Chapter: 43

Author here – if you would like to read the first page of Jay’s book, it will be the chapter after this one. I will make all the chapters for Jay’s book free. You can read them if you’re curious or skip them. Thanks, Aero182.

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Jay stashed the book away, deciding what to do next. He had already been here for hours and wasn’t willing to spend another second here. After looking around the king rat’s area, he found nothing else except more decaying wood and two more dead rat skeletons to add to his necrotic ring

“This will be enough to summon two more of my feeble creatures.” he thought. “Well, I guess there’s no point in staying here.” Immediately, Jay was sucked under the mud without warning – the dungeon seemingly responding to his thoughts as it spat him out again, landing in the same spot he entered.

The clouds were dark and he hadn’t braced himself for the cold weather outside. He was still covered in murky swamp water as he began to shiver.

“Shit, not again.” He began to sprint back to the inn before he caught hypothermia – but before he could take his first step, out came the Don’s – both landing on him.

“Ahh!”

The Don’s caused him to eat the dirt once again.

Annoyed, he was going to de-summon them, adding more bones to his necrotic ring inventory – but he took a moment, and decided to heal his Don’s before he sent them into the woods to hunt monsters so he could passively level up.

Smiling as they left, he cheered himself up “Yeah, this is what being a necromancers all about anyway – making your minions do all the work.”

In a flash, the Don’s scuttled off into the woods as if they had already picked up a scent and were chasing their prey. “Just don’t come near the city or other humans!” he yelled after them.

Squinting at their bone spines, Jay muttered under his breath “..weirdos” before he began the run back to the inn, as the grey clouds above cluttered out the remainder of the sunset.

“Time for another ruby-gem bath” he half-smiled, dodging trees and bare branches as he dashed through the winter forest.


***This is a free auxiliary chapter. This is the book Jay was reading. You can skip it and still understand the story, I just thought It would be fun to add. Thanks, Aero182***

An epitaph of my former self, now dead.

So, you’ve escaped the circles,.

or at least you think you have.

The circles being things that you keep doing which lead to nothing but another repetition of the circle. You toil all the week, looking forward to its end, the end arrives, you do the exact same thing you did on the last end. Somehow you still enjoy doing this.

Why? How many times do you need to have this experience before you get sick of it? You’re caught in a cycle, a circle. You’ve stagnated, you’re wasting away, and you don’t realise it yet.

This isn’t the only circle you’re in – you’re still caught in others but you just don’t realise it yet.

While being in the circle, you’re disregarding the future, at least in part. Maybe you do save some money that goes to the future, but you are still losing time, not thinking clearly or making yourself better. You’ve simply become a cog in a machine you’ve continually made with your own actions. You’re not free from yourself.

How do you break free of such a cycle? Well, stop doing the exact same thing you’ve been doing and think about where your life is going if you continue to repeat such a circle.

Consider this: you don’t ever see any elders drinking themselves stupid, why? Because this is a circle that is forcibly broken by your physical health – however it’s better if you can break it first through realization, save your health, your time, and your money – and hopefully discover the next circle you find yourself in.

Maybe you don’t have anything better to do; but how would you know? You haven’t tried, have you? Isn’t that depressing? Will your life change or get better by continuing the same process? – If not, maybe you are crazy?

Maybe you do this to alleviate pain, but the pain will just continue on if you don’t directly address it.