"Oughta be it! Right, sir!"
"I dunno!" the young man curtly said, shrugging his shoulders. "But on to the story…" he continued.
The children weren't so put off by the storytelling anymore… that was a problem! The young man's theatrics weren't the best. As he couldn't lose to the two kids, he took it upon himself to be even more dramatic and deep, let's say, in the telling of the Ancient Tale.
The monster went on: 'Greed has led us to our predicament, humans! Like the greediness that has led us to that, it—my vengeance—will come from you';
Confirmed. Creation — Quantifying of the particle 'Greed' required—
'My will shall not be lost: it will come from within you, assault you, and devour you from within your ranks!'
Confirmed. Creation — the Unique Skill [Devourer] has been obtained! ?
'Humans, you get under my skin! You irritate me! It will get under yours. It will irritate, too.'
Confirmed. Creation — Materializing of … failure to proceed. Looking for alternatives… ?
'It will climb into you—'
'Get under your skin.' Confirmed. Creation — the Unique Skill [Possessing] has been obtained! ?
'—wherefrom you will not see—'
Confirmed. Creation — the (Active) Skill [Possessing] has evolved into the Unique Skill [Dwelling]! ?
'—and take control of yourselves!'
Confirmed. Creation — the (Passive) Skill [Control] has been obtained. ?
'And I announce unto you, O humans, that you will not see peace, before it—my will, my vengeance, my way—robs you of everything you have.'
'Before it robs you—' Confirmed. Creation — the (Passive) Skill [Copying] has been obtained! ?
…Ring!
Due to having the (Passive) Skill [Control] and the Skill [Copying], the Unique Skill [Perfect Control] has been obtained! ?
A new skill has been obtained! The Unique Skill [Perfect Control] and Unique Skill [Devourer] have evolved into the Unique Skill [Grand Devourer]! ?
The young man slammed both fists onto the table, getting a little too carried away. He was wrapping up with his story, at last, and he needed his audience's full attention. The two children gave a start, slightly trembling, and hugged each other at once. Seeing such a display of child-like fear, the young man grinned in victory—"Got 'em."—and uttered one last sentence: "...Then the monster said, 'And it will never be over… time and time again, my vengeance will have you…!'"
That gave me one last metallic 'Ring!' sound before I was through with all this. It—whatever it is, but I guess you should refer to it as System—failed to 'proceed,' like it so much had already, but then it looked for alternatives.
And finally, by a combination of whatever means or logic the System seemed to possess, I obtained the Passive Skill [Adapt]. And after yet another ringing sound, ostensibly due to having that [Grand Devourer] skill I'd had a moment ago, that [Adapt] skill was upgraded into a Unique Skill too—that was [Evolve].
Truly, a mess of skills, I'll have to admit. Behold, this was me. But anyhow, I'm not important. Not yet. The children were important. Oh, and the young man, too. There was still the young lady sitting at their table, by the way. That's only the prologue. The prologue of my oh-so-great story (teehee) that just about began, so let's focus on them rather than I.
That was the first time the young man had actually tossed in so many details about his ancient historical recollections of the past… or Ancient Tale, for the kids. And so, just as per what was expected by the storyteller, while the two kids were surprised, they also were scared.
The young man felt it was good to repeat: "'Time and time again, my vengeance will have you…!'" The kids shuddered in fear, and as the story was over, they were relieved to hear that, upon these words, the monster died. Put to death. By the hands of the Ancestors. Yes.
My story was told. But at the same time, it only just began. The only thing I—that is to say, the mysterious witch's cauldron's contents—awaited, then, was to have someone drink me. So let's wait together, shall we?
My story made sense. And I did too.
"Your story doesn't make sense."
Ouch! Ow! No!
It was the young lady, who up until now hadn't spoken much at all due to her too blatant disinterest in the young man's funny words, that now spoke. Such insults!
"Eh?"
"That monster, where does it even come from? Oh, and does it speak too? Well? Where does that come from? Because I mean, weren't you talking about low-level monsters, hm? Also, why… or how, even, in the world? Vengeance? Isn't your beast-monster assaulting that group of—no, that civilization of humans, peaceful and prosperous as it was, in the first place? And then it's upset for God knows what reason, going on a full, long-winded monologue about how it's getting revenge soon, giving away all sorts of minute details about how it's going to do it… namely how its revenge against the poor people is going to take place… having the luxury to address that crowd of 'ancestors' right in the middle of their war or something? Rather than a story, too—"
"Heh, Inera. A lot of criticism. You don't change."
The lady agreed, and the young man spoke. These ancient tales, as he called them, have a historical basis, to put it very briefly. They are recollections of the past. Of a faraway past, that's been long since forgotten by most, and that's probably even older in age than the very subject of history itself (which the young man studies). Rather than a literal interpretation of such ancient, and 'mystical,' even, he dares say, archeological recollections of the past, a poetic interpretation and more flexible understanding of said texts would be far more suited in order for one to succeed in the undertaking of comprehending them, the young man said. Furthermore, parts of it are obviously missing. And besides… even with the story being as nonsensical as it may seem, the kids like it.
"But let's not bore the kids, shall we?" the young student proposed. The kids here would only be bored by such academical discussions, so let's not dive too much into MY story, and into MY origin.
The lady sitting opposite him scoffed. "Why not," she said, "why not dive deeper into it? It interests me. And I trust all of what you just explained begs a more fully-detailed report."
"All right." The young man accepted after he glanced at the kids. They didn't seem to mind? Well. A long, boring discussion awaited him (or that's what he thought anyway), and clearing his throat, he decided that it was dry. "Let me first drink that, at last." Of course, the witch's cauldron he had ordered a few minutes ago still awaited him. At last, my time had come. freewebnov el.com
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Bringing the beverage to his lips, he began pouring the liquid down his throat—he choked on it.
Ring! ? A Receptacle has been found. ?
"Kof!"
His eyes went full round. A threat. He'd just sensed a threat. That's what his instincts screamed at him. A hand was hurriedly brought to his throat and pressed it. "Guh!" It wasn't any threat. Was that an attack? Pretty much. He figured this much so quickly. An attack. A threat to his life. The heart that pounded in his chest went from being super relaxed to totally on edge. All of which happened in less than a second.
I had a Unique Skill. 'Dwelling.' Who knew what it did, but it just activated then and there, automatically. Instinctively. ? Engaging the 'Dwelling Procedure'. ?
What was more, that same metallic sound of a notification popped in his ears once more. And he could read the message scripted within. Cold sweat poured down the man's back as he realized. He truly was quick.
To the exterior world, nothing of that could be seen. What was with that sudden switch in demeanor, hm? The kids were surprised, and the young lady pressed forward. They asked whether the guy that choked on his tea was all right. Ignoring them was what he did, panicked, and quickly managed to spit back half of the teacup he'd had. Overly loud coughs reverberated through the now hushed restaurant. People turned and eyed the lively group with tilted heads and raised eyebrows.
Something clearly was wrong with the guy.
But the young student paid his surroundings no mind. In his panic, he flung the table forward as well as his glass. The loud squealing sound, of the table and chair, and the clattering further alerted the other customers around them. The contents of that man's glass were totally spilled, and he just made a mess of his table.
Engaging the 'Dwelling Procedure': failure. ?
Now, it was the chair he'd been in that was flung backward in the man's hurry. Because still all very much panicked, he abruptly stood up, bent his back, slamming both hands on the table; he started to cough.
Now, other customers started to frown at that. The atmosphere clearly changed. It was now heavy with caution and wariness. ? 'Dwelling Procedure' has been reissued. ? Then the kids stepped back and said, "N-No way…"
The girl, after his brother who swore never to be scared, shrieked. "I-It's the monster! Run, sir!"
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