Chapter 1: Sacrificial Lamb
I apologize for the incident last week. It was entirely my fault as I initiated the fight.
"Mr. Vincent, why did you do this?"
"I did it for the money. I wanted to blackmail Mr. Jacob and earn some cash. Please forgive me. Thank you."
"Wait, Vincent, we have more questions. Please answer them."
COMMENTS
"That son of a bitch dares to accuse my idol."
"I pity him. He thinks he can blackmail Jacob."
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I have endured severe beatings over the past few days.
Blood had clotted over my eyes, but I held onto a glimmer of hope that someone might save me. However, that hope faded after watching this interview.
My mistake was simple: I happened to be passing by when Jacob was angry.
Well, at least he doesn't need to beat me anymore. Perhaps now I can finally rest, maybe even in death.
I sit patiently in a chair, awaiting either my execution or possible freedom. I haven't done anything wrong. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't harm him. I wasn't the one who filmed or shared the video. Furthermore, he never bothered to inquire. Instead, he and his friends continuously beat me while this interview nonsense proceeds. They never bothered to ask me anything. Just utilize a clone; it's rather straightforward, isn't it?
CREAK!!!
"Hey, bro, do you think he's still alive?"
"He better be, because if he's dead, one of us will pay the price."
One of them places his hand on my chest.
"Looks like luck is on our side today. Bring me the health potion."
The potion tasted bitter, but I don't even have the strength to vomit. I feel warmth from within. Maybe these individuals will nurse me back to health and set me free. It hurts, but in 1-2 hours, I should recover.
Grrrrrrh!
I'm famished, but do they not understand that basic healing potions drain your energy? Or perhaps they want to experiment with new torture methods. It seems likely.
"Yes, sir, he's still alive. We can use him as a sacrifice for the Death Dungeon."
"Let's pack him up. His fate has been sealed."
Awwuch!
My entire body aches, but I'll manage. I don't see anyone nearby, indicating they have set me free. Alright, let's assess the situation.
Hmmm!
Let's review my status:
Name: Vincent
Age: 22
Aspect: Dream (F)
Skills: Experience sharing.
{ Possesses the unique ability to share experiences through dreams, immersing himself in the thoughts, emotions, and memories of others. This power grants him deep empathy and insights into their lives, but also poses the challenge of maintaining his own identity amidst the dreamscape.}
Rank: Intermediate
Soul Core: (25/500)
Flaw: Triumph
{Luck is your enemy, Labor is your friend}
Soul Artifacts: Baneful sword [Intermediate Rank 2]
NOTIFICATIONS
Portal Informatin
Location: Battlefield of Life and Death
Goal: Union of Two Jewels
Rating: 9-Star
Those bitches! Jacob, you filth... and so on.
What an intriguing method of execution: making them a sacrifice.
Alright, survival lesson number one:
Find food and shelter.
But how can I obtain those necessities in the middle of a desert?
Nightfall approaches, and the desert teems with predators. I must hurry.
Haaaaaahhhhhh!
I hear a sound emanating from a particular direction. Suicide or not, I'm headed that way.
Soon, I encounter a towering cactus standing tall amidst the night sky, silhouetted against the stars.
It dwarfs me, resembling an elephant peering down at an ant.
With some effort, I manage to climb the cactus, utilizing the thorns and my sword.
Using the sword, I create a perfect hole and hide within. Leaning against the cactus's skin, I eventually drift off to sleep.