His eyes snapped open, even as his heart thumped heavily in his chest, where he laid, everything seemed to be spinning. This body had seemingly been forced back to life via the hands of the cosmos and he was now the tenant.
Brett, who tried orienting himself was stricken with incredible pain; his head felt like a screw was being smashed in every time he tried relaxing his mind, which at this point found it quite impossible to fully form thoughts.
Above him were brass pipes that coiled through the ceiling like vines with films of vapor caught in the amber aglow of gas lamps.
Brett, who tried to get his cognition in order, blinked twice, realising he was lying in a hospital bed, though it was nothing he was familiar with. Around the bed were odd machines, with some pulsing with soft, alluring amber light and clicking sounds. Tubes made of translucent glass filled with silver filaments were finely run into his arms as a medium for something.
"So this is transmigration, huh"? he muttered, his voice was rather heavy which caught him by surprise, while the feeling of disbelief still remained.
He tried sitting up, and then realized the pain wasn't only in his head; there was stiffness in his muscles, a tightness that didn't feel all too natural as if there was rust in his bones.
He was about to attempt sitting again when a sudden ping rang in his head causing the headache to halt. What followed was an orange flicker of light which immediately expanded and materialized into a translucent screen with texts arranged slowly and yet efficiently, it was indeed the doings of a cosmic force, the eeriness that came with it reminded him of the melancholy feel of the architect.
[ SYSTEM REBOOT SEQUENCE COMPLETE ]
Title: Gluttony System
Protocol: Soul Integration [Successful]
Host: Kyrie Negan Shaw
Compatibility: 98.98%
Status: Stable
[Synchronization of residual memories commencing...]
" 98.98! Interesting..." he said with a brow arched and was about to read through, when inexplicably all the information was adjusted into his mind and memories with no effort.
Brett still surprised didn't have time to react or brace himself before a flood of emotions, residual and yet fragmented memories slammed into him. Pain, hunger, exhaustion, and the feeling of imminent doom all came crashing in.
Faces blurred past his mind's eye. Strangers, caretakers, enemies, lovers. The body had lived... but not lived. It had survived, mimicking, adapting, hiding. It was like a creature struggling to remember it once was something extraordinary and yet survived still.
Brett grabbed at his head, gritting his teeth as he prayed it would end,and surely it did; the flood finally felt like it had reached its end, but for some reason, there were still lapses, holes in this body's memory fragments.
" Gaddamn… feels like I'm binge-watching someone's trauma reel at the speed of light," he muttered even as cold sweat settled on his forehead, but the pain itself had receded.
TIng! Suddenly, another sound rang in his head, " Not again ! " he said while his face grimaced, and the interface adjusted itself into a new set of prompts.
[ Talents Unlocked]
[Sovereignties Unlocked]
[ Host Overview Available]
" Sovereignties? " he blurted out, rather intrigued to know what it meant. Seemingly a response to his curiosity, the interface had its text twisting, and immediately a new section appeared with gold colored texts.
[ Host has been granted Sovereignty]
°Gluttony {Locked}
°Eternal {Locked}
°Replication { Active }
° Unbroken { Active }
>>> Does the Host require Clarity of available domains?
Brett's almost slashed at the screen while he rolled his eyes.
" What do you think? Cosmic A.I "
>>> No response
" Yes," Brett plainly answered this time, and immediately the interface expanded.
Replication >>> Host possesses authority over the domain of replication. Aspects to be replicated are irrelevant, as all possibilities are fathomable.
Limitations
[Host Class]: Epsilon
Capacity : Mimicry >> Host can mirror emotions, personalities, appearance, actions and habits with absolute potency.
Brett analyzed the information, and finally, a few things began to make sense. Although it was foggy, the memories of this body seemed to involve it constantly adapting to others, and that was simply how it had survived all this while without a soul.
Constantly replicating the people around it, with its primary aim being survival, and its adaptivity through replication was its main means.
" Who actually owns this body ?" Brett questioned ,more intrigued than ever before. Casually and slowly flexing his fingers in thought when the next set of information followed.
Unbroken >>>>> The Host holds absolute control over their mind domain. The Host's mental scape is completely impregnable to external factors
[Host Class]: irrelevant
Type: Passive
" Okay, that's quite the abilities " Brett as Kyrie marvelled with his tone, excited more than anything else, but also interested since the latter Sovereignty meant that there were possibly individuals in this new world that could break his mind.
With the explanations of these two Sovereignties in mind, he wondered what the others which were still locked were capable of, how he could unlock them and what the system meant by his "Class."
There were so many unanswered questions, and as such, he pried deeper into the system, which he now determined could be controlled merely by his thoughts, and with a mental prompt, the next interface opened up.
[Talents Unlocked]
- Telekinesis
- Telepathy
- Spatial migration
- Probability
" Even more powers But these were named talents " he queried, while the information adjusted to his psyche again and soon the screen expanded
[ Talent: Telekinesis. Skill and ability unlocked ]
[Abilities]: Flame control { Adept }
[Skill >>>> Emperor's Hand has been rewarded. Type: Active ]
[Emperor's Hand >>> When active, the user can move and control any object, whether living or non-living, using his hands as a trigger. Due to low tier, he is limited to certain sizes and people of same or lower tier. ]
[ Talent: Telepathy. Skill Unlocked]
[ Skill >>>> Empath Sense has been awarded. Type: Passive / Active]
[Empath Sense >>>> The User can sense and see the emotions of others allowing him to pry. Targets must not be above his tier.]
[Talent: Spatial migration, Skill unlocked]
[Skill >>>> Void shift has been rewarded
Type: Active]
[ Void shift >>>> When activated, the user can switch between himself and any object as long as it is within his line of sight. ]
[Talent: Probability control, Skill Unlocked]
[Skill >>>> Psi - Luck has been awarded Type: Active]
[ Psi- luck >>>>> When activated, the user can use actions of his choosing to manipulate the probability field around himself. Allowing them to sway things to their advantage.
Conditions: Requires 3,000Exp for a single usage.]
The screens with each expanded description, hovered in front of his eyes even as his mind assimilated them,his mouth was still open in awe. After seeing sovereignties, he felt he had seen it all, but it seemed the architect wasn't full of bullshit after all. These abilities were truly above mortal comprehension.
Brett, as Kyrie still found this whole situation hard to believe. His mind went back to what would just be his past soon. He could only imagine how much pain his mother would be going through, right now. Hearing about his death might even break her, seeing how much she cared for him,he was her pride.
He sighed, knowing that even though he had unlocked a new path to life, one that looked thrilling , he left people behind, his loved ones, especially his supportive sister, he left them in tears and sorrow.
Truthfully It bothered him, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He could only put faith in his father to handle the family as he always did…
" I guess I can only try my best to make good use of this second opportunity, if anything, but for them. " While he spoke and exhibited these strong emotions of regret and renewed hope, his closed fist had been glowing orange, and a small concentration of flames had been conjured even in his absent-minded state.
Brett opened his fist and initially didn't panic, almost as if he was accustomed to what he had unknowingly done. It didn't take up to a second before his mind snapped back as the shock of actually conjuring fire came crashing down, he almost screamed at the top of his lungs but was able to hold himself back.
Amidst his crash out, the metallic door that acted as an entrance to the room began opening with a voice coming from behind it..
" K-Y? You awake in there,sweetheart?"