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This is a world where martial arts exist allowing people to strengthen their bodies to nearly above Newborn Demons at the max level but immortals can easily kill demons at their peak. There are also strange things that can happen when the laws of nature are defied. I was formed because of an experiment made by martial artists so let me tell you what happened.
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I was born in a small village with my family. I was out harvesting mushrooms in the Non dangerous parts of the forest for the village since my family always needed more money. I took my time harvesting mushrooms taking quite a bit of time. The martial artists had gathered everyone in our village and I was the last to arrive. I got a bag put over my head and heard him murmur "This is the last brat so let's make a strange existence. Is the captain sure that a strange thing won't remember what has been done to it if so why isn't he here." (This person actually leaves before the "Ritual")
The Martial artists brought me to the small-town square where they had gathered everyone. I then saw them grab my mother and bring her in front of me. They started to slowly peel her skin off with dull knives pouring salt into the wounds causing her haunting screams to echo out but that wasn't the end as one shoved his fist through her stomach to pull out my youngest sibling who they poured salt over. They then crushed my mother's skull her blood splattering across my face. They brought my dad forward slowly puling his skin apart with their bare hands then they ripped his ribs out somehow keeping him alive while screams echoed as they made his organs touch the ground. They opened his skull and started to poke it with a blade until he finally died.
They then molested both my older and younger sisters then peeled their skin off and molested them with a mace the weapon which was covered in salt making their screams echo with the dammed souls scarring my soul. My older brother smiled at me and said "I will see you in heaven brother. I guess this world hated us I wish I had told you earlier, but I come fro...." His tongue was pulled out and cut off when he continues to encourage me. They then pulled his eye out, but his smile kept there with no screams or sound coming out of his mouth as he was ripped apart, they tore each limb off all 5 of them until he stopped smiling when dead. The tears started to flow more as I realized my brother was the best I could ever have.
I remember the time he helped me hide when mom was angry, when dad chased me and was about to punish me he took it for me, him teaching me how to harvest mushrooms successfully, Him teaching to read even though it was tough and no one in our village knew how, Him always making time to take care of me even though he was the best blacksmith in our village.
I SCREAMED "NO NO NO NONONONONONONO BROTHER YOU CANT BE DEAD YOU CAN'T YOU STILL HAVENT TAUGHT ME MAGIC LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD NO BROTHER YOU CAN'T DIE YOU PROMISED WE WOULD BE SAFE FOREVER." I realized that I no longer have a family I then felt a hand on my shoulder I looked up to see my brother with his hand on my shoulder his mouth moving but no noise coming out. I whispered "Brother I will bring you back." The martial artist next to me slapped me and forced my eyes open as I watched the rest of our small village torn apart.
I could feel their souls brush mine encouraging me to not give up and kill these bastards when I had the strength to or if I couldn't to find a peaceful life where no one could harm me or my family anymore. I was then knocked out and when I woke up I was in a wooden room but how could this contain me Afterall aren't souls the same as mana, but I wonder where their souls went, I can still feel their presence, but I can no longer see them maybe I can bring them back. I then feel the power the souls left with me, and a teal flame covered me and spread across the building turning the walls to ash as I heard their screams, I smiled but I will ed the flame to not kill but let them recover and then devour them again to grow
I left with a smile and walked toward the graves I could feel where spirits rested which happened to be an ancestral tomb of these martial artists, I then forcefully brought the spirits to me and eat them because they are the ancestors of these bastards. They screamed as I devoured them my soul growing stronger.