Chapter 15: desperation leads to recklessness.

Chapter 15: desperation leads to recklessness.

"AHHHH!"

As my eyes snapped open, a sudden cry escaped my mouth, jolting me awake from the nightmare.

My body was drenched in cold sweat as I sat up in bed, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.

"Huff... Huff..."

The remnants of the nightmare still clung to the edges of my consciousness, sending shivers down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath.

"Where... am... I?"

Frantically, I glanced around the dimly lit room.

Shadows danced in the flickering candlelight, casting eerie shapes upon the walls.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gripped me like a vice, squeezing the air from my lungs and filling me with an overwhelming sense of panic.

"It's... my room... don't panic... don't... panic..."

Gasping for air, I reminded myself, burying my face in my hands.

My body trembled with fear as I fought to regain control of my racing thoughts.

But the memories of what happened still lingered like a dark cloud, haunting me with their twisted imagery and unsettling events.

"Was that an angel? Why did they summon me? What the hell did I do?"

Questions flooded my mind as I tried to think of anything that could give me a clue.

But I couldn't think of anything except the possibility that they might know I'm not from this world.

"Why does this keep happening to me?"

In the darkness of the room, I felt utterly alone, the weight of my fears pressing down upon me like a suffocating blanket.

"Fuck... Men don't cry... fuck."

Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging as they spilled down my cheeks in silence. I desperately tried to stop myself from crying.

"Urgh..."

As my senses returned, the pain once again assaulted my body.

All the damage my body had endured because of a single word from the Angel.

The twisted internal organs of mine cried in pain as once again I remembered how utterly powerless I am in this world.

"I need to get stronger," I mumbled as I closed my eyes, fighting against all the pain that threatened to consume my body. New novel chapters are published on

"I need to get... urgh... stronger," I mumbled again as I tried to get up from the bed.

My room was still the same as I remembered, but there was one more thing: a basket full of fruits and a knife to cut them.

Ignoring the fruits, I picked up the knife.

My hands trembling with exhaustion and pain, I forced myself to focus on the intricate patterns.

And after one final touch, the magic circle was completed, the patterns glowing softly in the dim light.

For a moment, I stood back, my breath catching in my throat as I surveyed the magic circle.

After that I sat down in the middle of the circle as I called out my status screen.

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Name: Azariah Noah Aljanah [40], Inder Sephtis [60]

Age: 15

Rank: 2nd Primeval (48%)

Strength: 10

Reflex: 19

Intelligence: 38

Mental Strength: 10 [40]

Charm: 13

(Average limit for 2nd Primeval is 20, while the maximum one could reach with the help of blessings or bloodline is 40)

Bloodline: Unawakened.

Blessing: Amun-Ra's Blessing.

Passive Status: Mana Exhaustion/Sickly/Weakened/Madness.

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"Haha."

I let out a small laugh as I looked at my status, where one more thing was added: madness.

"Yeah, it's madness," I mumbled as I looked back at the circle. "It's complete madness."

"Huuuh."

Taking a deep breath, I touched the magic circle while still sitting in the middle of it.

"I need something that can provide me with the strength that I need," I mumbled as I let out all the mana that I had in my body.

"And in exchange..."

If I want the strength that can help me survive in this world, then only madness can help me.

If I want to deal with the devil, then I have to give something that the devil likes the most.

".....I offer a third of my soul."