* Clatter, Clatter, Clatter *
The sound produced by the hoofs of racing horses reverberated throughout the southwest area of a particular jungle.
" I shall search, I shall ravage for unusual conclusions, a uncertainty has occurred, the disappearance of an entire horde of Awakened Rarities, beings capable of eradicating this entire settlement in a matter of seconds, IMPOSSIBLE! " a commanding voice barked.
" They couldn't have just vanished in thin air " the voice continued and a shimmering sword casted an annoying light into Lucian's eyes, ' And to think that a tall tree was a way to get away from their stupidity ' he sighed.
Along the narrow tracks of the Himal Jungle a platoon of chain mail armoured knights could be seen ransacking the jungle's depths, in search of a mere legend.
The commander, a young handsome lad with blonde hair and a well chiseled face which screamed pride and ego and a braggart by making, while others wore helmets but this guy was walking though death's bus stop with an authentic bus ticket by not wearing one.
In this hell were a little bee could lead to ones demise.
Casting a hood over his head Lucian watched form the tree tops as the well armoured horses raged through the closely building jungle terrain, Lucian himself was in search of the saviour from his certain demise.
The knights cladded with an armour which held the symbol of the church, a red stylishly draw cross, stopping at a few feets away from Lucian's hiding tree they were instructed by their commander to split up.
Lucian scoffed at their naivety.
This had everything to do with Lucian but he didn't care and hopped away avoiding the inhabitants of the hellish jungle, unbeknownst to him a lot of reactions would occur leading to greater problems in the future.
He doved for the next tree successfully grabbing onto a branch and propelling himself with a swing to another tree.
A dead man lay beheaded and eviscerated, blood and guts dreached everything in it's path as it flowed freshly from the deceased body initiating a death that happened a few moments before.
The head which was forceful ripped off it's body helf it's regret filled eyes opened as it's body which lay a few feets away tightly clenched it's blade in it's pale hands.
His horse had sadly meet the same fate as it's master although it's cause of death was impalement by the limbs of a great Lag Beatle.
Their bodies lay awaiting to serve the purpose of their uncanny death, from their uniform Lucian knew they belonged to the braggart's squad, he jumped down from his tree and plundered the dead man before continuing his journey home.
Multiple instances later he was at the top of his humble prison with a pocket watch clicked open in his palms, 9:31, he was early.
Breathing a sigh of relief he left himself to gravity and allowed it to drop him into his safe garden, * BOOM *, a crater formed as his body hit the ground.
Standing unaffected, he failed to notice he wasn't hurt at all from the full and he didn't even feel the pain, nevertheless the thought of return home occupied the spaces of any other thing in his mind.
A thought that was soon eraced.
[ Ding! ]
[ Technique : Energy Turbulence < Unlocked > ]
[ Form : Undead God < Unlocked > ]
[ System Initialization : 75/100% < Survival > ]
[ System Initialization : 100/100% < Vanquish > ]
[ System Initialization commences ]
[ System Error… ]
[ System Error… ]
[ System Error… ]
[ System Error… ]
[ Host is labeled too weak and young to unlock full system, Thus a demo has been issued ]
[ 3:51:3:6:23:59:55 ]
' What the fuck ' Lucian thought to himself, what did it mean weak, who was weak, his punches were more devastating than missiles, what level of strength did it need him to reach.
After all the holographic messages disappeared a small square icon hung at the corner of Lucian's view, barely noticeable but as eminent as a distraction.
He dropped his previously plundered items which were tied in a rug sack and slung over his shoulders through out his adventure home.
Getting rid of this clothes he ran completely naked across the garden and when he reached his destination he plunged his dirty self into the hot pond.
* Ahhhh *
He exclaimed, a patch of dirt appeared on the surface of the water and spread throughout the pond before vanishing.
Now relaxed he could think.
[ Name : Lucian Azen Zane ]
[ Race : Personified Tribrid ]
[ Form : Embodied Immortal ]
[ Transformation : None ]
[ Embodiments : Trinity Visional { Light, Darkness, Shadow } ]
[ Techniques : Primordial Enhancement, Energy Turbulence, Photographic Memory, Eidetic Kinesthesia ]
Lucian's jaw dropped, this was the reason for his unnatural growth and he hadn't even reached the top yet, he had to start thinking ahead, but before that he had to escape this place first.
And he had five days and a few hours left.
Exiting the pond after fully cleansing his body of dirt, he enjoyed his loneliness but walking stark naked to his room to dress himself.
After that he returned to the garden as a sane person, shoving all the childish thoughts aside he pondered about the information given by the system.
Initially he thought it was a spell sent against him to disrupt his mind but now he understood it was a medium which helped him grasp the true meaning of his existence.
With all the blurry memories that haunted him was he a being of the past, was he reviewing an unforseen future or a dead perishing past.
He had to uncover more, needless he had to be stronger as the system suggested or he would be crushed by monsters like his father or Amelia.
He walked over to his belongings he dropped at the foot of the fence and sat on the shade of the fence.
Casting his torn trousers aside he folded the leather tunic and sleeveless hooded cloak, saving the best part for the last he opened his rug sack and drew out a sheathed blade.
* Oh Ho Ho *
He chuckled unsheathing the one and a half meter long blade, it's silver metal casting a hypnotic poison into the mind of battle maniac Lucian.
He longed for the felling of slicing something into two equal halves, a corruptive thought spread through his mind like a dying whisper ' Return to the Forest ', but he had to restrict himself form any stupid thought.
He returned the beautifully crafted blade back into it's scabbard and set it aside, he removed a pouch of an unknown heavy metal and finally a chain mail armor.
They weren't that strong as a full iron armour but this could protect in many ways, he felt this item would be useful in a later future so he returned it back into it's rug sack together with it's sword and pouch of unknown metals.
He did this because the gate to his prison had been opened, he walked to the house opened the backyard door which lead to the kitchen and tossed the rug sack into it.
Before he could close the door a group shadows ran passed him, ' Weak Amateurs ' he said turning to nearly bump into a tall imposing figure.
Standing a few centimeters away from him, was a scent he despised for years, " Why the fuck are you in my private space " he said leaping backwards, he stepped on the backyard door and flipped across the figure and landed gracefully behind her.
He finally leaped again creating some distance between both of them.
" Well times for the final test faggot, or as I like to call it ' The Last Standoff " Sasha Said, confirming his latest hunch.