Awakening of the Weakest Slayer

Sezel dropped back, startled.

'I didn't had 100 soul shards yet, i can't make it a puppet.' He thought confused. But the golden screen, the strange notification, contained something far more vicious, far more confusing, than a simple puppet creation.

As Sezel read the golden text, his eyes widened with every next word, his mind swirling into a state of pure chaos.

What the hell is this?

[Do you Wish to absorb the Fable - The Unmoving King?]

'Absorb a fable?' he thought, bewildered, his mind struggling to process the impossible audacity of the statement. 'What the fuck is happening?'

This was more complicated and incomprehensible than he had ever thought. At this point, he couldn't even tell if the body in front of him, the skeletal form that had been the source of all their suffering, was a beast or a human.

The Spirit Realm's system treated him as both, a strange, paradoxical hybrid.

As far as Sezel knew, beasts didn't have Fables. But humans did. And humans didn't have black blood. But this body did.

'why is a human being considered as a beast?'

Sezel was dazed and confused beyond words, but these things, these strange and unanswerable questions, be damned. There were far too many of them, and if he were to dwindle his remaining time like this, lost in a sea of confusion and disbelief, it would be foolishness.

So, Sezel decided to give up on these for now, to push them to the silent corners of his mind, and just look at the thing at hand.

Absorb the Fable? What would it do? Would he have another Fable? If so, then what exactly was his own Fable?

Sezel again placed his hand on the chest of the corpse. The window reappeared, its shimmering, golden light a promising of a new power. He gulped, feeling the dryness in his throat, and then exhaled sharply.

He thought 'yes' calmly in his mind.

[Absorption of the Silver Fable - The Unmoving King]

[Begin]

First came the golden ethereal light, pulsing with shimmering colors, unlike the normal absorption, the rainbow like particles danced outside of his skin as they slowly covered his whole body, and then with a sudden moment, they all went inside his skin.

It wasn't as quick and painless as the other absorptions had been. Sezel fell to his knees, gasping for air, his whole body trembling from the unfathomable pain he was experiencing. His mouth opened, as he tried to scream out, to give voice to the agony that was tearing him apart, but his throat gave up, his vocal cords paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the pain.

He couldn't even tell his pain to anyone. His body felt as if it were being pierced by millions of needles all across the skin, as if his very being were being torn apart, limb from limb, and then sewed back together with a thousand brutal stitches.

He coughed up a little blood, the clinical process of his own deconstruction and reconstruction continued. Suddenly, all the particles, all the swirling, chaotic, rainbow-like motes of light that were dancing inside his body, moved as one and convulsed inside his chest.

A dry, choked yelp escaped Sezel's lips as the nerves around his eyes bulged, blood washing over his vision, turning the world a deep, dark crimson. He felt as if his chest was about to be blown apart, as if his very heart was about to explode. He couldn't feel anything. He couldn't see anything. There was no sound, not even his own.

And then, he lost consciousness, his body weak and pathetic, just a few meters from the empty, forgotten grave. The body, had already turned to dust and dissipated into the air, its secrets, its mysteries, now a part of him.

'What was that? it hurts like hell. I would rather have myself burned alive.'

Those were Sezel's last fleeting thoughts before his consciousness faded away.

'What was i doing? oh yeah I was being... I don't know. That feeling, it was as if i was being chewed alive, then my torn apart flesh was sewed down with thousands of needles.'

"Sezel… Sezel, can you hear me?" a faint, distant echo of a voice fell to his numb, unhearing ears.

"Mister… please wake up," another one, a lot softer, and sobbing?

Sezel was just drifting through oblivion, his mind blank. 'Am I alive?' he questioned himself, the thought a small, insignificant flicker of consciousness in the vast, empty darkness. But the answer was simple. 'Of course I am. I don't think the Spirit Energy would let me off the hook so easily.'

'And well, if I just wanted to die, why would I try so hard to survive till now? I don't want to just go and die.'

He sighed, a silent, internal exhalation of weariness, and directed his consciousness towards his Spirit Meridian. Soon, he went through the gateway, and the world of his soul, the vast, desolate plane that was a reflection of his own self, unfolded before his eyes.

The vast plane stretched beneath his feet, the jagged, imposing mountains surrounding it, their peaks clawing at the black, eternal, starless sky.

This place was the same as always. But Sezel did notice a few changes on the ground level. There were more trees than the last time, their forms vibrant into the otherwise barren, desolate landscape. Once, this plane used to be empty, a blank, sterile canvas. But now, it wasn't anymore.

He slowly looked up, at his Spirit Core, the swirling, chaotic ball of black mass that was the source of all his power. But what greeted him was not the familiar sight he had hoped to see.

The sky was still simply black, there was nothing other than darkness as far as the eye could see. But the surrounding of his core had changed.

Sezel's eyes squinted. 'A new thing. But new doesn't mean good, always.' He was a bit hesitant, but it was not like something would see him here. Nothing would be able to hurt him here. This was his world, his domain.

He called upon the newfound object that was orbiting around his core.