Chapter 3

*Mother…Father….I'm sorry, I wasnt strong enough to get back at them, I'm sorry* a tear flowed unconsciously down his cheek as he lost his consciousness.

In the darkness of his all mind as all was drifting away and silence reigning over an endless void…until….

[Do you seek for power mortal?]

a cold mechanical voice spoke. Lycaon, not even thinking about where this voice comes from, responds. „Of course I want power, but that doesnt matter, I'm already dead what would power now bring me? I cant even safe myself much less others, I shouldnt even have dared to think about revenge….maybe if I had power befor my parents died I could have protected them."

[I can give you the power to destroy everyone, but there is a price to this power]

Lycaon couldnt help but gasp in his mind not knowing what to say, could he really get the power to avenge his family now? Or would he get tricked again? Well even if he should get tricked, he was going to die either way so why dont take the gamble?

„What do you want me to do?" he asked with a firm voice, even though he would accept either way he still wanted to find out as much as possible of the others purpuse.

[You dont need to be on guard like this, I am just using you to get revenge on someone, as for why I dont do it myself, you will know later on. Of course only if you accept my power and survive, so tell me your answer, will you do everything I say?]

Hearing this he couldnt help but hesitate for a moment, what would be asked of him? But thinking how much colder the voice sounded it seemed that it got impatiant. Even if it meant selling his he couldnt afford to hesitate anymore, as long as he can achive his goal….

„I will accept your power as long as I can get revenge with it!"

[Good! I shall bestow my power upon you! But dont forget you will have to work hard to achive your goal. Get stronger quickly little ant. Hahahaha….]

Loud loughter was heared as the voice seemed to become wilder and wilder, at the same time it got more silent with every second until all sound vanished again and for a seemingly endless time nothing happend.

*No way…was that all just…a hallucination? I thought I could finally…..*

Befor he could finish his thought and fall into despair again a little light appeared in his consciousness, nothing like any light he saw bevor….it was a deep red giving a deep cold and malicious sensation to the surrounding. Even though he should fear this light because of this, he felt extremly familiar with it….as if he knew it his whole live or even longer.

At this moment the light flared up until his whole being was filled with it, but after a few minutes it vanished completely. Well it didnt vanish, he could still feel it but at this time from himself, as if it had been absorbed by his very being.

[Assimilating System]

[Time until assimilation is completed: 30 Days]

[Wounds on host detected]

[Does the host wish to heal the wounds bevor completing assimilation?]

„How will I be healed without the System even assimilated?" he asked confused, it wouldnt ask if there werent drawbacks.

[The period for the System's assimilation will be increased by ten times]

„What?! But thats nearly a year!"

[It is possible to reduce it down to 45 Days but it will only be enough for surviving. Movement wont be possible and the hosts body will seem like a normal corpse to others with the only difference being that the body doesnt rot. Please note that the host doesnt need to eat or drink in this state but also wont have access to any of his senses. Also any wounds that will appear after this treatmeant by any cause wont be healed by the System and can kill the host. Do you wish to proceed?]

*So its some kind of gamble? Either I heal myself completely and let the System go in some kind of hibernation or I take the risk of dying and heal only the most neve wounds. What should I do….. If I take the first it would be safe for now but who knows if I can survive a year without help to even make use of the System. Or should I just take the gamble? At least it wouldnt look suspicious. I mean in over a month they should have forgotten about me as insignificant whereas in the first I would take the risk to get captured and studied by some maniac who wants to know how I survived. Well I guess it's decided then…. *

„Take the second option!"

[Body will be healed and left in near death state]

[System will now go in hibernation until assimilation is completed]

[Time until completation: 44:23:59:59]

After waiting for what felt like more than an hour the time still didnt go down anymore. *Is there a problem with the timee? Did it go in hibernation with the System?*

Just at this moment….

[Time until completation: 44:23:59:58]

…..Lycaon couldnt help but look silently at the numbers in the darkness. *It seems like the timer is still working but time seems to pass extremly slow. What the hell should I do now? I thought waiting for 45 days in this endless darkness was bad enough and now you are telling me one second outside is an hour in here?! What the hell am I supposed to do? This are decades if this keeps going like this! All I can do is stand here in some weird half transparent form! Yeah I cant even sit down somewhere.*

At this moment a faint outlook of a chair appears for a moment. *Hmm? Does this mean I can have everything I want here? Well I'm inside my own mind so that much should be a given…* As he now consciously tried to creat a chair, one appeared that looked quite real on the first glance, but if one was to look closely at it one would notice that one could faintly see through it. Just as he was about to sit down...it vanished. *Seems like I need to keep concentrating on it for it to stay and after I lose focus it will disappear as well…lets just try it again.*

Once more he tried to make a chair appear, a very simple looking wooden chair to make it easier. After a few seconds of concentration it appeared again as expected. This time while trying to not lose focus he sat down and sighed a sigh of relief when he noticed that its just like a normal chair and he would not just fall through it as feared. Like this he at least wouldnt have to stand.

Puff

Th chair disappeared again and Lycaon fell down. *Why is it so hard to hold it here? Its just a damn chair!* he kept cursing in his mind for a few minutes until he calmed down and did the same yet again. This processes repeated itself a few hundred times, everytime he manged to hold on a bit longer than the last time until finally after many hours, days and weeks in his mind he was able to sustain the chair indefinitely long without any strain to his mind, befor he always had to rest after a few tries for a good while. Of course the time that passed in the real world was neglectable.

[Time until completation: 44:23:42:23]

*Why does it have to go so slowly? Well nevermind I'll just try to get a better chair.* And just like this it started again, this time with a few carvings added to the chair. This was all he could do, do it as long as needed until he was able to do it easily and than add things to make it more difficult. Each little exponentially increased the difficulty, but getting more and more used to it, he was able to make changes easier every time. And after nearly a full decade of doing this the changes he made were much greater than bevor. The once plain wooden chair now looked more like a art piece that would stay in a museum. It reminds one of a kings throne, but if one looks closely one can even read lines on it, those lines were the words that his parents always told Lycaon. He enrgaved them so he would never forget them. He started with this after he was done for the 17th time and after he completed the 42nd try he started to change the appearance of the letters more and more until they looked like they do now, as if they were written by the best calligraphers in the world.

[Time until completation: 44:00:00:00]

A loud sigh escaped between his lips as he saw that he barely got one day behind him. At the beginning he always thought about what would happen to his body but after a few months he just gave up thinking about it as he didnt have it in his hand and immersed himself in his world of phantasys and creation. Over the years his got more and more used at spotting little neglectable things which others wouldnt even give a second thought to.

After around another three years he started trying to add another object, something small at the beginning, while also trying to keep the chair he worked on all this time. The first thing he tried was pillow but it turned out to be much harder to imagine something thats made out of other things like a pillow filled with feathers. To have the real feel of a pillow and not something that just looked like one he had to imagine every single feather in the pillow. Of course he only found that out after much trial and error but in the end after spending over a year on that one plain pillow he succeeded in keeping both, the pillow as well as the chair manifested. Of course he couldnt just let it be like this, how could he not upgrade the pillow more and more?

Like this the years passed until one day…

[Time until completation: 38:22:54:37]

„I CANT STAND THIS ANYMORE! What the hell is that?! I've been here for sixty years! Why am I even doing this?! Why do I have to bear with this for so long?" After all these years he started to feel despair agin, this loneliness that build up in his heart that he tried to supress by immersing himself in that never-ending cycle had at that time finally got the upper hand in him. And who could blame him? He was barly a kid when this all started and now he was imprisoned alone for six decades. As all this came up he started to think about what if he would have just said no? Would iz have been better to just die?

„No! I cant think like this! I need to avenge mother and father and if this is the price I have to pay for it. I'm more than willing to pay it!" he gritted his teeth while clenching his fists, even though he said it resolutely he could'nt really believe it himself as he still had a trace of doubt in his heart if all this was worth it, but as he thought of his parents the memories of his mother crying while being burnt surfaced in his mind and firmed his resolve again not leaving any room for doubts.

Similare scences happend a few more times but every time Lycaon endured it and the times between the doubts grew larger and larger until one day…..

[Assimilation with host completed]

[All devouring divine system is now fused with the the host]

[Good Luck becoming stronger]

After hundreds of years Lycaons mind was filled with a whole little house he created in his mind. *It looks like I'll finally be able to leave from this place* He couldnt help but grin knowing that this hellish time alone was finally over.

A white light enveloped his consciousness and erased all his thoughts as he slowly opened his eyes after a very very long time....