MARCIANO VOID POV
My arms sting from the grip on my sword. I have been practicing for a while now, but I have not made any progress in basically anything. My magic is subpar, my swordsmanship is a joke, and my actual reading into politics, which a noble is meant to be good at, is going as well as asking the system for advice, which is a bad idea, to say the least.
{You're still doing that, you can just die or something; I'll probably give you a skill when you're bleeding out}
{It can be your very own plot armor}
"Shut the fuck up!", I say in frustration.
I squeeze my sword tighter and swing harder My hands are bleeding now, but I don't care.
"You play with life as if it's a game, and I'm in this mess because of that fucking quest you gave and u didn't even give me the chance to accept or deny!!", I yell while swinging the sword with full force every few words.
{You said you wanted strength; I'm allowing you to seek it}
"Why couldn't you just give me a skill or give me something normal and not a quest that RUINED MY life?", The blood is staining my sword as I swing harder.
{Oh, I could give you a quest, but the face people like you make in pure despair is too good to pass up}
Without thinking, I scream at the top of my lungs and swing my sword repeatedly at the blue window, wanting this thing to just feel a bit of pain, but all it did was laugh at me. Messages of it laughing at me appeared all around me, but then he suddenly stopped.
{ That's enough, I guess; your tears are annoying now}
I ignore him and attempt to stab the window. As my sword passes through, I feel a searing pain in my right shoulder, and an outrageous amount of blood rushing out at once.
{ Your expressions are just the best, so I can't kill you just yet.}
{you should clear this ups in time or else you will regret it}
With that, the blue window disappeared, and for the first time in two days, I released the grip on my sword and fell to the ground. The maids who were watching started to walk towards me to probably take me to the medical ward, and just as a last taunt, the system brings up the quest it gave me.
{Title: Path to a Demon Lord
Rank: S
Duration:15 years
Pass condition: Survive until the time has passed.
Loss condition: death
Reward: ???
Failure: All that you know and love will be taken for you and you will die of course
Description: Your wish to become stronger isn't an easy one, but it will be granted if you can do
this. After all, you are a demon lord candidate, so it shouldn't be a problem for you anyway.}
Defeated, I'm carried off just to repeat the cycle tomorrow.