In a realm where peace had never taken root, Rin found himself trapped in an excruciating nightmare. His body lay in torment, teetering on the edge of consciousness, manipulated by the merciless trickery woven into the very fabric of the Maze. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. Blood streamed from his wounds, painting the ground crimson as the Maze whispered tauntingly, "So, blood holds no meaning for you after all? Remember, illusions are never everlasting." Each word echoed in his mind, a chilling reminder of the reality he faced.
Rin stirred awake to find himself face-to-face with a shadowy creature, its eyes glinting with a malevolent hunger. As if conjured from his darkest dreams, the creature spoke in a haunting whisper, "This is who you are." Just as the words began to take shape in Rin's mind, a choking silence fell over the maze, as though an unseen force had gripped its throat, silencing its voice and leaving only a chilling tension in the air.
The eerie whispers of the maze returned, but this time they were faint—lacking the sinister undertone that had once filled the air. Seizing the moment, Rin pushed forward with newfound determination. As he moved swiftly, the maze seemed to stabilize around him, shifting into a more familiar form. "Do you need something from me?" Rin called out into the depths of the twisting paths. Suddenly, the maze reacted, teleporting him to a chilling new location. Before him hung a monstrous figure, grotesquely suspended in midair, its body tethered to the ground by dark, sinewy tendrils. It was a sight that sent shivers down his spine, resembling a forsaken soul left to decay in the shadows of despair.
The maze spoke with a emotional tone, "it's me"
for some reason Rin was also shocked by the revelation , Rin asked with curious and also a weak voice, "What happen."
The maze whispered its tale, "In times of turmoil, when the 'rulers' of our world clashed, a man named Uldarok took on a monumental task. He dreamt of a labyrinth that would confound enemies and safeguard his people. Yet, in the end, the maze fell short of its purpose. Lacking any true complexity, it became mere stone and shadow, easily traversed by those it was meant to thwart. The critics were quick to voice their scorn, and Uldarok, unable to bear the weight of his failure, found himself consumed by defeat."
From the moment I was born, I was anything but ordinary. I have a unique gift that's rated at a level 4, labelled "Core." It's fascinating how levels hold more weight than grades in this world. While you can climb the grade ladder, your level is something predetermined—an unchangeable part of who you are.
Uldarok shattered my world! He ripped everything away from me—my parents, my home—leaving me broken and alone. He bound my soul to the maze and turned my body into a mere puppet, all because of my unique power. I possess the ability known as "Domain," which grants me control over everything within a specific radius, I can do what ever I want inside the domain. Now, I must navigate this dark fate and reclaim what's rightfully mine!
I struggled against the chains of my own existence, desperate to escape a prison where my soul felt trapped. My body, once my ally, rejected me, leaving me to face the overwhelming force of the bidding. Fueled by desperation, I made a bold choice: I would create a vessel—a body devoid of a soul—capable of housing one instead. With the essence of humanity as my guide, I engineered a system to navigate the labyrinthine dungeon that bound me. I cunningly fused this system with my original body, for Uldaroke had decreed that the maze always required a soul to guide it. In my mad quest for freedom, I crafted a secondary mechanism, believing it would grant me control. But my arrogance was my downfall. As I pushed the boundaries of life and death, chaos was unleashed. We are not gods, and the delicate dance of souls is not ours to command. The very spirit I had implanted into my original form turned against me, corrupting it and morphing my body into a nightmarish creature. Despite the horror, the new monstrosity still functioned as a secondary maze, and in my eyes, that made it bearable .Yet, the body I designed for my own resurrection crumbled under the weight of the power I infused into it. I poured my soul into countless creations, each attempt leading to failure. No matter how hard I tried, none of these new forms could withstand the might of the very essence that was meant to guide them. My quest for freedom twisted into a relentless cycle of despair, and I was left to ponder if true liberation was ever within my grasp.
That's when you stepped into my life—when you entered the maze, everything shifted. I felt it instantly. You're like a wandering specter, a walkin' corpse amidst the living. This world thrives on the essence of the soul, yet there seems to be none within you. It's haunting, really, but i feel it your body is right full vessel for me to have, you are mine.
Rin spoke, "not a chance lady, not happening."
The maze laughed.
The maze vanished without warning, and the chains binding the monstrous creature slackened. With a deafening roar, the beast unleashed a primal scream that echoed through the air. The very walls of the maze began to shift ominously as massive rocks tumbled down from above.Rin sprang into action, dodging debris with agility, determined to reach the creature. He leaped over the falling stones, his heart racing. As he closed in on the beast, he swung his sword with fierce intent—but it collided with an invisible barrier that shimmered like a mirage.The monster's mouth gaped wide, revealing an abyss of darkness that threatened to swallow everything. Gritting his teeth, Rin thrust his sword into the ground, anchoring himself for what was to come, as he felt the pull of the creature intensifying around him. Rin was in tough situation.