14xx/05/22 Johannes Calendar

22 days since arrival…

They finally arrived at sunrise. The cavalry consisted of 6 Centaurs alongside their six Bunny Girls rider. Finally, a group of 4 Orc Girls appeared behind them, tired out from their climb but is sufficiently functioning. The problem is; they are the same one I fought of several days ago.

I remember them quite well; I remember the spot where I shot one of them in the chest. The same one I mentioned now has a bandage wrapped around her torso which is covered by a simple shirt. I am shocked very well you see. I saw them disappear in a flash, how are they still alive?

My answer came from one of the riders, a young Bunny Girl who was wary of my rifle. She said that while I did wound them, most of the time nobody actually died. You know why? Because each of them has the innate ability to teleport back to their hometown, to their houses in case they were in danger. It was only activated during emergency only and they were not perfect, like an instinctual hormone release that gave teenager skin problems but not some muscles. The effect is the same like Harpy feather, except it was not that perfect, hence the reason why Harpy feather was coveted the most in the monster community. The instinctual teleportation saved their life most of the time, but in exchange some of them might lose part of their bodies. It was not uncommon to see an Imp with a missing tail after 'killing' them for the first time.

Usually they would return to their 'spawn point', i.e their birth place. Usually it was not visible, like a childhood favorite toy or the underground seed in the case of Mandragoras. That's why they disappeared after losing. They didn't die, they just respawn. The only way you know they die is when they DON'T disappear.

I was stumped, the fuck? How the hell did I not notice that? The teleportation of a Harpy feather is fucking similar to their death animation! How the hell? Am I getting blind all of sudden? Jesus Christ! So that means…The one in the cave won't wake up anymore.

Fuck…

Anyway, they have somehow forgiven me for 'killing' them several days ago. Most of them actually were scarred mentally from the beatdown I gave them, and none of them seems willing to take on a fool who has destroyed an entire criminal organization single-handedly. The fact that I rescued some of their comrades only added their admiration to me!

They said that the one who helps Monsters without demanding sex or other monetary recompense is far and between in this country, so I have made quite a good impression on the Monsters along the Continent. They said that they will return the hostage back to their families, whom were worried sick for the last few weeks. It also means that Richo would return to her family back in the Iliasville mountain.

I just hoped that they have the stomach to deal with the pleasure chamber.

She gave me a sad look, yet she said that she wants to meet her friend. She told me that she lives up Iliasville Mountain near Iliasville, living alongside the slime girls. While I was not thrilled by the prospect of being slimed again, I grew fond of Richo actually. Wouldn't risked my neck if not for that.

Lady Fortuna smiled again at me, for one of the Centaurs disappeared using a Harpy Feather. A few moments later, she appeared again in a flash, accompanied by a shock troop of several Imps and Centaur Girls.

I didn't get a good look at the Imps lately, so when I saw one of them coming right at me, I was more or less shocked. She is a small child in the stature of an eight-year-old. Like every Monster Girls out there, she wore a pair of extremely skimpy pink underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her extremely large breast was bound together by a single strip of pink cloth that resembles a workout bra. Let me tell you, I've no idea if laughing at her stupid ass is acceptable or not.

I mean, she still looks like a child, but her massive mammaries belong to anything but a child. Her tiny pink bat wings serve nothing except comic relief as she flaps them uselessly to get up. She just tripped on a small pebble and fell on her face, or her titties to be precise. I was torn between laughing like a hyena or just shaking my head at that utter absurdity. I just ended up picking her carefully above the ground.

They are quite a good healer though; most of the minor skin wounds sustained by the hostage disappeared in a flash. I did sustain quite a few bruises and cuts, which right now aches as my bloodlust and adrenaline galore has worn off. One of them makes everything disappear with just a simple kiss to my cheek. Fucking hell, even my mom's kisses can't heal my wound like that!

We spoke to each other for a while as she heals my wound. Slowly, our conversation shifted to something deeper, then we found ourselves in a deep embrace as we slowly came to slightly understand how touch-starved both of us really are.

Anyway, after that awkward embrace one of the Centaur Girls asked me whether if I need a favor or not, as one of the mermaids was her friend's cousin. She said that she can bring me everywhere, except across the sea of course; what with all the unholy storm and all.

However, my priority still stands. I just saw Hito a few days ago, shouldn't take me too long to catch up, as long as that guy I was tailing doesn't fly or teleport. Then again, who is he? The guy in purple hair? Assuming that the intel written inside my journal isn't completely misleading, Hito is travelling with Luka. So the question is, who is he? And why is he important? Why is it so important that this 'White Rabbit' fellow has to orchestrate this distraction?

Just as I was about to order an Ilia's Centaur Express service to Pornof to collect more intel, a certain vacuum absorbs me into another void. For fuck's sake did that whore know how much I hate being thrown through different dimension? The strange empty sensation was not something I looked forward…

Lo and behold! I am standing at a fucking grass plain, oh how I love you ground! But I was not alone…

It was a village, just another village, except everyone here is looking at me as if I just caused the mother of all earthquake that just wiped out half the village.

All right, where the fuck did the Rabbit threw me at? How hard it is for eldritch monsters like her to simply give us straightforward answers? if a soldier fucked up his duty because he received unclear orders, do you blame the private, or the sergeant that gave him the order? What does she want from us?

I have a funny feeling that this is all some ironic Alice in Wonderland crap I just got myself into. Seriously though, I heard the word Alice once before, I fell down a hole, there's a White Rabbit harassing my ass…It could happen! But that's wrong, I never followed any white rabbit or anything at all; I was fucking CHASED by some goddamn eldritch crap out of nowhere! I mean, when H.P Lovecraft hates your gut so much that he has to throw his creations at you, what the fuck I am supposed to do? Hug them?

But one thing that I'm thankful for her, is that she has solidly clarified where I am. I am no longer in my old world, instead me and Hito is now in some weird universe where semen is the nectar of the gods and demonic sluts. Just like in Wonderland of old, in order to survive I have to fucking threw away my logic and embrace the insanity that will happen later on. That…was easier done than said. You don't survive hell by following common sense.

It was not the question of embracing your insanity; it was the question of mentality and resolve. Many has the mentality of a herd, which means that their mind is hard to tamper with, hence the reason why so many people deny the new reality they found themselves in, still clinging to their old world's rule. While it may help some a lot, but certain rules must be broken in order to stay alive. It's the decision on which rules to break that means between life and death.

Resolve too, is very important to survival. Many good explorers die even when they were equipped with cutting edge equipment. It's not about equipment; it's about the resolve needed to keep on fighting. Depression is a real danger, as elusive as bacteria and as painful as starvation.

The ability to adjust the mind toward the new reality, the rock-hard resolution in every decision made is what kept me alive. If I was hesitating in the past, I would've died back in Gensokyo, even with two of my buddies behind me. Hesitation and Denial cannot rule your heart, else you die while you were still denying that a gang war just happened near you.

Speaking of resolve, the villagers of this new village I am facing now is testing my own with lots of different style. Judging by their colorful vocabulary when they described heretics and heathen alike, I assumed that they were cultists of some sort. Religious extremism has a unique way of rotting the mind after all.

The village is what I call as primitive. Not a single stone carving or even a proper wooden house. It looks more like what a group of villagers who build their own houses would look like. The houses looks like they were built out of just logs lashed together by linen rope or just simple grass house made from papyrus or something. I do remember that the civilization in Egypt used such plants for construction. Most of them wear hand-sewn outfit, some of them wore what I could call as old rags.

Fuck me, even Amish people aren't these retarded.

The adults are shouting nonsense crap at me, something about demons and shit. One of them pointed his spears at me, calling me a heretic Makina user that will be cut down by Ilias in the future. Of course, I returned the courtesy with my rifle. The hell is wrong with this motherfucking village? Why the hell I always end up in some cultist circle? It's like a curse or something! The cult somewhere in Texas, the gangs in Miami…And now this bullshit?

At least I knew the rabbit bitch sent me here not to die. Back in the days, even the weakest gang I fought against are packing some heat. Here, I haven't even seen a proper piece among those dumb fucks. I don't think they even have any metal armor at all…Unless…

A wicked thought went into my mind at that moment. Could it be that she sent me here to slaughter them all? Like some kind of cult cleansing and shit? I mean, I have the capability of doing so, and I hated cults. Is this what she sent me for?

But before I went killing again, a priest in blue robe suddenly parted the crowd like fucking Moses parting the sea to get to me. Gut instinct told me that he's friendly, so I held myself back. He wore a simple blue robe with a pair of soft blue hat. He said something along the line of salvation and shit. He says that I was sent here by Ilias not as a heretic, but as a sign that a heretical Makina user like me can repent, and my arrival is the first step in the grand plan of Ilias.

Of course, I call bullshit in all this. With my 'Makina-like' weaponries, my weird mannerism, my non-existent faith to any god in this world, yeah, I have Ilias's faith coming out of my asshole. Seriously though, where the fuck did I end up at?

The priest made a grand display of theatrics, preaching about how Ilias will not allow their own disciple be harmed as he walked slowly toward me with his hands high up in the sky like he was praying. (I was tempted to punch the guy because it would be funny, but I rather not bloody my hands now, not after the debacle at the trafficker's cave this morning…)

He grabbed me into a hug, saying that God's love will awaken me from my slumber. I could've hit him with a suplex from where I'm standing now, but he whispered for me to play along as well, at least to fool them until he can pull me to safer location.

I decided to play along by racking the bolt. The rifle ain't good in close-quarter anyway, and I grabbed the ejected cartridge with the most gusto I can get, claiming that it's a magic stone that has cursed my father's staff with its heretical Makina magic.

Judging by their reaction, the rifle might be Anti-Christ itself in pure form. The priest grabbed the rifle and the bullet (I swapped it out with my spent cartridge), handling it with the most gusto I ever saw in a spy. He quickly whipped out a bottle of holy water (might be mineral water) and sprayed it all over the bolt and muzzle. He bashes his small wooden mallet at my rifle, all the while dancing and chanting in tongues. After all that dance and chant, he declared that the rifle was 'purged.'

Normally I would consider smashing his face in after he hits my rifle with a hammer, then I remembered that I have nothing to worry about. A 9-pound amalgamation of wood and steel, made for war and served in one of the most brutal conflicts in the modern era. Well-maintained and cared for with love, an excellent reproduction made with the finest materials from Mauser company themselves such as this are virtually indestructible.

But I can't help but make a show. I grabbed the rifle in an unsure grip, and then I pulled the trigger, knowing full well that the weapon is useless until I switched off the safety again. I made the worst shocked face I can, and then I hugged the rifle like a baby, praising Ilias that the 'staff' given by my 'father' was finally purged from Makina scourge. I was this close to laughing my ass off.

Life is short; better enjoy it as much as I can.

The priest then grabbed me and led me toward a bigger house, which screams the word holier than thou with its thatched roof and clean wooden planks. I entered the room and then the priest gave out the longest sigh a man can give. He said he was an undercover priest appointed by the King of San Ilia to watch over the village of Luddite, just to make sure that they don't try to do something funny ever since the bombing of the Pope. He also asked if he did anything with my rifle. I laughed at his hesitation. If Holy Water can destroy guns, then Stalin would've used priest instead of young disposable conscript!

He told me that I better not get back here anymore, as he nearly thought that the village would've resort to bloodshed just by my appearance. He said that my black outfit and obviously Makina weaponries would brand me as a heretic. I actually applauded this fellow quick-thinking. I might end up killing everybody if he didn't appear.

But he gave me something that I forever seal him in my debt. And I didn't even manage to ask his name.

He gave me a piece of Hito's diary.

First off, I never knew that Hito kept a fucking diary of his adventure. Last I remembered, he preferred his voice recorder over the traditional pen and paper. Motherfucker even commissioned the Kappas to make his device lasted forever if he needs to be. But here is it, a piece of paper with his sloppy handwriting all over it. There were a few spots of dark red staining the sheet, giving me a good reason to give alarm. Is he wounded? Where is he now? How the hell did it end up at this priest's hand? What is wrong with my life?

Anyway, I only have time to place it back into my own journal when I was pulled back into the abyss. Dammit Rabbit whore! How many times do I have to get thrown around until you are happy?

Anyway, when I woke up, I found myself outside a house. A brickhouse designed to look like a dog house. The hell did I end up this time?

Then out of nowhere, a fucking army of slime girls just appeared out of nowhere, looking at me with inquisitive stares. I was back in Vietnam, and I just bolted out of dodge. That is until I was tackled mid-charge by a fluffy little girl. It was Richo. How the fuck did I ended up outside her house?

After all that time I was thrown in and out of the void, I finally landed at the Slime Village residing on Slime Mountain. I was surprised that they have no houses until the little girl told me that the whole mountain is their home. They are pretty much an element of nature too. She told me that houses such as this are rare, as because most of them lives in the wilderness.

Well, since I am here, why not take a look around?

The mountain was beautiful. Green, lush vegetation permeates throughout the whole mountaintop. Sparkling, clear rivers and pools teemed with life, which the Slime Girls were merrily harvesting. Instead of using an implement, they used their own slimy appendage like a net, which netted them quite a good number of fish. But no matter how much they fished; the river supply never ran out. To be fair, I was a bit hungry when I saw the fishes.

One of the slime girls saw me rubbing my tummy, or plainly heard my tummy rumbling like a demon or something. She approaches me and simply hand me a fish, smiling happily. I was surprised by the act of kindness, yet I felt happy. I smiled back and thanked her; free food is good food.

I gave the fish to Richo. I told her to keep it, as I would be cooking dinner. She said that it would not be necessary, as her slimy friend will help her with the dinner. I told her to keep it anyway, just in case.

The mountain was beautiful. It was what I would call as the foundation of a civilization. Fertile lands with clean water are what a group of people needed to raise a civilization. Do you know how many civilizations that started right beside a river?

The route toward the mountaintop was a simple leisurely hike all the way to the top. Thank God, my stamina needs a break after the past high-octane week. The sky was a beautiful blue dotted with fluffy white clouds that looks like cotton candies. The area was in full spring, myriads of multi-colored flowers that dotted the sidewalk of my dirt path. It was surprisingly clean for a simple route.

The final destination was worth it. By the time I reached the mountaintop the sun has fallen from the skies and slipped halfway through the horizon, bathing the whole mountain in a golden orange tint. The sunray hit my body and cast a long shadow behind me, but the light was pleasant to feel. I wish I have my camera. Words alone cannot achieve the beauty I'm seeing right now.

Anyway, I returned back to Richo and her friend back in the house. She lives with a Wolf Girl, a Slime Rabbit Girl and a Rat Girl. Wolf Girl got furry paws and wolfish red hind legs, which somehow allow them to walk upright. The rat girl's look no different than any normal girl, except a pair of huge Mickey-Mouse-like ear and a long tail. She was a bit smelly, but I knew that I smelled even worse sometimes.

The Bunny Slime is a funny one. It depicts a girly little woman on top of a cushion of slime. As she was originally slime, the cushion is also part of her body. She is made entirely of pink slime; her bunny ears and ridiculously large breast were all part of a single blob of slime. The only reason they are attractive is that they took shape of some voluptuous woman.

Richo has changed her tattered garment to a simple purple dress which makes me more nostalgic of my old flame. Dinner was a simple affair of fried fish and rice, which we downed with a side helping of some fried tofu and tea. The perk of being hungry is that anything tastes like a fucking five-star buffet even when the cook makes some horrendous mistake.

Anyway, I am a bit tired. The last few days were messed up and I really, REALLY need rest. I'll write down the next entry when I explored my next destination.

Yesterday, I planned a massacre of a whole group of traffickers up in Pornof Mountains. Today, my massacre ends with the whole group wiped out and rescued a bunch of Monster Girls. Then, I made peace with the Monster raider group that was hunting me down. Then, I found myself in a village filled to the brim with cultist where I found a piece of Hito's diary, which is a fucking tease in front of my nose. Just as I about to explore the cultist village, I was teleported to a beautiful mountain which the Slime Girls that I was hostile at first made their home.

Shit really got weird so fast…