《Pandemonium: The Harbinger (Dropped)》Chapter 4 - Rewards of Torture
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Chapter 4 - Rewards of Torture
Note: Dialogues with Asterisk *kill* are only thoughts or action.
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Morning;
Sleeping soundly on his fuzzy bed drowned in comfort, he sensed a presence beside him causing him to jolt out of his bed. He tripped on his own feet, falling face down. Peering around his eyes adjust to his dimly illuminated surroundings.
*gently rubbing his temples*
That hurts, Aunt Hilda don`t sneak up on me like that, he turns around to face her.
*puffing his cheeks*
You gave almost gave me a heart attack Aunt Hilda, he says in cute tone.
Auuu, you look so adorable dear, she suddenly pouncing on him and gives a comforting hug while also ruffling his hair. After a long quiet enjoyable pause, she lets go.
*sigh*
How I wish my kids were similar to you Avaritia.
At that instance we hear mother`s voice from below, Hilda bring darling down for breakfast!
Avaritia dear go and get refreshed then come down for breakfast, there are some special dishes prepared especially for you, and then she makes her way to the door, turning the knob and leaves the room.
*Her personality, I can`t comprehend*
Heading to the bathroom, he sweeps aside his shower curtain, entering into the tub; he rotates the tap, droplets of water start pouring on him; the gentle trickle of water droplets on the skin, give off a warm feeling enticing him into a serene state.
*lost in thought*
Avaritia dear, come down quickly would you, the breakfast is going to go cold, Aunt Hilda says out in a loud tone.
Yes Aunt Hilda.
Yanking a towel from the stand beside him he pats himself try, staring in the mirror he notices his sharp features, his glossy silver hair streaked with a bit of blue, sharp piercing royal purple colored eyes and a creamy peach colored skin complexion. He gave off a picturesque image, like a painting crafted with utmost effort.
Slipping on his silky white shirt and skinny pants, he exits the room, grasping the banisters while going down the stairs. The mansion heaves in a silent atmosphere, the hall right around the corner. He prepares to enter in a dignified manner.
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Suddenly blinded by the glaring lights it takes him a moment to get used to it, his sights rest first on the table, it is engulfed with exotic dishes wafted in mixtures of spices.
Catching a glance of Aunt Hilda and mother sitting side by side, he then proceeds to the table sitting right opposite to them.
Mother, Aunt Hilda is there a special occasion today, why so much of food?
Yes, dear, your combat training is going to be harsh so I thought I would prepare a hearty meal, Aunt Hilda responds.
He subtly starts chewing, taking his time in enjoying the flavors of the dishes.
It`s Delicious Aunt Hilda.
Aunt Hilda *blushes*, Thank you dear. Mother has an envious look upon her face.
Avaritia darling, next time I am going to make you breakfast, mother speaks out
Ok mommy
After indulging in the dishes he and Aunt Hilda proceed towards the garden. Dear, your mother couldn`t come because she had to leave for another capital she will be back after a few days, In the meantime I will be training you.
Ok, Avaritia dear?
Yes
Aunt Hilda guides him to an isolated spot with a crystal clear lake within sight; tall trees besiege them in all directions providing refreshing air and shade.
Aunt Hilda explains, drinking from the lake will restore your mana quickly because the water here contains pure highly condensed mana in it, also many people don`t know about this ancient lake, so we won`t be interrupted.
Dear, first of all it`s important to know your stats before training, so we can customize a training pattern for you. Most people can`t do this until
they receive a status plate to view their panel, this method has long been forgotten.
Now try to imagine mana floating in front of you, are you done, dear?
Yes.
Now try to materialize it into a flat sheet of paper.
Done
Now just say Status out loud.
Status!
*Ding*
NameAvaritia (Lucifer)Primary ClassUnknownHealth1000Mana∞Level1Health Regen/Sec15Mana Regen/Sec∞Strength100Agility100Wisdom300Intelligence267Stamina50Vitality80Dexterity40 Skills:
Quick Reading
Mana Control (Passive)
Cannibalistic Absorption
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Perception (passive)
Corruption (Passive)
Horse Riding
Conjuring
Zero Flux
Metasis (Passive)
Hyper regeneration (Passive)
Studying his status panel, he cites upon three new skills. Aunt Hilda then interrupts; do you have a skill called Metasis?
Hiding his corruption, cannibalistic absorption, hyper regeneration and zero flux, he commands the skill panel to materialize before Aunt Hilda.
Aunt Hilda intently peers at the panel, though it looks like she is trying to intimidate it. Then a charming smile appears on her face, she looks elated. Avaritia dear, you have gained our family constitution ‘Metasis’. Did sir Abigail teaches you about our family lineage?
Looking at you expression, seems not. Ok dear, listen carefully, four major families originated from a dragon slayer, he had four unique constitutions bestowed upon him the gods, falling in love with a human on one of his expeditions, he married her and a year later his wife gave birth to quadruplets, 1 son and 3 daughters. Helios inherited Metasis, Athena – Polymorph, Fiona – limit Break and Cecilia – Crusio. They each became conquerors, creating the four major kingdoms and you’re Mom and I am descendants of Helios and have also inherited his constitution but sadly, none of my kids did.
Now Avaritia dear, click on the skill, so you can get a better gist of it, then we will continue with your training.
*Click*
Skill Name:Skill Rank:Skill Level:Skill Experience:MetasisMaster--Effects:
Body breaks down during a near death state reconstructing itself stronger
Stat points will be rewarded based on the damage received
Reconstruction Period : 10 (min)
Aunt Hilda, So basically I have to almost die, right? Yes, Avaritia dear, Aunt Hilda says with a devious smile.
*shivers*
Suddenly, feeling killing intent, he darts away from Aunt Hilda, still running he takes a glance towards Aunt Hilda`s position, Huh, She is not there? Then for an instant, he senses a presence behind him, turning around.
*Baam*
His cheek meets with her fist, suddenly lifted off his feet; he blasts of in the opposite direction by the sheer force of the impact.
*crash*
Smashing into a tree halts his brief flying session. He lays limp, as a corpse, all his bones broken throughout his body.
*This will take time to heal*
He catches a glimpse of Aunt Hilda walking towards him, his face swollen from impact, and suddenly she vanishes and appears in front of him.
Avaritia, dear I am doing this to make you stronger and don`t worry you won`t die. Our bodies are stronger than average human being, Aunt Hilda says in a gleeful tone.
Then Aunt Hilda grasps his wrist, taking a throwing position and then hurls him into the lake. The lukewarm water meets his body, slowly comforting him, the mana hastening the reconstruction of shredded bone and muscle.
*Ding*
50 points added to all stats
* Aunt Hilda is a sadist*
Within a few minutes, feeling completely rejuvenated, he starts swimming towards the surface, and catching sight of Aunt Hilda on land he makes his way towards her.
You healed surprisingly fast, most of the time it at least takes 16 minutes but for you it took about 2 minutes, why I wonder? Aunt Hilda asks curiously.
*seems like ‘Hyper regeneration’ and ‘Mana control’ hastened the healing process*
Sensing killing intent, he gets punched repeatedly by Aunt Hilda each time causing him to rupture his organs, bones, and a cracked spleen. Pain surges through his broken body but he enjoys how alive it makes him feel.
After getting punched for the 10th time and broken bones, Aunt Hilda halts, and carries of his weary body off into the mansion and lays him on
his bed.
Goodnight, Avaritia dear, Aunt Hilda voices.
*Ding*
120 points added to all stats
Goodnight, Aunt Hilda, he voices out mustering the last of his energy.
Avaritia dear, heal up properly for tomorrows training, sweet dreams.
*That was fun*
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