The room was silent and dark, filled with mysteriousness and dread. The room was shaped like a cube and each side takes about 4 steps to complete. It makes one imagine how can a human possibly survive here before going crazy. As the Grim Reaper paced slowly yet steadily towards the boy, its aura of death made the boy flinched and he quickly thrashed himself against the corner of the room hoping that it would give way, allowing him to escape from it. Yet, it walked slowly, with no means to hurry. Then. It stopped. And reached out its skeletal fingers. It was then at that point, the boy screamed.

Theo woked with a sudden jerk from the floor, sweat running down his face. This is the fifth time having the nightmare ever since the branding and it has been happening repeatedly every night. Theo scanned the room carefully and upon making sure that he was not dreaming, he heaved a sigh of relief.

For the past few days, he had been forced to work to the brink of exhaustion and was given a small loaf of bread to last him for 3 days. Of course, it would turn sour at most after 2 days, hence he was also eating mold in the process. Theo learned that there a total of 4 kingdoms connected by land, they are namely, Kingdom of Elixhr, ruled by elves, Kingdom of Hastyrel, ruled by humans, Kingdom of Tema, ruled by demi-humans and lastly, Kingdom of Xcres, ruled by the dwarfs. From little of what he heard, Hastyrel is allianced with Xcres and trade has been blooming among the 2 kingdoms, while both Elixhr and Tema stand alone. The latter 2 kingdoms prefer isolation and peace and thus, decided to distant themselves from the other kingdoms, protecting their sovereignity.

After Theo had been enslaved and was bought by the despicable noble, he was send to work in the Lamen Manor owned by the Lamen family. The Lamen family consisted of people in the Royal Court, holding a myriad of positions. However, things are not looking good as the unquenchable drought has been robbing the Kingdom of its precious resources for a decade now, depleting its resources by quite a margin. The commoners were the true victims during this unfortunate period, they were pillaged of their money in secret by some of the nobles so that the nobles were able to throw banquets and parties among themselves. As a result, death is a common occurance as people have been committing suicide, unable to bear the pain.

okay. so my shift starts at 5 in the morning and ends at 11 at night. I have 1 hour before it starts. lemme check on the status first. As Theo thought to himself, he gave the status screen a thought and it appeared in front of him. Apparantly, he also learned that he could see his stats like in a game upon coming to this world.

Name: Theodore Miral Kasis Age: 16 Race: Human Titles: none Equipments: Slave's wear Skills: Wrath(Strength+10), Hatred(Stamina+10) Health: 100 Strength: 15 Stamina: 15 Mana: 5 Agility: 5 Constitution: 5

After inspecting his stats, he decided to do some push-ups and sit-ups to train his strength and constitution. For every 50 push-ups, it gives 1 strength . After an hour, Theo gained a total +4 strength and +4 constitution.

As the day begin in the household, the servants started to flock to their respective chores, preparing breakfast for the Lamen Family while others will be out in the garden trimming the trees. Theo dragged his feet towards the stone well and began pulling up the bucket of water before carrying it back to the kitchen. After carrying out his first duty, he proceeded to wipe the marble floor along the corridors.

As the 2 demi-humans dressed him in fanciful attire, Vonin Lamen gave a curt remark, urging them to hurry up. Once dressed, he opened his door and he saw a scrawny young boy scrubbing the floor in front of his door. Feeling agitated, he abruptly kicked the boy in his way before voicing out in disgust,"Keep away you filth, can't believe I dirtied my boots to kick this...thing." After his sudden act of authority, he nonchantaly walked away, without shooting back a second glance. He was the guy that bought Theo.

Theo lay on the floor, his face twisted with agony at the pain from the metal in the boots. I WILL KILL HIM. I. WILL. KILL. KILL. Thoughts of murder went through his mind before calming himself down, Theo knew that he is far too weak to do anything right now, for revenge to happen, he must grow strong, the strongest. The survival of the fittest-even a fool knows it. The strong crush the weak. And the weak continues to crumble or rise above all. This is the law of the world.

Nearing the end of his shift, Theo sat slumped, at the back of the garden where the plants grew unhindered, having no evidence of any alteration done to keep its growth in check where wearily bit on the somewhat meagre of bread he has left while quenching his thirst from a muddy puddle. "Hey look, isn't that the drama queen the young master has bought?" one of the servants remarked as they stumbled upon him. The nickname 'drama queen' was given to Theo for fainting just from a simple branding, making him seemed weak.

"Haha oh yea you're right. Let's go check up on him! Hey your highness! How's your morning with the young master?"-servant B called to Theo while mocking him.

Theo silently looked up at the servant with his dark black eyes that seemed to embody the night sky.

Seeing no response from Theo, servant B gave Theo a solid punch in the face as he hollered, "DIDN'T YOUR MOTHER TEACH YOU NOT TO DISRESPECT YOUR SENIORS? SHE'S MUST HAVE BEEN A BITCH MAN!!" trying to incur Theo's rage. To his disappointment, Theo still showed no signs of retaliation, only ice cold stares.

"Lads, let's teach him a lesson!" servant B called out to the others to join in on the fun.

"about time!"-servant C

"darn right ya"-servant D

Several blows landed on Theo's face, followed by his stomach and legs. After the initial blows, they proceeded to kick and stomp on him, making him puke out his recent dinner. After several minutes of relieving some of their stress, they walked into the distance after gaining a sense of superiority.

Theo lay on the floor, while enduring the pain, his thoughts went back to this morning and the previous nights since the first day he came in. He was bullied by other servants-night after night-they would release their pent-up frustration on him like it was his fault. The more Theo thought, the more he gnash his teeth, making grinding sounds which echoed in the dark. His teary eye reflecting a burning fire-the desire for revenge-the desire for strength.

Moments later, Theo stood up started to run around in the back garden while the constant pain both internally and externally, fuelled his desire for strength.

In that night, Theo ran 10 km, completed 500 push-ups, 500 sit-ups, psuhing his body to his limits.

Only did he stopped when he his body could not move anymore.

"Title gained! "

"Skill gained! [Mind over body] Stamina+10, strength+10"

"Hatred skill evolved!"

"Wrath skill evolved!"

2/4 conditions met...

A series of voice from the system rang out in his mind as he was crawling his way back to his room, however, he was too exhausted to care.