As I lay in the cold dark cave, my breathing shallow, I tried to make sense of the fact that why was it always me who got shit on by lady luck at every turn of my life? Was it her kink? Was it me misreading her signs? Or was it that I was cursed by some goblin shaman?
It all started with the 75th anniversary of what is commonly known as "The Rapture", where 3 of the mega cities of earth were magically transported to this new hell hole of a planet. A giant chunk of mass of land that was now a part of this new world, which had magic, was at first frought with confusion, then panic, and then artillery fire because our cities were besieged by hordes of monsters.
As everyone knows of the last great war which killed billions and the subsequent peace that followed, humanity being humanity, even in peace kept its armada and armies intact in times of global peace. This helped us out with the first wave that hit us on the very day we were transported. After that the monsters became stronger with regular rifles generally being ineffective. We started using more powerful weaponry until we had to finally bomb the hoards with thermonuclear warheads.
We survived with little casualties, but all form of wireless connectivity was unavailable dude to the loss of satellites. Old landlines were revamped and in a decade humanity was back on track. Although the monsters never stopped. Then humanity discovered that the newborns in this world had the capacity to weird magic the same as those monsters, some more than others, and a new era for humanity started.
We weaponised it first of all because obviously. The second to follow was boner pills, again very obvious. Slowly but steadily because of the immense culture of high fantasy nerds humanity got better at welding this mystical power and our sprawling mega cities grew. We surrounded them towering walls the size of sky scrapers and pushed the bounds of human ingenuity everyday.
Although there was always one this out of grasp, we knew nothing of the world we were transported to. We didn't know why we were here or how we got here. We didn't know if we could go back. Hell, apart from the land that was transported here to this planet we hadn't seen the rest of this planet and there was a damn good reason why it was so.
"The harrowing fall", "The Abyss", "The Murky Durky Depresso Baby Long Tenchy Wenchy". It was known by many names, some stupid, but was a massive and deep gash that surrounded our part of land and cut it out completely from the rest of the world. If it was just a massive trench maybe it would not have been so bad but right after the trench was an insurmountable wall of mountains that backed it. Higher than Everest on average but not deep at all.
It's where incomprehensibly strong monsters lived and even nuking it didn't make much of a dent in anything if making the situation worse by drawing these monstrosities out of their slumbering realm.
Humanity had been trying for so long to go past them but no team had ever managed to pass them, none had ever survived. Satellites sent into orbit were useless because conventional technology was jammed by magic power in the air over long distances. So far we had learned how to transmit voice over long distances over radio, a recent breakthrough in of the cities and it revived the radio in a new magical fad.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
Now back to the 75th anniversary of our rapture, I was (or still am until I die here) a member of the elite unit of humanity that was sent out to the worst and most difficult known to man in this age.
Well why was in this unit? To understand that some more information is needed. I know, you're fucking tired of my rambling but humour me for a moment. So, in this world if you possessed mana (magical power) over a certain threshold, you were guaranteed to live longer and be exponentially stronger than a normal person, so it mandatory military service of 10 years for all those who crossed this threshold was now a law.
Hated at first but accepted as necessary, we trudged on. I was one of the strongest humanity had seen so far, but I had to sign up early because of my somewhat chequered past. Life in the military became comfortable with routine and I kept on moving up in the world until I found myself in this God forsaken unit full of lunatics.
Now again, back to the anniversary thingy. We were to set out to find viable routes outside and had better communication devices so our chances of survival were said to be exponentially better. Which when multiplied by 0 means fuck all.
Like good little soldiers we sortied up and went on our way. For once things looked good as we were the first team to silently cross the endless chasm and make our way to the mountain using zip lines. That's when our torment started when massive Roc Birds and Elder Wyverns started a fucking crusade on our heads and decided it would be the perfect time for a raunchy threesome with a couple of trigger happy monkeys.
We killed, we died, and we ran. We helped each other to survive and started zipping back the gorge. I was the last one standing, providing cover fire for everyone zipping across. When my turn came, as soon as I was about to hook my line in a massive swarm of them dived on us to take us out first. It was every man for himself and I was whisked away by a wyvern.
It smashed me into the clifdsides and dug its claws into me as it tried to tear me apart, flying higher into the cloud cover above. Finally after not being bashed around like a football and regaining some clarity along with a healthy dose of anger, I emptied my entire clip into the belly of the beast, and then another, and then another.
While looking for another clip i realised my tryst partner had sadly passed and I was on the fast track to my next date with the hard ground. The fall wasn't long but it busted me up pretty good and that is how dear readers I ended up in this position.
I found a cave nearby and crawled into it to survive or maybe die in peace. While all these thoughts raced through my head I could see the light through the hazy could call for me. Like the morning sun it beconed me to come into its embrace.
Wait, hold the fuck up. That's actually the sun. THE SUN. Why am I agitated? Because the sunrises OVER the mountains and here i am witnessing it rise from the otherside.
Maybe this was a sign for a new start at life. I will take it for everything it has to offer and live a life better than I had up till now. I will do anything and everything and live my life by own rules and never will anyone tell me how to live.
With adrenalin pumping through my veins, I injected syringes of potion after potion into body. It's not recommended because it's not effective after one dose if you use it right away but fuck them doctors. Having so much vitality run through my body, I circulated the mana in system as fast I could. It felt like termites under my skin were eating me alive but it was working, I could see my would start to cauterize and kept at it until I was sure I was safe and then so much pain I eventually passed out.
