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[Aamon Von Soren]
➳ Race - Human
{The world of Elanor is inhabited by numerous species ruled by the gods Above and terrorized by the ones Below and 'Humans' are one of the species, to which you belong. }
➳ Class - Auror Knight
{Classes, or Role, is the skillset honed by a denizen of Elanor. Auror Knight is a class proficient in 'Magic' and 'Sword'.}
➳ Profession - Professor
{Profession states the 'Job' an individual is engaged in for livelihood.}
➳ True Name - N/A
{Name gives power. A True Name is a sacred act of recognition of a 'Being' by the World itself, encompassing its true nature.}
➳ Fate Decree - [Shadow]
{Fate Decree, as the name suggests, is a Decree by the World, stating the nature of the Soul, and the Being.}
➳ Rank - [Aldor]
{Rank signifies the power status of an individual.}
➳ Mana Core - [Redacted]
➳ Soul Enigma - [Redacted]
➳ Attributes - [Fire] [Chaos]
➳ Synchronization Progress: Currently 20%
➳ Authority -
↳ [Assertion] - Locked
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'What… what the hell is this?'
In a room illuminated by hearth fire, I was sitting on a bed, covered in fur quilts. A week had passed since I woke up after the battle with the MistSoul and MistBeasts. The injuries that covered my body at the beginning were mostly healed, mainly because of this world's setting and additionally by the rest and medicines.
The Mana that encompasses this world is an important part of all living beings, or so I think. That was the conclusion I came to after a week of bed rest. Those who have awakened their mana draw vitality from it and it helps them to heal small wounds faster. On the other hand, heavy and life-threatening injuries remain a matter of discussion for a later day.
Compared to earlier, when even moving was a tedious task, I was in a much better condition. Just imagining the pain I endured to relieve myself sent shivers down my spine - all because Aamon couldn't bear to let others see him in that pathetic state.
However, that was not the cause of my bewilderment. A screen was visible to my eyes and a multitude of questions emerged in my mind. Earlier, I never got the chance to go through it due to the urgency of the situation. But the current situation gave me ample opportunities for the same.
"This is different from what I saw in the game."
I was a hardcore gamer, having played the game numerous times before. But the status window didn't look like this. 'The Legend Of A Hero' was an RPG-styled epic fantasy game that boasted open-world gameplay. Academy, Monsters, Demons, Beautiful Heroines, and a tragedy-stricken Protagonist- these were the highlights of the game.
"Protagonist…Protagonist? I almost forgot about him."
Just thinking about him made my blood boil, my fists clenched so tightly that my bones ached, and my nails pierced my soft palms. Now that my synchronization with Aamon had reached 20%, we both were more assimilated with each other. And the anger I was feeling now was a combination of multitudes of reasons - my previous life memories of betrayal, memories of his death, and his personality coupled with his ego.
And the fact that I had no control over these emotions showed how deep this assimilation was. It seemed akin to the law of equivalent exchange - I got a new life, my soul possessing a new body but the cost of this was accepting everything the other soul had to offer. The only option left now was to fully assimilate first and reach a middle ground.
"I can't allow him to proceed this time. His living means my death."
Going by the storyline, he might have already vowed to take revenge on me. He had met Adrienne in the Academy where they grew friendly with each other. If everything goes according to the storyline, he will attend the academy once again and I might encounter him there.
"Now that I remember, there was also a plot point of Leon getting closer with Avila… Avila?"
'Damn it.'
It has been only a week or so and it's already getting so frustrating.
'Aamon was fucking engaged to the Avila, the princess, and yet he decided to take another woman as his wife - that too a Lady from nowhere. No wonder she wanted to kill him.'
The list of people who has a grudge against Aamon, or me, a villian who was only woven to die and suffer, keeps increasing - Adrienne, Avila, and the Protagonist.
"I wonder how many more are secretly plotting against me?"
What's more frustrating is that 'He' doesn't care and it's all me who's panicking. Damn it.
Trying to distract myself from the rising death flags, I glanced at the hologram screen again. It was my only aide here.
Aamon Von Soren, the sole heir to House Soren. After losing his mother in childbirth and father at an early age, he became the Duke of Duchy of Cicilia. The game setting only mentioned this much information about him, since he was a mid-level boss. Neither too few, nor too much.
Coming to my class of [Auror Knight], I experienced it firsthand at the battle against the MistBeasts and MistSoul along with one of the visions from his memory. The reality is often different from the games. In the games, I only had to press certain combination keys to perform an action or a spell, but all that changes when you are thrust into reality.
In the earlier battle, even though I was guided by the instincts of Aamon, the movements were sluggish - that of an amateur. Recreating the moves of the game, in reality, is a difficult task and I am not even aware of Aamon that much. Aamon as a character was new to me because the story always followed the protagonist.
'That's why I say give us multiple character PoV. I wouldn't be in this bind if that were the case.'
'I need to do some research about Auror Knights later on.'
Most of Aamon's memories were locked for me. Leaving the matter aside for later on, I gazed at the next item on the screen - Profession.
"A Professor? This is going to be a problem."