“Hah, hah, hah,”
From where I hid, I could see the wounded hound gasping for air. In front of this man, oozing with a bloodthirsty aura, was a feral mountain lion who wanted him dead. Around him were the warm corpses of his friends.
“Hmm,”
I hummed, wondering how things had come to this. The world had changed. Or perhaps, I was transported into this new world.
I had no way to verify which one it was at the moment.
Certainly, uncertainty was the main emotion that swamped my mind, given that I had made quite the radical wish — and that wish had come true without me realizing it.
[Name: Athelei]
[Title: Ambrosia, □□□□□□ □□ □□□ □□□□□□]
[Age: 16]
[Level: 0]
[Class: N/A]
[Rank: N/A]
It had been about a week since I first saw these words floating in front of my eyes. It was a jarring experience, that was for sure.
Suddenly finding myself in the middle of a medieval city, wearing clothes that clearly did not suit the era, made me quite the target. A few thieves wanted to see what riches I held.
They would come to find that I owned nothing of interest other than my weird clothes — the school uniform that I always wore.
“Tsk, what a waste of fucking time,”
Everytime my injuries throbbed, I recalled their voices. Luckily, I had a way of exacting revenge. And oh did I want revenge.
It was fairly simple. Especially after I realized where I was.
No, that’s not exactly it…
It’s better to say that I felt energized after I realized what world I was currently in.
So, I tracked them down, laced their food with poison, and now, the last of their lot was about to meet his end.
—AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
—Crunch—
This particular guy’s screams were very much music to my ears. He was the bastard who had the audacity to target my face and groin. Even when I was curled up into a ball, begging for mercy, he continued to rain down bludgeoning damage upon me.
Now, I was blessed with the opportunity to watch him die to a brutal beast.
‘Fun,’
I chuckled, turning away from the scene feeling refreshed and relaxed.
However, I did not allow myself to relax. Especially since this was the world I created.
[All Things Will Have A Horrible End]
These words that I had written, whispered by the many souls this world had damned before my arrival, was an incessant ringing in my ears. Many know not of this tendency of the universe. Mortality was there merely for my entertainment.
Sigh.
It was indeed entertaining — only when I had the power to see all those tragedies from afar. Safe, in my own humble abode, with a cup of tea and some biscuits by the warm fire. On Christmas Eve, watching the snow settle down into a white expanse outside.
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Not when I was living in it, suffering, having to shit and shower inside an unsanitary bathroom that wreaked havoc upon my nostrils.
Now I know exactly how my characters felt.
[Avaricious Grace]
Something gained only by those greedy for power and riches. A title birthed by the conscious universe itself.
It was a luxury given to evil.
A common trait that many of my strongest characters held.
***
“To seek power is the noblest of professions. The power to protect the weak! Avenge the afflicted! Seek justice for the damned!”
Bored, I watched as the Red Elephant Dojo trained their new recruits. It was another lazy morning today, and there wasn’t much I wanted to do at the moment. I had enough money from murdering those thugs to last me another week.
[Fourth Moon, Eighteenth Day]
It wasn’t until the next moon, a few days later, that the Eternal Pursuit Academy would open its doors for testing.
The story I had written had yet to begin.
I was thus in limbo.
[Name: Athelei]
[Title: Ambrosia, □□□□□□ □□ □□□ □□□□□□]
[Age: 16
[Level: 0]
[Class: N/A]
[Rank: N/A]
The screen that shone on my face was still there, reminding me of where I was. Looking over the dojo’s walls from the teashop, my eyes couldn’t help but scrutinize their technique.
[Name: Javi Ha]
[Age: 17]
It was a boy with brown hair and an ordinary appearance.
[Name: Louisse Felia]
[Age: 13]
A girl with basically the same.
[Name: Hu Silver]
[Age: 19]
[Name: Shal Silver]
[Age: 19]
And even some twins.
“No important characters have made their appearance yet.” I smacked my lips, checking the temperature of my tea.
It was no longer too hot that it would scald at first contact.
“Mm,”
I spent my day watching the children frolick. Observing the peddlers make their sales
To the people at the teashop, I was doing nothing. Only I knew that I was a hunter, stalking my prey.
One person had come to engage me in conversation.
[Name: Herver du’Atlier]
[Age: 192]
It was an old man, with long white hair that reached his back, and a beard of equal length. He sat opposite of me, swirling his tea and observing the city from afar.
“If you’re waiting for someone, you’re quite patient for a young man,” He had said with his eyes gazing into the distance. “Would it be alright if these old bones gave you some company?”
“It would be my pleasure, Senior,” Of course, I obliged, and we ended up discussing many things. Wisdom swirled in the depths of our gazes, unfathomable to others. Yet obvious to many.
“I never expected to hear such wisdom from someone so young,” Herver laughed, “You seem to be the type who spends much of their time buried in the scriptures of yore. How much have you read?”
“Enough,” I replied with a small smile. “I enjoy the stroke of the brush much more,”
“The stroke of the brush? So you’re a scribe! What have you written thus far? It would be quite enjoyable to have a copy of whatever your mind has created.”
I shook my head, “What I have created has long joined the forces of nature.”
My eyes flashed, avoiding any falsehood in my claims.
“However, you can see its contents in all things around you and within you.”
Herver raised a brow, “Ho? Impressive.”
He then stood up, his flowing white robes cascaded downwards.
“This old man has had quite the surprise today. I’m truly saddened by the arrival of its end.” Herver stretched his back, “Shall fate allow us to meet again, I shall brew us both a wonderful cup of tea.”
For the first time since Herver spoke to me, I met his gaze. His eyes were darker than the night. Holding all 192 years of his life within its borders.
I stood up with an amicable smile and bowed, “Then, ‘till we meet again, Senior.”
With a nod, Herver walked away, leaving me alone once more.
***
This was how I spent my days. Drinking tea and conversing with whoever would keep me company — from young men and women, to the older adults who simply wished to take a break from the hustle and bustle of life. All while awaiting the opportune moment as I’ve mentioned before, like a hunter stalking its prey.
Eventually, I was a small figure who had a sizable pinch of renown. The words that sprouted from my lips always seemed to carry a huge secret. However, there truly were no secrets. I simply enjoyed the philosophical perspectives that the people of my world had developed for themselves.
It was enlightening, how even though this universe doomed all its aspiring inhabitants to tragedy, the regular person was wholly unaffected.
They lived, laughed, and died.
Like all mortals did.
However, I have no reason to settle for such a life.
As its creator, I had my pride.
Thus, if I desired even the barest minimum of survival in this universe, I would need a foundation that could help me rise above all things.
An Unparalleled Talent.