What the fuck happened?
It wasn't every day that I felt pain like this. My whole body was screaming in trendous agony, and it wasn't even worth trying to move. After what seed like an eternity—or maybe just a minute—I slowly managed to open my eyes, only to close them again imdiately. Why the fuck is that dude so close? I tried to shift instantly... at least I tried, but it wasn't possible with all this pain. How the hell did this even happen? I channeled mana into Aron, and that was it—it should've been fine. Or shouldn't it? I don't know, because I've never tried it on anyone other than Blaze. Did his body reject the foreign mana? Was it the curse? Curse! I reluctantly opened my eyes. "Back off." There was the muffled sound of sothing hitting the floor. "I thought you died!" Aron's voice seed a bit out of breath, with a hint of relief mixed in. "I'm pretty hard to kill." Pushing myself off the hard floor, I sohow managed to stand up. It hurt, but not like being wounded—it was more like exhaustion to the point of nearly dying. "How long was I unconscious—whoa!" I almost lost my balance as my vision settled on the broken prince. He was still broken. I didn't have enough mana to use my mana or elental vision to confirm, but I could guess that the curse wasn't easy to get rid of. All I managed to do was give him a few seconds of his vitality back. "Fifteen minutes..." Aron stood up. He wasn't in his Archon Form. Well, if I was out for more than a minute, he wouldn't have been able to sustain that form for that long. I looked around. Smokeball was in the corner, saying nothing, just observing. He might have sothing to add here. *What do you think?* There was no pause before he answered through our ntal connection. 'It's a curse, a strong one—cast by a demon.' His grim words echoed in my mind. It didn't make sense, but when did they ever? Normally, I would've questioned how that could be possible. The curse had been with the prince since birth, and demons only appeared not very long ago, so it was impossible by the book. But who knows? There are just too many loopholes, and I'm tired of trying to solve things that don't make sense. It's possible he was cursed by a demon who was in Hestia Kingdom long before all this happened—they're capable of things like that. I saw General Zephyrion in the Blacker Forest a year before their arrival, mapping out transportation circles around Sephra. The sa recently happened when Blaze saw them doing it near the outskirts of Eshra during The Gambit. So, who knows? One of them might have been on this side of the world nearly two decades before all this began. I don't even know how long the demonkind has been planning this whole thing. While I was lost in thought, I forgot to pay attention to Aron, who was standing in front of . Yeah, this too—I need to apologize for giving him false hope. "I'm sorry—huh?" Before I could finish, he grabbed my hand and looked straight at . "Thank you!" Am I seeing things, or is this guy on the verge of crying? Aron continued, "I've never felt so great—so complete—in my entire life. I'm so grateful!" That's heavy, I guess. Still, it would've been better to know I'd be left with no mana after this—I would've avoided doing it. Still, it's worth it if it ans I can owe one to the prince of a kingdom, even if he's a banished one. Wait, doesn't that defeat the whole point? "It's fine," I said, taking my hand back from him. Aron stared down at the floor. "I'll go now. I have a few things I need to do." We exchanged a few words before I left. He asked what I did and how I managed to help him access his Archon Form. I explained the basics, like how I can channel ambient mana into the mana core and body, along with a few more details, then asked him to keep it a secret. Aron, on the other hand, seed to have thrown away all his haughty attitude and genuinely thanked again. I left the place and returned to my room. Currently, I'm stumped. For so reason, it feels like a lot is going on in my head, but none of it makes sense. I summoned the system panel. ---
[SYSTEM WINDOW] [Player: Ren Chris Hilton] Age: 17 [Level 4: Pyroclasm Elder] [8-Star Mage In Human Terms] Current Progress: Intelligence: 8/10 Strength: 12/100 Mana: 23/100 [Next Level: Phoenix Ascendant] [Total Experience Points: 0/100000] (Level up unavailable!) Elental Attributes: Fire Advancents of Elents: Lightning Unlock New Advancent: (Open) Contracted Beast: One Spirits: None(!) Skills: [71 skills.] Learn New Skills: [Open] Store: [Open] --- It hasn't been long since I ascended to Pyroclasm Elder. Unlike before, I feel and sense things much better. I recover faster, both in terms of physical damage and mana depletion. My body is far above what a normal human can dream of, but it still feels like there's a lot of potential to grow. It shows here in the system panel—my strength and mana are still too low, with plenty of room for improvent. Blaze and I have yet to kill anything to gain significant blood points or experience, so those bars remain low. I don't want to unlock new elental advancents yet because I already have my hands full with lightning. It's a good advancent. I can learn skills, that's good, but I can learn them from Blaze too if you ask —and the ones he teaches are more potent and stronger than anything the system has to offer. The store has a few items, but nothing that's too great. Like, I can get the sa mythril sword I always use in tis when my hands are enough, but looking ahead, I think it won't be able to keep up with . There are armors that are weaker than my own augnted skin, one-ti-use items, and charms that don't give much of a buff. If I think about it carefully—isn't this system quite useless? Like, all this thing gives is a fate curse and a question—who the owner is? Who the fuck planted this thing in and why? Is it because I ca from the other world? Well, obviously. But after taking the storyline from my mind, I am of no use. If they really want to keep the story authentic, then why not co and kill themselves? And what is the aning of the system? It's sothing given to as a tool to help . Soone who wants to get rid of wouldn't give such a power. 'What is the point you're getting to? It's twenty or so days before the day of your storyline death—or to be exact, the duel of Adam and Ren. Death cos a bit later.' Blaze asked. Yeah, Ren didn't die in the fight but killed himself out of sha. Still stupid, no matter how many tis I think about it. "I'm saying—how long am I supposed to wait? Till the curse gets strong enough to make everyone hate ? Or keep pondering if the curse is going to disappear after the date of Ren's death passes? What if it doesn't go away and just keeps getting stronger? Am I going to be hated forever?" It's not that being hated is the hardest part—I'm used to it. What if the hate turns so severe that everyone wants dead? Why are they even hating if I'm doing no harm to them? For so reason, I was reminded of the girl from the day the illusory path appeared in the Balcker Forest. She ran, and all it took was a single second to reap her life. Freya Redwood—it's hard to forget the na of soone who died such a pitiful death or— 'Yeah, that was pretty uncalled for if you ask ,' Blaze added. It might seem like that to him. "I think I've lost it," I let myself fall into the soft embrace of the mattress. 'Say it, princess.' "We walked back the sa path as we did when we entered the forest, but we never saw the corpse of the girl. Even after a few days, there was no investigation like there was when I killed those hooligans—Kale and his gang." It was as if she never existed. Isn't it weird that guild never launched the expedition team to search for her- wouldn't it be more weird if none of her family mbers tried to find her?
Am I going to crazy and pondering over sothing so random that happened about a year ago?
Or is it stupid to even apply logic when then whole world is always trying to prove wrong in everything I think I know!
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