1 Is He Useless

"I...is...is he dead?"

A voice filled with distress and uneasiness stuttered, looking at the body of a young boy laying on the ground, not moving.

'Is this how I'm going to die?...Finally!'

Damien thought to himself as he slowly felt his consciousness leaving his body, he always knew that one day these bastards would get carried away with their beatings and get him killed.

"Fuck!...Brett you weren't meant to fucking kill him."

Another one around the same age as all the boys present said in a terrified voice, pointing at the supposed Brett who was staring at the body on the floor.

'I didn't even get to taste pork cutlet again.'

Damien thought to himself, thinking of the beautiful delicacy that once filled his taste buds with nothing but pure bliss, keyword here is 'once'.

Sigh...

Letting out a deep sigh in his slowly drifting mind, he remembered the days when he could eat as many servings of pork a day, not even caring how much it cost, as his parents were the ones that provided it for him whenever he asked.

But that was a long time ago.

"I...I...didn't...NO!! ..it was you...how was I meant to know he would die if I added a bit more strength than usual!!!" The boy supposedly named Brett yelled, sweating buckets thinking of the repracautions of his actions.

Even in the face of death, Damien didn't think of his now late parents or how he didn't have the opportunity to make those greedy bastards that killed his parents and tossed him away for being useless, all so they could take over the clan, pay for their misdeeds.

Neither was he angry about all the humiliation he suffered as he worked from store to store, getting fired for dumb reasons like sleeping while on duty or sleeping while serving customers or even sleeping while moving crates.

Nor did he regret never joining the Southern Dominions Saint Academy, and becoming a useful...– scratch that... rich and famous member of society, slaying beasts and monsters, and capturing the demon contracted.

No, he was too powerless to care.

One thing about this world is that you don't have the right to be angry or seek revenge if you were weak, be it mentally, physically, emotionally–hell even spiritually, you can't seek revenge.

Even despising the persons existence is a pleasure only people with a bit of hope to reach a reasonable point in life have.

He on the other hand was just simply too powerless or maybe he was too lazy, he really didn't know, all he knew was that he hated the stress.

To Damien, dying was probably the best gift he had gotten since his parents death, although he would have preferred a bowl of pork instead, he really didn't mind dying.

'Finally I don't have to wake up early in the morning to go to work.'

Damien thought with a yawn.

"Calm down, calm down, if we play our cards right we might be able to get away with this." The last boy said, who was impressively calm considering the situation.

"You guys already know he has no backing, his clan dumped his useless ass after they wasted his parents" he continued with a sinister grin.

"Let's just bury his body and cover our tracks, simple."

Unlike his pairs, Damien was a rather special child, special in the case that, he was so useless to the clan that all he did was eat, sleep and sleep some more, his laziness was so deep rooted that when he was born they thought he was dead because he wasn't breathing or rather he saw breathing as stressful so he decided to stop, so they spanked the shit out of his ass to make use of his lungs.

Right now Damien was very happy that he was finally about to die, albeit painfully, he really didn't have much to regret except the fact that he didn't get to eat his favourite meal one last time before he died.

As his body was slowly being lowered into the makeshift grave, he started getting excited, looking forward to having that eternal rest everyone's been talking about, he slowly felt his soul being enveloped by the dark and peaceful hands of death, pulling him into an endless abyss.

Until he heard a voice resounding in his head.

'How would you like to have a second chance at life and have revenge on those bastards that treated you lik––'

"No thanks, I'm good" Damien quickly interrupted the voice before it even finished its sentence.

"You're good?...I'm giving you a second chance at life, something most mortals would kill for and you're saying "YOU'RE GOOD!!"

'Are you an idiot? or has the shock from those boys beating your sorry ass made you brain dead?!!!!.'

The voice shouted full of shock, as it was blatantly refused before it even finished its sentence.

Thinking quickly the voice thought of another offer that would 'for sure' entice the idiot.

"Ohh perhaps it's a lady you have your eyes se–"

"Sorry not interested." Yet again the voice was interrupted and his request was ignored.

Feeling insulted the voice continued to persist with different offers like money, fame, even offering an opportunity to bring his parents back, and his reply was.

"They are probably having a nice slumber, It'd be rude of me to wake them up" Damien said yawning in the end.

"And if you don't mind could you keep quiet? , someone is trying to rest in peace here ." Damien said in a tone filled with annoyance.

"Honestly why did I have to get such annoying neighbors" Damien mumbled to himself

The voice was speechless. Never in its years of existence has it ever seen someone as stubborn and idiotic as this mortal, it had tried all sorts of offers but it was refused.

Not only were his offers being ignored, it seemed like he was a nuisance to the boy, as he was treated like he was disturbing the idiot from sleeping.

'If I had the strength do you think I'd be here begging your lazy ass?'

The voice cursed inwardly, feeling it's existence slowly get weaker, it then steeled its resolve before betting his very existence on this last play.

'If nothing seems to excite that thick head of yours I'll just see what's inside' the voice said putting its last bit of strength into entering Damien's mind.

Once it was in, it browsed through Damien's head like a file cabinet, a rather empty one at that, till he found the section labelled 'Desires'. It soon had a sinister smile creeping on it's face upon finding it, it quickly opened it, and inside was a single file, having an ominous feeling, it opened the file.

It was then sucked into it, appearing inside the file and what it saw truly shocked it.

A golden pedestal surrounded by gold plated floors and walls made of marble, stone sculptures of what seemed to be roasted pigs lined up leading to the pedestal.

It walked over to the pedestal gulping as it slowly approached the platform, it then peeked over the pedestal to find a bowl filled to brim with what looked to be..... PORK CUTLET?.

'WHAT THE FUCK!!!!'

The voice shouted as its existence stiffened almost like it had received a stroke.

The shock the voice received was so great that it was forced out of Damien's head, it then proceeded to look at Damien's soul represention with a dumbfounded face.

'This idiot!' seemingly lost for words, it didn't take long for the voice to feel its existence fading due to the draw back of the skill it used.

It quickly turned to look at Damien's soul as it said.

'If you accept me you will recieve an opportunity to not only taste once, but continuously devour bowls and bowls of pork till they are extinct'.

The voice said feeling the stupidity of every word, as it regretted saying such idiotic things, never in it's years did it ever think it would make a deal using PORK.

After a brief moment of silence, Damien's voice resounded in the space.

"What do I have to do?" With regained vigor and determination in his voice Damien urged the voice.

Surprised, the voice stuttered 'J–just say you accept me and I'll take care of the rest."

Without wasting another breath, Damien quickly yelled.

"I ACCEPT!!!"

The voice not wasting anytime merged itself with Damien's consciousness.

What followed after was a bright burst of light.

And after that, a chilling scream that reached the whole forest, as a small and suspicious area of freshly dug dirt shook violently.

Clawing and digging at the earth around him Damien quickly dug until he could feel the world above, he quickly pulled himself up.

Damien came out of the grave, breathing and panting heavily, his eyes still closed and his body still shaking violently, as he felt his muscle tear and rebuild, and his bones break and reform.

Once he opened his eyes, He was met with a notification floating in the air in front of him.

He sat up and tried to make sense of what was in front of him.

<<< Congratulations! >>>

<<< You have received the Divine System >>>

Name: Damien Hunter

Race: Demi-Divine

"What the...?"

Before he could completely register what he was seeing, he felt his head hit the ground as he slowly lost consciousness.