Year 297 of the Arkansas Imperial Calendar.
A significant event happened!
This event occurred in the guest room of the Marquis' mansion.
The second son of the Marquis whose recuperating from his severe wounds.
And also, the man responsible for many disgusting rumors, vile crimes and significant events that led to a chain reaction in the high society, particularly in the Arkansas Empire and other nations...
.....woke up from his long deep slumber.
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The man looked at the white ceiling in the unknown room, absentmindedly.
With a sea of confusion all around his mind.
"What...the fuck was happening?"
He said deeply, as he suddenly found himself in this place.
The thing is, he just woke up from his sleep a while ago, thus he can't comprehend what's really going on right now even to himself.
"I thought that I died, didn't I?"
He knows that he died, then how?
He wondered, looking at the possible scenarios of him coming back to life.
How is he here?
How is he alive?
How is he breathing?
He suffered and died due to his severe wounds after his last fight to the death in Avantheim. He also remembered the pain of his every wounds that he had before.
Also, he knows how humbly he embraced death when he was dying— knowing that he was following his loved ones to rest.
And he died, expecting that he would follow his comrades and loved ones to death.
Then, he suddenly finds himself in this place.
"Fuck! It seems like someone was playing me with this game of death!"
He felt this rising anger in his chest, but he swallowed it— anger in this situation will be nonsense because it will definitely lead him to irrational decisions so he chose to stay as rational as possible.
Moreover, he still doesn't know where the hell this place is.
"Is it Ethos? or some unknown variable that I didn't know of, made this?"
He didn't know nor had any idea of what was going on, he didn't have enough information.
And his mind was full of various reasons, speculations and many theories on why he was here while he continues to look at the ceiling.
For reference— the things in the guest room were; a fluffy bed that he's currently on, some soft pillows, a chair that looks like someone had recently sat on it, a monitor that tells someone his pulse and condition. And lastly, some juicy fruits in the round table beside him.
But he was yet, to be conscious of any of those things as he continued to look at the ceiling.
That's when he suddenly felt something when he was staring at the ceiling, he scrunched something with his hands.
It was this kind of material with a soft feeling on it, behind his back.
"Wait, it's something soft?"
It's so soft, comfortable and he felt that someone could lay on it, and rest for a while.
Is it a bed?
Then, he slowly turned his head and looked at it to know if his guess was true.
"It's.... a fucking bed, how?"
On his back was a soft white mattress that he's currently laying on comfortably.
He didn't even notice it due to how confused he was.
And...
"It's been a long time since I've seen a bed, a good fucking bed at that."
He always slept on some rough sheet, when the Universal War started.
And he missed these types of things.
Also, she might be happy if she was here with me right now, she might even cry when she sees this thing with me.
Immediately, tears threaten to leave his eyes.
And he really tried to hold back his tears— he really did but just like a dam that overflowed, tears immediately streamed in his face that wet his face; his nose, mouth and it tasted salty and the white bed he's currently lying in.
"What a fuck up fate it is, huh?"
It seems like some kind of force was playing with him— making him live again after all those shits that happened to him in the Universal War.
He's alive again yes, but he's already tired— he wants to rest with his comrades in death.
So he observed the room he's currently in.
He looked at the white-colored door, the white table with some juicy fruits on it, the white cabinet beside the bed, a chair which was strange as if someone was checking on him, some soft white pillows in bed.
And lastly, a monitor that was used by people checks on the condition and health of someone.
"Well, it's kind of weird that one of those things is here, am I kind of sick or in a death bed before I wake up?"
When suddenly...
"Shit! Argggghh! It... f-fucking hurts!"
He felt an immense pain in all parts of his body— as if he was someone who was beaten to death, and barely crawled up to live again.
He wondered deeply...
So that's why I had this monitor, huh? He felt that his body was hurt to the core.
Although he can walk and endure, it still fucking hurts a lot.
"Goddamnit, it's my first time to be alive again and the first thing that happened to me was something like this?"
He growls at his horrible fate, still feeling this intense pain in his body.
And when he observed his arm, he saw some marks— bruised on it.
"Did this body get beat up to the point of death?"
It's a blackened bruise, something that you will get if you mess with people that badly and get beat up to almost dying.
It seems like he has a lot of problems with other people, even if it's just his first day in this body.
Beating beaten to almost the point of death, and having this many bruises in the body— it seems like this body that he's occupying for the time being was that type of person that many people wants to die.
And when he tried to check his upper body.
He exclaimed, "This body was more fucked that I was expecting."
He gazed at the blackened bruise in all parts of his chest, in his abdomen to the legs, his lower torso, his shoulder blades— basically all parts of his body.
"This body was pretty fucked up, what a first day to be alive."
Well, he wants to die rather than to live like this again— suffering.
"If I just want to live like this, I might just as well kill myself again."
And that's when he noticed something on the white table with a bowl full of fresh fruits.
There's a fruit knife beside that white bowl.
He obtained the knife and readied himself to stab his chest, straight to heart, wanting to die again and rest.
"Argggghhh!"
With all of his strength and strong passion to die, even though he's weak.
He tried to swing the knife to stab himself straight to the chest.
That's when something incredible happened.
When he tried to stab himself, there was some kind of force that blocked the knife from reaching his chest.
He can't even move the knife even with all of this strength.
As he tried, and tried, and tried to kill himself, wanting to die in this life of pain and smile with his comrades again.
Something flickered in his eyes.
A message of some sort in a panel.
"I remembered this thing, it was the last thing I saw before I died."
This panel of some sort.
[Caution! You can't kill or hurt yourself, Keizen.]
An emotionless girl's voice suddenly sounded from this panel that appeared in front of his face.
Huh? I can't kill myself?
[That's until the System was completely updated.]
Ahhh, that's why there's some kind of force preventing me from doing it huh, is it you?
"Fuck, I want to do it though", he scowled looking at the panel.
But he ignored it for now, and tried again and failed again to the point of exhaustion.
Well, this panel suddenly showed him something that made him stop trying to kill himself.
[System Updating...]
[10% out of 100%]
"10% out of 100%, huh?"
If this thing saying was true, then he can't kill himself until this updates to 100%.
And he also wondered what would happen if this percentage proceeded to 100%.
He looked at the panel that he saw right before he died.
He felt pretty suspicious of what he was currently seeing.
"Did you follow me even in my death?"
He asked but no one answered.
So he tried to inspect the thing in front of him, clicked it to react and tried to stab it but the knife just stabbed nothing— it passed through.
"This thing was pretty unknown to me, and I can't kill myself right now."
As he added, "If I can't kill myself, I might as well just live this life for the time being, I guess?"
He wondered how to live a life full of shit like this on the first day but does he have a choice?
None, so he will just live for the sake of dying again.
And something comes into his mind too.
"I need information about myself, and this world that I'm in. And if there's a similarity between this world and my world before."
He made up his mind for now and that's to gather information about this place that he woke up in.
For the sake of dying, for the sake of resting.
He wants to know more about what he's dealing with, and this world.