"Hey, you loser! You're still alive? I thought those people had buried you in the ground."
The voice was as annoying as the Thunder God's. Its tone was harsh, reminiscent of the deities' arrogance. I turned to see the person who spoke in such an irritating and arrogant manner.
"I've spent a fortune for burying you here. Don't tell me you thought I cared about you, my sweet eldest brother. It's so annoying when you try to be nice and sacrifice anything without being jealous of me. I'm the one who has everything. Why can't you be jealous of me?" The young man with white hair and blue eyes sneered.
I approached him, holding a healing potion in my hand. "Hey, human, give me the knowledge of your world," I requested. The young man made a strange face, and I began to regret my inquiry. "Okay, never mind. I'll figure it out myself. By the way, where can I find more humans? Just tell me that," I asked.
The young man started shouting at me, "Woah, look here! Are you ignoring my words? Don't tell me your brain got defected." Confused, I checked my injuries, assuming that's what he meant. As an angel with the highest healing power, it seemed the thunder god forgot to make me a normal human. I glanced at my status window, trying to make sense of the situation. Immortal has equal power but in the human world my power should be overpowered.
[Name: Arnold | Rank: F | Power: Healing | Strength: 10% | Agility: 12% | Injury Rate: 56% | Recovery Rate: 1% per minute | Hidden Identity: Angel | Title Received: Lonely Angel, Castaway Angel, Fallen Angel, Dumb Angel Who Fought with Thunder God, Brave Angel]
"Oh, Supreme Lord, why is this system labeling me as both dumb and brave simultaneously? I have never, in my celestial existence, allowed dishonesty to tarnish my being, as it goes against the oath I, as an angel, swore. To indulge in falsehoods would render me powerless. In order to sustain my celestial abilities, I remained steadfast in my truthfulness, even in opposition to the mighty Thunder God. This is the life I've been given, where I must align myself with the path of truth. I am Raziel, bestowed with the power of knowledge. As long as I have my previous power back then only I can do something."
A system prompt appeared, presenting the option: [Would you like to recover the memory of the material body named 'Arnold'? Yes or No.]
Unsure of the connection between myself and this body, and curious about potential similarities, I chose the 'Yes' option.
As I delved into the memory recovery process, the human beside me muttered something in frustration while holding a gadget in his hand. He appeared visibly annoyed, but I chose to ignore him; it was none of my business.
The memory syncing began: five...., four..., three..., two.. one seconds.
The memories of Arnold's past played out like a tragic symphony. His parents met their untimely demise in a dungeon, leaving him orphaned.
His grandparents, in an act of kindness, took him in, hoping to fill the void left by the loss of his parents. Arnold, inherently kind and innocent, became a target for his peers' cruelty, ridiculed for his gentle nature. Whispers echoed in the corridors of his past, "Arnold is so kind. Can you help me with some money?" His cousin Aaron, a seemingly supportive figure, harbored resentment beneath the surface. "I don't like you, Arnold. Why the hell did you come into our lives?" Arnold's cousin(Aaron) hated him,
The truth unfolded when Aaron's father, driven by ulterior motives, adopted Arnold merely as a means to acquire the family company. Despite the façade, Arnold yearned for the warmth of parental love. "I wish someone could remember my birthday. It's my birthday," he cried silently, feeling the void of loneliness deep within. while Aaron got all the love, Arnold didn't even get a teddy bear on his birthday when all the money they had was of Arnold's father.
His adopted parents neglected him, and the servants in the house dismissed him as nothing more than an adopted son. The pinnacle of his suffering came when he was falsely accused of stealing Aaron's father's watch. "How dare you? Steal my watch? If you had asked, I would have given it to you myself!" Aaron's mother said, " you better be thankful that we didn't gave you to cops" with a creepy smile as if she had to do something with it. Arnold pleaded innocence, but his adoptive father's anger prevailed, leading to his expulsion from the house. " Get out of my house and our lives don't you ever show your face again."
Desperate to escape the burden placed upon his grandparents, Arnold joined a hunter's group, though his lack of strength confined him to the role of a healer. "Sorry, but you can't join as a hunter. You can join as a healer because your magical power is only 100," they told him, further emphasizing his perceived weakness. He can't rely on his grandparents as they are old almost hanging on the death's door.
The heart-wrenching betrayal reached its peak when Aaron, learning of Arnold's involvement in a monster raid, hired someone to end his life. "Name your price to hunt a powerless dog. Don't worry about money, just make sure he doesn't see the moon tonight."
It was a devastating revelation, showcasing the extent of the darkness that surrounded Arnold's existence. As Arnold's magical powers reached their limits, exhausted from constant healing, he pleaded with his peers. "I can't use it anymore. I might explode." Unmoved, the leader demanded, "Heal us even if you have to die. I paid you for it. If you can't heal then who will heal us do you want us to die here." Ignoring his plea, they pushed him beyond his limits, and Arnold's magic erupted in a cataclysmic explosion. The very people who sought to exploit him, and even those sent to end his life, were consumed by the explosion. Through the tears and tragedy of Arnold's life, the room fell silent, haunted by the echoes of his past. The loneliness, the betrayal, the yearning for love—all woven into the fabric of a life marred by heartbreak and anguish by memories.
[Processing completed]
I felt a peculiar sensation in my chest; could this be what humans refer to as a broken heart? It seemed as though a heavy stone had been placed upon my heart. What was this feeling, this emotion that humans experience? My eyes welled up with tears." Do humans bleed water instead of blood? "The overwhelming weight in my chest persisted, and I struggled to make sense of these unfamiliar emotions. It was as if I were trying to swallow too much at once, and the tears continued to flow.
Aaron started laughing seeing me in this condition.
Aaron, who had been engaged in bickering moments ago on the gadget, now burst into laughter at my expresssion. "You were just standing there like a person with no emotion. Is this what your face looks like when you cry?" His words struck a chord, and it dawned on me that what I was feeling was pain and misery – the very emotions that humans plead to a higher power to alleviate. This is why humans cries. "This is what's called pain and misery, the very emotions that humans feel."
In heaven, where everything is abundant, we angels may experience boredom and dissatisfaction. However, humans grapple with profound struggles, navigating their inner conflicts while contending with the challenges of the external world. The depth of human emotions goes beyond what I, as an angel, have ever encountered – beyond anger, happiness, and joy.
As I reviewed Arnold's life, I began to comprehend the complexity of these overwhelming emotions. The pain he endured was immense, and perhaps comparing one person's pain to another's is futile. The intensity of his emotions, his resilience, and his ability to navigate life while maintaining composure left me in awe. I marveled at the greatness of humans who endure and persevere in the face of such challenges.
Aaron stopped laughing and said, "Hey, crackhead, do you miss your mommy or what?" He moved towards me, while I was still figuring out how to regain control over myself, shattered by the mere emotions of a human. "Come on, Raziel, you are an angel; you have to get it together," I told myself and slapped my face to snap out of it. Observing me slapping myself, Aaron made a confused face and said with a serious look, "Looks like you have really lost it?"