All Chapters of Eternal Malediction: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 12: I’m Hungry

The four of them are walking down a busy street, the sky painted in the soft orange hues of late afternoon.They walked in a loose line, the streets humming with after-school chatter and the scent of grilled meat from a nearby stand. A fluttering poster on a nearby brick wall catches their eyes; the bold letters read the following:“Tournament of Richt, Regionals starting this weekend!"Location: Westvale Arena – just 2 stops away from here.Roy smirks and nudges Tanaka with his elbow. Roy says, “Oh shit, it looks like the tournament is being held around Westvale this year.” “You know… you could enter. Be the underdog with a mysterious aura, and become an aura farmer like you are a real crowd pleaser.”Tanaka gave him a sidelong glance, unimpressed. “There is no point in entering it.” “No confidence, eh?" “No, I just don’t have an interest.” He adjusted his coat. “I don’t want to join the Celestial Watch, not even a little. That’s what this whole tournament feeds into, right? Fut

Chapter 13: Just who is this woman?

That’s when Kieran noticed it. He squinted, leaned slightly across the table, and frowned. “Wait a minute… That’s not our school uniform.”Annie blinked mid-bite. “What?”Roy, Tanaka and Brock all instinctively thought of the same thing. “Is this guy stupid? We go to an all-boys school, and he says that’s not our uniform? Not shit, Sherlock.” He pointed at the dark blazer she’d hung on the back of the seat. “Your crest. That’s from the all-girls school down on the road, right?” Tanaka chokes on his soda. “The High? The all-girls school from down the road?”Annie tilted her head, suspicious. “...Yes…” Brock raised an eyebrow. “I thought that place was basically a fortress. No boys. No visitors. No joy. Just a factory producing high-class girls.” Tanaka, completely ignoring Brock, leaned in like he was uncovering treasure. “So do you have any cute friends?” “Wow,” Roy muttered; he was stunned. “You didn’t even pretend to ease into that question at all, did you?”Kieran tried to so

Chapter 14: Terms and Conditions May Apply

It had been two weeks since the Fry Shack incident. That was Tanaka’s name for it, which, to Roy’s dismay, had somehow caught on.Somehow, despite the chaos, they’d all started to feel tethered.That made what came next sting a little more. “Will the following students report to the headmaster’s office immediately: Roy Shyam, Daniel Hudson, Kevin Morgan, Bicky Backy, Crush Hush, Kieran Nazaroff, Boat Choc and Tanaka Ewu.”The announcement echoed through the halls during the classroom; every head in the room turned. Roy, in astrology, looked up from his notebook. Kieran, in economics, closed his notebook and got up. Tanaka in his class blinked like he’d been yanked out of his daydream.They all met in the hallway that connects to the headteacher's office. Roy muttered, “I didn’t do anything.” Kieran raised a brow. “Neither did I.” Tanaka sighed. “Then why did we get called then? But why are other people we don’t talk to getting called then?”They did not know the answer, so they w

Chapter 15: The Drunk Men

In the quiet corner of the Nova in Veil hideout, the fire cracked low, casting soft shadows that danced across the stone walls. The room was modest with a plain wooden table, a few scattered cushions, and a blanket folded neatly in the corner. The air smelt of stew and burning wood.Ilya sat by the hearth, ladling soup into two ceramic white bowls. She moved with careful purpose; every action was gentle and unrushed. Across the room, two children huddle together. It was the little boy and girl; he looked around nine and the girl looked around 7-8. The girl clung to a frayed cloth rabbit, its ear half torn from wear. The boy, thin and sharp-eyed, kept his body in front of hers, protective and wary. “I didn’t season it much,” Ilya said quietly, placing the bowls near the fire. “But it’s warm, and there’s bread if your stomach isn’t too shy.”She didn’t press them to come closer. Instead, she sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, opposite them, just leaving enough space between. Not to

Chapter 16: Children’s Minds

The fire crackled softly, and the girl nibbled on the last bit of her bread crust. Beside her, the boy sat still and quiet, his arms wrapped loosely around his knees. His eyes flicked to Roy now and then, uncertain. The girl tugged gently at the boy’s sleeve. “I’m still hungry…” she whispered.The boy blinked, then glanced at her. Her cheeks are faintly hollow, her eyes wide but tired. Without a word, he picked up his half-eaten bread and handed it to her. His hands were small, but the motion was practised and was done without any hesitation. The girl frowned. “But…” “Just eat," he said, voice low but not harsh.She hesitated, then obeyed. He turned his face away and folded his arms again, jaw clenched against the quiet rumble in his own stomach.Roy, still seated at the table with his head resting on his left arm, cracked open an eye. He’d caught the exchange and the little rumble from the boy. “Are you still hungry?” he said, his voice rough from fatigue but steady. The boy tur

Chapter 17: Um, What Am I Doing?

Roy woke up to pain.Not the gut-wrenching, soul-crushing pain of death or despair.Just an old-fashioned headache, a hangover, a throb right between his eyes as if someone had stuffed a live hornet in his skull. “Ugh…” He groaned, lifting a hand to rub in between his temples.The pounding subsided almost instantly. That was new, as he didn’t heal himself; it was almost as if it occurred automatically. He blinked a few times, groggy, then slowly sat up from the old sofa he’d collapsed onto the night before. The base was quiet, too quiet.He glanced around. It was empty.No people arguing over something. No Mella clinging to her bunny. No Kieran drooling on the spare bed. Not even the distant clatter of Ilya doing chores with military efficiency.He ran a hand through his tangled hair. “Huh,” he muttered. ”Where did everyone go? I guess I got abandoned.”He didn’t blame them. Being cooped up underground in Nova’s base was like being trapped in a concrete shoebox. Even the most discip

Chapter 18: I Feel Like Eating Ice Cream

A bright blue canopy on the corner of the square, with a small queue, the kind that shimmered like a summer sky. Underneath it, a stand.An ice cream stand.Roy stopped walking; he stared at it, thinking.The thing is Roy has always had a sweet tooth, but he hadn’t thought of it; he hadn’t craved it.“... Ice cream?”But now that he saw it… now that the image had wormed its way into his brain… He needed it. He didn’t know why. He just felt it, a strange surge of childish urgency. Maybe it was the heat that day, or the crowd, or just the fact that he hadn’t done something pointlessly self-indulgent in a while.Whatever the reason, he made his way towards the stands.Vanilla. Strawberry. Citrus. Something vaguely blue and probably artificial. He was reaching for his wallet when it happened.Someone brushed past him. Light contact, shoulder to shoulder, but it spun him slightly, just enough to throw him off balance.He turned with a half-apology already forming in his mouth.But then

Chapter 19: My Fault, Man

He finished the ice cream cone. It was nice.The town centre had grown louder.Crowds surged like waves, full of tourists, merchants, and the usual scatter of kids playing together. The festival banners hung for the tournament. People really do take this seriously, huh? The air was thick with spice, chatter and a faint hint of roasted peanuts.Roy got up from the bench and navigated through the crowd of people like a ghost, weaving between people with his shopping bags tucked under both arms, vegetable bags in one and spices, snacks and sauces in the other.He was halfway to the station when it happened.Even though the ice cream was long gone, the sticky residue was still faintly on his fingers.He was halfway to the station when it happened.A shoulder. A crash. The world was tilting; actually, it was Roy tilting.THUD.A bag burst open on the cobbled path, and the sound of bouncing carrots and tumbling onions echoed louder than it should have.People stared as it happened but just

Chapter 20: I Want To Go Home

Roy sipped from his cup and made a face. “Why do these people always do Mango dirty, and why is it kind of sour?” “Sour? This is the nectar of the gods.” Liam raised his own cup and had a sip. “Goddamn, this is sour.” Roy narrowed his eyes at the drink like it had insulted the fruit he liked most. “No, this is how they get you. First, it's kind of sour, but it leaves you with a sweet aftertaste, making you want to drink more. Next thing you know, you’ve bought three bottles and are crying in the shower.”Liam snorted. “Damn, bro, that’s deep.”“Exactly,” Roy muttered, taking another reluctant sip. “It’s always the simple things that kill you.”The two of them sat on the edge of a fountain in the market square, the sky melting into a soft golden hue. The evening crowd thinned around them as vendors started packing up, though laughter and the distant hum of street musicians still lingered in the air like smoke.Roy glanced down at the half-empty grocery bag by his feet and sighed. “Do

Chapter 21: Meanwhile, the boys

The clatter of steel filled the air; it wasn’t wild or chaotic but rhythmic, like a pulse—steady, relentless, and almost meditative. Each strike echoed through the training hall, bouncing off the concrete walls and settling into the cold floor like a heartbeat refusing to slow.Kieran moved like a machine: calculated, fast, efficient. Every motion was stripped of excess, reduced to pure function. His eyes stayed locked on his opponent, unblinking, unyielding. Across from him, Tanaka stood his ground, his breathing steady despite the sweat gathering at his jawline. His grip tightened around the wooden sword, knuckles pale, but his stance remained firm. They had been going back and forth for nearly half an hour, neither speaking, both locked into that rare kind of silent understanding that came only from shared frustration and the need to hit something that wouldn’t break.Another clash—sharp, decisive. Kieran twisted his blade with a precision that bordered on unnatural, forcing Tanaka

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