Things were no longer the same after my unplanned trip that had led me to believe—no, actually, that had led me to know and see—my foot at death's door, but the good part is, since then I've never had any trouble with experiencing any form of sickness, and I would be lying if I said I knew what was the thing that made me resistant to mere sicknesses like a cold or flu. There was a possibility that what had protected me might have been my Holy System, or if it happens, the real reason that made me not get sick might be the fact that I was born into one of the Twelve Families. Like I have said before, our bodies are different than the rest of the world.
But if I'm being honest, between those two I prefer that the one that be true is the first one, and as much as I wouldn't mind knowing that nothing bad would come to me and all that is thanks to the family that I was born into, but to put it in simple terms and in words, the reason I didn't want it to be the second one was the fact that I'd hate to know that the family that wants nothing to do with me has done something for me.
Bleh.
Just thinking about that makes my stomach turn, and if I wasn't immune to all sorts of sickness, I would have puked out.
Time had come and go, and years weren't exactly still in the same timeframe. Now I have actually grown up, and now I was at the age, and I'm so proud to say this, at the age of five, yes, that big five.
Meaning that in this age that's where I find out and discover which magic ability do I obtain and from both of my parents who is the lucky one that would be the one who passed down the torch to me and make me continue the legacy.
Just thinking about something so trivial makes it hard for me to keep a straight face, knowing very well that I don't have the magical gift and talent that belongs to my father. Maybe there was a possibility that I would have obtained it if I was someone else, but I wasn't, and not to forget that the last time traces of magical particles that were detected in my body turned out to be a curse and was rejected thanks my system.
So in this age I was really curious to know which ones I would awaken, because from that day on I haven't felt even one tingling sensation that would give me an indication that my body was developing some new magic. I believe that after the system expelled the curse it kept rejecting any form of magic that I developed.
In other words, I'm magic less. Actually, saying it like that makes it sound like I don't have any ounce of magic in me, but that's not how it is. I do have magic; it just happens that I haven't discovered what kind of magic I have.
And get this, since that day and after all that scary situation, that was the first time that my family took interest in me, as they came to check up on me. And they really didn't check up on me because they were so worried about me or my health; they just came to check up on me cause once they discovered that my sister had awakened her abilities and to see how greedy she can be, she couldn't even let me have all the attention. She had awakened both of her parents abilities.
I still remember that distasteful look in the eyes of my father when he found out that my body is so frail and weak that it couldn't even do a simple task like develop it's own magic.
The Oracle came to my room. I mean, not just her but all of them, even Ester.
Ugh!
Saying her name feels like I had just ate something so awful with my mouth.
The Oracle was already sitting next to me, studying me, using her hands to check up on me.
That was before the system delivered the bombshell of me being cursed.
My father just opened the door wider and just didn't bother entering, so he stood by the door.
"And what kind of magic abilities does he possess?" he asked with his voice so commanding.
"My Lord, the boy doesn't seem to be feeling good," the Oracle reported as she was busy checking up on me. She didn't really need some sort of magic to see how bad things were; no one did, because I was bedridden and I was so pale and skinny I wasn't even human anymore.
But even after seeing with his own eyes, my father really didn't seem to care.
"I don't give a damn about his well being. I just asked you a simple question. What kind of magic ability does the boy have?" my father asked again, and this time he was serious.
"Sorry, my Lord, it seems like the young master doesn't have any magic inside of him," the Oracle reported, but she sounded more like she was afraid to tell him.
After hearing that, my father didn't bother to say or do anything else. He just looked at me and looked at my mother, and the way he looked at us—though I was unsure and in most times unaware what was going around me—that day and that moment I really didn't need to see it with my own eyes. I just needed to feel it, and I did feel the hate coming from him, and it made me feel worse.
He just left us like that.
And now it was two years later. After all that, I thought that maybe for sure since they found out that I didn't have any ounce of magic in me, they were either going to treat me differently or get rid of me.
But out of the two, only one was taken to action, and that was getting treated differently.
So there I was, sitting in one of my classes, and since they didn't see me as someone who was going to be worthy to be in the battlefield, my family had decided that instead of the disposal of me there were other ways that I could prove to be useful, and that was to teach me academics. But I don't think that idea came from my father; something tells me it came from Ester.
Today was the day that I had to take one of my tests, and my tutor wasn't a tutor to be messed around with. He was an old school man who believed in corporate punishment, and today out of all days he was pretty determined to do.
In most days he was usually the first one that I would find waiting for me after I came from one of my other classes, but today I was the first one waiting for him.
He's been late for more than an hour, and I was sitting on my desk bored out of my mind. The way I was so bored, I had decided to make of those paper mache things, and if I'm being honest, I have made more than enough, meaning that I tore pages in almost my whole book.
The board was right in front of me, and what was written on it was one of my tutor's tricky attack strategy equations that he had written for me so that I could figure out, and while I was goofing off and playing around I knew the answer, but I wasn't going to bother myself to write the answer, so I left it like that.
I had already done so many things to entertain myself I literally ran out of ideas, so there I was playing with my pencil that I had decided to put between my nose and upper lip.
At first I had been looking at the time impatiently, but after a while I totally forgot about it. Little did I know that was one of my mistakes.
A thick covered layered fog appeared out of nowhere. It had formed in front of the room next to the board, and as it disappeared, a man stood in front of me.
It was my tutor. He was an old man who looked like he had been dead for more than a decade. He had his white, grey hair sticking out like he had been electrocuted. His eyes were sunken; they literally had bags underneath them. He was so tall and skinny. To finish off with his dead man look, he was so pale he didn't look like he barely had any colour on him.
"Mister Morningstar, you are busy sitting around acting all childish. You haven't even solved the equation that I left for you on the board. What do you think would be the suitable punishment for you, huh?" My tutor tried to be scary, but one thing he didn't know that after I had grown accustomed to his tricks, I was practically immune to him now.
I wasn't even caught off guard to the point that I was scared. I was already waiting for him, and that was all thanks to my system, because before he came it had alerted me.
[ Someone with a desire to cause you suffering is on his way ]
[ How do you wish to deal with him? ]
The system asked, oh, and I realised that I forgot to say, but after the whole almost dying thing the system has been frequently watching over me and guiding me.
"What options do you have for me today?" I asked the system.
[ Eliminate him or Entertain him ]
It showed me.
My tutor was wearing a long brown leather coat that had been torn, and from the way he looked, he seemed like he was not just here to teach me but to punish me, and that was obvious thanks to the torture device bag he was carrying.
I looked at him, and I looked at the bag that he was carrying. I wasn't scared or anything, so I just gave him a smirk.
I knew what was his plan all along. Like I've said before, this guy believed in corporate punishment, and so ever since he became my tutor he's been hell-bent on making my life one living hell. Every single time he would find a way to have twisted excuse to punish me.
And I remember the first time he came. He had given me a trivia that I couldn't understand, let alone know, and so when I failed it he punished me by not only snapping my fingers one by one, but he also twisted my arm. To see how crazy this old man was, he'd find satisfaction by redoing it all over again, and since he possess the power of healing he kept doing that to me for almost the whole day.
And that wasn't just the only punishment. He'd done so many twisted things, and today was no different.
I was planning on taking the second option, and that was entertaining him, but once I saw him take out his demonic parasite creatures, I changed my mind in an instant.
I got up and stood next to him, and after I wrote the answer on the board, put down the marker, and waited for him to mark me.
He looked at the board, taking his sweet time like he doesn't believe that I solved it right away, and the other part I gave the right answer.
"Impressive." He was indeed impressed.
I looked at him. "You do know that you are late?"
"You know, Mister Morningstar, you are one heck of a smart kid, and though you don't have an ounce of magical power, you make it up with your brains and intelligence." He ignored my question.
Something told me to look at the time, and I realised that his time was over.
I turned my head around and looked at my desk, and started walking towards the door.
My tutor must have been surprised, because he tried to stop me.
"And where do you think you are going?" he asked.
"You are out of time," I said without looking back nor stopping.
"Excuse me, but you'll be released by me and by the time that I see fit," he said.
Already I was in a foul mood, because as much as I loved my system, it had a downside.
And that was the fact that sometimes it gave me random orders, and these orders were the orders that I couldn't ignore, because if I did my punishment would be severe. I'd pray and hope for death.
The reason I looked at the time and had the courage to walk away from my tutor was the fact that one of those orders came.
[ Compulsory Order: You have to go to room number six, right now ]
[ Time countdown: 00:00:30 ]
As my tutor attempted to risk it all and stop me.
And after he had said what he had said, he saw that I ignored him, and that must have made him mad or given him the satisfaction of finding an excuse to do something to me.
Because I'm not sure that if he meant to do what he did after, but he just threw his parasites to me.
[ Danger coming behind you ]
[ Threat: Demon Parasites ]
[ Activating Hell Eyes ]
Right after he had thrown them my way, my hand was already by the door knob, and before I even twisted it open, I decided to look back.