Electus - Chapter 478

“Welcome to my world, you wretched Fire Demon.” That same feminine tone echoed, Eric can not mistake it.

This is indeed Jaluuti, the same of the unliving who has been causing the crew trouble. A self acclaimed Lava Spirit.

With language bitterly uncensored, since here he isn’t talking to a nice delicate friend, Eric barked. “What the f.u.c.k did you do?”

Taking a grasp of view, trying to determine where he is at, his knowledge struck limited as this place looks strictly unfamiliar.

He feels like he has fallen in the middle of a mist, clouds all around him and his field of view reaching 10 meters around.

Looking at the ground beneath his feet, he can only see semi-wet mud along with some additional grass spread scarcely here and there.

One thing transparent, he doesn’t have any clothes on. The only bit of cover his genitals have, is the hair growing around it.

Standing in front of Eric out of a sudden, Jaluuti expressed from her heart… or whatever Spirits yield feelings out of. “Normally I wouldn’t care enough to tip my enemies off, but I want to be a good sport.”

Unwilling to cooperate with such a foul creature, the young Electus stood up from the ground he dug his fists into and blew a Fireball from his palm, stretching 4 feet wide! The old classic for any Fire Blaster.

Unwilling to aid him at such a predicament, the Fire just passed through Jaluuti and unlike last time, it didn’t damage the spirit lady here.

Snapping her fingers, Eric’s arms and legs simply disappeared in mid air and his torso along with his head fell to the muddy dirt.

Her body colour switching to primarily red with rare white dots, Jaluuti started yelling out her sentences. “Since you decided to not be a good sport, you will take on the task ahead of you without your arms and legs.”

Panicking, not understanding how that can just happen, Eric started echoing. “You bastard! You doomed us all, without my arms and legs I can’t stop the Demons!”

Feeding off his intense fear, a smile grew on the lady’s fat patty lips as she uttered. “Relax child, you didn’t lose your legs or arms. You are in my world, Halieq. You can use your powers, but since we are trapped in your subconscious at the moment, they won’t do you any good or bad since it’s considered that you didn’t blast anything.”

His lips sealed, no chance to speak or scream, all the Electus can do is panick. “Here is the deal, you need to beat the puzzle of Halieq if you wish to keep your sanity. Most people who fail, end up dumber than animals. Usually throwing their own shit and chewing off their own skin.”

Continuing to explain since she did agree to be a good sport although Eric did not cooperate, “The puzzles of Halieq are like a dream, but not really as I’ve invaded your subconscious and this wicked battle is taking place in your little brain at the moment.”

Sealing off this topic, Jaluuti cited. “You can find your limbs in this puzzle but I’ll leave that to you. Beat this puzzle and I as the Lava Spirit will deem you worthy of walking in my territory.”

And revealing the possibly most dangerous trait of this dilemma, the spirit lady uttered with her tone having an aim to mock. “Mind the poisonous mist from the melted Dagger you inhaled earlier, you only have an hour before it’s enchantment starts eating your internal organs. Plain water is the remedy, so you need to wake up quickly.”

…

“How are you fairing, Sir Rash.” Jaluuti queried, sneaking behind the Goblin Demon and spooking him a bit.

His focus broken towards a human foot that stretches 10 meters tall, Rash turned around to face the Spirit and barked. “F.u.c.k off you Lava s.l.u.t, you’re making me do this puzzle anyway so just leave me at peace.”

Having a strong urge that the poisonous mist will make it faster than this loud mouth will, Jaaluti simply disappeared to grasp a peek at how the rest are failing.

As for what Rash is dealing with, the big foot is for some reason based with a layer of gold and is slowly enslaving the pale human skinned foot with branches of rivering gold.

Coming into a certain realization, Rash asked himself. “Wait, why am I watching this foot again?”

…

“How the hell am I supposed to move now?” Eric uttered, realising that he is once again able to speak.

Wiggling his body around, trying his best to bend his belly and neck too with an attempt to move, his motivation sunk in the mist when realising that after breaking sweat after sweat, he has only moved a few inches.

His nerves piling up all in one place, he let out a big long sigh and screamed too. Pissed, he hollered. “This is absolute shit! How am I supposed to do anything without my arms and legs!”

But in the midst of his little self loathing here, the young Electus thought. “Wait a minute… I can just spin!”

Trying his best to lay on his side, Eric started leaning in to the left with all his force and so his back faced the ground this time.

Repeating the procedure, his chest met the dirt once more.

Repeating it on and on, the man with the idea spun 10 feet in this seemingly flat land but although better than nothing, it can’t be considered ascension towards the task.

Doing one more flip, he felt something warm soaking his skin, taking a whiff it became unmistakable. Blood!

Panicking but sticking to the fact that this is just some kind of crazy dream puzzle, Eric whispered. “Where did this blood come from? Guh it smells terrible.”

A moment after, he started feeling the blood digging in his skin, sizzling body hair too as if the young boy here fell in a pot of boiling water.

“By the name of God!” Eric hollered, wanting to cuss out but at this point only God’s help would come in handy.

Below where the hip is supposed to be, he felt an extra sharp pain as if someone started bashing Daggers in there.

Such soul devouring pain continued for about half a minute, but with the hustling and bustling to escape the boiling blood pool, spinning over and over but with no grasp of progress, finally he found an opportunity for progress.

While spinning, he felt that although limited, the young boy here can kick the blood which solely points out that he has a body part to kick with, a leg.

Having a leg necessarily means that he has a longer body now, so he started doing the work a few times with aims to stand up.

Attempts ambitious but failure seems inevitable, although one of his legs appeared thanks to this pool blood somehow, it feels too numb and practically 75% immobile.

With a bit of his hip and inevitably, ass regenerating as well, he now can at least sit almost properly.

Can be the best time to do so as he feels the blood pool around him cool down and slowly disappear.

Looking at his one and only limb, Eric can feel that it’s somehow posing incredibly stiff and in a way it feels like it isn’t even his own leg.

That pool has left a horrifying aftermath as well, he can see his skin boiled red and in some rare spots blood is breaking out. Rather detailed for a battle taking place in his consciousness.

As the blood lost its last drip, the semi-wet mud underneath his body started growing green dry grass out of a sudden, forming a place to sit that’s easier on the buttocks.

After the grass grew, providing a bit of cooling for his buttock too, his just regenerated leg started feeling like it’s being bitten by thousands of tiny insects.

But there isn’t anything there! Cramps followed right after, so the young Electus thought it best to start with a rough attempt to hit the leg with his head and maybe fight off the cramps.

This pain struck strong in the beginning but it began to gradually degrade, taking about 5 minutes until the entire pain went away.

But listening it out what that crazy Spirit warned time-wise, once the pain became bearable, Eric started spinning across the mud and now since he is technically longer, it is a quarter easier.

This mist doesn’t seem to be leading anywhere and is portraying a strongly limitless field.

With nothing happening at the moment, Eric can think a bit more about what this puzzle is. Maybe it has some kind of mental tricks, it can’t be impossible since this puzzle and Jaluuti’s powers itself originate around illusion.

Coming up with a theory that this puzzle can obey the young Electus since it’s his conscious after all, Eric started shouting out random commands. “Mist be gone!”

“Quest be gone!”

“Jaluuti, you are powerless!”

“I will beat this puzzle and end you permanently!”