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Chapter 36: Sacrificing everything for you

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The hug. The comfort. The wonderful feeling only lasted for so long until Frozen Milk covered Prota's eyes with a cloth.

Then with a cold expression, Frozen Milk proceeded to take the syringes lying on the ground before stabbing one of the tortures in the eyes. A loud scream escaped from their lips and bounced back from the walls to enter Prota's ears.

"Frozen... Milk?" Prota asked cautiously not knowing what was going on.

As the stabbed person staggered backwards, Frozen Milk hid behind them as the others charged at him. He used the person and threw him against the others and when they collided, Frozen Milk stabbed each of their eyeballs as if he was pricking balloons.

The system was speechless at this display of brutality and pure gore. However, Frozen Milk wasn't done by far. He plucked out their eyeballs, twirled it in his fingers before stuffing it in their mouths making them swallow it.

Another string cut into Frozen Milk's heart. He knew he had to leave as soon as possible.

With the last bit of strength, Frozen Milk took one of the iron bars, seemingly used to burn Prota with, on the table with various torture tools and smashed their heads, just like the opponent's, to a fleshy puddle.

Then he used the sharp end of the bar to cut open Prota's ropes.

"Frozen Milk?" Prota shout followed Frozen Milk as he left the room and headed down the hallway.

Hallway after hallway, until he collapsed.

Frozen Milk could feel his heart splitting into half and more blood gushed out of his mouth. Frozen Milk wasn't proud of what he did but he was glad that in the end, he could do something, even if it meant to sacrifice two worlds for his protagonist.

Frozen Milk made a decision and this decision was something he didn't regret.

***

The sight of Frozen Milk dragging the opponent out of the arena had everyone in shock. It was only until they were out of sight, did anyone dare to breathe again.

Holbe snapped out of her trance and moved down the stairs. She jumped over the railing onto the battleground and followed Frozen Milk.

The trail of blood made it easy for her to track where he went. Various thoughts flooded her mind and she wasn't sure what she should think of the matter.

Frozen Milk seemed like a completely different person. What was, however, the biggest concern was that the black threads were now visible and actually melted into powers for Frozen Milk to use based on his emotions.

Holbe could clearly see the once thin small black threads inside Frozen Milk's body overwhelm the white and started to merge with his body. If a white vase was filled with water, a simple drop of black ink could threaten everything to be contaminated. But it was only 'could'.

However, what if this droplet of black ink didn't bother with the water but instead directly attacked the vessel itself to taint it black. Slowly, the white vessel would turn black and thus influence the water it was carrying.

This was the current situation Frozen Milk was in. Holbe didn't notice that the black threads leeched themselves onto Frozen Milk's skin, instead to multiply in his white aura, until it came to a boiling point like now.

Holbe got too absorbed in other trivial things and failed to realise this crucial point. She prayed to the deity that her holy powers were enough to heal Frozen Milk and contain the leakage of the sinister aura.

She moved through the passages as she heard an anguished scream. She sped up and ripped her long dress shorter in order to move quicker and took off her veil to see better.

Yet when she arrived, she only saw a wounded and lost Prota who returned her confused stare.

"Where is Frozen Milk?" he asked, "he was just here. He was just... with me!"

Behind Holbe suddenly Glimpse Water's voice rang, "Man, what the hell is this? Why did you have to run this fas- "?

Glimpse Water staggered backwards as he saw the massacre unfolding in the room before him.

"You stay with him!" Holbe ordered and set off to find Frozen Milk. In all of her life, she never wished for anything more than for Frozen Milk to be saved right now.

***

The black threads spun endlessly from the golden wheel before they were cut into little ones and with a slid of the wrist were sent into the air to fly and aim for its target.

The lone person who sat in the golden chair and religiously created the blackness, smiled,

"Soon," they said, "Soon we can get out of here."

Soon, when all the black threads disappeared. Until the target has absorbed all of them, it wouldn't die, it wouldn't stop, until then the person will continue sitting here to spin the threads of fate.


Chapter 37: The courage it takes

In the far, a bright light enveloped the surrounding and all around was dark. Frozen Milk could barely open his eyes.

Was this the end?

He couldn't even lift his fingers to cover any of his wounds leaking his blood. He exerted all of himself for something he never thought he would.

He didn't know why but as he heard how his protagonist was captured and tortured, he lost all composure and the blood just gushed to his head and he was unable to hear anything else than the streams of it running upwards, he couldn't see anything else than the thick red.

It was as if nothing in the moment mattered, he needed to do everything he could to save his protagonist, everything he could to not make him suffer. This was all Frozen Milk could think of.

He knew his protagonist wouldn't die but Frozen Milk already made him suffer enough, he didn't want Prota to endure even more. He couldn't bear it and God forgive those who dared to harm his people.

Frozen Milk could faintly hear the voice of his system but he barely remain conscious. His limp body just rested against the wall of the cold and dark corridor and a large blood puddle formed around him.

In his daze, Frozen Milk also missed the oncoming footsteps. Then a pair of shoes came in his vision. They stepped into the bloody pool and splattered Frozen Milk's own blood back onto him. He couldn't look up or identify the person, but he felt he was grabbed by the collar.

"I remember you."

Yet Frozen Milk could barely make out the words.

"Heh, now you're in this state... suits you very much."

Frozen Milk was ungently thrown back against the wall. The force was strong enough for Frozen Milk to hear his bones crack.

The person finally bent down and met Frozen Milk on eye level.

Hazy, a very handsome face entered Frozen Milk's vision. He wanted to touch this face to see if it was real but his hand just slumped next to him, so he could only with the last of his breath exhale,

"Vil..."

"How do you know?"

Yet Frozen Milk closed his eyes.

His villain, named Vil, narrowed his eyes at Frozen Milk, "Causing troubles in my place and then dying like this?"

Vil stood up but then thought for a while. He dragged Frozen Milk by the hair with him, leaving another bloody trail behind.

***

Holbe left Prota and Glimpse Water behind and rushed down the hallways. The drops of blood weren't as large, thick or much, so it must mean that Frozen Milk wasn't in a bad state. However, when Holbe just turned around the corner, she saw the pathetic and broken form of Frozen Milk.

She halted her steps and covered her mouth. She wanted to rush to him immediately but couldn't move at all for some reason.

Then coming along the hallway, opposite to her, a tall male approached Frozen Milk. Once again, Holbe felt fear.

The man was very dangerous. Holbe couldn't help but hide behind the corner again and cautiously peek.

She was the captain of the holy knights but in the face of the newcomer, she felt incredibly small and weak. She instantly knew the moment her eyes rested on him that there was no way she could defeat him.

And she just cowered behind the corner, powerlessly watching how Frozen Milk was dragged away. She felt shame.

The very person who told her she was not a failure, he was glad she was born, the very man who gave her a worth, was heading towards his demise and she could only disappoint him.

It wasn't that she valued her own life more, but it was that fear bound her incapable of moving. Or so she told herself.

It was just an excuse. She knew deep down it was just an excuse. If she was stronger, if she wasn't so afraid, if, if, if...

None of the ifs could turn the fact around that in this very moment she didn't do anything to help Frozen Milk even though she was the only one who had the chance to save him.

The footsteps faded and Holbe took a deep breath. Her whole body shook. She dug her nails into her delicate skin and drew blood. After all, she was a failure.

She shot up and her feet moved towards the spot Frozen Milk laid in. The amount of blood nauseated her and her eyes stung.

One deep breath after another, she calmed herself and collected her courage. She followed the path Frozen Milk was taken away, but didn't make it far as a grinning male stood in her way.

"Beauty, you can't pass from here on. Stay away or else I've to use force."

***

Glimpse Water was still confused as to what has happened and helped Prota. He saw all the cruel wounds and had to hold Prota back who wanted to run instantly.

"Let go! I need to go aft- "

"What can you do in your condition? Rest first! Holbe's going to take care of father!"

Glimpse Water had to pull all his trust in Holbe. He could feel the rage of Prota, and his heart also ached for Frozen Milk, but he had to stay rational.

There must have been a reason why Frozen Milk was so furious about what happened to Prota. Prota was after all his character, no Prota was also his character, but Frozen Milk should've known that Prota wouldn't die so easily.

"Lemme tend to your wounds first," Glimpse Water was glad Prota was hurt or else he wouldn't have been able to suppress him in his normal state. Prota's body vibrated with rage.

Glimpse Water sighed, "What are you angry for? At father?"

Prota instantly calmed down.

"No, not at Frozen Milk but at the other guys. Frozen Milk... I'm worried about him."

"Really?" Glimpse Water thought this was the perfect opportunity to tease Prota, not having grasped the severity of the situation, "Though you ignored him pretty much for a long time."

"That was because!" Prota hissed in pain.

"Because?"

Prota couldn't admit it was because he was jealous of Frozen Milk's preferential treatment towards Glimpse Water.

Prota felt abandoned but when he just saw Frozen Milk, his pained expression, his hurt body, all petty feelings vanished and Prota wanted to kowtow to beg for forgiveness.

If only he wasn't so childish, if only he didn't go on his own, none of this would've happened.

Yet it was Frozen Milk who apologised to him, Frozen Milk who took the words out of his mouth, Frozen Milk who protected him.

Just the thought of it made Prota's restless body pump with adrenaline again.

"Ok, you're all patched up," Glimpse Water looked at his bad wrapping skills.

Glimpse Water had to rip his own clothes to cover the wounds of Prota.

Part of Prota's clothes were also ripped and his toned chest and abs were clearly seen. Glimpse Water looked at his own not too bad muscular body and heavily cursed, compared to Prota's body, his seemed like milk next to a strong brewed coffee!

If Glimpse Water could avoid it, he wouldn't want the protagonist to run around spraying his manly and undeniable pheromones around and was basically a magnet for thirsty girls. Even Glimpse Water had to admit Prota was really, really good-looking and could seduce anyone.

But Prota couldn't wait a second longer to search for Frozen Milk, and so Glimpse Water had to follow him.

"Why are you in a hurry? It ain't like father can't manage on his own."

"No, Frozen Milk was badly wounded."

Glimpse Water's eyes widened and finally understood Prota's urgency. He was also anxious now. How could Frozen Milk get hurt? Their creator badly wounded? It was impossible! Frozen Milk was literally a god! At least to him.

If Frozen Milk could read Glimpse Water's thoughts, knew what Glimpse Water thought of him, Frozen Milk would've treated Glimpse Water a thousand times better and adored him to death but his ego would've also enlarged several times again.

Prota and Glimpse Water blindly charged through the underground place with no clue as to where to go. They didn't think of following the blood drops until there weren't any anymore. Instead, nothing but the clean floor met them.

They were lost.

"Damn it!" Prota hit his fist against the wall. It was the first time Glimpse Water heard Prota ever swore. This was bad. They had no way of communicating with either Holbe or Frozen Milk.

Glimpse Water missed his time in the modern world where phones, GPS, tracking systems, technology and electricity existed. Instead he was here in a middle-age like world with the only difference that power- superhuman or whatever powers existed.

Glimpse Water kind of felt homesick but this wasn't the time now.

Prota suddenly stopped in his tracks. Glimpse Water could also hear it. Footsteps, not of a single person but at least two.

"We've been told people have intruded but I never thought it was true, how annoying," with a sword in his hand, a tall guy yawned.

"If his highness orders, we follow. We will only ask you once. Please leave," another smaller guy who looked like a scholar appeared behind them.


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