**Shit**
In an abandoned warehouse, even by the gaze of God, stands a malnourished child with sucked cheeks and greasy hair. This child is in a meditative pose.
"Well, this sucks, I don't feel anything even though I've been there for like 10 minutes."
[That's pretty obvious, teacher. Cultivation requires deep concentration where you have to integrate the essence of the world into your body and enhance your cells with that energy, which takes hours to cultivate a few molecules and, of course, you're not a native].
"And you, what the hell are you for if you are useless?"
[Master, I remind you that I am not your slave, but it is a symbiotic relationship. Besides, I was born with my power, and in something else, I can only guide your body and give you information with your own soul. I can't go around giving you manipulation of the universe when you don't even have enough energy to cultivate yourself].
"So how did you give me the status ability and how are you going to give me the rewards of the main system and all that?"
[Master, the skills, bloodlines, consumes my chaotic energy and that's why I go into a resting state if it's a powerful skill. Besides, that skill you have can't even look at the state of someone above 25 levels above you, so it doesn't consume anything].
"You'd better shut up and let me concentrate."
After an endless amount of time, Alqatil realized something: he felt nothing at all; even his body started to go numb from being in that pose.
In an abandoned warehouse, unseen by the gaze of God, stands a malnourished child with sunken cheeks and greasy hair. This child is in a meditative pose.
"Well, this sucks, I don't feel anything even though I've been there for like 10 minutes."
[That's pretty obvious, teacher. Cultivation requires deep concentration where you have to integrate the essence of the world into your body and enhance your cells with that energy, which takes hours to cultivate a few molecules, and of course, you're not a native].
"And you, what the hell are you for if you are useless?"
[Master, I remind you that I am not your slave, but it is a symbiotic relationship. Besides, I was born with my power, and in something else, I can only guide your body and give you information with your own soul. I can't go around giving you manipulation of the universe when you don't even have enough energy to cultivate yourself].
"So how did you give me the status ability and how are you going to give me the rewards of the main system and all that?"
[Master, the skills, bloodlines, consumes my chaotic energy and that's why I go into a resting state if it's a powerful skill. Besides, that skill you have can't even look at the state of someone above 25 levels above you, so it doesn't consume anything].
"You'd better shut up and let me concentrate."
After an endless amount of time, Alqatil realized something: he felt nothing at all; even his body started to go numb from being in that pose.
"System, this cultivation thing is a pyramid scam, I haven't felt anything yet."
[Master, you really have no patience. It takes normal cultivators weeks, months, years even to break through and you expect a few minutes to be enough. You disappoint me]
"Wait, wait, a few minutes you say? It's been like days."
[That only happens to you, master. When a soul comes into its own, it requires energy, so the body starts to suspend functions or slow them down, and the heart and brain are the same, so obviously you will feel that a lot of time has passed, but only seconds have passed].
"O I see, so what do I do?"
[Cultivate.]
"I hate you."
Thus, time continued to pass for this boy who, in order to reach his goal, sacrificed his body to achieve it.
[Host, you are reliving your first main mission. I hope you are happy.]
**Main Mission 1**
**Name:**
Compilation.
**Explanation:**
The system has gathered enough information to create a cultivation technique, but the system must solidify its knowledge of the human body.
**Objective:**
Kill 8 humans and dissect them into different parts, such as bones and organs. The age ranges are children, teenagers, adults, old people, each of different gender.
**Reward:**
Elemental Gathering cultivation technique.
**Punishment:**
No technique is given as there is not enough information.
**Time:**
Undefined. Indefinite.
"System, what is this? It's one thing to kill with your power, but it's another to get your hands dirty and dissect them?"
[Host, there are different types of villains, and you chose this path. You completed the mission, didn't you?]
"Fine. But I'm not going to perform that."
[Host, it's your choice, but the mission is open-ended. Wouldn't it be better to postpone it?]
"All right."
And so the quiet days passed, hungry and battered but alive in the end. But what I didn't expect was that snowflakes would start to fall because winter was coming, and for others, this is danger for all that can happen, but they had a home. A street kid, no. This child had to find a way to survive and was hiding in the unprofessional sewers, full of dirt, rats, mold, and strange things.
"Life is unfair," he thought while eating unfamiliar mushrooms.
"As I walk down the street, I hear laughter, joy, and singing. I am here eating mushrooms, living in pestilence, and even begging those happy people who don't even turn around or greet me with blows. Life is cruel."
[Master, remember that you have an active mission.]
"Finally, you showed up. And all you come to say is to kill people. You are trash."
[More trash is someone who lives like trash, eats trash, and surrounds himself with more trash.]
"I KNOW, you think I don't know?"
"I'm a kid who lost his mother, his father threw him away, he's been despised by others, and is so useless he can't even farm," the boy cried. "I AM A COWARD, so what? I didn't choose this life."
...
...
...
[Then stop being a coward.]
Another month passed and the child, already dehydrated, malnourished, sick and possibly with unimaginable things, fell.
nimaginable things, fell.
"Love, love, love, love, I'm coming home, wait for me, ha ha ha." A very happy drunk was walking down the cold street when he heard a growl and saw a shadow in an alley.
"What is this, a beast? No, wait, that's a boy. wait, he looks malnourished and weak? ha ha ha, it's been a while since I've had sex, let's enjoy this treat."
A man was slowly approaching the child with a smile.
"Kid, didn't you want some candy, I can get you some." The man, with his smile, looked at the boy.
"Yes, sir, could I have some candy?" The boy, his lips cut by the cold, his body shivering and his voice raspy, spoke.
"Shit, I'm illiterate. Right now I know the language and understand it, but speaking it sucks."
"Kid, you look hungry, follow me."
"Well, a drunk, this will be easy." As he pulled a piece of glass out of his pants.
"Well, sir."
"Well, well, ha."
As the night buzzed, the boy came up behind the man and, with a leap, plunged the glass into his carotid artery. The man, realizing this, was frightened, but his fear turned to anger.
"Damn you, how dare you?" with his rage exploding and his adrenaline at its peak, he felt no pain.
Instead, the boy, who suffered injuries from the fall alone, was frightened and began a bestial beating where, as he finished, the man could be seen lying down, breathing hard but conscious, while looking at the glass on the floor, as the boy ripped it out of him and
was bleeding to death."
"At least that bastard will die with me," he said as he referred to the being lying on the ground, curled up.
'Pain, pain, pain...', the echo of his suffering resounded in the solitude of the place.
'I'm going to die here after all my suffering; life is not fair,' he thought as tears ran down what appeared to be his eyes, for his body was no longer human.
His body had become a red mass of flesh; his bones could barely support the weight of the snow. He was twisted in different directions, with some organs exposed, a reminder that his body had gone through conditions of dehydration, hypothermia, starvation and much more.
The man took his last breath, and the boy was about to take his.
[Congratulations, host. A secondary mission has been activated that comes from your deepest thoughts.
**Secondary mission 1.
**Name:**
Survive
**Explanation:**
The host wishes to survive his inevitable death, so a mission has been activated.
**Objective:**
The host must kill whoever put him in that state in the first place.
**Rewards:**
The body is healed in its entirety.
**Punishment:**
Death.
**Time:**
2 seconds.
*Note:**.
As the system is very low level, this action will consume a lot of energy, so the system will enter reuse time.
**Reuse time:**
1 week.
*Note:**
Until that time, all missions are suspended].
[Congratulations, host. You have completed your first side mission, so your reward will be awarded.
Secondary Mission 1 (Completed):**
**Reward:**
The body will be healed]
In a magical event, Alqatil's entire body was healed: his bones regained their youth, his flesh was rejuvenated, his organs moved quickly again, and his brain was activated.
'I survived,' Alqatil thought before falling asleep.
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