Fallen Chronicles

Chapter 158 Chapter 158: Don’t Come Over, I… I’m Fine.

Mass release tomorrow,

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“Mother!?” The one with the biggest reaction in the room was the only “upper-level” Forgotten One present, Hero.

As the upper-level Forgotten One in charge of “Sin City”, Hero was also influenced by the city. This was evident from his attire – a tall gentleman’s hat and a black tailcoat – making him the most elegant among the upper-level Forgotten Ones.

Of course, he was also the most eloquent, as could be seen from his previous “compliments” regarding Bal’s gender.

However, at this moment, Hero, unusually panicked, stood up from his seat. Ignoring the gentleman’s hat that was about to fall off, he moved anxiously towards the elf women in the main seat, his face full of worry and concern.

After all, she was his Mother, the one who allowed him and their “special” race to finally escape from the shadow of the “Ashen Emperor”, the one who gave him a new life and a sense of existence!

Unfortunately, just as he was halfway there, the elf women on the main seat seemed to recover a bit. Seeing Hero coming to check on her, she instinctively felt guilty and immediately stopped him: .

“Don’t come over!”

Then, realizing her reaction was too intense, which seemed abnormal, the elf women slowed down her speech, trying to sound calm and composed as usual, explaining to Hero:

“Oh, my child, don’t worry about me, I’m really okay… I’m just fine. Please, go back to your seat, alright?”

Miyuki bit her lip tightly with her teeth, using all her willpower to keep her voice steady.

She didn’t expect that in such a short time, the other half of her consciousness would send whipping sensations again, almost making her lose her voice in front of her children.

Seeing his Mother on the main seat, seemingly trembling slightly and her voice different from usual, Hero, still very worried, had no choice but to obediently sit back down since she had spoken.

However, once back in his seat, Hero’s concern for his mother turned into anger towards the absentees as he glanced at several empty seats in the “Sanctum”.

“Bal! Kai! And that idiot! What is going on with these people!? Dare they ignore even Mother’s summons!? Is there anything they are handling that’s more important than Mother!?”

Despite wearing white gloves, it was still evident from the veins bulging on his clenched fists that he was angry.

“Hero, don’t talk like that about everyone. Also, what you just said about the su.. uh uh ah… summons, what do you mean?” Miyuki asked intermittently.

“Could it be that it wasn’t Mother who appeared and summoned me? Eh!? Wait, does that mean, you… you summoned only me among the ‘upper-levels’?”

Hero, suddenly realizing this, became excited and even started to fantasize. ‘Could this special summons mean that Mother was going to show me special favor?’

On the other hand, hearing Hero’s words, ignored his latter fantasies. Her attention was fully caught by the mention of “appearing.” Her heart filled with surprise and even a bit of horror.

Because she, ‘appeared?’

‘Impossible!’

‘All my consciousness was focused on Ashen in the space. How could I possibly appear before my children?’

‘But if it wasn’t me’

‘Then who was the “her” that Hero and the other summoned children saw!?’

The confused and perplexed elf hurriedly wanted to continue questioning Hero, but what she didn’t expect was

“Ugh Nyaaaaaaaaaah!!”

A pleasure many times stronger than the previous whipping suddenly came from the other half of her consciousness’s body, catching the her completely off guard.

This feeling even made her brain blank out for a moment, and she lost her voice in front of her children once again.

When the elven women hurriedly switched her consciousness back and saw what?Ashen was doing to her consciousness’s body in the Miasma space, she was almost furious enough to pass out.

Rewinding back a few minutes.

That was when the elf’s consciousness was just disrupted by the real world and forced to leave the body in this space. Renji quickly noticed this too. The dark-skinned elf in front of him seemed to have fallen into an unconscious state and was at his mercy.

‘In that case…’

Renji didn’t know what happened to the dark-skinned elf or how long this state of being at his mercy would last, so he hurriedly replaced the whip, using his mind to newly construct a

large machete.

Yes, Renji thought the efficiency of the whip was too low, and the negative effects were not enough, so he decided to change the attack method. As for the location of the attack…

Renji quickly locked his gaze on the large mass of shadow behind the dark-skinned elf, specifically those writhing tentacles.

Without wasting words, Renji, holding the machete, went directly behind the stupefied dark-skinned elf and, facing those likewise unconscious tentacles, began to strike with his blade.

Swoosh!

With one swing, the resilience of the elf’s tentacles was somewhat beyond Renji’s expectation, not severing at the first strike. Renji had to strike again and again, repeatedly!

Swoosh!*

Finally, after much effort, Renji’s last swing completely severed the gray-brown tentacle in front of him into two. The severed half bounced on the ground a few times before dissipating into smoke.

However, instead of focusing on the tentacle’s condition, it was more important to observe the elven women, the owner of the tentacles.

After cutting off the tentacle, the effect was indeed much stronger than the previous whip. From the moment the tentacle was severed, the dark-skinned elf’s entire body convulsed violently several times, eyes rolling back, and saliva oozing from the corners of her mouth and blush appear on her face.

Renji, looking around the dark space, saw that the dark-skinned elf had not lied. With the tremendous shock in the elf’s psyche, the space also began to show cracks.

This brought joy to Renji, seeing hope for an exit, and he became even more enthusiastic. Looking at the nearly dozen tentacles still behind the elf, he coldly wielded his machete towards the next tentacle.

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-Inside the Sanctum of the Old Alliance.

“Mother! What’s wrong with you! Are you feeling unwell?” The elf women’s second outcry made Hero stand up from his seat again.

He was now certain that something was wrong with his Mother.

“No, Hero, you stay… Damn it! There, that hurts! NGhyaaaa.” The elf women had to cover her mouth with her hands to prevent herself from moaning out loud.

She was in great distress. She wanted to quickly shift her consciousness back to the body near Renji, but this required concentration, undisturbed. But now in the Sanctum, Hero’s continuous concern forced her to respond, and Renji’s relentless severing of her tentacles, the indescribable pleasure from each severed tentacle, made her psyche disintegrate, rendering her incapable of doing anything.

“What the hell is wrong with, ahhhhhh! What’s wrong with this body!”

“Why has it become… like this!?”

“Kyaaaaaaah!”

The elf, covering her mouth, kept shaking her head. The concern from the Forgotten Ones below, especially from Hero, and the gaze of her children, only intensified this deep feeling inside her.

Thinking about how she was being watched by the children, whom she had personally nurtured to fight against Emperor Ashen, witnessing her current state of disgrace, her body’s strangeness only grew more and more intense.

This led to, just at the severing of the fourth tentacle, something in the elf’s mind exploded like a bomb, blasting her consciousness into a blank state.

Her single hand covering her mouth was no longer enough; she now used both hands, muffling her sobs and moans. Unable to maintain her posture, she collapsed onto the table of the “Sanctum,” convulsing like a corpse.

“Motherrrrrrr!??”

Seeing the elf in this state, Hero let out a heart-wrenching cry.

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Renji: ‘So, that’s it?’

Renji, looking at the dark-skinned elf who had collapsed on the ground, limbs askew, and unable to get up, put away his large machete, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

It must be said, whether in games or in reality, tentacles like these, soft and sticky, seemed to be made for chopping. Cutting them down, one by one, was incredibly stress-relieving.

Renji would have liked to continue chopping a few more tentacles if possible, but unfortunately, all the tentacles behind the dark-skinned elf had already retracted, and her whole body seemed to be on the verge of collapse, unable to maintain itself any longer.

From the elf’s body, Renji could no longer sense the soul from before. It seemed to have been completely expelled from this space by him, and without the soul, the elf was now just a pure shell.

Suddenly, the elven woman, now just a shell, began to float up as if controlled by some force.

Then, on the elf’s skin, the previously contaminated, tea egg-like brown-black color started to fade rapidly, and the elf’s original pure, bright milky white skin returned.

But not just that.

Soon, the elf’s entire body became transparent, and movements came from behind her again. But this time, it wasn’t those wriggling, sticky tentacles, but a pair of incredibly beautiful wings, as if composed of the most enchanting colors of this world, like butterfly wings, dazzling and dreamy.

The woman glowing all over illuminated the dark space. She then flapped her ‘wings’ and flew in front of Renji.

The overly bright light, coupled with the completely transparent body, made the elven woman only visible as a blurry outline from Renji’s perspective.

“Miyuki?!”

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