Plot armor

Benevolent woods. Part 3

Through the dark and grey land, he marched. Through the hills and valley where he almost fell, he marched. He ran for his life from a monster that looked like a cross between a slim and a large molten black bear that just looked at him and went its own way, after collecting himself, he marched. Through his boots tearing and deciding to throw them away, walking with his own two feet on the ash-like ground, he marched. Choosing to forgo sleep even as tired as he was, he marched. For three days and three nights he marched.

'f**k!!! even in the army I never had it this bad!!!'

Sheyken was starting to lose his cool. Not sleeping for so long and constantly having his guard up was tiring him even more. Not to mention that he had been constantly coating his feet with his telekinesis to train his aura even though it did nothing to relieve the pain of walking barefoot. His mind and body were tired.

The only thing keeping him going was the hope that he would finally reach the city Apophis said should be there. He would not dare think that the boy he had synchronized with had not walked three days and three nights to reach where he was before he started his journey, otherwise he would lose his mind. Infect he was about to lose it.

The thing that was driving him crazy was that all the monsters that seem they could make him their meal would just look at him and continue on their way. Only the weaker ones that had no overgrown muscles or seem to have no abnormalities would attack him as soon as they would see him.

On the second night of his match, he came across a creature that looked like a Tasmanian devil. Having black far as dark as the night, only his intuition telling him something wanted to have a bite at him until he saw it, thanks to the purple moon moving away from the clouds covering it. With long front legs and shorter rear legs, looking like a bear cab, finally growling at him when it saw he noticed it. It was the stuff of nightmares for a 19-year-old in a five-year-old's body.

Not knowing when it started following him and not noticing it was making him start to doubt himself. After the initial scare, it was easy to defeat it. It was fast on its initial run up to him, but it still had to jump in order to get to his neck. With every fiber in his body at its maximum limit and dagger in hand, he executed one of the clearness trikes since he entered Planturos.

After its head rolled on the ground, he searched for a crystal in its body but nothing was there, same as the plants he had killed and the ghost. After that incident, he had dealt with two other ghosts the same as the first one he killed.

He was reaching his limit on the third night. He wanted to make it through the night and find some shelter when there was light so he could get some rest and recharge his mind. Sometimes our hopes are dreams we could never reach though.

When he could not walk anymore, he climbed up a tree to rest his muscles. He figured it was better than the ground since fewer creatures and monsters seem to be on them. As soon as he secured himself to the tree, his eyes gave up on him. He fell asleep just minutes after.

Waking up because of his ears picking on a hissing sound, his mind jolted him awake. Only one thing could make that sound and he knew what it was. Sure enough, when he opened his eyes, he saw a snake coiled around his arm and the branch he was holding on ready to strike at his neck. Counting on his reflexes and the fact that his right hand was holding on to the dagger he had come to love, he quickly placed it where he calculated the snake would strike using the flat side of the dagger to block the strike. After the initial strike, with the snake's head pulling out after hitting the dagger, he swiftly cut its head off.

After checking his surroundings, he noticed that the sun was up in the middle of the sky, making him realize that he slept through the night, morning, and most of the afternoon. He thanked his good luck to still be alive. He then took a look at the snake after dropping down from the tree. Its mouth and body were all black with its teeth translucent and looking like those of a carnivore's. It did not seem to have any poison gland. He wondered why it would hunt something so much bigger than it, but after looking at its teeth again, plus the fact that it seemed to want to bite off his carotid artery, he concluded that it did not hunt like the regular sneaks from Earth. Its teeth we meant to bite off chunks of meat.

After thinking that far, he was feeling even luckier to be alive. He would have died a gruesome death. Plus, it seems his intuition had ways to go until he could trust it since a snake could sneak up on him, even coiling itself around his arm. At the same time, he did not fault it that much since his mind had worked in overdrive for the past 3 days without any sleep.

He debated whether to go back because by now he knew that the boy couldn't have walked the distance he had walked and made it to where his body was without dying. He decided to carry on the same direction he was going because he had walked so far already, he had to leave the forest by some point. He still had food and water that would last him for months. He did not know who to thank for making the monsters that looked to be from a horror movie not attacking him, but he would surely make sure to thank him if he made it out of those woods.

He put the snake into his storage space. Every monster he had killed so far had ended up there except for the ghost. They just seem to be trouble with no value as they would disappear after you killed them.

So, he marched. Through the rain and stormy winds, he marched. Through thick and thorny bushes, he marched. After seeing a white snail-like creature as big as a bus melting everything it touched with its body while moving like it's not a living disaster, he looked at it in awe and then, he marched.

After two days of walking without sleeping, he reached a valley that seemed awfully quiet. The woods were always quiet with some footsteps here and there, some growling and creatures crying from now and then, but this place had the kind of quietness that came along with danger.

Quickly noticing his hair standing up and him not being able to look away from across the valley, he knew that whatever was in this place was already observing him. His intuition was telling him that it was even more dangerous than the white snail he saw a day ago. Imagining having to face something more terrifying than that was not good for his five-year-old bladder. Even as old as he was, his mind was in a panic, but his soldier's instincts were telling him that if he turned around and ran, he would be dead.

After more than fifteen minutes of looking at nothing but the other side of the valley, a figure started to appear. Getting closer and closer slowly but surely a man's figure started to take shape in Sheyken's eyes. When the were about 100 meters left between them, he could see the man clearly. He was about 2 meters tall, had black hair, and a roughed-up toned body with scars everywhere. He was wearing nothing but black pants on, walking barefoot like him. Sheyken could not help but look at the ten pack on the man's stomach he always wanted until he could clearly see the man's eyes. They seemed shallow and dead.

This started another round of being as still as possible, not making any moves while panicking like hell on the inside. He hoped one of his skills would activate, maybe the Death skill because if it did not, he would surely die. In his mind, the Death skill was maybe supposed to kill any enemy once it activated for him. When nothing happened and the man was right in front of him, his stomach wanted to take out all the food he had been stuffing it with in order to grow all big and healthy.

The man stopped a meter away from him, observing Sheyken for some seconds until moving even closer. Without seeing the man doing anything, Sheyken's eyes closed and darkness shrouded his mind.