14xx/05/27 Johannes Calendar
27 days since arrival…
Ouch, my balls hurt.
Having a sexual intercourse with two beautiful women who forces me to ejaculate over and over again sounds like a pornographic movie come true, but it was a living nightmare. Once the pleasure of sex has passed after around two or three shots pleasure starts to turn into pain, and only became more excruciating as it goes.
One thing I find was fascinating is how determined my penis was. Even after shooting enough rounds to fill up a sperm bank, it is still defiant, standing straight like a soldier. This prompted for another round of fellatio and boob job that has lost its pleasurable strength, only replaced by the agonizing pain from my worn-out shaft.
The herb became my drug of choice, refilling the empty sack underneath the mast and restored the vigor of my penis once again, allowing me to feel the pleasure again instead of pain. But excessive sexual intercourse still hurts, even with shit-ton of Ilias Herb I consumed.
I manage to refill the 4 test tubes Sophie used to test out the effect of semen on Monster Girls. I've read somewhere that some dude flash-frozen his cum to keep it fertile for much longer. Problem is he didn't keep it frozen for the entire run, so it was a bust. I knew that it worked in the real world, so I decided to use my newly unlocked ice magic to freeze it as cold as I needed and store it in my inner jacket. She asked why the fuck am I holding like several bags of filled condom instead of letting others held it for me.
I never thought I have to answer that question, especially to a horny centaur.
Anyway, I decided to teach Sophie more about firing a gun. Yesterday was about taking care of it, today is how you use one, the correct stances and whatnot. There's a mountain range behind the village just a stone throws away from Rav's house. Just a couple minutes of walk and we're set.
We arrived to a steep mountain rock face with a wide-open space the distance of a 100 meter from the forest range. It's a pretty good target range. Using my knife, I drew a crude bull's-eye at the surface of the large mountain rock. I set the distance of 8 meter to train her how to use the Luger.
After several hours of training, I decided to call it a day and used a Harpy Feather to teleport back to Iliasville. We returned to the temple to find more information about the Tartarus rift. The old head priest stares at my rifle weirdly, saying that something bad happened to my rifle and I should be careful about it. He seems to be in a bad mood as I told him my intention.
He told me that I have a death wish trying to get into a very dangerous land where nobody can even get through the place alive in group, let alone…alone. He told me that I may have gotten over my head at my own achievement. He told me that there is one nearby, a Tartarus Rift at the Southern Ilias Continent. He told me that there are already a group of brave men and women exploring the blasted hole.
Gee, that guy sure is cranky.
Anyway, we decided to fill up with Ilias herbs back in Iliasville and some Thread of Guidance as well as some harpy feather. I also decide to have a chat with Betty again. She was growing on me, that old geezer. She was happy that I was doing well so far in my adventure and wished me luck.
Then I met the same warrior who told me that he lost his friend in the forest. I decided to come and tell him that I still don't find his friend despite my best effort. He smiled grimly, saying that my assistance was appreciated even though it was highly unnecessary. He already made peace with the fact that he'll never find his buddy again. Understand his feelings though, sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find Hito again…
Fortunately for me, a resting engineer nearby just returned from said rift and was resting with the others at the canteen. I went to the canteen and met a stocky young man who wore a red overall and a red scarf over his short red hair. He told me that his name is John. He said that he knew exactly where the rift was but he said that not everybody can just go in there willy-nilly. He said that only engineers are allowed as they need somebody to analyze the crap they found in there.
If my hypothesis was right, the artefact they found might be more modern guns.
He agreed to take me there as soon as I showed him my guns. Guess I was right; some of them might be guns.
Anyway, we rode Latina to the location with him as the guide. The ride was uneventful, not a single monster girl attacked us along the way. It seems that my street cred was proven strong among the populace.
The rift was huge; I mean the size of a football field. I understand why it was called Tartarus Rift though; the hole seems to extend into nothingness, even the hard-packed dirt wall along the hole slowly melded into the same inky black vacuum as the sunlight failed to bring its magnificent lifesaving glow to its depth. Peering over the edge, I remembered the old literature phrase regarding about abyss. 'If you stare at the abyss, the abyss stared back.' I understood the implication and inspiration the writer drew from such inspiration. As I stared deep into the inky black void, my mind starts to question everything, mixed signal crashes onto each other in the highway of synapse in my brain as the inky black void sucked the light out of my eyes.
Black, black is all I see, no other color was needed to be. I am black, the void is black, my mind is black, and the world is slowly turning to black. Soon, I heard whispers. The whispers were insidious, quiet enough to think it was your imagination, yet loud enough to feel someone was telepathically communicating with you.
I almost stumbled as Latina pulled me away from the edge of chasm. The black erodes from my sight, giving way to life-giving light and color. Despite my anxiety and horror facing the familiar void, I felt a certain connection toward the void, a strange kinship and understanding nobody else shared. I also realized that standing around at the edge of a fucking void is bad for my mental health.
There was a small encampment at the edge of the rift consisted of several scholars and engineers from Iliasburg. They were guarded by a battalion of infantryman, whom are in several state of exhaustion. I saw a small group of men trying to rouse an unconscious soldier unsuccessfully. They give up on the attempt and brought him into one of the tents in the encampment.
I asked one of the scholars about the rifts. He said that this chasm appears mysteriously after the disappearance of Remina. There was also more than one chasm than this one. There are 7 in the whole world. Many said that it might be a portal between different worlds. I remember falling in the void for hours at least. The rift looks just the same. He said that of all the chasm they explorer, this one is the smallest and potentially the safest due to its size. He said that I am welcomed to try and explore the place at my own risk, considering the fact that a random shota just came outta nowhere chasing a White Rabbit that jumped into the fucking abyss.
Oh, for fuck sake, I should've known that rabbit bitch gotta have something to do with it!
Anyway, they have a makeshift workshop which he graciously granted me access to it. To my pleasant surprise the workshop has proper equipment and tools for me to use. Now I can mix gunpowder properly instead of mixing random kitchen groceries for explosive. I entertained the idea of making more bullets, but decided against it. It'll take me a whole day if I make one. I settled on making several pipe bombs for my expedition.
I was surprised by how much modern chemicals they found inside the rift. It was even enough for me to craft around 3 pipe bombs out of PVC pipes that has a chemical fuse instead of a wick. I wanted to make more, but I felt that it'll piss off the others cuz I'm hogging their shit making backyard bombs so I just take what I can get and go down into hell once more.
They attached a simple rope ladder at the mouth of the chasm. Latina was left behind, knowing that she cannot scale the weak rope without difficulty or snapping them clean from her weight. She decided to fraternize with the soldiers, whom were moaning miserably at their post.
Armed and dangerous, I descended into the cave of madness. The ladder was very long; the darkness of the void slowly consumes me as I descend even lower at every rung. Every rung, the darkness grows bigger until I came to the point of no return. There was no sound, no light, nothing at all. I was far too deep into this. Feeling claustrophobic, I carefully activated my flashlight attached to my lapel. The small but powerful beam of light illuminates my body and the never-ending ladder I have to descend.
At one point I seriously contemplated climbing back. What will I find down there? Maybe a powerful demon? Inkier black void? The White Rabbit herself? Or nothing at all? Why do I go down? What would I achieve anyway? It's too dark, it's too deep, a human being should've not been here at all. This primal darkness that was untouched by the light of man should remain such, untouched. What happen if the darkness or whatever lurks in it was offended by my intrusion and decided that a young man like me would be a good snack?
But like always, curiosity wins the round. What the hell, I'm already this deep, might as well go all the way.
And so, I go deeper to my doom…
Then suddenly, lights appeared right below me.
I was surprised by that light. I stared deep down only to see the same platform where I started my journey in this world many days ago.
The place looks just the same like I remembered it; dilapidated metal walls rusted by damp and age; the grated floor that was greying by age too, but still looks hard enough to stand on. The lamps on the structure's ceiling were glowing barely, almost rendering the whole place dark. It seems whatever spooked them battalion up there must have messed with the lighting.
Oh well, I have a gun and some frags on my chest. I'm sure everything will end up just fine…
The creaking under my boot was familiar, the same iron grating over the floor brings back the memory of fire, iron, darkness and eldritch abomination combined with girls to become a strange species of H.P Lovecraft's perverted fetish. The dank smell of rot and iron penetrated my nose, a familiar scent of the unknown. I smiled to myself; I know where am I.
I came back to the place where me and Hito got separated. If Lady Luck decided to be merciful today, maybe I'll find him earlier, or that White Rabbit hoe. I really want to punch her at least once.
This time, I knew what am I dealing with, so I already formulated a plan. Sneak in like a motherfucking ninja.
I crouch-walked all the time, my ears and eyes wide open to the environment. I already mastered the skill of sensorial detection back home, so I can actually hear the tiny steps some far-away creature made that was coming to my way more than often. Fortunately for me, those creatures' sight wasn't the best of the best. Also, it helps that the place was almost pitch-black darkness and my outfit is black all over. Having Sophie's life-detecting scope was a sweet bonus too. That thing allows me to see the demons that was crawling on the floor a few rooms away from me.
No, I refuse to call them Monster Girls. Unlike the one I mentioned earlier, those demons are nothing but abomination with boobs attached to them.
Moving on, I manage to sneak through the area by using the shadow and some odd engines lying around the structure. It seems that this structure too was suspended over a void. After travelling for a while, I realized that this is a different structure from the one I got separated with. I also found a room that looks like it was trying to emulate the surface's forest by planting border of trees and having grassed plain instead of metal floor. To be fair I was glad for the tree's appearance though, it means that I am in no danger of running out of breathable air.
There's also the fact that there are quite a few chests lying around the structure, its lid broken wide open. I found that the one with the lid open was always colored gold and red, not once was metal green or blue. The one I said was closed actually got a proper lock which was still holding on. It seems that the battalion up there was too preoccupied fighting the thing down here so much that they have no time but to steal the one that was wide open or unlocked. I wondered if anybody ever thought about sneaking in…
Anyway, I searched among the bushes in the forest room only to find another broken chest. As I was about to leave the room, I spotted a small case hidden in the tree beside the open chest. Making sure nobody or nothing notice me I tapped the tree lightly. It was hollow. Slowly, I tried pressing every groove and knob of the hardwood to find a latch or something. Thanks to Sophie's scope, I found out that it has a small button hidden in the same open chest. A deeper investigation later, I found the button and claimed my prize.
A small lid cleverly disguised as part of the tree opened up, revealing a beautiful sight for sore eyes. A night vision goggle, a Gen III model by the looks of it. The black strap was clean from any logo, making its identification even harder for me. Where did it come from? Who made them? What dimension does it end up at?
Doesn't matter, a tool is a tool and I intend on using it the best as I can. Thanks to the darkness of my environment, I found a very good use for this goggle. It was good thing that the NVG are compatible with my existing ballistic goggles, it's bad for the eyes to crawls in the dark for too long.
Anyway, my sneaking ability was improved heavily by this new piece of equipment. I manage to explore the entirety of the structure which contains several rooms that resembles some part of the surface world; the golden mesa of the desert, the lush green forest of Lost Wood, and some part wasn't even existed, just a huge chasm leading to an unknown drop. I have a weird urge to find a rope and go deeper; such was my explorer's instinct. I managed to rein it in fortunately.
I found several hidden chests scattered throughout the structure, just out of reach from a normal armored warrior but a cakewalk for a parkour enthusiast like me. A blue chest behind a rock at the top of a huge stone, two more hidden at the same forest room I found the night vision goggle, another box at a room containing a single defunct gasoline engine, a hidden chest dangling precariously over the edge of falling at a room containing a single locker and a secret compartment hidden in the computer room. That compartment yields a single P90 submachine gun and 6 full magazines, all stained with dry blood. Knowing how dependable this weapon was, I told Sophie to carry it on her body.
Aside those hidden chests I found a single metal door at an otherwise a dead-end at the end of a long hallway. The metal door wasn't that big, just the size of an average household doors. The engraving on the door itself was what I call generically artistic. It was just decorated with flowery veins and carving of gods engraved upon its surface. The door has no doorknobs or hinges at all, making me wonder if it was a door or not.
In front of the door was a skeleton clad in a battledress uniform with MARPAT pattern. He wore a thick ceramic vest that was fucked up to hell, kneepads, shin guard and a pair of combat boots. His helmet was split in half alongside his skull. In his hand was an M249 SAW with half full magazine. At his side was another ammunition can which I presume the Marine dropped in his death. He carries no rucksack, presumably taken by the soldiers up there or the demons down here stole it. His Beretta M9 was at his side, fully loaded and ready to rock. His vest yields 2 M67 hand grenades and a couple of magazines for the M9. It seems that he died trying to retreat to the door. His entire ribcage has been turned to dust and his bones seems to suffer multiple catastrophic fractures that would've immobilized a normal man by sheer pain. Somebody even buried his knife into his skull through the cranium with a terrible strength for good measure.
The vest is useless, but the rigs are still good enough. So, I ordered Sophie to put it on. It's a better place for her P90 ammo than a dump pouch at her waist. After she finished putting her shits on, she became a rifle again. After we finished looting the corpse, we decided to have a look at the door itself.
The door's bolt broke with a single well-placed kick, and the door swung upon to assault my nose with the stench of corpses. An American policeman is lying on his back, his right arm is nothing more than a rotting stump. A young Wehrmacht soldier lain against the wall; his skull split open like an overripe fruit. A Soviet Officer is lain on the floor with his Tokarev still aimed at the door, even though his eyes are no more. An NVA officer is beside him, his chest melted into putrid soup with his Type-56 at his side.
A woman is hunching over a body covered in white blanket. She wore tattered blue dress that sticks on her skin with dried blood. Her shuddered breath and sobbing were so terrible that it even pulled my heartstrings. Nevertheless, I peered through the scope to see if she was a friend or foe.
That saved my life.
I barely missed the laser beam that I swear to God came out of her mouth, not her eyes. The walls received a fresh coat of paint as the Earth Bullet obliterated her entire head. Her brilliant red form inside the scope then quickly turned grey as a corpse, but the moaning and howling of the other abominations coming from all around me is already a good indicator of who and how many is coming.
We decided that we have to escape as quickly as we can, but Sophie said that if we try to fight our way through, we will be blindsided by all of them from different angles. Better to hold down and thin their ranks via kill zone.
For this, Sophie turned into her human form to help me fight better. She already has the P90 with sufficient ammo, but I decided to give her my grenades as I would be too busy mowing down fools with the SAW. My god, it was a true bloodbath. They just kept coming, throwing their bodies into the killing zone without abandon just to be cut down by hailstorms of bullets. Sophie softened the bigger fish with grenades and the armor-piercing capability of the P90.
When Sophie ran out of ammo, she abandoned all form of decorum and looted the corpses behind us for more weapons, everything inside the room to help hold our ground; a Remington 870 Police Magnum from the dead copper, a 98k from the German, a TT Tokarev from the Soviet, and finally the AK. She and I swapped guns every time they ran dry, and we did it often, as the corpses inside the room didn't leave much ammo on their bodies. Thankfully, they didn't have more monster than our bullets.
The hallway was filled to the brim with corpses, all whom were torn to pieces by bullets. They didn't disappear like the MGs at above, their corpses will surely stink to high hell once I leave this place. We survived the siege at the cost of our looted gun's ammunitions.
There wasn't much to be grabbed really. Aside from the marine's Beretta, there is not much usable ammo for the guns we have, except the one that the Jerry carried on him. On his left hand is a metal can full of 7.92x57mm Mauser, the same caliber my rifle used. The rounds were in long belts, so I assumed that it originally supposed to be loaded into an MG42.
We took the policeman's Kevlar vest for Sophie to use though. Kinda surprised how good the stats are for what amounts to a simple ballistic armor. Maybe the plates boosted the stats? What happens if I swap out the plates with other type of material? Would it suffer in performance or would it work just fine?
The marine and the policeman both got the same walkie-talkie for some reason, and they worked, so I kept them. The old Soviet has nothing of value on him, so we looted the policeman, whom happens to have a handful of 9mm rounds on him.
After we took everything, we can at the moment, we climbed back to the surface via the ladder as quickly as possible. Despite the night vision goggle I wore the darkness never cease, it as if nothing existed at all. No light except the small flashlight attached to my chest. Slick sweat painted my chest and face as I slowly climbed the rope ladder. My finger was raw and my arms were burning with exertion. My pack felt like it contained the entire world and more. Fear and desperation drove me upward as I slowly and surely make my way to the top. Twice I grabbed thin air and nearly fell off the ladder. If I don't do something I might end up falling to my doom.
In normal circumstances, this ladder is just a slight jog around the block. Not this one though, I felt like the void was sapping away at my strength as I ascended higher in some attempt of keeping me underground. I never got to where I am if I gave up every second, so I push through the pain and climbed on.
I am Alex Armin, The Scarlet Devil Triggerman, The Sniper of Gensokyo. I will not be silenced now or ever, not until I returned home alive and well. And with Hito as well, the Sniper never leave his bros behind…or hoes.
The welcoming committee was a little bit…enthusiastic. Latina asked me what the fuck is that goddamned rapid-fire shit she just heard up here. She said that all she heard was my gunshot, except it was repeated like my rifle only ten times faster. The scholars were greedy, asking me what happened to me and what thread I am rocking now on my chest and face. Latina looked at me strangely, saying that the goggles made me look like a fucking Monster Girl. I told them to get down there themselves if they were that curious. The soldiers were flocking me, asking me what happened and what did I do. Most asked about the machinegun fire and the grenades I used during the fight.
I told them to go down there and investigate it themselves. If I was right, I may have killed everybody down there. Hooray to machineguns. They were skeptical at my claim, saying that it's ridiculous that a normal human can take on every fucker down there when a whole battalion was battered once they got in. I told them to take a look if they want to.
From what she told me, I was missing for 3 hours and the battle lasted only for a few minutes. She asked me what took me so long down there. She sighed, saying that if I want some alone time with Sophie, I could just say so.
Yeah, I went down there with Sophie alone, sneak through the whole complex with high chances of me and Sophie dying, unscrews many locks on many hidden chests after performing death-defying maneuver to get there in the first place while trying my best to stay quiet, enacted a very risky and loud last stand against hordes of big-tittied eldritch abomination just to stay alive and nearly went mad in the void (again…) just to fuck Sophie alone. Yeah, that's the real reason. It's not like I enjoyed sex anyway, especially after being intensely raped by my own TEAMMATE…
Fuck, why am I contemplating this question? I'm keeping my dick for my mi-
Fuck, I already threw away my chances of being together with her romantically.
Fuck me.
Oh shit, if you're reading this Latina, I don't mean it literally. Please don't rape me.
Anyway, I am back to the makeshift workshop again. Yay!
I gave Latina the M9 pistol much to her displeasure. She really didn't like getting tinnitus every time I pull the trigger, and she is less likely to use one by herself. But she appreciated the gesture. Thanks to my obsession on training everybody in my crew how to handle a gun she knew how to properly use that M9. Gun control maybe a joke, but gun safety is not.
I checked on Sophie to readjust her rig. Wearing body armor and chest rigs with improper setup is very uncomfortable, especially if you have bigger tits. She said that the vest felt familiar to her. I asked her what so familiar about it. She said she recognized the smell of dried blood and ashes. From what I heard from the history of Mithra; I think it's a safe bet to know what she was talking about.
After I finished redistributing the bullets, I decided to teach Latina how to use the M9 properly. She was a natural thanks to me teaching her and Sophie and others how to handle a gun safely over and over again. Like Bruce Lee used to say; I fear not the man who practiced 1000 kicks once, but I fear a man who practiced one kick 1000 times.
It seems that I have explored many places in the continent, yet I still don't understand what's going on. From what the scholar's said to me they said that there's another Tartarus Rift I should scope out nearby Rostrum, but they said that it's a dangerous route going in there as well as the fact that nobody actually ventured there. I told them not to worry too much.
I am combing through this countryside as much as I can and still doesn't find him. If the White Rabbit was true about me meeting him during chapter 2, it would mean that I have to finish exploring this continent as in finishing the Ilias Continent chapter to reach the second chapter. That makes the most sense for me right now.
I already checked out Happiness Village, Midas Village, Pornof, the mountains nearby Pornof, the Cave of Trials, Iliasville, Iliasburg, Port Ilias, and Midas's goldmine, Enrika, Lemuse Beach, Lost Wood, Mithra, and Nameless Slums. It seems that the only notable place left was Rostrum and its Tartarus Rift. They were situated at the Eastern Ilias Continent. After that, I might search the countryside more before heading toward the other Continent.
That's it; tomorrow I'll head toward Rostrum caves and visit the damn place. It will be an arduous journey considering the fact that Rostrum was blocked off by an impressive mountain range. There's also the fact that there are two towers that I never visited in my journey and a vast expanse of forest, mountain, plains and mesa that I never visited. I'll explore Rostrum and Tartarus first, and then I'll explore the rest of the area.
Note to self: I should stop writing long-ass journal entry. At this rate it'll be forever for me to write about my adventure here.
Guess I'll stop here. Next Stop: Rostrum.