[ THE PRIMORDIALS BESTOW THE BLESSED TITLE { VEILBREAKER } ]
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'...'
"Huh?"
I looked at the tablet before me with a dumbfounded expression. I genuinely didn't understand the words that were being said to me. I furrowed my brows in confusion as I stared at the onyx-black tablet.
"I beg your pardon, what the fuck is a Veilbre-"
As I questioned what the fuck just happened, all of a sudden my vision went black.
'Huh? What's happening now, give me a fucking BREAK!'
Thankfully, contrary to my exasperation, I was able to feel my body. I mean my original body. I felt my sensations returning, some good and some highly unpleasant like the smell of my vomit.
'I awakened… Like that thing that happens to MCs in system web novels… isn't that funny'
My mind went back to the so-called trial I passed and how I was bestowed the title 'Veilbreaker' whatever that means. I then brushed it to the side as I didn't have the energy to contemplate it. I found it quite funny that as soon as I woke back in the real world, it didn't even give me a moment of peace.
'Fuck me…'
My eyes then slowly opened and I found myself looking at the metallic pod I woke up from. My body still felt like shit, the phantom pain still lingering but infinitely more bearable. I groggily stood up and for the first time actually observed the room around me. It was pristine white, like so white one would think they're in heaven. I then realised I was still naked and let me tell you I've never felt that embarrassed before. But it felt suffocating as if some unseen entity was sucking the air out from my lungs. There was an outlying black door to my right.
'That's probably the exit.'
Before I decided to leave, I wanted to check for any clues about who or what trapped me in a pod since infancy. I turned to the pod and felt a storm of emotions beginning to surge in my mind. I felt fear, hate, disgust…I felt violated... then Richard came to mind and how much I enjoyed snapping his neck… Am I turning into him? I enjoyed it, no I'm not a sadistic monster I shook off the thoughts, pulled the pod's lid shut… and that's when I saw it—an emblem.
The emblem was a raven's head with a third eye on its forehead. It felt as if the damned thing was staring right into my soul. Whoever designed it should be given a raise because it does its job well.
'They're responsible… for everything… They robbed me of… everything…'
The only thought I had was that they were the ones responsible for whatever pain and suffering I faced. I felt rage and disgust as I looked at the emblem.
I wanted to engrave it into my skull.
Burn it into every neuron never forget.
So I'd never forget who did this to me.
So I'd know who to hunt.
So I'd know who to fucking kill kill kill kill.
I then, genuinely, stood there for 5 minutes straight just looking at the damned three-eyed crow and afterwards I felt kinda embarrassed because if someone saw a naked guy staring into the soul of an emblem, they would most likely call the police .
'Hah...' I sighed.
I then trepidatiously walked to the black door, I had a whirlwind of thoughts of what would be behind this door is it salvation or suffering but I had to push through. I then slowly held the handle and opened the door. I was expecting a group of scientists or like soldiers all lined up or researching but I was met with a rather anticlimactic sight, I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. It was just a metal corridor leading to the outside world.
How did I know it was the outside world? It was because I felt a gentle breeze hit my body.
'So this will be the first time I'm going outside in 16 years… you could practically call me a NEET'
I then looked back at the white room and the pod, my prison, my torture chamber. Even amongst the myriad of emotions I want to kill whoever imprisoned me in that pod, I couldn't feel more glad leaving this place, to venture out and give retribution by ripping their spines out. I then took the leap of faith and walked into the metal corridor.
As I kept walking, I soon realised to my dismay, it was quite chilly and I was naked. Not a good combination. I was just hoping I could find some clothes. I continued to walk the corridor until in the distance I saw what looked to be a black altar and behind it… freedom the outside world… I saw the stars. I ran towards it, I felt joy, happiness and relief emotions I thought I had long forgotten.
As I closed the distance, the black altar was the only thing which stood in my way of freedom. It was up to my abdomen, it was matte black and it had an inscription as well as a ring on it. The ring was also black, I think I'm seeing a recurring theme here.
'Why is everything either white or black…?'
I brush my opinions to the side and observe the inscription and after reading it… I had no idea what to feel.
[ You've woken up and most likely awakened ]
[ Take the storage ring ]
[ It's contents will aid you ]
[ All will be explained ]
[ Stay safe ]
[ I will find you ]
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"What… stay safe?" I scoffed. "You fucking tortured me… and now you're telling me to stay safe? Fuck you…"
I stared at the ring. A simple, black band. It looked safe harmless.
But so did the prison pod…
"Hah… I don't have a fucking choice do I…"
I reluctantly take the cold black band of metal and fit it on the middle finger of my right hand. As a way of saying 'Fuck You'. The sleek black band contorted to fit the width of my finger. It was now quite comfortable to wear. I then looked at it for a good moment and it struck me.
'Storage ring?!... Those magical storage things in web novels and webtoons… How the fuck am I meant to use this?!'
It then finally hit me. How on earth am I meant to use it? I then started to think about all of the web novels I had read whenever I had the chance to escape from Richard's torture to my quarters. Us slaves workers in the Hoffmire Family were given a phone for emergency purposes and only for that… so I secretly read web novels on it when I was in my quarters.
I was bored okay!
'Those mc's normally like inject their mana into the ring and voila they get their shit… how the fuck do I use mana…'
I had reached a conundrum. I had no clue how to proceed beyond this because I couldn't just fuck off outside since it's cold as shit and I don't wanna die of hypothermia on my first day in the real world. I then sat down on the floor and leaned back on the black altar as I contemplated.
After about 5 minutes, I had a realization. After I had snapped Richard's neck in the trail, I felt this warm sensation in my chest, that may have been my body accepting mana. So I then closed my eyes and started to breathe deeply and search for this warm sensation in my chest area.
I kept searching non-stop, making sure every breath I took was deep, making sure my mind was clear I didn't want my emotions to get in the way. Then suddenly… I felt a familiar warmth, it was not as intense as it was but I knew I was getting closer so I fucking persisted. I wasn't going to let anything get in the way of my goal, my retribution, not even my lack of knowledge.
I intensified my ministrations as much as I could and the warmth intensified ten-fold. It felt as if I had a space heater in my chest. I was so focused that beads of sweat had begun to form on my forehead. I moved on to the next step: moving that warmth to the ring. With another deep breath, I sharpened my focus and moved that warmth. As it started to move, I felt as if a snake was travelling from my beating heart, along the length of my right arm, to my finger.
It only took seconds but the intensity of focus I had made it feel like hours. As the tendril of warmth reached my middle finger, I moved it into the ring and within a fraction of a second I heard a gentle
Ping.
I wiped the sweat which had formed on my forehead and opened my eyes. Before me was a familiar black holographic tablet floating in the air with titanium white text.
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[ STORAGE RING ]
[ { OWNER } ANONYMOUS ]
{ -CONTENTS- }
[ WHISPER OF ROT { TREASURE OF EMINENCE } ]
[ VEIL OF THE FADING WHISPER { TREASURE OF EMINENCE } ]
[ 35*NUTRIENT CUBES ]
[ SPATIAL WATER BOTTLE - 500 LITRES ]
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"Did I read that right… 500 FUCKING LITRES! WHAT?!"
When I had finished reading the contents of the tablet, I almost passed out from shock. I had no clue what a 'Whisper of Rot' or a 'Veil of the Fading Whisper' is but… Whoever this fucker is… left me a water bottle that can hold up to 500 LITRES!
But although that was mind blowing… I was even more confused by the intentions of this sick individual that left me all this, this 'benefactor'. I didn't know whether this was to manipulate me just like Richard or to actually help me… but why would they help me, why would they help after robbing me of my childhood, my life, my happiness, all gone thanks to this benefactor… I knew I would find them one day and I'll make them tell me everything even if I have to force it out of them and torture them.
At any cost.
Whatever this sick fuck is trying, I knew this…
Whoever this so-called benefactor is…
They want something from me because you never get anything for free in this fucked-up world we live in. I know that for a fact and if they want to use me like a slave, I'll fucking kill them.
I was hesitant but curious to see what my 'benefactor' or I'd rather call them as torturers left for me. The main reason is because if I take it, I'd owe them something and I don't need that burden. I then looked to the exit and saw the stars; felt the bitter cold gale stinging my sensitive pale skin. Reminding me of how weak I really am in this world I've woken up in.
"Brrr… it's so cold…"
I reluctantly decided on taking the items left by this 'benefactor'. I trepidatiously clicked the item that was on the top of the contents list of the ring. The 'Whisper of Rot'. The label glowed white as the text went black and–.
Vuamm
In front of my eyes, a bright conglomerate of particles converged in an epicentre. It slowly shaped itself into a short curved blade, it was no shorter than 60cm (2ft in American). The bright light then dimmed to reveal a small looking katana (if our boy Kerrigan was well versed in weaponry, he would know that it is called a wakizashi). The sheath was a dark midnight black, I'm seeing a recurring theme here, as well as the handle which had a grey rope tied to it, finally another colour other than black and white.
'My benefactor really likes the colours black and white… a lot'
A part of me was hesitant to take the weapon, it felt too good to be true. Like who would just give a sick-ass looking katana to anyone for FREE! Whoever this 'benefactor is… they're trying to manipulate butter me up. But I can't refuse… I have no choice. Who knows what's out there, I'm good at hand to hand combat thanks to my training with the butler, but with this weak body I doubt I can do anything and since everything feels like a fantasy novel… There are probably inhuman creatures trying to eat my guts while I am still breathing me.
I held the weapon in my hands and my eyes widened. I could feel a warm sensation from it, like how mana felt in my body. This weapon was strong… I carefully unsheathed the mini-katana, after 5 minutes of struggle, revealing a pristine damascus steel blade. Calling it beautiful was a fucking understatement and it's blade, from a glance I could tell how sharp it was. I then sheathed the blade and moved on to the next item.
'Veil of the Fading Whisper'... Damn that name sounds cool.
I again clicked on that item and particles of light once again began to conglomerate. This time into something larger.
'No wait… is that…'
What I had been praying to find, to have, to cherish the most. It was clothing… I don't think I've ever been this happy to finally have some clothing, it was so cold here. The bright light slowly started to fade once again, this time revealing a set of black clothing, similar to a ninja's get up (If Kerrigan was more knowledgeable he would know that it was called a shinobi shozoku).
'Black again… whoever this is, I know their favorite color is black… eh who cares finally I don't have to be naked anymore!'
I practically jumped in joy, I grabbed the attire with efficiency and without skipping a beat I put that shit on. Finally, some warmth. The fabric on the outside was a stark contrast to the inside, its fabric was rough and rugged on the outside but on the inside it was soft and velvety. It was a pleasant feeling, I haven't felt this happy in a long time.
'Thanks… I guess… but still fuck you Benefactor' I reluctantly thought.
Even though this person was most likely responsible for my torture pain and suffering, credit had to be given where credit was due. I kind of cringed after thanking him in my head because I now 'owed' them… that thought made me feel sick. Why? It made me feel like a slave and reminded me of… Richard. I don't ever want to be reminded of that.
I'm still terrified, I'm terrified that this is all a cruel dream and I'll wake up in the devil's pit Hoffmire household.
After getting all the fitting right, I was now clad in the 'Veil of the Fading Whisper' and had the 'Whisper of Rot' equipped on my waist. I looked and felt like a killer protagonist. I took a deep breath and reminded myself of what my path will be from now onwards.
I needed to know why…
I needed to know who did this…
I needed to find them and…
I needed to kill them.
Most important of all…
fuck everyone and fuck this world and the fates…
They also played a part in all of this…
And I was going to do whatever I want— however I want— whenever I want.
I was going to do everything in my power to live just to spite them all.