"And that’s how 50,000,000 something years the battle for supremacy began or that''s how our text of the past tells us boy, although not much is remembered of that bygone era"


    Vesper Tuned out the old mans rumbling about the history of their world or multiverse whatever that was.


    Looking up at the starry night sky he thought ''would i ever be able to..."sigh"


    What was he thinking?


    To unlock the system you first needed to be the age of 16 and once you became 16 you would wait for the winter solstice = when the system would whisk you away to put you through a trial, a terrifying challenge where you would fight a corrupted beast that the System calculates is appropriate for you, then you are thrust into a random scenario of the past on where you have to survive while the beast is constantly chasing you with only the equipment your person once the trial starts, as to why its does that no one really knows and not really worth thinking about it.


    Because low and behold Vesper was an orphaned slum rat, his father was gone when he was just 6 years a old and his mother..."lets not think about her" how would he survive that kind of nightmare? What could he do? The solstice was in just 10 hours away, he had some hope but nothing to say he would survive that trial. That was why he was here asking the old coot some question before his fucking demise came.


    "HEY!! OLD MAN"


    "WHAT?? YOU SCRUNNY RAT"


    "enough of history can you tell me some tips so that i can sure fucking survive the trial in a week?" Vesper said while tangling the pouch with some coins to the old man.


    "YOU-sigh alright" the old man said after seeing the pouch


    "so what do you wanna know boy?"


    "as i said before tell me about the trial, how is it going to be? how am i going to survive while being Sealed?" sealed was a term used to describe the stages of supremacy that the system used that being F grade to describe the lowest level of cultivation where everyone was born with.


    " WHAT SEALED? boy how the hell are you still low F grade at the age of 15, even the most untalented 12 year old''s achieve high F grade before the start of the trial" the old man stared at Vesper with astonishment


    Vesper gritted his teeth, did this old coot didn''t think he knew that? he wouldn''t be asking him of all people for ways to survive the trial if he was high F grade or even better E grade he wouldn''t have to worry for his life so much. But growing up he noticed that whatever he tried to do to raise his cultivation, the ambient qi wouldn''t circulate through his body and not even the quack doctor next door what the hell was wrong with him.


    "Just tell anything old man i don''t have time left or you don''t want this money?" Vesper said sarcastically.


    "Sigh- ok you brat, first thing first from what the sect branch says, the Heavens will chose a scenario and a beast depending on your personality, talent and cultivation level".


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    " My trial when i was your age i had to survive in some ancient jungle while i was chased by some F grade snake, though it was the hugest f grade snake i had seen in my life and i barely survived because even the environment is against you, though the heavens are fair and you are usually given a quest to survive a set of days if your cultivation and talent are low" the old man said while looking at Vesper with confusion


    Noticing the look Vesper asked


    "What?"


    "How don''t you know this basic information? even if the sect most probably laughed at your face when you probably asked them for at least a weapon for the upcoming trial, they are obliged to at least give you a run down on how things work"


    Vesper stared at the old man with a death stare before he sigh and stared down at the table and mumbled


    "ca..Casandra"


    "Ah...no need to explain then" while he shuffled uncomfortably from the stare earlier


    Casandra was a clerk that was notorious for being a piece of shit to people especially slum dwellers like him, she wouldn''t even let him in the office now that his trial was around the corner and he desperately needed information.


    "Anyway when i was first taking the trial i was an late F grade brat so the system gave me a quest to fight and slay the corrupted serpent or evade it and find an escape exit" he coughed half embarrassed for some reason.


    "After i almost died fighting that abomination i hid from it for days, half dead until i luckily found a hole which was actually the exit"


    Vesper heard this and was happy to hear the system would at least play fair and make him fight something as trashy as him, his hope had been rekindled but it wasn''t enough he needed more information that just this snippets.


    "So" Vesper said "that''s it?"


    "THATS IT??, Brat you try surviving that nightmare with you trash talent and terrible personality" the old man fumed after that suppose insult to his pride.


    "There is much else i can say any other tips from my trial wouldn''t help you it would only hinder you so...SO" the old coot saw Vespers eyes full of disappointment at him and so he cracked.


    "You... YOU!!! GET OUT BRAT MY PATIENCE HAS RUN THIN..."*SIGH* he calmed him self down "that''s all i have to say to the likes of you but one final tip and a gift because at least you have had the decency to pay me". "Fight and survive and the system will acknowledge you because even if you pass the trial you might just be given a window with your stats and nothing else, just a shit screen mocking you an till the end of your life. Those who get acknowledged are usually those who start making something with their fate and realize their destiny and here"


    The old man throw a dagger at vesper barley missing him and hitting the wooden beam behind him


    "WHAT THE HELL OLD MAN" Vesper shouted in blazing anger


    "hahaha take that dagger it might help you survive now GO!!" the old bastard said after releasing some killing intent.


    Vesper stood up and pulled the dagger from the beam and run for the hills or in his case to the solstice hall where the trial takers would be whisked aways by the Wrathful heavens.


    ...


    The old man watched the scrawny little rat go and shook his head he had no chance of surviving so he took pity on him and gave him one of his old dagger, he didn''t know why he did it. Its was just those eyes, it reminded him of himself when he was trying to survive eyes burning with the will to keep on living and the will to dominate that it even given him a half step D grade a run for his money but being D grade with a shitty aspect of a supposed earth master of the mortal quality evaluated to him by the system this is how far he could go in his with his suppose high talent people said he had.


    " Well not my problem any longer if he survives he survives though the last tidbit was a lie i wouldn''t hurt to give him some motivation now lets see how much the brat gave me" open the pouch the old man paused.


    "... this... THIS!!!!" spreading the bags content on the table there was only a bunch of metal scraps the boy had played him like a fiddle


    "Mother F-"


    Did he really just fall for the oldest trick in the book?