Divine Protection: The Pride System

Episode 06: The Bloody Journey

It was like a stench, upon the birth of a new life.

Waving at the brevity of life, he crawled and walked.

His mind pattern had successfully fused with the surrounding environment.

Appreciation for what he adores, seducing dreams of hunger.

Fly and run, chasing the dead bodies of butterflies that have been lost.

Educating fangs and naps, since the first time he felt suffering, there was no evidence to doubt his success.

His feelings are shattered, and an unpretentious hunger inflames the terrible fires of hell.

Life is like a successive sin.

He regretted, he regretted having stepped on the ground.

He regretted, he regretted that he had dreamed of reaching for the heavens.

Will he realize that he is in the hands of the laws of nature?

Unsure of it, in the end he would die at the hands of the end.

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The teenager opened his eyes, astonished at the false dream he had.

But, more than that, he felt a powerful throbbing headache from every memory that began to swirl, like a roll-film in a heartless ocean.

“What...this?!”

His veins form in disrepute. Unable to bear the pain, the hands were placed on the head, enduring the unbearable dizziness.

Rogant was spit out, by some sort of murderous inner attack. He did not understand the origin of his suffering, which made this even scarier.

His mind was shaken, he felt a sensation that he had never felt.

He felt like he was experiencing someone else's life. Suddenly struck by a cloudy memory.

It's not a joke, it has an abnormal seriousness when you feel it yourself.

Rogant felt sorrow for the loss of one's life, and a sense of pleasure when he managed to do his first experience, but it was not his.

He never remembered having a memory like this.

The pain crept into his soul, the fear drowned him to the bottom of the darkness, and the hunger made him suffer to the point that he was willing to eat his own flesh.

It wasn't him, but he could feel the same fate as 'he'.

There was also the experience when he was pierced by thousands of needles from a hellish chill, and he could only be weak-hearted over his own destiny.

The feeling was dark, like satisfaction in the hunt, and pleasure in feeling every taste and scent of the carcass and the blood he swallowed.

It was disgusting to imagine, but it was dubious to stop his satisfied smile.

“Is this the memory of the wolf I killed?”

[Right, it was the memory of the wolf that Master killed. But, not only that, feelings, sufferings, tribulations, abilities, and also experiences enter into the Master's soul, and are mixed up in the Master's memory. This is the result of >Skill: Authority of Pride< that Master activated. Adding all forms of death and common sense to the creature that Master killed.]

In short, it could make Rogant read any memories of the creature he killed, having the same experience as the owner when he was alive until death picked him up.

“Kh?!”

But, Rogant did not have time to reply to the Pride System's serious words, he could only moan as the entire sweat began to pour through the excruciating pain.

Rogant continues to survive, although a little difficult, but he tries to survive his suffering.

To be honest, it's not important to do that. If he really suffered so much, he just had to die.

Anyway, he has >Skill: Book of Destiny< in his hand, which, he can rewrite his own destiny.

Turn death into life, and turn pain into comfort.

He can do it, it's easy.

The idea of him is too painful to think about, it doesn't exist.

Every human being has automatic self-defense, pulling hay while drowning is a futile act. But, when you feel death before your eyes, you will show your true nature.

That is natural, even for teenagers like Rogant himself.

However, different things lie in the mindset of the person himself. In this case, Rogant—

“Heh.”

Smiling widely in pleasure wrapped in his own madness.

“Hehe, haha, ahahahahahahahaha–!!”

His hands were stretched out, his mouth was wide open, and he continued to laugh out loud.

After that, Rogant knelt down, narrowed his eyes obscenely, and smiled softly as if there were wings growing behind his back.

“This is amazing.. Not only memory, but the feeling I can feel too! She screamed, she cried! I know who he is. That'sme. Because I am him. How much I want to think about it, it's amazing! It's driving me crazy! I can feel it, I can know it! In the last seconds of his death, I knew that he was. happy.”.

Rogant curled up, kept his head and continued to babble at something that was hard to understand. It was a calming, but powerful feeling. Like the waves of the sea that hit his mind.

Though he sensed things that man should not have known, the teenager, slowly led by his own madness.

“I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more! I want more of this!!”

Repeated and repeated, words similar to those at the beginning and at the end are repeated.

His body trembled, he curled up and placed his knees under his forehead.

The shape is similar to a person who is frightened or crying. But, despite his shivering and trembling posture.

The wide smile that adorned his face did not say anything about his fear.

His smile was dark, with hidden intentions in the bad things that were behind his smile.

As if he were being blessed by God, he continued to smile, shedding tears of concern that showed a sense of contentment for his thirst.

But, within the grains of light that started to disappear, her innocent smile also disappeared, and once things calmed down again.

His lips moved and stringed up a few words as soon as night had come.

“I still want to keep feeling it.”

His dagger slightly twitched suspiciously as a soft word like a sigh escaped from his mouth.

Having regained a bit of his composure, Rogant now feels a self-centered desire burning within him.

It was a desire to try his Skill again— >Authority of Pride<, which could make him add all kinds of feelings and memories within himself.

If considered, maybe the skill was useless, because during the addition. He will only get tremendous suffering from the pain and experience of his owner.

However, even so, he still wanted to try. It is not a matter of pain or suffering.

Because the memory he took would reach the death of the owner.

That meant, he could also feel happy feelings from the different types of deaths he had made. This made him feel the vibration of happiness that many times over.

Not just his own death, in every death others have different tastes. And that's..it's amazing!

This was the first time he had felt this way, tasting different kinds of death flavors. Well, he still wants to feel it again.

He wanted to see and know what sense other people had when they died.

The wolf gave him the bitter taste of his harsh life, but it was also very interesting to taste.

But that's not enough.

“I want more of this. Something completely different. But... where can I get it?”

As soon as he asked, the flapping of the crow's wings resounded throughout the forest, and the answer to his question came within his own soul.

[What if the Master goes to the human village? I'm sure there Master can get what Master wants.]

Answering the immoral desires of his master, the Pride System said as if it had nothing to do with him.

That's why he never thought. That what he said.

—Will cause the sadest tragedy ever.

“Man? That.. great idea.”

When the moonlight struck him, it was clear that a dark, cruel smile was adorning the face of the white demon.