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I have paused all billing. I think you need to issue a request for a refund yourself if you want it. I don't think I can just do it straight up, even after googling.

Just as I thought I was getting better, things became worse. Doesn't mean I will stop, but I won't be able to keep up the pace or post regularly. I'll post each time I manage to finish a decent chapter. The last few I wrote...

Chapter 137 - Good Nose, SC

It didn’t take long for Sunday to come close to striking another deal with the Arcanum like the one with the Baron. The Adepts representing the institution didn’t have many concrete wants, but they were interested in being in Sunday’s good graces and profiting from his eventual rise. However, trust seemed to come easier to the vampires than to humans.

“I won’t be signing any con...

Chapter 244 - TFF

It took Alan a bit of time to get used to the thought that the voices plaguing his mind were now standing before him, in the physical world. A body that was not a body, but certainly held thought so alien and so frightening Alan wanted nothing to do with them. How would one feel if their whole race had died out, or worse, only to remain as a disembodied voice called upon by a skill?

Not g...

Chapter 136 - Small Demonstration, SC

There was little to say or do to help, even if Sunday wanted to do so. A lot of those present paid them significant attention, and quite a few glances lingered at Vesper. The presence of the vampire was probably an oddity at this time of day, especially in this situation. There were also bound to be those who remembered his presence on the walls.

Vesper didn’t seem bothered by it though...

Chapter 243 - TFF

Note: I owe you all an apology for falling so far behind. Life threw me some quite tough curve balls recently and I'll admit that I fell apart mentally under the stress. Writing is tougher than ever and I feel like my ability to do so has taken a nosedive. I'll try to pick myself up in the coming days as I calm down and rest. My priority will be catching up on some sleep this weekend, and then ...

Chapter 135 - Consequences, SC

Enthusiasm quickly replaced the dread in the Baron’s eyes, and while he kept glancing at Vesper with some worry, the stronger vampire ignored them all. The Lords did their best impressions of statues and Rubien didn’t allow himself even a single mean look in Sunday’s direction.

Only Oswald seemed oddly transfixed by the situation, and he kept glancing toward Sunday. That one was cra...

Chapter 242 - TFF

The skinned servants rushed toward Alan as one, and the black-robed Blood Corpse waited behind to heal them, and then make use of their remains as it had before. Alan’s memories were not as clear as he wanted them to be. Emotions dulled the mind’s ability to retain some things, no matter how high the stats were, but he still remembered enough.

Especially when it came to this encounter...

Chapter 134 - Friendships, SC

“Can you just dig beneath the belt, and make a tunnel? That would be sick! Quite difficult, I imagine. The corruption in the fallen lands runs deep, and it probably won’t be a good idea actually. Oh, I know! There are many hidden treasures underground all throughout the world. Sure, some cursed places too like old temples and stuff, but who cares about that? We can become treasure hunters! ...

Chapter 241 - TFF

The missing werewolf intrigued Alan more than anything else. The pillar it had been bound to was broken in pieces, and the pool of its blood was probably buried beneath the rubble.

Last time a quest was offered to their group – something about releasing the fearsome monster. This meant someone So only the monsters kept getting reset, while a dungeon’s story or path could be permanentl...

Chapter 133 - Deep Root, SC

“Are you sure?” Sunday asked.

His mind was a whirlwind. There were only two options before him. Either Pearl had lied, which she had no reason to do, or someone had swapped the vial while Sunday hadn’t paid attention. The latter was much more plausible. But who would do that, and why?

Trust was a likely candidate. Any of the wights could probably make a world-class thief if th...

Chapter 240 - TFF

The forest sprawled before Alan, carrying with it the very needed sensation of being truly free from the burdens of the mind. It was something about the trees that reached for the sky, ignorant of limits and gravity. They were growing larger seemingly by the day as if the System had given them classes and attributes too. Biology and laws of physics were trivial in the face of the all-powerful o...

Chapter 132 - Stipulations and Secrets, SC

A bottle of alcohol rested in Sunday’s hand, while he looked at the other or what remained of it and listened to the conversation taking place. It had been a while since Trust had banished himself, disappearing without a trace. The spell-fused were safely brought under the Wayward Rat, and Sunday kept wondering what other sorts of weird beings would fill the space in time and perhaps what oth...

Chapter 239 - TFF

It was Alan’s first time visiting the Sanctuary’s prison. It was quite easy to miss because from the outside it looked like parts of the concrete ruins one could find buried everywhere in the forest. Just a slab of greyness, covered in dirt and surrounded by taller buildings made of all sorts of things. A remnant of what once was. Reminders of Earth, and the life before the System wrecked e...

Chapter 131 - Banished Trust, SC

“Why would you want to save a broken spell-fused?” Trust asked with wonder.

The mage had neglected to heal his broken body again after another attempt and now remained as a head on a chair. Nysandra seemed to derive pleasure from breaking him over and over again, and finally, Trust accepted his fate. Sunday didn’t speak up for him, nor did he admonish Nysandra.

It did seem odd...

Chapter 238 - TFF

NOTE: Couldn't catch up this week and gave myself a day of rest with zero writing. Sorry about that.
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Dealing with the shadow of the harvester was very different than Alan’s previous experiences. It was not like refining his mana or changing bone and flesh. It was more of a digestion he couldn’t quite get a grasp on. A slowly melting medication he was absorbing in some ...

Chapter 130 - Time to Grow Up, SC

Old Man Jishu being alive as he was had left Sunday quite astonished even if he didn’t show it. He found it surprising that there was no hate in his heart for the high ghoul. No resentment or anything of the sort. There had been a short period of time where fear of the swamp had followed after him, and the strange vision had certainly come as a surprise. Maybe it was burnout. Maybe it was jus...

Chapter 237 - TFF

Alan stared at the bracers in his hands with a bit of awe. Mr. Muge had called them Disruptors, and even now Alan could feel them break the mana flow around themselves, stopping him from actually sensing anything. As if they sank into the natural world, becoming part of it.

There were chaotic pockets everywhere where feeling the flow at all was impossible, and even the workshop was somewh...

Chapter 129 - Reunions, SC

NOTE: I'll probably be caught up with everything by the end of tomorrow or thursday. I'm not rushing, as I'm catching up on sleep and some much-needed editing. Time to crawl out of that hole and go full-steam ahead.

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Sunday’s eyes roamed down the shining golden page, ignoring the vampire in the room. The strange and terrifying vampire had just started complaining about a...

Chapter 236 - TFF

The enchanter’s home had expanded to a whole district, with many smaller workshops surrounding the large one. The constant sounds of hammers, roaring flames, and the seldom explosion were quite soothing. It was almost like being back in some normal semblance of life, where everyone was focused on their craft and earning the daily bread. Of course, the fact that all of that was with the...

Chapter 128 - Realization, SC

LONG NOTE/ CHAPTER BELOW: As I mentioned in the TFF chapter, I’m flying home today after a pretty busy period at work and will try to go back to a more regular posting schedule and catch up. I’ve noticed some mistakes like the fact that I’ve used Trust and Truth interchangeably as the name (?) of the weird mage/undead. I don’t know when this started, or how the wires got crossed in my b...

Chapter 235 - TFF

NOTE: Flying home tomorrow. I'll try to do some much-needed editing during the next week, and go back to the more regular schedule. I've made some glaring mistakes, especially in SC.

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Alan didn’t feel at peace in his recently acquired home at all.

The shadows permeated with his will billowed around him filling the empty top floor of his Tower like a mass of water. T...

Chapter 127 - Butterfly, SC

The constant buzzing drove Sunday mad as he fell through an impossible night sky, constantly breaking into countless little bits and becoming whole again, as if Chaotic Step was malfunctioning. This was nothing like the meeting with the young master. The silhouette had been there for but a moment, before his talent had gone crazy and he was flung through existence without a care.

Now he w...

Chapter 234 - TFF

NOTE: Editing after I catch up on sleep. I've been traveling for work, so I apologize for any silly mistakes.

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As Alan and Mayra walked through the streets he felt like they were being followed by a funeral procession. Alan didn’t blame the people of the Sanctuary for being gloomy and silent. They had only gotten a taste of freedom, but there was another tyrant now. No matter...

Chapter 126 - A Lesson, SC

Sunday tried to blink away the stars in his eyes and the mixed emotions he was feeling. As the words passed through his ears and his blurry mind comprehended their meaning, he moved and sat on the grass at once. Every fiber of his being followed through, as if compelled.

There was no essence to be felt in the surroundings, nor inside his dead silent soul space. None whatsoever. There was ...

Chapter 233 - TFF

“Are you certain you’re all right?” Mayra asked with concern.

Is it something in the way I look?

“Yes,” Alan said. “You should worry about yourself. Staying in this place for too long is not… healthy.”

Maybe I should lock up someone in here, and see what it does to them? Too cruel, I guess.

“What would it do? Where are we anyways?...

Chapter 125 - Reward, SC

With the Adepts taken down as if they were nothing, and the spell gone into Sunday’s soul space, most of the magi seemed to find themselves. There was worry, panic, and some flashes of spells as a few retreated, but none came for Nysandra or Sunday.

He didn’t care either way. The spell was taking in all of the remaining essence inside him as if it were feeding. It felt different ...

Chapter 232 - TFF

NOTE: So Patreon is doing something weird, and makes the texts I post either black or white, depending on the mode I use. I literally cannot preview the chapter I post, nor see the text without highlighting it. Hoping it's a temporary bug. Please do tell me if you are having any issues with seeing the chapter.

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Alan watched with worry how the domain responded to Enid’s frustra...

Chapter 124 - Desired, SC

There was silence, and then there was pandemonium. For a moment Sunday thought the ghouls had overwhelmed the forces of the city and were coming to slaughter all else. However, his thoughts were soon proven wrong as humans and undead started appearing from all sides of the city.

He struggled to stand, finding a hand of support. Mera had soundlessly appeared next to him, watching Nysandra ...

Chapter 231 - TFF

The rest of the items had appeared out of nowhere. Alan didn’t know if he had blinked and missed it, or if it was simply a trick. He had long given up understanding spirits and all their uniqueness, and the one before him was a striking example that he had made a good decision.

The spirit moved almost as if time itself waited for it. Alan was sure it took less than a second, but its mov...

Chapter 123 - The Worst Alchemy

Everything was happening too fast.

Sunday yelled and tried to pull away, but neither his talents nor his spells seemed usable at the moment. Chaotic Step was the one thing he tried repeatedly while he resisted the strength of the miasma that swirled into the gaps of his cracked skin and pulled from the bone itself.

It was futile, as the talent had gone silent. Be it the closeness of...