BornAndTorn Chapter 123

-Moirai-

As I saw the mountain of muscle coming closer to us, I normally would have been a guard keeping an eye on the movement of my former version, but since I was currently acting atypical I did nothing more than continuing my training without a worry in the world .

Although I could not deny, that I was interested in knowing how this mountain of a man would act . Would he be as arrogant as the current version that looks exactly like me or will he behave entirely different?

It was truly a shame, that I lost the stones I had used back in the beginning . If given the chance I should rebuild that kind of weapon . FIghting with them felt truly wonderful . First and foremost it gave me the range I lacked while fighting against any kind of magic .

Although my resiliency and the ability to take damage are beyond compare, I am still nothing more than a glorified punching bag . Looking back the multiple fights against strong players I could only shake my head and be thankful that I encountered them on their own .

A strong body is useless when the distance between the targets is too wide . The fight against Laura was the perfect example of how much pain in the a.s.s it was to close in on her .

Fighting multiple magicians of her calibre would be my death without any doubt especially if these players would work together .

Luckily the only teamwork I had encountered so far was the small fries ganging up on me and even that ha.s.sle ended up with me suffering .

Of course, there are still several ways to kill players but times surely did not change in my favour with the arrival of the Churches .

Before I think about fighting this kind of monsters I should focus on my recuperation . Though I still have no idea, how I should approach getting back to my full capabilities in the first place . The cleansing process and these blood-sucking leeches, which are still beneath my skin sucking my blood full of eagerness, are still impacting me negatively .

That does not mean, that I will have to be careful and try to avoid every confrontation, but I can not exert the same level of strength I had before . Right now I struggle to break through a simple bone from a monster, which seemed laughable before .

Even the countermeasures I have come up with to temporary strengthen my body, end up straining my body, even more, leading me into another precarious situation . It is counterproductive to hurt my body if I want to return my body to its former glory .

Advertis.e.m.e.ntJust looking at the behemoth I once was, made me a bit jealous about my current shape . This sentiment was not something that most inhabitants of this world would share, rather they would feel pure disgust upon witnessing something like this .

If I could fling magic around I would probably feel the same way, but alas I will have to settle with throwing some kicks and punches . It is only natural that I am a bit envious about that kind of body, despite it being a walking target . It was not hard to miss when there is so much flesh to hit .

Everything in this world has its drawbacks, regardless of how strong or useful it may appear to be . For example, every mage I have met so far has been blinded by their arrogance and did not use their strength to its full potential .

Their lack of strategies born out of their dependence on magic is also a big disadvantage if they fight an enemy that not blindly attacks them . Should a monster come close enough to attack them they are done for .

While this may sound like some kind of balance it was far from it . With their big reach, the magicians should be able to easily handle the monsters . Magic potential usages are limitless but the struggle against monsters is still ongoing .

Which could be only be explained by outside factors, that have nothing to do with the magic directly . Either the amount of monsters is so much, that the magicians just can not keep up with their endless numbers .

Or the absolute incompetence of the users themselves is the reason if they truly can not wield mana to save their life, it is not that strange that the monsters kill them so easily . That being said, the exact opposite might be an issue as well, if the requirements for magic are too high, then they would lack sufficient personal .

There are too many possible explanations for such a scenario, especially if the so-called G.o.ds or any other supernatural ent.i.ty might also work as a reason . G.o.d spoke to me and ordered me to sacrifice my firstborn, who would dare to question my motive?

G.o.ds works in mysterious ways, how dare a mortal question the will of the G.o.ds . Everything seems so easy when you do not have to think for yourself and just spew the same stuff over and over again . Each generation is forcefully taught the same kind of useless mentality, they follow this pointless way of thinking . Repeat this mantra day in and day out .

Yet they seem happy while they are doing something so ridiculous . Yeah, I should not judge others based on my own experiences, what do I know about this world other than some rudimentary second-hand knowledge .

Besides I had different things to worry about, for example, my muscle-loaded copy doing the same exercise right by my side . At least he was not as annoying as the first clone as I had encountered, but this version gave off a more dangerous vibe than the other .

Not much noise could be heard coming from either of us, as we did push up after push up . What started as my attempt at acting strange had now become a silent compet.i.tion between me and this mountain of flesh .

Since others were not able to read the mood in the room, this compet.i.tion became a group workout, where everyone tried to follow suit with our training .

It did not take long before a sweet mix of testosterone and sweat entered my nostrils, at times like this I wanted to beat up any person, who wanted to make the experience this lifelike . It was hard to suppress my desire, to just go up and leave this place, but I managed to continue the exercise despite the protest of my nose .

Yet the other Moirai did not show any signs of perspiration as he casually continued to copy my training . Given the training I had done back then, it was no wonder, that this was not nearly enough to cause him to break a sweat .

This kind of muscles was the result of hard work and the help of the inhabitant from my body, that was not something that came to be because someone wished them to exist . Despite the fruitlessness of the current session, it still followed through with it, without any signs of hesitation or boredom visible on his expression .

The first Moirai was still busy b.i.t.c.hing at me, hurling insults and other cheap provocations towards me in hope, that it would finally succeed .

I wondered what intention the Observer had showing me my clones . If the first represents my c.o.c.kiness and the second one my perseverance and diligence, then how many other versions of myself am I going to encounter?

What kind of character trait would the next one have? I still have some unique characteristics, that could be immortalised in an NPC . I would be quite happy if this would stay a possibility but knowing my luck the horde of Moirai is already running free .
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Who needs a plague of frogs, when you can create copies of me . What implications something like this might have on this world are beyond my scope of expertise . Especially if those new NPCs possess the same regeneration and the power to negate some magic .

Should I consider myself lucky, that the experiments regarding my self-made bombs have yet to finish? This kind of weapon should not fall into the hands of others . If these players or NPC got ahold of that technology, then who knows what they would choose to do .

I am the only one, who is allowed to have fun with that kind of stuff . They have magic, I have my toys .

If they get to conjure deadly spells out of thin air, I want no one to complain about all the stuff I do . Especially if I have to live through that much different crazy things . Today I get to know my copies in all of their glory and who knows what might happen tomorrow?

it is really hard to make any plans for the future when even today is unpredictable . I am just a p.a.w.n in this game of the Observer . I was just kept alive, thanks to some purpose I serve, without even knowing what kind of . At most I can only speculate and I still do not have any idea whether my thoughts or theories are correct .

In the meantime, another version of my self had joined in on the training . For a short time, I considered whether I wanted to think about what kind of personality trait it incorporated but discarded that thought right away because it was pointless to worry about details like that .

Rather ironic, that I who was full of hope and self-confidence had such a negative outlook right now . What had changed, which let me into this path? Is it my recent lack of success, which brought me back to reality?

Different worlds but fate seem interchangeable . This world as much freedom and possibilities it may offer is still a cage for me . The thing is I do not even seem to particularly mind that . Being restricted like that does not crush my dreams or my deepest desires . It was rather the confirmation, that nothing could be changed which hurt me the most .

I felt a bit dejected after realizing my current situation but being dispirited by it was not something I could afford . If I did not have the means to fend for myself today, then I might have them by tomorrow . Clinging to such an illogical hope, was something I detest from the bottom of my heart, but it also means that I am still human .

" It truly is amazing, that you can change your opinion that often . Some times you leave me wondering when you will stop changing . " the tenant inside of my head proved once again, that he was unable not to comment every little thing I did .

But what is wrong with being a hypocrite? Regardless of what happens to me, I am still thinking for myself . So if I want to trick myself into believing something unlikely than why should I listen to anyone else opinion?

Think about me whatever ya want, but I am still my very own person . Nothing will ever change that, no Observer, no being that wants to surpa.s.s magic will be able to convince me otherwise .

" Oh, I wonder, on what is that confidence based on? Are you not aware, that your replacement is currently being chosen?"

If I am that easy to replace, it would have been done before . If it settles on the strong Moirai, the vicious one, the scheming one or in general some version of me, that would just prove its lack in judgement or my general uselessness in its plan .

Settling for just one Moirai would be stupid, by limiting the characteristics to one, the authenticity starts to suffer . If you need someone with brutal strength then you would find one in the lovely fellow right by my side, but do you expect him to be able to command the ants?

For every different purpose, there have to be a different Moirai with a different trait, otherwise, it would set itself up for failure . So if it plans on getting rid of me, deciding on a single replacement would be the wrong option .

Oh, look at that here comes the fifth version of me . With big strides and an even bigger grin came it closer to us and began to talk to the Moirai, which had been complaining up until now . This must be the Moirai with the bad decisionmaking skills or the one who is p.r.o.ne to his lapse in judgement .

Nah it must be the Moirai, who can not a.n.a.lyze a situation to save his life . Now I am sure, it is the Moirai, who desperately seeks a friend and only the annoying one listens to him willingly . They make a lovely couple . I wish them the best of luck in their shared future .

Still, 5 Moirai is not nearly enough, there need to be a lot more of me to cover every of my untypical thinking process .

After a short time, number 6 came and with it came another wave of questioning what it was copying from me . Judging by the fact, that it was wearing the same kind of gloves I had worn to battle, it was not hard to guess what it was trying to copy .

Number 7 looked like me when I began to grow for the first time and was barely able to fight .

Number 8 was the exact appearance I had when I spent so much time underground digging . His nails were sharp and made for digging and killing . I was quite sure, that this Moirai was the replica for that situation, especially since he came straight out of the ground .

Number 9 was a Moirai who was missing a foot, the only time I had lost a foot was when I fought against the wolf for the first time, apparently, this one mimics the strength I had back then

Number 10 did not leave any room to the imagination as he loudly proclaimed himself to be the only Moirai of relevance . I have no idea what it was supposed to embody, but I like him already .

Looking at the distance I saw more and more Moirai joining in . Another place and another time and I would have most likely found my little army consisting solely out of me .

Well, I am still interested in what will happen if so many copies of me gather at the same spot . I am quite sure everything will go wrong, that is just the running theme for me so it must be the same for them . Let me just hope, that is not going to be too troublesome to deal with .

Who am I kidding, something is going to happen regardless of what I have planned for . This is just the way it goes, there was no escape from a fate like this as if a certain someone had already predetermined my fate .

What might it be? I have no clue whatsoever . All I know is that the amount of Moirai currently presents is not something I would have expected even in my wildest dreams .

But whether it truly was a dream or a nightmare was still a question, that needed to be answered, but not by me . It was time for a well-deserved nap . What might happen while I am not conscious? It will be fine, there can only be so much misfortune waiting for me . So what is the worst that could happen, I spoke to myself as my consciousness slowly drifted away, leaving me with a peaceful expression on my face .

Who knows what would await me once I opened them again . n.o.body noticed that I had disappeared among the crowd of Moirais before I had taken the nap . Everyone was just way to preoccupied with the surroundings themselves to pay attention to me . and my disappearance . Well having a bit of extra luck could not hurt .

It was time for a well-deserved break .