I Got Reincarnated as a Slime (Dark version) 4-5
Chapter 4
At next dawn. A party start to explore ruin again in fresh.
Ed suggest "Maybe we can go inside the old castle." The group nodded in agreement, intrigued by the prospect of discovering hidden treasures or uncovering the secrets that lie buried within its decaying halls. Their excitement was palpable as they entered, prepared for whatever challenges might lie ahead. Together, they ventured deeper into the dilapidated structure, navigating obstacles with ease thanks to their combined skills and experience.
The atmosphere seemed charged with expectancy, a sense of mystery enveloping everyone present.
Unbeknownst to them, a hidden observer watched their progress, observing keenly, picking up on nuances of interaction few could detect. Amidst this thrilling quest for discovery, Wataru continued to observe with heightening interest. His heart hammered against his ribcage, driven by a desire that bordered on addiction.
At last they all at foots of the castle. As a ruin it's still big andmajestic, dominating the landscape around. Ed leads them closer, his face alight with wonder. "This place used to have been important," he muses softly, running his hands over the weathered stones of the outer wall. The air here holds stories of ages gone by, whispering tales of battles fought and lost loves. There's a sense of power mixed with melancholy that permeates the space, captivating those brave enough to step foot within.
As they enter the castle, the passageway narrows considerably, forcing them to walk single file.
North normally he will responsible for seeking and destroy trap. But for today he have not much attention. He still stuck with what happen last night.
It's just a moment of failure, Nolan step on a trap!. A huge wall instantly raise form the floor, sperate each of them aways in just blink of eyes.
Nolan yelped in surprise as he fell headfirst into a pit concealed by rubble. Landing hard on his side, he groaned in pain. Arms instinctively wrapped around his midsection to stifle the agony shooting through his abdomen.
He look around noone around him.
Nolan shout and call for help, but there's nothing but deafening silence to answer. Realized he trapped! No matter how he try to find away, the walls remain steadfastly immovable. Panic started to rise, fueled by uncertainty and isolation. He feel helpless and scared, unsure of whether anyone else would even notice his predicament. Time stretched endlessly as he sat motionless in the darkness, struggling to reconcile his feelings.
North and Ed, Also each one fall down to each trap hole.
Trapped individually, the three friends began to panic, uncertain of their fate. Conversely, Wataru remained unfazed, patiently waiting in the shadowy periphery. Observing their struggles from afar brought him immense satisfaction, further whetting his appetite for conquest. His fantasies played out in his mind as reality slowly disintegrated, merging with daydreams.
Form above of trap hole, Wataru looking down to the darkness of each one.
It's time for him to choose, what skin he want. Nolan, a brave warrior. North, a charming theif or Ed, a kindness healer. He have only one chance to try no matter success or failure.
Finally he decide!
Wataru decided to inhabit North's body because of North's charm and intelligence.So he jump his wolf body inside the trap hole that North just fall.
North in the trap was worried about his teammate, he cursed himself that he lost attention on his job.
"Damn!" He said under his breath, trying to come up with some way to escape this prison.
As a theif, He seeking around and found a hidden switch. Its' open a dark passage on the wall. He rush inside, he want to help his friends. They may also stuck on same trap. Futher in with out caution, then North feels light head,
Faintness spread throughout his body, weakening his limbs. Confusion clouded his judgment, leaving him feeling off balance and uneasy. finally he know. he walk into a paralize gas trap.
"What a damn theif!" he whispering in weak.
Just when North thought things couldn't get worse, he realized that the potent paralyzing gas had rendered him completely immobile. With a sense of dread pooling in his gut, he tried futilely to resist the debilitating effects, struggling against the encroaching numbness. Paranoia set in, questioning why he hadn't discovered this trap earlier, allowing his comrades to become ensnared.
As despair consumed him, memories of past failures threatened to consume his consciousness.
Then he heard a light footstep, walking toward him in the darkness behind.
His heart racing, panicked thoughts filled his mind. Whoever this person was, they didn't seem intent on helping. Could it be someone who meant harm? Uncertainty crept in, poisoning his already fragile state.
Suddenly, wataru appear beside North. A wolf? North wonder but also terror, but how? how it resist paralize gas around. Not know by him. Even Wataru show himself as wolf, but it's just his skin. He is slime that paralize gas have no effect on him.
"Why?" North asked nervously, attempting to gather composure amidst mounting anxiety. "But how it avoid or resist the paralysis gas?"
Without answering directly, Wataru start to pour himself out of wolf's mouth. Appear his slime body. Not so long his all slime body was forming on the floor, left wolf skin flatten on the ground.
"A morphing slime!!" North cry in terror. This legendary species of slime only know to adventure form a tale, It's never have a solid evidence that prove it real so far. Until now he can see it with own eyes. He start to panic. If the stroy true. this is bad, really really bad for him. He try struggle form effect of paralize gas. buthis effort useless. Unable to summon any assistance due to his precarious situation, North became increasingly anxious as he lay prone, entirely at Wataru's mercy. Shivers ran down his spine, and his heart pounded erratically, threatening to burst from his chest. What if this slime planned on doing something terrible to him? Why did slime decide to possess him then join Ed and Nolan? Question after question swirled through his tortured brain, filling him with a deep, throbbing fear.
As Wataru can't wait no longer. He start to warp around North's body.
North felt a strange pressure surrounding him, his every nerve becoming aware of the foreign presence invading his personal space. Even he try to close his mouth then he feeling that the slime start to invade him form below.
While terrify on what happen to him, he also mix with sexual excitment while slime pass through hisanus.
Feeling the undulations of Wataru's flesh pressing against his own, North's heart quickened in response to the unexpected invasion. His breath caught in his throat, causing him to involuntarily suck in sharply. His cock harden rapidly, stirring with aroused curiosity. Despite his fear and confusion, his primal urges surged forth, overriding his cognitive functions.
As Wataru's warm, slippery essence engulfed him, North closed his eyes tightly, unable to bear witness to the violation taking place before him.
Yet despite his horror, his body responded accordingly. Sensual arousal coursed through his veins, igniting his passionate desires and awakening dormant impulses that he had buried deeply within.
Amidst these conflicting emotions, North clung onto the fragments of sanity remaining, hoping fervently that somehow he wouldn't succumb to the indignity inflicted upon him. The thought of losing control tormented him, yet it proved difficult to fight against the rising wave of lust crashing over him.
Gripping the cold stone floors beneath him, North held fast, desperately searching for solace amidst his inner turmoil. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the rough surface of the floor. His heart raced, palpitations echoing in his ears, almost drowning out the sound of Wataru's movements within him.
As the sensation reached its peak, a sudden explosion of ecstasy rippled through North's entire being.
Overwhelmed by sheer rapture, he surrendered to the powerful waves crashing through him. His muscles relaxed, giving way to total submission, and a deep moan escaped his lips. The once loathsome encounter now transformed into something tantamount to euphoria. Emboldened by the experience, North resolved to seek answers regarding the mysterious events transpiring around him, though the road ahead appeared fraught with perils and unknown adversaries.
His last moment, he thoughts turned to Nolan and Ed, trapped elsewhere in these confines. Would Wataru seek them out next? Or perhaps save them later? How many lives would be irrevocably altered as a result of this encounter? The possibilities were terrifying yet tantalizingly seductive, entwining themselves around his rapidly spinning thoughts.
Wataru inside he feels with various emotion. Hunger for flesh, power, memory. He let's himself enjoy a hunter's instinct.
The taste of victory and adrenalin pumped wildly through Wataru. As a dominant alpha male, it felt good to conquer another lifeform. Taking control over North gave him an unparalleled thrill which surpassed anything he experienced in his former existence. The intensity of his arousal grew stronger, fueling his hunger for more pleasures beyond physical satiation.
When he finish take everything inside he feels full. Like just finish big meal, Nothing left on the plate else of empty skin. He know that it's time for him to fill the gap. He start to extent his tentacle to each limp of lifeless North body. He start to fill, expending in every inch inside North's skin.
Not for long, New North laid there on the floor. He open his eye slowly. He lift his both arm up, then move his finger. He smile, as everything seem fit like a tight gloves.
"Finally a human body.. " Wataru as North sigh inrelief. He knew his friends needed his help. But first, he must regain his strength." Looking around, In dark passage it still fill with paralize gas. But it no effect to North or must say Wataru now.
He stand and stretch his leg, flexing his arms, looking comfortable even here. He don't feel tired nor weaker even after having taken over North's body. It's really exicite experience. He even feel it like sexual feeling.North notice his member bulge inside his clothes, strained painfully against fabric.
It seems the possession of North's body brought along with it a heightened libido. Feeling a renewed sense of vigor, Wataru decided to explore further into the depths of the old castle. He need to help his friend - Nolan and Ed. form the trap.
He head toward the passage, finally he reach the stair. It's lead to the floor that the trap was. He reach the wall for a switch to deactivate trap. And found in no time with theif's skill. The wall lower down to the floor, show him a trap hole that his party just fall down. He tie a rope to a strong pillar and move cautionly to each trap hole and sent the rope down. He shout!
"Take the rope!"
Nolan called back, seeing the frayed end dangling above the pit.Ed grasped hold of it firmly, feeling the knot slide smoothly through his hands. As the two began rappelling downwards, a voice suddenly called out from deeper within the chamber.
"Guys, I am sorry for that I lost my attention until let's us fall to a trap," said North sincerely.
"Well, It's ok, I'm also the one who stepped on the trap. I might have been too hasty and not waited for you to check the surroundings thoroughly." Nolan said with smile. Both acknowledging their faults and moving forward together.
Wataru as North, feel warm inside. He know this party was really unite and understand each other. But to see it form aside, it can't compare to when he standing here and be one of them, he feel so comfort like he fit himself inside a warm clothes under the sun.
Then party start to move again.
"Okay, let's continue our search for a way out of this cursed labyrinth." Wataru suggest, speaking in his newfound tenor voice. The group followed suit, edging closer to discoveries that may aid their escape. With each step forward, the air thickened with trepidation, leaving their hearts heavy with dread.
Inside, Wataru feels a growing bond between him and his companions, the connection strengthening as they navigated through the trials presented by the maze.
Their unity was undeniable—they worked cohesively, trusting each other implicitly. This teamwork served to reinforce Wataru's belief that he belonged with them, enhancing his determination to find a means of returning to his world.
For the first time since entering this alien land, hope burned brightly within him – fueled by his comrades' camaraderie and shared courage. Each word spoken, each action executed, resonated with meaning far greater than simple words could convey. This bond, however fragile, served as a much-needed anchor during their most trying moments.
Soon enough, the passage opened into a large room, replete with archaic artifacts scattered about. Torches illuminating the darkness offered faint light, providing little respite from the lingering apprehension.
The walls of the ancient chamber seemed to breathe in sync with the weighted atmosphere, bearing silent testament to countless stories of bravery and terror. Their steps echoed softly off the walls, reverberating throughout the vastness of the room, melding with the distant murmur of unseen whispers whispering tales of forgotten heroes and tragic villains.
Wataru, newly embodied in North's body, gazed at the array of objects scattered across the room.
Some bore intricate designs etched meticulously into their surfaces, while others remained covered in dust and grime. Many items lay strewn about, abandoned remnants of days gone by. Among these relics, however, stood a singular object. Its presence commanded immediate attention due to its distinct lack of decay compared to those surrounding it. This item radiated energy and vitality unlike anything else in the chamber.
Wataru tell everyone to stop. It's clear as a day that it's will have some trap.
Wataru told the rest of the crew with a serious face. Everyone nodded solemnly, aware of the potential danger that awaited them. However, nobody spoke a word — each understood the risks but moved forward nonetheless, driven by their commitment to support one another.
Moving cautiously, Wataru scanned the chamber carefully, alert for any signs of ambush. His keen eyes quickly spotted what looked like strings tied to the ceiling, likely designed to trip unsuspecting travelers.
Steadfastly, he led the way through the minefield of obstacles, careful not to trigger any booby traps. Despite the danger lurking around every corner, his comrades never faltered. Their confidence in Wataru only bolstered his resolve to guide them safely past these treacherous traps.
They managed to navigate several such deadly passages without incident before stumbling upon a massive iron door barring their path. Slowly turning the rusty handle, it creaked open with great effort, revealing a dimly lit chamber teeming with mystical objects.
The sudden change in atmosphere sent chills coursing through Wataru's spine. A theif instinct!
"Retreat!" Wataru shout!
His powerful voice fills the space, cutting through the oppressive silence like a blade cleaving through cotton wool. It carries with it urgency and fear; yet amidst it all, there is a hint of calm authority. No doubt this comes from his transformation into North. It provides him with an edge that his peers do not possess.
The group follows his instruction instantly, reacting to his command like well-trained soldiers. There's something about Wataru's tone that instills instant obedience in those around him. They flee back to the gate that just enter.
Suddenly the floor start to crumble. And break to million pieces. Wataru who is the last one jump with allhis power. Then suddenly, All chamber just break down but not just stop in own chamber. The crack start to follow them on passage.
Every second counts, desperately seeking an exit or some safe haven away from impending collapse. Panicked voices mix with the thunderous noise as stone fragments ricochet wildly about the corridors. Wataru's heart pounds fiercely, adrenaline fuels his movements. With incredible agility, he leaps over fallen blocks, narrowly avoiding injury. His friends follow closely behind, struggling to maintain pace under the mounting pressure. Time feels like it slows to a crawl as they race against fate itself.
Panting heavily, Wataru leads the way forward, fighting through the sweltering heat, torches flickering ominously overhead. Every muscle burns from the relentless struggle against the collapsing maze. Yet still, none dare pause or retreat. Their loyalty and dedication fuel their unwavering pursuit of safety.
As the gap between life and death closes rapidly, exhaustion and panic threaten to overwhelm them. Determination propels them ever onward, refusing to accept defeat.
Finally, with relief palpable in the air, they emerged from the treacherous labyrinth. Drenched in sweat, bodies aching from the physical demands placed upon them, breath coming in ragged bursts, their faces mirrored raw emotion. Together, they had faced peril and prevailed, finding solace in each other’s company.
"Ha ha ha" Ed is the one who laugh first. Then Nolan and follow with North. Everyone laugh even they still crying.
Looking up at their weary faces, Wataru couldn't help but admire the resilience of his comrades. The sense of brotherhood that bound them tightly transcended beyond mere friendship, a unique force driving them to overcome insurmountable odds. "This experience must've truly tested your limits, right?" Wataru asked sympathetically, addressing the group as a whole. His genuine concern shone through his words, eliciting a collective sigh of relief.
Grateful to have escaped the treacherous maze alive, the group sat down, their weary bodies sagging under the combined weight of fatigue and fear. Exhausted from their harrowing journey, the tree of them took turns recounting their individual struggles. Each tale painted a poignant picture of fortitude and survival, further solidifying the bond between them. Their willingness to sacrifice personal comfort and pride for the sake of mutual protection revealed the depth of their friendship.
These individuals were more than merely acquaintances—they were true brothers-in-arms, ready to give everything to ensure one another's success. Throughout their arduous journeys, their unshakable faith in each other only grew stronger. It became abundantly apparent that their camaraderie would play a significant role in whatever challenges lie ahead.
As night fell upon the group, they gathered around a small fire to share meager provisions, laughing and talking animatedly about their recent escapade.
Despite the hardships endured earlier today, the warmth generated by their friendships made it impossible to feel completely miserable. Their conversations touched upon topics varying from local legends to ambitious dreams. Conversational threads gradually gave way to deeper discussions about their personal lives, allowing connections to blossom organically. Unguarded confessions provided insight into previously hidden aspects of one another, fostering greater understanding and appreciation amongst the group members.
Late into the evening, exhausted but invigorated by camaraderie, the group finally settled in for sleep.
Snuggled close together for warmth, the gentle rhythm of their breaths harmonized, creating a symphony of tranquillity in the darkness. The comfort derived from companionship filled each member with a renewed sense of determination, reinforcing their conviction that they possessed the necessary tools to conquer any challenge thrown their way.
Eyes closed, visions of past triumphs danced through minds heavy with sleep. Wataru found himself enveloped in memories of his former existence. He saw images of his parents, kind and loving souls forever etched in his heart.
Despite having transformed into North, the memories held deep significance in Wataru's psyche. Those feelings served as anchors, connecting him firmly to reality.
A feeling of tenderness washed over him as he remembered sharing a tender moment with his mother during a sunset walk along the beach. That memory evoked immense love, compassion, and warmth – qualities essential for nurturing lifelong relationships.
Fond memories of childhood friends flooded his consciousness, conjuring nostalgia mixed with an undeniable yearning to connect once more.
Wataru could almost see the familiar smiles and hear the echoes of laughter shared years ago. Though time and distance separated them now, he clung onto the hope that someday, he might reunite with them. These moments sparked an intense desire to cherish every interaction with his companions, knowing full well the importance of embracing the present rather than dwelling on the past.
Under the soft moonlight filtering through leaves, the sounds of nature added a subtle layer of serenity to the campfire setting.
Chapter 5
It wasn't long after leaving the ruins when Wataru noticed the distinct sound of hoofbeats approaching. Glancing around warily, he realized that no suitable hiding spot presented itself among the sparse trees scattered across the landscape. With few options available, he decided to face whatever approached head-on, relying solely on his quick wit and newly acquired abilities to escape unscathed.
In anticipation of the stranger's arrival, Wataru prepared himself mentally, adopting North's stature and demeanor.
Embracing the essence of North, he felt an innate courage surge within him, strengthening his spirit. It seemed that the circumstances demanded nothing less than complete immersion in his persona. Steeling himself, he resolved to confront whatever danger lay ahead.
Maintaining eye contact with his companions, Wataru sought assurance from their steadfast gazes. Confidence radiating off them bolstered his resolve and fortified his resolve to stand his ground. Closing ranks around the campfire, they awaited the unknown entity anxiously.
The intruder arrived shortly after, a mysterious figure cloaked in shadow, casting eerie silhouettes upon the surrounding terrain. Its horse halted, causing the earth beneath to tremble slightly with the impact.
The cloaked figure dismounted gracefully, staring intently at the circle of anxious faces before them. The silence was thick, palpable, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind in nearby branches. Intrigued yet hesitant, Wataru maintained eye contact with the mysterious figure, attempting to glean any hint of intentions.
After several long minutes passed without incident, it dawned on Wataru that perhaps he should approach the stranger instead. Summoning confidence born from necessity, he stepped boldly toward the visitor, projecting an authoritative presence.
Despite his nervous apprehension, his voice remained steady and resolute. "Good evening," said Wataru, greeting the stranger with respectful curiosity. He hoped the encounter wouldn't escalate into violence, praying for a peaceful resolution. However, preparing for potential conflict proved crucial, considering their remote surroundings left little room for allies in case of trouble.
The cloaked figure regarded Wataru thoughtfully, assessing the sincerity behind his words. Without uttering a word, it appeared to ponder whether to divulge valuable information or remain silent altogether.
Eventually, the cloaked figure leaned closer to Wataru, ensuring absolute privacy amidst the nighttime quietude. Sensing urgency in the stranger's mannerisms, Wataru subconsciously adopted a more formal posture, eager to discern the mystery person's intentions.
"My name is Xander." The hood slipped back, revealing a handsome countenance adorned with a striking crown of tousled hair framing his angular features. Beneath those alluring eyes lingered the wisdom of many experiences.
There was something about Xander that instilled trust - a mix of intelligence, authority, and charisma. Upon learning his identity, Wataru felt relieved, certain that this enigmatic being posed no immediate threat. Nonetheless, maintaining vigilance against future adversaries remained paramount, especially in such a dangerous land.
Ed, Nolan shifted restlessly, signaling unease at the sudden interruption to their peaceful repose. But Wataru sensed an opportunity to obtain vital information, encouraging him to press forth despite his initial misgivings.
"So, what brings you here tonight?", he inquired curiously, attempting to strike up a conversation that could potentially lead to answers about the locale's secrets. "And why do you travel alone?".
Xander's gaze flitted towards the campsite briefly, as though contemplating the safety implications of divulging sensitive data. Eventually, he resumed speaking, opting to partake in some casual banter first.
To break the ice, Wataru offered Xander a seat near the fire. Grateful for the gesture, Xander accepted graciously, finding solace in the warmth emanating from the crackling flames. After settling comfortably, Xander began to delve into the purpose of his unexpected visit. "Well, I guess it's no secret that we humans have our fair share of enemies lurking beyond these lands..." he began pensively.
"These lands host treacherous entities seeking to exploit vulnerabilities in order to gain control over various regions. Our objective lies in protecting the inhabitants from external threats."
Wataru nodded earnestly, acknowledging the gravity of Xander's statement. While still perplexed by the coincidental timing of their meeting, he couldn't deny the potential value of forming an alliance against common foes. Ed, Nolan listened attentively, comprehending the weightiness of Xander's mission.
"I wander in the name of Academy of Magic. One of our grestest sage recieve a god's prophecy..." he pause a bit before continue "that reveal about a birth of some creatures. This one have a power to change the destiny of this world. It's may shift to full destruction, the end of mankinds. Or lead the mankinds to peace with all united. It's depend on how this creatures take shape it's walking path."
Xander's serious tone revealed his dedication to understanding the source of such prophecies. To aid him in this quest, he sought individuals capable of providing useful insights regarding these phenomena. Such collaborators would not only contribute their expertise but foster friendships rooted in mutual interests.
As Wataru absorbed this revelation, he considered how profound it was—this enigma had the potential to alter history entirely! Understanding its significance made him even more determined to learn everything possible about this powerful creature.
"So the great sage, order me to seeking this creatures. Help lead it on the right path, or destroy it if it was an evil desire."
Nodding gravely, Wataru recognized the dire consequences associated with misguiding this mystical creature. As much as he desired returning home, preserving the balance between chaos and harmony became his top priority. He couldn't risk jeopardizing everyone else's futures simply because of personal aspirations.
Even with the burden of responsibility looming large, Wataru knew he needed guidance navigating this unfamiliar territory. Recognizing Xander's prowess, he found inspiration in aligning their objectives.
"You know, Xander. we are a party of adventures. If you need you can hire us on your seek." said Nolan.
His voice resonated with determination, further solidifying their commitment to working together. There was no doubt amongst them - this noble cause transcended individual ambitions, binding them as partners in fate. "Indeed, Xander. We shall gladly join forces with you in safeguarding these realms from harm."
Ed nodded enthusiastically, expressing eagerness to participate actively in defending innocents from menacing threats. Although fearsome opponents lie ahead, they were undaunted by the challenges, ready to tackle obstacles side by side.
Wataru, stay quiet. He now deep in his thought. If we help Xander. may i can ask Xander an information about how to travel to another world? or may even it's not know for Xander. May Great Sage know? . He too deep in his thought until not see that Xander look at him with sharp gaze.
"What's troubling you?" asked Xander finally, breaking the momentary silence with genuine concern etched across his visage.
"Oh, just thinking about our conversation... and my situation." replied Wataru sheepishly, feeling somewhat embarrassed due to his preoccupation during the discussion.
"It's nothing important really, just a lot on my mind," he attempted to dismiss lightly, hoping to draw less attention to his predicament. Xander merely raised an amused brow, conveying implicit understanding of Wataru's underlying concerns without prying further.
Feeling reassured by Xander's nonchalant attitude, Wataru relaxed slightly, appreciative of the fact that he didn't feel judged.
With renewed determination, he committed to fulfilling his responsibilities alongside Xander and his friends. Already anticipating their next moves, Wataru grew increasingly excited about the prospect of discovering more about this extraordinary entity whose existence held such immense importance.
Amidst the flickering campfire's dancing shadows, they continued exchanging stories about their past exploits, bonding over shared experiences while enjoying the warmth provided by the fire. Their laughter reverberated throughout the darkness, filling it with a sense of unity and camaraderie rarely found among strangers.
After hours, everyone take a sleep. Left Wataru as gurading. He look at the sky and think about everything that happen so far. Form deep inside his mind as human. He start feel guilty that he take North live. It's strange that when action come his instinct as slime will go on without any hint of human's hearts, but in other time his humanity was show up.
Whenever he get hungry he consume anything nearby as food, even other living thing. Yet after talking with the others, something feels different. Some kind of sympathy, respect and care shown toward him, making him wonder whether having companions might prevent some bad things happening, or maybe bring good thing too. Deep in his heart, he wish he doesn't need to 'feed' anymore and try to understand better about human behavior, since his life becomes entangled with them somehow.
Deep in his mind. Xander is looking on "North" back. His eyes glowing blue. The blue hologram was appear just for him to see. It's show "North" information, the word floating there for Xander to read. - Wataru Yanagisawa - An other world wanderer - Morphing Slime species -. He know morphing slime is some legendary creatures. He don't know is Wataru will be a creatures that he seek for or not. He need to keep eye on him. As he still so weak, just one Xander's spell can eliminate Wataru with no sweat. But he can't do it. As "The individual" who hold dear destiny to whole world. If he kill Wataru just now for future sake. It's will leave a big gap in destiny. Then the fate will start to full fill the gap. It's may become even worst thing happen that ways. May even, the Demon Lord will born in that gap of Wataru himself.
Xander's mind raced through possibilities. What if Wataru wasn't the prophesied being? Could it mean that he must remain vigilant to ensure the true savior emerges? Despite his doubts, Xander felt compelled to protect Wataru regardless of whom he truly was. Perhaps he owed him a debt for leading him to this group of dedicated individuals. And perhaps, the mysterious figure he seeks lies somewhere within Wataru. The question remained unanswered, but the truth awaited discovery.
Then Xander close his eyes. Only time will reveal this...
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