12 CH11:G:Side-Character Or Protagonist?

"It's wrong to say this to my peers, but I believe that their theory of the origin of the blood status is incorrect, my assumption, is that the blood status has a deeper meaning to why it exists. I believe that the blood status is not of this world. I just need to prove it." Journal Entry #112 Radolf Altmata.

Raicer hesitantly opens the door to their family home, he is 14 years of age. He hears sobbing upstairs as he vacantly ganders around the empty living room filled with barely any furniture they haven't sold yet. Their father spent most of his wages and then some, to try to get medical help for their sick mother. It was the Reclian Plague.

A hard cough pierces his hesitancy, Raicer holds his breath as he began his daunting steps upward to his mother's room, where the family gathers. The door is opened slightly to the seen of his father slumping down on a chair, with his hands over his bearded face. His father tries to look strong in front of his children, but Raicer could tell, he was crumbling inside, bit by bit.

"Mama, please… don't go, papa, and bro need you to stay, I need you to stay."

Raicer hears his brother's 8-year-old desperate yearning, the voice crushes inside of him, knowing that his mother will not be in this world any longer. Raicer opens the door further to the scene of a doctor holding his brother back away from their mother lying form who was covered in white sheets. The wrinkle old town doctor ganders at the commotion of the door creaking open, he then turns away back to their mother.

"Don't worry my green, papa and blue will always be with you." Their mother says. Mother always called them blue and green, because of their eye colors, it was their treasure nickname their mother gave them, and it was only for her.

"Mother…" Raicer calls, his mother barely hears him. Raicer approaches the bed, not touching it or her which the doctor strictly instructed in case they did not catch the plague as well. He stood there with his brother, they both look at their mother's thin form, empty cheeks, and pale eyes. They felt shattered at the visage of their mother.

"Blue, look after green, will you do that for me. Never let him leave your side, and never leave him. I truly-" Mother coughs out a spattering of blood, as she tries to continue her final goodbye.

Raicer held his Gully so his little brother would not run and hug his mother for the last time. Raicer's fist clench at the idea of not touching and holding his mother ever again. The rage built inside him fueled his resolve in the world, that the world is unfair.

"I truly love you boys, even you, husband." She smiles with a glimmer of mirth on her pale green eyes. Their father stands beside his kids, holding onto them as well.

"I am sorry, my heart." Her husband said to her as her eyes began to fade.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, her hand sprang out clutching Raicer's hand.

"Wake up! Are you daydreaming again?"

Gulcasa eyes flutter open, he stumbles slightly from his walking daydream. Surprise that he was here and not at his home with his brother, father, and his mother… He tries not to bulge in tears from witnessing his mother's death again. The memory of it was not the same as he remembers, but he surmises it was the imagined perspective of his brother, Raicer.

Gulcasa has been dragging his feet for awhile now, after 5 miles of constant running through the night cold and the daytime heat. He really did feel exhausted. He may have an amazing constitution, but his body lacks any recent sustenance if he wants to continue his impromptu escape of the army. He is now officially considered a deserter, he surmises.

Gulcasa grumbles a curse, he looks back at the event that leads him to this path, he struck three superior officers, one of them being a colonel. It does not escape their pursuit, he would most likely get imprisoned and later summerly executed by firing squad, but most likely instead, get a noose around his neck.

"Don't mix up your dreams with reality."

Gulcasa nearly trips at his brother's words. His face alters from shock to hope. He ganders around the forest trek he was grudgingly walking upon, forest shrubs and thin pine trees were all he could notice.

"Rai? Is that you."

"I told you Gully, don't mix up your dreams with…" A gust of wind was all it ended with, Gulcasa still grasping around for any sight of his brother's smirk in the empty forest. His newfound hope dwindled, as the realization that his brother wasn't here, it was most likely his mind, playing tricks on him again. He curses out a word, kicking a small buried rock on the footpath, he kicks, and hold out a yell. The rock did not budge, but his toes felt like they did.

Gulcasa cursing himself away from the dastardly rock hurried past it and continued his long walk away from supposed pursuit.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here boys?" A nonchalance voice calls out from the forest to the right of him. Gulcasa stops and turns to the direction of the voice, a black hair man, in his late 20s with a neat stubble growing on his jaw, his eyes were black pits.

"Who are you?" Gulcasa hesitantly inquires. A round object touches his back, a gruff man behind whispers in his ears.

"Your new friends."

'Ah, shit.' Gulcasa groans out a thought. He turns his head slightly glancing a peek at the heavily built man behind him holding a blunderbuss to his back.

Gulcasa curses himself for getting distracted by the voice in his head and the first man who called out.

"Look at this one, the boy is practically half-naked and in iron shackles. Pretty much a hand delivered gift just for us." The neat stubble man says with festive amusement.

"He looks rather tough, wonders what got him in those shackles, aye Phillip?" The big man behind says.

"Who knows, but keep that on his back. He looks like dem heroic sort, aye?" The stubble man notion.

"Come on out Jack, get the other here too." The stubble man shouts while he walks down out from the shrubs and forest, into the muddy footpath. Another man follows by with another captive, Gulcasa surmise, as the other man pull a rope tied to a boy similar age to him. Gulcasa stumble back slightly, leaning on the blunderbuss.

"Hey watch it." The heavy built man snarls behind him. The cause of Gulcasa stumble was the captive boy's appearance. The boy had golden blonde hair like gold at midday, he also had startling defined handsome features, as if the boy was a noble, not by name, but by appearance. But the most exotic feature the boy had was his gold irises on his eyes.

"Yeah, never seen the likes of it too." The stubble man surmises, glimpsing Gulcasa's reaction.

"Shame the boy is a loon, said he comes from the stars, such rubbish. He also sure loves to talk a lot." The slim man dragging the boy by the rope scowls out. The man pulls the rope lurching the boy to follow, the boy nearly staggers from the motion then grudgingly follows by.

"Yeah, once we find that out, we don't have to be snatching deserters and random folks round here. We have more expensive merchandise to sell."

The boy swivels his head to glare at everyone on his line of sight, his glare lesson after glimpsing Gulcasa's captive form.

"Names Will, but call me Robin." The boy introduces himself to Gulcasa as they walk together to the destination they were prodded to.

"Wha?" Gulcasa confusing replies. The boy shrugs nonchalantly at his reaction.

"What your name native?"

"Native?" Gulcasa eyes cross, still confused. Why is he calling him native, this boy is strange, he thought.

"My name is Gulcasa…" He says, still confused to what to call him, and if he insulted him by calling him native.

"Cool name. Not better than mine, of course, but still good enough to get you solid marks with the ladies." Will nods to himself as they were prodded into a new footpath in the forest.

"What's so refreshing about my name?" Gulcasa confusingly questions.

"The boy is confusing like that." The gruff man scowls, following behind Gulcasa with a blunderbuss.

"I told you guys, I am from a galaxy far far away. The force is strong within me." The odd boy will say unflinchingly. Gulcasa glances at will, he sees the mirth in his eyes. It's as if, he was telling jokes that no one could ever understand except him. 'Is he insane?'

"For thy mother's sake." The stubble man cursed as he kicks a long branch twig he nearly trip by.

"The camp is not far." The slim man said with edging relief.

Past the shrubs and a thick set of trees, a small camp location recently inhabited is spotted by the group.

"Tie a rope around them on that tree, make sure it isn't too tight, I don't want the merchandise to suffer any injuries when we reach the slavers, or they will dock us on pay." The gruff man and the slim man both manhandled both Gulcasa and Will, tying a rope around them and the tree.

"Those scumbags." The gruff man growls out.

"Speak for yourselves," Will says sarcastically.

The slim man slaps the boy to quiet, then continues his work on securing the rope. After the two men were done, they both left them. The two men head to the starting fire in the center of the campsite where the stubble man sat.

"Yo, Gulcasa." Will whispers to him from his side.

"What?" Gulcasa murmur.

"Where do you work out?"

"What?"

"You have huge muscles." Will whimsically says.

"How old are you boy?" Gulcasa gruffly says, annoyed of the boy's demeanor.

"I am ye sixteen summers henceforth, young chap." Will playfully drolls. 'What's up with this kid?'

"My bad, Gully. I was just trying to lighten the mood aye?"

"Don't call me Gully." Gulcasa hotly says. He's left arm twitch to his rage, building from the nonchalance of this boy attitude.

"My bad, hit a sour spot aye?"

"Don't talk to me." Gulcasa bitterly says, sick of the boy's nonsense.

"Don't worry boys, when we reach the slavers, we will part way, you with the lesser of the bargain." The stubble man shouts out, then he chumps down his teeth on a sizzled rabbit leg. The men around stubble, all chortle out a laugh. Gulcasa holds down a curse, no point antagonizing them now.

Gulcasa ganders down at his person, the rope that is wrapped securely around Will and him onto the tree they are leaning on. He can most likely break through the rope that is holding him if he allocates his stats into strength, but he would need to allocate a large number of his points into his strength to break through the iron shackles that tying his hands together. Unless... he stretches and strains the iron shackles with an estimated amount of strength. He needs to judge a reasonable amount, for this experiment to work.

'Blood status…'

{User: ⊪ ⊫ ⊯ ⋥ 001… Host Corruption}

{Class Rank: ⊪ ⊫ ⊯ ⋥ 001}

{Strength: 20+}

{Constitution: 46+}

{Dexterity: 20 +}

{Intelligence: 15 +}

{Perception: 20+}

{Stat Points: 0 +}

Gulcasa reasons, taking down his constitution and adding them to strength would be optimal for this situation.

{Strength: 46+}

Gulcasa muscles tenses to red as they bulge out more from his person. He's left arm twitches mightily, it has to react to his strength allocation. Gulcasa's body began to expand like before, but this time twice as much. His muscles are all tensed up, ready to burst out from his writhing flesh.

Will looks upon Gulcasa in utter disbelief. Gulcasa hopes Will don't call out the others onto his attention. The bulging muscles halt expanding, he felt heavier than before and twice as hungry as he is.

"What are you doing?" Will says in utter disbelief, and Gulcasa began to stretch his hands apart, stretching the iron shackles. Gulcasa replies to the flabbergasted boy with silence, as he concentrates silences to his work.