Falkmar crouches on the ground and seeing the spider writing, his eyes gleamed with incredible light.
Soon, Falkmar realized there was a unique language in this world, and it filled him with a sudden wave of tiredness. If he wanted to live in this world, learning their language is undoubtedly important and necessary.
"So I'm going to learn their language to communicate?" Falkmar said with a resigned tone.
Learning a language is quite a hard challenge. Requires a lot of time to learn lots of vocabulary and grammar to memorize and learn.
A sudden wave of drowsiness washed over Falkmar's mind. He doesn't know what happened but feels that his body feels very light like my whole body floating.
"Ugh... What happened...?" Falkmar holding his forehead instinctively.
As Falkmar shifted his gaze downward, he noticed that his touch of the flowers and arm was rotting! He felt fear in his heart, watching his hand rotting but not feeling any pain!
"Fuck..." In the last moment of his consciousness, he shouted weakly.
After that, his sight blurred and turned dark, whole body fell into the flowers.
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"Where is this place...?" Falkmar opened his eyes as he spoke.
He found that he was in a white space, foggy and boundless. As vast as the ocean and as deep as the starry sky.
Falkmar was a little overwhelmed by this familiar yet strange, boundless, and bizarre scene. His heart beat wildly in his chest and feel the cold air surrounding him.
"This seems not heaven..." Falkmar glanced around and whispered.
He was confused as to why this place made him feel familiar. As he rose, he started to walk in a direction subconsciously.
"I have to say, it's too cold here." The cold here made his body tremble uncontrollably.
"Huh? What's that?" Falkmar spoke as he saw a thing that was far away from him, so far until turning into a black dot.
Suddenly, a wave of fear overwhelmed Falkmar. This made breathing difficult, and he felt a mountain weight press down on him. Every fiber of his being starts screaming, really screaming.
"FOOL! DON'T STARE AT IT!"
"DON'T LOOK OR WE GOING TO DIE!"
"ARE YOU DUMB? DO NOT LOOK AT IT!"
Numerous voices echoed around Falkmar, causing him to feel even more confused and anxious. His eyes widened as he saw many mouths grow on his body to shout and scream.
His body mutated by gazing at the black dot afar from him. Not only the mouths grow on every part of his body but the eyes.
This caused his sight to be a bit strange, as it seemed to be rounded. His sight was three-hundred-sixty degrees and he could even see parts of his body that he could not see before from his head.
Once Falkmar closed his eyes his vision darkened and he saw nothing, after that, he no longer heard any voice and felt his body turn back to normal.
As Falkmar opened his eyes, instead of staring at the black dot he chose to stare at the ground.
"Auer quekit..." A strange voice sounded in the boundless white space.
"Huh? Who's talking?" Falkmar raises his head and glances around instinctively.
When Falkmar looked back he found out the white space behind Falkmar was collapsing, leaving an eternal darkness.
"Oh shit!" Falkmar rose quickly and ran, but he couldn't run faster than the collapsing space around him.
Soon, he falls into the darkness.
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"Ahh!!"
Falkmar screams and wakes up, he sits up instinctively as he opens his eyes. Just when he opened his eyes he saw a head, a head of a beauty.
Bong!
It's too late to stop, their head hit together.
"AHH!!"
Falkmar screams even more. Tears are rolling in his eyes as his head takes the damage again, he shouts in his mind.
"Why do I keep getting hurt!"
After a few seconds, the pain fades away. Falkmar rubbed his forehead gently and sat up, looked at the beauty and soon he was stunned by the beauty in front of him.
That beauty's hair is gradient blue and black hair, her facial features are extinguished and surreal with a slender neck. Her skin was light brown and she wore a dark blue dress, a high-waist style and the decoration on it made this dress look expensive.
Her azure eyes stare at me through the rimmed glass. Her eyes filled with confusion as she stared at Falkmar.
This can't be blamed on the beauty because Falkmar was stunned as he looked at the beauty. Falkmar's face blushes and takes a hard gulp as he stares at the chest of the beauty.
"H-hello...?" Falkmar said with his childish and pure voice.
"Meoy?" The beauty said.
"...Fine" Falkmar sighed, seems he needed to learn the language to communicate in this world.
Falkmar glanced around and found out this was a little room.
Inside the room was quite messy, with many papers on the floor, and there was a small wooden table with two wooden chairs and a bookshelf on the wall. A luminous stone emits a soft yellow light, illuminating the room.
"Ugh... can you understand what I'm talking about?" Falkmar regains control of his thoughts and asks a question
The beauty heard Falkmar's language, tilted her head, and seems thinking something. A few seconds passed, and she sighed and shook her head to reply that she didn't understand his language.
She stood up and took Falkmar's hand to lead him outside. As they stepped out, brilliant sunshine lit up Falkmar's face, causing him to instinctively raise his hand to shield it.
Falkmar discovered he was in a white, ruined palace. His eyes widened at this moment; it looked ancient, mythical, and majestic amidst the forest.
It's a square shape and has a third floor, there was a big hole in the roof of the ruined palace. Some of the vines wrapped around the roof, while the bottom has flowers and weeds growing on it. Each entrance and exit has a graceful arc.
There is a flower garden in the middle of the ruins, and the sun shines through the leaves and holes. When the sun shines on the flowers, this scene inevitably makes Falkmar even forget to breathe at this moment.
"So beautiful..." Falkmar whisper.
The beauty holding his hand while walking. They pass through the hall beside the flower garden.
Rows of human-shaped stone statues line the wall beside the hall, each holding a sword with both hands inserted into the ground. These statues show many cracks and signs of damage.
Then they turned a corner and crossed the hall, arriving at another area of the ruined palace. Here, Falkmar doesn't see the beautiful scene instead, he sees a swarm of spiders each about the size of a dog and crawling around.
Falkmar's face turned pale with fright when he saw this, and also because they had the same appearance as the giant spider he saw. However, the beauty seems to have no fear of those spiders, so she brings Falkmar inside.
It seems she senses that Falkmar doesn't want to move, she turns back and looks at him and sees his face paled and his body trembling.
She chuckles softly and lends out an arm to those spiders and a spider jumps on her hand quickly. The spider crawled on her arm to her head and then its feet huddled to sit on her head.
"Huh...??" Falkmar exclaimed.
The spider on her head seems harmless and adorable. However, this can't change Falkmar's mind; he doesn't want to step into the area.
Sensing Falkmar resisted, she couldn't help but sigh. Suddenly, she raised her hand and carried Falkmar like an infant.
"Ah..?" Falkmar exclaimed.
Falkmar leaned on her chest with a shy face. The soft feeling of her chest makes desire burn in Falkmar's mind.
"So soft...! And it smells so good...!" Falkmar shouted in his mind and felt a fire of desire grow on his crotch.
"Wait...! Not now!" Falkmar blushed and shouted in his mind anxiously.
It's quite rude if Falkmar stands up in his crotch right now. He quickly thought of something to calm his desire.
Just like this, the beauty carries Falkmar moving to the next area and all the spiders are watching Falkmar. He could feel the curiosity in the eyes of those spiders made him feel weird.
Eventually, the beauty stopped at a corridor. This corridor seemed to be the end of this ruined palace. It's broad and long, full of spider silk on the ground even the top and the spider silk is tangled together to form circles one after another, some large and some small.
Two rows of stone statues on the wall of the corridor. Unlike the statues beside the flower garden, they are large and positioned is a hand holding a sword and bowing their head, kneeling on the ground.
At the end of the hall is a stair with a throne on the top, the throne is made of stone and covered by a layer of dust.