A sharp arrow struck than man forehead, leaving me shocked. But relief washed over me as I saw my owner approaching with others. My owner carefully removed the poison arrow, and blood gushed out. I tried to heal, but my powers weren't working. Panic began to set in.
Just then, an old man intervened, his voice laced with urgency. "This is a mid-tier poison arrow, infused with magic-nullifying properties," he explained. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the gravity of the situationi tried to move and speak to relaise that I had gotten Paralyzed and unable to speak, I silently pleaded with the system for answers. "What's happening? Why am I paralyzed?" I asked internally.
The system's response offered little comfort. "Host, anyone else would have died. Your survival is a mystery, as you haven't developed poison resistance. Your unique physiology is buying you time, but it won't last long."
The old man spoke up, his eyes locked onto mine. "She's still alive. If she lasts five hours, we can take her to our sect for treatment. There's a way, but it's impossible for non-cultivators to survive that long."
My owner's words echoed in my mind, "Don't worry, she's mine. I won't let anyone take my thing - not human, demon, or death itself. She'll be with me." I felt conflicted, unsure whether to feel happy or angered. Am I just an object to be possessed?
But as the poison took hold, my body began to dizzy and my senses started to fade. I felt something near my stomach, and my consciousness slipped away. I thought, "This is it. I'm going to die again and maybe again reborn in a new place ."
Irritation washed over me, tired of the cycle of rebirth. With each life, I felt a change within my soul, my nature shifting. In my first life, I was a happy-go-lucky person who wouldn't harm a fly. But with each rebirth, my hesitation to kill faded, replaced by an urge to destroy.
I reflected, "I've never killed anyone, only letting others get damaged and helping those in need. That's why I've always told myself I'm not a killer." Yet, when I fought, the urge to kill and destroy surfaced, leaving me perplexed
"What's happening to me?" I wondered. "I wanted to be a beacon of hope, saving lives, but I'm becoming fear incarnate - the opposite of myself."
As darkness closed in, questions swirled:
1. Will I break free from this cycle of rebirth?
2. Can I overcome the darkness within?
What happening when I remeber cursed from godess ashna and I ask myself what does it is a effect of curse or something else and what curse I had been afflicted
When sudeenly all thing around which was in darkness started to go on and
"You finally passed my test," a voice declared. "Across the multiverse, you're the only one to recognize the changes within yourself, a result of the Curse of Immortal Servitud which had been affected."
"I know you have millions of questions, but understand this: you're no longer a simple being. You've received blessings and curses from numerous gods and even devils . Your nature defies comprehension; you can't always avoid taking lives."
The voice echoed in my mind:
"
("प्रत्येकं समये कश्चन सुधारं कर्तुं शक्नोति अथवा भवन्तः तान् सुधारयितुं शक्नुवन्ति यत् भवतः कृते सम्भवं नास्ति , भवतः पर्याप्तं ज्ञानशक्तिः नास्ति , तथा च सर्वे तस्य योग्याः न सन्ति। अन्ते त्वया युद्धं कर्तव्यं भविष्यति, पापानां नाशं कर्तव्यं भविष्यति। भवता स्वस्य प्रत्येकं बलं अवगत्य आगमिष्यमाणे अस्तित्वयुद्धे तस्य उपयोगः कर्तव्यः भविष्यति" इति ।")
In english
"Every time someone can reformed or you can reform them that is not possible for you , you don't have enough knowledge power , and not everyone is worthy of it. In the end you will have to fight, you will have to destroy the sins. You will have to understand every strength of yours and use it in the great war of existence that is coming
As I heard those words, a surge of new energy coursed through me. The path I had lost sight of became clear once more. However, the mention of the "upcoming Great War" filled me with tension.
"What does this Great War mean?" I asked.
The voice replied, "It's not yet time for you to know everything. To protect your loved ones, your world, and all universes, you must become strong. You possess abilities, potential, and a system guiding you. You can't remain a simple human; you never were one to begin with."
"Understand, you must become strong. When we meet again, prove yourself worthy, and all your questions will be answered: the Curse, the unknown entities, and the Great War of Existence."
With that, the voice vanished, leaving me with a sense of determination.
"I will become strong."
A path unfolded before me, and I realized that my powers, once seen as weaknesses, could become my greatest strengths didn't still understand why I suddenly feel so positive . The energy coursing through me brought clarity and peace.
As I opened my eyes, I found myself on a bed with my owner sleeping beside me. Xei, on my left, seemed to radiate a calming presence. I checked my condition on the system:
Stamina: Low
Suddenly, I felt a forceful movement, and my owner's lips touched mine, shocking me. Embarrassed, I tried to scream, but he silenced me with another kiss.
Fear flashed through me, but he released my lips, gazed at Xei, and stood up.
"Get ready. From today on, we'll prepare for the exams."
Confused, I started to ask, "What exams?"
My owner smiled mischievously. "Not just any exams. This year's special exams, unknown to everyone except us. Slaves and maids will participate too."
I struggled to grasp his character:
"Who are you? Good or bad?"
His enigmatic smile deepened.
"Let's get ready. We have a lot to cover."
I wanted to ask more questions, but owner left, leaving me perplexed. Memories of our first meeting flooded my mind - his handsome face, freeing me from shackles, healing my veins. But his kisses, aura, and perpetually covered eyes , and his way of calling as I am a thing more than a human confused me. Is he good or bad?
Xei woke up, breaking the silence. "Dii, you're awake! We thought you'd be unconscious for 10 days. It's lucky you were saved in time." I listened intently as Xei continued, "Big Brother used his blood power to extract the poison from you. That's why you both were unconscious for so many days. Brother woke up yesterday, and now you."
My eyes widened, shocked. "Blood power?" I remembered learning about this rare ability, where one's blood quality and energy determine its effectiveness. But at what cost? Serious damage to their own body? I felt a mix of gratitude and concern