A Bet with Slutty Evil Being!

Chapter 200 200: Souls Of The Sword!

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When the onslaught of sensations eventually came to an end, Nyssa was left in a state of stillness, and her thoughts began to calm down. She tried to comprehend what had just happened to her and what it meant for her sword.

As Nyssa's body moved on its own, she felt like a passenger trapped inside a car that was out of control. Her limbs moved in a jerky and uncoordinated fashion, but the movements were precise and effective. She was attacking Avalandor with a ferocity and skill that was beyond her own abilities.

Nyssa tried to resist the impulses that were controlling her movements, but it was as if her body had been possessed by something else entirely. She was not sure what was happening to her, but she knew that it was not natural. The more she struggled, the more intense the assault became, and the less control she had over her own body.

As Nyssa's body continued to move on its own, she felt a growing sense of dread. She was afraid of what was happening to her, and she had no idea how to stop it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement, and she saw Avalandor fall to the ground, defeated. As the dark energy that had possessed her dissipated, Nyssa regained control of her body and collapsed to the ground, exhausted and confused.

The scene was filled with a cacophony of voices, each speaking simultaneously in a chaotic frenzy. Amidst the chaos, Nyssa was able to pick out some of the conversations that were taking place. "You, I like you," one voice said, followed by another voice responding, "Agreed, that other guy is a wee bit too much." Nyssa couldn't help but wonder who they were referring to.

As she listened more closely, another voice caught her attention. "Such elegance! That would be Unholy Cuts, wouldn't it?" the voice said. Nyssa could sense a hint of admiration in the voice. "Yeah, you must be," the voice continued. "Are you serious? One and only man has the ability to strike out on his own and develop his own method of swordplay." Nyssa couldn't help but feel curious about the person being discussed.

However, not all of the voices were friendly. "You guys may be happy, but I, for one, don't see what you see in her," one voice said, followed by another voice chiming in with a crude remark about Nyssa's appearance. Suddenly, someone yelled out, "Fucking dirty old fuck...," causing a ripple of shock and disapproval to spread throughout the crowd.

The multitude of voices continued to speak, their words blending together in a chaotic symphony. However, at some point, they all fell silent in response to what must have been the leader's voice.

Nyssa strained to hear what was being said, but she couldn't make out the words over the din of the crowd. Nevertheless, she could sense that something important was about to happen.

"Child, what you are witnessing right now is none other than yourself engaging in combat with the entity known as Avalandor Rdsa Nuir. You are actively battling and thinking like you normally would in the outside world exactly this very now. Despite the fact that you are moving and thinking independently at this point as well," the voice explained to Nyssa.

"Where is it? And where am I?" Nyssa muttered, confused and disoriented.

Suddenly, a voice called out to answer Nyssa's questions. "You are currently situated within the sword you were holding, the personal weapon of Death that was presented to Asmodeus, the first Lord of Lust. If what I'm saying makes any sense, both I and everyone else you've heard before are souls currently residing in their geriatric years," the unknown voice said.

Nyssa was dumbfounded by the revelation of where did the voice come from or who is it, is it enemy? Or is it an ally? And totally confused what that unknown voice told her. "Souls? Geriatric years? What do you mean? How is any of this possible?" she asked, still struggling to comprehend the situation she found herself in.

Nyssa was utterly perplexed and frustrated with the situation, "No, no it doesn't make any damn sense!" she exclaimed.

The voice spoke again, trying to explain the situation to Nyssa, "Well, let me continue and you will learn, lass. The souls of one thousand two hundred seventy-seven of the most skilled swordsmen who have ever existed throughout all of the kingdoms have been gathered together to become Old Age."

Nyssa was still struggling to comprehend what was being said, "Old Age? What's that?"

The voice continued, "It does not make a distinction between sentient beings such as humans, devils, angels, pagans, humanoids, or anything else that was created. Because everyone else considers me to be the weakest of the bunch, I am the one who gets to serve as the chief spokesperson, if you will. We are immortal beings whose one and only desire is to spend all of eternity in old age honing our skills as swordsmen and having a good time doing it."

Nyssa's confusion only deepened, "Immortal beings? Eternity in old age? This all sounds like some kind of twisted joke."

The voice replied, "I assure you, lass, this is no joke. It is the truth. And you, as the wielder of the sword of Death, have been brought here to battle alongside us in Old Age."

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