As I stepped out of the hospital, a massive crowd awaited me, bombarding me with questions while incessantly flashing camera lights. Their curiosity seemed insatiable. It was very unfamiliar for me.
"How does an F-rank healer like you obtain a holy sword?" one of them questioned, attempting to trap me in a net of inquiries. I don't want to fall in this trap what I need is to escape from here.
"Are you jealous that I got it and you didn't?" I countered with a question, utilizing the knowledge and basic common sense of the human world. In the face of an unanswered question, attacking with another question was a strategic move.
"I am a reporter. What would I do with a holy sword?" he explained, offering a plausible reason for his line of questioning. The crowd continued to buzz with excitement, their queries and curiosity swirling around me like a storm. I don't know what to say anymore it's my first time to face this crowd.
Before the reporter could delve deeper into his questioning, someone abruptly stepped forward, blocking the barrage of inquiries. "No more questions; he is from our guild," the newcomer declared, instantly silencing the crowd. The shock on their faces was palpable, as if they recognized this ordinary-looking bulk of meat. Intrigued by their reaction, I felt the need to gather more information.
I attempted to open the status window to check the newcomer's information, only to be met with a frustrating message: [Your level is not enough to access the account.] Realizing that the system was of no help, I resorted to using my angelic power to gain insights into this enigmatic figure.
A voice from the crowd questioned, "Are you saying that he belongs to the Thunderstorm Team?" The name itself triggered a sense of annoyance within me.
"I said no more questions," the bulky figure named Rock responded. I gathered some info from my angelic power that Rock was indeed part of the Thunderstorm Team, boasting an impressive S-level power that prevented me from accessing his account.
The mere mention of Thunderstorm stirred memories of the thunder god and my ultimate goal. Was the owner of this body truly affiliated with this guild? The situation irked me, introducing a layer of complexity and uncertainty to my current predicament.
He navigated through the crowd, forcefully leading me into a waiting car without seeking my opinion. I don't know this man and he is grabbing my hand and taking me against my will. I tried to resist but he caught it very tightly. I found myself seated in the back while he sat in the driver's seat. As the engine roared to life, he spoke with a tone that carried an unsettling pressure.
"Looks like you've hit luck. I initially thought you could only be used as labor, but you've proven that you can be utilized for more than that," he remarked, his words laden with a weight that left me uneasy. I couldn't shake the ominous feeling that surrounded this unexpected turn of events. I didn't like the way he speak to me as if I am an inferior being from him. I can see his disliking for me in his words. When he doesn't respect me why should I?
"Hey, you boulder. Where are you taking me?" He suddenly hit the brakes, and I bumped my head. He turned back, gritting his teeth. "What did you say? Looks like you need my punches to knock some sense into you." I felt a shiver down my spine. Why is this human body so afraid of this person? A memory flooded my mind, where Arnold was getting beaten up, and everyone was laughing. The owner of the body has some bad memories of this incident. Looks like I have to avenge him. But I couldn't even avenge myself, will I be able to avenge him? I don't think I am in that position to worry about others..
We arrived at the destination, and as soon as we did, he dragged me down the hallway by pulling my hand. A person watching me whispered, "Looks like the captain is angry; he is done for." Another person commented, "He deserved it." Yet another person, pitying me, said, "Looks like this time he will get beaten to death." Why are all humans like this? Why don't they stop me from being dragged? Why don't they support the weak person? Many questions flooded my mind, and no one in the crowd helped me, even though they knew what would happen to me. looks like in this human world power is everything.
I wished there was at least one person by my side. I asked myself if there is no person on my side. If they don't have mercy then, I should put on a good show as they wished. I smirked. He opened the door and threw me onto the floor. "Hahaha, if at least one person in this whole guild could have stood by my side, I wouldn't have end up in this situation." I stood up as if nothing had happened.
"I will avenge you, if there is no one by your side I am there for you" I whisper silently to myself.
As I tried to make sense of the situation and formulate a plan to avenge Arnold, I found myself caught off guard. In the midst of my contemplation, he charged at me, his face contorted with anger. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed a powerful punch that collided with my face, sending me sprawling to the ground.
The taste of blood filled my mouth as I struggled to regain my bearings. Before I could muster a response, his mocking words pierced through the air, "What happened, loser? Aren't you going to fight?" The taunts fueled my determination, but I needed to rise above the pain and surprise. "He hits so hard I didn't even recovered fully".
As I attempted to stand, he seized the opportunity and roughly lifted me from the ground. His strength was overwhelming, and with a merciless force, he threw me like a ragdoll. The world spun around me as I crashed to the ground once more, the impact jarring my senses. "it hurts like hell."
Despite the searing pain and disorientation, a fire ignited within me. I couldn't let this humiliation stand. As I slowly rose, I wiped blood from my split lip, the taste of determination overpowering the metallic tang.
I was being beaten one-sidedly until now, but I figured out that he is not only all muscle, his power is much more than that. However, he is looking down on me, thinking that he can defeat me without using his original power. I need to use my angelic power and fuse it with this body; only then can this body gain strength.
"System," the system popped up, displaying [Name: Arnold, Rank: F, Strength: 10, Magic: 100, Agility: 15, Skills: Healing, Swordsmanship: 10%]. It looked like this was all I had. I needed to fuse my angelic powers using my knowledge. The system prompted, [Do you want to fuse your divine powers? Y/N]. This is what I was waiting for. As soon as I clicked on "Yes," the transformation began.
The arena trembled as a spark of lightning illuminated the surroundings. In a flash, the entire bolt struck my body, coursing through me with a surge of energy that seemed to transcend the mortal realm. The impact was so intense that it tore a hole in the top of the building, creating an opening through which the celestial force penetrated and engulfed me.
The pain was overwhelming, an electric storm of sensation that radiated through every fiber of my being. As I gasped for breath, I checked my status window immediately. There, among the skills, was a new addition - "Divine Powers." It was an untapped well of limitless potential, dormant until now.
The revelation sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the divine energy resonating within me. Perhaps, this was the chance I had been waiting for. The lightning had not only granted me enhanced abilities but also unlocked the reservoir of powers that lay dormant from my time in the heavenly realm.
My divine powers are unlimited, as I never got to use them in the heavenly world. Maybe this is my chance to utilize its full potential.
" what happened Arnold? are you dead? you can't die without my permission because I want to beat the hell out of you." he smirked.
"My enemy didn't even wanted to show me any mercy so why should I?"