Hurth could be seen floating in a void-like place, still sleeping.
"Hmm, does this boy have something useful? Why are you here?" A deep, baritone voice said a man covered in shadows with deep violet eyes stared at the boy with a swing of his hand, the boy floating up to the man. "Aaah, I see, so how about you help me end this little game of the greater god's? I will lend you a bit of my power and even give you some of my artwork if you complete some quests for me," said the man. A smile full of razor-sharp teeth could be seen.
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Waking up, Hurth felt stronger but a sudden thirst threw him off-looking, and he could smell dried blood near him, stumbling to the corpse of the dead vampire. He started to drink some blood; his body started to feel normal, but the thirst has yet to be filled.
[Drinker of Kin—Achievement Unlocked: New Skills absorbed]
"Huh, what? What is this?,"Hurth tried to touch the message but his hand just went through it.
[Think of Status]
Another box appeared in front of him; without further thought, he followed what the box said.
'Status'
[Name: Hurth Freda]
Class: Skir
Level: 1
MP: -
Str: 12
Dex: 15
Vit: 11
[Skill: Burst, Blood Manipulation]
'A status screen like the record of the heroes, does that mean I could be a hero and fight against the demons? Maybe with this I could gain money enough to leave this small town and forget about all of these people,' Hurth thought as he stood up with a smile and looked down at the vampire under him. 'Wait, but I just drank this vampire's blood.' Hurth started walking backwards but dripped on a root of a tree, falling on his ass but not feeling it. He looked at his hands, his pale hands with black nails.
'No, no, no no am I a vampire? Damn it No, please,' Looking up at the sky, I saw a crescent moon. "Yeah, i just have to wait until the sun comes out, then I can find out Vampires can't stand the sun; they burn so I just have to wait yeah that it this is a fluke I was just thirsty for something and since blood is a liquid, it just helped me, yes, that it." Hurth ignored the main sign and wanted to believe in his own illusion, as he has done many times before.
[Quest- Self-Acceptance]
Get to know your new body and stop ignoring what you are!
Reward: Clothes, Weapon
[Failure: Endless thirst]
"Yeah, whatever you say, damn Mr. Dew is really going to kill me once I get to town," Hurth said, laughing, standing up, and walking back to town, remembering where Connor and his group went. His memory suddenly got better, as did his hearing; he could hear the crickets play there small violin legs and the owls wings that flap over his head. 'he he he, what a strange sound,' he thought, ignoring them.
*Snort* *Thump* *Thump*
A snort startled him at the sudden loud noise and the ground shaking footsteps. Only one thing in these woods could do something like that: an earth bear. Looking behind him, he could see a bear with stone armor standing on its hind legs, its front paws high in the sky.
"Shit move," Hurth seemed like he vanished as the bear slammed into the ground where he was just standing. "How did I do that, and why did I not hear it? They know for their loud footsteps; could it be a hybrid?" Hurth said, confused.
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Hybrid Monster: Monster with a mutated core, which gives them an extra skill or makes them stronger than normal.
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The bear suddenly rushed forward but its footstep suddenly sounded like it was making no noise Hurth, worried about his life, started to run, but suddenly a stone spike came out of the ground, stabbing him in the shin.
"AAAAAAGH DAMMN IT!" Hurth screamed in pain, looking up. The bear was just over him with a mouth open, ready to bit his head off.
'Used your skill dumbass,' a voice said in his mind, scaring him, but his body moved on its own as a spear of blood flowed right through the bear's head, killing it.
[Level up]
[Level up]
[Level up-.... etc.]
His body suddenly got stronger, filled with strength; he stood up, but his thirst got even stronger. His mind hazed as his teeth grew, grabbing the bear. He sunk his teeth into what was left of the bear's head, drinking up.
"Haaaa, that was delicious. Wait, no no that was gross Come on, this is just a nightmare," Hurt said, holding his head
[ Challenge the Strong- Achievement Unlocked: New skill: Overbearer]
'S.. status,' he thought weakly.
[Name: Hurth Freda]
Class: Skir
Level: 8
MP: -
Str: 20
Dex: 23
Vit: 19
[Skill: Burst, Blood manipulation, noiseless, overbearer]
"Accept who you are; we can speak more once you gain more strength. Goodbye, Pawn," the voice said, sounding as if being carried by the wind.
"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?" Hurth screams into the sky, but after minutes of silence.
'Okay, forget it, I need to make it to town,' Hurth started walking again.
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In a palace in the void, a being skin of white and violet eye stared as a floating mirror with the image of Hurth on it.
*Sigh*
"Why did fate pick such a stupid mortal to be my legacy? Why could it not be one of my children or even their children, anyone that is not as inept as this mortal?" The being said holding it swings his hand, and the mirror switches to the heroes training in a dungeon. Another swing, and it shows the demon lord and his generals planning in a conference room. "He is so far behind. I guess I must do something once he connects with his vampire side, but for now I can only watch. I use most of my influence to save him from the weak beast." He slammed his fist on his throne, cracking it, but it fixed itself extremely quickly.
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Hurth could be seen walking into town but it seemed extremely silent and confused He walked to his shed, deciding to sleep until morning. He felt tired, not physically but mentally, as he entered his poorly built shed He could see his bed made of hay and random cloths he found around town. Lying down, he think back to when his grandparents were still alive He only knew them for a few years but his mother and father were the same as they were when they died, leaving him alone at home, so he mostly lived with his grandparents, who took extremely good care of him Sadness took over, but not a single tear came; instead, a trail of black liquid trailed down his cheek as he felt into a deep slumber.
To Be Continued. . . .