Agony.
Just pure agony.
Abraham felt like someone poured hot fire into his head and let it burn inside the skull. Each of his heartbeat sent more fire through his brain and vessel. The world went spinny, in his perspective this is worst than dead the spinning is so much to take—no sound, no weight—even breathing felt like a fight. He's hardly breathing in this shock.
He tried to movie, cause he can't even lift a finger like the body has take control over him. Abraham Tried to lift a finger, anything, even scream. But the body wasn't going in favor. His whole body senseless.
His arms and legs twisted as if someone else's body part got swapped with him, or with force those part adjust in his body, heavy and useless.
Looking down at his bare hands, he saw something which is not normal and even way too abnormal to see this in his 37 years lifetime. His hands and arms were smooth, with no scars, not a single mark of battle and young like a cute boys belongings.
Not the tough body that used to role around monster, predator, beast, armies and build an empire by hand. The emperor .
What is going on?
His mind flashed with images. A shiny silver blade under the moon. His own blood flying onto white stone. People's faces—friends, students, and the woman who swore forever—all turned away as His crown fell.
Then the voice. Cold. Robotic.
[Host stable…rebooting.]
He froze from the mechanical sound. His mind was hit by lightning, going blank for a moment.
Rebooting?
I remembered dying by that bastard treason hands. The double-cross. The big battle where even the skies seemed to cry. Selena real dark face or hemein laugh when mormend blade pierce through my chest. Then darkness. But now…the world was too real. The beat in my chest—too strong.
He stood from the bed,
'The world start to circling countering me like the planet centering me to swing in solar,'
as he wok eup from the dead or sleep. The courtyard was in his perspective , beat-up and forgotten, the stones reflecting under the alive silver moon. "This wasn't the fight where I died."
this place look older to me somehow. But it looked familiar."
"Wait isn't that academy in front of me"
I hadn't been here in twenty years. It was where it all started—my first monster, my first love…and my first betrayal.
He stumbled to a puddle on the broken tiles. A young face stared back—maybe seventeen, with sharp gold eyes and shiny black hair. No scars, no blood, no old age.
'Seventeen…my first awakening? But that was approximately 20 years ago.'
His chest felt heavy like a mount of corpse over his chest .
"Did I go back in time?" He asked himself in empty room.
Then the voice again. Louder this time.
[System starting up…][Sync complete.][Welcome back, Abraham Benjin.]
The voice was flat, a sound like no where I've ever heard before but the words giving a spark of fire inside me. It's not me who can't die . The System was also back .
[New thing to do.][Goal: Don't die in the first awakening.][Prize: partial system access.]
He stared at the front with a soft smile.
'I knew that day well. The test that showed you what you were—monster guy, magic guy, whatever. I woke up as a weak Fledgling Beast Tamer and got made fun of. No rich family wanted me. Then I fought my way to the top by breaking all the rules.'
"Now, I could change it."
He then stand up looked at the busted tower where the summoning circle used to be.
"I remembered the headmaster yelling"
Only strong people have room to breathe. The weak are eaten. The strong are gods.
His corner of mouth curled into a soft smile. "Let's see how gods deal with the man that had killed them before."
Then he walked toward the tower. The air was shaking with power—the vibe of old magic mana.
"I could feel the world, slow, but alive."
[Warning: System not fully operational. Some parts don't work.][Danger: Your soul is wrong.]
He stopped like jammed on the place
"what do you mean by my soul is wrong?"
[Can't right now.]
I got a bad feeling. If my soul was hurt, someone messed with my reboot. Who could mess with the System?
He gripped his fists out of anger he don't like messing with his stuff let alone messing with his soul. "Whatever. I'll do it in my own way. Or to be precise in old way"
A blue screen spawn out of nowhere in front of him, with old font writing on it.
[Name: Abraham Benjin][Race: Human—Different][Age: 17][Skills: ???][Monster: None][Status: Rebooting—Tier 0]
"Different?" " That wasn't there before."
[Something is different in your soul.]
Different? The word felt like lightning. He felt it then—deep down, under the hurt, a spark, wild and old, in his soul.
[You came back to time but with different future, in this timeline everything will change the people you knew, the enemy you fought everything. In other word it's a different world but same you.]
He laughed softly at first, then harder. So you can't even die?
'I came back to time but with different future, in this timeline everything will change the people I knew the enemy I fought everything. In other word it's a different world but same me.'
Abraham stop his laughed, his reaction change the moment he saw the changing scenario, cause that's prove he can't avenge the very people who killed him sort of anger and disbelief expressing in his eyes, In his past life he never showed any emotions to this system since he knew it's a machine don't have any set program. He straightened his posture, on the other side the outlines of the system's holo-letters gave the illusion of fading in air, leaving the impression of disapproval, taking away his only chances to revenge. Abraham don't know how did he revive or he never care death is a consequences everyone have to face it, but having a chances to kill the bastard that killed you it's a greatest gift. He directed his finger towards the shimmering script, his hand shaking a bit with bottled-up emotion.
"You—" He spat the words like acid. "WTF. I was starting to plot how to kill that Mormend bastard, and now you change the whole world centering me? Like the Earth spins centering the sun, you spin the timeline centering me. You blue-screen bastard. Die, you mechanic old hag."
[Text from Master Mormend
Mission Name: Saving ass in different world
Task - Survive the Lorchen Traxity apoclypse ...."]
Seeing this in system abraham gone in rage, everything in his room fall in sudden shake.
"I swear, I swear it on any creator if exist, I would kill him in pieces, I will chop his head open, and will slashed half his throat, and I would rip apart his chest and sliced through, His eyes I'll pull it off with flesh" he breathed threating the empty room.
"You bastard, you didn't find it satisfied by killing me so now you send me here to suffer. you'll pay for this, you'll pay for thissss, bastard "
Then system screen popped up again
[Reward: A chance to return your past life. "Maybe then you could kill me in next try, little abraham, what are you now 9 or 7 "hehehe"]
"Heh, foolish you are Mormend "Dark KIng of Dynasity" you're digging you own grave. if you're seeing it hear it very well I'll be back and will kill you i promise that " taking a deep breath he let out a creepy smile " and I'm not as merciful as you"
Something roared in me. Not human. Not monster. Something older.
The ground shook underneath as earth quake happened.
He long stared as the puddle shook, and a face turned into a horned shadow with burning red eyes.
The voice came back, deeper. Not robot. Not human. a beast sound inside from his soul.
"We meet again, master." the voice resounded in the room
He felt a cold shimmer running in his spine . 'I knew that voice. how can i forget this sound.'
It was the first beast I ever tamed, the one that died saving me.
The shadow twisted into a fading smile carving between light and dark.
"Remember our deal? master. The emperor never lose with the bond with 'Turf Beast', you said once"
abraham shivered like he get cold from rain. He opened his mouth to tell something then shut it and after pondering for a moment he said " But how come same beast in this wordl when everything else is different."
[The First Update: The First Trial.]