Chapter 86: Chapter 86
Mart opened his eyes, as he heard some thoughts whose voice was similar to the one he currently possessed.
"What does that low class bitch want now? She can barely even be considered a noblewoman and she has the nerve to bother a Sevec. Daughter of a Baron, poor pathetic thing, she should be thankful she lost her purity to me."
Hearing the sarcastic thoughts with which the real Mart was referring to Selenia, Mart felt anger boiling in his being.
[Trait anger activated]
[Strength temporarily increases by +40].
But still, he could only see and feel from the real Mart’s perspective, without interfering with the real Mart’s actions.
"What is this a memory?" wondered Mart in his mind.
[Correct.]
[By increasing the intelligence attribute the host began to assimilate Mart Sevec’s final memories]
Mart had a bad feeling to read that notification. But the situation didn’t give him too much time to think about it.
The real Mart Sevec sat in front of his desk, opened the double bottom drawer in which he kept the letter in which Selenia’s father asked him to become engaged to his daughter. In addition to the letter, in the drawer there was a book on contraceptive spells which at that moment the real Mart stored in his demonic bag while mockingly thinking, "this work of art I must master, I don’t want bastard seeds all over the place."
"But what a jerk," Mart thought.
[Host you mastered the spells in that book].
"You can ignore that; besides I didn’t intend it the way he did," Mart retorted, but the system didn’t respond again.
The real Mart pulled out a small gold blade with precious gems embedded in it that Mart had never seen before, cut open the envelope, pulled out the single folded sheet of paper inside and upon unfolding it saw a sinister looking cursed diagram that Mart could also see.
Upon seeing the cursed diagram Mart tried to record in his mind every symbol, formula and the shape of the diagram, for him who studied curses, the advanced cursed diagram he could see was a great opportunity to perfect his cursed arts.
Within seconds of unfolding the sheet, the diagram began to emit a dark miasma and suddenly everything went dark for the real Mart and for Mart.
-What is this? What is happening? What has happened to me? I can’t see. Where am I? -The real Mart wondered as he tried to touch the surroundings with his hands but felt nothing.
"It’s useless for him to try to find anything, they took away his sight, hearing and touch. I must say it’s a very powerful curse," thought Mart who upon seeing and feeling the perspective of the real Mart could quickly understand what was happening, since the attribute of intelligence gave him the necessary calm and logic to analyze every thing that was happening up to that moment.
-Help! Help! -The real Mart exclaimed desperately searching and asking for help, but no one seemed to approach, or at least he could not know it, and therefore Mart could not know it either.
In the midst of the darkness that surrounded him after losing the sense of sight, the real Mart felt a sudden shiver, but it was his soul that trembled, he felt that something indescribable and powerful was watching him, in that instant, he stopped shouting for help, he wanted to hide in the middle of the silence.
Mart, who was experiencing the prospect of the real Mart, was also overcome by the same distressing feelings. But, Mart was still able to maintain his composure and that gave him quick thinking, with which he analyzed and prepared himself quickly to face the adverse circumstances that could arise in order to solve them efficiently.
"This may be an opportunity. I concluded long ago that the effectiveness of a curse increases if the identity and intent of the creator is embedded in it. This thing you feel must be a living curse created by a sorcerer with a high power rank," thought Mart as he used his demonic perception to understand the characteristics of the curse that tormented the real Mart who was lying on the floor in a fetal position muttering in a nervous and anxious voice:
-Stop, stop. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just wanted prestige. I’m getting married, stop it. Yes, you will be my wife.
[Strength temporarily increases by +50.]
Mart held back his anger again, he preferred to continue to perceive the environment to hone his own knowledge in curses.
"You!"
In the midst of the darkness a murmur was heard, distant and close at the same time, its voice was deep as the sea. The real Mart began to cough and tears ran down his cheeks, his body trembled, but his soul was having the hardest time.
At that moment, Mart also stopped perceiving, because the instant the cursed diagram was activated he felt an energy similar to the cursed energy he used and absorbed to activate the curse of the "cursed doll", but the voice that murmured, made him feel his soul freeze at the same time that thousands of needles pierced his existence, that voice did not have a single trace of cursed energy.
Mart felt the real Mart writhing and clinging to his body as he made his little demonic energy circulate to protect and heal himself, but it was useless and the pain continued.
"Mart Sevec!"
The mysterious and fearsome voice murmured the name of the real Mart.
Mart also felt his existence becoming shattered and confused, the pain was indescribable, but it was not a physical pain, it was an existential pain that denied existence.
The real Mart was convulsing, his thoughts had become an accumulation of meaningless thoughts.
Mart who suffered everything through memories tried to extend his demonic perception, but the system notified him.
[Warning: The host is very weak, if he extends his demonic perception towards the unknown power the result is unknown.]
Mart restrained his curiosity, and forced himself to think of anything else.
"Yes, remember the symbols, the formulas, and the diagram," Mart thought trying to ignore a thought struggling to arise in his mind.
Suddenly, everything calmed down, the real Mart in a drowsy state got up, took the letter between his fingers, folded it, placed it in the envelope in which it was before, put it in the double bottom of the drawer, closed the drawer and lay down on his bed, closing his eyes, he heard:
"Traitor. You don’t deserve to exist."
In the midst of the chaos, the real Mart Sevec took out of his pants pocket the small gold blade with embedded gems, he infused it with his remaining demonic energy, but the small blade and its gems only glowed and then turned to dust until they disappeared. Hopelessly the real Mart felt his soul being torn into thousands and thousands of pieces until there was nothing left and everything became nothing.
[The memory has ended]
[The host wishes to re-experience the memory: (accept) (reject)].
"Why was it so real? I feel like I am on the verge of extinction. This experience is indescribably horrible and painful. The power of the owner of that voice is unfathomable and tyrannical. It has the power to end an existence without even showing itself... "Thought Mart, whose thoughts were still scrambled.
[The trait laziness is capable of creating vivid dreams or memories when sleeping.]
"This was the same as the dream in which I saw Moraf Arcariz die wasn’t it?" asked Mart.
[Correct.]
Mart waited a few seconds, kept calm and then asked in his mind:
"This memory does not cause harm to me?"
[The memory does not cause harm. It only subjects the host to great mental fatigue so it will take much longer for him to wake up]
"Repeat the memory, I want to record in my mind every detail of the cursed diagram, the curse and what happened to the real Mart Sevec," Mart Sevec answered.
[Dream: Mart Sevec’s final memories in progress...].
••••
Mart’s consciousness was floating in the midst of immense darkness, he had relived the memory again and again until he learned by heart every detail of the cursed diagram, and came to visualize its possible uses, but even so, Mart’s soul trembled, trembled less than the first time he felt just like the real Mart, how his soul was torn and shattered into thousands and thousands of pieces; although Mart’s soul was never torn and shattered he only relived the sensation that the real Mart felt.
"Not even the pain I suffered when I became the recipient of the curse and began to hurt myself was as great as the indescribable feeling you get when your most essential part is destroyed. The real Mart was a jerk, but he paid an extremely high price for his offense," Mart thought as he tried to calm the anguish his own existence felt.
"If I make them wait too long. They’re going to start worrying. I mustn’t let that happen," Mart thought as he saw the system notification.
[The host wishes to re-experience the memory: (accept) (reject)].
"One last time. Then I will rest so I can wake up," was Mart Sevec’s response to the notification.
[Dream: Mart Sevec’s final memories in progress...]