The night was quiet when Kael and his group carried the old woman's body outside. The village had no lights burning, no one came to see them. It was as if the world itself turned its back on this house.
They dug the grave under a large oak tree. The earth was heavy, the shovel biting into it slowly. Nobody spoke. The sound of dirt being moved was the only thing filling the night air.
When the grave was ready, Kael walked forward. He bent down, lifting his mother's body carefully. She felt so light in his arms, as if the years had already taken half of her weight before the sword did the rest.
He lowered her into the ground, his jaw tight. Memories flickered again — her laugh, the smell of stew, her hand fixing the collar of his shirt before he went out for training. He hadn't lived these moments, but they struck his chest as if he had.
One of his men whispered, "Leader… do you want us to say something?"
Kael shook his head. His voice was steady, though quiet.
"No words will bring her back. Let the silence be her prayer."
He picked up a handful of dirt, letting it fall slowly over her body. The sound of the earth covering her was heavier than any scream. The others followed, helping until the grave was full.
When it was done, Kael stood there for a long moment, staring at the mound of earth.
Inside, he thought: I never knew her. Yet I feel the old Kael's love for her, and now I carry his pain too. This grief isn't just his… it's mine now.
The group waited for him to move, but Kael finally turned, his face unreadable.
"Let's rest. Tomorrow, we begin."
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That night, they stayed in the ruined house. The others kept to one corner, giving Kael the hall where the fire once burned. He lay on the floor, staring at the wooden ceiling.
The note from Okatu burned in his mind. The memory of his mother's smile ached in his chest. And the anger — the cold, sharp anger — sat heavy in his stomach.
Before sleep took him, he whispered into the dark, "I'll carry your memory. And I'll carry your revenge."
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The morning came slowly. Sunlight pushed through the cracks in the roof. Kael's eyes opened, and for a moment he forgot where he was.
Then he sat up quickly. His body felt… different. Lighter. Stronger.
He looked down at his hands. The scars across his knuckles were gone. The cuts on his arm — vanished. Even the old wounds that had followed him for years as an assassin — smooth, clean skin now covered them.
"What…?" he whispered, pulling at his shirt to check his chest and back. Every mark, every scar, was gone.
One of his men entered the room, yawning. He stopped when he saw Kael staring at himself. "Leader? What's wrong?"
Kael didn't answer at first. He touched his side where a deep scar once lived, running his hand over the smooth skin again and again. His heartbeat raced.
Finally, he muttered, almost to himself, "My body… it healed. Overnight. Every wound. Every scar."
The man frowned. "That's not possible. No one heals like that."
Kael stood, his voice low but sharp.
"Exactly. Which means something happened… something I don't understand."
For the first time since burying his mother, his anger was mixed with another feeling — confusion, and a small spark of fear.
The smell of warm bread and stew pulled Kael from his thoughts. One of the men walked in carrying a wooden tray.
"Leader," the man said softly, setting it down near him. "You didn't eat last night. At least take this."
Kael gave a small nod. His mind was too heavy for conversation. "Thank you."
The man lingered for a moment, then decided not to ask questions. He quietly stepped out of the room, leaving Kael alone again.
Kael sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the food but not touching it. His hand brushed over his skin, smooth and unscarred. How can this be real? he thought. A body doesn't just erase its wounds overnight.
As he reached for the cup of water, something impossible happened.
A faint light shimmered before his eyes, like glass catching sunlight. Then a transparent screen popped up in mid-air, glowing faintly.
Kael froze.
"What the hell…?"
Words began to write themselves across the screen:
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Power System Activated
Player body fully healed.
Name – Kael Draven
Age – 24
Mana – Limited and low
Strength – Full
Lust Power – Half
Unlocked Skills
Bloodfire Slash – Turns his own blood into flaming blades; stronger the wound, stronger the attack.
Monster Creator – Can create monstrous servants using corpses or his own mana.
Soul Breaker – Damages not just the body but the enemy's soul, leaving them weak and terrified.
Healing
Devour & Restore – By drinking blood or absorbing life-force, he heals instantly.
Cursed Blessing – Can heal an ally, but the healed person gains a hidden curse that weakens later.
Phoenix Ember – Rarely, he can burn himself to heal fully, rising stronger.
Mind Control Powers
Obedience Seal – A mark placed on someone that forces them to follow his commands.
Sensory Destroyer – Removes all five senses from enemies for a few seconds, leaving them helpless.
Fear Domination – Enemies struck by his gaze feel crushing fear and submit.
Dream Invader – Enters people's dreams, planting commands or corrupting them.
Lust Power
Euphoria Touch – With a single touch, he can make victims feel overwhelming pleasure, lowering their guard.
Succubus's Gift – Gains stamina and power the more sex he has, even learning powers from partners.
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Kael's breath caught in his throat. He reached out, but his hand passed through the glowing screen as if it were smoke.
"This… this can't be real," he muttered. "What kind of sorcery is this?"
His heart raced. None of this matched the old Kael's memories. Assassins didn't have glowing screens handing out power like a game. This was something else. Something tied to him — the new soul inside this body.
He whispered the words to himself, testing them.
"Bloodfire Slash… Monster Creator… Soul Breaker…"
The names felt heavy, dangerous, alive. He clenched his fists, a strange hunger stirring inside him.
Then his eyes landed on the last part — Lust Power. He frowned deeply.
"Pleasure as a weapon… power through sex? Tch." He shook his head, but couldn't deny the pull of it.
The screen slowly faded until the room was empty again. Kael sat there, staring at the air.
One thought filled his mind now, stronger than confusion, stronger than fear.
If this power is mine… I'll use it. For revenge. For survival. And for her.
His Body absorbed His mother blood for healing.