Chapter 30 – Inside Looking Out
POV Kai
76 hours. That's what the system has told me. I'd be stuck here for 76 fucking hours. Trapped in a recreation of my own memories as some form of punishment.
"For what?!"
That's what I'd shouted at the system 12 hours ago, but instead of the usual text, I got a video. A live, real-time feed of what my body was up to while I was in time-out like some toddler.
I gotta say, it wasn't great.
This guy was a fucking lunatic.
The asshole starts his day by getting fresh with my girl. In her sleep! How dare he!? Even I haven't had Nyla's sweet nectar while she snoozes with that cute face—dammit, man, focus!
Seems the girls noticed something was off because she straight up tried to shred him when she came to. Then the bastard attacked her. Punched her in the stomach.
The pain flared through me too—like a phantom echo. My stomach clenched, my lungs seized, and I wanted to vomit. But it wasn't me. It was him.
I'll kill him. Or I would've, but Nyla kicked his head into the cave wall. I figured it was a done deal, but the bastard got back up.
He bolted when Yuki appeared, though. Didn't want the smoke?
I hope Nyla's okay. And the baby.
Dammit, I need to get out of here. I need my body back!
My alter ego was calling himself Damian. He ran through the night until he came across some feline-type monster. They locked eyes and the next thing I know they're in a fight. He won. Easily. Pinned her down and then—
This bastard fucked it. With my body! He fucking fucked it.
I felt it. The heat. The shudder. The pulse in his loins. Every thrust reverberated through me like an echo in my bones. I wanted to claw my own eyes out, but I couldn't look away.
I've wanted pussy pretty bad in my day, but never enough to fuck an actual pussy. This was madness.
Through his eyes I caught a glimpse of Shyara. She must have followed him. Looks like he didn't notice her either. Too preoccupied, I guess.
After the bastard was finished, he took off into the night again. Doing the same to any female he came across—and the males? He slaughtered them. No questions. No hesitation. Just pure brutality.
Monster.
It's the only word I could think of to describe it. Is this what CHOSEN wanted me to do? To be?
Nah, fuck that. I couldn't be this—this thing.
I mean, I just watched the dude fuck an actual pig girl. She wasn't even cute! Like, have some fucking standards, bro!
Just when I was thinking the asshole was finally running out of steam, he stumbled upon a group of…deer people? I'd never seen them before. But I'd also never really explored the Wildreach. I didn't have a death wish.
His eyes locked on the female almost immediately. I knew what it meant. He was about to try and go for it. Again. At least this one was cute.
He shocked me with what he did next. He used his brain.
He flashed them. Not with his naked body—which, at this point, wouldn't be beyond this freak. Nah, he used actual light. Like a solar flare. They were literally deer caught in the headlights. He used the commotion to bash the deer closer to her, then scooped her up and ran off.
I mean, he was like a rocket. I could feel the burn of mana in his legs, the strain in his lungs, the pounding in his heart. He covered miles in minutes.
And it pissed me off. He was outperforming me with my own damn body.
Did I just suck at being me?
He looked to be running at random, but somehow it seemed like he was being guided to a specific location. He probably didn't notice, but this girl—she was doing something.
They made it to some waterfall and he started taking in the scenery, getting ready for his conquest. He was treating this one different. All the others had been nothing to him, but this girl? She was special. To him. Had to be. He was being even weirder than I'd seen so far.
Then the fight started. If you can call it that.
She curb-stomped him. And every strike sent phantom pain ripping through me too. Bones cracking, skin tearing—his body screamed, and I screamed with it. But he laughed through the whole thing.
Damned masochist.
After a while, they stopped. To…talk.
The fuck? Kill this prick!
Wait, don't kill. But fuck him. Lock him away for the next three days.
I'm rooting for you, my deer friend!
My feelings were crushed in the next instant. Damian tapped his wrist. I recognized the gesture. One of my favorite basketball players used this celebration in the clutch.
"Dame time."
I grimaced. As time in the scene came to a standstill. This dude was an asshole, sure, and a dickhead, but his naming sense and style? Top notch.
The girl wasn't reacting. Damian was going to win.
Dammit.
But then—she moved. Hitting him with a crushing blow. I thought he died for sure. I would have.
But he got up.
With a fucking erection!
Bro! Stop being a freak with my body!
Then the girl…laughed?
The fight was over, just like that. I had the system dismiss the screen. I couldn't watch anymore. I heard something about a trial or a dungeon before the feed went out, but I was too pissed to care.
My voice was raw from screaming. My throat ached. My hands shook. Every nerve buzzed with borrowed pain and disgust.
Fuck!
Why wouldn't it die?