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I Cultivate Fear Itself

Gravemind
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I had it all. Money. Power. Influence. People feared my name, and I could have anything I desired. Except happiness. Perhaps it was my mind, too sharp for a dull, predetermined world. Perhaps it was the urges I never could have realized due to society being as it is. Either way, boredom consumed me. My whole being. So, I ended it. Pills. Whiskey. Darkness. But death was not my end. It was my invitation. A new world. A new path. A cultivation that feeds on fear itself. This new beginning made me realize what true happiness really is... Watching others tremble. If you like my work, you can support me on my Patreon - Gravemind_Author
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Chapter 1 - The End That Wasn’t

They say if you work hard enough, you can achieve anything.

So I did. I worked harder than anyone.

So why... Why can't I achieve the only thing I ever wanted?

Happiness.

Something so simple, yet always so far away from reach.

There was never a moment where I felt like I was close to it.

Not even once.

This god-forgotten world... No matter where you look, it's always the same.

One person has everything, while others fight for their scraps.

I used to be like them...

Now, even though I'm successful, rich, even feared – the only thing I don't have is happiness.

If I were to describe my life, it would be one word, boredom.

''Perhaps that's why I'm in the situation I am in now...''

I look at the bottle of pills in my hand.

My hand is stable, my gaze focused.

''They say people prefer physical pain over boredom.''

With one last chuckle, I open the bottle, stir the pills within, and bring them closer to my mouth.

''I came from nothingness, and that's where I'd rather be. Until never.''

With that, I swallow one pill after another.

Holding my favorite whiskey in my other hand, helping me push them through.

''How many is this now... 15? 20?''

I look down at the bottle.

With my vision becoming increasingly dizzy, it's hard to tell how many are left.

Nonetheless, I continue.

''Almost there... Don't give up now, my dear body. If I pass out now, I will surely survive and wake up in a hospital bed. With my luck, in a vegetative state, unable to do this again...''

Pill by pill, I keep going until I can no longer feel anything in the bottle.

My vision so blurred I can barely make shapes of things.

''Even at the end of the line, I feel nothing.''

With one last sip of my whiskey, I lay down on my back, close my eyes, and patiently wait for my end.

''The pain is there... But why am I still conscious?''

I shake my head weakly, a weird smile forming on my lips.

''To the very end, nothing goes as planned.''

After a few minutes, I feel my eyelids getting heavier.

My breath becoming weaker and softer with every moment.

''F...Finally...''

As I feel my consciousness fading away, something flashes in front of my eyes.

[DING!]

[System Detected: FEAR-ENGINE v1.0]

[Host Qualification: ERROR - MEASUREMENT IMPOSSIBLE ▸ QUALIFIED]

[Initialization Cost: 1x Life of an Intelligent Being ▸ REQUIRED]

[Suitable Targets: 1]

[Bind to Host? ▸ YES / NO]

''What is this...? A hallucination...?''

With a smirk, i reach out to the floating window in front of me before my consciousness finally leaves me.

[DING!]

[Initialization Completed]

[Cost: Price paid in full]

[Status: Host's bodily functions ▸ NONE]

[Warning: Host unsuitable for continued operation]

[Attempting host transfer ▸ ERROR]

[Reconfirming cost ▸ Price paid in full ▸ ERROR]

[Reinitializing process ▸ ERROR]

[Reconfirming cost ▸ Price paid in full ▸ ERROR]

[Analizing options...]

[NOTE: Transferring host consciousness to compatible vessel ▸ SUCCESS]

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