Immortal Technique: Civil War Novels & Stories

“Three centuries old, and you still have the palate of a child.” “Precisely why I should have one. No tooth decay, one of the few perks of immortality.” When I ignored him and turned toward the open balcony window, his eyes widened. “Hey hey! Don’t throw it out! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get that recipe right?” I paused halfway to the balcony, a faint curl of amusement touching my lips at the genuine horror in his eyes. “Why should I care?” “Let’s make a trade,” he bargained quickly, sitting upright. “I give you information, you give me back the bowl. Deal? It’s about Lorraine!”

It starts with us, and ends with us. And that is the finale of battle of the immortals. It ended tragically, but it was for a greater good of the world.

Some warriors who were watching the live broadcast couldn't help complaining because it was so ritual. "Let me tell you how Chu the Devil was killed. I believe that everyone should now know that a few days ago, our army of the Immortals was defeated by Chu the Devil in the southern Natural Moat. Today, I solemnly declare that it was just my trick to lure Chu the Devil."

The memories of the time, when he met a weird stranger in an unknown forest possessed by a tormented soul of an oath breaker. He remembered the incident quite vividly because the man was wearing the exact same clothes as the individuals who stood behind Dollar Twenty. The encounter that still haunts him to this day since that was the first time that he had seen a person retaining his life-force even after his head's been cut off, as if he was immortal. The encounter wasn't just haunting memory but also the origin of his combat technique, 'Singularity'. Creed felt his hand turnt cold, realizing that he had met one of them and stolen the technique that belongs to the Alliance of Crawlers.

They should only kill people. I then noticed that the people we were meeting were also warriors who were just clothes in normal clothes but I laughed. They were never going to be a match to my immortal armies. None of them could be armed. When these warriors saw this they began to run from their lives and my immortal men pursued them, tearing them into pieces. Jaylen's POV

Not long after Kirou led the girls away, the stalker from before tried to follow them, only to be blocked by two players(?) in similar apparel. He tried to go around them but the two players kept blocking his path. The stalker wanted to stab both players and kill them instantly so that he could continue to follow his targets, but alas, villages, towns, and cities are safe zones in Immortal Era and the system restricts the use of all weapons and combat-related skills.

He had been the prodigy of his generation. Unfortunately, the technique required ridiculous natural talent and aptitude, so hardly anyone could master it. Mortimer's terrible temper made things worse. He would beat and scream at students who could not keep up. This scared away even more potential disciples. Everything changed when Algernon showed up. He did not just master the top-grade sword technique; he used it as the foundation to create the Impermanence Mystical Shadow Technique. After wiping out some rival sect, Algernon announced that Mortimer had died in battle, then made the Impermanence Mystical Shadow Technique the sect's main inheritance.

Could that mean… Eyes wide, head lifting up from the screen, I mutter under my breath. “Mr. Hanks sacrifices his wives to maintain their lifeline to the wolf in the dungeon.” Chills race down my spine recalling I’ve witnessed this before. According to ancient tales, when one wants to become immortal, one must give something else in exchange. A life for life. My uncle, Enzo wanted to do that which was what caused a major rift between him and my father two centuries ago. That is the same tactic the Slayers used. That means… Those men are immortal.

But as he followed Eden's guidance, he was astonished. He wouldn’t call himself a prodigy, but after a lifetime of studying traditional medicine, he recognized the technique. It was the Immortal Technique. He had read about it in a medical journal. It could protect the heart of a dying person, increasing their chances of survival. But it was incredibly stamina-intensive, requiring the doctor to continuously insert and remove needles. Dr. Keith was amazed that someone so young knew this technique. Before he could process his astonishment, Eden’s voice rang out again, coldly instructing him on the next set of points.

I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent. “We don’t know. We don’t have to!” Karima’s eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. “You don’t know who’s listening… we shouldn’t even be talking about this.” Vincent’s gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious. “No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First,” he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest.