My tears finally dried up, the despair was so strong that I think it caused some nervous breakdown in my tear ducts. Maybe I cry tears of blood, who knows!
Taking several deep breaths to calm myself down and pinching myself again to make sure it wasn't a dream. Okay, it's not a dream, it's a nightmare.After all, transmigrating to the body of one of the characters in the game that ended yesterday is absurdly scary, in fact to say that he is a character is an understatement.
I am currently technically Claus Festung a young nobleman who should have died at the beginning of the game "Redemption of the Hero" and became one of the villains of one of the side missions towards the end of the game. Do you wonder how I was a villain if I had died?
Basically our beautiful and very fond floating marble sphere, Neptune, is a brain of the city. Magic artifact that influences mana around the perimeter and around the city. Controlling the weather, driving away the monsters, improving the soil for agriculture ... Seriously ... what a fucking huge list, I decided I won't read the rest.
Houston, we have a problem, Neptune is actually a heart of the dungeon. Thandan !!
According to the logic of the game after you conquer a dungeon completely, you take the dungeon core instead of destroying it and using alchemy and divine powers turns it into a city brain.
Looking at my left hand, I see there a unique insignia that represents my noble hierarchy, the only ones who can access the brain of the city. I think I could have a better design and not look like a fat cloud, I want to complain to the damn designers. The design glowed in the same color as Neptune indicating that we were connected, after all in the game Claus wins a city as an older gift.
Only nothing is as fair as it looks.
Claus was the third son of a Duke with his seventh wife, a minor nobleman who his father married because of his youthful beauty but who died a few years after giving birth to Claus. The idea of killing his mother had been a joke that I played when I went through the screenwriter sector, now I feel like I killed my own mother.
Claus, despite suffering all kinds of bullying and prejudice from his brothers, managed to continue with a strong mentality. Studying, training, working and investing the little allowance he earned, thinking he could get his father's attention.
When he was 16 years old his father came to him with a rare class book saying that it was a gift that he had taken from his brothers and gave him along with the town of Graystone Valle. The old Claus was exuberant thinking that his father had finally noticed him giving him a city and a rare class book that would give more status to each level up.
The first disappointment was when the book was opened, the class was allocated altogether. He became an alchemist, a rare class but with no fighting power so it was almost impossible to strengthen. The old Claus noticed at that time that his father had used this move to take him out of the race for the title of Duke, now he had no way to strengthen himself and could not jeopardize his first child.
Claus in all his innocence even though sadly he thought his father was protecting him. Since he had no support for the title race, I was quite likely to be murdered, but the reality was cruel when he arrived in Graystone Valle.
The city's brain was cracked and leaking mana preventing the city from prospering. The lands were either all wild forest infected by miasma or almost desert, everything was heading towards the destruction of the city.
And in an impulse of madness the old Claus spent all his life savings to buy a restorative potion, used to repair minor magic items. As he knew it wouldn't work because the city's brain was so potent, he basically added more reagents with his new knowledge of alchemy given by the class.
The potion was a failure making him drink in a frenzy. When there was nothing left but nothing sober in his body. he took the failed restoration potion and threw it on the city brain and began the ritual to forcefully connect to the city brain.
Claus would have died in the process of linking with the brain of the city that thanks to the failed restorative potion would have returned to being a dungeon core and becoming the receptacle of Claus' soul. He basically would have turned into a lich, that by the end of the game he would have been a demilich that would have swept almost the entire continent had it not been for the hero's existence.
Apparently the original Claus really died, but I am alive and I feel the link with the brain of the city, but I dare not approach him. And for the tears that run down my face and for remembering all the life of the original Claus, his soul was not trapped in the brain of the city. At least not the whole one.
"Young Master Claus, are you all right?"
A man's aged voice could be heard behind the door. The level of concern she carried was almost palpable.
"I'm fine, Jacob…. I'll be out"
soonHis body responded before he could even think and process the situation. It looked like he had inherited more than just the original Claus memories. A sigh of relief was heard soon after.
"I'm going to set the breakfast table and make tea to help the young master deal with the hangover. With his license, "
Passos were listening distancing.
Lying on the floor looking at the ceiling I was having a headache since I could remember card passwords, classes I had in elementary school, but as much as I tried, I couldn't remember my name.
"If you shared your memory with me, I will share your name too. After all, you still respond by reflex. "
I shook my head again, I must be going crazy. I'm talking to a former corpse that I now own, I hope things don't get any weirder. I wrote in my mental agenda to kick the writers ass if I ever meet them, after all I knew a little bit of the chaos that the years ahead would bring.
I got up and walked towards the door, before touching the handle I looked back. There Neptune was floating, shining as if he were calling me, I took a deep breath and opened the door.
No matter what I have to work out, a run doesn't run on an empty tank. I shivered, I felt as if I had heard someone wishing me a good appetite, I looked at Neptune again before closing the door and saw him blinking rhythmically. It was like he was waving at me.