Chapter 37:

Vorelando Magic 2: The Ballad of Facts Sinatra

Bible 2: The Sequel to the Bible

“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”Bookmark here

Everyone in Vorelando’s class looked at him like he was crazy. He was crazy. A verifiable madman with an alpha aesthetic. Bookmark here

While they all thought he had forgotten to take some pills they had always assumed he was supposed to be taking, the reality was different. The demons he was fighting were quite literal.Bookmark here

He had just woken up from another ‘loop’. He had forgotten how many times it had happened by now, how many times he’d woken back up at this very desk, destined to walk the path of the voreior once more.Bookmark here

Every single time, he would walk this path to his demise, as all paths in this reality (and all others, he suspected) led to his father, Voran Magic. No matter what he did on his way to the top, no matter what skills he acquired in his quest to feast on the beast, he continued to lose.Bookmark here

More worrying than that, his losses were getting worse, his Ls growing more decisive with each loop. Every time he made it back to the white void, his father beat his ass in increasingly complex ways. One would require a masters degree in theoretical physics to even fully comprehend just how impressive the beatings were becoming.Bookmark here

If child abuse was a professional sport, Voran would be a perennial MVP candidate.Bookmark here

This is why Vorelando screamed like a wounded lion. Yes, he was battered, he was bruised but he was reborn.Bookmark here

“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”Bookmark here

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