Beep-Beep.
In a white room with different medical items filling the place and different medical machine placed around.
The sound of the machine beeping in the background felt clear and irritating as I lay on my back, gazing at the ceiling.
Three doctors wearing white coats stood beside me, taking turns to examine my body.
After they were done with their work, they stepped back, and an aged lady walked forward, also dressed in white.
"Good morning, Azariah," Dr. Greyson greeted me with a warm smile as she approached. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired, fucked up, but mostly tired," I replied, shrugging,my voice weary.
She had been my doctor for a while now, so I could behave however I wanted in front of her, and she wouldn't mind at all.
My head had been pounding for a while now, and the exhaustion I was feeling wasn't helping much, but even then, I tried to sit up.
"Don't move, just lie on your back."
Nodding in understanding, Dr. Greyson gestured for me to lie back on the examination table again, and as I did, she began her assessment.
With practiced hands, she checked my temperature, pulse, and blood pressure, her movements efficient yet gentle.
After a thorough examination, Dr. Greyson stepped back, her expression thoughtful as she looked at me.
"Azariah," with a tired expression, she mumbled, "when was the last time you slept properly?"
".... I don't know," I replied with a long pause, unable to recall when was the last time I slept properly.
"I will still recommend you to have some sleeping pills," she said as she gazed at the mark on my neck.
"And I will still refuse the offer. I don't want to die while in my sleep," I replied firmly, refusing her offer.
"What are you afraid of, Azariah? No one can touch you in your mother's presence," she replied with a frustrated look, as I had been refusing to take sleeping pills for a long time.
"You don't understand," I mumbled, my gaze fixed on her.
You don't understand that my mother is the one that I am afraid of...
That she is the one that I fear will one day kill me in my sleep if she is displeased with something.
"You don't understand," I mumbled again as I closed my eyes.
"Well....sigh...fine, but it seems that you've been pushing yourself too hard lately. Your body is telling you that it needs rest," she said with a sigh as she looked at me again.
"I know, but do you think I can rest properly?" I replied, letting out a sigh as well.
To my frustration, I couldn't rest properly.
After finishing my treatment, I would be going to the training ground where I would be beaten black and blue by my mother's secretary in the name of training.
She is a living monster that likes to beat me up.
I am filled with bruises and fractures every time my training ends.
And to make it worse, every time I tried to sleep, I would be haunted by nightmares.
Nightmares of me getting tortured in a dark place.
I couldn't even move in my nightmares, making it even more horrifying.
"And eat properly, you look like you only have bones in your body," she said jokingly, but I still glared at her, which made her shut up.
"Sigh..."
I sighed as I closed my eyes.
I couldn't taste anything, whatever I ate, so what was the point of eating anything?
"Prescribe me some medication to help with my headaches and fatigue," I said to her as I opened my eyes, the headache was killing me now.
"Hmm," she hummed in reply as she wrote something on a paper, passing it to the doctor standing beside her.
"And now let me help you with your injuries," she mumbled, picking up a bag of liquid substance and passing it to me, "drink it."
I did as she told me, drinking the liquid which would help in the healing process.
Then she carefully touched my neck precisely where it was damaged and transferred a small amount of mana onto it.
The liquid I drank worked as well, providing nutrients as the new cells started to grow at a rapid speed.
"Done." After a full minute, she removed her hand, smiling.
"Here as well," I replied, removing my shirt and showing her my swollen ribs.
Without asking how this happened, she placed her hand on my ribs, doing the same treatment as she did before.
"It's done," she mumbled as she removed her hand from my ribs and passed me another pack of liquid substance.
I drank it whole, wondering how it even tasted.
"Anyway, get some rest here before you go to training," she said before standing up and walking out of the clinic room.
"Sigh..."
With another sigh, I lay down on the bed, gazing at the ceiling.
"Wait a damn minute," I mumbled as I noticed something.
That I have been calling Azariah as myself...
Fuck..."
I quickly thought about the status screen as it materialized in front of me.
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Name: Azariah Noah Aljanah [65], Inder Sephtis [35]
Age: 15
Rank: 2nd Primeval (48%)
Strength: 10
Reflex: 19
Intelligence: 38
Mental Strength: 6 [40]
Charm: 13
(Average limit for 2nd Primeval is 20, while the maximum one could reach with the help of blessings or bloodline is 40)
Bloodline: Unawakened.
Blessing: Amun-Ra's Blessing.
Passive Status: Mana Exhaustion/Sickly/Weakened.
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"....."
I stared blankly at my status screen as the numbers behind my name and Azariah's name started to make sense.
"Hahaha."
A hollow and dry laugh escaped my cracked, dried lips as I looked at the numbers.
"65 and 35." I mumbled those numbers as I let out another tired sigh.
"Looks like I will have to fight for my own existence," I mumbled as I again stared at the ceiling.
For fuck's sake, why is my life so messed up?
But again, my gaze returned to the screen as I looked at my blessing.
"Amun-Ra's Blessing" I mumbled it's name out loud for no reason.
A blessing so powerful and unique that there is nothing in this world like it.
A blessing that can, in theory, let me fight for an infinite amount of time.
But even after having this much powerful blessing, I can't even use it's [First From] properly...
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Passive Status: Mana Exhaustion/Sickly/Weakened.
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"Mana exhaustion." I mumbled with a weary smile.
What's the point of having this powerful bloodline when you can't even use mana properly?
"Truly, what a fucked-up body I have possessed," I mumbled with a self-loathing chuckle as I looked at the ceiling.
Hah... I just love to watch the ceiling and not do anything...
Baam!
As I was silently gazing at the ceiling, a maid opened the door with a tense look on her face.
"You better have a good reason for disturbing me, otherwise, be prepared to be executed." And before I knew it, I snapped at her and said something that I didn't understand why I did.
"I-I am s-sorry, young master, but it's important." She quickly got on her knees as she started begging.
"What happened?" I asked, ignoring her pleas.
"It's an order from my lady," she replied, still bowing down.
"Speak," I spoke harshly, still not accepting her apology.
"An emergency Summit has been called from the church," she replied, her head hung low.
But I felt like my blood froze in my body as I heard her.
"What?"