Thren sat on the ground next to the body, taking slow deep breaths.
Shouldn't I at least feel remorse or something.
The sentinels were masked and sort of looked like monsters, so he could excuse not feeling anything, but this. He looked at Adrians face, his eyes wide as if unable to accept what happened even in death.
This was technically his first kill, considering aberrants were not human. That wasn't right there were those sentinels. But still, he felt nothing, no fear, no anger, nothing.
Thren exhaled deeply and shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind.
He had to move now, it was miracle that no one had actually came into the tunnel. I'd rather not push my luck, but...
He looked towards Adrians body, specifically his clothes. He looked down on himself, his ragged clothes covered in blood, dirt, grime and something else.
Definitely not a good look.
He quickly took off the coat, waistcoat and shirt, but before he took off the trouser he paused.
Sorry but I have no respect for the death, he pulled the trouser off.
Thren quickly slipped into the clothes. He felt quite sharp and Porsche, of course his face was still covered in blood and the trouser was a bit too long.
He quickly wiped his face with the shirt before wearing the waistcoat over it, to hide trace. He took one more look at Adrian, his eyes wide even in death.
Thren kneeled and calmly closed his eyes, then He turned and dashed off, towards the entrance area.
Escape from then was easier than expected. Due to the panic from His reanimated body, the entrance was quite packed with people struggling to escape. So their was little time to check identities.
Afterwards the system pinged him of quest completion, which was unexpected considering there was a crowd.
I guess it only applies to those who recognize him.
Speaking of identities, Thren finally confirmed his. No that was not correct, it was more of whoose body he was occupying as he stared at the reflection in the glass of the gigantic clock.
Dark hair, average height, a lean build, dull grey eyes that looked blind at first sight.
Yep definitely Aurelio's body. He calmly touched his face to confirm if it was actually real.
Thren sighed and sat on the cold metallic floor of the clock tower still staring at the reflection. Disbelief in his eyes which were not supposed to see.
He had guessed the possibility, but Aurelio was blind so he wasn't quite convinced.
But now, it was definitely Aurelio's face staring back at him.
He felt sadness at fates cruel joke, thrusting him into the body of someone who had never hit anyone in his life. Someone who was more of a beautiful and peaceful soul.
He always wanted to be an artist. He looked down at his hands.
To use this hands to create something beautiful... to entertain.
And in less than a day he had already tainted them with blood.
I guess that answers the question of whether the soul makes the body or vice versa.
He took another deep breath and laid down on the cold floor. It all felt so wrong.
No wonder he wasn't able to kill the sentinel with one hit. Sure my body isn't neophyte yet, but I was pretty strong.
He lifted his hands once more. They were so smooth, free from calluses, and small.
He covered his eyes, eyes which were not supposed to be seeing. But the system must have healed it. To create the perfect vessel for revenge of course.
So a being or something took over my body and I somehow end up in my little brother's body.
"Great," Thren dragged a hand across his face. He should be feeling rage but all he felt was sadness.
Speaking of which, his reanimated body had not actually destroyed Gunlag as expected, but just stayed floating and then all of a sudden it just disappeared, leaving the city in high alerts, the tension was actually palpable in the air.
But I'd deal with that later. For now...
"System?"
Instantly a red screen appeared in front of him.
He waved a hand in front, trying to touch the screen but there was nothing tangible to touch.
Pretty amazing, the culmination of the will of humanity huh.
He quickly took a look at the changes since he woke up, considering there was a sync level up a few times from kills or something.
[Sync level 5 achieved
You have being deemed worthy to access skills and voice]
«EXTINCTION SYSTEM
Directive: Slay the Gods
Bearer: Threnos
Title: Vengeful Blade
Specie: Human???
Designation : Blade [Remember this, you need nothing more]
Sync Level: 5 — Unaligned [You draw closer to...]
Sync Rate: 7% [ Do you understand what you are?]
Cores (orbs): 1
Inclination: ???
Essence: 46/46
Saturation: 23%
Will fragments: 10/100
Willpower(WLP) : 50/50 [How much can you bear?]
Resolve (RSL): 20/20 [How deep will you dig?]
Carnage (CRE): 8/11 [How much destruction can you bring?]
Stamina: 42/50
Dissonance cap: WLP x 2
Voices
Skills
Quests»
Looking over the screen, a few things had changed. There were a few he could deduce there meaning himself.
Sync level should be like a ladder or level up as grandma used to say.
And will fragments should be those experience or something.
Cores should be my essence core, signifying my level. Based on this I should be at Neophyte level.
But aside from this few, all he had were questions. The stats or should he even consider them that looked straightforward. But why choose them and not the usual strength, speed or endurance.
The more he looked, the more questions he came up with.
But most disturbing of all were those comments.
Were they questions, statements, or just put there to mess with him.
Or were they something else, something deeper, a path to power or destruction.
And why were there question marks in front of his humanity.
So many questions and there was no manual.
[They're hints]
A monotonous voice rang in his head.
Thren quickly sat up. What was that.
"System?"
"Is that you?"
[Or you]
What the hell was that supposed to mean. Or you.
"Are you messing with me?"
There was no response. Thren sighed, fine then.
"What do you mean hints?"
[Do I need to define hint?]
The voice replied without a hint of emotion.
"I meant what do you mean by hint?"
But there was no response.
Thren looked over the screen once more, but no matter how many times he went over the screen he couldn't exactly determine what they were hints for.
All he could deduce was the system was questioning his identity.
And so was he.
Am I even human?