Deadbeat demon Slayer.
A book that made it to the top three on the Charge gem rankings once and had earned him enough money to take care of himself for a while after his sister's death.
It followed an orphan teenager who worked a lot of odd jobs to take care of himself and his younger brother but got transmigrated along with his class one day into an alternate world with magic and skills.
They were told that they had been summoned in order the stop it's descent into Gehenna, a hell-like world also known as the Thirtieth layer of Hell.
While his classmates awakened unique systems that allowed them to shoot fireballs, slice mountains and nearly raise the dead, he awakened nothing.
[Nothing system]
It's description was just as bad.
[An irrelevant being who by a mistake of Fate was given another chance. You are nothing.]
But he was unbothered, all he wanted was to survive long enough to be able to get back and see his brother again.
He had to hunt monsters with no skills, no buffs and an absolutely pitiful mana pool.
He really was...
[Nothing]
That's why nobody even noticed when he was killed. Betrayed by the one person he believed cared for him, he was entirely forgotten by the world, labelled off as another casualty in a war that didn't even allow for a grave.
Yet, he wasn't dead, not really.
But there wasn't a moment he wished he wasn't.
He had been kidnapped by a cult that worshipped the demons and believed that the world's descent into Gehenna would be it's salvation. They were curious about his skill, something that they had never seen before.
For years he suffered unimaginable torture and experiments that stripped away the rest of his identity, until all that was left was a barely beating heart used in creating a living calamity. The Blood Lord, Despirad.
But, right before the cult's plan was complete... Damon woke up.
WAIT FOR NEXT CHAPTER~
Koe clicked her tongue in annoyance as she suddenly felt a block in Ender's mind.
[Tch, Your oath is valid.]
Ender felt a wave of warm energy wash through his body, relieving the ache in his bones.
He quickly got up and stretched his arms before heading to take a shower.
"Ah...Koe, open the vows I have on."
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[Sovereign's Black Contract]
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|Name: Rael Deth / Ender Ashborn
|True name: Hollow End
|Race: Human, Voidwalker
|Age: 6 (+18)
|Bloodline: ??? (Fragmented)
- Life force: 36
- System rank: Divine
- Existence: 2
- Mana Level: 0
- Physicality: 4
- Skills: None
- Techniques:
>Delusional technique: Shikkoku no Keiyaku [Divine rank - bound]
- Active Vows (6):
>In exchange for temporary usage of the Blade of Binding, sacrifice sight (1 year, 6 months)
>In exchange for the aspect cleaving, sacrifice the usage of all mana (8 years, 6 months)
>In exchange for the blessing of void, I shall bear the Void's gaze (indefinite)
>In exchange for an increase in life force, I sacrifice my sense of taste during lunch and dinner meals (indefinite)
>In exchange for a minor reversal of soul damage, I sacrifice an equivalent memory (indefinite)
>In exchange for a minor regeneration, I shall reveal my eyes to none except the mirror (indefinite)
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Rae—no, Ender leaned against the wall as water ran down his pale body. His face was passive as his eyes merely stared forward blankly, unblinking despite the water running over them.
Yet he wasn't bothered, not like he could feel the sting anyway. His perception was focused on the screen floating, not in front of him, but in the dark depths of his soul. It was a strange thing, instead of the vibrant, clean purple of the Void system screens which seemed not too overly graphic yet aesthetic, his looked like a cheap copy.
The colour was a red a bit too deep, and the fonts were in a deep black that made it hard to look at without feeling like something at the other side was staring back.
[You can't be blaming me for that. That's just the natural colour of your existence, dumass.]
"Then why the hell does it look like a framed murder scene?"
[...]
Ender felt a side-long stare directed at him, almost as if the voice was judging him.
[Do you really want me to answer that?]
"Ha...never mind."
Due to his incompatibility with literally every system in creation, he had to resort to creating one from scratch using a bit more of the existence he got from defeating Euphoria. Needless to say, it was incredibly hard. Due to the lack of the System, he had to learn how to use his abilities from scratch which caused him to spend the first five years of his life constantly trying to locate the crimson ring within his soul.
When he did, he had to form a unique contract to create a soul savepoint for his abilities and had it scan his entirety to create his stats.
Ender exited the shower, drying his hair mechanically like a robot, he didn't grope around for anything, already memorising the positions of every object in the room like he had done countless times. Every move was practised and more reflex than an conscious, enabling him to maintain his mental conversation while his body got dressed.
[Except for the broom.]
"Wha-"
BANG!
Suddenly, he stepped on something hard and the stick of a broom came up slamming into his head. He staggered back in shock, nearly falling over but managed to catch himself at the last second.
He felt a warm liquid run down his face from between his fingers, making him scowl in pain.
'Fuck, that hurt. Why didn't you warn me?'
[Why should I? You're blind remember?]
Ender didn't even bother with a response, instead wincing only slightly at the pain. Most of the time, the technique spirit voice was cold and aloof, bordering on condescending atimes but occasionally, she would switch to this child-like voice, getting animated and often pulling pranks like this.
The worst part was that he couldn't even tell which personality was real and which was fake, leaving him stumped and mostly annoyed.
'Tch, so annoying.'
He simply picked his towel back up and held it under his chin as small streams of blood flowed on it, ignoring the painful throb of the wound.
"Validate!"
He snapped his fingers, causing a clicking sound to ring out in the room. Immediately, the bleeding stopped and the closed back on itself, regenerating unnaturally until the broken flesh restored itself to perfection.
He basked in the familiar feeling of his flesh being woven back together, massaging his healed forehead to loosen up the expected stiffness.
'Dammit, why do I keep wasting these?'
Clutching the bloodied towel in his hand, he focused inward, feeling a crimson mist within his soul diminish slightly.
"Ah, I should really have—"
"Young Master, I'm hom—, EEK! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!"
He heard the sound of the door being opened before a mortified, feminine voice shouted out.
'Ah, crap.'
Before he could back away, two big, soft hands swooped him up and set him down carefully on the bed.
"What happened to you? I knew I should've not let you bath on your own." The worried voice continued as they continuously dapped at his face.
Rael's mouth twitched as he tried to wiggle out of her grasp, yet the person's grip was iron.
Pity. Care. Affection. Concern. Tiredness.
"Too much, miss." He choked out, feeling her overwhelming emotions clouding his vision through his fragment of Euphoria. The fragment allowed him to see and in a way 'feel' the emotions of those around him, bringing some colour into his dark life.
It wasn't as much as feeling as much as it was tasting.
Or maybe it was something entirely different.
Eitherway, he was feeling her seething rage through the fragment and it was a lot.
"Aunt Alice, your aura...leaking!" He choked out, feeling the heavy subconscious aura of the veteran knight.
Her eyes widened as she hurriedly suppressed her aura completely before it crushed him.
"Sorry...young master. I thought someone hurt you."
"Ah... it's okay. I just... slipped." He replied sheepishly.
Her eyes softened, showing an overwhelming sense of pity and affection towards him.
'I can't tell her Rinae left something out on the floor or that girl's cooked.'
And suddenly he felt something that tasted like...guilt?
"Forgive me, young master. If only...if only I was stronger. You wouldn't have to..."
It's my fault.
Rael was suddenly hit with an intoxicating amount of emotion, causing him to sway lightly, almost falling due to sheer sensory overload.
"Young master!" He saw her steady his shoulders softly with her dark iron gauntlets, setting him down carefully on the bed.
"Ah, I feel a little faint, maybe I should go to sleep." He said quietly, his head buzzing from the echo of the sharp spike in her emotions.
"Hm, yes you should probably get some sleep."
"You too, Aunt Alice." He smiled sweetly, causing her heart to melt in pity as she watched the child slowly drift off into the dream realm.
"Sleep well...young master."
She bowed slightly towards him before leaving the room quietly.
For a few minutes, the room was quiet except for the sound of even breathing before Ender spoke, his voice clear and devoid of emotion.
"Koe."
[Hmm?]
"Teach me how to use existence."
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[A/N: Hey y'all, I know updates been hella slow and the chapter quality may not be too good but I'm working on it. I have a major exam tomorrow but after that... I'll mostly be free to update more constantly. Wish me luck.]