Tmkoc Sex Stories The Ascent of Wrath: The Ticking Bomb
The Ascent of Wrath: The Ticking Bomb
Raina's ascent did not begin with a speech, but with an absolute silence that devoured the city's noise.<
In the official records of the User Association, March 14th is known as the day the "background noise" of the slums simply stopped.
"Such noisy enthusiasm for simple numbers... You really are like a child who gets excited to see they've grown a millimeter, Master."
Psychic energy detection radars, which usually captured thousands of small fluctuations of anger, fear, and despair in the red zones, suddenly showed a black void.
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An area spanning a three-kilometer radius where human emotions had ceased to exist or, rather, had been reclaimed.
"Not at all..."
For the civilian population, "Raina's Fall" was an obscene joke, a story to tell in bars about how the strongest woman in the world had become a broken toy.
"4,000 units is such an insignificant amount that even a flea could get them while sleeping, but I suppose for someone with your... peculiar focus, it is quite an achievement."
But on that day, the joke died in everyone's throat.
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That day, witnesses within the perimeter reported seeing a column of crimson light that did not rise toward the sky, but instead seemed to pierce reality downward.
"Forgive me if my lack of emotion offends you, but someone must maintain their composure while you skip through the field like an unleashed puppy."
But it was those criminals who had boasted about "taming" the incomparable psychic who were the first to experience the change.
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Those victims did not die immediately; instead, emergency service reports described a scene that defied psychiatric logic...
"...I suppose your optimism is the only thing keeping this journey from being utterly tedious."
Hundreds of men, from petty pickpockets to drug kingpins, were found walking in perfect circles, their eyes vacant and a smile branded into their faces.
"Anyway... doesn't this count as being positive...?"
They did not respond to stimuli; they felt no hunger, they felt no pain.
<<........... >>
Their minds had been "emptied" to make room for a single external will.
<<... I'm sorry... I just... I don't know what to say here... But...>>
It was at that moment that public opinion began to shift from contempt to primordial dread.
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"It wasn't just that she was strong again," reads the testimony of a Rank B User patrolling the area. "It was that the air around her felt... heavy. As if gravity itself were apologizing for touching her. You no longer saw a woman; you saw an error in the universe's code that no one knew how to erase."
In view of the situation and lacking sufficient information at the time, the User Association attempted to send a Rank A containment team to investigate what they believed was an internal "dungeon break."
[WARNING: Unknown external threat has linked with....]
However, before they could cross the border into the slums, their personal interfaces flickered with a message that had never been seen before on a standard device.
[S-SYST€M ERROR: 0x000F4]
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€XTERNAL_VӨID_ID: ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
"If you can read this, it's b-because the v-v-void has already l-looked at you..."
[R-R-REBOOTING...]
Faced with such a thing, no one dared to take another step.
"Well, get used to it... Because now..."
Raina, the nymphomaniac, the prostitute, the fallen... had died in that alley.
"That is the only kind of optimism I can give."
In her place, something far more ruthless and methodical was reorganizing the bricks of reality.
<<... Personal note... For my future self... Seriously reconsider the phrase 'be positive'...>>
While the outside world debated whether they should attack or beg, inside that exclusion zone, Raina sat upon a throne made of iron and broken promises, listening to the only voice that kept her tethered to the remnants of her humanity.
"Hey you lot... I haven't had enough yet."
... Which had largely faded away.
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After the incident in the slums, the world had no time to breathe.
"K-Kuhu... Kufufufufu! AHAHAHAHAHA!"
Raina’s ascent was a chain reaction that dismantled the region's political geography in a matter of weeks.
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The paralysis of the User Association was not just physical, but conceptual.
"Capture... Yes, Master. Your desires for territorial expansion are... curiously insatiable. Do you plan to plant a flag with your face in every corner of this agonizing world?"
For the first time in the era of dungeons, a being rose up, declaring war on the entire world, and to everyone's amazement...
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... She was winning.
"Weren't you complaining about wanting to be treated like a full-grown man...?"
Thus, the phenomenon spread like an oil slick.
<<... You have a point... But I told you Sara already exists to call me that!>>
Magic crystal supplies from neighboring cities began to inexplicably divert toward the reclaimed territory.
"Tch..."
According to the one responsible, such an action was not a robbery; instead, it was a reconfiguration of trade routes based on "peaceful mass deterrence."
"Sara this... Sara that... Who the hell is this Sara person..."
By the end of April, the primordial dread had transformed into an economic and military crisis.
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Raina's rank was internally reclassified as SS (Environmental Disaster), although the system continued to throw read errors every time a satellite attempted to focus on her location.
"I see... If I kill her... Or something happens to her... I can take her place... right?"
But what no one on the outside understood was that the Rank A Users who disappeared in the zone had not died.
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Instead, they had been broken to such a degree that they voluntarily became the first line of defense for what was starting to be called "The Veil of Wrath."
"It’s just a what-if."
Those men had been transformed into elite warriors who now served as mere pawns of a will they didn't even understand, after being consumed by a boundless, constantly expanding fury.
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Civil society watched in horror as the news no longer spoke of a fallen prostitute, but of a silent sovereign.
"... Haaah."
The same media outlets that once insulted her now censored her name, fearing that the mere mention of "Raina" would attract her psychic attention.
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But as Raina's strength and power advanced, she herself suffered more and more from psychic corruption, constantly feeling the collective rage of every conscious living being.
"I sigh because your joy is irritatingly contagious, Master. But very well... let's open your toy box. Let's see what new curse you've decided to add to my collection today."
Nevertheless, despite that, she maintained her sense of self by anchoring and depending on the very system she used to—or rather, still—hated, as it was her only form of connection with the "player" entity that had become her anchor.
[ENTITY STATUS: ANOMALY EX] Name: Raina
Occupation: [First Demonic Lord of Wrath]
Level: 457 (TRANSCENDENTAL)
HP: 9,850,200 / 9,850,200
PP (Psychic Potential): ████████ (FURY OVERLOAD)
STR: 145,902
DEX: 138,400
VIT: 112,603
AGI: 98,603
MND: 550,307
INT: 128,729
LUK: 76,548 (STATIC - PLAYER'S BLESSING)
Nonetheless, as she continued to gain more power, she became increasingly unstable and dependent...
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... She hid how she was burning up inside and how that infinite rage only calmed down during the course of their conversations.
"Level 457? Master... I feel we can go even further."
Therefore, she continued acting as if everything were fine; by releasing those seething emotions onto others while fighting, she hoped to maintain control.
<<... If that's what you want... But after that... How about we just talk...?>>
The civilian population of nearby cities began to report a phenomenon of "unbearable atmospheric pressure," while Raina's mere presence warped the reality of a world that was now too small for her.
[PASSIVE SKILL: SIN EVOLUTION] Skill: [Primordial Wrath Domain - Rank EX]
Effect: Replaces energy consumption with the absorption of environmental hatred.
Nullifies any mental resistance of a rank lower than SSS.
Converts damage received into a psychic damage multiplier (x 5000).
But even her endurance had a limit.
"...Cut, separate, detach. First the nails, one by one, so they cannot cling to what is mine. Then the tendons, yes, the threads that allow you to flee. Clean cut, midsection, deep incision."
Finally, she had reached the point where her mind was crumbling without the presence of her "anchor," suffering from withdrawal and thinking purely of ways to bring suffering to every being in creation...
"Extract the tongue so your silence is for me alone. Crush the phalanges, break the radius, splinter the ulna... crunch, crunch, crunch. A hammer for the knees, a scalpel for the eyelids, so you can never stop looking at me. Empty, drain, cauterize... no, better to let it bleed, to paint the floor a red as vivid as my love."
... She had broken; nevertheless...
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There was still something that kept her "sane" and reaffirmed that she was still herself.
"You're late, Master... What should we do today?"
Because of this, she immediately regained her composure and, with an elegant smile, received her "player" with a calm that belied her previous state, in which she hid the "remnants" of her usual venting with a single thought.
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She had become a bomb that appeared to be deactivated when, in reality...
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... The fuse had already been lit.