Whenever he slept, the same dreams haunted him.
Dreams of every progression that the other Brandon had experienced.
From the time of his birth, when past memories hadn't flooded yet. To when he had fully manifested his curse affinity and the memories had finally surfaced.
It was the same throughout every dream.
As if Brandon was experiencing the progressions himself.
At first, it felt as if his memories were locked, like trudging every experience he had until he had turned ten years old.
As soon as he turned ten, and the curse affinity manifested, Brandon saw everything.
Akin to a fever dream, the entire progression flashed before his eyes.
And in every progression, Jin.... Or rather, Raven had always found him.
—Mom!
Spurt!
—Dad!
Boom—!
—Sis!
Slash—!
He had witnessed their deaths.
—Ukh!
And he too, had died.
Then....
Another reset.
His memory was completely wiped of it.
The scenery shifted.
It was now most probably, the second progression.
His childhood flashed before his eyes.
Once again, by the time he turned ten, he had seen all of it.
And as his entire lifespan of the second progression flooded his thoughts....
—Akh!
He had died once again.
It repeated.
—Please!
Again.
—Raven, please save them!
Boom—!
And again.
—Binding vow!
And again.
—Sis, don't go. Just stay here, please!
And again.
He had felt the other Brandon's desperation.
His struggles.
His sorrows.
His pain.
Every heavy emotion that had gripped his heart, tearing it apart....
Tearing him apart.
And in one of the regressions.
—What's the fucking point.
—I'm powerless.
—I can't save them.
—So many fucking tries, and yet it all ends up the same.
Every method he had done, trying to make things different.
—It's all the fucking same!
—Ah. Even they..... They've given up.
Spurt!
And yet again, he had ended up the same way as his family.
Dead.
Another one.
—I'm tired.
—I'm useless.
—I should just die.
—At least that's the difference I'll make.
As soon as he received the memories.....
—.....
.....He offed himself.
Then again, another progression.
—Useless, useless, useless.
—Yet I'm a fucking pussy..... Why do I even keep trying?
Despite giving up, he couldn't find the courage to stop transferring his memories to his ten year old self.
Throughout every progression, slowly, he had started feeling numb to the feeling.
Towards everyone, everything.
Is all he could say.
"Mori!"
"Ah?"
He was snapped out of these thoughts as a voice called out to him. Raising his head to meet Evelyn's gaze—who stood in front of him, he massaged his temple.
"Annoying?"
"Hm?"
"What's annoying....?"
"Life."
"...."
In the past few days, Brandon had started learning swordsmanship from Evelyn.
He had nearly mastered the previous technique Evelyn had taught him.
In three days, the auction would start.
At the moment, it was dusk.
The other guards had already left.
'Not like there were a lot that trained to begin with.'
It was only occasional, but either one or two would stop by to quickly let off some steam, letting their magic out.
Most of the time, Brandon could notice glares Evelyn's way. But as for him, they had ignored him.
After all, he was now a part of their cause.
"Again."
At Evelyn's instructions, Brandon rushed towards her and swung the wooden sword.
Thack!
The swords clashed and a loud banging sound echoed throughout the entire training hall.
As soon as the swords met, Brandon immediately poured mana into the sword and shifted it to the side.
Ducking down, the air rippled and he felt Evelyn's blade on the strand of his hair, narrowly missing.
However, her attack abruptly stopped right on the top of his head.
"Ah—Ukeh!"
The wooden sword forcefully struck his head and Brandon let out a pained groan.
Rubbing his head, he went on to say,
".....Ouch."
"Your fault for losing focus."
"Haha."
He laughed to himself.
If he had to be honest, this psuedo swordsmanship of Evelyn's.... There was nothing special about it.
It relied on feints and misdirection. And that was what Evelyn did.
It was a technique she had taught him.
To make it seem like she had exerted enough force, just for her to halt her attack and change the trajectory with its speed assisted by subtly pouring mana and dismantling the said mana.
Just like that, it was hard to guess just how strong, or how fast the attack would be once it was actually upon you.
However, it was the perfect swordsmanship for him.
Tricks and feints were all he could do to match with actual duelists with real experience.
The only reason he was even able to match Lumian was because he had played it safe, and of the sacrifices in exchange for a temporary surge of power.
However, he knew he couldn't rely on those sacrifices in the future.
There was only so much of himself that he could lose.
"Let's stop here. Make sure you keep practicing your control. You've improved tremendously in a week. If you keep up that pace, not just your strength, but your overall mana output would have quite a boost."
It was true.
He felt his overall constitution rise.
In the A ranks, it was hard to progress his status. This was especially so, as most mages and duelists had been capped at the A tier.
And it was even harder to progress in the later stages.
The S category.
Evelyn herself was an anomaly amongst mages, one of the youngest to have reached SS- at only 24 years–old.
After bidding their farewells, Evelyn went ahead and left before him.
Brandon turned around slightly, and the familiar sight of the system appeared before him.
——[Status]——
∟ STR: A —[23%]
∟ MP: S —[11%]
∟ DEF: B —[55%]
∟ AGI: A- —[12%]
∟ INT: S- —[66%]
∟ CHA: SS —[77%]
[AVG: A]
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Of course, [CHARISMA] wasn't part of the weighted average.
He had felt it.
Soon, he was about to break into the A+ ranks. A pseudo rank of the S- ranking.
All of that aside, Brandon continued training. By the end, it was already night.
Sweat trickled down his cheek as he continued his training, taking in the mana around him, and subtly pouring it into his sword, dispersing it in a fraction of a second.
All of a sudden, he was halted in his training as he felt someone's presence coming from behind.
Turning around, what greeted his sight was the familiar sight of the man who seemed to have just entered the training hall.
"Zed."
"Yo, traitor."