Hearing his words, I was feeling the need to ask about the details, but my blood that was flowing like a waterfall wasn't letting me, so I had to endure every sort of bullshit until I could put this pen in my core.
Well, I was taking such trouble because I didn't want to return that pen, as it was more like a one-time opportunity, so there was no fucking way I was returning my pen.
But hey, no motherfucker will say that it wasn't mine in the first place because I found it, so it was mine, and I just met this guy a few minutes back, so why the fuck should I try to act like a saint and return him his pen when I can just help him escape this prison, and he would be a lifetime slave to my help?
So I had to focus entirely on taking my pen inside, so with a deep breath, I focused most of my energy and tried to drag it in, and I was even getting successful until this motherfucker Ashoka gave me a smack on my head while asking, 'Brat, what are you doing? You look like you shit your clothes!"
Feeling this slap made my injuries far worse because my entire focus was on pain and my core, but due to this nut, my energy and Pen's energy backlashed each other and caused my blood vessels to break, and blood started spilling on the ground.
Due to my clothes, the blood was taking much time to overflow, while my breaths were surely heavy, but still I forced my expressions by saying, "Creep, I am not stone-hearted like you; I feel the pain of others. What could you even expect from a teenage boy?"
Hearing my words, he looked at me while forcing a smile and spoke to that king to continue the story.
But I could understand from Ashoka's expressions that he knows something is wrong, but understanding the situation, he tried to divert attention from me.
Seeing that this nut still had some brain left, I took a few breaths of calmness and activated my outfit's abilities to regenerate.
To think that I would be forced to activate its real abilities here only, I surely underestimated the situation and injured myself to such a devastating state.
As I activated my outfit, my wounds started to fill in an instant, and energy also started to flow naturally. Feeling that my thirst for thrill nearly killed me back then, I was somewhat feeling bad about this habit.
But something nice came my way, a thing that was truly a lifesaver, a notification: "'The Pen of Fate' has been awakened from its another seal. Due to the collision of energies, the pen has mutated to bound nature. The Pen thinks of you as his creator; your favorability with Pen has been greatly increased!"
Hearing such words of pleasure, I was feeling nothing but blessed by fate; seriously, I even managed to fool the pen into considering me as his creator.
Well now I didn't even have to put it inside of my core anymore because in games, bound nature was a type of quality that arose when we used it for some time, and the most lovely part about this ability was it doesn't allow any other person to use them in anything, not as a weapon or as defense!
So you see, basically I just managed to secure my ownership of it, and now even if the pen itself wants to leave me, it can't. So feeling such happiness, I quickly used my void energy and shifted the pen from inside to inventory.
Now I could hear the tale of this guy, so I spoke while drinking my drink: "What do you mean, old man? How can you just randomly say that otaku betrayed you when you didn't tell us the details?"
Hearing my words and feeling composure back, Ashoka gave me a smile while supporting my words: "Yeah, old man, you can't just throw shit on this brat's disciple like this. What have you thought about him? Don't you fear the wrath of the child demon?"
Hearing our words, he looked at us while drinking his drink in a pretty depressing gaze and spoke with a defeated tone: "Seeing you people talk about him reminds me of old times, but knowing that he will again stab someone like me in the back, I can't just bear to watch it!"
Seeing his composure and tone, we both knew that this guy was way too serious with his words and messing around would be equal to breaking the heart of the dead.
So Ashoka spoke in a firm manner while pouring him a drink: "Old man, we know that you are in great pain, but until you tell us the entire thing, we won't be able to understand the reason or incident, so please tell us, what did that creep do to you guys to break you to this point?"
Hearing his words, Jivan spoke while taking deep breaths: 'Ok, I will tell you my story, but you both have to promise me something. If you both can promise to find my pen, I will tell you the tale that still feels like a fresh wound around my heart!"
Hearing his words, my eyes somewhat turned wide because I didn't expect this bastard to just ask for my heart, as if it was nothing.
Ashoka, hearing his words, was quite confused and spoke in a firm manner: "Old man, first thing: it was you who came to us while blabbering that the otaku betrayed you, and second thing: why should we even fucking help you for some old random tale? Who knows if it is even true or you just made it up!"
Hearing his words, I saw a glimpse of hope, as I realized that I was not in the position of need, and why should I even help him with anything?
Because I didn't steal anything from him, I am not obliged to give him that thing back, as out of kindness, of course, I could help him by taking him out of this prison, so now I just had to play along with Ashoka's confusion, and boom, I will be free from this stupidity!"