Ch : 6 : The Sixth Day

It's the sixth day since I got the system, and it is pretty similar to the previous ones. I would wake up, go get breakfast, go to my apartment and study, get lunch, study some more, and when i am tired of studying I would go for a quick walk to clear my mind. It was boring but I was making progress.

Currently I was sitting on a bench in one of the seventh districts many public parks while considering my progress, I had managed to get my higher mind Aspect to a total level of 6 and my agility aspect to 4. it really seemed like my hypothesis was correct as well. While it got easier and easier for me to study as the Facets leveled up I had noticed that any improvements in other mental areas were lesser, it was getting easier to focus on reading textbooks and the like but when I tried focusing on a bird that perched on a tree nearby I only felt the base level of improvement compared to the textbooks. It was like the Facets were growing to become what I used them for while ignoring all other areas.

I also noticed that the Agility Aspect have improved significantly less than the mind related ones. I would probably need to move around more for them to grow any faster if I want to keep it similar to my higher mind Aspect.

Which was why I was out here in the park, I usually only went for a 30-40 min walk at most during the evenings but today I was planning on spending at least two or three hours here in the park to focus on anything else other than studying. I don't want my Facets to become nothing more than studying tools that lack any other application.

The park was not the biggest maybe 100 or so meters in each direction with a circular gravel path snaking through a smattering of trees and benches. I was pretty lucky as well since the park barely had anyone in it, there was only a couple kids walking their dog and an old lady feeding the birds.

It was peaceful.

"Woof Woof!"

Until the dog decided to act up

"WoOf wOof!"

It started crying out in pain and dashing its head against the ground as it ran around, leaving the kids that accompanied it behind as it ran into a tree.

"WAoF" "Waoghg"

I watched in shock as amidst its screams the dog began changing, it's fur coloring its skin purple as it folded in on itself it's veins protruding and pulsing in an unnerving white shade. Then its legs started cracking, the now purple furless legs started elongating with the sound of snapping bones as the dog, no as the Demon, stood up on two legs.

And then it was quiet, the unnatural silence that I remember from three days ago returned as it continued its transformation. The hind legs lengthened into legs which were twisted into a almost goat like form, the dogs head flattened and formed a featureless humanoid face with three slits so thin that I barely saw them even with my Facets.

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Then it stopped, it stood still for wat felt like hours but was probably no more than a second before it opened two of the slits on its face, the same overlapping eyes that I saw three days were there, shifting and pulsing to some unknown beat.

As soon as I registered what was happening I scrambled off the bench and ran, I only barely heard the screams of panic from the children and the old lady behind me before they stopped as well. Replaced by an unnatural silence. I ran out of the park, past the spacious streets of district seven, I ignored the swears of pedestrians as I rushed passed them, Feathers Path guiding me around them as I ran.

I made it back to my apartment building and rushed up the stairs, I think I made someone drop their trash as I ran past them but I could care less. I sprinted down the final hallway and brought out my door key, the damn card took five swipes before the door opened. as I entered my room I slammed and locked the door behind me I carried my table and put it up against the wall and went in to the bathroom and sat under the sink.

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It took ten minutes before my heart stopped racing, another fifteen before i calmed down enough to think properly and another five before i thought of checking the news.

"-vil worshippers from Tuesday are back again and are engaged in shootouts across the fourth, seventh and first district. However the poliece have called for a video blackout so we are unable to show any relavant-"

I switch the channel

"-Scores a Goal! He's done it agai-"

Another

"-ries of Reavil worshippers seem to have taken to the street, we have Dr. Dave Organon here from the Reynar Institute of theology to explain their motives to u-"

They aren't Reavil worshipers they are goddamn demons! I switch the channel again.

"-rshipers are violently tak-"

Next

"-re gathered here to give you our audience the grandest perfo-"

Next

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I keep swiping through the channels for hours, searching in vain for anything that could explain what was happening. I don't notice as the sun goes down, engrossed as I am. Eventually I switch to chat boards and social media, listening to thousands of different people and their opinions. On how they disapprove of the violence or how they believe that the violent rebellion's just what is needed to show the government how serious we are. The sun starts to rise as I continue to look, at this point what I am looking at is nothing more than conspiracy theories. Someone believes that the government funded the Believers, someone thinks their aliens, someone thinks their actual demons and not just people in suits, some think it is a sabotage from a neighboring country.

Endless are the theories and the variants, until I come across one statement that makes me pause.

- BonedDog

I've been getting these visions all day, along with a voice. It wants me to choose a vocation. The fuck is a vocation? It's starting to freak me out and my wife says I should get it checked out, should I go to a doctor? ,

I stare at my phone and reread the message several times, I ignore the dozen or so replies that are either urging the poster to see a doctor of get locked in a psych ward.

"There are others?"

I mutter. As I'm struggle to comprehend the meaning of this I hear a knock on the door. Making my way out of the bathroom floor that i have been siting on for almost ten hours now I see that its almost eight in the morning. When I'm almost at the door they knock again, except this time a female voice accompanies it

"Mr. Dasen this is the police, would you mind opening the door"