Darrick had returned to his room and now he was sitting in front of the package on the floor at the base of his bed. He was giving a piercing look at the package with such an intensity that if it was alive it would have shuddered by the looks in his eyes. Whatever he was thinking with that look was bound to be something very crazy, to say the least.

Shit! I shouldn't open it, I absolutely decided against it but... I can't make up my mind to not open it. What if there was something very valuable or something really useful to me? If it was for someone else then that someone would have gotten it. There is no way the staff made a mistake by giving me this room.

He knew he was just making excuses but who wouldn't with such a mysterious box in front of them asking to be opened, it was calling him so he could open it. After returning to the room there wasn't anything to entertain him. He didn't know anything well enough to go and buy something to pass the time. So naturally his attention shifted towards the box and he was feeling unnaturally drawn towards it.

"If it was really that dangerous then something would have already happened and here I am, nothing happened so it must be safe."

Darrick stopped thinking too much about it, if it continued any longer then he would be even more indecisive than he already was. He just picked up the package and started undoing the packaging. It was packed in three layers of tape and it was annoying to unpack. he tore them apart randomly.

Inside the cover of the tapes, there was one box. It was a metal box and it was very plain, not a single design on its surface. He opened the metal box, It did not have any kind of lock on it. When he looked inside the box there was another box, with some more things but there was a smaller box.

It was not even remotely identical to the big box except maybe shape. The smaller box was made out of wood, some designs were carved on it but it was worn down so it was not visible. A red string was tied around the box and many paper tapes were attached to it. The papers had some kind of patterns on them, all ten papers had different kinds of words and they were written in a language Darrick couldn't understand.

This looks really ominous, the kind of thing that gets me caught up in the shits I don't really want. And that envelope probably has some information, hopefully. Then this orb-like thing. What does it do? Again I have no idea, I should read whatever is inside the envelope.

With the wooden box, there were two other items. One was the envelope presumably with the letter of instruction and an orb with weird carvings on its surface. They also had the paper tape attached to them. Both orb and the envelope had the same kind of patterns on them like the tapes on the wooden box.

This is giving me a weird feeling but I think I should open the envelope first, right? The other two look a bit more menacing to open first.

So he opened the envelope first. As expected there was a folded letter, he slowly unfolded it and started reading the letter.

To whoever this reached you are the one and only person worthy to be the "Emissary of Creation" in the mortal realm. As a fledgling emissary, you won't be able to contain the "Flames of Creation" in your puny mortal vessel.

"Wow, that last part sounds insulting and the first part feels exciting. Let's see what else they are saying."

That is why I have divided the "Flames of Creation" into three parts and hid it across the vast boundaries of Ikyana. You must acquire the second and third parts after passing the trials I have left for you to prove your worthiness. The view on creation is different for every being and you are no different.

"This guy can't even decide if he wants to say I'm special and different or ordinary and common. The letter looks pretty big too but it looks very important and it's definitely implying that I'm going to get something special, Hehe."

But you are the emissary who is burdened to carry the weight of creation on your shoulders. For your duties, the "Flames of Creation" will mould to the ideal form of your interest. The outcome of your view on creation will vary the effects and limitations of your sigil. However it may turn out, you will have instructions given to you about the current sigil you carry. Once you are chosen only death can make you part ways with the "Flames of creation".

As basic steps to be a holder of creation, you must follow these instructions closely and carefully. You must connect your soul with all of the artifacts given to you. The Ritual rune at the bottom of this letter, Piece of Fortune and Arcane Reliquary. If you do not know how to connect your soul with mystical objects then you should pour some of your blood on them. They will connect with you through the medium of blood, the next most potent form of contract.

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"That's a lot of information to digest in a single paragraph, and I can't even understand most of them. What even is a sigil? This is only the second time I heard it, and it looks really important knowledge to have in this situation. Well, whatever. These writings are becoming increasingly casual. I wonder what changed in-between writing."

After you have established the connections with all of the given artifacts you have to burn the letter with any flame. Magical flames are recommended but if it is unobtainable then any fire will do. The piece of fortune must be pressed hard at your chest or anywhere else where your heart lies. After your heart absorbs the piece of fortune all that is left is to touch the box and it will do all the work of fusing with your soul and stabilizing it.

You, who is chosen to be an "Emissary of Creation" is a hope to the mortal realm. Like the sun, you are the one who must drive away the "Sea of Darkness" that is gnawing at the edges of creation when there is no sun. You must become the salvation for the people who seek the sun on moonless nights. The one who must maintain the balance and not let scales tip. Your greatness shall be known to The Heavenly King above and The Lord of Death below.

May the blessings of the great mother be with you.

May you be blessed by the ethereal choir of celestial heavens.

May you be blessed for eternity by The Lord of Death.

MAY THE FORTUNE BE WITH YOU

PS. You will die if you don't agree and you also die if you choose to accept it but do not perform the ritual even after fifteen minutes of reading the last word. We will meet again someday if you survive.

"Fuck! Do I not have any say in this or any other options? Is the choice only between death or lots and lots of future trouble? I don't want either of them! Hey, can you hear me? Cancel this, can you even cancel it? Fuck you! Fuck my life!"

The envelope instructed him to make a wound on his hand and to burn the letter but didn't have anything on him that could do that. Darrick was in a hurry to go to the kitchen to find a matchbox and a knife to wound himself. Before he stood up and ran to the kitchen, suddenly out of nowhere a dagger and a lighter popped up in front his eyes and then floated in front of his eyes for a second only to fall into the metal box of the parcel.

Whoever sent this thing was forcing him to make the choice, to live as the 'Emissary of creation' or to die as an average Isekaied guy. The choice was as clear as a sunny day but it was unpleasant to be forced to do something, even if it looked beneficial.

Darrick picked up the dagger and carefully tried making a really small cut on his left hand's fingers. The dagger was sharp so he didn't apply much force on it to minimize the bleeding but somehow the dagger cut off his whole finger.

What the fuck! My whole finger is gone! How does that make sense? How can anything cut like that? Shit! It must have been magical.

Darrick was about to freak out even more when he noticed there was no pain. The blood was gushing out of his chopped finger but there was no pain or any dizziness from the blood loss. He needed blood for the ritual so before doing anything to stop the bleeding he poured the blood on three of the the artifacts.

Darrick did not want to waste too much of his time so he did not bother to bandage it, he just wrapped some clothes around the wound and moved on to the next step of the ritual. He picked up the lighter. It looked very mysterious and really expensive.

The lighter is giving me the darker and mysterious vibes. It looks like it wants to say something but I can't understand its language I guess? Tad bit of it is reaching me and I have to understand by just intent. Is it telling me to burn something else or burn myself? This also must be an artifact like the knife otherwise there is no way an item can talk. It is trying to say something so hard and I don't understand shit. I should try using this lighter bit away from my face so I don't burn myself.

He held the letter as far away from him as he could with his left hand and lit it on fire. The fire spread instantly. It burned through the letter in his hand, the fire spread to his hand. The fire only went away when it reached his sleeves from his hand and burned it a bit. The wound on his hand was cauterized and bleeding had stopped but he still did not feel any pain so Darrick ignored another body mutilation and pressed the orb to his chest.

The orb was spewing magical light from the patterns carved on it, the lights brightened, the paper tape on it burned away and then all of a sudden everything around him went dark. Darrick assumed he was still in his room because he didn't feel anything to indicate he had travelled somewhere else but the place was too unfamiliar to think it was his room. When he looked around him there was nothing around him, no source of light around or anything else.

"The letter guy did not say anything like this would happen, but he also did not say about many more things so fuck this. Did I somehow touch the box? Does that mean the ritual is complete? Am I in a waiting area to get my powers or something?"

For a while, there was nothing in the darkness. Suddenly burning letters that he did not recognize appeared in front of him but he mysteriously understood their intent. It wasn't much but nothing less either. It said,

The "Flames of Creation" has taken their shape.

Nothing afterwards appeared in this kind of show. After a few seconds, even those letters started to fade away. And now Darrick heard an ethereal voice,

SYSTEM INITIALISING.

Permission to bind with soul. Acquired.

Putting the host in energy saver mode.

Starting in 3 seconds.

"Huh?"

Darrick only managed to utter a single word before drifting to the slumber.