Status

In the dimly lit embrace of a cave near the village of Moonbright, the flickering glow of a solitary figure's meditation stance cast eerie shadows on the walls. That figure was me, Mu Chen, my once vibrant spirit tarnished by the curse that had befallen me. The endless torment had forged a connection between pain and solace, a twisted bond that I now found refuge in.

"After a couple of months of enduring the pain, it seems that the curse is now somewhat bearable,"

I murmured to myself, a sense of relief threading through my words like a fragile lifeline. The burden of agony, though still present, had begun to loosen its grip, allowing my mind to surface from the depths of despair.

Eight months had passed since the curse branded me with its malevolence. Seeking solace and a sanctuary from the merciless grip of my affliction, I had retreated to this secluded cave, where the dimness matched the somber hues that had seeped into my heart.

Meditation became both my refuge and weapon, a means to confront and conquer the torment that had become an unwelcome companion. Each breath carried with it a semblance of control over the pain, a fragile thread of defiance woven through the chaotic tapestry of my existence. Through meditation, I steeled my mind, transforming it into a fortress that could withstand the onslaught of the curse's malevolence.

The curse had granted me skills, a bitter twist of irony in the face of the suffering it inflicted. My mind flickered with awareness as I whispered, "Status," a word known by all that brought forth a virtual reflection of my existence.

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Name: Mu Chen

Race: Human

Age: 22

Division: 1

Level: 6

Innate Skills: Sixth Sense, Sword Affinity

Acquired Skills: Inspect, Herbalism, Cooking, Hunting, Pain Resistance, Satiety

Curse: Eternity

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The status panel in front of me has taken an unfamiliar change. It was from the manifestation of my transformation, a testament to the curse's power. My innate skills were the abilities that I was born with, or skills that were deeply-rooted within me.

[Sixth Sense]

> User has an additional sense for danger and opportunity.

[Sword Affinity]

> User is born to wield the sword.

The acquired skills were a testament to my adaptation, they were the skills that I've learned throughout my life.

[Inspect] (LVL5)

> Allows the user to see basic details of a target.

> Only works if target is not more than 5 levels above the user.

> Can be rendered ineffective by anti-detection skills.

[Herbalism] (LVL3)

> User has a good comprehension of plant life.

[Cooking] (LVL3)

> User has a good comprehension of the culinary arts.

[Hunting] (LVL4)

> User has good experience in hunting wild life.

[Pain Resistance] (LVL9)

> User has built up a tremendous resistance to pain.

[Satiety] (LVL7)

> User has built up an immense resistance to hunger.

Herbalism, Cooking, and Hunting, skills rooted in survival, each a reaction to the daily challenges of existence. Pain Resistance was both a grim reminder, a reflection of my struggle. Satiety was a result of me not having anything to eat for the past months.

Yet the most profound reminder of my fate lay in that final line, the curse: Eternity.

[Eternity]

- User has an infinite lifespan, subjected to an eternal loneliness.

- User has an undying body, subjected to an eternal torment.

As I read those words, a chill settled in my heart. The curse's grasp had tightened, its malevolent fingers delving deeper into the fibers of my being. The loneliness of eternity, a bleak truth that mirrored the desolation of my existence, now had words to define it. And the torment, the unceasing agony that had become the rhythm of my life, was etched into the curse's description like an eternal echo of my suffering.

With a mixture of defiance and resignation, I closed my eyes, allowing the cave's shadows to embrace me once more. The pain was still there, a symphony of torment that reverberated through my very soul. But in the midst of that maelstrom, there was a spark, the ember of my resolve, a fire that refused to be extinguished. As I sat in meditation, I vowed to nurture that spark, to transform it into a beacon of unwavering determina-

Growl~~

"..."

"I guess I better go and find something to eat first."