The God of Jesters
Chapter 665 - 10.04.2 Denial of Reality.

Chapter 665: 10.04.2 Denial of Reality.

The arrogance dripped from Vakil’s face, along with confidence that he could take the current Wajih who had been weakened due to his battle. Which was partially correct. Though more than that, my focus was on something else, I saw his men moving about, not toward Wajih, but the corpses, obviously targetting it for harvest.

It was understandable, but for now, they had maintained their distance, waiting for the fight to break out. This did happen not too long considering how hard it was for Wajih to suppress his anger against such an arrogant little bodyguard of his enemy.

Boom and the blades he formed broke upon the impact, Vakil of the Blue Moon, can be seen belonging to a group of Moon worshippers though there were many sects, some that worshipped the Mood sisters, or some that worshipped what the moon signified or their relation to their totems.

While the Blue Moon, from the name and history I had been made aware of focused on the healing powers of the moonlight, which would partially be correct considering Vakil easily took the impact and appeared unharmed while Wajih’s face twisted in pain as he coughed up a bunch of blood.

Insane defense, the body covered with shimmering gray fur, Vakil appeared beautiful in my eyes, which made me wonder how good a coat of that fur would be. While Wajih, his face twisted as if he had been made aware of the true capabilities of his enemy. "The Moon Rabbits." He spoke before finding that with a single kick, the chainmail he wore, built using his ability, was already caved in, breaking his bones as well.

Showing the ferocity and strength of this man. "Have you heard of us?" Vakil appeared surprised, finding it somewhat interesting that there still existed people in the world who were aware of his bloodline.

Though Vakil asked this question with no intention of hearing any answer from Wajih. His enemy was tired, feebler than before, and in ignorance, probably unaware that the blood he so played with before was poisonous. The effects were slow on him only because he extracted metal out of the blood.

Such a perfect plan, there is no way for Wajih to survive., This is why Vakil’s body turned into a blur, his kick dancing in the air, easily destroying the weapons built by Wajih, and then, the moment he closed in on Wajih, a bullet sound came and a hole appeared on Wajih’s ear. "You wasted my precious ammo." It was meant to be a kill shot, but Wajih’s reaction speed even if he couldn’t keep up with Vakil’s movement was enough for him to dodge sneak attacks of this nature.

But this attack did bring him some pressure, causing him to sweat a bit. ’This is dangerous.’

Dangerous it was, if nothing is done, he will die. But Wajih won’t back down, he understood that his enemies had been aware of his existence all this while, and knowing this was out, they would drop the act and hunt him openly if he were to survive this ordeal.

Meaning he had to be stronger than he was now if he hoped to fight them. "I can’t fall here." With those words, although it felt a bit wasteful, a small bead of metal came out of his pouch. "Sorry for wasting you here." This bead contained mixed blood metals of countless Grandmasters. Not enough to awaken any ability on their own, but enough to bring something unique to the table once they all were mixed together and sent out.

Hidden among many small blades, this bead turned into a blade filled with fractures, heading straight toward this enemy with inhuman levels of defense, speed, and strength. And like it had happened all this while, this blade also crashed into the fur, doing no damage, only at the initial collision, that is.

"Collapse." That was the thought in his head as he took out the mental power that kept all those metal molecules together. Once they were removed, following the law of exclusivity, these metals extracted from ascended blood started to repulse and attract each other in hopes of devouring or pushing away metal parts that didn’t belong to them.

Something that shouldn’t have occurred, but it did due to the influence of Wajih’s bloodline.

And then there was it, the explosion that he was looking forward to all this time.

"Aaah." Spoke the Rabbit man, crashing into the seas with his bleeding back.

The damage was pretty extreme and a bit wasteful in Wajih’s eyes. But he didn’t need that small marble anymore, there was even Legend People’s blood on his back, around six at that.

Once that Iron is collected into a bead, many wonderful things will happen, at least the damage would be enough to cause that man to kneel for a bit.

Though in my eyes, after seeing this scene, a hint of suspicion formed in my mind. ’This talent.’ I remained quiet, already getting some idea of the church or the kind of lineage he belonged to.

’So wonderful is my luck.’

With those random thoughts, I swam toward my new helper, whose face was paler than usual. It would seem that attack seemed to have taken too much out of him.

Though on my path, I paused to notice an oddity where a patch of red appeared on the seafloor.

A bright luminescent light burst forth while the newly rejuvenated rabbit appeared with a look of frustration, his eyes filled with vitriol as he rushed toward Wajih without a pause.

’This is going to be troublesome.’ Too much too fast, my friend won’t be able to hold on for too long.

This is where my mind focused on the little divers calmly cutting pieces of the giant squids and looking for something while the Rabbit and the blood sword remained occupied on the side.

And when I saw what it was, an idea lit up in my mind.

’But my frail body will collapse in all that poisonous blood.’ Unlike those divers that came here in specific suits. While I, naked and alone, these mortal clothes won’t even be able to handle that blood, so for me, it would be suicidal considering the injuries I had sustained before and how broken my spirit is.

But why should I confront them head-on?

With a thought, something changed in the seas, the air, the very reality.

Under the surprised look of Rabbit-looking Vakil who had just broken one more bone of Wajih, the dusk came soon and not long after, the moon rose into the skies.

"What kind of illusion?" He wondered, looking around and finding that not much besides the skies had changed. Well not much as he felt that his men who were focused on harvest appeared to be panicking for some reason.

But Vakil can’t show worry for them, he needs to kill his enemy or at least keep him occupied. All hoping that his men could deal with whatever the issue was.

Well, what was the issue you might ask?

"What... is this..." They spoke, bleeding from their eyes, mouths, and all kinds of orifices possible. The thing they witnessed burned their mind, and their sense of reality and caused their body to melt under the sheer horror of what they saw under the sea.

They saw me.

My true form.

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My very form brought instability to reality, causing illusions to pop up all over the skies and seas, corrupting the fauna and flora if they survived the onslaught of greater beings while melting the minds of the intelligent beings whose spirit couldn’t support such a being like me.

Die you fools, die in the pathetic way you were born, crying and coughing, hoping to even comprehend what life was and why you were even born.

This death of yours is a kind one, a lucky one.

Be my witness.

Be my sacrifices.

Be the first one to ever see my broken form.

*Cough.

The world hates my form. It hates beings like me coming to the material plane. The push, I can feel it, I can feel it coming to throw me into the realm of Spirits, the world of Gods, but I won’t go there, nor will I leave without doing one last thing. "Moon Jumping Rabbit, you are a paraplegic, how are you kicking and jumping so much?" I asked in a guttural moan that didn’t seem to make sense to anyone.

But the moment this moan reached Vakil’s ears, his body shut down, blind and confused before his body plunged into the deep seas.

So wonderful, so easy.

*Cough.

But I had reached my limit, this world was not ready for a god’s descent. Or I was not strong enough to do it.

So I hid back, back to my little shack in the dream world, while my body slowly surfaced into the sunlit sea which seemed so silent at the moment.

Of course, it doesn’t mean everything was simple. "You." Spoke Wajih, his face bluer than before, probably the effect of the poison and the beating he endured. "You... What are you?" He asked, his eyes focused on my feeble body that can die easily.

"I am injured... worse than you can ever imagine. And I want you to help me collect a stolen piece of me, which can help me recover." Those words should be enough And he also understood one thing from these words.

"The blood you promised before, was it yours?" He asked, and I couldn’t help but nod. "It’s a wonderful blood of a shapeshifter, imagine it. If you can extract an ability out of it, how strong would you be." At those words, he turned silent, he already knew that I had found out about his ability and part of his secret.