[ You have entered the jungle of Bloodythan. ]
[ Signing in... ]
[ Signing in complete. ]
[ You get the trait "THE EYE OF BLOODYTHAN PYTHON" ]
[ You get the Gear Creating scroll. ]
[ GEAR CREATING SCROLL: A special scroll that can make a soul gear with non-living materials. ]
However, there was a catch—he needed to gather non-living things to use the scroll, and the process wasn't straightforward. Each material had to possess a specific resonance with the scroll, a hidden quality he had no immediate way to detect. This added an additional layer of complexity, forcing him to consider not only what materials to gather but also how to test their compatibility. The challenge made the scroll's potential all the more intriguing, as it hinted at immense power hidden behind a puzzle waiting to be solved. As he pondered his next steps, a massive python struck without warning, swallowing him whole.
He thought he was doomed, but to his surprise, he didn't completely die. Instead, he revived inside another cave. The dimly lit cavern was filled with the remains of dead monsters, sparkling stones embedded in the walls, and an assortment of strange, exotic plants. The air was thick with the scent of decay and damp earth, and faint, eerie whispers echoed through the cave, sending shivers down his spine.
Before he could fully comprehend his surroundings, another enormous python emerged from the shadows and devoured him once again.
When he woke up this time, he found himself in a cave shrouded in darkness. A low, menacing growl echoed from within the shadows. Without warning, an unseen force lunged at him, and before he could react, he died once more.
Yami was growing increasingly anxious about his predicament. After signing in, he had gained certain abilities, but each came with its own set of challenges. He started analyzing the places he had been to—each location appeared to be a nest of some kind, even the pitch-dark cave where he had last perished. However, he still couldn't determine where to find the materials he needed to use the scroll. His stomach growled, pulling him from his thoughts.
Determined to survive, he set off to find food. As he scoured the cave, he stumbled upon the massive corpse of a violet python. It appeared to have died recently, its scales still shimmering faintly in the dim light. Suddenly, a choice panel appeared in front of him.
[ Option 1: Create a soul gear born from the dead python. Reward: a soul weapon. ]
[ Option 2: Tear the scroll and put it on the ground. Reward: Unknown. ]
Yami hesitated for a moment, his mind racing through possibilities. Why did the second option always call to him? Was it an instinct for survival or a deeper intuition hinting at untapped potential? Despite the risks and the unknowns, he once again chose the second option, driven by a mix of curiosity and the hope that this path would uncover truths about the strange world of Bloodythan. He tore the scroll and placed it on the ground. In an instant, the surroundings shattered like fragile glass, and within seconds, he found himself standing in a surreal realm. It was a vast palace made entirely of mirrors, reflecting his confused expression from every angle.
In the center of the palace stood an enormous violet katana, its blade pulsating with an eerie glow. Yami's eyes widened as he felt an irresistible pull toward it. He stepped forward, his reflection moving with him in perfect synchronization. As he reached out and grasped the sword, a sudden surge of energy coursed through his body.
His clothing transformed into flowing violet robes adorned with intricate patterns resembling serpent scales. A strange sense of familiarity settled within him, as if the sword was an extension of his very being. Taking a deep breath, he swung the blade experimentally. The force of the strike was immense—the mirrored palace split in two as if cleaved by an invisible force.
Yami's heart pounded as he looked at the destruction his newfound weapon had wrought. He realized that the sword was not just a weapon but a key to understanding the strange world of Bloodythan. As the fragments of the shattered palace dissolved around him, he found himself back in the cave, the katana still firmly in his grasp.
The realization struck him—survival was only the beginning, a mere first step in a journey that promised to test his limits in ways he couldn't yet fathom. The world of Bloodythan was not just a place of danger but a puzzle, each piece laden with challenges and secrets waiting to be unraveled. Yami felt a surge of determination rise within him as he grasped the weight of his task. The violet katana in his hand was more than a weapon—it was a symbol of the strength and clarity he would need to navigate the mysteries ahead. He would have to forge alliances, decipher the enigma of the scroll, and confront whatever ancient power loomed in the shadows. This was no longer just about survival; it was about mastery, purpose, and destiny. He would have to master his newfound abilities, discover the secrets of this treacherous jungle, and ultimately uncover the truth behind the mysterious scroll. With a determined expression, he tightened his grip on the violet katana and prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead.
Suddenly, he found himself back in the villa. The familiar surroundings were a stark contrast to the eerie caves he had been trapped in. In front of him, Hikaru and the old man were locked in combat against the ghosts, just as they had been before. Yami looked down at himself—his new violet clothes flowed around him, and the massive katana gleamed under the moonlight.
Taking a deep breath, Yami swung the sword toward the ghosts, its blade glinting with an ominous violet hue. As the edge of the katana cleaved through the air, an explosive burst of light erupted, scattering the spectral figures like ash caught in a violent storm. The ghosts let out ear-piercing wails, their translucent forms dissipating into swirling motes of darkness. The sheer force of the strike reverberated through the room, causing the walls to tremble as cracks snaked their way across the surface. Yami stood firm, the glow from his weapon reflecting in his determined eyes, the echoes of his strike lingering like a ghostly whisper in the now-silent space. As the blade connected, the entire place shattered like glass, the fragments cascading around him in slow motion.
Beyond the broken shards, Yami saw only darkness—vast and endless. A chilling presence emanated from within, something ancient and powerful calling out to him. The darkness seemed to whisper his name, drawing him closer, its voice both seductive and terrifying.
Yami's grip tightened on the katana, his heart racing. He knew he was standing at the threshold of something far greater than himself. Whether it was destiny or doom, he would have to face it head-on. And with that, he stepped forward, ready to confront whatever lurked within the abyss.
Suddenly, deep within himself, an unfamiliar voice echoed, answering all his unspoken questions. A newfound clarity washed over him as he stepped out of the villa and turned back to gaze at it. A chilling sensation crawled down his spine.
He swung the katana toward the villa, and the space around it shattered like glass, revealing a darker reality beneath.
In front of him stood a decayed, sinister version of the villa. The building was engulfed in thick, black vines, and its once pristine structure now resembled a crumbling ruin. Towering trees with twisted branches loomed overhead, casting eerie shadows. On the villa's rooftop, a grotesque figure emerged—a ghostly woman with a shattered face and hollow, vengeful eyes. With an ear-piercing shriek, she leaped toward him.
Yami instinctively stepped back, gripping his katana tightly, but before he could react, a majestic, radiant figure appeared before him. The figure caught the ghost's outstretched hand effortlessly.
Yami's eyes widened in recognition—he had seen this face before in the old records within the library. Those records spoke of a legendary emperor who had wielded unparalleled power to protect his people, but his disappearance marked the beginning of the land's curse. Seeing the emperor now, shrouded in a radiant aura, made Yami question how this figure from history was tied to the mysteries of Bloodythan and his own journey. It was the emperor of the ancient kingdom that once ruled this cursed land. But why was he here now, standing before him in the flesh?