[B1] Chapter 30: Lilith’s New Nightmare: Tomato Apocalypse
Theo stood in his room with a puzzled expression on his face, sending telepathic message to the desperate girl, "What's going on, Demoness?"
With a hint of exasperation and panic in her voice, she retorted, "This is all your doing, not mine! Now, hurry and open a portal so I can escape! At this rate, I'll be the laughingstock of the world's history, doomed to be remembered as the poor warrior defeated by... tomatoes!" Her voice carried a tone of absurdity that would have been humorous under different circumstances, highlighting the ridiculousness of the embarrassing situation.
Theo thought It was somewhat ironic that Lilith, who once claimed she could annihilate anyone with a mere flick of her fingers when at full power in this human realm, was now reduced to running from a horde of demonic tomatoes.
Theo maintained his composure, directing her with a steady voice. "Try to get back to the place where I opened the portal earlier. I'll reopen it for you there." His words carried a tone of concern even though it was calm amidst the tomato storm raging on the other side.
A quick, mental reply sounded in his head, Lilith's voice tinged with a frustration, "Okay, but give me a moment."
He could envision her, leading that chaotic parade of demonic, bouncing tomatoes to the designated spot.
Moments later, her voice rang out in his mind, urgency steeping each word, signaling him to open the portal. Without hesitation, Theo cast the portal, and out bolted Lilith, as if the hounds of hell – or in this case, the tomatoes of doom – were at her heels.
Just as quickly as she emerged, Theo unsummoned the portal, cutting off the tomato onslaught. He then looked over to see Lilith, breathless and exhausted.
She managed a few steps before her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto his bed, result of a battle well fought.
Her cheeks were flushed and her wild cheerful aura was nowhere to be seen; replaced by a vulnerable figure, gasping for breath, the lively character deflated and devoid of her usual fiery energy.
It was a rare sight, a Lilith devoid of her stubborn pride, showing just how dire their tomato problem had become. It was clear; they had a serious tomato crisis on their hands.
Still catching her breath, Lilith managed to gasp out, "This is insane..." She looked nothing like her usual composed self, her lively energy clearly drained from the frantic escapade.
While observing Lilith, Theo also became aware of the notifications hovering at the corner of his eyes. He hadn't noticed them due to his sleep, missing the typical chime that usually alerted him.
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[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Alert: Delay in harvesting may induce demonic properties!]
[Warning: Prolonged delay might cause the Nightshade Tomatoes to develop unpredictable characteristics. Harvest now!]
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.
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[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Alert: Delay in harvesting has induced demonic properties!]
[Warning: Due to prolonged delay, the Nightshade Tomatoes have developed mischievous behaviors. They are now capable of mobilizing and may show signs of aggression. Harvest with extreme care!]
[Critical Warning: Extended neglect of Nightshade Tomatoes has caused them to form swarms and display predatory behavior. They may now actively hunt in packs. Harvest with utmost caution!]
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Theo, staring at the barrage of notifications, murmured with exasperation, "Great... I've got gangster tomatoes," He sighed, still processing the reality that his edible crops had turned into mini tormentors.
This was way more bizarre than he could've ever imagined for his demonic farm. He let out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to comprehend the level of absurdity he was facing.
He felt the guilt gripping his heart, realizing it was his negligence that put Lilith's life in danger. Her current state of panic, the exhaustion on her face, was all because of his neglect. The very fact that she hadn't blamed him after escaping that tomato chaos made him feel even worse.
He made a mental note to treat Lilith better, and to be more responsive and considerate towards her.
Additionally, It was clear to him now; both his guardian Lilith and his demonic farm were similar in nature — Double Edge Sword — offering great rewards but demanding respect and attention. Neglecting either could spell disaster.
The lesson was clear - he had responsibilities that he couldn't afford to overlook.
Shaking his head, he tried to clear his thoughts. 'How do I even deal with this mess...'
And, as if his plate wasn't already full, he remembered about the shadowshade potatoes. They'd be maturing soon, and if he didn't act quickly, his troubles would just multiply.
It was a ticking bomb waiting to explode, doubling the impending chaos. The fear of a double trouble was dancing in the back of his mind, urging him to find a solution urgently before things went completely out of hand. Time was of the essence, and he needed to come up with a plan. Fast.
Lilith watched Theo, her eyes intense with concern, noting how lost in thought he appeared. "What are you thinking so deeply?" she inquired, scrunching her brows.
Turning to gaze at Lilith, the realization dawned on him once again — she did manage to hold her ground against the swarm, taking down many of those nightshade tomatoes, but their sheer numbers had overwhelmed her. The ridiculousness of the scene, where a powerful being like Lilith was bested by demonic tomatoes, was both amusing and frightening.
"We need to subdue those crazy tomatoes before the shadowshade potatoes mature," Theo shared, his tone hinted at the seriousness of the situation.
Lilith's eyes sparked with a hint of madness and frustration, "To think that I, of all beings, would come to despise tomatoes... If only I had a stronger weapon! Your harvesting scythe barely scratches them. " She complained, almost spitting the words out.
The boy raised an eyebrow, amused by the thought of the mighty Lilith, a figure of such formidable power, being bothered by tomatoes. Yet he understood her frustration. "There should be some swords in the basement. Would that be enough?" he asked.
Her eyes brightened a tad. "It's no match to my original weapon, but in desperate times like these, I'll make do," Lilith replied, attempting to muster some show of her usual confidence.
"Wait here. I'll get it for you," Theo responded, sensing that Lilith might not be keen to revisit the place where she had been trapped. He could tell the mere mention of the basement had evoked a nightmarish reaction in her.
She gave a hesitant nod, her eyes revealing a touch of vulnerability underneath her fierce exterior.
The soft pre-dawn light came into the mansion, spreading a bluish hue on everything it touched. Waking up earlier than usual, Theo gently shut the door behind him, being careful not to disturb the still-sleeping Elena. After all, it would cause problems if she woke up during his visit to the basement.
Upon setting foot in the eerily silent basement, his eyes couldn't help but land on a familiar portrait of a little girl. But understanding the urgency of their impending battle, he forced himself to look away and focused on gathering the key items.
His gaze quickly found the statues of warriors, clad in armor and bearing swords. Nearby, broken chains lay scattered on the cold floor. Without a moment's delay, he began collecting each item, placing them safely in his golden vault, statues included.
But as he turned to make his exit, an almost magnetic pull drew him back to the portrait. He wondered if it was mere curiosity or if his heart recognized something his mind had forgotten.
He hesitated, feeling his heartbeat quicken, an oddity given that even the threat of tomato swarms hadn’t evoked such a reaction. The picture of the young girl seemed to resonate with a depth of emotions, pulling at the strings of his heart with a language only souls understood.
It was as if the universe itself urged him to reconsider leaving this portrait behind. The intensity of the connection both bewildered and comforted him, drawing out feelings of nostalgia and longing. He let out a reluctant sigh, surrendering to the unseen force guiding him.
"Oh Divine Momma in the sky, don't let this table betray me now," he mumbled.
Using a nearby table and sending a silent plea to the heavens that it would support his weight, he reached up. The moment he held the portrait, an overwhelming warmth surged within him, almost as if the portrait held a piece of a familiar soul. Gently brushing away the years of dust, the face of the young girl looked back with a piercing soft gaze.
"Who are you, little miss?" he whispered, knowing the portrait was not going to reply back.
There was something about this girl, something linked to memories he had somehow forgotten. Turning the portrait over, he noticed a few scribbled words. Instead of aiding him, they only created more puzzles for him as it was written in unknown language.
Thoughtfully, he stored the portrait in his golden vault, making a promise to himself to delve into its mysteries later on.
Ensuring nothing else of value remained, he emerged from the basement, silently locking the door behind him. Back in his room, from the space of his golden vault, he took out a sword, presenting it to Lilith.
As she gripped its hilt, her skillful motions sent the blade slicing effortlessly through the air, "This will do," she smiled, her voice was filled with determination. "But taking on over 100,000 tomatoes... It's not going to be a walk in the park."
Theo met her gaze with steady eyes. "We don't have to face them all at once," he suggested. "If things get too intense, we can retreat through the portal."
Lilith considered his strategy for a moment before nodding in agreement. With a silent gesture, Theo summoned the portal, and the pair stepped through, bracing themselves for the upcoming battle.
Immediately upon their arrival in the demonic farm, they were met with a swarm of tomatoes charging towards them, an incessant, thunderous noise filled the air. It was resembling a mix of a beastly roar and the chaotic drumming of a cyclone, created by the relentless stampeding of over a hundred thousand nightshade tomatoes.
Each fruit bore a dark red hue, almost reaching to a black, giving them a complete demonic appearance that was different from their normally appetizing nature.
With a simple thought, Theo summoned the Darkreaper’s Scythe to his side. The harvesting tool felt oddly comfortable in his grip, as if it was an extension of himself. He was surprised at its lightweight as he wielded it, ready for battle.
His gaze moved towards the advancing swarm as he prepared himself for the onslaught. Unconsciously, his gaze locked with Lilith for a brief moment, a silent understanding passed between them. No words were needed, the challenge ahead was clear.
Lilith took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around her sword's hilt, while Theo adjusted his stance, the scythe held high and ready.
Then, like the breaking of a dam, the first wave reached, bounding towards them with a fervor only the possessed could possess. The world around them seemed to blur, narrowing to the field of battle and the relentless enemy they faced.
[B1] Chapter 30: Lilith’s New Nightmare: Tomato Apocalypse
Theo stood in his room with a puzzled expression on his face, sending telepathic message to the desperate girl, "What's going on, Demoness?"
With a hint of exasperation and panic in her voice, she retorted, "This is all your doing, not mine! Now, hurry and open a portal so I can escape! At this rate, I'll be the laughingstock of the world's history, doomed to be remembered as the poor warrior defeated by... tomatoes!" Her voice carried a tone of absurdity that would have been humorous under different circumstances, highlighting the ridiculousness of the embarrassing situation.
Theo thought It was somewhat ironic that Lilith, who once claimed she could annihilate anyone with a mere flick of her fingers when at full power in this human realm, was now reduced to running from a horde of demonic tomatoes.
Theo maintained his composure, directing her with a steady voice. "Try to get back to the place where I opened the portal earlier. I'll reopen it for you there." His words carried a tone of concern even though it was calm amidst the tomato storm raging on the other side.
A quick, mental reply sounded in his head, Lilith's voice tinged with a frustration, "Okay, but give me a moment."
He could envision her, leading that chaotic parade of demonic, bouncing tomatoes to the designated spot.
Moments later, her voice rang out in his mind, urgency steeping each word, signaling him to open the portal. Without hesitation, Theo cast the portal, and out bolted Lilith, as if the hounds of hell – or in this case, the tomatoes of doom – were at her heels.
Just as quickly as she emerged, Theo unsummoned the portal, cutting off the tomato onslaught. He then looked over to see Lilith, breathless and exhausted.
She managed a few steps before her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto his bed, result of a battle well fought.
Her cheeks were flushed and her wild cheerful aura was nowhere to be seen; replaced by a vulnerable figure, gasping for breath, the lively character deflated and devoid of her usual fiery energy.
It was a rare sight, a Lilith devoid of her stubborn pride, showing just how dire their tomato problem had become. It was clear; they had a serious tomato crisis on their hands.
Still catching her breath, Lilith managed to gasp out, "This is insane..." She looked nothing like her usual composed self, her lively energy clearly drained from the frantic escapade.
While observing Lilith, Theo also became aware of the notifications hovering at the corner of his eyes. He hadn't noticed them due to his sleep, missing the typical chime that usually alerted him.
<<<<
[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Alert: Delay in harvesting may induce demonic properties!]
[Warning: Prolonged delay might cause the Nightshade Tomatoes to develop unpredictable characteristics. Harvest now!]
.
.
.
[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Nightshade Tomatoes is ready for harvest!]
[Alert: Delay in harvesting has induced demonic properties!]
[Warning: Due to prolonged delay, the Nightshade Tomatoes have developed mischievous behaviors. They are now capable of mobilizing and may show signs of aggression. Harvest with extreme care!]
[Critical Warning: Extended neglect of Nightshade Tomatoes has caused them to form swarms and display predatory behavior. They may now actively hunt in packs. Harvest with utmost caution!]
>>>>
Theo, staring at the barrage of notifications, murmured with exasperation, "Great... I've got gangster tomatoes," He sighed, still processing the reality that his edible crops had turned into mini tormentors.
This was way more bizarre than he could've ever imagined for his demonic farm. He let out a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to comprehend the level of absurdity he was facing.
He felt the guilt gripping his heart, realizing it was his negligence that put Lilith's life in danger. Her current state of panic, the exhaustion on her face, was all because of his neglect. The very fact that she hadn't blamed him after escaping that tomato chaos made him feel even worse.
He made a mental note to treat Lilith better, and to be more responsive and considerate towards her.
Additionally, It was clear to him now; both his guardian Lilith and his demonic farm were similar in nature — Double Edge Sword — offering great rewards but demanding respect and attention. Neglecting either could spell disaster.
The lesson was clear - he had responsibilities that he couldn't afford to overlook.
Shaking his head, he tried to clear his thoughts. 'How do I even deal with this mess...'
And, as if his plate wasn't already full, he remembered about the shadowshade potatoes. They'd be maturing soon, and if he didn't act quickly, his troubles would just multiply.
It was a ticking bomb waiting to explode, doubling the impending chaos. The fear of a double trouble was dancing in the back of his mind, urging him to find a solution urgently before things went completely out of hand. Time was of the essence, and he needed to come up with a plan. Fast.
Lilith watched Theo, her eyes intense with concern, noting how lost in thought he appeared. "What are you thinking so deeply?" she inquired, scrunching her brows.
Turning to gaze at Lilith, the realization dawned on him once again — she did manage to hold her ground against the swarm, taking down many of those nightshade tomatoes, but their sheer numbers had overwhelmed her. The ridiculousness of the scene, where a powerful being like Lilith was bested by demonic tomatoes, was both amusing and frightening.
"We need to subdue those crazy tomatoes before the shadowshade potatoes mature," Theo shared, his tone hinted at the seriousness of the situation.
Lilith's eyes sparked with a hint of madness and frustration, "To think that I, of all beings, would come to despise tomatoes... If only I had a stronger weapon! Your harvesting scythe barely scratches them. " She complained, almost spitting the words out.
The boy raised an eyebrow, amused by the thought of the mighty Lilith, a figure of such formidable power, being bothered by tomatoes. Yet he understood her frustration. "There should be some swords in the basement. Would that be enough?" he asked.
Her eyes brightened a tad. "It's no match to my original weapon, but in desperate times like these, I'll make do," Lilith replied, attempting to muster some show of her usual confidence.
"Wait here. I'll get it for you," Theo responded, sensing that Lilith might not be keen to revisit the place where she had been trapped. He could tell the mere mention of the basement had evoked a nightmarish reaction in her.
She gave a hesitant nod, her eyes revealing a touch of vulnerability underneath her fierce exterior.
The soft pre-dawn light came into the mansion, spreading a bluish hue on everything it touched. Waking up earlier than usual, Theo gently shut the door behind him, being careful not to disturb the still-sleeping Elena. After all, it would cause problems if she woke up during his visit to the basement.
Upon setting foot in the eerily silent basement, his eyes couldn't help but land on a familiar portrait of a little girl. But understanding the urgency of their impending battle, he forced himself to look away and focused on gathering the key items.
His gaze quickly found the statues of warriors, clad in armor and bearing swords. Nearby, broken chains lay scattered on the cold floor. Without a moment's delay, he began collecting each item, placing them safely in his golden vault, statues included.
But as he turned to make his exit, an almost magnetic pull drew him back to the portrait. He wondered if it was mere curiosity or if his heart recognized something his mind had forgotten.
He hesitated, feeling his heartbeat quicken, an oddity given that even the threat of tomato swarms hadn’t evoked such a reaction. The picture of the young girl seemed to resonate with a depth of emotions, pulling at the strings of his heart with a language only souls understood.
It was as if the universe itself urged him to reconsider leaving this portrait behind. The intensity of the connection both bewildered and comforted him, drawing out feelings of nostalgia and longing. He let out a reluctant sigh, surrendering to the unseen force guiding him.
"Oh Divine Momma in the sky, don't let this table betray me now," he mumbled.
Using a nearby table and sending a silent plea to the heavens that it would support his weight, he reached up. The moment he held the portrait, an overwhelming warmth surged within him, almost as if the portrait held a piece of a familiar soul. Gently brushing away the years of dust, the face of the young girl looked back with a piercing soft gaze.
"Who are you, little miss?" he whispered, knowing the portrait was not going to reply back.
There was something about this girl, something linked to memories he had somehow forgotten. Turning the portrait over, he noticed a few scribbled words. Instead of aiding him, they only created more puzzles for him as it was written in unknown language.
Thoughtfully, he stored the portrait in his golden vault, making a promise to himself to delve into its mysteries later on.
Ensuring nothing else of value remained, he emerged from the basement, silently locking the door behind him. Back in his room, from the space of his golden vault, he took out a sword, presenting it to Lilith.
As she gripped its hilt, her skillful motions sent the blade slicing effortlessly through the air, "This will do," she smiled, her voice was filled with determination. "But taking on over 100,000 tomatoes... It's not going to be a walk in the park."
Theo met her gaze with steady eyes. "We don't have to face them all at once," he suggested. "If things get too intense, we can retreat through the portal."
Lilith considered his strategy for a moment before nodding in agreement. With a silent gesture, Theo summoned the portal, and the pair stepped through, bracing themselves for the upcoming battle.
Immediately upon their arrival in the demonic farm, they were met with a swarm of tomatoes charging towards them, an incessant, thunderous noise filled the air. It was resembling a mix of a beastly roar and the chaotic drumming of a cyclone, created by the relentless stampeding of over a hundred thousand nightshade tomatoes.
Each fruit bore a dark red hue, almost reaching to a black, giving them a complete demonic appearance that was different from their normally appetizing nature.
With a simple thought, Theo summoned the Darkreaper’s Scythe to his side. The harvesting tool felt oddly comfortable in his grip, as if it was an extension of himself. He was surprised at its lightweight as he wielded it, ready for battle.
His gaze moved towards the advancing swarm as he prepared himself for the onslaught. Unconsciously, his gaze locked with Lilith for a brief moment, a silent understanding passed between them. No words were needed, the challenge ahead was clear.
Lilith took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around her sword's hilt, while Theo adjusted his stance, the scythe held high and ready.
Then, like the breaking of a dam, the first wave reached, bounding towards them with a fervor only the possessed could possess. The world around them seemed to blur, narrowing to the field of battle and the relentless enemy they faced.
