Prospect For Reincarnation: From Common Fodder to Calamity

Incarnate ^8001.He didn't know what that meant, but he was more concerned about the bizarre phenomenon happening around him. What was that voice?What was happening to him?What was that light?He wanted to speak, but it seemed his form of existence at present was too abstract. Not abstract enough for him to exist without emotion though.He began to panic as a normal person placed in this situation would.Thankfully, it didn't seem like he was trapped here.The dark surroundings suddenly whirled, and by some identifiable metric, he managed to understand that he was moving. He was falling at a controlled speed.A moment later, everything changed.An odd space covered his entire view.It was what seemed like a small room. All of its dimensions – which assumed a perfect cubical shape together – spotted the same twilight fog hue, with no distinction from anything up, down, left, or right.Bizarre.Really bizarre.There was only silence in this place for a while.An uncomfortable silenc

Mustering every bit of strength that he could wring from his quickly weakening body, Incarnate ^8001 forced himself to backpedal down the way he had come and tumble down the rise he had just scaled.He fell down, eating a mouthful of sand in the process, and thudded onto the somewhat soft sand floor.He took deep breaths as his hearts thundered in his chest, only relaxing after a full two minutes had passed.'What manner... of heretic object is that?!' he wondered while laying his hand over his chest and feeling the vibrations from his flesh. 'Were those people worshipping it?' he added in thought, his skin tingling dreadfully.The Incarnate had never really been religious in his past life, though not because he didn't have the desire for it his whole life, but because of a lack of time to commit. His conscription into the army, which led him to brave endless trials between the borders of life and death for twenty years, encouraged a more 'natural' pragmatic thought process.What he j

[Maestus, the King’s Right Hand channels the dwindling remnants of his will into you] [You have received Enchanted Equipment ×1] While willing to see past the glowing tablet, Incarnate ^8001 finally managed to see who had given him short reprieve just now. It was the skeleton of one of the figures adorned in the fading golden armour and cape. It held his arm tight while kneeling on the ground which was quickly smacked by a wave of sand. The skeleton showed no further signs of motion, however. It seemed as dead and lifeless as before, however, as Incarnate ^8001 watched, partially blinded, the armour it wore dissipated into spots of purple light that faded rapidly. Strangely, the armour sets of the other fallen soldiers also vanished. ‘What just happened?! Will... equipment...!’ the Hollow Demonling attempted to rationalise everything that just happened as quickly as he could. ‘Equipment! It says I received equipment!’ “Oh, so he was that persistent! A part of his Far Ji too...”

Two hours later, the Incarnate had crossed a decent stretch of the large rock, which was larger than he had thought.It went on and on, growing wider and wider until he couldn't see where it ended on both sides.That was actually pleasing since he didn't have to look at the skeletons anymore.Also, different from what Incarnate ^8001 initially anticipated, the rock wasn't and didn't have anything special. His wariness and suspense at the start of his journey were rewarded by the same disappointing nothingness that followed when he had been wandering the beautiful remnants of civilization behind the Omen and glorified grave.Things only began to change now when the rock showed signs of digging down relaxedly into what looked like a narrow valley. Some heavy weathering had assaulted the rock here, and it looked to have happened a long, long time ago.The valley created after the depression stretched quite far and was rather deep, not to mention ominous in the night.The Incarnate hesita

The Incarnate sat down, panting hard.His eyes didn’t leave the view of his fallen opponent’s split head, which oozed rotten juices and pungent, shrivelled fleshy bits.He would have loved to celebrate his victory and rejoice in the fact that he was still alive, but his mind was still trying to process what it saw.What was this thing?A walking corpse?Even though the Incarnate hadn’t tried to initiate a conversation with Tenyen, it wasn’t because he hadn’t thought it would be possible. He hadn’t even noticed that his enemy was THIS strange.He had thought that conversing with the armoured figure would be pointless. If this was a Trial, one that was guaranteed to be immensely difficult, in fact, then there was probably no room for talks. Besides, being used to the battlefield in his old life, the Incarnate wasn’t in a habit of trying to share a sentiment chat with a clear enemy. Usually, when opposing opponents went on long monologues, it was either to distract or to buy time.