I gently push open the door and inquire, "Lord, good morning... I mean, hello. The Disciple 2, the 2nd Regime Disciple has arrived as you command."
A cold yet soft voice resonates from within the room.
"You may enter."
As I enter the premises, the azure veil dissolves before me, revealing the hidden depths beyond, a sense of ancient allure beckoning forth.
Before my eyes materialize a structure of antiquity, reminiscent of a sanctuary fit for Small saints.
Its grandeur transcends mortal comprehension, an ethereal hall that appears to defy the confines of causality itself.
"I humbly bow down in front of Lord (Blessing be upon him.) and request him to bestow down his knowledge upon me."
"Then lend me your attentive ear, for I know not whether we will have this conversation again. Therefore, listen carefully to what I am saying and take these words to heart.
Just as you regard Allah-Kabeer, Adi-Buddha, and Your Ancestors Kami as sacred, so regard your cultivation and kindness as sacred.
You have nothing belonging to you. Only a fool thinks something belongs to them. Everything is impermanent, so return the goods entrusted to you back to the Mortal world. Hurt no one, so that no one may hurt you. Remember that you will indeed reach the apex of cultivation, and then indeed, Adi-Buddha, The Great Heavenly primordial Tao, will bestow upon you the Ancient wisdom that only the Great Emperor deserves."
With each passing moment, I feel drawn deeper into the mystical realm of the Lord's presence, as if caught in a current of divine energy that pulses with the rhythm of the universe itself. As his teachings wash over me like a gentle tide, I know that I am being initiated into a higher understanding, a sacred covenant between disciple and master that transcends the boundaries of mortal existence.
The Lord, blessing be upon him, spoke so clearly, unmistakably, that I could memorize it word by word, It is like a miracle for me that I could have counted his words if I wished to do so.
He continues, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom. "Peace be upon you, brother, and may the Adi-Buddha, The Great heavenly primordial Tao's Mercy and Blessings be on us."
To this, I respond, my words a whispered invocation amidst the hallowed space, "Peace be on us and on all good servants of the emperor."
The Lord says, 'Indeed All compliments, all prayers, and all Ancient wisdom are for Emperor.'"
Then Lord approached me with a gesture of warmth, his hand finding its place upon my shoulder. "I believe I forgot to say hello," he jests, his laughter ringing out in the room.
In response, I couldn't help but join in, my laughter echoing with a hint of innocence, like that of a child's.
With his supportive gesture, he signals for me to take a seat. "Would you care for some sweets?" he offers kindly.
In gratitude for his humility, I politely decline his offer.
He retreats to the other side of the sofa after serving me, noticing my discomfort. "You seem uneasy. There's no need for any reservation between us," he assures me.
I pause for a moment before mustering the courage to ask, "Why did you approach me today?"
In response, he retrieves something from his pocket, accidentally dropping it before picking it up again. "I don't see why I shouldn't have approached you," he responds earnestly.
"Did you purchase a new dress for our meeting?" he asks.
I stumble over my words as I reply, "No, this was a gift from my beloved Grandmother... before she passed away."
Regret immediately washes over me for mentioning her death, feeling foolish for disrupting the pleasant atmosphere. 'You should have stopped after mentioning your grandmother's gift,' I scold myself inwardly.
But the Lord's response is unexpectedly tender. "Ah, she must have impeccable taste in her time. It looks good...Always cherish her love for you and remain grateful for the sacrifices she made," he advises gently.
With a nod, I lower my gaze, a small smile tugging at my lips. In that moment, I find myself yearning for the chance to apologize and express my gratitude to her once more, if only I could respawn back.
"You must have been missing her. I also miss my grandparents, but I don't remember much. It's all foggy. Do you have any pleasant memories?" Lord inquires gently.
"Well... Yes," I respond hesitating, my mind drifting here and there.
"You do? I don't think so," he interrupts.
I glance at him, perplexed by his intent.
"If you fail to esteem yourself as much as you do her, then your love is incomplete. You merely dishonor her. With her memory residing within you, shouldn't you endeavor to perceive the world through a lens of optimism just like her,"
he concludes firmly. "Well, only you can understand your circumstances but that doesn't mean you justify your way of living through it."
I again look down and then display a bright smile and say "Dunno" like I always did as an idiot.
"You didn't heed my advice, did you?" He remarks, lightly placing his middle finger against my forehead.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah."
The sound escapes my lips involuntarily, a primal cry echoing through the caverns of my mind as waves of agony crash upon the shores of my consciousness.
"What's happening?" I inquire, feeling a dense fog descending upon my mind, accompanied by searing pain.
"I suggest you remain calm and shut your eyes so as not to squander this opportunity I've presented to you."
He speaks with a gravity that commands attention, his voice resonating with authority.
I comply, though each movement is laced with trepidation and discomfort.
The air is thick with anticipation, and my actions, though reluctant, are precise, betraying the turmoil that churns within me. His gaze never wavers, ensuring that my performance is to his exacting standards, despite the inner conflict that plagues me.
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Ghisu, Disciple 2: *What's this technique?*
Ghisu: *It's as if this entire technique is in harmony with the Star and heaven.*
"This is my gift to you, Go and practice it."
I say, gently.
He just looked at me, his eyes wide with a dawning comprehension.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he began to kowtow, bowing deeply towards me again and again.
With each repetition, his movements became more frantic, as if he was trying to communicate something urgent but couldn't find the words. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, he stopped. He must have seen the discomfort on my face, the way I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. I didn't need to say a word; he understood that his actions, though well-intentioned, were only bothering and making me uncomfortable.
"This will dim the boundaries between the known and the unknown beyond recognition," I say and stop.
"Maybe you should leave, it's time to think and realize the meaning of the technique."
"I', utterly thankful for presenting me with such an honor, I'll forever remember this generosity and pay the debt until I die." He says and gets up after I pull him up from the ground by controlling his Vectors and maths through my Qi telekinesis.
He finally departs, vanishing from the scene in the same manner that the life of the body tugged beneath the sofa, upon which Disciple 2 was seated, had faded away.
<'The Master's cultivation speed has been enhanced by a factor of 200>
'Hmmm? Great. Now I can accept the Crystal core reward and after building a shrine in my Qi-Ase palace..... Perhaps I can reach the Transcended Nascent realm.'
'Can't you redesign yourself on the basis of my personality?'
What I've long desired and once abandoned still lingers in my thoughts. Even with this newfound opportunity, strength remains paramount. Without sufficient strength, attaining my goal seems elusive.
However, I cannot disclose my desires to this system, as it is likely the creation of a higher authority. Revealing my desires might be akin to courting death, should the entity controlling this system possess the same benevolence and faith of righteousness.
So, at this time, improving the strength is still the top priority of mine but with System assistance and not entire dependency. Well, I won't deny free creams.
'I told you about ruling everything, didn't I? My greed is bottomless, and it just doesn't suit me to have an Ultimate goal when I believe in living in acceptance of the present, going everywhere the wind of destiny Texture sway me.'
'hmm'
I look at the dead body tugged under the sofa and then start thanking my past self for employing security formation to stop the entry of any girl on the premises currently.
I pull that head and its beheaded body towards me and create a suction to not dirty the floor through his dirty blood.
My mind takes notice of his unsightly eyes, "You fucking bitch you dare stare at me" I scream loudly, kicking it as hard as I could without damaging it.
His eyes became like coffee was put in his eyelids and turned red and splashed like an omelette.
This reminds me of this late evening after I ran away from Hui Ying who nearly killed me for smiling back at the maid who offered me flowers. Her reasoning was absurd and she strangled my legs and hands and said "Maybe I should not really let you get out, I was getting sentimental and guilty for my .....yeah conduct and You're cheating on me"(She almost slips and mention Blood binding love ritual) blah blah blah and then she started hissing and ranting about how she'll care for as if I'm a child, protects me like a mother and serve with modesty and reserve like a sister, serves me like a maid and support me like a friend, Overall to summarize bullshit, anyway so since she's a religious girl, she left for praying but not before giving me a strict warning to stay where I'm.
Now with the help of Shadow guards, I ran away and asked them to stop her from reaching back to the room and buy me time.
Surprisingly they agreed without saying anything, this just showed their loyalty lied more with Hui Ying, and even if they get killed in the process they'll just die happily thinking as if they are getting salvation.
Later I found myself roaming here and there without direction. I wandered aimlessly, each step a desperate attempt to regain my composure, to find a moment's peace amidst the turmoil. It was during this aimless journey that I stumbled upon a startling revelation—a 37-year-old child, who had slipped through my fingers after our fateful encounter with Augustine.
In a fleeting act of kindness, I had offered him some currency, hoping it would aid him in the journey I wrote for him. I scoured the streets for him later that day, my search fuelled by a sense of responsibility. And as if guided by the mysterious river of Destiny, our paths crossed once again.
And as I expected he was doing drugs, This sight of him in such a state ignited a fire within me, an enthusiastic determination to pull him from the abyss that had claimed him. I knew then that my journey had a purpose, that every step I had taken was leading me to this moment—to grant salvation to a soul from the clutches of darkness and guide him toward the light of hope.
I walked toward him holding a mature paternal smile.
He doesn't look at me but just holds an injection sort of thing which could put some liquid on his body directly (It is vastly different from modern injection) and chewing something red that had entirely rotted his teeth.
"Thank you for always coming to give me money" He mistook me for someone else I presumed since I only helped him once and also had covered my face with a veil.
"Yes, Take this," I said, feigning to be one he mistook as by understanding him, and gave him a bit of food which he obviously put on his side since he'll never take food as begging but only monetary value.
I presented him with some currency and showed him a document of title which he obviously didn't understand.
He crunched the document of Title and put the money on it which he snatched from me, not saying a bit of thank you or a false show of gratitude, and started enjoying his drugs.
Then I sat on the floor with him, looking here and there to make sure no one was noticing or walking by in this close alley of this miserable slum hidden from tourists and rich households.
"In this life only I matter and only I'm loved by me,
My life was Empty but so is the purpose of life,
My life is Empty but so is pushing myself to death,
My path was Hollow but so is my heart, My path was Hollow but so is my happiness,
Life ends after buying a rope And jumping to the devil, So wise soul question nothing accepting the present He moves past the suffering."
"As a wise soul, I need happiness and happiness is not a destination, mind you, It is a way of life."
"Now in today's era there are Androids who can perform calculation and feel emotion better than us, so what makes us so different than them other than having souls?"
He didn't respond but just nodded, not at all listening to me.
I guessed this is what this type of drug especially does if we add 4 glasses of strong liquor along with it, I speculated he was not able to hear me any longer.
"In your case, it could be to not living up to an image society or you may have created."
" But my case is different, I try to live up to the image and be part of it So I earnestly request you to don't blame me after reaching the afterlife but Allah-Kabeer since he knew this future too and he still didn't intervene."
I closed my eyes, and analysed both of my interactions, understanding him from past to current.
"Hmm, so you're a criminal, drug addict, violent, broke, coward, loser, scum of society?"
I got up, planning to leave him alone after seeing how good of a person he is but suddenly a thought surfaced, 'Did this bastard say no 'thank you' to me and insult my generosity by using that document of title as some waste-used newspaper?'
I looked back at him as he pulled out another drug from his pocket, casually flipping it between his fingers. "Thiiiiiis one," he said with an almost unconscious drugged shrug, "isss goiiiiiingg touh chanege the geame."
"La la la la " he started saying some bullshit, his tone was more of a musical though.
I wear a glove that I constructed with my Qi and pulled out the knife already now, not at all letting him notice even though I knew he was drugged and an idiot who I could cut the nose off and fed him his disgusting low-quality meat.
I pulled the knife and stabbed him, quickly, in the dick and then sliced his dick and separate his balls in a matter of nanoseconds and put a sword through his lips to the tongue. He felt pain finally after some seconds, and he mumbled something but I ignored it by saying, "You will be burned in Hell for cleansing of your Sins in hell so I'm just preparing you for it."
I patted him on the shoulder to help him bear the pain too since I'm not an inconsiderate person but soon stopped seeing something red drop out from his almost closed mouth which was surely not blood.
"You know I'm different than Android in this way," I mentioned very calmly. "They kill because they are programmed to do so and I do it because..... Hmm"
"You brokie junkie, " I screamed and started kicking him in his between the leg with no Penis.
He was twitching keeping his hands on the area to bear with the pain, I continuously beat him but to no avail because the pain felt in the balls wasn't subsidizing.
I pulverized the hands by repeatedly stabbing, making his hands like a crushed bottle with red sauce leaking out.
"Squish" "Squish" "Squish" "Squish" "Squish" "Squish" (100*)
I used Qi telekinesis to stop him from dying and held him still.
Then I started jumping on his chest, *Crack* The sound of his rib cage breaking slowly breaking was pleasant, and soon enough those bones broke into his organs, starting his internal bleeding.
Then I grabbed his legs and yanked him in the air and pulling him back to the ground as fast as possible but not rough so he may end up getting killed.
After having my fun, I slit his ears, legs, and all that would satisfy me.
His tears started coming a lot, possibly because of the happiness that he was getting killed by me and as a great soul, I gently pushed my hand through his tummy, grabbed his intestine, and pulled out in its entirety.
His looked like large noodles so I fed him that by making him barely alive but He on the other hand (well he doesn't have hands) was continuously losing consciousness too, such a thankless bastard.
After some time, I breathed in the air, drank my chocolate milk, erased my evidence, and wrapped his head I slit in a sheet (keeping his body in the inventory).
I .....,
'I'm calm.'