His own nightmare

The first thing Owne did, was cover his crotch with his left hand. As the vulture got closer, his instinct kicked in and he used the back of his right palm to swat it away. The energy in him causing the impact to be more than he intended it to be. The vulture swung backward and hit a stone carved into the wall of the cave. 

Owen watched as it fell to the ground and stopped moving. 

Maybe it was dead. 

Mine it was still alive 

One thing he knew was that it wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. 

"Quickly. Let's leave this place." He gestures to his AI who follows behind him. He counted hundred steps even as he ran from the cave of 1000 vultures. It wasn't until be had counted to 100 did he stop to take a deep breath. His chest felt extremely tight and something seem to be moving in his stomach. Like an energy was rushing through him but was only focused in a part of his body. Within few seconds he was rooted to the spot and couldnt even move a muscle. An excruciating pain shot from his stomach to his whole body causing him to drop on his knees and curl into a ball. 

His AI watched as he twitched his face in pain and gasped for air. 

A minute after, the pain was gone. Almost as if it never happened. Apart fron the feeling of weakness he felt in his limbs, he might have even thought he had been imagining the pain. 

"What was that? I thought I would faint." He directs the question to his AI after getting on his feet. 

The cheerful girl placed her hand on his chest waited for few seconds. "You have created a soul." She explains looking slightly surprised. "Without a mission, you created a soul." She repeats giving him a quick glance all over his body. 

Owen felt conscious of his maked state and covers his crotch. "A soul? What is that? A term in the system?" 

A page popped up on his system defining a soul and he read it out loud. 

'Soul: the sole purpose of the system. Refers to what the hostacquires after completing a mission.' 

He was confused but he didnt show it. He has read a lot of system books and not once did any of them have something like a soul. Isnt a soul what a human requires to be alive? If he has created it, does that not mean, he cant create humans? He shook the ridiculous thought out of his head and began walking forward, his AI quietly walking beside him. He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask the AI, but now wasnt the time. He was more concerned about leaving the forest alive. How he would get a transport and where would he find something to cover his naked body?

He stops to take deep breaths when his system begins to issue a warning sign. The system appears in front of him, now coloured red unlike the normal green color he had seen. 

'Sensibility has picked up the scent of an enemy.' 

Owen looks around him and couldn't sense anything. 

"Hey, do you sense anything?" 

His AI gave him a weird look and shook her head. "I dont notice any…" she suddenly stops talking as she starts to face away.

"What the..why are you fading?" He tried to grab onto her but she had faded into thin air. 

'Dear host, an enemy will approach from the south. Defeat enemy and level up by three levels.'

Owens eyes were as wide as saucers. Level up by three levels? He is currently at level one, the most basic level. If defeating this enemy would level his system to a level four, does that not simply mean that his opponent is a formidable one? 

Judging by how weak he is, he will probably go back to the grave he came from. Without thinking twice, he decided to run but hadnt even taken a step when he felt a swoosh of air pass by him. He looks behind him, his heart starting to beat fast. The leaves were rustling and the darkness seem to be against him as it made the trees cast scary shadows against the ground. 

"Is someone there? Listen I dont know how to fight. How about you leave me alone. I am willing to negotiate." He confesses. 

Another strong wind blew in front of him and he quickly turns round only to come face to face with a man wearing a mask. His knees became weak and he took shaky steps backwards. His hand consciously flying to cover his crotch. 

The man wore a bland white mask, that gave room for only the eyes and mouth. But there was something weird and scary about the mask. It wasn't the oval shape of the mask nor was it the way the space for the mouth was especially round and the eyes a triangle shape. 

It was the feeling the mask gave off. It gave off a feeling that made cold sweat break on his forehead. The air on his body stood erect, all aware that they were in danger. 

"Who...who are you?" He gave the man a quick glance, taking in his dark hairy robe that went past his knee and dark pants that covered even his feets. He had a scythe hung on his back and his hands were calmly placed behind him. 

The man stood erect, staring at Owen. He couldn't see his eyes even through the rectangular shape of his mask. All he could see was a dark void. A void he knew was watching him. 

"After making it unavailable for years, I thought they had someone special who will inherit it." The man begins saying as he slowly starts to circle around Owen. "Who would have thought it would be activated by a weakling like you. Preparing to run?" The man let out an evil laughter that made Owen shudder. "I will be back in three months for a level two fight. Although, I doubt you will be able to touch me." He brought his hand forward and Owen noticed he has a white triangle shape on the back of his palm. His left hand disappears to his pocket and he threw Owen some money before reaching behind him and throwing him a cloth. 

Confused, Owen stares at the money and cloth at his feet before staring back at the man. He didnt say another word and just turned around. The length of his scythe hanging at his back, almost reaching his ankle. 

Turning his head to the side, he informs in a gentle voice. "Owen, if I were you I would gently hand over the system when I return in three months. The gods isnt for weakling like you." He then vanished before Owen could get a word out. 

Bending to pick the cloth, he unwraps it and places the robe around his body feeling a sense of protection he didnt feel from being naked. He then picks the money and places it in his pocket. He noticed his system AI appear by his side.

Owen stares in the direction the man had vanished and pulls up a side of his lip. Never has his ego being bruised so much.

"A weakling?" He repeats feeling a fire burning inside of him. "Hand it over?" He raised his head into the sky and smirks. "Heaven knows I would never." 

He lowers his head and gave his AI a side looped smile. 

This system, he would make it his. 

By whatever means necessary. In three months, the man would not be facing Owen but his own nightmare.