Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 370 BekStory (2)

Ah…

Something was dangling a few paces in front of Bek in mid-air.

It swung with limb motion, swaying with a serene yet sorrowful pattern that oozed of a heavy and intense presence.

Sera was dead.

She had hung herself with a rope from the tie beam on the ceiling, her face with her eyes open that stared at the doorway with a sort of guilt-inducing look that immediately struck Bek, relieving him of all his joy.

The pale face of Sera as she swung made Bek feel, a little numb in the senses and for a moment, the scene before him overcame his sense of reason.

He emitted a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a sharp breath.

Yet…

He felt nothing.

Nothing pricked at his heart, no thick sensation like vomit attempted to rise from the pits of his stomach, from depths of his heart, to emerge as a shower of tears and great pain.

Nothing.

Bek merely stood there and breathed out a sigh.

In this very moment, he realised that love was fickle and it could die.

And when it died, it took something away.

…

Three years later…

Bek had moved from Okenden and started a new life in Genhuis City as a Capital Order Knight.

He lead his own charge of Capital Knights that were loyal and submissive, the bond between him and them being woven over two years.

There was an abundance of Capital missions and assignments that he and his crew had to complete, which gave Bek a sense of fulfilment , the memory of Sera having been buried in the prospects of his successful life.

Since that day, he had never turned back, moving forward with what he wanted without stopping to reminisce about incidents that would only bring him a shallow sense of guilt and bog down his lively days.

With that strategy, he had lived to his fullest and intended for more.

That was until…

He died.

Or rather, he was thought to be dead.

During an assignment that involved chasing down a certain band of thieves that had stolen an important treasure from Genhuis City, Bek and his Knights had not expected the leader of the bastards to be someone at the Master Stage!

The man had overpowered them with both his technique and high grade weaponry, blasting through Bek’s Knights as if they were nothing before he ultimately pierced Bek’s heart after a brutal fight!

The other thieves had long gone after their leader bought them quite a lot of time, making the assignment a failure even before Bek had been stabbed.

The leader of the thieves who was exhausted after the fight with the Capital Order Knight, fled as soon as he landed a fatal blow on Bek, fearing having to deal with reinforcements.

The Capital Order Knight laid down while convulsing before he felt his life flash before his eyes and when he inevitably saw the dwindling of his sight into black, drawing a close to the chapters of his life, he felt himself drawn somewhere.

Somewhere windy.

Somewhere cold, but different from the usual drop in temperature.

When Bek opened his eyes, he was shocked and terrified by the vast world before him.

Unlike the mana-filled environment of Aigas, this place had a thick and heavy type of energy that felt dank and rancid.

One that was not a simple flowing power that rested in the world.

This energy immediately started to invade his body.

Instinctively, Bek had tried to guard against it with mana, but alas, he had no core.

He was simply a powerless man with a hazy form here and nothing he could do could stop the invading energy which caused him so much pain that he collapsed and screamed at the top of his lungs.

As he lamented while lying down, the image of a green and black sun far up in the dark blue matted sky was imprinted in his mind.

It looked to be made of luminous clouds of the aforementioned colours as its image danced constantly, almost mesmerising Bek who was in agony.

This state of immense pain did not stop but Bek slowly started to get used to it with time.

Enough to stand and walk around that was.

The sky that housed nothing but the green and black sun which did nothing to colour the surroundings afforded no means to tell the time and it almost drove Bek crazy.

What held off his descent into madness however, was his first sighting of a terrifying creature within this world.

Its appearance had been so horrific and enormous that Bek had frozen stiff from seeing it.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t the only one that dwelled in this place.

An innumerable number of creatures populated this world with hideous or beautiful images, but they didn’t seem to mind his presence.

In fact, they ignored him.

Bek went from awed to getting used to seeing these monstrosities while walking without end.

He never tired.

He never hungered.

But the pain was something that became a part of him.

His once conscious and aware mind slowly eroded as he moved through the place endlessly, its infinite horizons continuing to cascade in his vision and slowly drive him to insanity.

It was so for what could be considered 91 years in the human world, the living man becoming an empty husk that walked for eternity.

Such was man when pitted against the grander design of the world.

A husk that could barely handle it all, in the process receding to a comfortable shell.

And yet, it was not over for Bek.

The third fateful day of Bek’s lifetime arrived.

As he moved, he picked up on a voice that hummed.

A voice that he was much too familiar with.

This voice swimming into his mind from somewhere jolted him back into awareness as Bek’s eyes immediately turned to the image a short distance away from him.

As bizarre as it was, his mind that was already accustomed to this strange place accepted and interpreted it.

A hazy figure that stood at thrice his size, its right side having a hideous and pale visage while its left, a light green and pretty form that was enticing to the eyes floated above ground while holding hands with a massive, bulky and atrociously revolting figure whose mass was nothing short of terror-inducing.

Even with all his years here, Bek had never seen something so ugly.

The two seemed to be dancing, as even on the obscure face of the hulking mass was a smile, the same being true for this half hideous half beautiful floating existence.

What drew Bek here, was the voice still.

Whatever this thing with a split body was, it emitted a voice that he knew all too well.

The voice of Sera.

Only the Deities knew how much turmoil the thought of this brought to Bek.

The emotion that he lacked when he saw Sera’s dead body back then, quickly arrived this time.

The grief.

The anguish.

The pain.

Bek opened his mouth and called her name from his distance while stumbling towards the creature.

“Sera!”

With a slight delay, the tall figure that was dancing with the enormous mass swiftly turned and looked to Bek who burst into tears as he knelt down, his eyes not leaving the visage of this creature.

For a moment, nothing showed in the creature’s eyes but then, both halves of its face contorted in rage and it screeched in a loud voice that caused the area for thousands of miles to rumble!

“LIARRRRR!”