In the middle of this moment, something appeared before my retina.
[#H# #O#L# #### ### FOR #########Y B####### A B#### #N## ##I# ####D C##########N C#####CEMENT BEGINS]
[SELECT EIGHT ONLY]
[ERROR]
[ERROR]
[ERROR]
[ERROR]
[TROUBLESHOOTING]
[TROUBLESHOOTING] [TROUBLESHOOTING]
[TROUBLESHOOTING]
[PLEASE WAIT]
[1%] ….... [100%]
[FAILURE]
[RESTART]
[1%] ….... [100%]
[FAILURE]
[RESTART]
[1%] ….... [100%]
[FAILURE]
[RESTART]
[1%] ….... [100%]
[SUCCESS]
[REASON FOR FAILURE: AUTHORIZATION NOT GRANTED]
[SELECT ONLY 1]
[THE REMAINING 7 #### ## ##### ##########]
[SKILLS: ASMODEUS EYES/MAMMON'S THOUGHTS]
[ASMODEUS EYES
A skill that indicates the affection level of others. (ACTIVE)
Increases charm (PASSIVE)]
[MAMMON'S THOUGHTS
A skill that allows the user to hear other people's thoughts. (ACTIVE)
Sixth Sense (PASSIVE)]
'Okay… now what the hell is that?
First of all, what the hell is that?
'Are you the one who brought me here?'
[…]
Okay, no answer, this thing does not answer. What am I supposed to make of this? I do not have enough data to make assumptions.
I would have sworn that if this thing did not show up in the middle of the ritual and my 'father' was standing here, I'd have time to think, but…. I have no idea if I wait any longer when this shit will go away.
Second, the 'error'.
I was supposed to get 8 powers, let's call them gifts, but now only one, which means someone is preventing it, or whoever is giving me the gifts, he/she couldn't.
And if my guess about this sentence is correct, "[THE REMAINING 7 #### ## ##### ##########]
It should read something like 'The remaining 7 will be given later… no, afterward'
And I pray it's better that way, or else.
'Cough'
Damn, I don't have enough time. I have a feeling this ritual could end at any time.
Wait… I don't think the others can see the messages. I'm the only one who can see them. Otherwise, my father and the butler would have noticed them already.
'Ahh… such agony'
Anyway, let me do one thing I shouldn't delay anymore, because who knows when they will disappear again.
'Yeah. Whoever it is, he/she couldn't lend me all 8 at once…. maybe I'm so weak that my body can't handle them all at once
Or he/she is too weak to give me all 8 now.
I'm leaning towards the latter possibility.
Anyway, I'll come back to the skill selection.
(SKILLS: ASMODEUS EYES/MAMMON'S THOUGHTS)
Which one should I choose?
If I have to say both skills are right in their respective terms and they complement each other.
But I have to choose one of the given ones.
Okay, I choose this one.
As the chosen ability coursed through me, I felt a current of power engulf every fiber of my being. The flames of the ritual, which I thought were weakening, instead intensified and enveloped me in a cocoon of energy. It was an indescribable experience, a feeling of overwhelming power and vitality coursing through my veins. With each passing moment, the flames grew hotter and hotter until I felt like I could withstand the force of an atomic explosion.
But as quickly as the flames were ignited, they began to die down again, dissipating into plumes of smoke that curled and dissipated in the air. The feeling of invincibility that had enveloped me gradually faded and I felt strangely hollow and vulnerable.
At that moment, I noticed the confused faces of my father, Victor, and his faithful butler, Walter. Their eyes widened in astonishment when they saw me standing in front of them.
"Oh, my Lucifer!" Victor exclaimed in disbelief and his usually calm demeanor faltered in the face of the inexplicable.
Walter's brow furrowed in deep concern as he approached me, eyeing me with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
"It seems the ritual has had an unforeseen effect, my lord. Our young master has... changed."
'Why are they reacting like this? What has happened? What has changed?'
"What happened?"
'Was that my voice? I can speak normally again but how can a newborn speak?'
When they saw me talking, they were shocked again.
"He speaks… that means his mentality and intellect have also increased..." said Victor.
'What has happened to me?
Seeing my confused look Walter formed a mirror and what I saw left me astonished.
I looked like a 5-year-old child.
I knew that the transformation I had undergone was anything but ordinary.
When we sat down together and assessed the situation, it turned out that the effects of the ritual were far more profound than any of us could have guessed.
The flames had not only given me a boost of power but also a physical transformation that changed my nature in ways that cannot be explained.
"Walter, don't let anyone know about this." Said my father.
"Yes. My lord" Walter replied with a nod.
My father 'Victor' then turned his face towards me.
He came in my direction, carried me in his arms, and teleported back to the nursery.
"Don't worry you will be fine" he said.
"…" I didn't say anything just nodded my head.
After tucking me in the bed that came out of nowhere, he went outside the room.
'Sigh… it is tiring' I thought as soon as he left the room.
As I emerged from the depths of the ritual, my mind buzzed with many conflicting feelings and thoughts. The current of power coursing through my veins was both exhilarating and frightening, reminding me of how difficult my new existence as a demon was. And yet, amidst the chaotic thoughts, a thought overpowered all thoughts, that was; I was destined to face the hero and become a force to be reckoned with in the eternal battle between light and darkness.
I knew this because of the damned setting…
[Basic information about the world and how the world ends and try changing it]
I am lucky that I chose this otherwise; I wouldn't have any idea what I kind of situation I am in.
This setting gave me the story about the game or rather the story about the hero.
And I was just a minor villain, in this game.