「 CHAPTER 7: The Birth of a New Beginning 4/6 」
[ The Ring of Seven Curses ], This was a cursed ring, forged by an Unknown God, and it was said that once you put it on, it could never be removed. The only way to rid yourself of its influence would be to cut off your own finger, a grim and irreversible measure. Is what its said in the game.
The ring bestowed upon its wearer "seven blessings" and "seven curses", a cruel balance of power and punishment.
The blessings granted were powerful and tempting, promising great abilities or advantages. But with them came equally formidable curses, each one weaving a dark thread into the fabric of the wearer's fate.
The dual nature of the ring made it both alluring and terrifying, a symbol of both incredible power and relentless suffering.
As I looked at the ring, memories started flashing before my eyes. I recalled the memories I had wearing this ring, Most are bad ones and some are good ones.
There were too many memories I had with this ring, that's because this ring was the sole reason why I had to spend so much time playing the game. It made fighting enemies a hundred times harder but made looting and crafting a hundred times better. It gives you seven blessings and seven curses, to others, hearing that isn't so bad but, the reason why It was called [ The Ring of Seven Curses ] was because of the curses it bestows to its wearer...
I reached my hand toward the ring, intending to store it in my inventory. But as my fingers neared the ominous black band, the ring began to tremble and warp, twisting unnaturally as if some malevolent force had awakened within it.
A chill ran down my spine as I realized something was terribly wrong. I quickly retracted my hand from the pedestal, but it was too late.
In an instant, the ring flew from its resting place, latching onto my hand with a terrifying speed. I barely had time to react before it forced itself onto my finger. I screamed and cursed, shaking my hand wildly in a desperate attempt to fling the ring off, but it held fast, tightening its grip with every futile motion.
The cold metal seemed to sear into my skin, as if binding itself to me in some unholy pact. I knew then that the ring had found its new host. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't come off. The cursed object had claimed me, sealing its dark promise of seven blessings and seven curses.
"FUUUUCK!"
I felt a wave of hopelessness and terror crash over me. In this world, where anything could kill me in an instant—where creatures lurked that defied logic and places existed that no human mind could fully comprehend—I was now cursed by a ring that had tormented me in the game. Now, it seemed destined to be the very thing that would lead to my death.
The realization settled in, cold and heavy. I was trapped, bound to this cursed object that would twist my fate in ways I couldn't predict. Seven blessings and seven curses, a cruel joke in a world where survival was already a desperate gamble.
The irony of it all struck me like a punch to the gut; to be cursed by the very thing that once caused me so much suffering, now to become the source of my potential doom.
My hands trembled with terror, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Desperation clawed at my mind as I realized what I had to do. With a shaky hand, I reached behind my back and grabbed the short sword I had taken from the goblins.
Its cold steel felt heavy in my grip, a stark reminder of the grim decision I was about to make. I took a deep, shaky breath, swallowing hard, my mouth dry with fear, and unsheathed the blade.
The thought of cutting off my own finger sent a shiver down my spine, but I knew I had no choice. The cursed ring would never come off any other way. I steadied my hand as best I could, the blade hovering just above my finger, the black ring glinting ominously in the dim light. This was it—my last desperate attempt to free myself from its grip and free me from its curse.
As I tried to steady my trembling hand, the blade touched my finger, the sharp edge slicing just enough to draw blood. A crimson droplet rolled down, splattering onto the cold floor. In that moment, a flood of memories overwhelmed me—the bloody incident from the other day, the moment when Cad died.
His lifeless eyes, the blood, the helplessness I felt as I watched him slip away—it all came rushing back like a tidal wave.
A wave of weakness and despair washed over me, sapping my will to act. I felt so powerless, so incredibly small in the face of it all. With a choked sob, I hurled the blade across the room. It clattered against the throne with a metallic crash.
Unable to hold back the tears any longer, I collapsed to the ground and tucked myself under the pedestal, curling into a ball. I cried uncontrollably, my body shaking with each sob, feeling utterly lost and broken.
If this ring is going to curse me, then I'll use its blessings against it. I've done it before, and I'll do it again.
My hand steadied as I wiped away the tears, the weight of my fear replaced by a surge of determination. I had been weak before, caught off guard, but now I knew better. I knew what this ring could do, and I knew what I had to do to survive.
This time, I wasn't going to let it break me. This time, I had a plan.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up from the floor, steeling my nerves. My heart still pounded in my chest, but now it wasn't from fear. It was from resolve. I would fight back, use every advantage this cursed ring offered. I'd turn its own power against it. This time, I was ready.
"If my memories serves me right.."
As I walked toward the throne, a new sense of purpose driving my steps, I reached out and removed the cushion from the seat.
Just as I had suspected, a hidden compartment lay beneath—a hole carved perfectly to conceal treasures. There, nestled inside, was a chest full of items. A perfect place to hide a king's most valued possessions and weapons.
I opened the chest, my heart racing. There were no riches or jewels within, but something much better. A grin spread across my face as I realized what I had found.
These are exactly what I needed to avenge Cad and survive in this world. With these, I would turn the tide in my favor and fight back.
「 END OF CHAPTER 7 」
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[ The Ring of Seven Curses ] - A cursed ring, forged by an Unknown God, and it was said that once you put it on, it could never be removed. The ring bestowed upon its wearer seven blessings and seven curses, a cruel balance of power and punishment. The blessings granted were powerful and tempting, promising great abilities or advantages. But with them came equally formidable curses, each one weaving a dark thread into the fabric of the wearer's fate. The dual nature of the ring made it both alluring and terrifying, a symbol of both incredible power and relentless suffering.