Pain, he knew it very well. Even now Sunny yearns this feeling of physical pain. Pain makes one forget the cruelty of memories
The current body he has was that of a temple slave, abandoned by their god.
It's condition was worse, it wasnt just malnutrition but bruises and scras all over. Yet he was satisfied with it.
Its why Sunny never stopped looking for opportunities. He was already well know by a few government employees. Always volunteering to work and somehow get food or a few coins in exchange.
Exhaustion with every work brought a constant pain for his knees and lungs. To struggle is to forget something he desperately hate, loosing his family.
And right now, he could not imagine what had happened to his sister after falling asleep.
Even the pain of every lashes as the torture continues his worries didn't fade.
The torture ended after being struck on the eye, later bandaged by a cloth given by a knight.
A one-eyed slave was then hopelessly dragged, now placed at the front.
To lead the walk is to become the first target of any beast that appear as they climb the mountain.
The handler of slaves sits again on the caravan after chaining him again ensuring he could never leave while a knight beside the caravan looks concerned of the boy.
"Stupid mongrel, never shout again in this mountain. We dont want to attract any unwanted attention especially a nightmare creature."
The handler was furious, even contemplating if leaving the slave was better, yet decided to make him a vanguard for the caravan and also to show an example for those who would act on their own again.
The handeler knew that a quick death after being left alone in the wild was already a luxury for these abandoned temples slaves.
Continuing to walk again across the mountain, two slaves behind Sunny quietly spoke to him.
"Why did you do that kid, you might have killed as all with that stunt of yours."
the man's voice seems to suggest he could've been a teacher or a noble due to it's eloquence.
"Are you crazy?"
A boy spoke, his lively behavior didn't match his slave appearance. Making him look out of touch like a crazy beggar.
"hehe..." Sunny replied by uttering madness
'It hurt. Painfully so.' Even walking was already a struggle with all the wound he got from the torture.
Yet even with all this he was able to think rationally on the inside at least. His worries are muddled by pain and exhaustion.
'The handler behind him and the knight... what are those. how can they shine from within.'
Seeing something impossible, Sunny concluded, this could be his ability, or the ability of the body he possessed.
After a brief moment as he struggles to walk, Sunny remembered the voice of the spell.
The spell is already well known by the world, Sunny naturally tried to open his runes.
'Temple slave... no notable abilities... That must be my ability, damn luck! oh, and the attributes...'
Sunny scans his runes looking for any useful stuff to help him escape this nightmare.
'Fated?'
Then Sunny was suddenly pushed behind.
"why are you just standing there, you really are crazy!" A quite wisper from the eloquent man urged him to walk forward.
'right! I was in the middle of walking'
The spell, the environment, his body, and everyone around him. It was overwhelming for Sunny to comprehend the new world around him, starting with the most unusual stuff slowly understanding his current situation without the great worries he has.