'Please Apply Stat Points' The screen displayed. 'Agility: [3] Strength: [10] Perk Power: [0] Speed: [27] Endurance: [3] Mana: [0]. Remaining Stat Points: [5]' There was a blinking and ticking sound, alerting Vier of his remaining stat Points.
"AH!" Vier Rose up from his bed and gasped for air. It was almost as if his entire body was torn to shreds and disintegrated. The wound on his abdomen had worsen, he lifted his shirt and revealed a pool of blood that had stained the white bandages.
'Bzzzt!'
Vier reached over for his phone, picking it up and checking through his messages.
'1 New Message from Lynn'
The message read the same as before, "Ability Description" The menu opened up, revealing a different menu from before. This time the screen was a dark red instead of a light blue.
'Editor' It said in large bold words.
'Skill 1: Plot Armor
Skill 2: Cut
Skill 3: Deathly Aura
Skill 4: ???'
"Really gonna make me find all 7 skills? Fuck you Unface." Vier shifted the bedsheets over, stepping out of bed. "I should leave before he gets here, it'd be better if I avoided confrontation at all." Vier put on his jacket and put his phone in his pocket, picking up the bouquet of flowers on his table side.
"Mr Klee? Your mom is here." A nurse walked in wheeling in his mom.
"Great timing, I'm just going outside, I'll take her from now. Thank you." Vier walked behind his mom, grabbing the handles and walking out of the room.
"Aren't you still recovering?" Vier's mom asked.
"Not now mom." He quickened his pace, pushing her along the seemingly endless corridors of the hospital, wandering into the elevator lobby.
"Are you sure you're okay?" His mom tried to lift his shirt, trying to see the wound. "What even happened?"
"I don't know." Vier had a determined look in his eyes. He pressed the elevator button. He checked the time on his phone. 'Friday: 8:47' "Walking from the elevator to my room takes 2 minutes. He appeared 6 minutes after I awoke, leaving me with-
"Why hello there you two," Vere stood in the elevator with a bouquet of flowers. "I wasn't expecting you guys to book out so soon."
Vier clutched the wheelchairs handle with all his strength, nearly crushing it. He knew if he had instigated a fight with Vere, he would either die or die using his cut Skill. He no longer had any more retries. Vier's mom could see him physically holding himself back, as if he already knew the outcome of the situation.
"Dad." Vier had a passive aggressive look on his face.
"Hello son," Vere walked out of the elevator, making Vier and his mom back up, away from the elevator. "I'm sorry to what happened to you two, would you guys like to go for breakfast?"
"Honey..." Vier's mom had a slight smile, yet a frown at the same time.
"Sure." Vier held it in as much as he could.
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"Say, why don't you get the pancakes?" Vere pointed towards the 'Pancakes with Berries Combo Meal' on the menu. "Isn't it your favorite?" Vere snickered.
"Don't fucking laugh, you barely even know anything about me." Vier thought to himself. The three of them were sat in a cafe, Vier and Vere sitting directly opposite one another, while his mom, in a wheelchair, sat next to Vere. For once, in nearly 10 years, all 3 of them were sat together, sharing one meal at one table.
"Dad," It physically hurt Vier to call the excuse of man infront of him dad. "Where have you been." He clutched a fork and grasped it, trying not to let his anger get the better of him.
"I was just out doing stuff." Vere wasn't paying attention nor acknowledging Vier, he simply just looked through the menu without even making eye contact with him.
"C'mon Vier, it's been 10 years. Give it up already." Surprisingly, the one who was least argumentative at the table was Vier's mom, the woman Vere had betrayed and left, making her raise a child in a rural village, away from modern day amenities and conveniences. While Vere was out travelling the world, clearing dungeons and living the life of a god. He was virtually invincible.
"Here are your orders." A waitress came in holding 3 plates of pancakes, one with Berries and one with just butter and syrup.
"Thank you," Vere helped the waitress to put the pancakes down onto the table. The entire cafe was quiet, it was only these three inside the entire store. There was a sickening silence and an air of awkwardness between the three. "Why don't we start digging in?" Vere pushed the plate of pancakes with Berries towards Vier.
Vier lifted his fork and placed it into his pancakes, cutting out a small piece.
"Shouldn't you atleast say thank you?" Vere slid the pancake off of Vier's fork with his own fork. "I taught you how to be respectful, atleast have manners."
Vier stared into Vere's empty eyes. Behind those traitorous eyes were nothing but lies and betrayal.
"Thanks." Vier swallowed his own tongue.
"Who?" Vere pinned his fork down using his own fork.
"Thank you dad." Vier could feel a cold sensation from the fork.
"You're welcome, son." Vere smiled. He lifted his fork up and cut a small slice off his own plate.
Vier was no longer in any appetite to eat. He felt like vomiting.
xxxxx
Vier took a stroll around the park. His wounds had now completely healed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Lighting it. The time was now 10:43, his mom had gone back to bed inside the hospital and he couldn't care less about his dad. The scenery was breathtaking, the trees brushing against one another, the birds chirping and the sun shining brightly. He took a seat at one of the public benches. Putting the cigarette into his mouth, he lit it up and had a small inhale.
Bzzzt!
His phone buzzed again. He took it out and turned it on.
'Hey Vier! Wanna go into the level 10 area and start farming?' The message was from Kreel. He blew the smoke out of his mouth, holding the cigarette in his mouth he texted back. 'Sure, see you there.'
A small droplet of rain dropped onto his lap. The once bright and cloudless sky was now dark and drizzling. A droplet dropped onto his cigarette, extinguishing it. Vier sighed as he got up from the bench, placing his phone into his pocket and flicking off the cigarette.