Capítulo 2: 2: Devilish Encounter!
As one can already tell, Val was born with the memory of his previous life.
He was a reincarnator!
In his previous life, he was from Earth.
Back there, he was a feared warlord, leading a vast army of mercenaries.
He was living like a king when World War 3 started.
With the onset of World War III, nations crumbled in quick succession.
Val was a ruthless and merciless man, and war times were extremely profitable for him. Yet, no matter how strong and great he was, he was still a mortal.
A casualty of a nuclear explosion, he was sent spiraling into the afterlife!
He thought, with his hands stained with the blood of both innocent and guilty lives, his eternal resting place would surely be in the deepest layer of hell.
But life, or rather the afterlife, threw him a curveball.
Instead of a descent into hell, he found himself in the warm womb of a woman, reborn as a tiny embryo.
Pushed into a new life from her sacred blossom, it took him a whole year to grasp the nature of his new reality.
Here, bloodline users were revered, while ordinary folks were treated like dirt.
Thus, after coming to this world, Val had always yearned for the status of a bloodline user, a position that would grant him control over his own destiny, but, being a Whitemore, he had to bide his time for sixteen long years to partake in the bloodline awakening ritual.
The outcome, however, was a slap in the face!
He was branded a normie, an individual incapable of gaining or awakening a bloodline, regardless of the potion used!
Following his tumble from grace, his so-called friends cut all ties with him, his envious peers kicked him while he was down, and his father turned his back on him. Now that he was seen as a normie, Val received no aid or comfort from him. Not that he cared.
On top of that, the protection he had been receiving from the clan since he was born has also been taken away.
As of now, he was completely vulnerable to the harmful elements of this strange world.
"My life might be in shambles, but I've still got a lifeline to clutch at."
He still had a way to salvage this situation!
He was seated next to a desk. There was a worn black book with a tattered cover and yellowed pages before him.
This book seemed to have endured the passage of countless years and oozed a sinister aura, enough to unsettle most. Val, however, was impervious to its eerie ambiance, as if he lacked the ability to feel fear, a result of his Unfeeling Trait.
This ancient, dilapidated black book was a parting gift from his mother before she disappeared. As it seemed like nothing was written on it, the book was dismissed as useless by all but Val.
For some inexplicable reason, only he could see and read the text inscribed within and on its cover!
Its title was "Devil's System."
The artifact claimed to endow its user with devilish powers, provided they were deemed worthy. However, to activate it, one needed to pay a steep price, which was half their sight.
Such a peculiar condition made Val question the sincerity of the book. It seemed ludicrous enough to be a joke, so he never attempted to activate it. He was unwilling to lose half his vision on a potential wild goose chase.
Now, however, the grim reaper seemed to be sharpening its scythe for him. As a normie, the protection of his family was no longer his to enjoy. This world was filled with a myriad of strange entities, and should he have the misfortune of encountering one, death was a guarantee.
Thus, he urgently needed the power to protect himself from the harmful elements of this strange world that was so different than Earth!
In the face of impending death, the choice to sacrifice half his vision to activate the artifact suddenly didn't seem too hard. So, with a calm demeanor, he reached for his own eye.
Pluck!
With a sickening squelch, he plucked it from its socket, holding the bloody eyeball between his fingers.
Blood streamed from the empty socket, but he didn't flinch, nor did he scream. His face remained serene as if he hadn't experienced anything. It was quite a horrifying and peculiar sight. In his previous life, he was known as Val the Unfeeling! He couldn't feel pain or fear because of his Unfeeling Trait. At the same time, it was more difficult for him to experience other emotions as compared to an average human because of his Emotional Impairment Trait.
These traits had carried on to his current life!
He then placed his eyeball onto the Devil's System. Immediately, a dark vortex materialized at the book's center, swallowing his eyeball whole.
As a result, the Devil's System began to morph, transforming into an eye that floated into Val's vacant socket, filling it. This new eye mirrored Val's original one, yet it was far darker and seemed to harbor an immeasurable depth. Unless someone was scrutinizing his eyes closely, this subtle change would go unnoticed.
"Ding," echoed the sound of a bell in Val's ears. Just then, a semi-transparent screen materialized before his eyes.
[Connection to Devil's System: Established.]
[Prove your worth to the Devil's System.]
[A trial has started!]
[Survive for five minutes!]
[Failure means termination of life!]
[Succeed and the Devil's System is yours!]
Just as he read the last line, the steam-powered lamp in the room, which had earlier switched off mysteriously, flickered back on, casting an uncanny light around the room.
Val's eyes instinctively moved towards the lamp, its brass foundation and glass shield gleaming under the light of the moons.
A while ago, it had turned off on its own, and now it came back to life by itself too.
Was it malfunctioning?'
Val knew that that wasn't the case.
There was something else at play here, something sinister.
His conclusion was proven true when the lamp's light started shifting towards a sinister red hue.
"Interesting," Val remarked, his tone unfazed.
His gaze roamed around the room, alert for any potential threats. He was no stranger to this world where danger could spring up unannounced, a world teeming with devils and monsters. He had to remain vigilant. Always.
Suddenly, a series of knocks on his door interrupted his thoughts - a distinct 'ratatatat!'
"Who's there?" Val called out.
The knocking persisted, becoming louder, almost demanding. His frown deepened. "Speak up now, or you won't like what follows. Who is it?"
Still no answer. Only the relentless pounding against his door, almost as if by a formidable, non-human force.
Val, unafraid, strode towards the door. Whatever awaited him, he was ready to face it head-on.
However, as his hand reached out for the handle, a grotesque scene unfurled. The door seemed to bleed, turning a horrific shade of red as though blood was seeping through its grain.
Any ordinary person would've recoiled in fear at this sight. Not Val, though. He just stepped back, not willing to stain his luxurious attire.
Interpreting his retreat as a sign of weakness, tendrils of darkness began to sneak in through the door's edges. Like a swarm of wriggling worms, they snaked into the room, then spiraled together to form a monstrous figure as tall as Val himself!
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Capítulo 3: 3: Against the devils!
A figure sculpted from pure darkness stood before Val V. Whitemore, its edges shifting and fluid as if ink bled into water. Its twin arms, sharp and deadly as a reaper's scythe, gleamed ominously under the eerie red lamp.
Recognizing the creature, Val murmured, "A shadow devil, is it?"
Born from the chaos and negativity saturating Eldrich, devils feasted on life force to strengthen themselves, eventually evolving into tangible beings capable of bringing physical harm. Normies feared such encounters, as their deaths were certain if they encountered one.
"I see, so it's you I must survive against for 5 minutes," Val mused, observing the threatening creature.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the room's silence was shattered by the entity's sudden attack. Its rapid, predatory movements blurred in the dim light as it lunged at Val. Despite the sudden onslaught, Val's composure didn't falter. His body, driven by a sharp survival instinct, dodged the lethal strike just in time.
'That was a narrow escape,' Val thought, feeling the gust of the creature's attack as he leaped back, just missing death by mere inches.
A normie would have already shit himself if they were in Val's shoes. However, Instead of fear, an adrenaline rush surged through him, focusing his senses further.
Val's nature set him apart from the norm. The absence of fear, while unusual, came in handy in such precarious situations. Where others would have been frozen in fear, Val maintained his calm. His clear mind and unwavering focus gave him an edge that others, be they normies or bloodline users, could only dream of.
"There's something odd about you. I can sense a hint of familiarity from you. It is almost as if you are not human but a devil in human skin." The ominous shadow devil uttered, seemingly detecting an inconsistency within Val's being.
"My mother had said worse," Val retorted with a detached tone, "She named me a Monster when I was but a toddler of three summers."
"Monster or not, haunted by us, your doom is inevitable," the shadow devil articulated, each syllable brimming with an undisguised threat.
Val cast a glance at the devil before shifting his gaze to the blood-red door. Piecing together the dialogue, he surmised that they were not one but two devils who had come to haunt him.
His eyes lit up in realization, "Ah, you must be the infamous pair causing chaos within our stronghold."
"Good guess. Now die!"
The shadow devil, undeterred by Val's dodging maneuvers, launched another assault, its relentless attacks barely leaving any room for him to sidestep. Nevertheless, Val met each onslaught with swift, graceful evasion, his movements as fluid as a seasoned dancer.
His options for escape, however, grew limited with every passing moment, and he soon found his back pressed against the wooden frame of the chair next to the desk. His retreat path was blocked, leaving him with no choice but to face the encroaching threat head-on, or so it seemed.
'It can be used as a weapon.'
Val swiftly assessed the situation, realizing the chair could be wielded as a weapon. He grabbed the head of the chair.
With the chair behind him and his hands out of sight, the shadow devil remained oblivious to Val's plans. Patiently, Val bided his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Seeing is believing. The Shadow Devil was certain that its prey was trapped. It lunged towards Val again, its razor-sharp arms ready to claim their kill. However, Val had made his move before it even lunged at him. He swung the chair with all his might, the momentum boosted by his bodily force.
The chair was made out of a cursed tree that had gained sentinent and was personally put down by Joshua. It was 20 times denser than normal wood. It was so heavy that if Val had been any weaker, he wouldn't have been able to move it around!
Bam!
The thunderous sound of collision reverberated across the room as the chair met the shadow devil's grotesque form.
"Arghhhhh!"
The creature shrieked in agony as it was knocked off its feet, falling to the ground. It was writhing on the ground when Val's shadow fell over it.
"You messed with the wrong guy."
Bam! Ugh! Bam! Bam! Argh!
Val renewed his onslaught, battering the downed creature relentlessly with the chair. Splintering wood and the creature's torment-filled cries filled the room as Val rained down blow after blow on the Shadow Devil. He gave it no chance to recuperate or counterattack, beating it senseless.
However, the chair crumbled under the intensity of Val's strikes, leaving him with mere fragments in hand.
The shadow devil, sensing the loss of Val's weapon, mustered its strength, ready to counterstrike in this newfound opening, but then Val did something that made its blood run cold.
Puchi!
The sound of flesh being pierced rang out as Val, with a chilling calmness, impaled the remains of the chair into the devil's shadow form. He withdrew the shards only to plunge them back in again, repeating the vicious cycle until the shadow devil disintegrated into thin, black threads, leaving behind a sickening stench.
"Seems like what I was taught in school is indeed true. Shadow Devils can be easily killed if they are spiked," Val muttered, casting an indifferent glance at the vanquished enemy.
Victory, however, took its toll. Val's body dripped with sweat, his clothes adhering to his body, and his hair matted with sweat, but he refused to show any sign of weakness. The appearance of vulnerability could be fatal as he was in the presence of an enemy!
Slowly, Val shifted his gaze towards the bloodstained door.
"Next, it's your turn."
He issued a threatening growl.
As if reacting to his declaration, the blood smeared across the door dissipated rapidly, the lamp's ominous red glow subsiding and the room returning to normalcy.
Val watched as the fearful Blood Devil that had come here to haunt him with the Shadow Devil retreated hastily. He thought that it must be a newborn and inexperienced devil, devoid of offensive or defensive capabilities, only having the ability to scare and trap the faint of heart. That is why the first thing it did after its formidable ally was defeated was run away.
'Lucky bastard.'
He didn't give chase, fully aware he couldn't catch it.
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