《Angelborn》 Chapter 1 - Born as a failure My eyes suddenly shoot up as I regain consciousness. Without hesitation I spring up in a defensive stance, searching for the danger to come. As I glare at the proximity, nothing attacks me, I only see a few beings jumping backwards surprised by my actions. My skill activates and I feel them: Humans. I am in a filthy room full of weak, injured humans. I continue to explore the room for information, but nothing unexpected comes up. Suddenly a young human girls starts to walk toward me. She seems healthy compared to the others, but still smelly and malnourished. She is of no direct danger to me, but I know very little. Seemingly afraid yet excited she starts speaking to me. ¡°Hello. I¡¯m Lea. Are you an angel?¡± I stare at her for a few seconds and answer with a nod, which incites a few gasps around in the room. As I want to ask a question to learn where am I, I recall the events that led me here. ***** The moment I was born, I learned a lot of things. I knew about the worlds the creator governs and my role, the reason for my existence. I also know that several souls have been merged to create mine, thus many shards of memories remained inside that do not belong to me. Although I have not met any other angels or the creator and was suddenly put into a world without rest, I knew everything I had to know for it was ¡®made¡¯ into me upon birth. My reason, my existence, is to stop worlds from dying. While I am young, supposedly I am a very rare, almost unique existence that happened to be made by miracle. I don¡¯t know anything about the creator, but I know the bond of father and child exists between us which gives me warmth and comfort. They may be watching even now, which fills me with endless devotion. But of course I am still a weak newborn. I opened my wings and watched as the beautiful white feathers fold out 3 meters wide, and flew up to see my surroundings. As far as my eyes could see, giant concrete buildings took up my view. They looked very old, filled with the vegetation of nature, often crumbled under the iron tooth of time. That was only the beginning, I found many beings, ten-thousands of smaller or bigger communities of humanoids. The most common one is human. I deduced the in the past some kind of apocalypse must have happened, which started wierd mutations. This was only the beginning though. Animals, no, monsters roamed occasionally the streets in packs, each having their own territory. This only got worse the further it got from the city center, with less humanoid presence stronger and larger number of monsters created nests. I can only imagine, outside the city must be wilderness deadly to the world¡¯s inhabitants. The monsters have one thing in common, corruption. Leaving the System and becoming an uncontrolled mindless monster, they have turned against the creator. I was born to destroy them. Anger swelled upon my heart and I unconsciously started flying towards them. The disgust and anger I felt took over my mind and with bare hands, I started to destroy. Four legged furry creatures, often using the weird dark power I so loathe, I separated their heads and bathed in their blood until my wings turned red. It was then, that a large winged creature pounced on me, lifting me above. With no weapon I could not escape from its grasp, I was trapped struggling to break free. My bones broke one by one, my white blood dripped on from my mouth. Simply, it wasn¡¯t a monster. An unrealistic huge bird it was with a wingspan of 15 meters, it was no monster. I have infinite power to draw from when fighting against the corruption, but I am but a weak newborn against normal beings. I remember swearing in regret as I opened up my System menu and with great pain I gave the command.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.
sethealth.creature.nearest 1 You have set the health of the nearest creature to 1. It will die inbloodloss in 6seconds. You have spent 812 Access points. 188 points remaining.
I saw the creature start to bleed from any and all holes it had on its giant body, but I left it to no waste as it released me in pain. I gripped it¡¯s legs that used to hold me and propelled myself upwards straight at its belly, using my hand to pierce it. My hands slid in without much resistance, the damage has been already done, so I ripped out it¡¯s still beating heart. I stored it withing my System Inventoryand let go if the body. I tried opening my wings to stop the fall we fell into, only to cry out in pain as my body barely held together. Without any hope I fell a few hundred meters and splashed into the hard bitumen behind a large building. Before I lost consciousness, a window popped out.
You have killed a dangerous wild beast that threatened the life of many other beings, greatly improving the chance of their survival against the corruption. You have been awarded with 20 Access points.
And here I am in a building full of humans. I feel like a very pathetic angel. I even wasted most of my starting Access points which are really hard to get. But if I die, I am taken to the creator! How shameful would that be if an angel on it''s first day got eaten by a big bird that wasn''t even a monster. I remembermy situationas the girl starts to speak again. ¡°I knew it! A real angel! Did you come to save us?¡± I gently smiled at her, but I still have to be careful so that others may not manipulate me. ¡°Something like that, I guess.¡± I reply. It seems only a few hours went by but my body is already fully healed. I¡¯m glad angels are tough. I open the System menu again and scan the girl in front of me.
Name: Witha Leana Vitality: 85/85 Conditions: Minor diseases Fractured bone(R upper arm)
Gender: Woman Alter: 82/104
Age: 15 Strength: 71
Race: Human Control: 90
Hmm¡­ Interesting. I somewhat knew this from the start already, but seeing it is very different from what I imagined. The creator made these windows to let lesser intelligent beings understand themselves and evolve. They can see themselves as numbers and compare. They are simply unable to understand the law of creation without this. While I do have a much better understanding by the hand of the creator, I am merely able to use the command module by thought to use up access points.
Name: Shesheta Vitality: 412/610
Race: Angel Type: Energy Alter: 1785/1785
Maturity: 4 Strength: 410
System access: Level 1 Access points: 208 Contol: 1420
Not the mention Alter itself. It has many names. Magic, mana, qi, chi, and many other. In the end, it is simply the capacity of the soul for altering the world. One has to learn to use it and they need their body to have the necessary Control to invoke the change. Without sufficient Control it is simply a dream to make great changes and they will need to compensate with willpower, time and more Alter. Destroying my way of thought, the girl puts her hand together and kneels, followed by the rest of the injured who are able to stand up. Now that I remember, I was at this infirmary looking place, wasn¡¯t I? Chapter 2 - Thoughts in my mind Chapter 2 - Thoughts in my mind I watch as they strangely kneel in front of me. Is this some kind of practice for humans? I have no memories of this. I feel it would be much better to ask. ¡°What are you doing?¡± I voice at them, to which they become visibly confused. We are praying to God, answers the girl with a smile, followed by nods of the people. Confused I ask again. ¡°What is praying and who is this god?¡± I ask puzzled, but already guessing the answer. The girl stay quiet but after a few seconds another man speaks. ¡°God is God. Our creator and lord who overlooks as all. We pray as we lament and thank him for for everything.¡± He says confidently. What, it might feel like I tested them or something. Upsie? ¡°So that¡¯s what you call the Creator. Fine. But why are you praying like that and why now? I don¡¯t understand.¡± They smile with a sour face as they tell, in front of an angel, an agent of ¡°god¡± they should give their respects to ¡®him¡¯. And apparently this is how they pray. Did an angel prank them in the past or something? And why do I matter? They are always watching, me being here makes no difference. I seem to have witnessed the greed and shallowness of humanity for the first time in my life. ¡°Please stop and return to rest, the Creator does not wish for your health to deplete.¡± It would be a problem for them to die, humans need numbers to survive. Their lives give power to the Creator, who am I to waste it? They are also part of my job in destroying the corruption. As they stand up I motion to the girl to come to me and she meekly complies. I grab her right arm a pull it in front of me, making her shriek in pain. I wince a little at the sound. ¡°I am sorry. Please bear with me a little, a fractured bone is very dangerous, let alone painful.¡± I shudder a little at the memory of being squished by that giant bird. My bones were the least concern at that time. If I could control my Alter, I could have escaped without wasting so many points. The loss of the points hurt the most! Ah, the girl. My mind wanders around all the damn time. Will I go through a youth period as an angel? I have no knowledge about that. I will my Alter into her body, invading her flimsy resistance and alter her bones, willing it together. Well, she could have just let me in, but it¡¯s quicker than talking and asking for permission. It¡¯s not really a difficult task as I have full knowledge about the human body structure and my willpower is greater than a human¡¯s. Nice, bones repaired, I think as I hear crack. Shit. I might have overestimated myself. Careful, careful, I think as I carefully wave Alter into her, this time properly repairing the bone like it biologically would. While at it, let¡¯s speed up the immune system a little. Good, good as new. It would shame the creator if I failed at something as little as this. I even have a memory fragment of a human who did this better than me. No, maybe I have these fragments to help me get better faster? There is this one with spear techniques¡­ And- I stop my thoughts again as the girl shrieks again, but this time in surprise. ¡°My arm! The angel healed my fractured arm! They said they have to cut it off but she healed it with mere touch!¡± Stolen story; please report. I understand you are happy but it wasn¡¯t much and certainly not a mere touch. Please don¡¯t say things that make me feel like a failure. Wailings came from the others, multiple of them kneeled in front of me, together with the girl and a doctor, begging me to help them. I smile at them holding a hand out. ¡°Please, return to your beds, I will heal everyone one by one.¡± I say and walk to one of the closest wo is unable to move.
Name: Indko Leon Vitality: 12/112 Conditions: Minor diseases Broken bones x3 Injuries (fatal) x2 Injuries x14 Poison(insectoid type41)
Gender: Man Alter: 77/80
Age: 22 Strength: 101
Race: Humanoid Control: 60
Auch. That must hurt. This will be a little harder, but it will be a good training for me. I put my hand on the injuries not minding the blood, I am still filthy anyway, to make it easier to channel Alter. With my high control I am getting better every moment I use it and using the memory fragments my mental control improves by leaps and bounds. Nice. I move from one person to the other, healing them one by one, reaping benefits for myself. Humans are a strange bunch. There are a few humanoids mixed in, but I saw very little difference between them and normal humans. Still, the wording is strange. Why is everything centered around humans in this world? The Creator does like them, but they aren¡¯t favouritised that much. But maybe it¡¯s simply because there are so many of them and they have a big impact, or it¡¯s just that they were the first intelligent beings and it wasn¡¯t changed? Even in the physical estimations, number 100 stands for an average human from the ancient times, but the measurement value is the same for any and all races. Even for me, I am also compared to the average ancient human. But I guess changing the etalon would be hard and unimportant, so I can understand the intentions of the Creator. Ah! Again, I let out strange sounds, but I have found something interesting.
Name: Lofra Inda Vitality: 8/241 Conditions: Broken bone Injuri (fatal) Injuries x2
Gender: Man Alter: 130/140
Age: 34 Strength: 192
Race: Kelpi Control: 22
He is also very similar to normal humans, but he is of a different race. Now that I look at him, he looks much younger than his age and is quite short. Still it¡¯s within human bounds. What is the difference? ¡°Sorry, first time seeing a different race.¡± I gently smile at him who is looking at me with a concerned face. I push my Alter in the same as every time, but he has no resistance whatsoever. As I heal his injuries I notice the slight differences in his organs. It¡¯s basicly the same, but better and more efficient. A true natural evolution on the path the Creator has given to him. I find real beauty in the work of the Creator, thus I admire his body with a smile. I step back after being done, looking around me. It seems he was the last one. ¡°Am I done?¡± I ask, but no one answers. I hear loud steps from behind the old wooden door and it is violently opened. Two men holding weapons step in, loudly asking from my healed patients. ¡°Where is the bird bitch? I wanna talk to her.¡± I turn towards him with a gentle smile as I bit down on my lip. Right. They are humans. Chapter 3 - It鈥檚 in the head! Chapter 3 - It¡¯s in the head! I smile at the man suddenly intruding at this peaceful scene. He seems to be a muscular man with some interesting mutations. His skin is thicker and stronger, but it would be hard to notice it with human eyes. A mere check tells me about his body, he is also a strength type mutation like the one I just healed. He doesn¡¯t have a race but is simply a Humanoid though. Someone from the healed tries to speak up but is silenced with a glare. He turns towards the doctor and asks what happened to the patients and hearing my little feat he looks into my eyes. With a less offensive tone he starts speaking again. ¡°I guess it was a mistake on my part. I was told that you woke up and started a commotion.¡± ¡°Mistakes do happen.¡± I answer, not moving a single muscle apart from relaxing my clenched fist while watching himsigh. ¡°I would like you to follow me.¡± He gestures in way leaving me no choice to reject. Well, I could, but that would be more troublesome. With pleasure, I simply say and follow him as I fix the fold on my wings to fit through the door. We leave the room, two guard in front, three behind as we enter into a corridor that triggers some memories from my fragments. It seems to be a school, a place for young adults to learn. Thick walls that withstand time with lots of space for a community. This might be a big survival camp, for all I know. Passing a few doors and people, I ask them to be able to go to the restroom. I do not explicitly say that I don¡¯t have such need they think I have, but I am lead to one. I walk inside the empty room without any windows. They sure are afraid of me. Not having bodily needs I came here to clean the blood and gut remains from myself for I am not fond of the stench it brings. There are a few showerheads which I can stand under. I do not open the the water though. These lovely feathers of mine, I have no space to fold them out to, thus I resolve to using Alter. Controlling a thin layer I coat my body and enjoy the warm feeling it gives. Pushing large amounts of Alter does trigger evolution in flesh bodies. As I have a relatively weak angel soul, it is still much stronger than my newborn body, so any Alter I use upon myself strengthens me. Effectively the older I get the stronger my soul becomes which in turn strengthens my body. A stronger body also helps in cultivating the soul, creating a circle of balance between the body and mind. With some time to myself, I bring up the information again as I remove all filth from my body altering reality.
Name: Shesheta Vitality: 412/610
Race: AngelThis story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it Type: Energy Alter: 1785/1785
Maturity: 4 Strength: 410
System access: Level 1 Access points: 208 Contol: 1420
While I already know most of these, it doesn¡¯t hurt to compare my knowledge and reality. I bring up information about the terms on me.
Race: Angel The race of the agents of the creator. Can take up any form, basic one is human woman with large white wings and halo above their heads. They live for the sake of completing their task at any cost, agressive upon blocking them. They do not age, upon death they return to the creator. They have no genders and cannot reproduce.
Type: Energy Ability to perceive any kind of energy, control and transform it. Cannot create nor destroy energy.
While this is all clear and understandable, it seems I was really born with a rare trait, just like the information the Creator gifted me told me. Energy in particular, is almost a godly power. The Creator might be similar, of course without the limitation. They are Creator because They can create. But this ability should have great synergy with Alter. By grasping and understanding the energy behind it my effective Control would skyrocket. Then again, if it was that easy this world would have turned to dust by now. For now all I can rely on is my instinct and other skills to protect me. I step away from the shower and open the water from afar, washing away the filth underground. They do have water, it seems. Should have checked first. I have no idea what world I am in. My dress is somewhat wrinkled so I fix it, but as I turn I notice myself in the mirror. This is the first time in my life that I see myself, the form given to me by the Creator. I could change it, but I don¡¯t want to. It¡¯s a mere childish wish and longing. My intimidating height around 190 cm is lost to my perfectly proportioned body, straight from the celestial heavens. Not like I have been there. My beautiful light devouring black, straight hair reaches just a little bit below my waist, shortened on the sides to not be in the way of my long, white, mesmerizing wings. I have light blue eyes, stealing the sky and freezing souls, but hidden fire burns behind them. My face is shaped by the creator, nothing else to say. To top it off, a white angelic summer dress fitted with heavenly black ornaments that are unrecognisable as armor by mere eyes complement style and hide my perfect size breasts. Who wouldn¡¯t love to be so beautiful with a body made by the person they respect and adore?! It would be an insult to the Creator to doubt my beauty! Khmm. Let¡¯s leave it at that. Finally, almost sparking I leave the restroom creating an expected awestruck audience. Heh, you wanted me to play along with your power games, but power is something I have an abundance of! Just as expected, I am led into an auditorium, me standing in the middle while people looking down on me from multiple sides, but seeing my real form all their arrogance is gone. Wait, I sound like a villain. Well, it¡¯s only in my head so I don¡¯t have to worry.