The world around me distorts and I start to awaken... The memories of the nightmare I had was still fresh in my mind... Un-fading. What was that dream? I feel so depressed... I feel like death would be a release for the pain in my heart... However, my heart isn't something a mere nightmare can shatter, after a few moments of sadness I quickly regained composure. Even after regaining consciousness, there's no way I'd open my eyes without cautiously checking my surroundings beforehand, since the one who poisoning me could still be hiding somewhere in my room.

I try to increase the sensitivity of my ears by using the Reinforcement Art to strengthen certain areas within, the experiment was successful, and I heard a slight sound of breathing from my closet. Judging from the circumstances around me, not much time has passed after I lost consciousness, the total time it took for me to regain my wits seems to be around a mere few seconds. I felt pain under my skin, after secretly peeking at my hands, I saw that they had been completely dyed black.

What I found most intriguing was that I could 'hear' the black 'blood' inside me calling out to me. It's telepathic messages were sinister and dark, but also contained a hint of worry. I clearly 'felt' that the poisonous being inside me was trying its best to wake me up, yet I don't feel thankful for its help, I try to send my thoughts back through the telepathic connection between us.

'Motherf*cker! Shut the hell up. I had such f*cking depressing dream because of your constant whispers. So don't ever try to wake me up, never do that again, understood?' I telepathically sent in seething rage. It quietens down like an obedient child in response.

The surprise I felt from the fact my conjecture about the whole: 'Light add Dark equals Creation' thing actually being true was only momentary. This world is strange to begin with, there's mythical creatures being chased around by wizards with swords, so the existence of the magical parasite I created didn't seem special at all.

'It seems I became a God? I mean I did create life after all...' I muse to myself in order to lift my mood. My body was still paralysed, so I telepathically sent a message to the parasitic poison, telling it to shrink into a single cell. Oddly enough, it seemed such a command actually worked, the poisonous being within my bloodstream that was created from my Mana shrunk quickly.

It seemed to a acknowledge me at its master and creator, like some kind of poise believer of a cult. Even if I told it to destroy itself it would gladly reply with self-extermination, which was extremely creepy, but I decided to shift my focus on my health. After it condensed into a viral cell-like organism it decided to occupy my heart. It seemed protective of me and wanted to eradicate anything that would be harmful to my health.

It fed off an extremely tiny portion of my Mana constantly in order to feed itself regularly, since it informed me that doing so would stop it from needing any nutrient, what seemed to be a demonic single called organism actually became my guardian. I stared blankly at the healthy colour my hands regained in shock, but decided to ignore the awkward feeling I had in order to focus on some important matters, like who poisoned me?

I sit on my bed, my body drenched in sweat and ponder. Then I realise that my entire body was completely drenched in sweat, the killing intent I had towards my attacker rescinded as I locked my rooms door and checked around for any intruders. I took the alarms and traps I created out of my pocket dimension by using Devouring Shadow then set them up one by one.

None of them were anything destructive like land mines, but they were deadly all the same, because all of them were explosive powered hidden arrows I created myself. I knew that the culprit would always visit the scene of the crime, since they need to check if I actually died, and kill me even if there's at least a chance I could still live.

If it was me, that's what I'd do, so I decided to give them a treat if they were to come in through the window, a satanic smile etched across my face I decided to wait for the results by taking a bath to get rid of my stench. As I entered my bathroom door and took off my clothes, my smile froze as I looked at my neck in the mirror. I looked at the tiny dot of blood hole that wasn't there before with a frown. Judging by the wound, the poison from before was administered through a needle, but the fact that someone was able to retrieve the needle afterwards hints something.

I washed my back in my plain-looking bathroom in thought. The fact that the person who poisoned me was so close to me before makes me feel fearful of their experience, such technique isn't something that can be replicated with magic, it shows that the person is very experienced in their line of work.

After having a shower and changing my clothes, the alarms I set up was activated, allowing me to hear the ringing sound of a bell. I don't hastily walk out of my room, but prepare to kill one who entered, since nobody I know would ever try enter my room through the window. I pull out a gun from my shadow whilst listening to the sounds of the culprit struggling against my set up traps, after looking at the pistol in my hand I remembered that it would be best if I didn't alert the entire household with too much noise, since then they'd ruin the fun I'm having.

I hear the familiar sounds of wires rubbing against each other before the sounds of struggle had completely stopped, I pull out a silencer from my shadow and start to attach it as I walked out. I could already imagine every movement of the culprit who broke into my room through the sounds of struggle alone. It wasn't hard for someone like me because sight wasn't the only sense the modern battlefields of Earth sharpen. If I couldn't even do this then the brothers who were way more experienced than me in my past life would curse me from beyond the grave, and I would to.

"Welcome, my dear assassin, did you like the enchanted traps I specially prepared for you?" I ask the young girl my own age who was tied with wires casually. It wasn't that her entire body was bound by the enchanted weapons I prepared with my heart and literal soul. Just her neck and hands were wrapped around by wires that would tighten if she tried any reckless movements. As I recognise the eyes of the masked young girl who entered my room, my satanic smile grew wider, because I recognised the culprit who almost killed me.

"Oh~ Young Mistress, I didn't prepare anything for you~ How about about I prepare for you a tasty and delicious bullet~ You psychopathic piece of sh*t!" I sung in anger. The killing intent radiating from my body becomes so cold that it freezes the air.