When I opened my eyes I saw a pitch black room with a white being standing in the middle. "Pathetic mortal, you pitiful existence amuse me" said the God-like being. "How can someone be so weak" he chucked "I'll give you chance at life" he said. I looked at him confused " A chance at life? What do you a chance at life?" I asked. " I will gift you a portion of my powers" He replied. He then began to look me from head to toe "Oh, but it seem you won't be able to handle it considering how weak you are" He chucked. "How am I weak, In these past eleven years all I did was train my body, well all I could do was train my body" I thought to myself. " Your must be thinking how physically fit you are aren't you?" He asked. I didn't respond. "Your body mind be able to withstand it but your mind won't be able to" he said " You were bullied by others who were weaker than you because you have no abilities, and you just accepted the beating" "Your weak!" He began to chuckled "hm, but I like you, one month, just one month kill at least 50 monsters and drink their blood, this will make you gain more physical strength and mental stability" "Now go" He said. As he said that I felt myself fell, I began to scream, now I am on the floor back from where i originally came leaded up on a wall " Well I have officially gone mad" I said out loud. I looked at the dead Zombie on the floor then I shook my head "No that's disgusting" "But if I can become stronger I will do it " I said.

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