Lahat ng Kabanata ng Karma : Kill me or Love me: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

KARMA: Kill Me or Love MeChapter 11: The Heart Behind the FightUnder the menacing barrel of Mirai’s cannon, I felt the weight of my predicament like a boulder crushing my chest. That divine item, gleaming with the power to turn me into ash with one blast, was aimed squarely at my head. Yet, even on the brink of death, my mind couldn’t help but wander: Why is my life like this? I’m just a dark dwarf who wants to roam the forest, maybe grill some boar meat, but here I am, forced to choose between death or… whatever this girl’s cooking up!“Mirai,” I said, my voice trembling slightly but striving for calm, “can we talk about this without you pointing that cannon at me like I’m some kind of villain in your epic quest?”She didn’t respond immediately. Her eyes, once fierce with determination, flickered with hesitation. I noticed the slight shake of her hand on the trigger, and it hit me—she wasn’t entirely sure about this either. Despite her newfound bravado, this was still the same Mira

Chapter 13: The Pact in the ShadowsThe dining table felt like a battlefield, every word a potential grenade ready to detonate. Tiera, her eyes still flickering with dark energy, glared at Mirai as if poised to unleash a fireball at any moment. Mirai, gripping her Sword of Heaven tightly, showed no trace of weakness, her posture radiating the unshakable confidence of a hero. And there I was, Karma, standing between these two formidable women, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding like a drum in a dwarf ritual. Why does my life have to be like this? I thought, forcing a smile even as each passing second brought me closer to doom.“Tiera, Mirai, stop it, calm down!” I shouted, raising my hands as if surrendering in a fight. “We don’t need to turn my place into an arena! We can sort this out with a proper conversation, not swords or magic!” My voice nearly cracked from nerves, but I was determined to prevent a clash that could lead to my demise—or worse, the exposure o

Chapter 15: The Journey to the First General’s PalaceThe morning was quiet in the cabin, save for the soft clatter of gear we prepared for our departure. The air was crisp, and the sunlight filtered gently through the trees, as if warning us of the dangers awaiting. Tiera sat on a rock outside, her wings neatly folded, while Mirai busied herself inspecting her Sword of Heaven, its blade glinting in the dawn’s light. I, Karma, gathered supplies—food, water, and potions—struggling to keep my mind calm despite the anxiety gnawing at me about what lay ahead in the Tower of Doom.“Tiera, are you sure we’re ready for this?” I asked, tucking the last potion into my bag. “This Iron Fang you mentioned… just how strong is it?”Tiera’s eyes met mine, heavy with a grave warning. “Karma, the ten generals of the Tower of Doom are no ordinary foes,” she said, her voice solemn. “Each possesses unique abilities and commands their own army of minions. The first general, Ir

Chapter 17: The Journey to the Palace of the Second GeneralThe morning greeted us with faint rays of sunlight piercing through the thick clouds that shrouded the second floor of the Tower of Doom. The air was chilly, carrying the damp scent of earth and decaying wood, a foreboding sign of the greater dangers awaiting us. The territory of the second general was a vast forest, filled with towering trees that loomed like giants, their branches resembling arms poised to seize us. The ground was carpeted with thick grass, gnarled roots that seemed to lie in wait like traps, and strange flowers emitting an unsettling fragrance that set our nerves on edge. In the distance, the growls, screeches, and rustling of monsters echoed, a constant reminder that every step we took was fraught with peril.Our group—myself, Karma; Tiera; Mirai; and our newest member, Iron Fang, now a woman with the blended features of wolf and human—stood at the forest’s edge, preparing for the long

Chapter 19: The Trek Through the Desert of FireThe heat of the third floor of the Tower of Doom was like the searing caress of a blazing sun, an unrelenting trial that assaulted us even as we ascended the staircase. The air was dry and oppressive, thick with the scent of ash and smoke, foreshadowing the dangers that awaited. The domain of the third general was a vast desert of fire—a landscape of scorching sand, molten rocks, and pillars of flame that erupted unpredictably from the ground. The sky was shrouded in dense clouds of ash, casting a gloomy pall over the scene, yet everything seemed to burn with unrelenting heat. In the distance, the shrieks and growls of creatures forged from fire and ash echoed, a constant reminder that each step was a test of our strength and courage.Our group—myself, Karma; Tiera; Mirai; and Iron Fang—stood at the edge of the desert, our clothes already drenched in sweat despite having just arrived. Tiera led the way, her wings neat