Opening my eyes my vision blurred under the pain that I was experiencing. Low level pain experienced over a long time is definitely worse that extreme pain that lasts a second.
Letting out a faint chuckle I immediately regretted my decision as my lungs burnt under the cool air I inhaled. My vision soon cleared and I looked down at my 'body'. It was a mangled mess however my body was healing albeit slowly.
I knew the urgency in which I needed to set my bones before I fully healed otherwise I would be deformed and lose efficiency in battle. Slowly grabbing my mangled arm I pulled it away from my body causing many cracks and breaks to sound out as I pulled the bones and pushed them together. The pain was excruciating but freeing at the same time.
Once my arm was set I moved onto my legs. Each one was sticking out of my skin with chilunks of bone missing or pulverised. I wouldn't be able to walk for... Who knew how long but it must be a while. Grabbing the bone I pushed it towards the back of my let however the skin had healed over stopping me from being able to reset it.
At that very moment the thick door in the corner opened and a few faces familiar and otherwise walked in the room followed by what looked like a doctor.
"Oh interesting hehehe. It seems someone has been doing my job for me albeit shoddily. To have the pain tolerance to set your own bones when they are pretty much dust and mangled leftovers is very interesting. Oh I'm going to have a lot of fun with you!"
"Silence"
""Milord""
Since they entered the room my eyes never left his figure. Pure seething hatred coursed through my body.
Of course it was you! Who else would have been stupid enough to enter the trial grounds under the academy's nose and cause strife. I must be getting stupid or something not to see this coming.
Silence brat! Your incompetent squabbles are the the height of stupidity. Yes you are correct that I devised a plan with my strategic officers on how to capture you.
"Duke Duneviir I gift you this tool. Gorge it into the perfect weapon for the upcoming war. I want it broken down and rebuilt under you to do our dirty work in the shadows. As long as he is ready you can do whatever you want with them. "
"I thank his Highness for the wonderful gift. I pledge to you my undying loyalty and a tool which will fulfill your commands to the letter."
"I need to depart for an important speech that was written for the heroes of the future. It's about time they started seeing the beginning of the conflict that is to come. Resume your stations and work hard for the empire we are creating"
Slowly the door closed leaving me with the mad scientist/doctor and the stoic Duke along with one of his guards. My blood was boiling and I wanted to gut them all but I could barely move my arms let alone put up resistance."
"Rhetorix fix him up and prepare him for a pit fight. I need to see where he stands in terms of strength and stratergem before I mould him into the perfect tool."
"As you wish my Duke."
The door once again opened the scraping of metal on stone being the only noise as the door once again closed with a cacophonous Slam
"You heard the esteemed Duke."
Looking over to the bodyguard the doctor who's name was now known as Rhetorix signalled him to do something. Instantly I was lifted from the floor and carried like a sack if potatoes out of the prison before I found myself in a musty old laboratory. The room was cluttered with books and scrolls lining the walls and floor however a small clearing was in the centre where a metal table lay waiting. Small splotches of dried blood smeared across some areas of the table told me of its use and I was vehemently against what was about to happen.
Instantly I was slammed into the table creating immens bursts of pain as my exposed bones hit the cold metal. The doctor came back with a tray of scalpels and a box of vials of which I was guessing were healing potions.
"Look at you. You must hold so many secrets that could advance medical science.... However it is not my job to dissect you but to heal you. Oh how lucky you must be for you are under the care of the best medical mind of this era."
Instantly I could feel the blade of the scalpel touch my skin it's cold blade a cold contrast to the musty air and cold table. My body had a natural resistance to blades thanks to my draconic deviations so it took the good doctor more force and cuts to open my flesh.
"How interesting... You seem to hold an increased resistance to sharp instruments. I wonder if you are a mixed blood between a human and a demi human? How I would love to test your body but I have little time before your performance. I could always ask the duke another time."
The sickening sound of flesh being cut open and the pain were the only things that I felt. Each sound was like a bunch of needles being pierced into my ears as each crunch of my bones being relocated caused me to groan and hurl at the sensation.
There we go good as new... Now let's have you drink these potions.
Next thing I knew the doctor grabbed half of the vials before uncorking them one by one before he poured them on my body, However unlike the normal invigorating feeling that one would feel all I felt was more pain as my bones started tingling and my skin healed back together. Looking over once again the doctor had uncorked the rest of the potions and put them into an mortar and pestle before adding some other plants and mixing them together and pouring it into a big fuck-off syringe.
Now I had a feeling you wouldn't drink the potions willingly so I decided to whip up a little cocktail of my personal making. Now sit still and the pain will be over juuuuust before your premiere as the Dukes new tool.
Instantly the syringe was planted into the middle of my chest and without waiting he slammed on the plunger forcing the cocktail through my system. A searing pain ensued as it spread through my veins turning them ice vold. My mind became muddled as it felt like my veins were freezing and my blood was on fire. Spasms interrupted the silence as the bones grew at a record pace.
I had lost control of my body each signal I sent seemed to get muddled in the nightmare which was my body. I couldn't even let out sound as my throat refused to respond.
Soon enough the pain was over and the same bulky guard came to retrieve me. However this time he had returned with a set of handcuffs. As soon as the cuffs were placed on me I could feel that I was losing myself. These must have been no normal handcuffs.
Thrashing around in resistance the chains limited my resistance. A sweet melody whispered into my ears with honeyed words telling me not to resist to embrace the handcuffs. To submit to my master to follow their orders to Obe- No g-get out of my HEAD! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!GET OUT OF MY HEAD!GET OUT OF MY HEAD!GET OUT OF MY HEAD!GET OUT OF MY HEAD!GET OUT OF MY HEAD!GET OUT OF MY HEAD!GET OUT OF MY HEAD!OUTOFMYHEADOUTOFMYHEADOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUTOUT-ARGHH!!!
Haah Haha Haah
My mind is not yours to control and rule over. I will not let you take what was gifted to me by mishia. Be it god or man as long as I have my own will this Body IS MINE!!!
Opening my eyes I felt the sway on my mind disappear. Taking advantage of my previous distress I formed a plan. I would act as if I were under their control until I can find a way to escape.
~Duke Duneviir~
Walking into the laboratory I looked at the subject Infront of me. Their eyes were vacant and not a hint of an expression was left on their face. The chains on the cuffs were removed so they would have a range of movement yet they didn't move. Its a pity that their mental strength wasn't enough to overcome the suppression cuffs but the only one who could are those with a high tier or an artifact that can nullify mind hex spells which are rare ina and if themselves.
"Follow me"
Instantly they walked towards me still limping slightly from the bones bringing themselves back together however their face was empty, devoid of any notion of pain. They were a puppet a tool and tools did not need emotion. Rhetorix would have to give them an emotion inhibitor if he made it out of the pit alive.
Stopping them with a hand motion I chucked a slightly stronger potion at them and ordered that it be drank. Following ordered they did and their leg healed instantly. We then sauntered to the ampitheater where I would be able to spectate as a butler took the to the pit.
The pit was exactly as its name suggested. A massive hole that bore into the ground caused by a mana enriched comet long ago. That comet was how our Dukedom started and now it's aftereffects bring entertainment to the house. The pit was a burial ground for both monsters and people alike. Their corpses lined every centimetre of the pit left to rot as punishment for their defeat. Bones of the long dead from the ancient ages remained while those freshly slaughtered still bled in their place of death. This has lead to a combat zone filled with obsticals and difficulties but it has hidden gems like weapons and munitions among the bodies making it the perfect grounds for testing the fresh blood of the family.
Upon a raised platform they stood motionless and they would until I ordered their resistance in battle. A beast similar to a cat but grotesquely modified leapt at them however they still did not mive. The creatures arms tore as massive blades emerged from them aimed right at the initiate yet they did not move even as they got nearer.
Closer and closer until they were but millimeters away and then-
"Slaughter them"
A must if blood filled the pit as the platform was destroyed and they fell in the floor. There stood the tool a deep gash on their face and covered in blood from head to toe. The body of the mutant barely recognisable.
Clapping my hands they looked at me with their empty eyes however what I sent was a signal to release a new batch.
~Noir~
Fuck me that was close. I almost collapsed under the pressure. Luckily I managed to react fast enough to not get decapitated and used my excess strength to pulverise my enemy. I did it intentionally to sneak in some drops of blood from the monster. As long as I tear them apart I can get a good meal in and heal enough to think about escaping. I still have my storage but I do t have access to magic due to the suppression cuffs.
Looking up at the window I swore upon my revenge once I got out of here. I already didn't like this kingdom and now this happens. He hehe hehehhahahHAHAHA
We'll see how high and mighty you and your king are when I tear all you love away from you one by one heroes be Dammed.
Turning around with full force a punched the mutated monster in the head deleting the upper half of the monster from existence and swallowing a decent amount of blood and hair. The other tried to launch an attack from behind while I was 'distracted' but I simply leaned to the side dodging the creature before stomping on its leg breaking it. It tried to bite me in a struggle to remove my leg but I grabbed it's jaws before pulling. Slowly the flesh tore and the bones gave into the strain as I seperated it's head from the body causing a small geiser if blood to emerge. It looks cool but the amount of strength I had to put in was cumbersome to say the least.
Before I had time to regain my lost stamina a new wave of beasts and people entered. They would become a new later to the corpse pile and so would I if I didn't stay focused. Each swing filled me with adrenaline each drop of blood a satisfying saviour. It would take much more than some measly drops of blood to fully recover to my previous state. But this place was the perfect playground to increase my stagnating rank and i was veritably invincible as long as I had the blood of my slain foes. I could feel that this would be the perfect environment for accelerated growth as long as I could gain access to it.
Each round was filled with the same foes with nearly the same rank each time. It seemed that they were testing my stamina and will to fight and that my strength had been acceptable. Each foe would drain me mentally as my injury riddled body would break down from the exertion placed upon it. Eventually my skin began to tear and my muscles gave out. To think that if I was in perfect condition I would be able to continue left a bittersweet taste in my mouth.
I wonder what the others think happened. Surely they think I was kidnapped or I'm M.I.A or just outright dead but I wonder if I made an impact large enough on someone to make them look for me. The only regret I have had is that I didn't take things slowly and enjoy the little piece i had. It was always diving into fights and new projects and never sat down to enjoy it. The first thing I'll do is make a plan for a permanent home with all the amenities I could ever want. It will be somewhere j can settle down after I destroy this kingdom and turn is corrupted residents to ash and sinew.
"Stop I have seen enough. Report to the doctor for healing and return to your cell."
Instantly I followed their instructions before sitting down in the dark cell however I could feel that I was being watched so I decided to play docile puppet with its strings cut.