--Before the "Safety Camp" split up--

This camp was horrendous. But it was fun. I liked the aspect of making a survival camp. Finding solutions to food and water, and fighting hordes of horrible creatures. Well, that was the dream. I wanted to become an adventurer. Like in the tales those caretakers had talked about. I don't see why so many wanted them dead. They were nice to me. Except for "mealtimes", but those were meant for my own good.

Sigh, I guess not everyone is as smart as me. I, living in a world surrounded by those with lesser brains, will just have to adapt. Though, I will definitely not stoop them to their level. Completely nonsensical. It just would not compute. I am logical, and logic tells me to survive. My dreams of being an adventurer, and my logical instincts, are colliding against each other. A battle starring me and myself. How illogical, how can I let such a thing happen?

Now, I don't have the protection of those caretakers. I must forge my own path. Starting with this camp.

"Bright, err, can you pass me those logs over there?"

"Aha! Of course, my friend."

Tch. Dumbass. His brain must be of the lesser kind. Making me, a creature of superior intellect, do meager tasks like "collecting wood" and such. Just brings a bad taste. I mean, well, not so bad. After all, being an adventurer means I'll have to do tasks like these all the time! No wait, be logical. Fucking parasite. I must be infected or something.

Ever since I escaped, I've been having thoughts of exploring the world, uncovering hidden artifacts, and slaying legendary beasts. Complete hogwash! Nonsensical! I would punch me bollocks black and blue if I had the chance! So, I must be sick. Unless some other person is living inside of me, I must be sick.

If only my skill was more useful.

[Light Orb]: Cast a floating orb of light and move it around. Can light up large areas, and blind countless foes!

If you can level this thing up of course..

An orb of light? Kill me now. Sigh, what must an intellect like myself do to get some respect around here? This [Light Orb] must be a sign of disrespect from a system which has abandoned me! ME!

"Here you go! 11 pieces of Log coming right up!"

"Hah, thanks pal."

Wow. This is getting tiring quick. Maybe I shouldn't disguise my disdain for this guy. Everything about him exudes... Average. Yuck.

As I was "cheerfully" wandering the camp in search of anyone in help, I noticed an old man wander up to me. Strange, most Immortals were born with young bodies. Must've been unlucky. The Immortality Gods surely did not smile your way. Hmmm. Do Immortality Gods exist? If they don't, I shall be one. The Immortal God King!

"Excuse, young lad. My chickens which I was cooking for dinner ran away. You see, my skill, isn't very physical-wise at all. I need your help."

"Oh! That's completely fine. I understand. I'll help you in any way I can. Which way did they head?"

"That way, over there," He pointed towards the deep woods. Of course the fucking chickens had to go there. Pieces of shit. Clucking around while eating seeds like a true bastard.

Sigh, I'll find those damn chickens. I must. This parasite in my body won't rest until I do. It urges for me to accept quests and such. However, there is gain for the right side of me too. I can get some reputation as a "nice guy" around here. Maybe it'll help me in the long run.

The old man had some ragged cloak around him, and some healing potions inside his animal pelt tied around his waist. His grey hair was easily seen, despite the hood. His hands were rough and covered with scars. His eyes seemed as calm as a table. As in, not moving. Poor guy. I need to help him! We must find his chickens! If I can't find his chickens, I'll throw away my honor as an adventurer, and-

Wait a fuck. When did I start thinking he was a good guy? No, something must actually be wrong with me. To even stoop so low as to sympathize with this lesser bring. Argh, I'll get those chickens quick. Maybe then I'll recover my sanity faster.

He said this way right?

I continued running deep into the woods. Soon, traces of our camps started to disappear. Footprints left by our kind soon ran dry. Only I was left. It had been a good hour since I accepted the old man's request. The trees had obviously become more denser. Some weird colored trees appeared too. One tree even attempted to stab me! A fucking tree dare harm the future Immortal God King? Illogical! Well, I ran away from the tree as fast as possible. But mark my words, once I get a grip on that damn tree, it ain't going to be pretty. I continued running, and took a small break by a stream. The stream led to the camp, so I could always follow it if I get lost. I continued going further into the forest.

Only then, did I hear clucking. How far could the chickens have ran? I peeked behind a tree, and saw a group of chickens, 11 to 12 just mucking around.

So, I slowly approached the chickens and caught them with my superior strength. However, when I caught them, the ground suddenly opened up. There was a pit full of spikes which I fell through. After that, multiple men, about four of them, came from the pit. There were two holes inside of the pit which lead deep underground. They must've been waiting for me there. And a fifth person came from the trees and casted a spell on me.

At least, they thought it was me. How could can five fucking men not realize the thing they're attacking, IS NOT ME.

Of course I didn't go in there. I sent my [Light Orb] into the crowd of chickens. It "fell" through the floor and got cracked by the spikes. I was really just playing along. Within seconds the four men came out and became confused. The fifth guy must've already casted his spell and by the time he realized it wasn't me, he had already casted it. Real dumbasses.

I casted another [Light Orb] behind the 5th guy and knocked him into the spike it, impaling and killing him. He would stay dead until the spike got removed from his body anyway. The 4 men had just come out of the ground and saw there comrade die. Not only that, who knows how long they've spent underground. Their eyes are most definitely not adjusted to sunlight.

And so, I took advantage of there non-adapted eyes. I shined [Light Orb] right into there faces. You see, a caretaker once tried to nab me while I was escaping. Some thought the caretakers were akin to gods. To me? They were just slightly bigger ants. I am the true caretaker, the true Immortal God King.

The caretaker who tried to capture me did not have a pleasant experience. My [Light Orb] had completed blinded him, and I mean, crippled his eye sight. If my [Light Orb] worked on a higher levelled caretaker, it'll work on these low-level chumps. Not to mention my [Light Orb] is level 2.

"AH! Shit, I can't see!"

Oh. The insects speak. That's... disturbing.

I quickly hop down to a section of the spike pit with no spikes, and with them completely incapacitated, I threw them to the spikes. It wasn't really a battle. More like a festival, where I get to throw insects to there death.

Now, all 5 of these men were completely dead. Well, they wouldn't wake up anytime soon. As long as the spikes are in there body. Who even created these? What if you fell in them? You'd be as good as dead for the next decade unless somebody freed you.

I climbed out of the hole, intending to loot there bodies later. However, I first needed to do something. Something-

Oh fuck. That hurt.

An arrow had penetrated my stomach. An archer in the woods.

"I bet you didn't expect that, did ya punk!"

"No. I didn't," Remember kids. Honesty is the greatest virtue. Screw compassion, self-control, and all those pussy values. I am an Immortal God King! Yeah... I'm probably taking it too far.

"Listen, I remember who you were. Bright, yes? You were a good kid. Honorable. However, you were simply too naïve."

How was I naïve? Didn't you see my awesome diabolical plan right there? I just killed 5 of your men for like a decade!

Sigh, I'll play along.

"W-who... Who are you?"

Well, I already know who he is. It's obvious it's the old man. He even said "good kid" which only an old man would say. Why would someone who looks the same age was me call me a "good kid", it just doesn't make sense.

"Hah. Poor child."

Ooh. Big reveal. He took off his hood.

"It was me, BN-56."

Who the hell is BN-56? Someone not important I'm guessing.

The man proceeded to jump off the tree and approach my body which was penetrated by the arrow. He crouched down beside me and took out a small blade.

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"You probably have no idea why I'm doing this," He said with an annoying smirk on his face. Stupid bitch. When was the last time you took a shower? To think this insect would dare dirty my presence with his filth? Illogical!

"I am a collector of souls. My ability, is... special. I absorb souls and steal there stats. It said I could even steal there skills one day. However, using this skill on an Immortal would kill them. That's why I didn't really openly announce my skill. I would probably be shunned by everyone. This was my only choice, MY road to power. The Royal Road."

Tch. This old man has gone insane. He's now talking about roads or some shit. Like c'mon, it's not like your some divine messenger sent from the gods!

"So, as my job as a collector, your soul will belong to me."

The old man, still crouched, walked nearer towards me with excitement in his bones. He pretended to look sympathetic, but I know the difference between putting up a mask and showing your real face. A crazy girl back at Home once showed me her world. A world filled with tormenters and not caretakers. A world filled with distrust. It only lasted for a second, before closed up again. She is one of the few people I recognize as a real Immortalian.

Where was I? Oh right, he was taking my soul.

He put his hand on my forehead and shivered in pleasure. What a creep.

Just when it seemed all over, I used [Light Orb] and shot it straight into his eyes.

"KAWK! Fuck! YOU STUPID-"

Then I stabbed him. Ho ho ho. That was easy. I was already chugging down my healing potion the moment I used my skill. I'm no dummy. This guy is just an actual idiot. With my dagger in hand, I twisted it again, and again. Then he tried to pull a blade from his back. It was hard though, considering his vision is crippled until he dies.

He didn't even manage to grab his blade, just his arrow. That was still enough to push me away and attempt to stab me. That soul collecting skill was way too OP! Why didn't a future Immortal God King like me gain that!?

That skill is wasted on a man with no intellect. How could the world be so cruel? Ugh. Oh right, I'm gonna die.

He grabbed my dagger with incredible strength, despite his feeble-looking body. My stats on STR and AGI really weren't that high. However, my INT was on the next level. I mean, who here can say that they have 20+ INT as there Base Stat, huh?

The old man now had two different weapons. Still blind though. I'm underneath him trying to get out of his massive body. Jeez, he's so heavy. I might die of suffocation before he could stab me with his blade. I try to dig myself out, but he grabs my neck and tightens his grip around it.

"You damn fucker. I'll make sure to give you a nice slow death via soul suction. Hahahahaha!"

He's bonkers! It's actually true! It was to be expected, blessed with such low intelligence. After all, I simply cannot understand how a low-level being such as himself could stay sane for so long with his level of intelligence. I feel like I can understand his pain. Well, no, a future Immortal God King like me simply cannot understand an ants mental state. How unfortunate.

"Enjoy DEATH!" Then my soul started being sucked away. And just when it seemed like he might succeed, but you must already know he won't, and arrow penetrated his chest. Then 2 more, and finally a blow to the head. Considered the death I was going to endure, this seemed a bit too quick for him.

"Bright, we got your message." A group of about 3 people greeted me. These are people who I recognize as people. They gained the right to stand by me. If they could do that, they are completely qualified.

"Yeah. When I heard I got called by you, I felt a chill up my spine."

"Oh please, don't be some cowardly bastard and just listen. You were always the one who fucked up the most."

After reprimanding Ares because of his snark remark, I told others of what had transpired.

First, a suspicious old man had approached. He asked to help me get his chickens. Okay, he's old. No biggie. He's also wearing a ragged cloak. Um, you know we have proper clothes at the camp? Our caretakers even dressed us up nicely. Whatever, maybe it was just preference. Either that, or an awful attempt at pity.

Next was the animal pelt, which he must have hunted or traded for. But let's give him the benefit of the doubt, he's an old man who cooks chickens to survive. He has neither the valuables, or strength, to get an animal pelt. So let's say he found it on the ground. Alright fine.

What about that healing potion there? Hm? We are Immortals, there is no need for healing potions. I only had one because I anticipated the attack. This old man had a random healing potion, only acquired from our caretakers. Either he hunted our caretakers down, or, he trades for them. Though, the use of healing potions isn't really high for our kind. But it'll be good for a situation where you'll die with something still inside of you.

Next, was his rough hands. I mentioned them before, but what kind of Immortal would have scars on there hands. However, it wasn't super evidence. It's just you could just die and the scars would go away. They seem old even though he shouldn't have lived for long. We all basically died when that purple lightening struck.

So the only way to get scars and get them to be old, is to first get fresh scars, and increase your Vitality. His soul collecting skill allowed him to get stats from other souls. If he got vitality with the scars he gained while fighting, it would make sense for the scars to become old. A few more Vitality stats and it might even disappear completely.

With all these clues, I prepared myself for an ambush. I got a dagger, and was on high alert. I called for people to help me out. Of course, I didn't actually need there help. I had a 2nd dagger in my pocket, and also a 3rd, just in case it didn't work out. It's just that my STR and AGI are quite low, so I need someone to be my blade and shield. Just like that one guy who reads a lot of books and likes staring at constellations. Err, do you happen to know that guy?

Also, what type of chicken goes that deep into the woods? Also, there was about what? 10 chickens? All of them escaped and headed in the same direction? Yeah. Someone planted them.

Ah, in the end, I still won.

"What do we do with the body? I suggest throwing them into the stream with a rock imbedded deep inside there body." The one talking was Grimly. His ideas, were very "grim" according to the lesser beings. I also tell him to ignore it, because he was a higher being. Besides, his ideas seemed fit for people that were completely useless and an utter waste of space. Which was everyone!

"How about just reporting it to the founders? I'm sure they won't mind capturing a few rogue Immortals." This one was named Wilder. He was... wild? It really didn't seem like it. He was a by-the-book type of person. Not the type to be... wild. He had a very close friend named 'Wild' which was why he was named 'Wilder' because they apparently acted the same. I wonder what had happened in these last few days.

"Do we really have to do something with these bodies? Can't we just abandon them and let nature take it's course?" The last one of the 3 was Ares. The youngest out of all of us, at least mentally. Our bodies are all different sizes and shapes.

Ares was just a lazy boy who never wanted to do anything. Though what made him qualified to stand with me was his power.

[Kill Streak]. The more people he killed, the stronger he became. By the time he killed 20 people, his stats have already doubled. Unfortunately he has a current kill cap of 55. When his skill levels up, it raises the kill cap by 5. Cool right?

It even mentioned that at a killstreak of 50 he could "transform" or something like that. That's really awesome if you think about it.

"Now now, settle down. You tjree head back to the camp first. I'll stay here and loot the bodies."

"Aw, c'mon boss. Let me take a slice too-"

"Ares. No. You'll suffer psychological warfare if you go against Bright. We'll leave."

I'm not that scary, am I? What does he mean "psychological warfare", as if!

Once the three have left. I quickly looted the five bodies. Steel daggers, health potions, useful if I ever get into an ambush again. It would be great in fact. More loot! This fighting stuff is starting to get addicting. Ah, but I should be more logical too. Like I should go greet the person hiding behind that boulder.

"Hey! They're gone! What do you want now!"

The person seemed flustered but I could only see half of there head since it was peeking out from behind the boulder. However, they quickly calmed themselves. Nice save. They then walked out from behind the boulder.

It was a girl who had surprisingly clean clothes. She had dark black hair and green eyes. Like evergreen type.

"You, you are Bright?"

"Yes, yes I am Bright."

"Food. Do you have food?"

Food was one of the constant worries of Immortals. They made us into mortals while we were starving. Water was an even bigger threat too. This girl seemed so starved that it seems the 'Hungry Mortal' condition has been applied. The 'Hungry Mortal' is just a nickname for this rule.

I gave her some bread. Though, it was very little. The fact I had this piece of bread in my pockets WHILE battling was honestly quite baffling to me.

"You. You are nice."

"Thank you, now, let's go over how you know my name? Mhm?"

"Ah. Eat first."

Soon after she finished the bread, she returned to camp with me. Something was strange about her. Out of everyone I've ever met, she seemed to be the lowest in terms of intelligence. Maybe that's why I'm so invested. An insect that was so below me that it seemed unbelievable, has actually appeared in front of me, in the flesh!

I got some more bread for her to eat, some apples too. This time, she could talk naturally.

"I met you in prison."

"Prison?"

"I mean, home."

"Ahh... I don't quite remember you. Who are you?" She seemed saddened by this fact. Well, it's not my fault that you're so unrememberable.

She muttered something under her breath.

"Excuse me, I didn't hear?"

She said it again, albeit louder, but still not loud enough.

"Speak up, will ya?"

"SPARK!"

Oof, okay I get it. It's spark. Didn't need to yell. It got the attention of some other Immortals nearby, but they quickly lost interest. That's a good thing. Some things are meant to be kept secret, and some people should just keep there nose out of other people's businesses.

"Okayyy, Spark. What did you want? I know you were standing behind the boulder since the beginning of my fight. Yet you didn't do anything to intervene. I don't think you are one of the criminals, since, you are kind of starving to death."

"I just wanted to meet you."

"Terrible first impression then."

"I have something you will like."

"I don't really think so-"

Then she revealed it. A crystal that seemed to cry out to me. How? Why? It was so enticing...Too good to be true.

I called back to the crazy girl who showed me the world of distrust. Her paranoia which showed everyone in masks.

I saw the mask covering this beautiful girl in front of me. When I saw underneath it, I only felt fear.

No, excitement.

Actually, that can't be right. Guilt? Awe?

After a few seconds, I found this girl to be more enticing then this crystal. I felt understanding. It felt like meeting a real person after being isolated for 20 years.

I've met someone on my level. With intellect far surpassing others. The road to power is paved with many obstacles. Not only that, it is extremely lonely. Now, I feel a real sense of comradeship with her.

I will not be lonely.

"Spark, be my comrade."

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Sorry, what? I'm confused. Bright is supposed to be some harsh, unfeeling, and cunning machine of death. He would most definitely suspect this [Evolution Crystal]. And yet, he accepted it so easily?

I expected others to do the same and accept it easily, but not Bright. He is supposedly not like the other insects. Sigh, if only I had met him earlier. We would've been good friends. Ah, I guess this IS earlier.

My chance, my chance to change the world. I got lucky getting this crystal, but Bright was apparently some super mastermind warrior, if I prevent his death, will he help my cause?

If only my skill wasn't [Living Book] but instead was [Living Sword]. I do have another skill... but...

Skill List:

[Immortality] Lvl. 1

[Immortal Telepathy] Lvl. 1

[The Solution] Lvl. 1 [LOCKED]

[Living Book] Lvl. 1

[Regression] Lvl. 2 [LOCKED]

[Regression]: The ability to go back in time. You can only back in time to when you were Level 1. You cannot return back to your time and will have to wait.

Upon usage, skill will be locked. It will be unlocked when you reach the level where you first obtained this skill.

The level requirement to unlock this skill will increase by 10 for every regression.

1st Regression Perk: Keep all of your memories

2nd Regression Perk: Select one skill to bring with you. Skill will return to lowest state and become Lvl. 1

[LOCKED: Requires 2nd Regression Perk complete]

This is my 1st time regressing. I hope I won't need to use it again. Besides, I don't believe I'll last long enough to reach the required level.