Chapter 438 [438] Eyes as deep as the abyss.[4]

After Agri had consoled Elijah, he was running back to the city whilst I was lost in thoughts.

'So are these trials just a memory playback?'

I asked myself. The content of these trials was strange. If my guess was correct... I was currently living Elijah's memories.

But are these memories actual memories? Or just those fabricated by the tower?

They feel real, but at the same time I cannot be sure. The tower is a trickster, a schemer.

Who knows, these memories could be fake for all I know.

That was the first thing...now onto the second thing.

What's the purpose?

Surely, the Tower has to have a clear condition or a purpose for the trials, and if it does have one, What am I supposed to do?

Until now, I have not been able to control Elijah's body at all, never have I ever been able to move with my own volition.

I can't even feel anything besides the pain Elijah is dealt with or his intense emotions. It is as if my body, my mind, and everything is slowly becoming him.

I am more empathetic, more...like Elijah.

Every second that pa.s.ses, I am becoming like him. It's quite an irritating feeling.

'Anyways...is there no clear condition?'

Bringing myself back to the original question, I wondered if this was just a replay or I actually have to get involved at some point. If I have to get involved, things won't go by smoothly because I have almost no knowledge about what Elijah can do at this point in time. If I have to get into action I think I can only use this body...none of my original skills and move sets will be available to me.

I don't even know what rank he is! All I know is about his unique skill ||DECIMATION||. I know only of that, nothing else.

And even about Decimation, I only know that it increases the user's capabilities by ten for a short duration of time, at the heavy cost of one's own health.

That's all I know. I am sure there are even more terrifying effects but I don't have the means to access them.

"Sigh..."

Letting out a sigh, I could only pray that I didn't have to get involved, at least not yet at least.

If a few more battles occur where Elijah is in the lead, I can learn what he is able to do and maybe utilize it...But that is a big if.

'Well, I can only pray.'

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[Inside the City, Elijah Ardor POV.]

"..."

After the attack had happened, and whilst I was running away I received the notification from the tower that I had advanced into the next floor soon after.

I was glad at first, but when I was transported to the next floor...all the happiness faded away in an instant.

"Come on! Hurry up and get inside!"

The man in front yelled, his voice, enhanced with a foul mana penetrated my ears and almost made them bleed.

Where I was currently at...was at the border of the city and stationed in a line...This line consisted of many like me.

Or rather Alan I should say.

It was filled with orphans, all those that had lost their parents or guardians in the horrific attack, who had no homes or any family left as well.

They were all being transported to somewhere...in those shady trucks.

'Those trucks...something feels off.'

As I looked at the transport trucks of the Union that had come to take us...I felt something was off, very off.

Although I was sure that they belonged to the Union...the insignia and material they were made of were the same...

But something felt off, those trucks...and especially the people that had come with them seemed to be wrong. My gut was telling me...

Don't get inside.

It was warning me, to never ever step foot inside the trucks. My entire body was screaming that.

Alas, I couldn't do anything but push the wheelchair of my 'sister'. Or rather Alan's sister further.

'So this is Samantha huh...'

I had heard about Alan's sister, someone who he almost never talked about but also somehow cared for her deeply. I had heard she had been crippled due to some incident...but never had I expected that the incident would be the destruction of Aror city.

Furthermore...her body is currently filled with the power of the malicious curse of demons...the same one that infected Elton.

'...so you were going through this too huh.'

I felt sorry for the girl, currently she was peacefully sleeping in her wheelchair, which was obviously too big for her right now but...

I can't possibly even fathom the amount of pain she is enduring...Even Elton, as a grown man sometimes cried from the pain of the curse.

Yet Samantha was just a little girl...

'...'

I don't even want to think about it. I just want to know whether Alan was able to succeed and cure her...or maybe lessen her pain.

Elton already had various painkillers and potions to somewhat alleviate the pain...But I don't think this girl can take those medicines.

"Alan Peccator, Samantha Peccator! come here."

Ah! The d.a.m.n high pitched voice rang out again and my ears bled.

Because of the noise, Samantha had woken up and was crying. I can't blame her, not only is the man screaming at children, the curse is probably eating her alive. The pain is probably a lot for an elementary school kid.

"Stop crying and come over here."

Does he not know how to treat children, who are still grieving?! Is he r.e.t.a.r.ded or just a cold piece of trash?

Even though I wanted to say something...I couldn't do anything but walk forward.

Samantha, continued crying, like many of the children here.

'I gue-'

Just then, something caught my eye, from far away I could see...myself?

Bright orange hair, red scarlet eyes...and those facial features.

Yeah...that's me!

Although I could only get a glimpse...I was sure that was me.

I ignored the cries of everyone, and tried my best to turn Alan's head, however my efforts were cut short by a man approaching us, yelling.

"Hey! I told you to shut up, didn't I?!"

He was not addressing me, but rather Alan's little sister...Samantha.

"..."

"Shut u-?!"

And then it all happened like an instant, an intense malice filled my heart as I stared at the man with my abyssal black eyes.

At that moment, it was as if I and this body had become one...

We both wanted to rip that b.a.s.t.a.r.d to shreds, until no one could recognize his miserable face.