Hellish Darkness
"H...uh..." I groan. My entire body hurts and I can't move a muscle. Not only that, the strength to open my eyes isn't there.
Where am I?
Am I not dead yet?
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What more do they want from me...?
It's always been like this, the strong do whatever they want to the weak.
My father tried to protect a young girl that escaped from her kidnappers. The Wulin Alliance took over and took the girl in, promising my father that they will find her parents.
However, the next day, my father went missing. Only after 2 months do we find the corpse of my father, malnourished and beaten up.
The Wulin Alliance and the white factions did not even give us a shred of attention. Because we are ants to them, there is no need to care about an ant's death.
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We didn't do anything wrong. We constantly helped people in need and treat guests with respect. Yet why?
What did we do wrong?
For my village to be slaughtered so mercilessly...
No, I don't care about my village, my relationships with the rest weren't good ones because of my persistent behaviour; they often criticise my illusion about changing my fate with my own hands when I don't even have a meridian or dantian.
What I cared about is my parents...and my brother.
My brother was kidnapped the moment he was born. I wasn't able to see even a glimpse of his face.
My mother was frail and sick. But even so, she tried her best with a smile on her face every day. She was the angel of my life.
My father was foolish but he was immensely kind. He played and even taught me skills despite his hectic schedule.
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I want to change. I hate my weak self.
I want to change...and kill every single one of those bastards!!
With gritted teeth, I force my body to move. Albeit opening my eyes, I see nothing. But I can hear the sound of my movement and I can feel the cold rock.
Where am I?...
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*growl*
No, at this rate, I will starve to death. Even if one life remains, I am not giving up this life so easily.
I can feel something walking over my hand, something with lots of ticklish pointy feet... A centipede?
A centipede...cannot be eaten raw... But...I don't have a choice.
The worst thing that can happen is poisoning. I gulp and grab hold of the long bug. With trembling arms, I hold the centipede near my mouth and munch on the crunchy creature.
!!!
"ACK ACK!!!"
My body immediately rejects the gross bug. Yet, I force myself to swallow.
"UCK!! ACK ACK!!"
No... I must not spit it out. Even if it feels like tasting moulded wood, I must swallow!
"Huff...Huff...Huff" my breathing fills the silent atmosphere.
I need to survive...
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*drip drip*
The sound of water is coming from behind. I walk back until I can feel droplets crashing on my head.
Thirsty... I don't care if it's polluted, I need to drink.
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How long has it been? The only thing I've been feeding myself are bugs and water. My stomach feels funny ever since I tasted this water as an occasional outburst of pain occurs in my abdomen...
But, I'm starting to see in the dark. My eyes have grown accustomed to this shadow and my sense of hearing and touch is greatly enhanced.
I realise that I am in a small cavern that is closed off. A rectangular carving is right in front of me, which I assume is the door to this place. However, no matter how much I kick or push, it won't bulge.
*tititititi*
My hand shoots at the sound to my right, grabbing a beetle. Without a piece of hesitation, I gulp the beetle down. I no longer need to use my eyes to "see"; the whole cavern has become my body's domain...
*creak*
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That sound, it's coming from the door?
As the door opens, slips of light pierce through the dark.
"ARGH!!" I scream as I quickly cover my eyes. The blinding light is too much for my body.
I can feel the heat... That light was just a mere torch? Such belittle illumination felt like staring right into the sun.
"Haha... This place fucking stinks...well, I was not wrong about you."
!!!!!
That voice... It's a rough voice that has a habit of periodic hoarseness. I remember this voice, it's the man who tortured me.
"It's you..." I mumble. It feels weird to talk after such a long time.
I can visualize the shape of his body, down to every dent and peak.
He attempts to take a rock near and throw it at me.
!?
I easily grab the rock in its projectile path.
"It's amazing isn't it." The man says. "The changes to your body that is."
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I cannot deny it. Without even opening my eyes, I could vision the rock and perfectly time my hand based on my hearing and the vibration I feel. I've been living the life of a "blind" person trapped in a dark cave...
The man puts the flame out on the torch. "Is this much more comfortable for you?"
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"I am Fan Ling, the Fourth Blood of the Blood sect, captain of the shadow assassin squad. You are now a disciple under me whether you like it or not. Tell me, do you want to live?" He says.
"Yes..." I reply.
"Good, then it's best for you to be obedient."
I nod.
He smirks. "Follow me."
I follow him out of the cavern, my hell for...god knows how long.
Very lightly glowing stones are placed in the corridor, at an interval of about 1 metre apart. Despite the ridiculously mild light, it is enough for me to perfectly see the entire place.
Fan Ling throws a glance at me. "Eat this, you look like a skeleton."
He throws a brown pill at me.
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Grain Pill
-Satiates Hunger
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I gulp it down and my stomach feels better.
"Brace your eyes, intense luminous will be shining soon." Says Fan Ling, handing me a strip of dark cloth.
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I tie the cloth around my eyes as we enter a gleaming room.