The Outcast God System: Rise of the Cursed Heir

Contract at the Bottom of Hell

It no longer felt like empty space. To him, it felt like a thick liquid trying to force its way into his shattered lungs. The wind howled in his ears, carrying countless whispers of death. He was falling, and every passing second felt like an eternity.

Boom!

The impact was indescribable. His body hit the bottom of the abyss with a force that should have turned his bones to dust. He heard a horrific cracking sound a sound coming from within himself. His legs were broken, his ribs pierced his lungs, and his spine shifted.

"Cough!"

Black blood spurted from his mouth, staining the cold, foul-smelling ground. His vision blurred, obscured by a thick layer of red. He should have been dead. Logically, no human could survive a fall of thousands of meters with a body already broken beforehand.

Yet, in the gaps of his fading consciousness, he saw it. Rows of dark purple text floated before his eyes, as if etched directly onto his retinas.

Warning: Body damage reached 98%.

Initiating Emergency Procedure: Pain Conversion Engine.

"A voice... what is that?" he whispered, though his voice was nothing more than a raspy hiss accompanied by bubbles of blood.

Initialization successful. Host: Ravian Arbian. Status: Dying.

Activating Primary Function: Converting pain into Experience Points (EXP).+100 EXP... +250 EXP... +500 EXP...

Suddenly, the pain that had initially made him want to pass out transformed into something else. It felt like thousands of hot needles stinging his nerves, but at the same time, a surge of explosive energy erupted within his veins.

Every time his heart throbbed in agony, a new wave of power spread throughout his body.

"What are you... doing to me?" He tried to move his crushed fingers.

System Answer: I am the legacy of those who were cast away. I am the Abyssal Inheritance System. I will not let you die before you pay all your blood debts.

Warning: Void Energy detected in the surrounding environment. Host does not possess Spirit Meridians. Do you wish to form Void Meridians using pain as a catalyst?

"Do it..." he growled. His teeth chattered violently. "Do whatever it takes... as long as I can kill Kael."

Warning: This process will be ten times more painful than death itself. If your consciousness wavers, your soul will be swallowed by the void forever. Are you still willing?

He remembered his mother's face. He remembered how Kael's sword had pierced his chest so easily.

He remembered Elara's cries as she was forcibly dragged into the dungeon. The pain in his heart was far greater than the shattering of his bones.

"Don't ask again!" he screamed, even though his lungs felt like they were on fire. "Give me that power! Burn my soul if you must, but give me a way to rip that bastard's throat out!"

Request accepted. Commencing Void Meridian Formation.

Pain Conversion Stage One: Destruction of Old Meridian Remnants.

"AAAAAAAGGGHHH!"

His scream shook the darkness of the abyss. It felt as if a giant hand had reached inside his body and torn out every single nerve. He could feel the remnants of the crippled energy pathways in his body being forced out, replaced by a cold, bloodthirsty black energy.

The blood leaking from his wounds no longer flowed onto the ground. It hovered in the air, glowing with a purple light, before being absorbed back into his skin. +1000 EXP. Level Up! Level Up!

Warning: Energy pressure is too high. Host's body is beginning to crack.

Activating Regenerasi Berbasis Rasa Sakit. The greater your suffering, the faster you heal.

He gripped the ground with his broken fingernails. This pain... he was beginning to understand it. It was no longer his enemy. It was his fuel.

Every time his bones shifted back into place, he felt a surge of power he had never experienced in his life.

"More..." he whispered through ragged breaths. "Give me more!"

Host Characteristics changing: Bloodlust increased. Void Meridians forming: 20%... 50%... 80%...

The air around him began to swirl. The aura of death shrouding the Forbidden Abyss—energy that would normally kill any cultivator brave enough to descend here—was now being drawn toward him. It was as if the energy had found a new home.

Through the forming Void Meridians, he swallowed that darkness whole. 100%. Perfect Void Meridians. Current Level: Spirit Gathering Stage - Level 3.

A sudden silence fell. The mechanical voice of the system stopped, leaving only the rustle of the wind, which now sounded like music to his ears. He lay still for a few moments, staring at the sky of the abyss far above. Moonlight could not penetrate this place, but his eyes could see everything clearly.

He could see energy particles floating in the air. He could feel the heartbeats of monsters hiding behind the rocks. And most importantly, he could feel the power pulsing in his hands.

Slowly, he began to move. His joints no longer felt stiff. Instead, they felt light as a feather yet strong as steel. He stood up, dust and dried blood falling from his tattered clothes.

"I'm still alive," he muttered, staring at his palms, which now had thin black lines flowing beneath the skin. Congratulations, Host. You have passed the first gate of hell.

"This is just the beginning, isn't it?" he asked the system residing in his mind. Correct. The pain you just felt was but a small spark of the fire you will walk through. This world will not accept your existence. The gods will hate you. Are you afraid?

He curled his lips into a thin smile—a smile that held not a shred of human warmth. He clenched his fist, feeling the boiling Void energy ready to be unleashed.

"Afraid?" He chuckled, a sound that felt foreign to his own ears. "Why should I fear a world that has already cast me away? Let them hate me. Let them send the entire heavenly army to stop me."

He stepped forward, crushing the skull of a long-decayed monster at the bottom of the abyss into powder.

"Kael Arbian..." He looked up, piercing through the darkness toward the surface far above. "Enjoy your bloody throne while you can. Because when I crawl out of here, I won't be bringing peace. I am the curse you created yourself."

Suddenly, a low growl echoed from the darkness ahead. A pair of glowing red eyes emerged from the toxic mist, followed by the appearance of a large-boned creature with fangs dripping with acid.

Warning: Abyssal Bone Wolf detected. Threat Level: Low. Misi Pertama diaktifkan: Survive or become a meal.

He did not back down. Instead, he felt a strange hunger in his gut. Not a hunger for food, but a hunger for battle... a hunger to see another creature feel the same pain he had.

"Good," he whispered, stepping forward to meet the monster. "I need more EXP to level up."

As the wolf lunged at him with its jaws wide open, he didn't dodge. He let its fangs graze his arm, just so he could

feel that pain once more and convert it into a burst of energy in his fist. Pain Conversion Engine: Activated.