Chapter 367: Bonus Chapter 35: A Day or Two with my Stalker: Eerkal-la

Well, it wasn’t exactly odd for those Amazons to start developing this kind of unhealthy, intense love for me.

It happened more often than I liked to admit.

But most of the time, Heka and the rest of the gang stepped in early and handled things quietly before any of it could spiral into something truly weird or dangerous.

Believe it or not, I had somehow built up a massive fan base right there inside Verdant Spire.

Some women whisper... crazy about me in the halls. Some of them left little gifts outside my door, or watched me from a distance with hungry eyes.

Also, after I visited the seven great kingdoms, that popularity had blossomed even more overseas.

In fact, there were real terrorists and hardened criminals out there who acted like my devoted sycophants now, spreading wild stories about me and treating me like some kind of living legend.

Yeah, I had gotten that popular throughout the past months, whether I wanted it or not.

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I soon left Verdant Spire entirely behind me, stepping out into the open wilds.

Tall, knee-high brown grasses brushed against my legs with every step, swaying gently around me as I walked at a steady pace.

I wanted to see exactly how far this stalker was willing to tail me before they finally gave up.

But... they were actually way crazier than I had first thought.

We had been walking for more than a full day now.

The sun had set completely, the stars came out and faded again, and now it was sunset on the second day, painting the sky in deep oranges, reds, and purples.

Yet she was still right there creeping behind me, never once falling far behind.

We finally reached the beach, the same wide stretch of pale sand where I had nearly ended the entire world once before, with that reckless sky-tearing blast.

The large sea stretched out endlessly in front of us, its waves rolling in with a steady, rhythmic crash against the shore, sending salty spray into the air.

From the way the girl behind me shifted her weight and looked around with wide, confused eyes, I could tell she had no idea this beach even existed out here.

Most Amazons didn’t.

They had lived so closed-up and isolated for so long that places like this felt like distant legends told around campfires.

Okay, I really wanted to get on with my actual errand now.

I needed her to drop this game and leave already so I could focus.

"..."

She stayed completely silent, standing just a few feet behind me, using the bushes and scattered rocks along the edge of the beach to camouflage herself perfectly.

She concealed her entire existence so well that even the wind seemed to bend around her.

Genuises with skills like that should be working with Deva or Lotus on important jobs, not stalking people like some obsessed creep for literal days on end.

Sigh.

I guess I could take one unexpected visitor along to the underworld.

Nekrā shouldn’t get too pissed about it, right...?

Right?

After watching the clear blue waters lap gently at the shore for a short while longer, feeling the cool salty breeze brush across my face and through my hair, the environment around us began to shift seamlessly.

The world started bleeding and twisting in a smooth, almost dreamlike transition until the beach completely faded away.

We were immediately standing in a vast wasteland of barren, cracked earth under a blazing, merciless sun.

Scorching heat radiated up from the ground in visible waves, and the air itself carried the heavy, suffocating weight of death and decay all around us.

Whispering Wilds sat on a continent called "Wild," positioned somewhere along the equator of Elyndor.

But the place I had just teleported us both to was Eerkal-la.

It was completely uninhabitable for living things, or for any beings that were still biologically and magically alive.

The very ground sucked the life force right out of you slowly if you stayed too long, draining everything until nothing remained. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

I had way too much life force for it to affect me noticeably, but I quickly wrapped my stalker in a protective layer of [Imaginary Barrier].

The invisible shield shimmered faintly around her smaller frame, keeping the deadly environment from pulling her under and killing her on the spot.

"Eh?! Wh-what is going on?!" she shrieked suddenly, her voice cracking sharply with panic as her eyes darted all around the flat, hot, lifeless zone in total confusion.

Her perfect camouflage finally dropped as she stumbled forward a step, no longer able to maintain it under the shock of the sudden change.

The hot wind whipped her hair around wildly.

"Good evening, Shelly," I said calmly, stepping right up to her and grabbing her shoulders firmly with both hands.

I locked eyes with the much shorter lady, tilting my head down to meet her gaze properly.

I’ve always liked folks who are shorter than me — it gives this nice, protective feeling that stirs something deep inside.

I swear, it’s not because I’m not so tall, myself!

I continued: "You kept following me for hours and hours without stopping, so I figured I may as well take you along on my trip. No point hiding anymore after walking together for over a full day, right?"

Shelly was one of the royal palace attendants.

Her dark skin glowed under the harsh sunlight of the wasteland, and she was as short as a middle schooler, making her look almost delicate next to my taller frame.

But her breasts... yikes.

They were massive, heavy, and round, easily competing with Martha’s legendary meat sacks in both size and perfect shape.

They strained noticeably against the thin fabric of her top, jiggling slightly with every panicked breath she took.

She had medium-length dark hair with striking inner purple streaks that caught the red sunlight beautifully, and her deep violet eyes were wide with shock and embarrassment as she stared up at me.

Her body was covered in quite a lot of piercings and tattoos, unlike a regular Amazon — silver rings decorated her ears, a small stud sat on her nose, and intricate dark green ink patterns swirled across her collarbone and down her arms and legs, giving her this rebellious, sensual edge.

She had the countenance of those popular high school girls that loved to party hard — confident curves, full lips, and an aura that screamed hidden wildness.

Yet right now she was acting very cute in her nervousness, and in real life she came across as shy and timid around most people.