Chapter 9 - Plots -Part 8

Meanwhile,

Many hours prior...

Gasping for air, I demand to know why my regeneration has slowed down.

"Tik Tik Tik, No available information."

The black liquid forms two small dots as we are covered in pure blackness below the surface of the ground. It utters, "Tik Tik Tik, must return to Demon king."

"Objective complete. Orb obtained. Tik Tik Tik," I scream at the black liquid, demanding to know what it is and where it came from.

"Tik Tik Tik, I am the master's ability."

Annoyed by this creature's screeching noise, I demand it to assist me with healing so I can go back and slaughter everyone, and stop saying "Tik Tik Tik." It's annoying.

"I'm still feeling the burn of the slashes from that annoying brat."

"Tik Tik Tik, I am PROGRAMED to state this at the start of my sentence to maintain form."

Request to go back is sharply denied.

"You lack the fighting capabilities and knowledge. Survivability 5.3%."