Chapter 314: Starvation

Chapter 314: Starvation



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'What is this that I feel?'

My hands, which choked my neck, grasped harder.

'Rage?'

Absolute, unbridled rage to the point of madness.

'Why?'

They grasped even harder.

'Why do I wish for the world to burn?'

Was it because of those people watching me from outside the room?

Or was it because of my innate corruption?

Maybe.

I let go and I staggered forward as if pulled by a weight, my shades dropping to the ground.

Clack!

The sound stabilized my... self?

It did.

But where even am I?

I... remember, it's blurry, yet I can make out the reason for why I was sent, no, pushed here.

I am to learn of my 'flint.'

I am to include the Embodiment Method in my path, alongside the others.

I am to-

Pa~

Subtle, almost unnoticeable, but I suddenly felt some of my Aether leaving my reserves. It was as if I was a balloon that was poked by a needle, deflating.

My instincts kicked in and Temporal Perception activated.

Wasting not a moment further, I attempted to close that hole, but I couldn't, as if I were a mortal trying to push a mountain.

Whoever was responsible was-

No, I knew Mr. Player was the one who was siphoning Aether out of me.

pain.

A yin and yang, balanced and harmonious like Mr. Player's every word.

However, that wasn't the case for me.

Despite the love I hold for my family, the pain, the hate, and the suffering, I experienced were

tenfold.

So it was no wonder that I would choose pain over love ten out of ten times, for it was what I was most familiar with.

Now, what could my Aetherless body have anything to do with pain?

Well, in my current state, the lack of oxygen or nutrients could prove fatal, as my Aether was what supplied my body with essential energy.

This neutral energy could be absorbed in all forms, whether as the oxygen in my lungs or the food in my stomach, so without it, I'm not much different than a mortal, only astronomically stronger in body and mind.

With that forming a base for my future actions, I chose my method of pain.

I chose starvation.

Suffocating to death, while painful, wasn't something common, which was quite unlike starvation, for that was something common even today where food was manufactured from

essentially nothing.

Hitting myself was out of the question, I didn't even bother thinking about it.

'This'll take long...'

I chuckled as I began to recollect my senses freely.

I thought of the pain that someone would experience while dying from starvation, but it was

tough for me to imagine such a scene.

Familiar to hunger I was not.

The sensation was lost upon me, for I have never experienced true hunger, in fact, I was never hungry, not even once, I missed my mom's cooking at times, sure, but it was a want, not a

need.

I was privileged, soft, and stuffed like a pig always ready for slaughter. My mind wandered back to the longest period I'd gone hungry, which wasn't long.

The training in the Well of Eternity didn't count, as hunger couldn't plague me then. The most urgent sensation one could feel, starvation, was impossible for me to experience. A pain that everyone should feel, both the impure and poor, the pure and rich, was something I left behind as I ascended the hierarchy.

So no, it was a time before that, a time when I was a mutt chasing after low-level gangs.

And as I thought about where I once was the slums, the torture, the thirst, the subsequent revenge, and the massacre of those under Alex's command-my mind drifted to what I craved

most at the time: my mother's cooking.

Oh, how I missed it...

And now I needed to miss it again.