[ Chapter XIX (19): "PILGRIMS OF BAZAT, THEN THE CRASH LANDING" ]
[ SKULL EATING CERCOPITHECIDAE LVL. 14 ]
Monkeys, old-world ones that are dominant in the surroundings of theirs could be seen roaming about in the densely packed forest. The hunters, and one of the most feared creatures in these lands...
Are now fleeing away, scared, sweating, making noise to distract the enemies while swinging using the vines in any directions as they run amidst the tall trees. [ "ooh ooh, aaaah!" ]
Some thumping their chest to mock the enemies, one such monkey could be seen stopping slightly, facing the direction where they came from, as he then proudly jump up and down... The others glanced at this, seemingly ready, about to join in.
[ "ooh hooh, a-!" ] But stopped as they notice the said arrogant monkey getting split in half, the blood of it then pouring and raining down on the trees and grass below.
Seeing this, the others didn't even bother, as the longlost instinct of theirs to run away from something dangerous activated right then and there... Something that they rarely did, as they are the bullies, and one of the strongest in the forest.
The pride of theirs steaming from the fact that they can climb the trees, unlike the wolves. Swing and get away faster from preys, unlike the birds. Bully and steal without getting hurt, from the ants and other such creatures.
But at the moment, that said pride seems to not exist at all, as they all unanimously run away from something terrifying. The group of theirs splitting, as one-by-one they spread out, getting picked one-by-one also without even knowing how they died.
This is true fear, something that they— the proud Skull Eating Monkeys had never known... Only now did they, as they all get their head and body pierced by a strong talon of something, with only about 1/4th of the original group surviving to tell the tale to other groups.
[ SKULL EATING CERCOPITHECIDAE LVL. 14 KILLED BY UNDEAD SUMMON ]
[ +73 EXPERIENCE TO PLAYER ]
[ +74 EXPERIENCE TO UNDEAD SUMMON ]
[ "Would you look at that, this is great!" ] Alastor basked in receiving experiences, and also in discovering another new type of monsters, Cercopit- something along those lines, or monkeys in his eyes.
As since hours before, the first night he formally experience in this new world he found himself in. Those said monkeys had been harassing his newly built house— one that doesn't have a fullt completed roof, yet, still a house in his eyes.
If not by throwing rocks or mud, then by making unbearable noises that made even Alastor have problem in sleeping in. Worse of it all, he can't do nothing as they are much stronger, much faster, much smaller than he is.
So, for his safetyhe ompt not to have a direct confrontation, as he avoided that, instead sending his newly acquired Undeads— the multi headed crows, which is faster than before they we're alive.
A great choice, as through them, the monkeys or whatever they may be finally stopped howling, screaming, making ear piercing noises and such. Finally giving Alastor the chance to have sleep...
Which should be the case, but no matter what he does, he just couldn't sleep right. [ "Damn it, I hate this place!" ] Due to multiple reasons, one is the fog he is inhaling, blocking his vision and more.
Second is the fact that he is sleeping on literal dirt, but thanks to leaves, he could at least cover it, but he is still sleeping on dirt without formal tiles and such. Thirdly, monsters that can instantly kill him exist and roam the jungle forest he is in...
That didn't bring any comfort to Alastor at all, as he could literally die in any second, making his body not sleep a single wink. But thanks to his Undead bodyguards that he has, he could at the very least be assured, as they don't sleep at all.
Always watching, always vigilant, always supportive to the point of not caring about their own safety at all— as they could respawn... So does Alastor, but he doesn't want to die, especially with him not knowing if that respawn was luck, limited, or requires a condition to fulfill.
So with all that said and done, he much rather not die, than to die a gruesome death. Facing his back on the treelog behind him, Alastor wanted nothing but to go back home, to have the comfort of his comfortable bed and sleep all day long.
But at the very least he gained powers in this endeavor, weird, a System to go by, and even getting himself transported into another world— a fictional one. So I guess he couldn't complain much.
Primarily because he is supposed to be dead, if Alastor's not wrong, then he would have suffered in hell, or have his soul perish than it continuing to live, on another vessel, on another body that is roughly the same as his original one.
In not being able to sleep at all, he instead prompt to massage the head of the nearby Undead, which is an Ant. As he then rub it to his heart's content, getting some kind of assurance in doing so and comfort. [ "At least, I have you guys by my side." ]
The said Ant perked up in feeling it's head get massaged, which the other became jealous of very easily... Alastor of course tried to ignore this, because if he didn't, then he'll be barrage by hour long massage, which isn't good for his arm's health.
To pass on the time he opened up one of his System's features— the shop, as he then scrolled down, passing by the things he had already seen before. Without pictures and clear descriptions, he couldn't fully understand what those said items are... That didn't stop him from guessing though.
This act of his lasted for about some time, with him not buying anything as he doesn't have that much Credits at the bank. With his eyes then dropping, as he then fell into dreamland without him noticing it.
But the Ant beside him did, as it then used the body of it as a pillow for it's master. In not feeling pain, it became a disadvantage, as it means the Undead could do this indefinitely without care at all, that is, if the master allowed for it to do so.
The other Undead envied the Ant even more, as they casted their gaze at it, their antennas rising up and down as they begrudgingly guarded the "house" instead.
Fending off and killing any wannabe gangsters that came, slowly rising in level in doing so, inturn leveling up their master to some extent as well. Which would make him happy in realizing so.
...
[ "Commander, the ship is flying blind what do we do?!" ] The Second-in-Command screamed out loud to the mastermind, to the one who's steering the ship, the most knowledgeable of them all, oldest, thus most respected of them all— of them thousands of Pilgrims.
Feeling lost, the Ecclesarchy and devoted inside the Pilgrim Ship began to chant and pray to the God-Emperor. Which was then followed by each and every single individual inside the ship's command module kneeling and praying, weeping and asking for salvation, to return to the Golden Throne.
[ "Damn... it!" ] The Captain, who's sweating and is constantly fighting the whispers he is heading, a 60s something year old aging man dressed in pilgrimage robes couldn't believe his and his other members luck.
You see, the Planet of Bazat, the planet that they came from, is a planet rich in devote, alongside the fruits and wheet that they supply the Imperium of Man with. An Agri World that works day in, night out.
Hundreds of years back, the Planet of Bazat decided to sent millions of lucky individuals to worship, on a Pilgrimage with it culminating in them ending up in the Holy Planet of Terra, wherein the God-Emperor himself resides in.
On the way there, they venerate and stop on some other Planets, them either having a relic of the Emperor or not, still they stop by on their small ship if they could, to restock, if not, then they'll die.
But due to the splitting of the void that happened years back, and also due to their Psychers dying one-by-one either consumed by corruption or death by the hands of those already corrupted...
If that isn't already a problem, then the fact that their ship is slowly losing fuel, it also slowly losing food and medical supplies. Men and children alike is slowly dying of hunger, some having resulted to cannibalism which intestified the corruption inside of them.
Out of the million that ventured in the Pilgrimage, after some time, it then dwindled to the point that only about 2-3 thousands remain. After some infighting, after some plague that caused the ship to split into 2/3rd, after everything, they are all destined to die without even reaching the promise land of Holy Terra...
The Captain in thinking about this slowly weep tears, as he silently prayed to the God-Emperor, kneeling in the floor. Chanting prayers after prayers, hoping that their cries would reach Him.
An alert from the system ruined this, as the Captain then subtly glanced at it, still praying. His eyes widening in doing so, as he felt his old senile body inexplicably rejuvenate back to it's prime years. [ "Men! Praise the God-Emperor, h-he hasn't forgotten about us lowly servants!" ]
Because what he had seen, is hope. As shown to him and to the other crew members of the ship is a planet... One that they can survive in on impact, one that has at the very least breathable air, if the information the ship is giving is correct.
Still, this is a huge gain for them. Especially because they had been drifting off on space for years, without any way to contact anyone, slowly losing fuel and no other way to get out— with their Warp-Drive having exploded, and no habital Planets nearby.
They, they had slowly losed all hope. The remaining few also about to lose it, but gained back hope in seeing the holograph of the densely tree populated planet that they are about to crash land in, as they all began to command the ship, [ "Men! Prepare for collision!" ]
Hearing that, the others began to prepare, covering their heads from impact. As they then all slowly gain a smile, tears falling the side of their face, as they realize that their is a hope for a better future, to survive, and to reach the promise land some day.
...
[ "I-I... slept?" ] Alastor asked himself in confusion, amidst the cricket noise he is hearing outside. Those better be not mutated ones, tall ones, abomination that spew acid out of their ass, if those are... Then God so help him.
Yawning to himself, he enjoyed the warmth and comfort that his Undead Ant is giving him, as that said Undead played and toyed around with a piece of wood that it kept rolling on the ground.
Seemingly not feeling fatigue at all, even though it has been awake for such a long time. Due to that, Alastor felt grateful, as he then kissed the thing's forehead, [ "Thanks for the pillow buddy." ]
Which the thing adores, as it then followed it's master outside the house. Alastor who's half awake rubbed his eyes in confusion, as he kept noticing blood here and there, also the stench which he couldn't quite discern what is. So he turned, and noticed his other Undeads chewing on body parts.
[ "Huh..." ] I guess dinner for them came on early. On his side on the other hand, he hadn't had any yet, feeling his stomach grumble, he was about to go and buy on some dishes from the System Shop... But paused in his tracks as he notice something from the sky seemingly fall off, on distance.
The said thing growing in distance the more it does, titanic in it's size. To the point that he wonders, is he gonna die again?! When does he run? How is he gonna survive that? Is he gonna be in a close loop of death even though he runs away with all his might?!!... And lastly, [ "What i-in the extinction level theeat f-fuck is that?!!" ]
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