In a dark forest, countless birds chirped quietly.
"Karim, can you take out the trash for me?"
"Okay mom."
"Karim, can you help draw this for me?"
"Okay dad."
"Big brother, i need help! I got scratched by that cute cat at the street!"
"Oh, i told you that it would do that, come here."
A man laid still on the ground, his head dripping with blood as he spoke. Tears fell from his face as he reminisced his family back home.
Gritting his teeth, the man let out a grunt and started crawling.
"Mom, mom, dad, Jeremy..."
"I need to got back, i have to, i want to-"
He muttered as he crawled, only stopping when there was a large boulder in front of him. The man forced his head to look at the boulder and saw something sitting on the boulder, giving him a smile.
"..."
The man stared at the being in fear, before closing his eyes. Just as he was about to accept death, the being suddenly spoke.
[Do you want power?]
The man opened his eyes and stared at the being.
"..."
The man silently stared at the being, then clenched his fist as he remembered why he was like this, how those people trampled on him just because they could.
The man looked at the being and nodded his head.
"I want power."
The being stared at him for a moment, before letting out a chuckle.
[Too bad, power that never belonged to you will never belong to you. You may be able to turn it into something that is only for you but it would never be truly yours. This is why those who use strength that came from others will never be able to beat those who used their own strength.]
[Power gained from others may be the fastest path but it is also the hardest path to follow. Hard not because of tribulations that could strengthen you, but hard because you never know how to make use of that power.]
The being spoke, it jumped down from the boulder and knelt down in front of the man.
[But i can understand why others want such easy way to achieve power. After all, developing your own is time consuming. There are practitioners of the Sword that used up their entire life just to get stronger, only to die without ever reaching the peak.]
[Power does not emerge fully formed, it needs time to bloom.]
The being then let out a chuckle, [Though i made a little something that speeds up the process.]
The being then grabbed something from the void, and held it infront of him. The man couldn't see it, he couldn't see anything that resembles an object as the being smiled.
[I called this invention, [Deus Ex Machina], the power bloomer.]