When a person dies, they feel a strange pain. Their soul painfully leaves their body, and their mind becomes confused, and terrified of what they will see next because it is unknown.
I told them that I would spill their blood. I told them this while looking into their eyes to see the terror in their weak eyes. They were in shock, but then a voice broke the silence:
"You damn child, I'll cut off your head!"
At that moment, this person was rushing towards me. Fool, why didn't he attack with his friends? Why is he so reckless?
"If you wish for death, I have no choice but to grant your request."
He was ready to stab me, but before he got close, I grabbed Rashad's sword lying next to his corpse and lunged at him with a fierce speed. He didn't notice anything before my sword pierced his stomach. I think this sword is as greedy as its owner. I wanted to cut off his neck, but I was short, so when the sword pierced his stomach, he fell to the ground in pain, looking at me with eyes full of fear.
"H...how c...can this be? Aren't you a mage? How can you wield a sword? This is madness!"
These words came from behind, but I didn't care about that now. I wanted to achieve my goal.
I told you the sky would rain blood today, but you fools didn't believe me.
"Cutting Strike!"
A white light emanated from the sword as I swung it towards his neck. His head was severed with great speed, and I watched his head detach from his body, his flesh tearing, and I reveled in the look of despair on his face before he died.
Blood splattered on my face, the ground, and my clothes. How I love this blood.
It was a beautiful sight, but I don't know why everyone was terrified. I think it's getting boring now.
They all attacked at once, which is what I wanted.
At that moment, my dear cats emerged, marking the beginning of the massacre.
I sat back and watched the battle.
My dear cats caught them by surprise with their powerful claws and fire-breathing like dragons. The thieves never imagined that I would also be a beast tamer.
Of course, I couldn't fight all these beasts by myself. I had my father's soldiers help me, and I could tame them after caring for them.
Because my cats appeared suddenly, the battle was one-sided.
I didn't lie to you. I only killed three myself. As for the bodies around me now, I didn't kill them with my own hands. I am not that evil anymore.
At that moment, my father arrived with a group of guards. My father is a mage at level 40. I stood amidst the bodies, my face and body covered in blood, a look of terror on my face.
" My S...son?"
My father hurried over and embraced me tightly.
"What happened?"
"Nothing. I killed them all."
"You did it again?"
"They tried to kidnap me, so I made hell take them."
When I was ten, the first time I went to the village, some kids tried to bully me, thinking I was weak. I beat them to death because they tried to hurt me.
My father knew this and tried to guide me onto the right path. He made me promise only to kill those who attacked me first. He never told my mother about any of this so she wouldn't be afraid.
My father is a very wise man. He helped me increase my strength, teaching me fire and ice magic, as well as spirit magic. He taught me how to control mana.
The first magical skill I learned was "Flame Spark."
"You have learned a new skill: Flame Spark."
"You have learned to control mana."
At that moment, I thought of the word "skills."
A panel opened up before me.
It displayed five specializations, with one of them marked as unknown, indicated by a question mark: Warrior, Mage, Beast Tamer, Shapeshifter, and ??????.
When I thought of the word "Mage," another panel appeared.
The "Flame Spark" skill was displayed, and my father had told me that the more control I gained over it, the stronger it would become. More skills would branch out from it depending on my strength and the power of my mana.
I saw that "Flame Spark" branched out into four skills, each connected by an arrow, shrouded in mist with a "+" next to them.
I wanted to try out the Warrior abilities to see if I could learn them as well.
When I told my father I wanted to become a Warrior, he said I could only have one specialization. But I was determined, so he had no choice but to bring in a seasoned Warrior to train me. When I first held the sword, the Warrior taught me how to control my inner chi and how to unleash my first strike, which was the "Cutting Strike"—the very strike I used to behead the thief.
The Warrior instructed me to swing the sword and try to harness my inner energy.
He said this with determination. If he had known that I had already mastered mana control, he wouldn't have tried to teach me how to control chi, as no normal person can control more than one form of energy at the same time.
I spent more than five hours swinging the sword until I sensed the inner chi. At that moment, a powerful strike emerged from me, feeling like it cut through the air. A faint white light emanated from the wooden sword in my hand.
"You have learned a new skill: Cutting Strike."
I opened the skills panel and found that "Cutting Strike" had branched out, connecting to another mist-shrouded skill.
The Warrior told my father that I had learned the basics of chi and warrior skills.
My father was shocked and thanked the Warrior.
He came into my room, embraced me, and told me I was a genius. He had never heard of anyone mastering more than one specialization.
He warned me not to tell anyone about this and not to use magic in front of others.
After that, he had his soldiers capture some fire cats for me to try taming. After telling him I could also tame beasts, I managed to learn taming within a year, despite there being no teachers, as beast tamers are very rare. My father was astounded when he saw me sitting atop my large fire cat, which I had named "Marus."
Now, seeing thirty bodies around me, all killed in the most gruesome ways possible, my father's shock was even greater. I returned home with him.
When my mother saw me, she embraced me tightly.
I really love this woman. She always took care of me. I remember when I was five years old, I was severely ill.
She stayed by my side the whole time, for more than three months, never leaving the room. As a child, I was always sick and didn't know why. My chest hurt, and when some doctors examined me, they found strange tattoos with odd symbols on my chest, emitting heat. They thought it was magic, but my father knew it wasn't. I remained sick until I was ten, and my mother was always by my side, always helping and supporting me. I felt a great love for her and vowed to protect her no matter what.
My mother was crying.
I regretted letting those fools kidnap me; I hadn't realized she would worry about me so much.
"Don't cry, Mom. I'm okay."
She hit me on the head hard.
"Don't scare me like that again."
When I'm with my mother, I become a different person. I wanted a normal life, but there was no such thing as a normal life in this world, unfortunately.
"Status."
Name: Joker
Level: 17
Occupation: None
Health: 100/100
Strength: 30
Intelligence: 60
Stamina: 25
Luck: 40
Charm: 20
Magic: 25
I'm now at level 17. My level was zero until I was ten years old. No ordinary human levels up before the age of ten. To others, I'm a genius because an ordinary human stops at level 10. Those who level up beyond that become warriors, mages, or tamers. But at fourteen years old, I reached level 17 and became a mage, warrior, and tamer. My level didn't rise on its own; I killed many weak monsters like Mist Ferrets and later started killing Swamp Frogs. They were somewhat strong, and now I can kill a group of Fire Cats alone without getting tired.
We live in a village called Flower Village. My father is the mayor of this village, a wealthy and just man, but his only problem is me.
All humans are ruled by a single king, King Jaber. This king is a friend of my father, a just and strong man. I met him only once when I was very young.
He tried to convince my father to be his special advisor, but my father refused because he doesn't like politics.
My father is very lazy, but he's madly in love with my mother, and that's enough for me.
I adore this family.
I told my mother I was fine, but she wasn't convinced and forbade me from leaving the house for a week. After that, I quickly went outside and decided to enter the forest to try to level up and kill some monsters.
As I moved through the forest, going deeper inside, I noticed my chest glowing with a strong light, as if it were guiding me in a certain direction. I quickly moved towards that place until I found a gigantic tree with many intertwined branches. It felt like it had been there for thousands of years, but strangely, I had never seen it before, even though I had passed this area many times.
W... What's happening to me?
I saw a bright light emanating from my chest, and it felt as if my body was being pulled towards the tree. As I got closer and was about to collide with it, a strange light appeared and pulled me inside.
What am I seeing now?
What the hell is this?