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2. -Pain-

    *pitter* *patter*


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    -Humidity detected to be at 95.63%-


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    -Host may experience some particular difficulty in breathing-


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    *Wheeze*


    Trouble in breathing seemed to be an understatement in the eyes of Isla.


    “No shit!”


    As Isla looked around he was greeted with a collage dark greens and browns, he didn’t recognise a single plant that entered his field of vision.


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    -Death 2 analysis complete-


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    The AI reported.


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    -Decapitation by [Orc]-


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    -Death duration… 1.2 seconds-


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    “Great! Thanks… for the… especially useful… information… in this… situation… AI.”


    It’s was getting extremely hard for Isla to speak while staying conscious.


    *HISSSSS*


    “Ahh… Fuck… me…”


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    -Host has been bitten by a snake-like creature-


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    “AAAAAAGH!!!”


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    -Determined to be highly poisonous-


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    “MY LEEEG”


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    -Poison Analysed-


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    Isla passed out, oxygen was not reaching his brain fast enough to cater for his screams and thrashing.


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    -Poison: Extremely Lethal-


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    -Approximate time till death: 56 seconds-


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    There was no response from Isla.


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    -No help can be given to host-


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    -Beginning analysis of surroundings-


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    ...


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    -Death counter: 3-


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    -You have died-


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    -Life length 2 minutes and 56 seconds-


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    -New passive acquired: rank 1 poison resistance-


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    “At least these deaths technically make stronger, even if by a bit…”


    *sigh*


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    -Beginning resurrection sequence-


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    “I guess I can’t get lower than three minutes… Bring it on universe!”


    There was now some old confidence in Isla’s voice.


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    -Rank 1 poison resistance added to permanent defensive passive list-


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    -Resurrection sequence initiating in 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5…-


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    “Bring… It … ON!”


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    -1…-


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    *SILENCE*


    *BADABOOM*


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    -Welcome back to the world of the living… Isla McCall-


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    ...


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    -Death counter: 4-


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    -You have died-


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    -Life length 0.2 seconds-


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    -New passive acquired: rank 1 disintegration resistance-


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    -Rank 1 disintegration resistance added to permanent defensive passive list-Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


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    *SILENCE*


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    -Resurrection sequence initiating in 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5…-


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    -3… 2… 1…-


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    *BADABOOM*


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    -Welcome back to the world of the living… Isla McCall-


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    Isla opened his eyes and instantly started to struggle.


    He was suspended in a body of water and so couldn’t say anything.


    *mmmm*


    ‘AI’


    He tried to communicate with the AI through thought.


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    -Host surrounded by water-


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    ''Fuck you''


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    -Time until oxygen in body reaches critical point: 2 minutes 34 seconds-


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    ‘Shit’


    Isla’s thoughts were whirring as he vision started to go black.


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    -Time until oxygen in body reaches critical point: 1 minute 7 seconds-


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    The AI communicated.


    As he started to black out, out of nowhere he saw a glimpse of light.


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    -Time until oxygen in body reaches critical point: 21 seconds-


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    He had too little oxygen to keep up his vision.


    Darkness.


    *cough* *cough*


    Isla threw up.


    *BLECH*


    Not daring to say a word as he opened his eyes, he thought to the AI.


    ‘AI where am I’


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    -Analysing situation-


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    After around 10 seconds of silence the AI’s voice sounded in his mind.


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    -Situation analysed-


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    -Currently residing inside huge fishlike creature-


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    *BLECH*


    Isla realized why he had thrown up in the first place, the stomach of the creature that he was currently in smelt like a poor village fish market on a hot summer day.


    ‘AI how can I breathe here?’


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    -Surroundings analysed-


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    -The inside of this fish has an environment with enough oxygen for human survival-


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    -Usually would be used to suffocate bigger swallowed fish to help with digestion-


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    “DIGESTION?!”


    Isla yelled.


    “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”


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    -Analysing digestion fluids-


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    -Estimated death upon engulfment: 13.6 seconds-


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    Isla fell onto his knees and then face planted the flesh that he had been standing on.


    He had given himself up to his fate.


    And he knew that he was about to go through unimaginable pain.


    All of his previous deaths had been quick and comparably painless to what was about to happen.


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    Minutes ticked by, but still the digestive fluid didn’t come.


    Isla started to shake and laugh maniacally, he was completely broken.


    But then the AI said.


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    -Fish creatures digestive cycle analysed-


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    -Time until host gets flooded by digestive juices: 1 hour 23 minutes 36 seconds-


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    Minutes ticked by as he sat there shivering,


    *PLIP* *PLIP*


    Some leftover digestive residue was dripping off of the creatures stomach ceiling.


    A seemingly insane thought flashed through Isla’s mind.


    To see if he could gain some resistance to the liquid by placing his body underneath the drip.


    *PLIP* *PLIP**PLIP* *SSSSS*


    “AAAAARGH!!”


    Isla’s screams riveted through the fish monsters insides.


    “FU-FUUUUCK!!!”


    *ssss*


    Although quieter his skin continued to sizzle under the effect of the stomach acid, the pain not letting up.


    Yet after the initial scream he decided to silently endure.


    *Mmmmmm*


    His arm continued to spasm as the pain faded.


    To Isla the process seemed to take a lifetime.


    *PLIP* *PLIP*


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    -Time until host gets flooded by digestive juices:  59 minutes 46 seconds-


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    The pain had finally, mostly subsided, a disgustingly festering wound the size of a plate was burnt into Isla’s left arm.


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    -New passive acquired: rank 1 acid resistance-


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    -New passive acquired: rank 1 pain resistance-


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    The AI pinged.


    “Oh come on. AI?”


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    -Yes Host-


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    “Is this the only way to get passives in my current situation?”


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    -Yes Host-


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    -No new methods found-


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    *SSSSS*


    “AAAAARGH!!”


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    -Time until host gets flooded by digestive juices:  8 minutes 16 seconds-


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    -Passive upgraded: rank 5 acid resistance-


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    -Passive upgraded: rank 5 pain resistance-


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    Isla hadn’t let up on this sick ‘training’, his arms looked like a peperoni pizza drawn by a five year old. Not a single peperoni the same size.


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    -Analysis of Host’s body complete-


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    -Estimated death upon engulfment: 23.7 seconds-


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    Isla didn’t know whether to be happy with this achievement, or to be completely horrified. He would have to endure nearly half a minute of constant mind bending pain, and this time not just on his arms, but on his entire body.


    …


    *SSSSS*


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    -Time until host gets flooded by digestive juices:  0 minutes 14 seconds-


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    -Passive upgraded: rank 7 acid resistance-


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    -Passive upgraded: rank 7 pain resistance-


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    No sounds escaped Isla’s lips the only thing left on his face was cold determination.


    He let out a long sigh in preparation.


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    -Estimated death upon engulfment: 23.7 seconds-


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    -Time until host gets flooded by digestive juices:  2 seconds-


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    …
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