[VRMMO] Dead One

Chapter 812: Chapter 813 – Conclusion of the story – Murder.

"So, this happened." – said GreyHunt as he observed the people were running away in panic... Running through the mist... Only to then reach a wall.

"Shit! This way!" – said the panicking man as he tried to run away alongside the woman.... Only to then stop, as he could see somebody walking out of the mist.... A man... Or maybe a woman?

It couldn’t be said.... They were... "Something".... And they were not alone, as more and more these scar covered beings began walking out.

"Deformed and covered in all sort of scars." – said GreyHunt as he observed these weird people just rip apart people in inhuman manner... Before then just tearing off bits of their flesh and adding them to themselves.

"She may had created something far cruel that she had planned."

"A curses that made the victims forget who they were."

"Their identity."

"Their race."

"Their gender."

"Everything."

"And this lack of ’identity’ had brough forth madness in its purest form."

"These ’identityless" longed for their own identity.... And with that mad divinity bloodlust in the mix, their minds warped beyond any recognition... Straight up removing their entire humanity.... And leaving one thing."

"Obsession."

"They hunted other people to stole their identity."

"They wanted to become somebody."

"But at the same time, they wanted to be ’them’. They didn’t wanted to share their identity with others."

"So, they murdered and murdered."

"Stolen and murdered."

"Thieves and murders."

"Obviously people ran.... But that was a problem."

"Those who survived long enough.... Were found by the bloodlust of the Jack The Ripper, which resulted in her name being branded onto their very souls.... Which in turn would turn them identityless."

"And the mist.... It will make you lost."

"The entire sea around the Britain has been corrupted, turning it into the endless rain that would in turn give birth to the endless mist."

"A cage, where survival is a crime that will reward you with becoming a new monster."

"..."

"And Jack The Ripper, is the forgotten being."

"But at the same time, don’t."

"She became the Britain itself."

"She is the curse that devoured and assimilated."

"Everybody inside of the Britain will be turned into the Jack The Ripper."

"Nobody is.... But at the same time, they are."

"Is that correct?" – asked GreyHunt, as he turned around, looking directly into the eyes of the Forgotten Murder who was just standing there.

"...."

(The space has returned to that mist.) – thought GreyHunt the space without warning or any form of delay instantly returned back to its misty form.

"That dungeon.... It was memory, wasn’t it?"

"Or more exactly, the refection of you."

"The Old London." – said GreyHunt as he walked up to the Forgotten Murder, straight up stopping getting right in front of it.

"And the reason why the orphanage, your true home, was like this.... Was because you blamed yourself."

"..."

"And the one that I’m talking to isn’t Jack or the Red Woman."

"I’m talking to Lucy, aren’t I?"

"Or more exactly... What remained human of her."

"..."

"..."

"Yes." – said the Forgotten Murder in English.... But something was weird.... GreyHunt perfectly understood her worlds, not because he understood the English.... No.... He understood these words meanings without even needing to hear them... Which instantly put the man on high alert, as he knew that it was not the game’s doing.

"...So, you can speak." – said GreyHunt.

"Why didn’t you said anything before?"

"..."

"Bloodlust..." – said Forgotten Murder as she looked at GreyHunt with her greenish gemlike eyes, instead of the pitch red eyes of Jack.

"You have guessed it right."

"I’m Lucy."

"Just... Lucy.... A human."

"But... As you can see... I’m this...."

"I’m not her.... I’m just her humanity that she had lost."

"But the corruption of the bloodlust... Even warped me into her image.... Into the image of Jack The Ripper."

"...But what exactly are YOU?" – asked GreyHunt.

"Jack turned into more than liquid blood.... A curse and the mist. The two damnations."

"So.... I want answer."

"What are you?"

"I was.... I was always there." – said Forgotten Murder.

"I was always part of her.... Her ’humanity’."

"Simple put? I was just part of her."

"...But... That bloodlust... The moment she snapped back then when refugees were killed.... Her soul straight up shattered."

"The bloodlust straight up kicked me out of her, just... Cutting me off."

"I was just... Well? No longer part of her, while also being part of her."

"...However, that divinity.... It... Hit me."

"The divinity that flew through her veins, even before acquiring the hand.... It just shook me... Awoke me."

"In much more simpler put terms.... Well.... It is still complicated, but I think I got it."

"Simple put, the moment when she stopped being complete human and embraced the Red side of her, the bloodlust shattered her soul while at the same time mutating it, which also affected the detached piece like me to straight up awoken."

"And that was how I came to be."

"Her ’humanity’."

"You can call me her split personally."

"The Lucy."

"But.... Well, as you saw.... She became monster the moment I was split away from her and became something else."

"I tried speaking to her. I tried stopping her.... But my presence was straight up barely noticeable, to the point I could be categorized as nothing more than a thought."

"Still, even though I was nothing more than her thought, I tried speaking to her, trying her to stop..."

"But it was not working.... But still... I was not going to let her die a monster death... I didn’t wanted her to die this way."

"And the moment she acquired that arm.... Well... It was going to devour her."

"But I was still there, her humanity.... And I was able to stop the corrosion from devouring her... Which in turn caused her to obtain that hand, making it hers."

"..."

"Afterwords.... Well.... You know the rest of the story."

"The attack on the New London."

"...And then arrival of the Red Dragon."

"..."

"And that is when I sinned."

"?"

"What do you mean?" – asked GreyHunt.

"..."

"I.... I was the reason why Jack tried saving him."

"Her humanity told her to try and save him."

"And this time.... She listened."

"She heard my voice."

"And.... Because she noticed me.... I ended up giving the Red Dragon time to explode."

"I was the reason, why the Red Dragon detonated."

"It wasn’t Jack’s fault.... It was mine.... All because I wanted her to stay human."

"...."

"I just gave up.... Her ’humanity’ given up then.... Because it was my fault."

"And the moment I was truly gone.... Well? She unleashed the two damnation."

"I wasn’t even going to try and stop her... Since I was the one who dealt the finishing blow."

"And then.... She just died."

"... But I was still there."

"She killed Jack, but not Lucy."

"And the moment her bloodlust was transformed into a curse that would turn into identityless... I was also sent out."

"It wasn’t really because I wished for it, but because of the damnation power."

"Even though I was just a split personally, I did ended up soaking in somewhat in that divine power.... And there was more."

"The hand of the Red Man and that nameless sword...."

"That sword, it was part of her."

"And that hand? Well, it was straight up completely drained from any traces of the Red Man, straight up turning it dry as the finally damnation was created."

"But, something else was made.... Her own blood became the new hand."

"The hand of the Red Woman."

"Me. Her shattered fragment of her soul."

"The blade that contains her divine power."

"And her hand, that represents the name Jack The Ripper."

"The blood of many."

"The blood of nameless."

"I was drawn to it as it was drawn to me.... And over time.... The Lucy was reborn while having these two damned fucking weapons with me."

"However, at the same time, I wasn’t Lucy nor Jack.... No... I was far something beneath them."

"I’m one of those identityless beings that you had called them."

"But I was true identityless."

"I was born from the nameless blood of masses."

"I was the nobody that was never anybody.... I was just a thought, not even a real person to begin with."

"I have her humanity.... But that was it."

"I was just a picture frame without any picture."

"A true nobody."

"And.... I was partially human as well... And that was enough for the mad bloodlust to corrupt me.... And turn me into that thing you had fought... A mindless murder."

"I wasn’t Jack, so there was no way for me to resist me."

"It devoured me.... And then straight up turned me into nothing more than a false information of Jack.

"Even when you entered this false prison, I was nothing more than one of the victims of that bloodlust."

"?"

"Wait, hold up. What do mean by false prison?" – asked GreyHunt.

"..."

"I don’t know."- said the Forgotten Murder.

"For years.... I wondered around.... The land covered with murder and mist."

"I was conscious, even though I was also corrupted by the bloodlust."

"I did everything in my strength to preserve my humanity... The ’me’ that I had...."

"But then.... It was gone."

"It all happened suddenly.... But... Memories straight up poured out of me.... And in the next moment, this place was created."

"This place that you had ventured into.... It wasn’t Britain."

"No.... This mist is nothing more than memory."

"It isn’t the mist that devoured the London."

"Nor the curse that was left behind by that murder was here."

"This entire space that we were in before.... Its wall... Fake.... But at the same time real."

"Memories...."

"I’m partially being of memory myself.... And I can tell you this."

"This place is overflowing with memories.... The story.... The reality.... All turned into memories."

"And those memories in turn gave birth to this place."

"This false city."

"And this false mist."

"This isn’t London or a Britain.... It is just a false imitation made out of memories."

"I’m not even sure what is this thing in the first place."

"What happened to the real London? Was it complete converted into memories?"

"But who did that?"

"And how did this place came to be."

"..."

"One thing I can say for sure, is that I’m a fake.... Well, I’m a fake, but I’m not a fake of my fake self... You get what I mean."

"What about these monsters that were in the city? These doublegangers?" – asked GreyHunt.

"They were memories."

"But... They were... Different."

"They were real while being fake at the same time.... But at the same time... They were... Different in a way compare to me."

"As if they were made to protect this place."

"...Could you elaborate?" – asked GreyHunt.

"....No... Because I don’t know myself."

"Honestly speaking, the only reason why we can even speak is because you had killed me and freed me from that corrupted body."

"My humanity was straight up freed."

"What you are speaking to is nothing more than my own soul."

"..."

"However... Something snapped."

"A lock of some kind."

"The moment that you had killed me.... Something was set loose."

"But.... I don’t see nor fell any chances to this realm of memories."

"Outside? It is straight up dead."

"That realm of memory stopped working... But it was still there, as are also memories."

"....I see." – said GreyHunt.

(FUCK ME IN MY MOTHERFUCKING ASS!) – shouted GreyHunt.

(SO THAT IS WHAT IS GOING ON?!)

(THAT IS THE REAON WHY "BENEFACTOR" WANTED THIS PLACE!?)

(I’m not talking about the history!)

(I’M TALKING ABOUT HER! LUCY!)

(SHE CAN SPEAK!)

(SHE IS STRAIGHT UP EXPLAINING WAY TOO MUCH IMPORTNANT STUFF LIKE THIS?!)

(Holy fucking shit....That is straight up way too much information.) – thought GreyHunt as he couldn’t stay focused, as his mind was being filled with countless questions.... And worries.

Especially "fear" was straight up ringing nonstop in the man’s head.

"..."

"I have a question." – said GreyHunt as he somewhat caught his breath while trying to calm down.

"When I entered this place.... I felt something."

"A noise.... A voice that were trying to take me over."

"However from what I saw and deduced... I was the only being affected by it."

"Why?"

"..."

"Because you murdered somebody real." – said Forgotten Murder.

"You have the real blood on your hands."