Chapter 1: İnfinity darkness
When he opened his eyes in the midst of infinite darkness, he felt as if his body was disintegrating, as a violent wind was causing him to scatter like specks of dust, blowing him away. The small soul particle, filled with panic, clung tightly to itself, fearing that more pieces would break off, preventing it from dispersing further into the void.
Panicking, the little soul tried to open its eyes, but it was as if its eyes were always open, or they had become unable to fully open. It could only see darkness, whether it attempted to look or not. The small soul felt another gust of wind, which caused it to lose another piece of itself. It quickly glanced to where its soul had detached, but it had already disappeared.
As panic coursed through the small soul, a voice echoed in its mind, "What's happening?"
The small soul attempted to turn its head to find the source of the voice, but what it encountered was once again pitch darkness. It was as if its field of vision remained unchanged, and no matter where it tried to turn, it saw darkness. Perhaps it hadn't even turned its head.
The small soul sighed inwardly and muttered to itself, "Who am I?"
Upon asking this question, the small soul felt another strong gust of wind coming. It feared that it would disappear if it remained defenseless against this wind. It quickly clung to itself tightly, preparing for the violent wind. When the wind started blowing in the infinite void, it was so powerful that the small soul thought it would lose every piece of itself and vanish. However, when the wind eventually subsided, the small soul let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, I narrowly escaped that."
But the small soul's peace was short-lived. It suddenly felt as though a thousand needles were piercing its mind or soul. It either knelt down and clutched its head, or it didn't kneel at all. Countless images flashed through its mind like a film reel.
"Ah, I finally beat this game in impossible mode!"
A brown-haired man removed his headphones from his head, leaned back in his chair, and stretched, grinning as he watched the end credits of the game. As the end credits finished rolling, the man grinned again, put his headphones back on, and said, "Thank you for watching today's video. As promised, I completed this game on impossible difficulty level, hehe! Until the next new and different games see you later!"
He then made a gesture of farewell with his hand and winked before stopping the recording. "I need to find new games for future videos..." The brown-haired man was about to close the game, as if he hadn't just completed one, when a new message appeared on the game screen.
"You are the first to complete the game on impossible difficulty level! As a result, a secret mode has been unlocked. Would you like to try it? Yes/No."
When the man read the message in front of him, he was taken aback. Then, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, and he started recording again, greeting his dear audience. He proceeded to explain the situation and, with a triumphant grin, pressed the "Yes" button on the game screen.
When he pressed start, the character creation screen appeared again, and the man looked at it as if it were the same as before. He was about to close the game, feeling bored, but then he noticed an adjustment tab related to the character's moral behavior type. The man was surprised and examined it carefully because in the past, characters' ethics and core beliefs had already been predetermined, and their actions in the game were based on those beliefs, affecting the game's outcome. Most characters believed in justice and the power of friendship.
The man had grown tired of this, often making fun of it during his gameplay. "The necromancer of justice is calling for the dead to bring peace to the world in the name of friendship! HAHAHAHA, what irony! You're probably calling the dead, but you're judging the world's bad guys for their bad behavior."
The man proceeded to adjust the character's moral behavior type as follows: Rationality max, Willingness to do anything to achieve a goal max, Role-playing max, Shamelessness max, Genius max, and Indifference for personal gain max. After setting all the moral types, he chose a name, "Liam Johnson." With a confirming nod, he pressed "Start."
The loading screen appeared, and then the man was faced with a message.
"Attention: Due to your character's moral alignment, the heavens will not favor you, and your progress may be more challenging compared to other players. Do you still wish to continue? Y/N."
The man chuckled and pressed "Y" for yes. Suddenly, the game's screen turned blue and displayed incomprehensible text. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a blue light engulfed the entire room, pulling the man inside.
As the little soul sensed that it had risen from the ground, it murmured to itself, "So, it happened this way..." The small soul remembered its previous life – it had been someone famous on an internet platform for uploading videos, especially for completing notoriously difficult games. They had even given him the nickname "The Messiah Who Soothes Tears." As the small soul recalled its past, it felt a bit emotional. It then turned its head to look around but couldn't tell if it had actually turned its head or not.
All it could still see was infinite darkness, but in the distance, a faint light began to shine. It was so powerful that it pierced through all the darkness. Uncomfortable with the brightness, the small soul closed its eyes and opened them again. This time, it was met with an unfamiliar scene on the ceiling.
As the small soul tried to look around, it noticed that it was surrounded by luxurious items, as if it were in a setting straight out of a movie set. Not paying much attention to the peculiar surroundings, the small soul reached out to touch its own body. Feeling its own body was a blessing. It was lying on a bed and felt a warmth spreading from its head throughout its entire body.
The small soul sat up on the bed and suddenly felt a familiar pain, one it hadn't remembered until now. Like a flashback, it experienced the same pain as it had in its previous life.
"Ahh, it's the same as before..."
Reliving memories that didn't belong to it, the small soul mumbled, "So, I'm inside the body of the character I created, Liam Johnson..." Liam let out a sigh as he contemplated the plans he needed to make for the future. His family, the Johnson Dukedom, didn't want him because he was a bastard child, and they were afraid of him gaining strength and seeking revenge. They regularly checked his body every month, not only to verify his inner energy but also to examine the calluses on his hands from sword practice or to ensure he was physically training.
Moreover, if he were to be removed from the main residence, it would mean being away from the watchful eye of his stepmother. If Liam secretly gathered power, they feared he would take revenge. Also, if he received important news, it would take a few days before he learned about it, and direct intervention would be impossible. Of course, the old Liam didn't know any of this because he was just a young child.
Liam chuckled softly and mumbled, "How cunning, pretending to care about this body and subtly burdening the child's conscience by saying I couldn't cultivate inner energy properly, and that's why she's kept an eye on me. What a pitiful mother, as if she's saying she's felt pressured about my presence in her surroundings."
Later, as Liam tried to make plans to become stronger, he realized that nearly all paths to empowerment had been blocked by his stepmother. She regularly questioned whether he was training himself, and it was highly likely that she had hired a servant to watch him.
"Should I kill them all once I find a way to become stronger? No, no. According to my memories, thanks to my noble family, I automatically gain protection even if I'm an undesirable. Besides, if I were to kill them all, I could turn into a by the kingdom wanted criminal afterward. Why should I slaughter them when I can While we can exploit for both materially and spiritually like milking a useful cow when needed, and slowly break the cow down into pieces, much like an internal rot. When it becomes entirely useless, I can either consume it or abandon it."
As Liam contemplated these thoughts, an interface suddenly appeared before his eyes. Liam reacted quickly, jumping out of bed. However, the strain on his frail body caused his heart to tighten, and he curled up in a fetal position on the bed, his face covered in sweat, as intense pain washed over him. He felt that if he succumbed to this agony, he would die again.
Liam, in agony, refused to let his eyes close. After a while, as the pain gradually ebbed away and left his body, Liam stared at the screen before him.
╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ║ CHARACTER INFORMATION ║ ╟────────────────────────────────────────────╢ ║ Name: Liam ║ ║ Surname: Johnson ║ ║ Age: 8 ║ ║ Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil ║ ║ Title: Unloved by Heaven ║ ║ ║ ║ ║ ╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝
╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ║ CHARACTER STATISTICS ║ ╟───────────────┬───────────────┬────────────╢ ║ Health Points (HP): 95/100 (-5) ║ ║ Mana Points (MP): 48/50 (-2) ║ ║ Experience Points: 0/100 ║ ║ Level: 1 ║ ║ Attack Power (ATK): 5 (+0) ║ ║ Defense Power (DEF): 5 (+0) ║ ║ Magic Power (MAG): 5 (+0) ║ ║ Speed (SPD): 5 (+0) ║ ║ Luck (LUK): 5 (+0) ║ ╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝
╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ║ DEBUFFS ║ ╟────────────────────────────────────────────╢ ║ Weak Body Debuff: Reduces the character's physical ║ endurance, making them more vulnerable to attacks. -5 Health Points (HP), -3 Defense Power (DEF) │ ║
║ Easily Sickened Debuff: Makes the character more ║ susceptible to diseases. Weakens immunity. -2 Health Points (HP), -2 Mana Points (MP), -2 Luck (LUK) │ ║
║ Shortened Lifespan Debuff: Reduces the character's lifespan. -10 Health Points (HP), -5 Mana Points (MP), -5 Speed (SPD) ╟──────────────────────────────────────────────╢
╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ║ BUFFS ║ ╟──────────────────────────────────────────────╢ ║ Sword God Buff: +5 Attack Power (ATK), +3 Defense Power (DEF), +2 Speed (SPD) │ ║ │ ║ Speed Blessing Buff: +5 Speed (SPD), +2 Luck (LUK) │ ╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝
Liam smiled strangely as he looked at the screen, his face covered in sweat, and said, "I guess I'll just have to be a farmer. As long as I plant the crops in the right season, I'll eventually reap the rewards."
Feeling the dampness in his clothes, Liam sighed. If he had slept like this, he would probably have gotten even sicker. He was extremely afraid of the debuffs, and if he had known he would be reborn in this world, he wouldn't have taken so many debuffs just to gain powerful buffs. Liam grabbed onto his bed and got up, walking toward the wooden wardrobe that he considered luxurious.
When Liam opened the wardrobe, he took out a set of dry clothes to change into. However, even these relatively light clothes felt excessively heavy on his weak arms. As he removed his shirt, he noticed burn marks on parts of his body that were normally hidden from view. These burn marks were likely the result of his skin extinguishing cigarettes.
Liam examined the burn marks on his body and saw his reflection in the mirror directly in front of him. His jet-black hair and ruby-red eyes seemed to gleam in the pitch darkness of the night. He had a rather handsome face, but it was extraordinarily pale, making him appear as if he could die at any moment.
Liam placed his hands under his eyes and spoke, "According to my memories, I used to face bullying from the people around me just because of the devil-like color of my eyes..."
Liam didn't care about the bullying he had endured. At this moment, he needed to appear small and insignificant. He would do whatever it took to survive, even if it meant wading through pig manure. His entire focus was on living. However, there was another threat that loomed over him, the Shortened Lifespan Debuff. "Ah, this shortened lifespan is truly bothersome. I need to find a way to extend my life."
With a splitting headache that he could no longer bear, Liam changed into fresh clothes and lay down on the part of the bed that wasn't soaked in sweat. He closed his eyes. If he didn't take good care of his body, he could die at any moment. He didn't want to die, so he had to take excellent care of himself. Liam planned to review his plans when he was in better physical condition. He mostly ate his meals in his room because he was sick, but this was probably due to his stepmother's fear that his father might develop some attachment to him.
Whenever the family had meals together, Liam's stepmother would come up with various excuses to send him away from the dining table, claiming that he needed rest to prevent another illness. Liam didn't care about this too much, as he knew that the Duke, his father, wasn't particularly benevolent toward him. After all, he understood the meaning behind his dim-witted wife's actions, but he chose to turn a blind eye to it.
As Liam's entire body ached, he gradually felt himself drifting off to sleep, surrendering to the comforting embrace of slumber.
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