New Eden: Live to Play, Play to Live

Chapter 1073: Tales Of Demons, To Pass Time



Meanwhile, in the other SUV, the atmosphere was vastly different.

Meanwhile, the driver, a picture of charm, was outside, sipping a steaming coffee. His presence was akin to a Japanese Idol, perched on the hood, causing the younger girls in this tourist spot to blush and giggle when he flashed them a smile.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Inside, the five were engrossed in a lively conversation.

David, who wasn't all for talking casually, especially not with these younger people, was dragged into their conversation against his better judgment when they started discussing end-of-time scenarios.

"No, no, no, and no! A super demon won't come out of a portal and kill everyone. The more powerful demons won't come on this side for a long time. They'll be too busy handling the powerhouses in New Eden!" David growled, palming his face in annoyance.

Cory grimaced at him.

"How would you even know what will happen, huh? You were the one who said that so many things had already changed with your future. For all we know, your future will never come to pass!" he argued.

David growled, wanting to refute his claim as nonsense. But he could hardly deny the claim. Truth be told, he had no idea if what he lived through would happen again anymore.

"Well, I still doubt anything stronger than a vanguard demon will enter Earth in the first wave. And stop jinxing us, you little shit! Keep sending those scenarios into the universe, and they'll come true!" David argued back.

This made Cory chuckle. Seeing David on the verge of popping a nerve was entertaining, to say the least, but he also loved talking hypotheticals.

It was why he loved gaming so much. He could construe all kinds of scenarios and alternate endings to stories yet to be written and still end up surprised when something different from his wildest thoughts happened.

Meanwhile, Jonathan fantasized about fighting the demons, bouncing back on the comments of the two 'Ninjas' who were still in the car with them.

It was hard to picture them as lethally trained assassins and infiltrators when they were casually dressed.

Up front, the oldest of the two still in the car looked around twenty-one or twenty-two, and the other looked around Cory's age and were both dressed the part.

"I've already fought a demon, and trust me, those things are the fuel of nightmares," he said with a slight shiver.

The two Japanese were enraptured by his words, waiting for him to get into more detail. "What did it look like?" the youngest asked.

Jonathan focused his gaze on him, dredging into memories he would rather keep buried. But he couldn't keep the teen wondering in good conscience.

"At first, it was a young boy, probably around the same age as you. He had used his powers to try to rob a bank before our leader Alexander smacked him around and captured him.

"We locked him up, trying to get him to reconsider his actions, but instead, he got possessed by a demon who preyed on his thoughts of vengeance and hatred. His face was deformed, his body ripped and grew in size, and his muscles bulged unnaturally.

"He was so strong, he blasted his way through three concrete floors, making his way to the surface from an underground compound, and even sliced off my arm with his bare hand," Jonathan recounted, trying to contain the sickness rising in his stomach from remembering his arm getting lopped off.

The other man looked at the kid with a look of horror, thinking such a wound could only leave deep mental trauma on a kid. He didn't understand how the child recounted this with an almost straight face, not welling into a teary mess.

"Wait," he interrupted Jonathan.

Jonathan looked at him, wondering why he was interrupting his tale.

"If your arm was severed, how come you still have both arms and no scar?" the young man asked, looking at Jonathan with a frown.

Cory interrupted his conversation with David, slipping into Jonathan's like he had been part of it from the start.

"That would be thanks to our leader's timely intervention. He used one of his demons' powers and rewound time for the limb, reattaching it like it had never been severed. I heard it was a complicated and risky process and wished I had seen it. I'm sure it would have helped me figure out things for my healing magic," he said, sounding a little too joyous. Jonathan shivered again, remembering the pain of his arm reattaching itself, his nerves reconnecting, and his bone reforming. The pain of the limb reattaching had been a hundred times worse than losing it, and the memory made his arm itch in phantom pain.

The Japanese man looked at Cory with a look of disbelief.

"If you weren't there, how would you know? It could be an elaborate tale to make it sound worse than it actually was, no?"

Jonathan shook his head no before looking at the young man with a serious gaze.

"No, it's the truth. I can still remember the pain. That moment will haunt my memory until

the day I die," he said, the last words coming out in a trembling manner.

It was hard to fake the emotion the young man could see in Jonathan's eyes, and he stopped questioning it.

"Then what?" he asked, curious about the tale's end.

Jonathan cleared his throat, ready to keep going, and glanced at Cory, ensuring he wouldn't interrupt again.

Cory returned to talking with David, acting like he hadn't interrupted them at all, and Jonathan inwardly scoffed.

"Well, before reattaching my arm, Alexander dealt with the demon, killing it with the ease of squashing an ant," Jonathan grinned, trying to make it sound badass.

The man frowned, curious how something as powerful as he had described could be swatted like a fly.

"You realize your leader doesn't look that powerful, right?" he asked, trying not to insult

them.

David scoffed at him.

"You say that, but if he got serious, which I have seen only once, he could wipe the shit out of this entire group single-handedly. It took me, and my entire undead army, to contain him for

a few minutes. You wouldn't stand a chance against him even on your best day and his worst," David mocked.

The man looked at David, a frown appearing on his face, but Jonathan's words then only confirmed David's words.

"He crushed the demon's soul. That's how he killed him. And it barely took a second."