Chapter 70 (Patreon)

So, this is the shortest chapter i've written thus far, and i'm not going to make a habit of it but today has been hectic. I spent the vast majority of the day moving and I am freaking exhausted. I meant to write more than this, including the 'bar' scene after where this chapter ends, but I just can't finish it right now, so....meh. I'll probably fluff it up some more at a later point or when I post it over on webnovel.

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The True Longinus.

It had been on my mind for a couple days now. I had set up many – many bounded fielded around my home. Frankly, I think it would take even me some effort to break them down by brute force. And that’s about all I could ask. They wouldn’t keep anyone out that could truly threaten my life, but there were basically there to buy me time in an emergency.

The True Longinus.

It left an……impression on me.

Fear?

I don’t know if I would call it fear. It felt more…. primal, something that literally was antithetical to my existence, to my very core of being.

It was like facing my own mortality right in the face.

Was I scared? I don’t think so, but I was definitely wary.

The Spear of Destiny, it was an odd weapon. Any other weapon that went through what it did would have been classified as evil or demonic. Yet, it stands at the pinnacle of holy weapons in this world, even eclipsing the Caliburn that boasts superiority of their broken Excalibur.

The spear personally crafted and meant to be the personal armament of the God of the bible. How much divine blood did it drink? I don’t think there is a pantheon still in existence that didn’t ‘donate’ their divine blood unto that weapon’s spear-tip.

After wounding or killing divine beings all over the planet, it became something evil, something desiring more blood. It was through this that it developed its ‘anti-divine’ properties, it has the abilities to push through divinity to truly wound divine beings.

It was not a weapon fitting one who sat upon the heavenly throne, regardless of how powerful it was. So he did the most obvious thing, yet perhaps the most ridiculous one as well.

He impaled himself upon his own spear.

His own divine blood, his holy attribute was devoured and turned the spear into something more neutral, perhaps even bordering holy. But that was it, the amount of divine blood it drank from other pantheons was only stalemated by his own holiness added on.

And again, it was turned into a proper weapon, but he still didn’t take it back as his own.

It was the first Sacred Gear, the ‘test’ so to speak. He sent it off to the mortal world and centuries passed before someone managed to awaken it.

This story was much more known, the man whose name was lost to history, but took up the spear as his new one.

He who impaled Christ upon the cross.

Possessing no divinity, yet still retaining all the holiness of the heavenly father, the son of God.

Cleansed, amplified, and sanctified.

The ritual that Jesus, king of the Jews, actualized upon his suffering, it changed the spear once again into its final form. It was supposed to be God sacrificing himself to relieve humanity of its own sins, but the spear poked into it, essentially being purified along with humanity.

Was it planned?

Honestly, I have no idea beyond just the cliff notes of what happened.

“What a scary spear.” I said to myself.

[There is a reason it’s rated as the strongest Sacred Gear.] Ddraig added making me pause again.

“Oh, you’re admitting defeat?”

I heard him snort in annoyance. [I’m reliant on my partner, the spear…..the spear can slay gods even with a novice if he gets lucky.]

I let out a small laugh. “What a ridiculous weapon….”

He was exaggerating a little bit, perhaps it could kill those lesser divine beings, like mountain or river gods. Hell, it could probably even wound a ‘real’ god to a certain extent, but take any Olympian and put them in the path of the spear with a novice at the back, and they’re getting bitch slapped into the moon.

But his point stands.

“OP, please nerf.” I laughed, standing up from where I had been sitting on my porch.

Perhaps…my blood was even boiling a little bit. The idea that the spear could take my life if it gets any meaningful hit on me…..

Gods…I think Scathach corrupted me.

Hmm, Mr. Wiggles was off playing somewhere, I could faintly feel him through our connection, honestly, all I planned for today was to pet – I mean train him.

Indeed, I will make him the fiercest rabbit this world has ever seen.

*Ding*

I blinked, pulling out my phone from my pocket.

‘Hello, this is Izzy, I don’t know if you remember me….’ – Izzy

Hmm, I stared at it for a moment before replying.

‘Of course I remember you, have you heard back from your kids yet?’ – Wilhelm

‘Yes, I must thank you, your advice has worked well. My youngest had responded and he said he would visit me next month.’ – Izzy

Aww, I’m glad when things work out. Huh, I think I needed some good news like this, even if it doesn’t’ really affect me.

‘I’m happy for you.’ – Wilhelm

‘Thank you….I was wondering if you wished to meet up again tonight, I enjoyed the place last time.’ – Izzy

I mulled it over, perhaps I’ve been feeling more stressed than I need to? I mean, I just came back to this world to essentially relax and I keep getting roped into conflicts….

‘That would be lovely.’ – Wilhelm

‘Yes, I look forward to seeing you again.’ – Izzy

‘See you then :)’ – Wilhelm.

Having friends is nice.

Oh! I can show off the stage magic I’ve been learning!

“Mr. Wiggles! It’s time to dazzle the stage!” I shouted, and almost immediately I felt him bolt back towards me.

I did share my thoughts with him, I wouldn’t just shove him in my hat and force him to perform with me. Who knew the little fluffball had dreams of grandeur? Granted, he didn’t exactly tell me that, more so sending feelings and impressions.

I still need to create costumes for the future…especially one for Mr. Wiggles, matching hat of curse. Pulling a rabbit out of my hat, while he wears a hat.

Well, this would be a good distraction, I need to stop stressing while on my little ‘vacation’.