This giant place was driving me crazy and it seems like, the status window is fading and going to break.
Just now I realised, this huge entity where I am is the one who created and is currently using the system. I curiously asked this being in mind, I mean of course it would be one of my skill.
While they tied me to some chains, the strange being who was also my master standing among the sages noticed me.
But he somehow allowed me to converse with Rakshasa for the first and last time.
I asked directly, "Why are you doing this, and what is the reason for you to create system if all you needed was feed?"
He responded in a dead voice, as if the final words of a person on deathbed.
"I don't have a purpose, after all the suffering I caused all the world, I can't even repent over what is already done.
I hate to say this, but even I an abomination was once a pure human. To find that part, I made system."
"After years, I understood causality and it's meaning and use. I created a system in an unlawful and broken world.
The old system was nothingness as it was being given birth, working and getting used and finally ending itself on its own behalf and all the consequences of what every single organism has done."
It was a disaster, hearing him say those things melted my heart and a strong ache,
Oh my heart is pierce. Wait, is this a cult?
I saw a movie once that they drain the blood of sacrifice first before offering it to gods or burn them alive.
My blood reached the altar like place, actually an altar was created where I was trained. Me losing my blood made me realise how weak I truly am.
The blood and flesh of a human body was something that is needed for the body to function, but these are just tools.
Right now, my brain was thinking of blood as an HP bar more, but less like a ingredient of living.
My mind was becoming more and more logical and straight forwarded. I could understand that this reasoning will lead to me becoming unstable in emotions and feelings.
I didn't scream, my pain was vanished yet death felt near. The hope I had was, the safety of my friends.
I wonder what happened to Chroma, he is in army here, will he be controlling the crowd?
So then, I saw a sharp light being aimed at me, or at the altar I will say. The sharp light was blood itself in the form of beam at a very high speed, enough to slice through aluminium.
The smell of blood felt familiar, am I becoming a hound or something who can trace scents even of blood.
Yet, I knew deep down. It was Sam, Heathen and Kora. Even maybe the green haired boy.
Sam was strong, stronger than ever and maybe even the strongest around here.
My strength was never the first one, and now even not is Grade called 'Strong'.
Kora grabbed and through his undead and thrown me into the sky in the hands of Heathen. She was looking kind of different.
My word, the team was stronger and yet me.
I lost weight in the meantime, right?
I could feel, the rage directed on the sages and maybe even on the Rakshasa.
But I am sure that this rage is not because of me, but an unknown factor I have no knowledge of.
Heathen then faced me while carrying, wait she is a spirit so how can she carry me. I mean wouldn't her spirit form loose me?
She said, "Listen carefully, I have something to tell."