Surrounded by an endless grey wilderness, no plants, no animals in sight. The dim, viscous light fell on the wilderness, giving it a sickly air. There was no life nearby, but there was a regular pulsation from the gray earth itself, like a heavy heartbeat.
"Fingulli, Morganafar, Rajat, Riley, Ughnagar, Farhatagan."
A cadenced roar rumbled and echoed over the vast grey moors. The boy suddenly raised his head and took a deep breath.
The bloodshot yellow-gray giant eyes hung like the sun above the wilderness, and the king of all things looked down at the isolated and helpless self.
It seemed that the boy had noticed him, and the mocking laughter sounded in the boy's mind, causing a splitting headache. High in the sky, the giant eye peeped unscrupulously, and the pupils opened and shrank viciously. After a while, the roar resounded above the gray wasteland again.
"You were meant to be dead, mortal, but I made you live."
The voice came from where the giant eye was. But the young man did not feel at all relieved because of the giant eyes. Looking at the current situation, although he is still alive for the time being, it is still a big question how long he can live.
"What are you... who are you?" the boy asked, "Is this my dream?" After speaking, he poked his fingers on the ground in the gray wilderness, and the ground sank like a soft candy, and slowly returned to its original state. There was a sticky feeling on the skin of the fingers.
Laughter sounded from all directions, for a long time, echoes and echoes were intertwined and continued. The taste of mockery, contempt and sarcasm flooded. Whatever this guy is, at least be sure it has its own sense of humor.
"You have no right to ask, mortal, but I can answer yours with an exception. I am Rajat, the Primordial Warlock, the Terminator of All Things, the Eye of the Ancient Elements, the Dark God, the Patience, the Waiter, the Bearer The curser, the ancient father of all evils, the source of all evil, the one who incarnates eternal darkness, the devourer of worlds, the one who despises and the one that destroys, my honorable names are countless. But now I have been waiting, forced to dormant in reality outside the bondage of the shackles, in the pit of jealous hands, while the rightful throne is taken by the usurpers who call themselves the Witch-king. My power is temporarily unavailable to the world, and here is mine The projection of the realm in your mind."
Rajat? never heard of that. What is the Witch King? The doubts in the boy's heart have not diminished, but it may not be wise to ask questions without authorization. The existence that claimed to be Rajat seemed to see through his doubts, the voice sounded again, and the ground shook slightly with the ups and downs of its tone.
"My body is sleeping under the earth, and my consciousness is also sealed, in an eternal dream. However..."
"...Even so, there will still be a little bit of scum of my spiritual power leaking out of the solid seal, allowing me to control the thinking of the creatures on the ground in a limited way and make them serve me. Or talk to you like now. "
This makes it easier to understand, the young man thought to himself, this is obviously not my original world, it was this guy who dragged me from the haunted room just now. The remaining question is, why does it want me? What exactly is it trying to do? Is the reason why I traversed into this world because of its function?
"I want you to serve me. Soul and body."
"Why?" the boy shouted.
A hilarious answer rang out, "Because every inch of your time from now on is a gift from me."
He didn't say what he wanted me to do, the boy thought to himself. If I were to sign a contract, or something like that, at least I'd see the full text.
The boy bowed his head in silence, and then replied, "What if I refuse?"
The pain hit him like a tsunami, and he fell to his knees, panting so loudly that he felt as if he was about to die. Another wave of suffering followed, and another wave, endless and unbroken, until consciousness was completely submerged in the ocean of suffering. The boy felt as if he had died a thousand times, only to be resurrected each time. After an unknown amount of time, Rajat's voice sounded again.
"You have no choice."
"Then why me?" The boy swallowed, "I'm just an ordinary person, this is not my world, here, I am as helpless as a fish out of water. In myself In this world, there are many people who are far better than me."
"Not from this world? Well, I feel it, there is an aura of the other plane in you. But that's not a problem. My powers have been 'observed', you are destined to be my fighter, you are destined to be Fight for my great cause."
"I was so excited to hear what you said, I must be crazy."
"You will be satisfied, mortal. I want you to walk the world for me and work for my true recovery. I want you to systematically and mercilessly destroy my enemies, root and leaf. By then you will Found out that I was definitely a generous host."
"I'd rather you show your generosity now," the boy replied. "I'm not strong enough to fight the enemy who can seal you here. In fact, if there is no outside help, I'm afraid I'll die in the desert."
"Very courageous, but what qualifications do you have to negotiate with the Terminator of Everything?"
"Only because you ask me."
Rajat laughed loudly, but the boy felt that the laughter was not all mockery this time, and seemed to have a little appreciation.
"Deal." The giant eyes also showed a satisfied "expression". "I will give you psionic power and a body that is enough for you to survive in the desert. And soon, there will be other mortals who 'accidentally' rescue you in the desert and take you to their kingdom, my prophecy tells me , and from there, the gears of history will start turning and my recovery will be unstoppable."
"You won't keep the memory of this deal, lest my ancient enemies discover my plans, but when the time is right, you will wake up..."
"... Until then, don't try to betray, and don't test my patience and limits. I promise you, no matter what you've been through, what you've experienced, I'll be able to make you aware of 'pain' at that time, Get a new sublimation..."
For a moment, the gray wilderness and the giant eye hanging in the air seemed to collapse and dissipate. The darkness enveloped him, and the boy felt his body continue to descend... descend... into a deep sleep.