6 The Three Scrolls (1/2)

Fang breathed in deeply. A thrum of energy ran through his body.

[Ahhh.... finally I may awake... those were some tasty morsels you provided, young man...]

A voice rang out in his head. Startled, Fang prepared to devour this intruder. Drawing his hands into a circular pattern, he injected Qi into the vacuum creating a densely swirling orb of energy. Years of fighting in the mountains had taught him many skills and uses of unrefined Qi. Although he could not execute any proper techniques and could not harm cultivators, this was more than enough to create a void that would suck the very systems out of any protagonist!

[Relax young man...]

Fang frowned. This voice...seemed different. Experience in devouring systems had taught him to be cautious however. They were all a very shifty and clever bunch... although he had only just devoured three systems so far.

[No need for that...I am the being that you have awakened...those were excellent sacrifices... as a result I shall bestow upon you a way to utilize all this stored energy...]

Fang frowned.

'What exactly is this ”system” talking about' he wondered.

There was a massive rumbling as his entire body vibrated, every tendon strumming as if he were a harp being played by the celestials. His bones snapped and remolded, forming a firmer structure.

[There...it is done. I have bestowed upon you three skills based on the systems that you have given me...each one of them is powerful in their own right so use them carefully...]

Fang stepped back, shocked at this turn of events. He... had a system!?!?

”NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” he screamed.

Systems were notoriously troublesome. They forced you to be a protagonist and to fight monsters and kill thousands of people and lose all your friends and family as some sort of horrific test of mental and emotional fortitude. Even worse, his current bank account couldn't support a protagonist's lifestyle!

Grinding his teeth, Fang muttered bitterly. There was a flash before his eyes and his brain immediately filled with pure knowledge. Screaming, he fell to the ground, clutching his aching head. Manuals and recipes floated around in his head. They convalesced into three scrolls.

The first scroll was dark purple in color, adorned with silver script and dark blue lining. It was soft and formless, fading in and out of reality as if it was representing the very essence of the void. electricity crackled around the edges of the scroll and it gave off a dangerous aura.

The second scroll was red and gold in color with silver script as well. It was fiery and domineering, with flames burning all around it. The script on the scroll seemed to be burned on and the multicolored flames orbited around the scroll.