Isekai For My Ex - 88 Losing My Humanity

“Crap, I chose the wrong way”

I held my head in regret, as I walked towards the underground bridges in the beautiful cave.

Since coming to Alvheim, one thing I can’t get used to is the beautiful scenery. If only this world isn’t overrun by dark-elves, how beautiful would this more be?

However… I don’t have that much time to appreciate such beauty.

At this moment Claire’s soul is fading away, I don’t have that much time.

With me resolve to do something about Claire’s situation, I dove into this world with the help of Layla, and the sponsorship of Kydus empire under Rara’s rule.

Eagle and Raven came with me, my instructors in physical combat and magic, I was very grateful for them for coming when I asked them to. But when we come into this world abundant with magic, they weren’t able to transform back into humans anymore.

However, even their bird form I could still understand them as if our thoughts get connected.

In the first year, when I came into this world, I gathered information through Eagle and Raven who can fly freely in the skies and at the same time who could speak to me their thoughts.

My first goal was to grow accustomed to the world, to know its structure, geography, and other information that might be handy to me in situations I would be in the future.

As they gave me information the first thing that I knew was that the language is different and hard to learn, so I gave up with just a few useful sentences Eagle and Raven taught me, just enough to build a sort of communication when I decide to finally speak directly to the non-dark-elf inhabitants of this world and perhaps build a sort of cooperation with them.

I made a camp at the nearest part to the portal where I came from, beyond it was a thick forest the led to the top of a waterfall. That way when a year passes its easy to get the supplies, plus moving this large amount of supplies takes time, I have large metal boxes of bullets, gunpowder, tools, swords, tea, coffee, clothes and dried food enough for me to last in a year if budgeted adequately.

Everything was all thanks to Queen Rara who not only promised to keep my quest as a secret from Michaela, but also sponsored me with all these stuff.

Day by day Eagle and Raven would fly to gather information on the nearest elven hidden village where the original inhabitants of this world reside, they live in small hidden villages forming micro-communities to help support themselves together.

The two observes them and listen learning their language, culture and other information related to them. If only Raven and Eagle could turn back to their human forms I won’t have to learn all these complicated languages.

Suddenly, one day this small village was attacked by the dark-elves, these vicious race found their hidden village by accident. The news network was slow with only birds reporting to me, so I arrived late, the village already burned, and there I met the first elves I spoke to, who were young elves that were on the run, and I killed their pursuers on long-range.

When I extended my hand they became wary of me and screamed in fear, seeing my black hair and non-pointy ears, according to Raven they called me a resident of Hel who gave power to the dark-elves.

I wonder where they are right now? Those ungrateful pricks.

Since then I wrapped myself with a black cloth all over, first to cover my hair and my ears, I wore a black mantle that has a hood, and then I used a bandana to cover the lower half of my face. This way I won’t be recognized as a human on the elves side, and dark-elves won’t know my real intentions, and they wouldn’t know where I came from.

I’m wary that they might attack the human realm because of my actions. It’s better safe than sorry.

Driven by my hate for the dark-elves for killing Erneis, and cursing Claire, day by day I used my time by consuming information Raven and Eagle sent me, making plans and simulations in my head and in magic and physical training.

As my supply of bullets was limited I made sure to do it in moderation, just enough to make sure my aim wouldn’t go bad, mostly trained my body and mind instead.

The magic here worked differently than on the human realm, the magic bullets was more destructive and I could also make different combinations of them, layering them on top of each other based on my understanding of it, I could create different phenomena’s that are destructive enough.

I can create a meteor by mixing earth, fire, and gravity.

I can create a sweeping gale that dances with flames and lightning.

I can also create a tidal wave that electrocutes every living thing on it.

Knowing this, just after six months of my arrival, being impatient I hit a small dark-elf camp, with a goal to get information, one captive or two would help.

I didn’t know how to torture like the movies I saw in my original world, but it can’t be helped. Claire’s life depended on it — the information that I get from them is crucial, I have to find the one who gave her the curse in order to lift it.

With the various artificial phenomena, I created that camp was flattened, and not wanting to waste magic bullets which are valuable I also used the BC’s in my supply which Raven and Eagles bring up to the air and drops them on top of the enemy.

After each camp was down, I also freed the elf who became their slaves. They desperately ran back to the mountains, only a few were grateful enough to try to talk with me and thank me. Just like those boys who saw my real face.

I fought with guerilla war strategies and managed to get dark-elf captives but no matter how I hurt them they won’t confess, in fact they just mocked me, as I asked about their invasion of the other worlds and about the curse wielders.

In the end, I didn’t get any information. Not wanting to see its death I had an eagle, the stronger bird takes off and throws him over the cliff. This is a war I am waging, after all, I can’t be soft or else Claire’s life would slip away from my fingers, I would lose the one I love again.

Back then, I just thought they were just fodder dark-elves, so I hit larger camps, and every time I would capture someone that looks like of higher rank I would torture them to get information, but no matter what I did, they just mocked me like crazy as if I was the idiot for talking with them in the first place.

But I never gave up…

Again and again and again, I killed, I tortured, in any way and different ways that I could, that I got used to it, so much that at one point I felt a satisfaction in killing dark-elves that I knew them better, their ranks, their nature, their characteristics and personalities.

As time passed I also knew how to instill fear in them, they were masters of evil but also had some pride in them, and I knew that I just had to be eviler than them in handling them, that way someday I would encounter a dark-elf that would spit out information.

First I would break their pride first, by humiliating them in front of their comrades that I captured, and then followed was intimidation, and next, I would make them fight over themselves over food, making sure that they don’t think of themselves dying honorably, rather they just died as they served as my playthings.

To them, it was something much worse than death. I am the dark-elf to them who would chase them to the depths of the earth just to see them suffer.

As I carried this out, I noticed that Eagle and Raven turn a blind eye, but also, from time to time they asked about how I was doing and how I was feeling about it.

My answer was always simple.

“Nothing feels so good as much as killing these pieces of shits who gave us so much pain”

I’m sure they would agree as residents of Kydus. The country which lost most of its men and had their babies killed, when I left Kydus population was 50% much less before the war.

It was so unlike me… but these words didn’t bother me now, to defeat evil in stories heroes would be good.

Because of those cliche movies, evil feared the good.

But what about these dark-elves? They only laugh at the good, and injustice and rightfulness.

So what do they fear?

Something more evil than them, and to become the evil that they fear, I had to abandon a part of my humanity.

But because of that, I got the tiniest bit of results that I got after the first year when I toppled down a middle-ranked camp, it was big but enough for me to bombard and burn everything inside it.

The results of my year of torture and knowing what the dark-elves fear reached its peak as I did it on the dark-elf commander that I captured.

It told me that it doesn’t know, or that these kinds of invasions are left to the people on top, and that he was just based on a forward base to take down the light elves, the remaining elven resistance that camped in the forests, I haven’t encountered them yet so far.

Knowing that such resistance exists, I prepared some gifts. If I want to hit the higher ranks, I need them, as I was reaching my limits with my magic stones, and eventually these highly adaptable dark-elves would figure out my strategy.

It is important to be unpredictable with such an enemy.

After the new year as soon as I refilled my supplies when I came back to Kydus through the portal, I immediately hunted for more camps taking their flags, freeing the elves that were captured.

The fortified bases bolstered their defenses but were useless with my aerial bombs and the phenomena I would create from the elements I have at my disposal. With my knowledge from my old world, my understanding with the elements, and my aerial advantage.

They were no match for me.