
In one of the hospital rooms, a teenage boy was sitting with a gloomy face, his face looked pale and lethargic while lamenting his fate that could only lie on a mattress.
He looked out the window of the room, where many of the child patients were undergoing rehabilitation in the park, under the warm morning sun.
"If only I could play." murmured the boy named Ars.
The door was knocked from the outside before a nurse came and carried a tray of medicines.
"It's time to take the medicine" he said with a cheerful face, trying to cheer Ars up.
But Ars seemed unhappy, "The amount hasn't been reduced?"
"It's for your own good, so you can go out and have your normal day" said the nurse with pity.
Ars sighed, it seemed like his daily breakfast was indeed full of bitter medicine.
After taking the bitter medicine, Ars again asked the sister.
"Did my parents not come again?"
"Ah, they said there's some important business in the office so they can't come see you yet, maybe tomorrow they'll come."
"So I'm not an important thing to take care of ya.." murmured Ars.
"Eh, of course not, they also work to be able to pay the hospital money..."
The nurse tried to convince Ars, but he seemed unsettled.
"Suster, can you leave me alone?" said lethargic.
"Hm, okay. If you need anything, just call me." said the nurse before leaving Ars' room.
Ars lay down while remembering the sister's words just now, "Tomorrow will they come? I think it's too late because I'm gonna die soon..."
Ars said it was not without reason, since just waking up he had felt tightness in his chest. His vision was also increasingly bleak sign of his imminent death.
Ars deliberately did not inform the nun because if that happened he would definitely spend the day with a hose on his nose.
"At least .. let me sleep well for a little while." muttered Ars as he closed his eyes slowly.
A long time passed until he re-opened his eyes, but the strange thing and felt very awkward felt.
"Where it is, it's not in the hospital" he said looking around and finding himself in a room like the middle ages.
Before he could think any further, Ars felt a terrible pain in his head.
"Akh, what is this!" he said while groaning in pain.
At a glance, a memory that was not his entered Ars' head. A memory of his identity as the youngest son of the Northern Duke and everything about the world he was in now.
"So that's it." muttered Ars knowing something.
His name is still Ars but with the Northern clan, at first glance there is nothing wrong with his identity except the fact that he is a psychopath at a young age.
She likes to see people suffer and often makes helpers in pain just for her personal pleasure, which makes her hated by her other sisters.
Even his name became famous after he recklessly injured a commoner in the presence of many people.
"What a terrible boy" he said with a smile.
[Enabling System]
[10% ... 30% ... 50% ... 80% ... 100%]
[Successful!]
Ars suddenly heard a voice in his head, he looked confused and asked what exactly the voice in his head was.
[I am a System that will help your life.]
"System." muttered Ars, he was still suspicious but realized that it was not something that would endanger his life, at least for now.
"What can you do."
[I can provide a variety of skills that you can buy using hate points.]
[That's a point you can get when someone hates you. With that point you can buy a variety of skills from the System.]
"Does my life have to run with hate from others? very interesting..."
[You can also view your current status through System.]
[Status
Name: Ars Northern
Level: 3
Age: 14
Power: 23
Magic: 5
Skills: Intimidation, Psychopath
Passive: (None)
Hate points: 100]
A screen appeared in front of Ars, he saw his low status but was fixated on his skills.
Normally his age does not have any skills at all, but Ars has the Intimidation and psychopathic skills of his nature that make people afraid of him.
But that still does not make Ars satisfied.
"Open System shop."
[Okay sir.]
The screen in front of him changed and displayed a variety of skills that he could buy, but for now he only had 100 hate points.
Of all the skills seen, he had to choose a skill that he thought was quite useful for the future.
"My magic power is quite low, do I have to buy skills related to magic? No, for now it's better to seek refuge."
Ars remembers that the reason he is lying in his room right now is because a few days ago he was attacked by an unknown person.
Fortunately his personal bodyguard protected Ars from the assassination attempt but he was still affected by the magic released by the attacker.
"When I was not exposed to the magic directly, but had to make me seriously injured enough, it was fortunate that my wounds healed immediately after I entered this body."
"So the most important thing now is defensive skills to prevent the same attack from happening again" Ars said.
He then chose a protective skill that cost 60 hate points.
[Tier 5 magic shield
When activated, a protective barrier will protect the master for 5 minutes and can withstand both magical and physical attacks up to level 4]
"I think this is enough."
The skills in this world are divided into 5 levels, ordinary level 5 to 4 skills are owned by soldiers, level 3 is owned by generals, level 2 is for nobles and the royal family, and level 1 for a mage.
Mage is a term for someone who specializes in training magic to a higher level than anyone.
The kingdom that he currently lives in, the kingdom of Victoria has three mages that become an important foundation for the kingdom.
But among the three no one has been able to master the skill or magic of level 1, it is because to reach that level it takes knowledge and talent from birth.
"Alright, now I should focus on gathering hate points, for that I should be hated by people."
Ars got out of bed, before he saw his new body in the mirror and was a little amazed.
"What a terrible boy" he said, looking at his pale face and pitch-black eyes, yet sharp and intimidating.
But it is undeniable that he looks so handsome and elegant, at least for Ars himself.