Ughh… where am I?
Morca felt a sharp, unbearable pain splitting through his head. For a second, everything was a blur, shapes and shadows smeared together as dizziness clung to him like a thick fog.
The only thing he could make out was the bright white ceiling light. As his vision gradually adjusted, he realized he could only see from his right eye; the left side of his vision was pitch black.
A strange emotion, one he had never felt before, crept over him, a deep fear of the unknown.
He tried to move his hands, but to his horror, he couldn't budge a single muscle. The only thing he could move was his right eyeball.
"This is bad… why can't I see with my left eye?" Morca let out a low grunt, unable to muster the strength to move his left eye at all.
"As if…"
The thought of being blind made him smile bitterly. He was blind now. All thanks to the heavens…
After some time, as he calmed himself, fragmented memories surfaced in his mind, from the moment he entered the so-called Evolution Ascension Trial to when he slew the last of the four envoys. His downfall had been caused by his own overconfidence.
That glowing figure… calling him "Descendant of the Cursed One." The words were etched into his mind. He swore to repay them manyfold.
And then, there was the blankness. That terrifying void he felt before everything went dark. And now, he was here, in this strange room, missing an eye.
Suddenly, another flood of memories surged into his brain. Memories that were not his own.
Coincidentally, this body's name was also Morca.
This Morca had only average martial talent, a curse for someone born into one of the seven ancient families of Eden. His family was filled with powerful figures; business tycoons, awakened warriors, and heroes of mankind, their cultivation profound.
Among the elite bloodline, he was looked down upon. If not for his mysterious yet influential older brother, who dominated the business world, he was certain he would be treated worse than a stray dog.
As for his blind left eye… he had no memory of how it happened. It was as if he had been born that way. His family called him "The One-Eyed Librarian Fool." He never denied it because, for years, all he did was visit the library daily, deepening his knowledge while hiding his eye under an eyepatch.
The reason his body was so weak now was that he had just undergone the first process of awakening, the Rolex Ring Battle.
It was a brutal trial where all youths between 15 and 18 fought, pushing their bodies beyond their limits. They shattered their muscles, widened their meridians, and strained their brain cells, all in hopes of awakening their unique traits or classes in the second stage, the Constitutive Divine Pool.
Rustle. Step. Step.
Morca shifted his right eyeball toward the door, luckily, it was within his line of sight.
A young man, seemingly in his early 30s, stepped in. His flowing sky... blue hair shimmered under the light, his piercing crimson eyes radiating boundless knowledge. His long black business suit exuded elegance, complementing the calm and imposing aura around him.
He was, undeniably, handsome.
After walking a few meters closer, he dragged the only chair in the room toward the bed and sat beside the bandaged Morca.
"You fool," he grumbled, his voice laced with both discontent and concern. "You almost made me look like a bad elder brother, unable to protect you."
His tone darkened as he continued, "What did I tell you before you entered the battle ring? 'Step down if you can't handle it.' But what did you do instead? You laid there, letting yourself get beaten half to death."
His fists clenched as if resisting the urge to hit Morca himself. He remembered that moment clearly. Right before Morca climbed the platform, he had warned him:
"If you can't handle it, step down. No one will dare bully you if you withdraw."
Yet, Morca had done the opposite. He had remained on the floor, beaten into pulp, so close to death that he had actually died. That was why the current Morca was here.
Morca didn't want to answer this man. But when he saw the genuine concern on his face, he found himself speaking before he could stop himself.
"Sorry, brother."
He didn't know if he was apologizing to the man in front of him or the other brother, the one from his past life. The one who had died at the hands of the Heavenly Titan Court's envoy.
A single tear slid down his cheek.
He silently vowed to avenge his fallen brother.
The man, Emmett Lee Sherman, his elder brother, blinked in surprise at the unexpected apology.
Without a word, he retrieved a small bottle from his storage ring. Inside was a golden, transparent liquid.
"Drink this. It'll take about five minutes to heal your wounds."
With that, he bent over and carefully fed Morca the medicine.
Morca swallowed the thick, gooey liquid. A strange, gulping sound echoed in his throat as an intense warmth spread through his body.
Instantly, he felt the medicine's effects. His wounds began to mend at an astonishing speed.
Satisfied, Emmett Lee stood up and tossed a piece of the letter to the side of the bed.
"Go through the letter after you've finished healing, and don't forget to come to the Constitutive Divine Awakened Pool tomorrow for your awakening," he said.
With a slam, he left, leaving Morca undisturbed.
Morca didn't care about his brother's last words, something far more important was happening at that moment...
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A/N
The MC maybe blind now but the secret it's contain will excited you...
Just add it to library and keep reading