As I followed Sergeant Thomas and the others into the military base, the imposing gates lood overhead, closing behind us with a resonating clang.
The air inside the compound was heavy, a blend of machinery, sweat, and tal a stark reminder of the life we lived now.
Soldiers moved purposefully, their boots clanking against the hard ground, their faces set in a perpetual state of alertness.
It felt suffocating, but I kept my expression neutral, masking the unease swirling inside .
As we walked deeper into the base, I began to notice sothing odd.
Soldiers we passed would glance at , their eyes narrowing slightly before they whispered to each other.
It wasn't subtle.
Their muttering barely dropped to a murmur as they eyed with suspicion, disdain even.
The realization sent a cold prickle down my spine.
What were they saying?
I wasn't naïve enough to think it was anything good, but the blatant stares made my skin crawl.
I tried to ignore it, but curiosity and a growing irritation got the better of .
Slowing my pace just a little, I strained my ears, catching fragnts of their hushed conversations.
"Where are the others?"
"Sadly, I think they're dead"
"If they are dead, then how did he survive?"
"He is supposed to be dead if other capable soldiers died, right?"
"How did he even survive out there?"
"He can't even do a thing right, yet he survived. Luck is sure by his side"
"Bet he hid while everyone else fought."
"I think Awakened Amber protected him, she has always been the one helping him"
"Useless. A liability on the field."
"He should just quit or drop dead, I'm ashad to call myself a soldier with that guy still alive and in the military"
"Right"
"They should remove people like this from the military"
"Yeah"
Each word cut deeper than I expected, but I kept my face blank, pretending I hadn't heard a thing.
They didn't know .
Not the real , anyway.
These insults weren't even directed at but at the original Sky.
Still, the venom in their words made my blood boil.
The soldiers who had been walking alongside Sergeant Thomas seed to notice the whispers too.
Their gazes shifted toward , their expressions unreadable.
Were they wondering the sa thing?
Did they share the sa doubts?
I actually saved them all from the infected beast, they can't really be thinking the sa thing, right.
I clenched my fists.
They didn't know what I'd been through or what I was capable of now. Let them talk.
Sergeant Thomas, walking ahead, didn't seem to notice or maybe he just didn't care.
His pace was steady, his shoulders rigid with the authority he carried.
I realized we were all heading to report to the military heads.
Thomas suddenly stopped and turned, his sharp gaze pinning in place.
"You're not coming with us," he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argunt.
I blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt dismissal.
"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself.
Thomas's eyes narrowed, and for a second, I thought he might actually answer.
But then he simply turned away, gesturing for the others to follow him. not even sparing a glance.
My jaw tightened as I watched them leave.
The soldiers behind him exchanged glances, a few smirking before following their sergeant without a word.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, the whispers of the base still buzzing around .
I couldn't help but wonder was this how the original Sky had lived?
Constantly judged.
Belittled.
Dismissed?
My anger simred beneath the surface, but I forced myself to stay calm.
Losing my temper wouldn't change anything.
Why am i in the most useless extra body.
This is ridiculous.
As I walked aimlessly around the base, the whispers and stares still played in my head.
The weight of them bore down on , dragging my thoughts into darker corners.
Was this how Sky lived?
In constant ridicule.
In disdain.
In isolation.
Wasn't it was suffocating.
The realization hit harder than I'd expected.
This wasn't just about being weak,
It was about being utterly powerless in a world that demanded strength.
I shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to distract myself from the bitterness welling up inside .
Dwelling on how everyone hated Sky, how I was now inheriting that hate, wasn't going to help.
If anything, it was only going to depress further.
I needed to think about sothing else. Sothing practical.
What was next?
I let out a sigh and started brainstorming.
I needed a plan.
Sothing to stabilize my position here.
I couldn't afford to stay lost in this unfamiliar world.
I considered finding a way to train, to strengthen myself or maybe figuring out more about this cube and the "Spawn of a fallen god" it promised.
But none of those ideas felt imdiate enough.
Then it hit .
Where was sky room?
I couldn't just wander around the base forever.
If I was going to figure out who Sky really was, I'd need to start with his living space.
Maybe there were clues about his life, his connections or lack thereof that could help navigate this place better.
But there was one problem,
I had no idea where it was.
"Damn it!"
I stopped in my tracks, groaning softly as I ran a hand through my hair.
How was I supposed to find it?.
Just ask soone?.
That would only invite more ridicule.
Frustrated, I shoved my hands back into my pockets.
My fingers brushed against sothing smooth and rectangular.
Frowning, I pulled it out, a card.
"Here you are"
A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.
It was Sky's ID card, complete with a room number.
"Finally, a break," I muttered to myself.
Studying the room number printed on the card.
The base was massive, its corridors lined with cold tal walls that seed to stretch endlessly.
Every now and then, a soldier would pass , their eyes lingering just a little too long, but I ignored them.
I had sothing to focus on now.
After what felt like forever, I finally found it.
The room was unassuming, tucked away in a quiet corner of the base.
"Just the best place to be..."
For an introvert like .
The number on the door matched the one on the card.
For a mont, I just stood there, staring at the door.
Taking a deep breath, I slid the card through the scanner.
The lock beeped, and the door slide open.
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