It was cold, too cold and with his partial core, there was no way he could survive the painful bites of the cold night.
He couldn't stop it.., the sob that broke through his lips. Maybe that was evidence enough to proof he had broken.
No, he had been broken long before that.
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His first sold marking, had been brutal. He had watched the blazing hot metal as it burned his neck, sizzling in deep pain, maybe that had broken him first, After all the smell of your own skin grilled wasn't something any sane person could handle. But the supremes never cared, what do they know about our pain, about his pain.
Maybe he had lost it when they'd changed the chain tag on his neck and made it a "special good." At the selection house.
Or maybe it was at the auction house when he had realized he had actually been sold. He still thought himself silly. He had been so very wrong to think he had been sold into good hands when the rich young lady had smiled and extended her hands towards him. He even thought, "it's not so bad, it's ok, maybe she'll love me just like mom loved dad."
It was not until he had been shown the dungeon that'd be his home and her psychotic laugh and watched her torture him over and over again until he submitted, he was too weak then to even laugh at his old self silly.
But that was his life since then, tortured tortured and defiled against his will.
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Sold, bought, sold, shared and sold only to be bought again. Turns out not only was he a useless male with a partial core, his core strength left was too weak to help any female ship conceive. So not only was he useless, he was also very very useless. A waste of good air...., useless, such a waste, you are nothing, you, how could you be so useless....
Maybe these words had broken him....
Maybe when he had been taken to that evil foreboding sky scraper, maybe when that magic using maniac had decided her tests were best tested on the useless male she purchased....
Maybe the constant pain had broken him...
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Being sold to the minister was worse, but not as worse as his experiences with his other female owners. On that day, he had almost batted his lashes
for her to pick him. He knew even then that that was his only chance to escape. To leave this terrible cycle of torture.
It was ok that he had to bare the burnt of his parents mistake. However what was not ok was that he had been given a punishment worse than death.
A life which he couldn't even end the torture himself. The chip in his neck made sure of that. It alerted his owners whenever he tried to drain his life force.
He was done paying, he was done being tortured. He didn't care if he lost his life while escaping either. In fact that was the intention. Run far enough to end it all, this time without interruptions.
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A female ship was never to have a full cored male to herself. Especially if she was not of higher ranking or lacked talent. His mother had been both. A commoner without rank nor talent. To the supremes, she was a waste of oxygen on earth.
However they had been too in love to share or care.
It was not their fault. He had seen them love each other. And the price they had to pay for their love? Maybe it was worth it.
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He on the other hand had been the one who was left after the chaos, to see and bear the wrath of the distasteful supremes.
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They were bound to find them even though they had lived in a remote hidden village, it was only a matter of time. And so when the supremes had come knocking, his parents had fought back fierce and strong as though they had prepared for it their entire lives.
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But who were they? They were called the supreme beings for a reason and so no matter how hard they'd fought, his parents had lost, his father had refused to live his wife to death and follow the supremes, and so he left along with his mom too.
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And there he was, wide eyed and confused and pained, a half cored male....
Back then, the supremes had looked at him with nothing but disgust. He was sent to a slave market and from there, his torture begun.
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Who would've thought he had overestimated himself when he planned his escape and finally decided to put it in action. His core was too weak, and being pursued by the vile Minister's hunting squad for days had cost him much more than he had thought.
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He had just crossed the borders to the Northern wastelands loosing his pursuers. This place was rumored to be housing a palace with a cursed queen. He remembered how his keepers who had been invited to an event on this side of the Hellvon continent would be so disturbed to have been given the invitation and yet dared not to refuse.
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But he had no choice. There was nothing he could do. The life he'd hated so much had begun to drain out of him. Bit by bit, he was succumbing to the darkness. He heaved a heavy breath as his eyes shut completely. If only he had as much power as those selfish power holders,of this kingdom - the female ships.
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Goodbye to the world he shall always hate,and to the banes that dwelled within.
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Just as he breathed his last, an iconic systemic voice echoed.
[Congratulations! Host has activated the death system after fulfilling it's first requirement. Die to activate seed"]
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However the system had not received a response, and that was because the host it was to serve had already lost his life what remained of him a cold corpse.
This was not how it would've been with other male ships should they drain their life force, they'd have enough core energy to retain a portion of soul essence for revival if the help was supplied early. That was what was to happen to Vuke, however he had died completely, he didn't have any essence to spare...
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The silence didn't live long as the once dead male heaved a deep sigh once again. As though brought back from death. However his eyes once silver were now a complete black. It wasn't Vuke anymore. Anyone who knew the enslaved half cored male well would see the slight difference in his disposition. This new guy was rather less dispirited and more enraged almost burning with fury and vengeance.
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Who would have thought the new comer would not only be brought back to life from whatever place he had died but will also receive a free system someone in this world had died to awaken. If the system recognize what had happened, well, it didn't say. Was it the cause of the miraculous soul transfer? Well,.. no one could tell either.
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However the next words of the system might have maybe slipped a piece of information.....
[Welcome new interesting ,host. For completing the mission, you shall receive a reward...]