4 Last Practice (1/2)
Michael, now Marss, continued to follow the path shown in the previous youth's memory. Eventually ending up near a small village.
After some time walking trough the barren woods, he finally arrived at his destination. the village was covered by some large wood fence, enforced by some old lumps of iron and stone.
Closing in, he saw an open, but ungarded wood gate. Figuring this was the place, he entered.
As he proceeded, the first thing which he noticed was the old wooden houses, matching the fence type wall that surrounded the grassy farmland. They shared some similarities to the kind of buildings displayed in those musem theme parks. some wheat field an barns also came into view. However, when looking back at the open gate, all fields were empty and the barns locked thight.
The second object, or rather the second entity, were some fleeting dots that approached him rapidly. Quickly moving from the corner of his eyes to the center.
The figures, as if they saw something incredible sped up towards his direction.
Taking another look at them, they took the shape of a small group of teens. Their expression showing something close to disbelief.
Marss frowned. In the unclear memories which ran their turn inside his brain, a sequence was shown, containing the same teens pummeling his body into the moist forrest dirt.
”So this kid got beaten to death?”. The memories of the old Marss then quickly resurfaced all at once.
The 'him' of this world was a coward. Only good a hiding and lying. Always trying slip away from work which mainly consisted of hard farm labour.
'He' looked up to the strong gangs of older children, constantly trying to get on their good side.
Sadly, life was cut short by this boundless fervor, as he died at their hand. It happend because they grew tired of him always following them around.
As his thoughts finished turning, the teens appeard In front of him, with the oldest and tallest of them named Fenrik starting to speak.
”Ha!” he cried out with a dull but cracked voice. His lean and well-defined face synchronizing perfectly with the short red hair covering his head like a sheath.
”You dare show yourself here even after receiving a round? Well, whatever. Go fetch me something to drink.” Fenrik, as if asserting his position once more, immediately order Marss to do the usual bidding.
However, taking a closer look at the small kid In front of him, fenrik's eyes opened themselves further, seemingly surprised.
”Hey what happened to your eyes? why are they suddenly golden?” Fenrik questioned.
The surrounding boys, also began looking into little Marss's eyes, noticing the new gold tint emerging from his newly awakend irises.
Although Marss was definitely considered the oldest one, if counting his previous age, there was no feeling of forgiveness anywhere inside his heart, even when counting the fact that he was not the original Marss.
His old life was built up by constant internal and external conflicts, slowly shaping his mind into a towering mountain that would not bend.
While living on earth, the most common emotion he had was contempt. Contempt towards all who looked down on him. This feeling was more than familiar, yet now, as he found these men fitting of it, there came nothing.
It was rather strange. He didn't feel anything at all. As if his body ran on some instinctive program embedded deep inside.
Fenrik noticed he was lost in his thoughts and felt insulted. How could such a brat dare ignore him? Especially one such as Marss? Further angering himself, he proceeded to strech his arm towards the golden eyed boy.
Yet, as his hand creepet closer, an urgent, unknown feeling woke him up. Shaken awake by a pain originating from his his arm. He now looked at Marss, who held his wrist with his small soft hand.
”Hey!” Fenrik cried.
”What do you think you are doing? Do you not remember what level I have reached?” the teen barked once more as he struggled.
Marss, however, turned a deaf ear to him. Listening to the voice running amok in his head.
[Hostile intent detected]
[Estimated Level:12]
[chance of host winning:98,7%]
[chance of host losing:1,3%]
Similarly, Fenrik heard and saw the same kinds of number, only slightly less accurate and lacking, but also reversed against him.
While watching the numbers appear before him, disbelief clouded his mind.
”H..Hey” he forced out, wishing to regain his lost arrogance. ”Lets just give in for today! Or what do you say?”
Despite his pleading, Marss did not release his grip, and instead tightened it further.
A certain memory emerged in his head. It was the image of the guy who took his life. Belittling him while he slowly laid before him.
[Activated ability:Baleful aura LvL:1] (Realeasing an aura which clouds the target's mind with fear. can be used on multiple opponents, but effect will be weakend)
[Activated ability:Punch LvL:1]
(A normal punch)
[Title Activated:EXPERIENCED FIGHTER]
[A title granted to those who hold a vast amount of battle experience in their soul]
[All physical attacks do 20% more damage]
Marss, suprised but not dazed, then decided to casally throw his fist towards the young man's face.
The last thing Fenrik saw was the image of a beast streching its claws towards his eyes.
As the malleable face connected with the enforced clump of flesh and bone, it began forming a small dent with the nose at its center.
A series of cracking noises then came after, followed by a ringing which emerged in Marss's mind.
[host has defeated hostile target]
[Absorbing experience....calculating]
[Level up!]
[Level up!]
[Level up!]
He received that notification 5 times. Rasing his level to [5/10]. When the ringing stopped, he was greeted by a familiar sight once more.
[Further calculations required..]
[Previous error corrected]
[Display engaged]
Layer:Soldier(low)
Lvl:5/10 (+5)
Name:Marss Frell Wiik
Race:Human/V???A?T Age:15
Mental status:Normal
Body status:Normal
Energy:100
Bloodline:none
[ABILITIES] (active)+
[ABILITIES] (passive)+
[TITLES]+
A satisfied smile formed on his face. He then moved his eyes towards the corpse laying beneath him.
He kept starring at it, as if he noticed that something was amiss. It caused a slight headache to emerge in the back of his mind.
”RUN!! MARSS KILLED FENRIK!”.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Marss heard the previously obedient dogs scream. Whenever they looked at the unmoving body, their running and screaming would become more frantic.
As the screaming resonated within the area, the crude wooden doors flew open. Villagers of all genders started emerging from their aged houses. The reason Marss was identifying them all as villagers was because each and every one wore some sort of roughly tailord leather. All having their own color and shapes, but not an important detaled as they were all dirty.
The Villagers quickly gathered around the murder site, with Marss and Fenrik in the center.
Out of the newly formed crowd came a tall and robust man, daunting a bald head and a rough red beard. His eyes, though white, contained some redness in them. Most likely from drinking. His barely viewable facial features were as hardy as his beard, with small black hairs covering his tanned and swollen arms.