The God of Jesters
Chapter 606 - 9.12.3 I suck at acting.

Chapter 606: 9.12.3 I suck at acting.

These words, those eyes, and that smell of intelligence. "Curious cat." A sense of familiarity took Farhad’s mind before he moved his body, causing the rocks that bound him to crumble apart. "Cat...?" And by the time Farhad came to be, there was nothing here, only the boy who looked at him with surprise. But could he even see with those eyes?

"Run... she knows... run." Spoke the boy, knowing that Farhad had somehow escaped from his confinement, but he never did spoke a word about escaping on his own, it would seem that the boy had lost all hopes. Of course Farhad heard him, he had seen the boy and even smelled the corruption on him.

A spark of his flames is enough to burn that boy to ashes. But Farhad did none of those things, his mind was on the cat. ’A creature walking on all fours lead me to that dead baby.’ Farhad initially thought it was the baby itself, taking its last breath. But now, seeing such an odd creature appear in the mage tower, which should be impossible considering the security here.

Only one thing came to his mind. ’Is it a being like my previous self? Another grifter stuck in another eternal place?’ His past self, the little rat that gained sentience by repeating the same days again and again for a hundred years was the key to Jester’s escape from that eternal nightmare. For he was the only one carrying his memories with each rendition of that dream.

’A similar creature? Or an entirely different being?’ He wondered, before looking at the kid. ’Whatever the case, the cat led me to this world in order to free that boy.’ Farhad wondered, walking closer to the cage much to the Boy’s apprehension as well as warnings.

"It would seem I was too light on you." Came a voice from Farhad’s back.

Next to him, on the figure, a face materialized as it spoke. "I was just going to come down considering it’s feeding time for the boy, but who would have thought, you would still somehow escape the cage I built." There was mockery on her face, as she left the pillar and formed up a rock avatar that looked at Farhad as if she were looking at a fool. "But it will only extend your pain... for this is my domain." And with those words, countless rock spikes grew out of the ground and stabbed Farhad.

Which he easily dodged as he shouted. "There is intent to kill here... are you sure you want to give up on the curse I had been keeping inside me?" Farhad asked, dodging the attacks barely, as his body started to get injured little by little.

"You escaped, this is a doom you brought upon yourself." She spoke before one of her spikes stabbed Farhad into his shoulder, and then following that, the other stabbed Farhad directly into his stomach. "Oh, don’t make such a face, I will just bleed you enough to weaken you." Was her words, but Farhad just scoffed internally before asking in a somewhat emotional tone. "It’s that boy right?...the one who caused the Dhuma family’s predicament?" Farhad asked as he tried to take the rock spike out of his body.

But with a "Nuh-uh" from Mage Dilbur, which caused the spike to dig deeper, she said, "Don’t play around too much, but to answer your question, it’s complicated." With those words, the rock avatar’s body crumbled to dust, as Dilbur’s real body appeared, followed by Hasina.

"It’s the other way around." She continued her sentence, pointing toward the old Hasina."Go and let him have his feast, while I deal with this one." She ordered, before turning to Farhad again. "I don’t like to waste something as precious as you." She said, looking at Farhad’s blood with some pity, before speaking." But I will make an exception for you." And then, a metal blade materialized around Farhad’s body, severing his arms and legs instantly.

Each hit exposed Fard’s flesh inside.

"What?"And Dilbur’s horror when she saw something odd when Farhad was cut apart. "Oh... guess I gave myself away." It wasn’t hard for Farhad to know why the mage’s expression changed so much. But whatever, it was already too much, and had come to learn of this world better than before. So with a simple movement of his muscles, the broken spears that penetrated his body broke on their own, letting Farhad fall to the floor like a limbless corpse.

"Those bones... that flesh... that is inhuman. What are you?" She asked, backing off from the fallen Farhad, who wriggled a bit, making his cut arms grow out tentacles that flew and got stuck to Farhad’s body. A scene that left Dilbur in fear.

"A human or I used to be one... but it’s been so long that I even stopped caring if I looked like one on the inside." Farhad’s internal organ structure, muscles, and bones were far different from a human’s.

Irregular and mutagenic, each of his cells was capable of performing functions for the rest of his body. Rendering the old organs useless, there was no need to keep the things that had lost their purpose, so Farhad filled them with muscles and bones, making his internals far stronger than they might appear on the surface.

"What are you?" She repeated again, not finding Farhad’s answer that satisfactory, but it might have been her fear that made her finally explode with her true strength following that cry, causing the whole tower to shake as lava burst out from the ground, intending to devour Farhad.

But with no reason to hold back, Farhad like an inhuman mutant beast flew out of the attack rage without much effort. And then fired poisonous bone spikes toward Dilbur, whose magical defense did work initially, but the strength of a monster from modern times was far from what she could have expected.

Her defense spell broke after the initial collision and struck her leg. "So weak," Farhad said, looking at her with some pity. There was a reason why old spell models were abandoned in favor of new updated ones.

With the progress of humanity and their understanding of the Transcendental path deepening, new avenues and ranks of strength have been explored each day. Those who can’t keep up will soon be overtaken by those who can accept change.

Making the standards of strength in the present-day far higher than they were in the past.

Nowadays, even a weaker non-combative Mage would easily deal with an ancient mage like Dilbur. So what of Farhad who had long surpassed those in the same rank?

"You..." And she felt it, the corpse poison. A disgusting thing that is commonly found among ghouls, but that is not all. "Why is it so potent?" Her leg necrotized in a matter of seconds, forcing her to use her magic and amputate her limb as she had done with Farhad before.

"Painful is it?" He asked, finding the ground around him shaking with a higher intensity than before. "Stay right here... if you move, I will collapse this whole tower." She spoke threatening Farhad who just smiled at her. Before that smile turned into wonder as he looked at the fearful face of Hasina and the boy who held a small bottle of blood in his hand.

"He will die." It might be that he gave away too much on his end, but Dilbur knows that Farhad was here for the boy, and she now threatened Farhad with his life on the line.

A big gamble, but a gamble that will work considering the nature of this world. "You are so lucky today." He jumped, directly grabbing the boy as well as Hasina in his hand, before growing out fleshy arms from his body that cocooned around both of his passengers.

And then with more inhuman limbs that grew out of his body, he dug through the walls of the tower and made his escape. Leaving Dilbur alone for the moment.

’Not like she would do a thing after witnessing an odd monster like Farhad.

Such thoughts were luxury at the moment, packing all the stuff she could find and then throwing it into her space ring, she called out to her apprentice using magic and shouted. "Escape, run away as far as you can." And then she escaped.

Leaving the barely alive test subjects, including some fresh ones in their cages that will soon become their tomb.

"Years of research down the drains... I was so close to understanding that boy." She recalled Farhad’s appearance, that oddity that gave her a headache just by looking at it. "He came here for the boy... he also appeared as odd as that boy." Dilbur was old, far older than one might expect. And in her long life, there was barely something as odd as that boy.

And yes, the boy was a thing in her eyes. ’A curse born to life.’ The boy was an oddity born through some dirty secrets of the Dhuma family. Secrets that she had been trying to replicate in some other families but had failed till now.

"No worries, I have acquired enough material, but I don’t feel right to keep using this body anymore... another incarnation is needed."