Arkan – Intuition VS System VS A.I

The mysterious baby

Arkan opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was blue.

'What the? Did I die again?'

He asked himself as he tried to move but could not. It was hard to move his head as he felt tired like he desperately needed to go back to sleep.

'Ok, I am tired of this utter world bull shit! Wait, if I died then that means I did not fulfill Oizys request.'

He did not know how to fill about that. He had made a deal with the old Guardian and that means he had given his word.

He did not know what to be sadder about. The fact that he had really reincarnated in another world and died just minutes after being born in it or the fact that he failed what Oizys had asked of him.

It was something strange. He did not know why he felt sad for not fulfilling his mission and then it hit him.

They had only met for a short while but Oizys felt much more like a father that he never had in that short space of time than anyone had in his life.

Then he remembered those eyes. The eyes of someone who was his biological father but that looked at him like he meant nothing. Even throwing him away like he was just garbage.

The fire returned to his soul and he made a promise that if he was dead, he would return to Eldian and kill that bastard. He told himself that he would find a way somehow, now that he knew Guardians exist.

'Is he one of them? The ones I was meant to hunt? Oizys said that one of them was in the kingdom I was going to be born in.'

He had a thought and that thought refused to live him. In some way, he wanted to justify paying a little more attention to killing the child killer father when he returned.

That was when his body and mind gave in and he fell back into deep sleep again. The terrifying part about this sleep was that his mind just went blank and he couldn't dream nor know that he was asleep.

"Oh, seems like he was coming too."

A voice sounded out in the blue space as footsteps come closer and closer to where Arkan was.

It was the hooded man still wearing his dark armor and hood. In this light, you would think that his armor was more of an assassin's type than one of who fought in close combat, looking more light than heavy

'This?'

He thought.

'This kind of exhaustion is almost like when you deplete all your mana reserves. But, he does not have any mana in his body, nor any that is entering him even in my cave. Infect it is staying away from his body.'

The hooded man thought. He was getting more and more intrigued by this newborn the more he spent time with him.

They were in a cave that was in the cliff's face but far from where he had killed the monster. Inside, it was spacious and full of monster materials that he had killed and collected through the years, together with a simple bed, a table, a chair, and in the corner some form of laboratory that had blue, red, yellow, and a black sinister potion brewing.

The first thing he did after processing the monster that he had killed and being disappointed that he had actually destroyed some of its claws in that one attack of his was to turn all of his attention to Arkan.

The first thing he did was to try to take his blood but what he witnessed made him question what kind of baby he had saved.

When he took Arkan's hand and tried to prick one of his fingers so to get some of his blood, his skin and flesh were already tough. Too tough for any newborn child should be.

He put more pressure but it seemed to stretch and then hardened in that one area for some reason, trying to negate the needle from piercing him.

"This is impossible."

He said something for the third time in a while that night.

He put more pressure, still trying to not put too much force so as to wound him and he finally pierced his skin. The blood came out and he collected it but when he came back from putting the vale in his lab, the wound had already closed.

This was becoming one of the weirdest days for him. He took Arkan's hand and looked at it closer and it was like he never pricked it.

He took the needle again and did the same thing but only this time observed the wound closely.

As soon as the finger was pricked it started to heal itself but at a slow pace. Since it was only a prick, it took seconds.

'This?'

He could not put what he wanted to say into words.

He grabbed his chair and set next to Arkan, looking at him like he was something that he had never seen before.

After an hour and endless thoughts of what all this could mean, his thought finally landed on when he was on his way to his hideout.

'The sea of dark clouds made it hard if not impossible for that old seeker to extend his power to this land, but his all-seeing eyes were always present. But, right after I saved this boy, that presence was gone.'

He thought.

'Have they stopped looking for me or did something happen to the old man?'

He asked himself as he took a knife from his waist then took the small beaker of blood and then walked towards a closed part of the wall.

After he reached it, he cut his hand and put it on the section of the wall. The stone parted way and revealed the outside that was still dark and eerie but having some sun rays making it through the dark clouds, signaling that it was morning.

'I still do not feel his presence anymore. This might be my chance.'

He thought as the stone behind him closed. He looked back and almost had a midlife crisis.

"What the fuck do I know about taking care of a baby?"

That was the fourth thing he said in a long time.