《Emotional Psycho》 Emotional Sensor (1) Immersed in the daily grind, I often find myself enveloped in the weariness of existence, a persistent sentiment that weaves its way into my thoughts, creating an intricate tapestry of contemplation. The specifics of my origin, shrouded in mystery, unfold as an enigmatic puzzle, with the precise moment of my birth and the elusive identities of my biological parents veiled in the mysterious tendrils of the unknown. This ambiguity casts a shadow over the very essence of my existence, leaving me with an insatiable curiosity about the roots that anchor me to this world. The initiation of my daily routine reverberates with the resounding call, "Get ready for your class, Mark," echoing through the expansive confines of our household. This daily proclamation, orchestrated by the matriarchal presence of my mother, Lila Daniel, forms a foundational rhythm in the symphony of our familial life. Firmly enmeshed in familial ties through the avenue of adoption into the opulent Daniel family, I find myself navigating the intricate dance of my adolescent journey under the benevolent patriarchal reins of Arthur Daniel. His presence casts a commanding yet protective shadow over my formative years, adding layers of complexity to the delicate tapestry of my upbringing. The perplexities surrounding the circumstances of my adoption persistently elude my grasp, akin to ethereal phantoms dancing on the periphery of comprehension. My inquiries into this matter consistently yield responses emphasizing my distinct appearance¡ªan amalgamation of golden eyes, brown hair, and an unceasingly cheerful countenance¡ªthat purportedly sets me apart from my peers. This revelation unravels an enigma that deepens with each passing day, leaving me grappling with the complexities of identity and origin. A repetitive cycle commences with my mother''s persistent calls, and my dutiful response of "I''m coming, Mom" signals the commencement of yet another day in my atypical existence. It unfolds as a rhythmic ballet of familial expectations and adolescent aspirations, playing out against the backdrop of the ordinary yet concealing the extraordinary nuances of my internal journey. Mark Daniel, thirteen years old, seeks solace in the embrace of online classes, a transformative realm navigated with guidance from Claire, my dedicated virtual instructor. The noticeable absence of my father, Arthur, underscores his preoccupation with a bustling business schedule, relegating familial engagements to sporadic occurrences. This dynamic adds a layer of complexity to the delicate tapestry of our familial dynamics, forcing me to grapple with the intricate balance between virtual education and the yearning for paternal presence. In lieu of conventional brick-and-mortar educational institutions, my scholastic pursuits unfold within the ever-evolving digital realm. The hands of the clock eventually align at the hour of 3 PM, ushering in a poignant sigh as I relinquish the conscious realm to the embrace of my bed, surrendering to the ethereal tendrils of sleep and dreams. This transition becomes a crucial juncture, where the external world fades, and the internal world awakens, allowing dreams to weave their own narrative within the vast tapestry of my subconscious. Just on the brink of succumbing to the allure of sleep, my sanctuary is disrupted as my mother, wielding a pillow as her chosen weapon, playfully intervenes in a delightful interlude. This injection of levity into the somber symphony of daily routines becomes a cherished moment, breaking the monotony with familial warmth and playfulness. Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. "Ouch! Why, Mom?" I inquire, my voice becoming a melodic note in the domestic sonata. "Ouch!" she repeats the motion, a playful cadence punctuating our familial exchange. The roots of her frustration lie in my confinement since the tender age of eight, a fact she vehemently expresses with a stern gaze, unraveling a narrative of maternal concern woven into the fabric of my upbringing. A terse exchange ensues, punctuated by a slap that leaves my visage tinged with a rosy hue, a nuanced display of maternal discipline. "Cease this physical admonishment, Mom," I implore, my plea echoing in the sanctum of our familial abode. This plea reflects not only a desire for autonomy but also the evolving dynamics of our relationship, as I navigate the delicate balance between parental guidance and the burgeoning need for self-discovery. A directive to venture outside for recreation follows, accompanied by my mother''s unexpected shift in demeanor. This revelation peels back the layers of her emotional landscape, revealing a kaleidoscope of feelings beneath the veneer of routine. A query about her sadness unearths the revelation that this day marks the poignant anniversary of my adoption, casting a shadow over the celebratory nature of the occasion, as I, unbeknownst to myself, stand on the precipice of turning fourteen. In a momentary lapse of memory, I express my intention to venture outdoors, a decision that elicits a renewed smile from my mother. She promises a grand cake for the occasion, a gesture imbued with maternal warmth and celebratory intent. With a heartfelt embrace, I step into the outdoors, keenly observing the evolving landscape¡ªtowering edifices, diminished vehicular commotion, and a prevalence of verdant surroundings. These elements contribute to the ever-changing tableau of my surroundings, adding depth to the sensory experience of my external environment. A sprawling market awaits exploration, each stall presenting a microcosm of diversity, a vibrant tapestry woven with the threads of communal exchange. The meandering journey leads me to the discovery of an abandoned amusement park, a site that serves as the catalyst for a flood of recollections, altering the trajectory of my existence with each step. This excursion becomes a metaphorical journey through the corridors of memory, unraveling the threads that connect the past to the present, and shaping the narrative of my identity. The flashback transports me to a bygone era, six years prior, when I, at the tender age of eight, accompanied my father to the amusement park. It was a journey marked by laughter and revelry, a joyful experience that now resides as a cherished memory within the recesses of my mind. However, a detour into a sinister haunted house unfurls a nightmarish sequence, a traumatic episode etched into the annals of my memory. Ghostly apparitions inflict wounds and leave indelible scars, marking the inception of a life-altering chapter that casts its shadow on the canvas of my consciousness. The crescendo of agony climaxes as an otherworldly voice intones, "You are chosen. GE2109 is your name." This revelation abruptly halts the ordeal, leaving me physically unscathed but burdened with an extraordinary ability¡ªthe perception of others'' emotions. This newfound capability becomes a double-edged sword, a gift or curse bestowed upon me in the crucible of that harrowing experience. As I navigate the intricate web of human emotions, I grapple with the weight of this unique talent, shaping my interactions with others and influencing the course of my personal journey. The weight of this newfound capability settles upon me as I navigate through the tapestry of life, grateful for my father''s concern yet acutely aware of the distinctive trait that sets me apart in an unforeseen and intricate manner. It becomes a defining aspect of my identity, shaping the contours of my journey with every nuanced emotion and ephemeral sentiment that permeates the fabric of my existence. Each encounter, each experience, becomes a brushstroke on the canvas of my life, contributing to the ever-evolving masterpiece that is my story. Emotional sensor (2) My dad insisted on taking me to the hospital, his worry palpable even though I assured him that nothing major had happened. Inevitably, we found ourselves on the way to the hospital, where, after the visit, my dad engaged in a conversation with a consultant. A subtle vibe made me feel that they were aiming for more money, offering me a stark reality check about the intricacies of the world we live in. "This world is an absolute mess," I pondered, feeling the gravity of the situation. Eventually, the doctor reassured both of us, and a collective sigh of relief escaped my dad. As we headed home, however, an uneasy feeling persisted ¨C a strange energy, perhaps even hostility, lingered in the air. I clung to my dad, scared, and he likely assumed my worry was connected to the earlier incident. Thankfully, that uneasy feeling gradually dissipated by the time we reached halfway home. "Phew," I sighed in relief. Since that day, a deep-seated aversion to people took root within me. I began to see them as individuals always ready to take advantage, prompting me to retreat into isolation for six years, scarcely venturing outside. "Will people ever change?" I questioned during those years of solitude. With time, the intensity of the frightening experience waned, prompting me to revisit the theme park to gauge how things had evolved. The outcome, however, was far from positive. The roller coaster track, once vibrant, now lay rusted; the burger joint had turned into a rat-infested wreck, and the ghost house ¨C the primary motivation for my return ¨C had its door shattered, reminiscent of the damaged burger place. Entering the ghost house, my hope to witness the eerie scene from six years ago was in vain. Stepping outside again, the door, previously in ruins, now stood firmly closed. Attempting to open it, a creepy feeling engulfed me, suggesting it might spring back to life. As anticipated, the door materialized after a brief interval, accompanied by a haunting echo echoing the voice from six years prior, cryptically stating, "It is starting soon." Abruptly, it vanished, leaving the closed door restored to its destroyed state. Inside the ghost house, I confronted not only physical ruins but also my own fears. The closed door served as a symbol of both confinement and mystery. Exiting the theme park, a renewed sense of self-discovery accompanied me. The journey, replete with emotional highs and lows, transformed into a profound exploration of resilience, acceptance, and the inevitable changes life presents. The haunting ruins of the past, though chilling, imparted invaluable lessons about the perpetual dance between creation and destruction. A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. In the end, that theme park became a tapestry of memories, blending the bitter with the sweet. It encapsulated the human experience ¨C laden with challenges, haunted by the past, yet resilient in the pursuit of meaning. The ruins may have faded into the background, but the enduring lessons stayed, shaping my perspective on life''s intricate journey. *** As I was leaving the park, my mom gave me a ring. She shared the exciting news that Dad would be returning home that evening to join in celebrating my birthday. She enthusiastically mentioned having purchased a delectable cake brimming with both chocolate and vanilla cream. "Make sure to head home sooner rather than late," she reminded me. Gratitude filled my heart as I responded, "Thanks, Mom." The joyous anticipation of the upcoming celebration enveloped me. Life, you see, is a bit like a merry-go-round, throwing moments of joy and challenges our way, making it a real ride. It got me thinking, living through it can be a bit of a struggle at times, you know? So, after this kind of strange experience, this strong feeling came over me to head back home. I retraced the same steps I took to get there. Once I got to the market, the thought popped into my head, "Why not explore some of those old-school paper books?" You see, I''m usually holed up at home, navigating online classes. I''ve become quite accustomed to staring at screens for everything. Physical books? Not exactly my go-to. I hardly ever lay my hands on those, and to be honest, I''ve never even bothered asking someone to grab me a storybook. That''s just how things have been, you know? As I entered the public library, I found myself engulfed in a sea of books, as far as the eye could see. It was like a book lover''s paradise, and I honestly felt like I needed a hundred pairs of eyes to truly appreciate the vastness of it all. The library organized these literary treasures into extensive categories, creating a haven for bibliophiles like myself. Never before had my eyes beheld such an extensive collection of books. Wandering into the comic book section, my curiosity led me to randomly select a title called "The Unknown." With expectations of a gripping mystery, I eagerly delved into its pages. However, what I encountered was anything but ordinary. Instead of realistic portrayals, the illustrations depicted enigmatic shadow figures, almost ghost-like. The initial page featured a couple, discernible by their distinct hairstyles, standing expectantly at a door. Flipping to the next page, the couple vanished, replaced by a small child witnessing the brutal and graphic murder of, presumably, their parents. This gripping narrative held me captive until my immersion was abruptly interrupted by my mother''s call. Adhering to library etiquette, I stepped outside to engage in conversation with her. Urging me to return home within 15 minutes, her concern remained a mystery. Was it my father''s early return or just a mother''s worry due to my extended absence since leaving at half-past 3, now finding the clock at six? As I hastened homeward, the sight of my father''s shoes outside our abode brought a sense of relief. However, upon entering with a joyful and smiling countenance, my elation was cruelly shattered. A heart-wrenching scene unfolded before my eyes¡ªmy parents lay in a state of brutal demise. My mother''s throat was ruthlessly slit, and her left eye bore the marks of unspeakable violence. Meanwhile, my father suffered fatal stab wounds, scars crisscrossing his body. The brutality extended further, with his right arm severed and his tongue callously removed. The stark contrast between my initial happiness and the harsh reality left me in profound sorrow, a surreal nightmare that I never fathomed would become a part of my life. What really happened (1) "I don''t know what had happened to them," I thought as tears welled up. As I began to cry, a peculiar panel-like object appeared in front of me. [[ ***G_E_C*** In shadows, a silent tragedy unfolds¡ªinnocent eyes witness the abrupt end of their parents, a grim puzzle that time may never unravel. In the darkness, find strength. Look closely at what happened, learn from it. Seek support, and as you make sense of the pieces, grow stronger through understanding. The weak will die ]] "What the hell is GEC"I pondered. Upon reading the entire message, I eventually figured out that someone had intentionally organized this unfortunate event. The message explicitly advised ignoring the incident and focusing on becoming stronger. I felt compelled to comply as it warned that only weak individuals would perish. However, the sudden appearance of a panel-like object puzzled me. Such advanced technology doesn''t seem to exist. "It''s probably just my imagination," I thought. I attempted to touch it, only to receive a slight shock. "I offer my heartfelt apologies, dear Mom and Dad, as a heavy sigh escapes me, expressing my regret at being unable to shield you from harm," I lamented. Taking the responsible step, I promptly reported the distressing incident to the police, who are now providing support during this challenging time. The funeral proceedings for my beloved parents transpired with solemn grace. In the aftermath, the incident gained widespread attention, permeating the news. Engrossed in watching a movie one day, my attention was abruptly drawn by the resounding blast of a car horn. Peering outside, I beheld my uncle, the esteemed CEO of my father''s company, patiently awaiting entry. Inevitably, I sensed the imminent transfer of my father''s corporate reins. "How are you, Mark?" queried my uncle with genuine concern. "I am coping," I replied. "I regret missing the somber occasion of the funeral," he expressed. "It''s quite alright, Uncle," I reassured. "The demands of the company kept me preoccupied," he explained, initiating our conversation. Following a series of casual exchanges, my uncle eventually divulged the underlying purpose of his visit. He sought my cooperation in relinquishing control of the company, promising eventual ownership once I reached the maturity to steward it. I started feeling a strong sense of greed emanating from him, an excessive desire that seemed overwhelming, to the point where I feared it might consume me entirely. Frustrated and fatigued with the complexities of the world, I came to a monumental decision. I chose to permanently hand over the entire company to him, noticing a subtle, invisible smile forming on his face. Curiosity marked his face as he questioned, "Why the sudden change?" "That''s not something you need to worry about," I replied, a bit irked. It felt like there was a bit of resentment directed my way. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Subsequently, my uncle handed me a stack of papers, urging me to put my signature on them. Succumbing to the weight of the situation, I obliged and began to make my way towards the exit. "Where are you off to?" he inquired. "Somewhere away from people," I stated, expressing my desire for solitude. I hurried my steps, running faster and faster until I found myself at the edges of the city. Looking at the clock, I realized it had taken me a good half-day, starting my journey at 1 pm, and now the time had advanced to almost 7 pm. My attempt to leave the city was met with resistance from vigilant security guards who warned me about the potential dangers lurking outside at this hour. Curiosity getting the better of me, I probed further, discovering that a sizable forest, housing various wild creatures, surrounded the city. Facing the predicament of having no place to stay, the guards kindly guided me to their camp, where they generously provided me with a meal. As night approached, I entertained the notion of slipping away without anyone taking notice, a thought that elicited a chuckle from me. After a few hours of much-needed rest, I roused myself and embarked on a quiet escape from the camp. Skillfully avoiding detection, I found myself within the depths of the mysterious forest. A sense of relief washed over me as I began to unravel the secrets concealed within the vast wooded expanse. Venturing further into the dense forest, where human presence dwindled, I found myself immersed in solitude. With the sunrise, hunger gripped me, a stark reminder of the contrast from my previous luxurious lifestyle. No longer accustomed to the comforts of the past, I acknowledged the need to hunt for sustenance. Driven by the pangs of hunger, my first quest was to find a source of water. Thirst compelled me to scour the surroundings for any significant water bodies. Hoping for a river where I could indulge in fishing to satisfy my appetite, I diligently searched for hours. However, to my dismay, I couldn''t spot any. Fatigue and desperation set in, prompting me to seek refuge beneath a tree. The realization dawned upon me that survival in this new environment demanded a departure from the comforts of my past life. In the midst of the forest, a symphony of water falling from a considerable height caught my attention. Intrigued by the enchanting sound, I embarked on a journey to trace its origin, eventually stumbling upon a breathtaking sight ¨C a colossal waterfall, shrouded in mist, with the top concealed by clouds. The water below was exceptionally clear, sparking a palpable excitement within me. My immediate need for hydration prompted me to partake in the refreshing liquid, yet the persistent growls emanating from my stomach reminded me of the pressing hunger that awaited satisfaction. Facing with the challenge of securing sustenance, my attempts at catching fish with bare hands proved futile. Undeterred, I scoured the surroundings for makeshift tools and chanced upon wooden sticks with a hardness akin to rocks. Determined to fashion them into serviceable instruments, I spent a dedicated hour refining their edges with the aid of stones. Armed with these rudimentary implements, I embarked on a renewed effort to fish, only to be confronted with the stark reality of my inexperience. Undaunted, I found myself lying on the ground, resolute in my determination to persevere against the challenges that nature presented. "I won''t yield," I declared to myself, rallying my spirit. Resuming my fishing endeavors, a stroke of fortune smiled upon me as I spotted a sizable fish, its impressive stature promising a bountiful reward. Seizing the opportunity, I strategically ambushed the aquatic creature, swiftly bringing it to a successful end. Overwhelmed with joy, I couldn''t contain my exuberance, letting out a triumphant exclamation, "I did it!" Utilizing the wooden sticks collected earlier, I adeptly kindled a campfire, where I skillfully fried the freshly caught fish. Each bite was a celebration of not just survival but also a triumph over the challenges presented by this newfound environment. "Mmm, it''s truly delectable," I savored each mouthful, reveling in the unexpected joy of a simple meal. In the midst of this culinary satisfaction, as I lay on the forest floor, a sudden bark pierced the ambient sounds. Following the canine melody, I discovered a little puppy, lying unconscious on the ground. Moved by compassion, I gently revived the pup by offering it water and a share of the fish. As the small creature stirred to consciousness, a joyful wag of its tail revealed its appreciation. I affectionately named the black-furred companion Shadow, a symbol of our newfound camaraderie. Curiosity enveloped me as the little pup approached, emanating an unexpected sense of loyalty. In that intriguing moment, I found myself contemplating the seemingly extraordinary ability to discern the emotions of an animal. It was a realization that extended beyond the mundane challenges of survival, hinting at a deeper connection with the natural world around me. What really happened (2) It''s not merely about loyalty. Not to mention that loyalty is not exactly an emotion. This adorable companion not only provides me with the strength to confront my deepest fears but also instills a profound sense of faith within me. As I lay down to rest, my muscles ached, rendering even the movement of my fingers a challenge, and soon I succumbed to a deep sleep. As time elapsed, the sun completed its descent, surrendering the celestial canvas to the moon and stars. It was then that I recalled the peculiar dream that unfolded during my slumber. Enveloped in darkness, I found myself standing alone. A solitary ray of light beckoned, revealing a golden heart intricately connected, though invisibly, to every living creature¡ªa symbolic nexus of all existence, aptly named the Heart of Earth. Intrigued, I drew closer, and upon touching it, a profound experience shook me to my core. It felt as if I were being inexorably drawn into a black hole. Suddenly, a panel-like structure materialized, bearing a cryptic message: [[ You are connected to the ''Infinite''. From now on, ''Infinite'' will take care of you. ]] Chaos ensued; everything around me collapsed. In a frantic state, I found myself running aimlessly, like a headless chicken, grappling with the overwhelming uncertainty of the impending collapse. Transitioning to the present, I endeavored to comprehend the true essence of ''Infinite.'' It dawned on me that the key might lie within that golden heart¡ªthe very heart the panel referred to as ''Infinite.'' As my mind buzzed with questions, my little companion, ever watchful, gazed at me with anticipation. In an attempt to reciprocate his joy, I gently rubbed his stomach. Yet, amidst this moment, my own stomach began to growl, a reminder of the earthly, tangible needs coexisting with the mysteries of the ''Infinite.'' Savoring the anticipation of this moment, I consumed the last of the fish carefully stored for such occasions, sharing a portion with my loyal companion. Suddenly, the enigmatic panel reappeared, presenting me with a choice: [[ Your skill is useless. Pick one of the skills below. 1) Max strength. 2) Double intelligence. 3) Path Finder. ]] A pivotal decision lay before me, each option holding the promise of newfound abilities in this mystical journey. Contemplating my existing capabilities, I questioned, "What skill do I possess?" Puzzled by the significance of choosing a skill, I grappled with the decision. Lost in thought, I unintentionally selected the ''Path Finder'' skill. In an instant, the panel vanished, leaving me bewildered, as if nothing had occurred. "What the hell is Path Finder?" I irked. Just then, the enigmatic panel reappeared, presenting a detailed description: [[ Skill: Path Finder Uses: Know the reason for your existence Level: 1 (Max) ]] Stunned by this revelation, I pondered, "Can I truly unravel the purpose of my existence with this seemingly simple skill?" Despite my initial skepticism about choosing what I deemed a "dumb skill," curiosity got the better of me. With a hesitant press of the "Yes" button, the panel responded with a message, unveiling the mysteries that awaited. The cryptic message unfolded as the panel reappeared: Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. [[ Surrounding yourself in darkness, thee will become the light. Revenge will become your life. ]] The panel vanished once more, leaving me to grapple with the weight of its ominous words. As thoughts of the tragedies that had befallen me stirred, a subtle desire for revenge emerged. Then, the panel materialized again, revealing unsettling information: [[ What happened to you is a part of the plan of those whose existence is unknown on earth. You will meet them in the near future. ]] Determined, I declared, "I will destroy them for sure. I will avenge my parents," with a villainous tone. The panel responded by unveiling my another skill: [[ Skill: Emotional Sensor Uses: Sense another creature''s emotions. Level: 1 Sub-skills: Injection (activates on shouting, inject a desired emotion into any creature, LVL1) ]] Armed with this newfound ability, the journey ahead seemed fraught with emotions and the pursuit of justice. Pondering the seeming inadequacy of my current skills, a stroke of fortune granted me another opportunity for empowerment. The enigmatic panel reappeared, presenting a fresh array of choices: [[ Choose one of the skills below. 1) Max strength 2) Double intelligence 3) Superhuman capabilities ]] Recognizing the potential synergy within "Superhuman capabilities," a skill promising a blend of extraordinary strength and heightened intelligence, I promptly made my selection. However, the panel''s response introduced an unexpected twist: [[ You cannot have any additional abilities. The skill you chose cannot be leveled up. ]] Unfazed, I accepted this limitation with a nonchalant, "No problem." The panel, having conveyed its message, vanished into the unknown, leaving me eager to put my newly acquired skill to the test. With anticipation coursing through my veins, I decided to challenge the limits of my enhanced abilities. Aiming for a tree, I unleashed a powerful punch, and the outcome surpassed all expectations. Not merely one, but the tree and its two companions standing sentinel behind it succumbed to the force of my newfound superhuman capabilities. The spectacle unfolded, revealing the true extent of my augmented strength and intelligence, a testament to the extraordinary journey that lay ahead. As I marveled at my newfound superhuman capabilities, it occurred to me that my physique remained unchanged. Determined to align my appearance with my enhanced strength, I decided to embark on a rigorous exercise regimen to bulk up my body. --- Four years elapsed in this pursuit. Mark dedicated himself to relentless training, each day marked by rigorous exercises. His loyal companion, Shadow, also underwent significant growth, becoming adept at hunting for his own sustenance. Their lives intertwined seamlessly, and happiness became their constant companion. Today marked Mark''s eighteenth birthday. The morning arrived with gentle licks from Shadow, nudging Mark awake. "Yaaawn," Mark stretched and affectionately rubbed Shadow''s head. Surprisingly, the panel that had been a constant presence for years remained absent. Twelve seasons had passed, bringing about a transformative period. "Let''s go for some fishing, Shadow," Mark suggested, and at the mere sight of the hunting stick in Mark''s hand, Shadow''s tail wagged with enthusiasm. The duo set out for fishing, a routine that had become a source of joy and sustenance. Their fishing expedition proved fruitful, satisfying their appetites. Then, unexpectedly, the panel made a reappearance after four years: [[ Get ready. You will be teleported in 10 minutes. Would you like your dog to come with you to ''Celestia'' ]] The mysterious message injected a sense of anticipation into their otherwise tranquil existence, hinting at an imminent adventure that awaited Mark and his loyal companion. In a moment of contemplation, the question lingered in my mind, "What the hell is ''Celestia''?" It dawned on me that this might be the very place where the elusive culprits responsible for the upheaval in my life resided. With the allotted 10 minutes ticking away, I, accompanied by my ever-loyal buddy, embarked on a journey into the enigma that was Celestia. As we arrived, the grandeur of Celestia unfolded before us, a testament to technological advancements far beyond the scope of earthly comprehension. The very existence of such a place on our home planet left me utterly astonished. Once again, the cryptic panel illuminated with a message of great import: [[ From now on, you will live in ''Celestia,'' a highly advanced planet, home to diverse species. GEC will be starting in one month. Get ready for it. The large building in front of you provides a personal room. They will take care of you. ]] The revelation that "Celestia" was not just a place but an advanced celestial planet threw my understanding into disarray. The mysteries surrounding my existence deepened, prompting an incredulous exclamation, "What the actual..." as I grappled with the profound implications of this extraordinary journey into the unknown. Celestia (1) Stepping into the building with a mind buzzing with unanswered questions, I found myself in the reception area faced with an unexpected sight ¨C a rather elderly-looking elf, peacefully slumbering but with a surprisingly noisy demeanor. This wasn''t your everyday scenario; it was my first encounter with a being resembling a human yet distinctly elven in nature. As minutes ticked away without any sign of the elf waking, my impatience grew. Deciding to dispel his seemingly eternal nap, I took an unconventional approach ¨C I closed his nose, leaving him with no choice but to switch to mouth breathing. To say I was baffled would be an understatement. In a fit of frustration, I couldn''t contain a rather explicit exclamation, a vocal manifestation of my irritation. Unperturbed, the elf remained in his deep slumber. That''s when I took matters into my own hands, quite literally. A gentle nudge wasn''t going to cut it, so I unceremoniously tipped his chair, resulting in a rather abrupt awakening for our drowsy elf friend. "May I inquire about your identity, sir?" inquired the elf. "I am Mark," I replied. "Mark? Please follow me this way," he gestured towards a staircase looming ahead. "Your room is on the topmost floor, the 20th floor." Curious, I asked, "Who reserved a room for me?" "Reserved? What are you talking about? These rooms are specially designed for individuals like yourself." "People like me?" "Yes, those who participate in GEC." "What in the world is GEC?" "Oh! You seem to be unaware of what GEC is, right?" "Yeah. Can you enlighten me?" "It''s not my duty. Your personal assistant will provide you with all the details." "I have a personal assistant too?" I exclaimed in surprise. "Absolutely, sir. Your personal assistant is there to cater to your needs. Just express your requirements, and he''ll ensure they''re promptly met," reassured the elderly elf. "Alright then, guide me to my room," I responded. He led me to what appeared to be the entrance of a portal. Upon stepping through, a sudden shift in surroundings signaled that I had been swiftly transported to the 20th floor. Intrigued, I couldn''t help but express my surprise, "Using a portal just to ascend in a building? That''s quite something." He nodded, offering an explanation, "Well, given that you hail from Earth, you might not be acquainted with this technology. Portals are a standard means of travel in Celestia. That''s how advanced our realm is." His words sparked a realization about Earth''s technological shortcomings. It dawned on me that in a hypothetical all-out conflict with Celestia, Earth would find itself woefully outmatched. It prompted me to ponder the audacity of humans considering themselves the most intelligent beings in the vastness of the universe. "By the way, how did you figure out that I''m from Earth?" I inquired with curiosity. "Well, humans are originally from Earth, aren''t they?" he responded. "Ah, yes. I completely forgot about that," I admitted, a momentary lapse in memory surfacing. As I stepped into my assigned room, a peculiar sense of forgetfulness lingered in the air. The exterior, deceivingly small, gave way to an expansive space that could rival the size of a large car factory. The clever use of highly advanced technology played a role in creating this illusion, but to my amazement, it wasn''t just a visual trick ¨C the room unfolded into a genuinely vast expanse, allowing me to move freely within its seemingly boundless confines. This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Contemplating the intricacies of the building''s advanced design left me in awe. It begged the question of what the surroundings beyond these walls might hold. If a structure hidden in such an obscure location could be this sophisticated, the thought of what lay beyond was almost unfathomable. It painted a mental image reminiscent of what many on Earth might envision as the planet''s appearance after a hundred thousand years ¨C a realm of unparalleled technological marvels. The sheer incredibility of this unknown planet continued to captivate my imagination, sparking a sense of wonder about the unseen wonders that awaited exploration beyond the confines of my room. Filled with curiosity, I embarked on an exploration of my room, eager to unravel the mysteries it might conceal. To my surprise, within this seemingly expansive space, I discovered five Murim-style abandoned houses. Four of them appeared fairly standard, but one, notably larger than its counterparts, emitted an eerie atmosphere that sent shivers down my spine. My own abode, situated a bit apart, stood as pristine as a newborn. Driven by an insatiable curiosity, I couldn''t resist the allure of the mysterious houses. My journey began with the four seemingly normal structures. However, these houses turned into neglected realms, overrun by a burgeoning rat population. The once promising exploration turned into a peculiar encounter with a planet of rodent inhabitants. My insatiable curiosity persisted, undeterred even as I neared the completion of my exploration, fueled primarily by the enigmatic aura emanating from the imposing building. Summoning my courage, I took a deep breath and began the journey towards the structure that had been giving me strange vibes. To my disquiet, as I approached the building, eerie apparitions of nightmarish memories from my past seemed to linger in the air. Despite the unsettling sight, I reassured myself that these were events of the past, and I was here to seek answers. Closing in on the door, my first skill, the Emotional Sensor, sprang to life. It detected an overwhelming sense of hostility from behind the door. Though fear crept in, my possession of superhuman strength provided a semblance of reassurance. Bracing myself, I took that decisive step and cautiously swung the door open, ready to confront whatever awaited on the other side. In the darkness, I discerned a humanoid figure moving with astonishing speed, outpacing my reflexes. To my bewilderment, it wielded a sword in its right hand and a blade in its left. Even my heightened senses seemed dulled in its presence. In an instant, it executed a flurry of strikes, cutting through me a hundred times, each incision sending waves of mind-numbing pain. Desperation took over, prompting me to hurl myself away in an attempt to minimize the onslaught. The pain was so intense that consciousness teetered on the brink of fading. Just as my awareness waned, a surprising sight unfolded ¨C a green-hued creature, dressed like a Murim master, approached. As it drew near, I identified the unexpected visitor as a goblin, introducing a new layer of intrigue to the already perplexing situation. My consciousness faded, and upon awakening, I found myself in my own house, wrapped in layers of bandages. Recollections of the intense encounter with the monstrous entity flooded back. As I rose from my resting spot, a tempting aroma led me to the source. Intrigued, I decided to sneak up on the person cooking using my high speed and agility. However, my attempt to surprise them took an unexpected turn. Instead of finding a child, I was met with astonishment as I laid eyes on a creature with a middle-aged human face in the place of the cooking child. To my surprise, the individual I had initially mistaken for a child turned out to be a dwarf. "Aaaagh!" he exclaimed in shock. "Aaaaaagh!" I echoed his shout, a mix of surprise and confusion resonating in both our voices. "Master, you scared the hell out of me," exclaimed the dwarf. "Master?" I pondered, and then it hit me ¨C I had a personal assistant. "How long was I unconscious?" I inquired. "One day," he replied with an almost uncanny speed, as if he anticipated my question before I uttered it. "It''s only been an hour outside this room," he added. "Huh? How is that possible?" I questioned. "I don''t know the reason, but time in here runs slower than outside," he explained. The concept seemed perplexing, but given the advanced technology I had witnessed, it wasn''t entirely implausible. Deciding to shift the focus, we began our introduction. Surprisingly, he already knew everything about me. Curiosity led me to inquire about him first. "What is your name?" I asked. "I don''t have a name yet. You have to name me," he responded. "Really?" I exclaimed, surprised by the unusual proposition. "Then I will name you Slubby!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. "From now on, my name is Slubby. You can treat me however you want," he declared. "You''ll be my companion from now on, just like friends," I stated. However, a sudden realization struck me. "Shadow!" Celestia (2) "Ah, the enigmatic ''Shadow'' you mention? Your devoted canine companion is currently enjoying a peaceful slumber within the sprawling confines of one of the grand houses in our nearby neighborhood," shared Slubby with an air of nonchalance. "Your kindness is much appreciated, Slubby," I responded, a grateful smile playing on my lips. A vivid recollection surged within me, the haunting echoes of a day prior when I endured relentless harassment from a malicious Murim goblin. "Dammit, I must hasten to rescue Shadow," I exclaimed with urgency. "Why, sir?" queried Slubby, but without a moment''s hesitation, I seized Slubby''s arm and propelled us both forward, sprinting with unparalleled speed towards the imminent mission to save my loyal companion. Upon entering that scoundrel''s dwelling, a disconcerting tableau met my gaze: there was Shadow, peacefully nestled in the lap of that unsavory character. The miscreant, frozen in place, seemed petrified, unwilling to make even the slightest movement for fear of rousing my vigilant companion. "Ah, you''ve got yourself quite the charming companion," remarked the goblin with a sneer, acknowledging Shadow''s presence. "Give me back my dog," I told the goblin. "No, let him sleep," he replied. "He can sleep at my place." While we were talking, Shadow woke up and happily ran to me, wagging his tail like a fish out of water. Confused, Slubby asked, "Who are you talking to, Mark?" "That scoundrel right there is the cause of my injuries." "But I don''t see anyone." "Huh? You don''t see that goblin guy standing there?" "No one else can perceive my presence or hear my words, except for you and your faithful friend, Shadow," the goblin responded. "Slubby, head home with Shadow. I''ll explain everything once I''ve dealt with this situation," I instructed. Slubby hastily retreated with Shadow, perhaps perceiving me as eccentric¡ªthough, in truth, that seems to be everyone''s prevailing perception. "Why are you invisible to everyone?" I inquired as the conversation with the enigmatic master unfolded. "Because I chose to make myself unseen," he replied cryptically. "Why?" I pressed for an explanation. "It''s a lengthy tale," he hinted. My insatiable curiosity led me to urge him to share the story, promising to patiently listen, regardless of the time it might consume. After a brief pause, he embarked on the narrative. "Ever since Celestia came into existence, it was a barren realm, devoid of life, dominated solely by water and land," he began. In a surreal twist, I found myself immersed in the tale, as if transported into a 9D movie, visualizing the unfolding events. "Then came the ''Absolute System'' from an unknown origin," he continued, recounting how it introduced diverse species to Celestia, nurturing their civilization over a few hundred years. In this cinematic panorama, elves and dwarfs played together, immersed in an online video game, alongside humans engaging in their activities. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. "The ''Absolute System'' remains an absolute enigma. Its motives are unfathomable, and its actions are unpredictable," he concluded, leaving me intrigued by the cosmic mysteries that surrounded Celestia. "Why did the ''Absolute System'' start this thing called GEC, and what exactly is GEC?" I asked, wanting to know more. The goblin master began his explanation, taking me back to a time when Celestia''s people had achieved incredible civilization levels. Suddenly, I found myself on a small battlefield surrounded by a confused audience, all summoned out of nowhere. A message appeared, announcing GEC. "Welcome to GEC, my dear audience and players. This event decides who gets ultimate authority on this planet¡ªthe strongest ones win," the message declared. Another message followed: "Players are chosen based on their strength and smarts. If you''re not selected, you stay as an audience." The crowd looked puzzled, some even seemed sad about not getting a chance to rule. Returning to our talk, the goblin explained, "This all started 2108 years ago, and we''re now in the 2109th year of GEC, the Golden Eye Contest. Chosen players can be spotted from birth because they have golden eyes. You, my friend, are one of those players." "The event is also responsible for the downfall of this planet," the goblin added solemnly. "Wait, this planet is ruined?" I questioned, surprised by the revelation, considering the thriving life I had witnessed. "As GEC became widely known, people began killing other players upon birth or in their childhood," he clarified, addressing my confusion. "So, this place now resembles Earth?" "It''s not the place; it''s the people," he remarked sagely. His words resonated with a universal truth¡ªthat a planet''s destruction is often rooted in the actions of its inhabitants. "Are you created by the system?" I queried, driven by curiosity. "What you said is partly true. I don''t know my origins, but I exist as long as the system persists, unaware of my own existence," he responded, leaving me pondering the mysteries woven into the fabric of Celestia. "I only have access to a portion of its memory," he added. "So, what''s your goal?" "My sole objective is to train you to become the strongest." "Huh? Are you the strongest on this planet, given you''re boasting about making me the strongest?" "Being born from the system, I have a connection with it," he explained, shedding light on his unique role in guiding me toward strength on the extraordinary stage of Celestia. "I can only discern that the system is malevolent and perceives you as a threat. I happen to detest anything evil," he added, revealing his strong aversion to malevolence. "The information is valuable, but I inquired about whether you are the strongest." "With my concealed link to the System, I possess a fraction of its strength. While not the entirety, I wield about 20% of its power," he clarified. "Is it powerful?" "I can overpower the mightiest player in GEC," he replied, unveiling his formidable strength. "Is the system really that formidable?" "Yes," he replied with unwavering confidence. "Take a break. We''ll commence your training tomorrow," he added. As I made my way home, he left me with a cryptic warning, "Never lose this contest. Losing means losing the very reason for your existence." Confused, I reached my abode, where Shadow greeted me with exuberance, and I sensed his happiness and love through my Emotional Sensor skill. "You''ve got some explaining to do," Slubby declared as he approached with something delicious. "The answer to everything is that I pretended during our earlier conversation to train alone," I admitted, opting to keep certain secrets. Time passed, and we enjoyed dinner together. I fed Shadow some meat, and as night fell, I rested peacefully. Morning arrived, and Shadow woke me up. "I won''t ever leave you," I reassured him, holding him close. Slubby had prepared a delicious breakfast, and it was too tempting to resist, so I also shared in Slubby''s portion. "Come home early," Slubby tearfully pleaded, lamenting his breakfast''s fate. "Goodbye, Shadow," I said, prompting him to cry even harder as I left for the day. Entering my training room, I found my master patiently waiting. "Shall we begin training?" he inquired. "Are you going to teach me martial arts?" I asked, thinking it might be considered inferior to advanced technology. "Yes," he affirmed. "But why choose martial arts when technology is so advanced?" I questioned. "There are limitations imposed by this world on technology," he explained. "What limitations? Isn''t the technology here highly advanced?" I pressed for clarification. "Consciousness is something that technology cannot fully comprehend. However, martial arts harbor forbidden techniques that enable control over one''s consciousness," he revealed, shedding light on the unique aspects of martial arts in this extraordinary world. "More precisely, it''s about soul destruction," he added. "That sounds intriguing. What''s it called?" "The name is... ATMA VINASHANA TECHNIQUE," he revealed, emphasizing the potency of the technique with its formidable name.