《The Immortals' Poison》 Prologue: Choosing a sacrifice The entire god realm was in a huge panic. It had been billions of years since the last time the Immortals'' Poison had surfaced. Back during the reign of Alphonian the High God of Time, a god so mighty and awe-inspiring that none could hope to match him. Yet even he, the previous ruler of the god realm, was unable to survive his encounter with the poison. However, before he died he managed to find a method to remove the poison: Transplant the poison to a mortal with a great destiny.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. The reason this would work would be because the poison, which is the greatest impossibility, loves to destroy what was meant to be and create things that shouldn''t be. It was less of a poison and more of a monster. So when it resurfaced and affected the current ruler of the god realm, the High God of Light, the gods panicked. In their blindness to the pricelessness of life they chose to sacrifice an innocent to save the guilty, like any hypocritical being would do. However in their haste, they misunderstood the destiny of the one they chose. It wasn''t that he had a fate defying destiny, it was that he would have one... Chapter 1: The One Who鈥檚 Destiny Changed Beep Beep Beep! Oliver listened to the electronic beeping in his head, a reminder of his family¡¯s omnipotence. ¡°Ugh, snooze damn it!¡± Oliver shouted into his pillow.
Notification: I''m sorry Oliver, but you are currently under parental lockdown due to missing assignments A and C, please complete and turn in the necessary work to regain privileges.
Sighing in defeat Oliver got up and dressed, or more truthfully, he stood there while clothes materialized out of thin air. A special function of the Mind Chip X, that Oliver currently has embedded into his brain. Created only recently, it was an improved futuristic Mind Chip in every way. There were nearly infinite things it could do, it could play music, calculate advanced problems, hold up a conversation, make jokes, it could give multiple viewpoints for indecisive people too. It could also scan an area and give a detailed map of the area, complete with little moving figures of anything living. But most importantly, it had one function that was truly magical: The Pocket Space. The Pocket Space was an ingenious invention by the top scientific minds of that era, an alternate dimension accessed through the chip¡¯s abilities and capable of so much. However, it¡¯s most astonishing function was its ability to hold life if a proper slice of the earth is installed within. Though to be fair those were only in the most advanced of advanced advanced chips. (Author: that was fun to write lol) When they first installed the Mind Chip X in Oliver, they didn¡¯t tell him about the new Pocket Space function. So, needless to say, it was quite hilarious to watch him fall off his chair screaming when Alfred, the head of the research department, pranked him with a pile of skeletons dropping on him during dinner. Honestly, though, Oliver didn¡¯t mind. Alfred was the only person who had ever truly cared about Oliver¡¯s well being beyond the fact he was the heir. They had always been together, Alfred was more of a father than his actual father. Alfred was a middle-aged badass, he looked like a bear. Huge, hairy and muscled, yet with comically oversized glasses, making him look like a grizzly that had seen the most shocking event imaginable. Alfred''s devotion to Oliver''s care throughout the years had been unshakable. Even now, for instance, Alfred had given him a prototype advanced Pocket Space rather than the generic mass produced one they were planning on selling. Also, the Pocket Space wasn¡¯t empty. The Silver Family Council had decided to allow him to fill it with necessary survival items, for unforeseen circumstances, and oh did Alfred do just that. He filled it with everything under the sun, he cleared out the tech testing grounds and storage chambers. He ransacked every department and storage container, he searched and raided from a tote in the corner to the forbidden faults. Leaving no stone unturned. Little did he know that some of the items he was grabbing were going to save Oliver¡¯s life.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. As Oliver was daydreaming about how nice it would be to sleep in, Alfred walked in. ¡°Hey sport, what are you up to?¡± Alfred asked with a proud smile. He never seemed to be disappointed no matter what Oliver did. A proud smile, like looking at your son saving the world, was always on his face. Oliver rubbed the spot on the back of his neck where the chip was implanted as he replied. ¡°Nothing much, just trying to find the will to get up.¡± ¡°I feel it, this morning I broke my desk in half with a punch because I was so tired of being tired, now it''s gonna cost a ton to get it fixed.¡± Alfred sighed, his massive frame looking like the ocean waves as his huge shoulders went up then down. Oliver thought for a moment. His newest desk was that huge thick titanium one he fancied, and he smashed it¡­ holy shit the gene enhancers must be working or he¡¯s a fucking demigod¡­ Ignoring the implications of what Alfred just said, Oliver decided to ask a question that had been on his mind for a while. ¡°Hey Alfred, when is the Trial for me to ascend as heir?... Is there a way out?...¡± He asked timidly. Alfred looked surprised then sighed sadly. ¡°It will be in 17 years when you are 35, and no there is no way out regrettably. The only possible way is death, and then there would be a huge battle royale to choose the next heir. Though we both know who would win¡­¡± Alfred looked irritated as he remembered that piece of trash with a damn good sword arm and sixth sense. Oliver also had a scowl on his face remembering that particular cousin of his. Adrian Adams, A skilled weapons specialist who always fought with Oliver over succession rights. Adrian was older, however, was not of true Silver family lineage and therefore couldn¡¯t directly take the Heir position Alfred noticing the dark atmosphere decided to suggest a walk to clear their heads before heading to school, which Oliver accepted. Little did they know it would be the last time they saw each other for many years. After the walk, Oliver got into the limo parked outside his house and told the driver to head for his school. Sitting in the limo, Oliver had his Mind Chip play some music as he looked out the window and thought about meeting his classmates. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry¡­¡± A voice suddenly spoke in his head, much to Oliver¡¯s alarm Suddenly, as if by magic, the limo was flipped over and Oliver hit his head on the ceiling, blacking out. Chapter 2: The Breaking Point When Oliver came to, he was strapped to a beautifully ornate table, that one could basically know for certain with but a glance that it was for rituals of the less savory variety, because with the candlelight and the mysterious robed figures, this looked like a sacrificial ritual from the movies and that did not sit well with him. ¡°Wha-What is this?!?¡± Oliver exclaimed looking around in a panic. Noticing that he had awakened, one of the robed figures floated forwards as if propelled by the wind. The mysterious figure stared into Oliver¡¯s eyes, causing a chill to pass up his spine as the cold, unfeeling eyes of the robed figure drilled into him, seeming to see his deepest thoughts and memories. ¡°He will do.¡± The robed figure proclaimed, much to Oliver¡¯s deep foreboding. Oliver, unable to be quiet, begins to strain against his restraints. ¡°What are you doing?!?! LET ME GO!!!!¡± However, as Oliver screamed and cried for help, struggling against the inevitable, none heeded his call. ¡°SILENCE!!!!¡± A majestic voice rang out. Shocked into silence, Oliver looked to the right to see who yelled. It was a frail man, he looked about thirty and was using a cane to walk. He had short white blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, a chiseled face and what seemed to have been a powerfully muscled body at one time. However now, purple lines crisscrossed along his face and exposed arms, and one could only guess that they covered his entire body which was draped in a shining white robe with an exquisite sun embroidered onto the front. ¡°My fellow gods, today we will avert a crisis, today we will thwart the heinous Animus Sovereign''s schemes, today we save our God Realm from a catastrophe. This chosen one shall offer his life for the greater good of the realm and become my savior, no, the savior of the whole realm!!! I promise that as soon as the ritual is complete that I will lead our God Realm to victory against that traitorous villain!¡± The shining figure announced with fervor. Animus Sovereign? Ritual is complete? Offering my life? Damn it, whatever he means, it¡¯s obviously not going to end well¡­ Oliver thought to himself. It didn¡¯t end well. For as he laid there, secretivelytugging on his restraints, the creepy self-righteous man was helped by a group of obvious devotees, wearing glowing robes with an ethereal sun imprinted on the back, onto the spot next to him on the ritual table. Oliver, hoping against all odds that this was all a dream, looked around the sea of glowing robed figures and saw them all quietly having heated debates about the current undertaking, some seemed to be all for it, others seemed to be hesitantly against it. Right as they were about to commence the ritual, a voice cut through the suspense-laden atmosphere. ¡°Helios! Are you sure we should be doing this? Going against destiny and fate has never ended well! The Mother will be displeased!¡± In a fit of rage, Helios shouted back. ¡°You fool! Do you wish for me to perish and you to lose the one person capable of fending off The Animus Sovereign?!?!¡± ¡°N-no Lord Helios¡­. I do not wish for that¡­¡± The conflicted god replied. ¡°Good.¡± Snorted Helios. ¡°Then be silent and let us get on with the ritual!¡± ¡°Y-yes Your Grace...¡± the god who opposed Helios¡¯ plan stepped back in defeat. While this whole matter was happening, Oliver was quietly struggling against his restraints to no avail. Then as the table started to glow and Helios¡¯ body started to shake, Oliver had a terrible premonition: This was going to hurt¡­ Suddenly, two screams erupting from Oliver¡¯s left caused him to freak out and whip his head towards the source. They were both originating from Helios. One was as you would expect his voice to sound like when suffering through severe pain, the other was an eerie bestial scream resonating from deep within him that cut through the air as the pulsing purple lines seemed to stretch and try to escape from its host. In a horrified silence Oliver watched unable to even breathe as the purple lines wiggled up through Helios¡¯ body towards his mouth. A few seconds later, a purple glowing liquid started pooling in his mouth making the frantic screams of the dignified god become choked and gurgled, like someone drowning in shimmering iridescent goo.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Oliver watched the process, half in abject terror and half in a twisted Schadenfreude as his tormentor writhed in agony, until the purple liquid that was churning and bubbling in Helios'' mouth started to rise up and turn towards him. As it rose out of its host¡¯s body, the liquid lurched back and forth, seemingly as if unable to properly move. Or as if it hadn¡¯t learned yet¡­ Then, to Oliver¡¯s horror, it began it lurch and sloppy slide towards him. As it staggered towards Oliver, the substance began to radiate a primal urge, an eternal need, a hunger. Fear surfaced in Oliver¡¯s eyes like a rabbit chased by a pack of wolves, he struggled even harder against his bonds but with no luck. He wasn¡¯t ready to die, he wasn¡¯t ready to give up, he wasn¡¯t ready for everything to end like this¡­ But reality won¡¯t bend to a weakling¡¯s wishes. The gelatinous goo seemed to stare at Oliver before barreling towards him at a frightening pace and covered his entire body, sinking into his mouth, ears, nose, entering every orifice available. Even sinking in through the pores of his skin. Oliver screamed and struggled, as the fluid sank into him, giving the sensation of millions of needles stabbing into him all at once. As the liquid forced its way into his mouth, Oliver suffocated as his body uncontrollably thrashed, violently reacting to the immense pain he was feeling. As Oliver started seeing spots and a rainbow of colors, the liquid finally finishes seeping into him, and the viscous liquid that was going down his mouth dissipated into his body. However, as he gasped and sucked in air like it was the last time he would ever breathe, a sharp pain wracked his body. It felt like his organs were being torn apart, like his bones were being crushed, like molten steel was being pumped through his veins. As Oliver blacked out from the pain and then was cruelly awakened by the same pain that caused him to lose consciousness, he realized one thing: He was going to die¡­ NO! I don¡¯t want to die, I don¡¯t want to leave! I don¡¯t want to say goodbye! I won¡¯t accept it! I WON¡¯T LET YOU DECIDE MY FATE!!! Oliver screamed internally, his very essence rejecting the nihility of his destiny. SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP!!! A series of loud cracks echoed throughout the God Realm, however, it wasn¡¯t through soundwaves, but through the residents¡¯ very souls. Like an echo proclaiming a terrifying fact. ¡°What is this?¡± One god asked in surprise. ¡°Could the ritual have failed?¡± Another asked. ¡°No way would our Lord Helios fail!¡± A goddess denied vehemently, mostly to convince herself into believing rather than to convince anyone else. As the gods began to panic, Oliver¡¯s mind was going through serious changes. The pain of the ritual, the fear of dying, the rage at being controlled, all of this combined to create the most excruciating mental, physical, and spiritual torment imaginable. And this torment thrust upon Oliver caused a rapid-fire series of breakthroughs in his mind. See, pain is a form of knowledge. One of the purest and most concentrated forms. It is a true form of breaking through mental blocks and reaching heights previously thought to only be a dream. There are a few times you use pain to gain knowledge and breakthrough. The first is when you are a child and you get hurt for the first time, you innately learn pain exists and that the world is not all rainbows and butterflies. The second time is when you are hurt emotionally by someone, then you learn people aren¡¯t perfect. The third is when someone you care for dies, and you realize everything is lost eventually. The fourth is when you realize deep down that you will die someday and leave everything behind. Though there is a fifth that few ever go through, and that is when you are broken under such intense pain that your world shatters and your life changes permanently. However, Oliver didn¡¯t receive a breakthrough. The torment he experienced shattered him and then smelted him back together, something that is completely different. It is far different from a breakthrough, it was a terrifying thing that can turn you into a bloodthirsty monster or a babbling idiot. Or it can break you or make you into something so much more. Luckily for Oliver, it was the latter. It manifested in a way no one could have imagined, strengthening his spirit beyond what a mortal could ever hope to reach alone. As the pain faded, Oliver felt something more than just delirium and nausea as deep down in himself, he could almost hear a chuckle as his conscience faded away... The Realm of the Animus Sovereign: ¡°Heh, this is positively lovely!¡± A feminine voice sounded out, watching a screen where a writhing Oliver was displayed. They couldn¡¯t hear the voices but it was obvious that the gods were in a panic and something had gone wrong. ¡°Oh shut up Shirley, go and do your job.¡± A second voice sighed in exasperation. ¡°We will have company shortly, a new Sovereign will need guidance from those¡­ of unbiased preference heh.¡± Chapter 3: Escape and Home at Last BANG! The cell door slammed shut. Oliver, who was completely spent and still experiencing a deep, dull, throbbing pain, was totally incapable of any sort of movement and even his eyes were barely able to open as he watched oddly illuminated and oversized rats climbing and scurrying around the dark and damp confines of the cold and dark room he was currently occupying. As he laid there, with the poison coursing in purple lines across his body, he tried to piece his scrambled thoughts together. How long have I been in this ¡®God Realm¡¯? I wonder how my sister and Alfred are doing¡­ I wonder if they are worried about me¡­ I wonder if the Silver family is searching for me¡­ I wonder¡­ As he went on, pondering anything and everything as he tried to stay sane, he started to feel colder and colder, like something deep down was being frozen over. I¡¯m so cold¡­ Must be that whatever that was at work¡­ Damn it, why¡¯d it have to be me?!?! He shouted mentally as he tried to punch the wall, only managing to painfully flail about a bit, since he was still too weak to even clench his fist. Trying to accept what had happened wasn''t a dream and find a way to escape, he started reliving the previous day, or what he could only assume was a day. There had been so much that had happened since he was kidnapped. He had been strapped to a table and tortured by a self-righteous prick, and then had been left there as pain that he couldn¡¯t even begin to be described was constantly assailing his body, making him scream and beg for death, for release, for escape. But no one would grant his wish. As he had lain there on the table and all the gods had left to celebrate that bastard being ¡®cured¡¯, a strange figure had appeared and whispered something in a sad tone before waving a white glove covered hand and then vanishing mysteriously. Did that actually happen? Oliver pondered to himself, still in disbelief, as he continued to contemplated everything that happened before he was thrown into this cell. As the time ticked on, his only companions were waves of sudden excruciating torment, as the pain came and went. He was slowly losing his grip on reality, wasting away as he lost all sense of time. Also not helping him stay sane in this strange place, this dungeon cell, was the fact he felt as if someone was always watching him¡­ Yet most unbearable of all was how he couldn¡¯t take the throbbing, pulsating, undulating feeling of his body as the poison coursed through him yet was forced to suffer, to survive on a thread. Something had to be keeping him alive in this strange god cell, he could only guess at what it was. Maybe a strong life support magic cast to prevent suicide by inmates?¡­ Ironically he didn''t even have the strength to kill a fly, let alone himself. ¡°MAKE IT STOP!!!!¡± He finally managed to scream, and to his surprise, an answer came shortly after. ¡°Oh we can¡¯t have that yet little future sovereign. This suffering is necessary to bring about another Animus Sovereign.¡± A sickly sweet female voice replied. ¡°W-who is there?!?!¡± Oliver asked in shock. Seeing Oliver¡¯s surprise caused the voice to chuckle. ¡°I am called Shirley by He Who Is Above All, you may also refer to me as such.¡± He Who Is Above All?... What the hell is that for a title?... Sounds like another asshole like Helios¡­ Oliver muttered silently.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. Somehow reading his mind the voice exclaimed in rage. ¡°I would hang you by your dick for that disgraceful thought towards The Animus One! However, I am under orders by Him to help you escape, regrettably...¡± ¡°Escape?¡± Oliver inquired eagerly despite his weak state. ¡°Yes.¡± Shirley sighed. ¡°Escape¡­ However, there i-¡± Before she could continue Oliver interrupted her by finishing her sentence. ¡°However there¡¯s a price.¡± Smiling delightedly at Oliver¡¯s apparent understanding, or perhaps at the lack thereof, Shirley continued. ¡°mhmm~ yup! Exactly. Though you don¡¯t have to worry, Master doesn¡¯t want your soul or anything, he just requests a tiny favor¡­¡± Looking distrustfully at the air, because she still hadn¡¯t shown herself, Oliver ventured forth with the question distressing him the most. ¡°That tiny favor being?¡± he paused waiting for a reply which came shortly with a little giggle. ¡°That when you come back for Helios¡¯ head, that you tell him first so he can come kick that bastard¡¯s ass as well! Tehee~.¡± Shirley ended it with what could only be described as the most annoying little giggle ever. Slowly a cold smirk grew on Oliver¡¯s face as the thought of taking revenge sparked something deep within him, something that has never seen the light. ¡°Heh, It. Would. Be. My. Pleasure.¡± He enunciated every word as he spoke. A sound like a pair of delicate female hands clapping rang out as Shirley giggled again. ¡°Hip hip hurray! We will be meeting again soon little sovereign~.¡± As her crystal clear voice rang out for the last time, the cell started to shake. Much to Oliver¡¯s alarm a murky black circle started to form around him and suck him down, down, down... Earth, Oliver''s P.o.v. ¡°Ouch!¡± Oliver cries out as he lands on the hard cement sidewalk. Crying out more as a habit than as an actual pain response, after the excruciating hell he endured his pain tolerance had reach insane levels. barely summoning the strength to rub the shoulder that he landed on, Oliver glances around. Yep, definitely home¡­ he thought to himself as he glanced around, seeing the massive expanse of Goldmist City, the city he grew up in. With its lofty skyscrapers and the magnificent building stretching into the sky, creating perfectly geometrical shapes along the horizon, it looked like a beautiful metropolis, shining gold in the morning sunlight. Looking up at the crowds walking back and forth, not noticing the crippled heir to the most powerful family just laying there, Oliver just brushed it off as a part of that witch Shirley¡¯s, magic. As Oliver laid there on the ground, too weak to move, a sudden familiar beeping caused him to want to shout for joy.
Notification!(URGENT): Warning! Severe malfunctions to chip detected!
Notification!(URGENT): Warning! Insufficient data for proper analysis of situation!
Notification!(URGENT): Warning! Chip has been compromised! Undergoing emergency reboot!
Notification!(URGENT): Warning! Severe changes to User¡¯s biology!
Notification!(URGENT): Warning! Settings must be Reconfigured! Fatal error in temporal configurations!
Notification!(URGENT): Warning! Severe mental and physical trauma detected in User, suggesting immediate medical assistance! Priority above reboot! Immediate S.O.S. will be sent out, is that acceptable?
Joyfully staring at the windows that popped up, Oliver Immediately asked for an S.O.S. to be sent out. Which the chip did almost immediately, much to his delight as his consciousness slowly faded away for what seemed like the thousandth time. ANNOUNCEMENT (not a bad one lol) AND POLL We have realized that even though a chapter a day is nice, it doesn''t give us enough time to edit, think up, and just plain write a nice long chapter. So our release schedule will be changing to once a week with a nice long chapter lol. So please forgive us and enjoy. Ignore all this: g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. No I did not type that much, I used copy and paste lol. Chapter 4: The Anomaly When Oliver awoke, the first thought that managed to travel like a speeding bullet train through molasses wasn¡¯t a complete thought like ¡°W-where am I?¡±, it was more of a caveman style ¡°Huhhhhhhhhhh?...¡±. Luckily, his AI chip was built smart enough to translate ¡®drugged up hospital patient¡¯ language. Like clockwork, the lovely ding! notification sound blared off inside his head.
Notification!: Due to User Status: drugged, Chip 68348, has initiated protocol: 2384, the incapacitated awareness protocol, immediately. Therefore all decisions will be made by Chip 68348
¡°Oh¡­.. that''s nice.¡± Oliver smiled as he spoke slowly, completely unaware and oblivious to everything. However, very soon he started to notice his thoughts getting clearer and clearer at a visible pace. Oliver looked around in confusion, the once hazy, strange alien place he was in soon coming into focus as a hospital room, the various doctor equipment, tiny tv, strange metal cot and patient gown giving it away. ¡°How did I get here?...¡± He asked hesitantly, only for an instantaneous text block to appear in the bottom left corner of his sight.
Notification: Currently User is stationed at Terry Hodricks¡¯ Hospital having the abnormality in your body medically evaluated. Due to extensive trauma suffered by User, an immediate S.O.S. was transmitted. To prevent over stimulated pain receptors of the User, serious medical actions were taken to inhibit or moderate possible severe damage to core brain functions. The update was unable to be performed due to user¡¯s health taking priority.
¡°Oh, so that¡¯s it¡­¡± Oliver muttered, not truly paying attention to what he learned. His mind was more focused on stranger things. For instances the.. Thing¡­ That was inside him now, or how the Silver Family hadn¡¯t moved him to a better hospital, or how he strangely seemed to be able to think clearer and clearer... Ugh, I will just wait for the medicine to wear off¡­ Which in a weird way seems like it won¡¯t be long... He muttered mentally, that was what was bugging him the most prominently, the fact that the anesthetics were wearing off so quickly that he could think clearly after just a few minutes! "That is so strange.." Oliver muttered. ¡°Chip.¡± He spoke waiting for a reply, when the usual ding sound went off in his head, he asked his question. ¡°How is the medicine wearing off so fast? I know my metabolism can¡¯t be that strong¡­¡±
Notification!: Correct, it isn¡¯t the User¡¯s body metabolizing the anesthesia, it is the ¡®Anomaly¡¯ negating it at an increasingly terrifying pace.
As Oliver laid on the bed a cold shiver trailed down his spine. ¡°The ¡®Anomaly¡¯?¡± Before he could ask the Chip what the ¡®Anomaly¡¯ was, a huge wave of pain swept through his body.The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ¡°Shit!!!¡±
Notification!: User is advised to remain motionless, besides the negation of anesthesia, all other healing drugs, potions, and spells have been disappearing after short periods of effectiveness.
No shit sherlock! My body feels like it¡¯s going to explode! He mentally screamed at the Chip. He fell back on the bed, his body convulsing as he tossed back and forth, unable to control the rivers of molten metal like pain coursing through his body, clenching his teeth he didn¡¯t utter a single sound as the purple veins on his body became more and more hideously pronounced. Like giant purple centipedes they crawled back and forth across his body, causing his pain receptors to go into overload. After what seemed like an eternity, his body finally calmed down with the ¡®Anomaly¡¯ seeming to slumber silently after torturing its host. ¡°Chip, what the hell was that?¡± He spoke weakly, barely able to hold on after that wave of hellish torture.
Notification!: The ¡®Anomaly¡¯ is causing severe fluctuations in User¡¯s body, currently, User is experiencing: [Probability Gauge] 50% side effect of ¡®Anomaly¡¯ 50% an evolution (All other ¡®normal¡¯ possibilities were eliminated due to special circumstances) Note: Due to probability gauge¡¯s settings, a duel suggestion is impossible. Developers have been notified.
An evolution? Duel suggestion? The Chip must mean that the evolution is because of the ¡®Anomaly¡¯¡­. Oliver deduced silently. ¡°Chip! Show a chart of all the things that are¡­ Changing.¡± Oliver paused, unable to say evolving. As a human, it was hard to admit there could be things better than them. A silly facet of human nature one might say. A few silent seconds later the Chip beeped and the ever familiar data screen popped up.
[Body scan] Simple diagnostics without advanced equipment are as follows: Strength increasing: Muscles corroded and rebuilt repeatedly. Severe blood loss, current total blood count is 40%. All senses increasing: Unknown, needs advanced equipment to diagnose reason. New ¡®abilities¡¯ surfacing: Unknown, needs advanced equipment to diagnose reason.
Well, that was a super helpful conversation, what the hell am I supposed to do with this? Oliver grumbled silently, and then remembered that the Chip had to update. Chip, preform update or reboot or whatever it is you have to do." He sighed exasperatedly
Notification!: Chip has received authorization, commencing immediate shut down for successful rebooting.
After issuing the order, his eyes wandering to the clock on the wall. What is that? He thought slowly¡­ It was a clock, duh. One of those stereotypical digital ones. What the heck was he doing with that thought? He OBVIOUSLY knew what it was. So where did that serious question come from? Shelving that strange moment for another day, he looked at the clock again to check the time, like he meant to in the first place. 5:19 am¡­. He had woken up somewhere around 1:20 am, so this meant he had been rolling in pain, along with talking to the chip, for nearly four hours¡­ Hm, the morning shift doctors should be getting here by now, I wonder what will happen¡­ Can I kill them? What the hell? No why would I think that?!?!... Grabbing his head, Oliver curled into the fetal position on the bed, trying desperately to gain control of his runaway mind. Starting with the dangerous hunger for death, he started to be filled with strange thoughts and urges. Losing control, he was overrun with dangerous thoughts and urges like I want to eat, I want to kill, I need to fight. Chaos was consuming him until a loud oppressive presence loomed within him, it seem to have the strength to crush time and space itself, and behind it was another presence, less powerful but possessing a seemingly transcendent aura, like it wasn¡¯t bound by the laws of existence. One was the strength and power to dominate time and space itself, the other was the symbol of transcended power, a fiery beacon of eternities prevail. Where are these thoughts coming from? Who are they? WHAT IS GOING ON!?!? Oliver Screamed silently as he held his head, feeling like it would explode. ¡°Kid¡­. I can¡­. Hold them¡­. For¡­. 3 more days¡­ appease their hunger¡­. Or else¡­. We both die¡­¡± A deep booming voice echoed in his head before fading away, along with the thoughts, urges and the pain.