Silence.. the rustle leaf and the thunderous wind continues in the background. However, silence the night are, something is wrong, certainly wrong.

Looking around, eye piercing the night, Sen warily watch on. The flow of the leaves making a crunchy ratata noise in the background. Until finally, two deep red eyes appear. The eye situating twenty meters in the air, a giant behemoth.

Sen wanted to run, but he is rooted to the ground. Not of fear or shock but curiosity. He is not curious about what and how the giant appears, he is not even curious about the eye as a whole. It is because he can’t sense anything from it.

The rustling leaf oozes him with an abundant vitality, he can see the form of life. He understands it, he treasures those sense since he has died before. Like a drowning man receiving an illusion of fresh beautiful air, receiving the thing he wants most before death.

Sen didn’t want to die, he screams and screams to live on. Achieving that and being able to live again is an unforgettable experience, it changes him. But now however in front of him, the eye emanate neither life nor death aura that he could sense.

( Is it because it is stronger than me? No, this sense is not a superpower, it is a new understanding to perceive the natural order of things. That means it couldn’t be overpowered unless he or she breaks the law that governs natural orders of thing. )

Thinking this, Sen decided. He walks to the two big orb of eyes, unafraid. He dies once then he can die again. It is not that he didn’t treasure his life, he very much does. He was just being real here, even if he is not a realist. He knows that he couldn’t escape the atrocities, the monster if it is real and if he did escape, then he would lose the opportunity to discover the truth about it.

So all Sen has is one option, to find the truth hidden behind the fog. To prove his hypothesis. Moving forward nearer, the eye squint into an angry slit. It grows louder and louder the more step sen took towards it.

Sen stops, before he could potentially dies he wanted to do one last thing.. Maybe two, however that is not the point. Opening his inventory, he looks at the torch, the overpower item that can spit whatever he like out of it. Grabbing it and putting it in the slot, the flame of the torch brighten intensely, struggling to come out of the illusionary space into reality.

( I knew it, how could a system, a limited one house a being of infinity? The mod and the torch was not supposed to happen, the law of the universe forget about them, an insignificant item. If this is left lying around, it can destroy millions if not all organism. )

The two torch in his inventory, Sen decided to use it for the last two time before destroying it. The first torch was used to create an equivalent converter. What this item can do is just like it’s name say. You put an item of maybe 1 value in to convert to something of a different material with the same 1 value.

You can even put 10 dirt which combined to create ten value and convert it into a stone that is 10 value in nature.

With one torch gone, one more was left behind. He uses it in the inventory, not for the item but power. If he can add a power to support Minecraft that why not? He didn’t want to be consumed by the endless possibilities he could get to become overpowered, so he picks for a relatively simple one, the master of smell.

Like it sounds like, Sen would be able to find food anywhere, a simple and yet useful addition to his power.

Now in his inventory lies an empty 38 square slot. He looks at it and then did one more thing, opening the chat, which he found out how to do recently, he types in the command to keep inventory and make it true. A sigh comes out and then he closes it along with the inventory.

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Coming back to real time, he continues to walk on. Until finally but silently the red humongous red eye disappear from sight, replacing it is one story house at the bottom of the cliff.

The cliff is not too high taking maybe two of Sen heart to jump down. He scrutinizes the house, it is worn down, rusty, shabby house. People wouldn’t spare a glance at it and move on but because of sen newly unlock sense, he sees a living person inside.

Curious, Sen jumps down the hill making an oof sound, but the two heart he lost is quickly being regenerate and in one second, he got 10 full heart again. Walking unhindered to the house, he knocks on the wooden door. After knocking for ten times, Sen finally saw movement from the person inside the house. It came near the door and waited for ten seconds. Sen is getting impatient but then a voice resounded.

” Correct code, now state who you are and what you are. ”

Hearing that, Sen nonchalantly replies.

” I am sen, a rip-off version of Steve in Minecraft ”, chuckling a bit at that.

After ten more seconds of the person inside running around the room, he or she came back and say, ” I don’t see your files in here, I assume that you are new. All new register people have to conduct a test. You pass the last stage, now there is only one thing you must do before you will gain the entry to our secretive academy. ”

” So yeah, what to do? ”, ask Sen.

” come in first and we will talk about it. ”

The door then opens up to an old man with grey hair and an aged eye. His eyes are red, uncomfortably staring at Sen, he sizes him up.

” I don’t see mana in you. But how would you know someone is in here without it? You must be from the noble lineage then, always having the best concealment and protection, this old man is jealous. ” the man said.

He talks about himself in the third perspective, probably not a weird thing to do in this world. Wait. What do they say again? When in Rome, do what the Romans do. Well, to get a good impression on this old man, I have to act like him.

” Hello sir, this young uns is not deserving of your praise and jealousy, you have more power and intellect this one could never and will never have. ”, Sen copy.

” Don’t try to flatter me, all you noble has a glib with your tongue, but yes this old man is powerful and since you recognize that I won’t bully you too much and let you in early. ”, the man nod happily.

” Come inside or are you going to stand there for this old man to laugh at your stupidity? ”

” ok sir, your word will make this young un-cry. ”

” why is that? ”

” Because everything bends to your word and will happen accordingly to it. With that this young un is scared. ”

Stroking his goatee, the old man acts like he gains a new epiphany, ” thank you young un, I finally gain a new knowledge, Maybe because of this… Definitely. ”

Looking confused, Sen ask, ” what about it? ”

Looking at sen, the old man illustrates his story.

Inside the house, hours past and the sun rises from the west showing its full glory and power.

Sen is cursing inside, he wishes to gain the ability to feel tired and sleepy back. He notices that after dying, his body is no longer the same as proof by his blocky eye. One of the things is not feeling tired or sleepy, so sen has to listen on to the man story about his life for the past hours on end.

Basically, the story goes like this, the man grows up from one mother living in a middle-class family. He didn’t believe in superstitions that why he made many claims, after that his life breakdown, his mother dies and he finds that his father is the one that organizes it. It also seems that the father who he thinks is dead is actually a noble that had an affair with his mother, causing her to become pregnant.

That is not the end, the father then goes on to torture his mother in front of his eyes. Doing various things to her, like getting a fire mage to burn her and heal her using a healer, continuing the inhuman torture. The reason? Because apparently, the old man mother told her friend about the story saying it’s a secret and that no one else should know.

The friend then goes and gossip to everyone using the Oldman mother exact word, keep it a secret and what not until finally, it reaches the ear of the official mistress that is marrying the Oldman father. In a fit of anger, she divorce and this situation happen.

It is a truly an open eye story, however, it becomes boring fast when the old man continuously blames himself about this and that. Telling that he should not have say that or this because apparently everything he said did come true. Like for example, the old man claimed that his father is not dead, that he will see him again, and that his father will do a lot of things with his mother changing the family situation forever.

All of this did come true, but certainly not as the old man wanted to. He continued to say what he claims and how it did come true. Maybe I hit the bull eyes in this matter? Well, the story is not over yet. Sigh.

Gotta last ten more round, please be quick, you are bullying me.

To be continued.