Chapter 50: Against Medusas
“The fuck do you want me to do?!” Nith asked.
“Give me a moment!” Medusa replied, suddenly turning red and looking down. “I’ve never bitten someone gently!”
Nith twisted his face in confusion.
Meanwhile, Medusa contemplated her next move for a minute or so before leaning toward his neck and parting her lips wide. She gently filled her mouth with his tender nape, munching on it as her long teeth sank into his flesh.
Her unique venom entered Nith’s system. His absolute protection against any poison prevented her from affecting him, which forced her to stay glued to Nith for longer than she wanted.
Only when Nith allowed her to poison him to some extent did Medusa’s venom work on him, capturing his mind and connecting it to her heart.
Outside, their bodies stood still as if petrified or transformed into stone monuments.
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Nith had gone through teleports numerous times back in the game. It was a magical feeling, going from one place to another in less than a second.
This time, it was the same, despite his mind taking a cruise toward Medusa’s heart. He stood still in a dark place, with her by his side.
Caressing his neck, he noticed that the wound was gone. This confirmed to him that his consciousness had been taken, not his entire self.
“Don’t you dare die, Nightshade,” Medusa said, walking away from him with a regal and mesmerizing gait, perhaps only appearing so because Nith’s testosterone levels had surged after the fight.
He sank his hands into his pockets and followed her in her wake, his eyes as low as his hands, because, why not? He’d already told her, for some reason, that her curves appealed to him. But in all honesty, any fine ass or big chest would catch his attention, even if only briefly.
‘This bitch makes me honest, as if cursing me,’ Nith thought.
Progressing forward in the dark corridor for about five minutes, as if Medusa needed that much time to prepare for what was to come, Nith saw a light ahead, which opened up into a long hall as he crossed into it.
A violet carpet unrolled across the hall, ending at a vast throne. Formed from lustrous white marble, the throne was scaled, with armrests carved like snake heads. Its back displayed a cobra hood that looked comfortable.
It wasn’t the only throne in the hall. Numerous smaller thrones lined the carpet on either side, with armies of snakes resting at their feet. Only daring adventurers would fight them to sit on these honored seats.
Alas, all were already occupied.
“Fucking hell,” Nith cursed.
Every throne was warmed by Medusa’s presence. There were so many of them that Nith already felt as though there were thousands of queens.
Each Medusa wore a tight black dress cut to her preferences—some were shoulderless, some revealed deep cleavages, and some had alluring slits along the legs.
All had light violet hair styled distinctively.
In this room, however, Nith recognized a single Medusa, the one seated at the end of the hall on the most prominent throne.
Yes, she glowered at him with murderous intent.
“You want me dead, don’t you?” Nith turned toward the Medusa beside him.
Surprisingly, another Medusa, one sitting on a throne quite close to the oldest Medusa, answered him.
She spoke in a mellifluous voice, laced with hatred toward him, “She sees you as an opportunity, Nightshade. You’re an existence that can save her from her imminent death. You can enable what she was born with and bring our people back to their former glory.
“But we hate you. Our hatred toward you has been tearing her apart ever since you introduced yourself to her. I may not have been hurt by you, but I resent how you destroyed my great-grandmother’s collection and other Medusas’ monuments for your own gain. You never shared the fruits of your research with us. You never helped us after that incident, directly or indirectly.
“Am I wrong to hate you?” she asked.
Nith harrumphed, “I wish I could say the dead cannot speak. But I want a short conversation with your great-grandmother, so I’ll just say I don’t give a fuck about your opinion.”
“You dare insult me in your current position?!”
Ignoring her, Nith craned his head toward his only ally. “I see where this is going. You haven’t agreed with the others despite them trying to convince you I’m your enemy. Just like she said, you see me as an opportunity to free yourself from these shackles of sacrifice.
“I can’t believe you’re forcing me to repeat myself—I look down on bitches like you, and I see plenty here.”
Now that he’d decided to speak with the one he’d wronged in the past, Nith was determined to enter this snake hell and reach her throne.
He walked toward her, each step stirring the snakes lying near the thrones, their heads rising, tongues flicking, hissing at him.
None made a move yet.
“I was left alone in my mid-teens. I was a fucking brat who couldn’t fend for myself, thrown from one trash family to another, fighting for scraps in the orphanage too. Worse than a mutt in my world, I found joy in this one, knowing my future lay here. I wanted to be a fucking fire mage but stumbled on a poison skill book, and things spiraled from there. I even began learning more about poisons from my world, putting as much effort as I could into this new world.
“Despite all obstacles thrown my way, I held my ground. I knew I could change my life this way, even if only one percent of the population could do that, and I fucking did it. I didn’t wait for anyone. So let me ask you this, bitch.” He turned around and stared at his sole ally. “Do you have to die? Has it ever crossed your mind that you don’t have to sacrifice yourself? Do you fucking need me to stop you?”
