This part of the story is quite intense—the contrast between the protagonist's modern "gamer" thoughts and the brutal reality of his new life is very sharp.
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Though, I can understand Marie. If my maid put my son in danger just for the sake of… what, exactly? It's not like she was even feeding the ego of a little boy. She lied. God, it's even hard to think about. Maybe she just wanted to get fired?
Well, at the very least, I'll choose to think that for now. I simply don't have enough information.
"What are you brooding about?" my father, Arthur, asked. He was holding a leash attached to a massive, lanky monster that looked like a seven-foot-tall, gaunt human without genitals.
"Nothing," I said. I looked at my father and immediately let out a heavy sigh. "Running from a monster again?"
"Yes," Arthur replied.
I took my starting position. I waited for a signal, but nothing came. When I turned around, the creature was already charging at me. I thought I was finished. But then, it ran right past me. It was bolting forward. Wait, am I supposed to catch it? Is that the task? But when I turned back again, I saw my father tearing his clothes off.
The realization hit me instantly. His body looked like a Greek statue, his hair rose into the air, and a yellow, slightly golden light erupted from beneath his feet. I wasn't supposed to catch the monster. I was supposed to run from him.
My legs surged into a sprint, moving at an incredible speed. He had said a monster would be chasing me. Right, stay focused—his title is "The Monster of the North." Hilarious. Really.
I couldn't shake my father off; he was getting closer and closer, while that lanky creature grew smaller in the distance. I began to lag until my father struck me with an aerial whip. The right side of my back flared with sharp pain. I forced myself to move faster.
I am but a flower, reaching for the sun. I began to detach from reality. My legs moved mechanically while thoughts raced through my head.
Qin Di Shan, the protagonist of "Ashes." I need to cooperate with him. His goal is to teleport back to his world, Murim. Maybe we can help each other…
Pfft, ha ha ha! God, "cooperate"? With Di Shan? That guy is an infantile, self-absorbed, narcissistic psycho. He's obsessed with his friend, Urum Ni Singa. For God's sake, he committed genocide just to power up an artifact. I need to find another way to teleport to other worlds and then present it to him.
Why did I end up in "Ash and Spear"? Why not in "Placebo," "BQ Alex," or "Jonks"? At least there, I wouldn't be getting my ass kicked.
Suddenly, a wave of pain crashed into my chest and face. My legs gave out, and my body hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Before I could even process the fall, my father lashed me with a "Magic Whip" spell. My arms, which I used for protection, turned bright red and throbbed with pain.
Afterward, my father led the creature back to its pen. When I looked at the beast, I saw it was covered in scars. My father disappeared around a corner.
My hands were aching and beet-red. God, is this how he's dealing with the loss of Darius? Most likely. After losing Darius... wait, I'm talking as if he's already dead.
I needed water. I walked over to a bench and took a sip, but before I could take a second, my father rushed me.
"Hurry up. I want to teach you techniques," Arthur said.
Techniques? The Laocard Sword Styles? That's one of the best styles in the game. Destructive Power: A, Speed: A, Flexibility: B, Precision: C, Grotesqueness: A.
I quickly grabbed a sword from the rack against the wall.
"Not so fast," Arthur said. "You need to build your Sensory, Concentration, and Conversion stats."
I didn't think a sword style would require grinding those.
"Sensory is the very first thing everyone learns," Arthur Laocard stated.
"Do I need to meditate?" I asked.
My father smiled, and then a yellow-gold energy erupted from him.
AND HE WHIPPED MY BACK! He was forcing me to meditate through pain. To calm myself, I began to chant mantras. With my eyes closed, I had to catch at least a single drop of energy from the air.
"My body is a temple of stars. My mind is the water of Kir. My soul is biomancy, from millions of years of selection..."
WHIP.
Sparks flew from my back. My skin turned raw; a searing pain radiated across my spine. I chanted louder:
"My body is a temple of stars. My mind is the water of Kir. My soul is biomancy, f-from..."
WHIP.
A tear escaped my eye, soaking the bandage over my face. My back felt like it was on fire. My voice went hoarse, growing louder.
"My body is a temple of a star. My mind is water from Kir. My soul is bioma—"
WHIP.
This time, I couldn't hold it back. I broke down into sobs.
"MY BODY IS A TEMPLE! OF STARS! MY MIND IS WATER!"
WHIP.
"BODY... TEMPLE... water..."