04 Exe.// Aoide_System Bonds

[MISSION — The Basics 3]

Initiate bond with Aoide Guardian …

Difficulty: Highest Difficulty

[Reward - Aoide Guardian, Basic Chest]

'Bond? Aoide Guardian?' His head immediately swerved towards the purple creature just a few spaces away from him, staring.

"Are you an Aoide Guardian?" He couldn't help asking, feeling lost and confused about what to do.

Supposedly, this 'mission' was of the highest difficulty, but that couldn't be possible ... Well, perhaps it could be due to the pain he felt and then a flash and sound happened.

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[GUIDE]

Aoide Guardian - An Aoide Guardian helps and guide the host into a new transition into their second life, However, attempting to initiate a bond with the Guardian will cause extreme pain and a medium chance of immediate death to the host and must be attempted with caution. When one successfully initiate a connection to begin the bond, the Guardian will attempt to attack what is considered as most precious to the Host and will attempt to directly attack that and the host, one must stay unwavering when facing an Aoide Guardian to successfully trigger a bond.

He didn't know what to say after reading THAT.

He couldn't recall what was most precious to him ... He had neither friend nor lover that he would regard as precious.

He slowly pulled the interface down, glancing back at the little purple creature that even more ferociously lit its coat. The creature stared back at him and took a step forward towards him, passive but also an attempt to establish it's dominance he supposed.

He probably should have taken a step back, but if this mission was to bond with this supposed 'Aoide Guardian' then he wouldn't fail. This creature was the key to moving to the next stage, into his second life, to achieve his dreams of fame and fortune.

The creature bristled at the lack of reaction from his potential host. Rather, it had an image of what it had wanted their host to be— Tall, strong and confident— not Weak, feeble and unassertive.

Its Host remained, sturdy and calm. The creature felt a little admiration for the pathetic moral but he could still smell the fear that radiated from its host.

The little purple spark wouldn't let itself be used to be benefiting another that is unworthy of using it. Vicious snarls slipped— Sharp teeth gnashing as it's tail swirled with the flames rising to a new height, It would act as their Host's worst nightmares before it would even think of surrendering.

It lowered itself to the ground, the grass burning away as it met the purple flames on its coat— purple eyes that were lit and aflame with desire— and it extending itself in the air, forcing its weight on top of the Host in a pounce.

The atmosphere around him changed before he could recognize it. In a blink, the space he was in was replaced again, the creature that was leaping towards him was— Gone. He was back in the orphanage— looking down at his hands that were once more small and malnourished— where the abuse first started.

He felt the aftermath of the kick rather than the pain to his stomach from the force used. Looking up, He couldn't see anything, too dizzy after hitting the back of his head against the surface and shriveled up in pain, memories hit his head and constantly banged, wishing to prey on his mind.

"Haha! You're an idiot if you think you got something going for you! You had to be dropped here because you were stupid—"

He wasn't stupid. He wasn't born an idiot.

"—Your parents left you because they didn't like you! Who would like a loser anyway? I wouldn't like a loser—"

He didn't care of his parents, He knew none of what parents are like. He didn't care what other people thought of him. He didn't care about anything at all.

"—How dare you! You are a despicable child! Daring to attack another for harmlessly playing with you?! What is wrong with you! Leave—"

He did dare to attack. It was the first do or die moment in his pathetic life and he chose to strike first.

"—I told you what stupid people get if they don't listen to me ... Now look at what has happened, you are labeled a crazy child—"

He didn't care about the labels. He just wanted it to stop, anything, to stop it all.

"—What is that screeching! Oh ... it's you singing? It's awful like you wanted to murder people instead of being entertaining for them—"

He remembered that comment and stopped singing in public after that.

"—You should give up the hope of getting adopted. People were looking at your previous records and it seemed that record of assault was still there and—"

He supposed that this was the consequences of his actions, while others received none but instead flourished.

"—Look at what you had done! You broke the vase that was holding the flower that little, huh? Do you say it wasn't your fault? If it wasn't your fault then who was it! You think a ghost can do this much damage to my poor vase! Only you can do it with the stupid movement you call dancing—"

He had been spoken to by the Head-Mistress at the time, he had stopped dancing after that inside the orphanage.

"—The parents that were looking at adopting you had changed their mind—"

He wouldn't blame them rather it was just not meant for them to be with each other. He had no reaction.

"—We have repeatedly told you that you need to stop terrorizing the children! We don't want to leave mental abuse on a poor child with a future—"

"—You want to go out? Attempt a competition? Hah! That is the biggest joke I've heard besides those judges would be blind to pick you—"

He could feel his resolve breaking... Soon it just went crashing down and stopped breathing.

"—There is a rope that I kept specifically for you in my room. Hope it comes into use for you—"

He had contemplated, ongoing through his thoughts and using it to end it, but decided he was too weak to even attempt doing so.

"—Talent? You have none, now stop dreaming and bring yourself to the ground—"

Any light that was there was blackened, the wires connecting to a false hope snapped miserably without any hope of clinging to life.

"—There is no one in the world who would want a child like you—"

That's not true. Someone had to have wanted him. His parents would have ... right?

"—We've taken care of you from birth to now. You are of legal age, get out and leave."

He could still feel the shivers of pleasure that rolled down his spine when he could leave that place but ...

The whispers of his childhood followed him wherever even now where he thought he was stronger. He was lying to himself and keeping himself hidden within his made up facade, to feel a sense of control within his life that was unstable and out of balance.

He realized how much of life he had wasted by listening to what people had told him, obeying the society he was in.

He knew he needed to overcome this major aspect. He needed to be his own self without a limit. He wanted to reach for the stars in the sky, shoot for the moon, be someone that was envied and loved, be unattainable to the rest of the world.

That was his goal. To reach the top in whatever way he needed to. To be unbeatable and to be feared by all.

No more would he be pushed around by life. People. Obstacles.

He was the one who was going to push everything.