Monday, 28 August 2023

The Conquerors Path |CHAPTER-1

The Conquerors Path

CHAPTER-1 :NEW START


In the Azraeil empire, within the Duchess’s castle of the human realm there lays a boy within the mansion of the Duchess’s.The boy appears to be asleep within the bedroom, the room was the exact definition of the word “extravagant”.

The room was decorated with gold on the edges of the room with a wide space for at least 7 people to live. The boy appears to be about 8 years old with silver hair, chubby cheeks, and a cute face .No doubt the boy would surely grow up to be quite the looker.

It would have been a harmonious scene if it weren’t for the boy continuously frowning and turning in the bed as if he was in pain. The boy kept groaning until suddenly he jolts up clutching his head.

“What the hell, why does my head hurt so bad, what’s going on?”

“Arhhhhh….damn it, it hurts…..”

The “boy” suddenly jolts and starts turning and tussling as if in great pain….

“Why does it feels like my mind is exploding…what’s happening?.?..?”

He kept on screaming in pain for at least 10 minutes until the “boy” had gotten better…..

“Wow…uff, must have drunk a lot last night”the boy said currently lying flat on the floor when he starts to realize that the sealing he is lookin at doesn’t belong to him.

“What the helll? Did I drink so much that I came to the wrong house or am I hallucinating now?”

Trying to stand up the boy fails and falls back. “Damn it ! My muscles hurt like hell! Did I get into a bar fight, no..no that’s not important, the question is where the hell am I?”

While laying down questing himself ,the boy notices a certain characteristic that he had failed to notice before, that is…everything looks big.

No that can't be right ,the truth was he became smaller ,feeling a sense of dread coming upon him the “boy” raises his hands and takes a look.

Small ,white and most of all smooth.

Suddenly, a certain thought enters his mind, a concept which was extremely popular among light novels and webnovels.

As an avid reader himself he had read his fair share of fantasy transmigration novels.

“No, it cant be real, its not possible” while the boy was having a meltdown and was trying his best to push such thoughts away.

A voice was heard, nailing his fantasies to reality.

[Ding…]

[Scanning the current world…..]

[Scanning completed…]

[Welcome host!!!…..To your new life]

The System joyfully said not knowing that these words had destroyed the budding hope within his host.

"Hearing the words which he never hoped to hear his whole life, the 'boy' suddenly starts to cry.

‘….. So I died.’

‘How is that possible? The last thing I remember is leaving my dorms to buy some groceries, and then… wait, I can’t remember anything after that.’

Reading the host's thoughts, the system replied,

'[Host died after returning from shopping. Host got caught between a shooting scene and got hit with a bullet. The memories of it are removed as to avoid psychological problems for the host!!]'

Hearing the reply from his so-called system, the 'boy' starts crying even more.

‘So I died without accomplishing anything in life? Without giving back the love and support my parents gave me? Without accomplishing my dreams?’

[Warning… Warning…

Mentality of the host breaking down...

Activating emergency cooldown procedures.]

Suddenly, the 'boy' feels a cooling sensation on him, and his dark thoughts somehow started to settle down.

'[Host, you might have died, but now you have the chance to write your future again. Please calm down and take deep breaths.]'

Feeling his sanity come back to him, his hazy eyes started to regain their clarity.

Taking deep breaths, the boy tries to stand up, in which he miserably fails and falls back.

Laying on the carpet, the 'boy' asks,

‘So how was it back at my home? Is everybody alright… A-are my parents alright?’

[Host, parents are alright. They were at your funeral, and your parents did fall into depression, but they will launch back.]

Hearing what the system said, the boy heaves a sigh. ‘Give me some time alone to think.’

Hearing what his host said and reading his host's mental state, the system became silent.

Closing his eyes, the boy began to remember his past, his life, his parents, everything. His total of 22 years old, his life.

Like this, half an hour passed. When he opened his eyes again, there were a myriad of emotions, and he had not fully forgotten his past, but he can now move forward.

‘Hey system, I am now ready. Could you tell me why I can’t move?’

Finally hearing the words it wanted to hear, it replied,

'[Yes, Host, we can start!! Currently, the host's soul is being connected to the current body. Since there is a mismatch of your soul and body, it might take some time to integrate.]

[But worry not, I can speed up the time by giving your current body some shock.]'

Hearing the first half of the system's words, the 'boy' smiled. But hearing the rest, his face started to contract.

‘How long will the normal route take?’

[About 1 to 2 months.]

‘So what you are basically telling me is that I have to take the shock, right? How are these even options?’

Taking a deep breath to control his rising anger, the boy replied, ‘Sure, give those shocks.’

'[Right away, Host. Better take a deep breath for the coming shock in 3... 2... 1!!]'

Suddenly, the boy's body starts twitching like a fish taken out of water. This went on for about 20 seconds before it cooled down.

‘Argh… Damn it. Hey system, why don't you come in front of me so that I can "thank you"?’

'[No need, Host. I am an eternal figure. You can't touch me.]'

Grumbling to himself, the 'boy' raises himself from the ground and takes a look around.

‘Seeing the furniture and room, it seems like this boy's family is quite rich.’

“Hey system, tell me where I am and who I am.”

'[Host, better take a seat before I start.]'

Hearing this, the 'boy' takes a seat on the bed, ready to hear about himself.

'[The Host is currently in the world of "Ether" from "Arizinons Sense".]'

Hearing the system's words, the 'boy' shot up from his bed with deep shock."

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