I get woken up by the yelling of my father. I open my eyes half-heartedly to look around. It seems like that I have been teleported underground. I thank god for making me have interest in magical tools. If I had not learned about -[RATTLE]-, I certainly would have been dead.
"YOU ARE ALIVE! THANK GOD YOU ARE ALIVE! I have been waiting for you to wake up for hours now."
"I don't think I will survive any longer." I continue,"Alisha has already damaged my body beyond any healing. I will die in a matter of time, because of the bleeding."
I look to my left side to see the damage and come to terms with it. But I was shocked and astonished. (Actually, they are both synonyms, but anyway). The top left quarter of my body, which was blasted by Alisha before, was now there. Though right now it was in a different color. It was scarlet with black outlines. I knew it was not my hand. I turned to my father for answers.
"That is your familiar. Since the bleeding would have killed you. I used up all the mana from the surrounding area and used the sludge to supplement the portion of your body which was blown away.", he said.
I was in shock. I tried to concentrate my mana into my body to get back up on my feet. But I was unsuccessful. My father continued to explain why I could not gather mana. According to him, we were underground, where mana has been used very rarely. Hence, much of the mana had been sucked to the over-world, leaving a meager amount left which was just now used by him to save me.
He further continued,"The reason why I called you into that room was to hand over you my best creation, HYM. HYM is an interface which I made for myself to simplify the use of magic for myself. But as I continued on, the creation itself was rendered useless since I mastered all the magic there was, At least all of which that I was eager to learn. But I still continued to upgrade it again and again until I learned about the -[MARKET]-. It is just like a normal market, except that it is not. It is one which caters needs for higher beings, specifically gods. I, to make it have no ill will of its own against its master, made it just an interface, nothing more... I can't stay here anymore. I will die or should I say disappear. No returning. There is not enough mana here to sustain this magic anyway. In any case, say yes to the HYM's contract when he comes, and he will definitely save you... Even though We were only just reunited, I have to leave. Sorry for now and whatever problems I have caused you before. I am really sorry."
After saying this, he started to wither away. I was broken inside, but I did not cry. I waited for this 'HYM' to come. After a few moments, confirming my father's gone, he came. He started blabbering on and on till he asked me yes or no to the contract given. After reading the entirety of the contract, I say yes reluctantly. It had stuffs like no privacy policy, turning me to an undead, etc. but I had no other choice to survive. Then I heard some mumbling.
[HOST DESIGNATED... CHECKING VITALS... FOUND MAJOR INJURY ON THE UPPER PORTION OF THE HOST... FAMILIAR FOUND IN RESIDENCE... COMPILING PROCESS PROCEEDING... THE BEING HAS MERGED TO THE HOST'S BODY... CONSCIENCE ARE BEING MERGED... THE FAMILIAR LOST STANDING... FAMILIAR AND THE HOST HAS BEEN MERGED WITH HOSTS MIND AS PRIMARY... INITIATING VITALIZATION... DEATH IS PREDICTED 100%... WOULD THE HOST LIKE TO TURN INTO AN UNDEAD AS TO SURVIVE <
Without wasting any time, I respond with a yes.
[HOST HAS DECIDED TO TURN SELF INTO AN UNDEAD... RESTRUCTURING... FAILED DUE TO EXISTING CONSCIENCE... PRODUCING ANESTHETICS... CONFIRMING... RESTRUCTURING... TIME COUNTDOWN: 20 HOURS 36 MINUTES 54 SECONDS.]