[More Than a Week Ago]
[Vancorg Tribe][Edwin’s and Jimmy’s Birthday][Midnight]***Jimmy was being carried strapped to a woman’s chest. Even as the woman ran from the unknown danger, she brushed his hair, all the while murmuring, “It’s going to be alright, Gav. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe.”A sudden force struck them, and Gav—or was he Jimmy, felt a burning pain in his head. The world spun around him. Jimmy could feel his mind slipping away. Something… shifted. Jimmy-Gav found himself sprawled on the ground, his head throbbing, barely conscious. A woman with blonde hair and red eyes placed a red spherical stone the size of a thumbnail in his chest and backed away.There was a flash of red and a roaring sound. Jimmy fell into the world of shearing pain as if thousands of burning needles were pressing against his skin—every part of his skin. The pain kept on rising and rising and rising. The sharp burning pain seeped into his sinew, his bones, and the marrow till it ripped his soul apart. He wanted to howl, to move, to do something—but nothing worked. Why must he suffer pain, so much pain? He Just wanted it to stop. Better death than such pain.Jimmy bolted upright in his bed, screaming. He threw the blankets away, gasping, hands on his chest. Sweat beaded in every inch of him, they slithered down his body like a cold reminder of his terrors. His heart hammered like thunder. That was one of the worst nightmares that haunted his life. It was so vivid, so real. Jimmy shivered. It had nothing to do with the icy wind of the night.Jimmy looked around, frantic, just to make sure he was in his room.Safe! His room was mostly empty. There was only a bed next to a window, a small closet, and a table, nothing more. Jimmy looked outside the window. The moon was still up, showering the world with its ambient purple light. The ever-present throbbing head and distant yet perpetual tone in his ears greeted him. It never went away. After all these years, Jimmy had become used to it. It still hurt like hell, though.
An emotionless, unfamiliar, mechanical voice sounded in Jimmy’s head.[Booting System]“Who is there?” Jimmy Jumped at the strange voice. Well, at least he tried to. Some unseen force rooted him into the place. He couldn’t even move his finger. He should be panicking, but something strange washed over him, soothing his emotions.[System Online.][System Error!][Error Code—E07-1134: Insufficient power supply! Shutting down most functions of the system.][Congratulations! You are now the host of the Blood Heart System.][Good luck with your advancement!][PS: Please do your best to survive! The creators sacrificed a lot to develop this system.][New Quests Available: Open the Quests menu for more details.]The voices in his mind stopped, and Jimmy gained back the freedom of his body. He flexed his shoulder just to make sure he could move again.A Red, transparent thing like a glass window appeared in front of his eyes, hovering in the air. Jimmy tried to touch the thing, but his hand went right through it. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he was unperturbed about it. He just couldn’t understand it. Jimmy read the writings in the glass thingy. They were the same information he had just heard.[Information: The window in front of the host is called a Screen. For more information, please think of the command ‘User Manual.’]Jimmy did so.The information on the screen in front of him changed. The first information was about how to use the system with simple thought commands. Then it went on about the detailed information on various menus and how to switch between them. It took Jimmy almost four hours just to understand everything. He knew there were seven menus; Profile, Inventory, Quests, Shop, Legacies, Notifications, and User Manual. He learned how to open and close the screen and switch between the menus—he just had to think about them with intent. The menus; Shop, Inventory, and Legacies were locked. He couldn’t open them.‘Why am I not affected? Why am I not freaking out?’[Information: The system is suppressing all the emotions related to Blood Heart System, to help the host cope with it.]“Oh!”Already forgetting about his questions, Jimmy willed the system to open his profile.[Name: Jimmy Wright][Race: Vampire Soul/Human Body (Quest Available)][Spirit: None][Spirit Ability: None][Soul Status: Damaged By 0.001% (Quest Available)][Greater Relm: Foundation][Lesser Relm: Ordinary (Not Advanced)][Relm Stage: None][Advancement Progress: 0/0 (Cannot Advance)][Core: Blood (Red)][Core Level: 5 (Max.)][HP: 7][Strength: 9][Agility: 15][Stamania: 5][Healing Factor: 1HP/Hour (Self)—1HP (Per minute)/1ml Blood][Drogen: Not Available (Requirements Not Met)]After skimming through his profile, Jimmy stitched to his quest menu.[Quest 1: Cultivate 3 ordinary level blood cores to heal the damage to your soul. Reward: 5 stamina points.][Quest 2: Cultivate 3 ordinary level blood cores to become a full vampire. Reward: 3 Strength points. (Complete Quest 1 to unlock the quest.)]After Jimmy read the second quest, a ding sounded in his mind. A third quest appeared on the screen. He also heard the quest.[Quest 3: An energy source has been detected. Travel east to reach the location of the energy source. Reward: 3 HP.]The first two quests were well enough, now that he and his brother were 15. His brother could hunt blood creatures and collect the blood cores for him. Jimmy wasn’t much of a fighter. Edwin had taught him how to use weapons, but he wasn’t confident in them. The third quest, however, was a death sentence. He would never survive outside the walls of the tribe. There was no way he could ever complete the third quest.Jimmy Couldn’t go back to sleep, now. It was almost dawn. So, Jimmy waited. After some time, a knock came at his door. The knock was rhythmic and gentle, but demanding.“It is time, Young Master.” That was Thom Smith, Jimmy’s blacksmith master, who had been training him for the past seven years.Jimmy opened the door. The deep brown and bald figure of his master greeted him. His master was a giant of a man with chiselled muscles in contrast to Jimmy, who was scrawny and sickly for a blacksmith. Something was preventing Jimmy from having a proper figure as a blacksmith, even after seven years of sweaty work in the smithy.After exchanging a few stuttering pleasantries with his master, Jimmy followed him to the smithy. A voice sounded in his mind even as he followed his master.[An energy source has been detected. Travel east to reach the location of the energy source. Reward: 3 HP.]It was the same notification of the third quest given by the system. Jimmy Ignored It.
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Scripting (Jimmy)
Jimmy listened to the elder, who taught them the properties of various metals. “This is Firesteel, this is Watersteel, this is Bloodsteel…” The elder got out seven metals and introduced them to the class. These were the best conductor of said Law and amplified their effect. The elder produced another seven metals and explained about each of them; Firebane, Spiritbane and Earthbane and so on. These were poor conductors of corresponding Laws—almost an insulator. These metals either diminished or nullified the effect of the corresponding Law. Jimmy learned much in his Blacksmith class. The identities of unique metals, their source, their properties—and how and what to forge with them. How to make an object of power? It was a simple process, impossible as it was to believe. First, forge a required item, take a beast core, and after that reach out with spiritual sense to the item through the core and push the power of the core to the item—the spiritual sense was the medium to such tran
Blood Moons (Rina)
Rina repeatedly tapped the table with her index finger. This was getting on her nerves. The man no older than her, who sat opposite her, inspected the inscription on the dagger she had carved, turning it round and round in his hands. Rina scoffed. As if he knew anything about the scripts. Scripting was The Most technical art of Drogen. “You have excellent calligraphy,” the man said.Rina snorted. “A fish that can’t swim is worthless.” “Point. Shall we test your handiwork? I hope they are as powerful as they are beautiful.”The scripter woman nodded. Finally! She would earn her keep and be rid of the man soon.The runes in the dagger glowed golden. The man flicked his wrist and the dagger cut through the air and struck the wall. There was little sound. Golden lines of runes flickered across the room. The dagger quivered for a second and dropped.Her pride swelled like a balloon. She had done a better job than she had believed. “To think the dagger activated the protection formation
Distant Threat (Chris)
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” Edwin asked on their way to class. “You had to visit a healer three times this week. Please tell me what is happening with you, maybe I can help.” “I am fine,” Chris said. A wave of nausea struck her. The world must hate her. Why did it have to happen now when she had just told Edwin she was fine? If the man hadn’t caught her, she would probably be bleeding from her nose right now.“Chris, can you stand by yourself?” The man looked ready to princess-carry her if need be–that she would not allow.Chris pushed herself out of Edwin’s arms and jumped up and down to show she was perfectly fine, thank you very much. She was, and anyone who said otherwise be damned. “See, I am fine.”“You weren’t, just a second ago. I think it best to go see a healer.”Chris caressed Edwin’s hand. She did her best to make her voice as soothing as possible. What she was about to say Edwin wouldn’t like. “You needn't worry about what’s happening to me. You know how we were
The Old Man in the Bed (Chris)
Only when Chris was well away from Linden and the arena did the consequences of what she had done dawn on her. What was she thinking dunking him in the water? If Linden had taken what she had done as offence and not as a joke, she would be howling in pain for who knew how long. Perhaps forever. She must have been mad. Why did she always let the anger get the best of her? She had to learn to control it better. ‘What’s done is done,’ she told herself firmly. ‘There is no point in fretting over it.’ Aside from her horrible mistake with Linden that could have ended up with her head on a pike, her days went smoothly—with only one sour note. It was, of course, Rina. Chris asked herself a thousandth time why she was sharing a room with her. The woman had no decency at all. None. Two nights a week, sometimes three nights, the woman brought a man to spend the night with. The partners she brought were sometimes young, sometimes old. The woman changed her partners like men changed their cloth
Icy Water (Chris-Linden)
Linden stopped laughing, gave her a lopsided glance, and struck. Chris brought her sword before it to intercept the attack. At the last second, Linden twisted his sword, and it landed on her wrist. She almost lost her grip on her sword. Still, she powered through the pain and kept her hold of it. Chris was just glad she hadn’t yelped in pain and had just winced. That would be beyond embarrassing. They exchanged dozens of blows, and with each blow, her anger spiked up a notch. Linden had thwacked her left and right—blows that would bruise. Yet, for the life of her, she couldn’t land a single hit. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t. Why should she be bruised and in pain, while the other man was grinning like a fool? She knew he wasn’t using vital technique or any form of Drogen. That would have left behind a residue that she would have undoubtedly seen, being a collector as she was. So, what was it he was doing? There had to be something. He can’t really see the future, can he? No, that w
Funny Shadows (Chris)
Chris watched as the heir strode towards them. The bare-chested man walked like any heir should, back straight, one hand resting on his sword hilt as if he were assuming a sword stance. He could have made any girl’s neck turn in his direction and made their heart flutter. Not hers. Her heart fluttered for someone else. Someone next to her, no less regal than the heir himself, standing there, hand poised on his sword hilt, ready to draw at a moment’s notice. The man she suspected to be Linden’s bodyguard. Tim, was it? He could do with an earful. Holding a sword at her throat like that. When her eyes shifted back to the bodyguard, her mouth went dry. Sweat glistened along his abs. She gulped. Her knees wanted to buckle. She wanted… ‘Heavens above, what am I thinking?’ She wanted to get into good graces with the heir. Not canoodle with his bodyguard. She wouldn’t mind doing it, though. It could be warming. Gods, she had always prided herself on having great control over her thoughts.
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