On the day I acted on my plan, I went on my walk like any regular day, but unlike most days, I didn't get captured easily.
Instead, I chose a lonely corner and bruised myself all over. I made it so that my skin looked red easily with blood sared all over. For that, I only cut a part of my waist and sared the blood all over the bruises to make the wounds look more real and terrible. I punched myself in the face a few tis, imprinting them as Kiln's work.
I've had enough experience already to know how to look right when you're wounded like that every day. When I was satisfied with my preparation, I limped my way out towards the direction of my room. Theodore was around there usually.
I didn't need to look at the most pitiable thing before his eyes, but just a usual pitiable fellow. I was pretty sure this Oldman had dealt with dozens of my kind that had been kidnapped to this underground facility.
Well, I'm one like them, pitiful and powerless.
So I ca before the elderly man, limping all the way, squirming at every motion. I found him staring at , but I ignored him as if I hadn't seen him, or was beaten so badly that I couldn't see clearly.
Theodore clicked his tongue, watching limp towards one corner. He strode towards , muttering sothing under his breath.
I fell on the floor before I could reach the corner and yelped. I rolled on the ground pitifully, trying to crawl forward, weeping with my best performance to date.
But my mind was a total ss with anxiety.
'This isn't going to work.' My mind was filled with negative thoughts. This old man had seen plenty of the likes of . He could easily see through my acting.
I was horrified at the notion of my failure, but I still kept at it. My ears buzzed with each step the old man was taking towards .
He ca before like another day and didn't act any kinder than usual. He brought one of those blue vials out of his robes and shook it in his palm.
Turns out I was worried about nothing. The Oldman was exactly as he looked, much to my benefit. Old and dull. He wasn't nearly sharp enough to catch my play.
Theodore stooped down, opened the vial, and was about to pour it in my mouth when I leapt at him with everything I had. Well, with my pitiable strength and a sowhat larger-than-a-fist-sized stone in my palm.
I ramd the stone into his head with all my power, my knee thrusting into his guts.
I didn't know what I struck, but it felt like I hit the stem of a tree. But Theodore wasn't out of any reaction. He yelped as blood poured out of his head from where I hit him with the stone.
The potion had already flung away from his hand in the conflict, but that wasn't his concern. I was hitting him with the stone incessantly, with no second thought.
None other than my freedom.
Like I said, I wouldn't mind becoming a killer if I could get out of this hell.
However, I was terribly naïve to believe that I could escape from here like this. I didn't have the slightest clue where I was, nor who and what these people were. Yes, they had introduced to magical items like the potion that could heal broken bones easily, but I wasn't in the right state of mind to consider they had sothing more.
On my fifth attempt to hit the Oldman with the stone, I encountered sothing hard. It was as if I had ramd the stone into the stone wall. I realised nothing at first and continued to hit the Oldman, but as I continued, the reaction from the Oldman beca mute.
My first impression was that I made it. I killed the oldman. I beca a killer.
Then finally I saw his eyes, blazing with coldness as he stared down at even though I was on top of him.
The next mont, I was in the air. An invisible force struck and flung dozens of tres, convulsing inside. My world tilted as my back broke, colliding against the wall with force.
The invisible force hadn't withdrawn, though. It fastened to the spot. No matter how much I struggled, I couldn't lift even a finger.
The Oldman stood up and cleaned his robes to creep towards . He had changed back to his usual self, though the eyes were still cold, gawking at .
"La ama soarishka," the old man told and kicked on the head to make unconscious.
So that's how my first real attempt at escape went. You two probably thought I would manage sothing miraculous using my otherworldly wit or sothing.
But the reality was rciless. I didn't even co close. All my effort at getting beaten up and morising the paths ant nothing against the sheer force I was stuck with.
In a way, life was like that. You try your best with what you have and hope it will work. Sotis you made it, sotis you hit the hall.
Even ignoring the marvellous power the Oldman showed —the power I still thought to be impossible at that point—my plan was terribly hollow.
Even if I killed the Oldman there, I wouldn't have gone much further.
I was a child back then, playing on the turf and the rules of adults. Worse, I wasn't even aware of most of the rules.
Of course, they would leave like a lamb to butcher. With the sheer power they held, I was but a helpless rat to them.
However, this suffering wasn't for nothing. That was the first ti I gazed upon the power of this world. It was unbelievable.
I couldn't understand it, but I knew at that mont I wanted it for myself.
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