The God of Jesters
Chapter 507 - 8.04.4 Give me names.

Chapter 507: 8.04.4 Give me names.

If the eye of Melancholy is the greatest passive defense he had at hand, then the eye of insight can be considered one of the active defenses that saved him countless times from threats that don’t belong in the category of mysticism.

Before long when the two arrived, he had already noticed the two oddities who flew in the air without a care for the world, exuding a high amount of magical radiation from the distance. After being found out by Rosso, he did what he had planned to do and hid himself when no one was looking and waited for them to fly away.

But they never did fly away, instead, they attacked the plantation and then him, bringing his wrath onto them.

"Foolish beings." With the mage being butchered by the Knight, there was one less work for Rosso to do, who divided the skin, the flesh, and the bones of the Knight, before cleanly arranging them for the visitors that might arrive here later.

Then, he disappeared.

"It’s enough." Such actions were also told by his creator. The living is superstitious, and leaving such a brutal message in a way that disturbs the mentality of his pursuer and might create misunderstanding if they were to psychoanalyze their target, AKA Rosso.

The other aspect was to create fear, to let them know that Rosso was not the kind to treat the dead with respect. He is a monster.

"This is my limit." It was two hours later and currently in the field of reeds, Rosso punched down, bit by bit before submerging underground once again.

This was his limit. The price of using curses is never an equal one, and the backlash will eventually come no matter how much you hold it back. Though few bother to hold it back, as the longer you do as such, the stronger the backlash, which Rosso suddenly felt.

"Not again." he cursed, feeling himself lost as if he was disappearing from this world. Parts of his body turned transparent, parts of it felt like they had broken off from him.

It was cold.

Cold.

"Mummy?" He spoke instinctively, his voice low which disappeared as soon as he spoke. In his front, while his body was split apart, he could see the figure of what he once called mother disappearing from his sight.

It was the feeling of Loss, the feeling of forgetting something very precious to him, a loss that caused him to feel an emotion that he had rarely felt in this world. ’Pain.’ He thought it, the pain of not the body, but the pain of the mind.

As the pain and grief took over his mind, Rosso slowly started to forget who he was, he started to forget what his purpose was and what was happening to him.

The only thing he could understand was the feeling of loss, loneliness, and grief that took over his mind. ’Why?’ He wondered, and wondered again.

But no one ever answered him, no one could even perceive him at this point with the curse slowly removing him from the very existence itself.

"Pain." He repeated these words again, unaware that at some point while being buried underground, he was transitioning into a virtual self, which would slowly disappear from this world.

But before it could happen, the right eye of Rosso exuded a red light, through which a virtual hand clawed out, with a mouth slit in its palm.

"Master brought a weak vessel, mind weaker than mine." The slit on the arm spoke, exposing a white row of teeth and a voice filled with despair of its own. "I hate it." It spoke again before the hand folded itself and the mouth on the palm was directly over Rosso’s chest. "My blood, my kin... "

"I will save you." Then it opened its mouth wide and started to devour the energy of backlash all over Rosso’s body, relieving him from the pain.

*****

By the time he woke up again, Rosso was completely unaware of what had happened after he dug himself into the ground. That was the most he could remember, which was enough. "I survived, again." Although unaware of how he survived, Rosso didn’t feel surprised, his Creator had told him about this before.

No matter what he does with the curses stored in his body, the backlash that will eventually come for him will always be ineffective. And his creator’s words came true every time. Not like he was ever suspicious of them, to begin with.

This was his creator, the being that gave a new life to him. A life that was obviously better than the old one.

So with his backlash dealt with, Rosso focused on the issue at hand. "They claimed to track me through my blood, and my eye was not able to hold it back." Their reason for looking for him? Rosso didn’t hold much interest in it. He had done something audacious in Rudrain not too long ago, it’s not odd that they are looking for him.

But, the ones that died were not the most important people, so sending such a strong force to deal with him, using a strong means to find him felt like an overkill. "Unless they are shaken." Yes, the means he had at hand were capable of annihilating an entire city if he wanted. And doing such a thing won’t be hard for him.

But such power was in the hands of many in this world. That’s why there is such a high discrepancy in this world. A lone individual was able to lord over a group through his strength alone.

Crawling out of what appeared to be his very own tomb, Rosso basked under the sun a bit more before rubbing his body clean of any dirt. "Water." then he looked for water and found a stream not too long after.

This was an artificial canal generally used to water farm fields. For some reason, even at this moment, there was no one around him at all. Even the fields were filled with tall reeds, showing that the area here was not used at all.

Though he didn’t care as long as he got some peace and quiet of his own. "They are capable of tracking my blood. So Unless I find a way to deal with their methods, I would have to be on the move." For now, he had some peace, his enemies would probably take their sweet time before they responded to his provocation. They might even be scared, or they might just give him up.

And as long as he has time, he can find a way to counter them.

As one shouldn’t forget the compass he had at hand, it was through that compass they were able to track him. So as long as he finds the secret of it, he will be able to survive.

*****

Rosso didn’t wait for long, finding a bunch of clothes from the space ring, he covered himself, before leaving the area.

The ring can be his greatest finding through this whole ordeal, such an item although not one of its kind, but its utility made it stand alongside even Legendary weapons, or artifacts.

That’s how useful it was in the eyes of the transcendent beings.

And now he had that very ring in his chest.

Rosso was not foolish enough to wear it, it was not his belonging, and who knows if his enemies had a way to track the ring in a way his eye of melancholy can’t counter?

If it can happen once, then it can happen twice. "Still, this knight was a bit of a pervert, keeping his partner’s underwear." Rosso had thrown out all he deemed unnecessary from the ring, which included not-so-subtle clothes that were obviously used by the couple that he had killed not too long ago.

*****

"I had been hunted, they found me somehow."

: Why did you have to go: and spread that disease? : Now with their men dead: they would be more rabid.

"Or fearful, they will take their sweet little time, which is enough for me to learn how they are tracking me... do you know of anyone capable of deciphering a Mystical artifact?"

: Background? I can’t say: unless I know what kind of artifact it is.

"Compass that tracked me through my blood. I am not well-learned in this subject, so can’t say its background."

: Compass is one of the most common: tracking artifacts used by various paths: even including the exorcists. : It’s impossible to confirm its background: Unless I am to see it myself.

: Just tell me all the possible names: and places that can help me, and I will do the rest.

Rosso was not so helpless to first go and find its background and then ask. Whether it’s a mage, a mystical, a cursed object, or a blood relic, no matter its background, he needs to know the names of all who can help him. As he might just go to each of them if the need arises.

: I only have names for Cursed and Mage experts.

This was to be expected as well, these were the two most common types of artifacts to begin with.