1 1. Criminal

"Ahhh"

Tied to a pillar was a young man screaming in agony receiving hits by metal batons clutched by men in uniforms. The circumference of the batons was no joke. Receiving continuous blows from it could shatter bones. In fact, the young man's bones were cracked to the point he cannot move his limbs.

"Bastard!"

The warden who beat him to the point he'd reach the verge of death stopped after being fed up.

"This son of a bitch!"

A man yelled and drew his pocket knife out of his pocket.

The young man's pupil dilated as the man took his knife towards his face lifting his head up.

"Ahhh!" The wounded young man cried out in agony as he made a big cut stretching from his eyebrow to the cheek.

Once cutting him, the jailer pushed his face away and the young man's face fell downward whilst bleeding. He didn't have anybody to vouch for him. Even though his family is rich, they didn't come to bail him out.

"Arghh Arghh!"

The young man just groaned, gritting his teeth.

Crimes against women sure weren't something that could be taken lightly. The Youngman has agonized to the point he wished he'd die.

"Put him inside the cell." The warden ordered and his subordinate untied the Youngman from the pillar.

Dragging the bloodied man through the corridor that was filled with the cells on the sides the jailer began going through the paper that contained the details of the young man.

"Name, Vader... A peasant without Stellar ... "

Stellar is an ability that's innate to one's self. One can wield fire, water, or any other element to will and other types of supernatural powers. It is more like a god-given trait or phenomenon which has been happening for a millennium. People awaken it when they reach the age of five but, unfortunately, Vader wasn't gifted. Though that didn't stop him from pursuing his goals.

The jailer stopped and looked at the bleeding Youngman and asked. "You are an insignificant guy aren't you?"

"Bastard dared to make a cut on my face!" The other jailer who was dragging him along frowned. It seems he just repaid what he received since his face was also covered with bandages.

"You just had to fight us back then didn't you? This is why you have to suffer."

The jailer declared and stopped in front of a cell that was wholly covered in darkness. There wasn't a single pathway for the light to enter the room.

And the room didn't seem larger than five feet in breadth and length. One should have to sit in a crouching posture to be able to be inside the room.

"Rot here!"

The jailer yelled and kicked him in.

The room reeked of the smell of blood. Shutting the door the men walked away.

'I am a criminal...'

Vader muttered sitting inside the darkroom gritting his teeth.

'I want to die!'

He thought and began to hit his head against the wall with immense force.

'I want to die!' He thought and repeated to hit his head against the metal gate once again. He was already bleeding a river as such he'd die if he were to get his head cracked.

His girlfriend cheated on him. He didn't have a sliver of talent in using Stellar capabilities and was called a cripple.

However, those didn't stop him from achieving his goal. his mother struggled hard enough to pay for his studies. Though he didn't possess the talent nor the potential to become a scavenger yet, he joined the capital's best academy only because of the girl he loved.

Things took a turn in a way he didn't expect. Having lost his girlfriend who persuaded him to join the academy.

'I want to di...'

He thought and when his head was about to collide with the gate, it was opened by the jailer.

"Seems goddess of fortune is on your side," The jailer said, looking down on him after throwing his uniform.

It was the moment for the first time in a long time the heavens heard his cry and sent someone to help him but unfortunately, he blacked out upon losing so much blood.

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"Ahh!"

Yelling in a loud voice he opened his eyes. He was holding a pen in his hand and opposite him was a blueprint of an unfamiliar figure.

'A metal golem?'

He questioned and looked at it with fascination.

It was something beyond his comprehension but when he simply glanced at the blueprint, his mind began to derive formulas and their mechanisms. It was as though he was receiving information from a source at an alarming speed that he felt like his head would burst.

Pressing his hands on his forehead he fell to the floor whilst gritting his teeth. His limbs weren't in his control. Neither was his eyes and mind. His eyes rolled towards the ceiling and the corner of his mouth arched to one side. He was receiving memories of several blueprints, principles, basics, and everything about mechanics.

The information was so heavy that he couldn't;t breathe and upon pressing his hand on his chest he noticed that it was rather fleshy, unlike his regular self.

It was at that moment, he noticed himself in the mirror that was on the floor. His facial structure seemed rather soft unlike his regular self and his vessel seemed quite short. It was the image of someone obese. The image showed a pitiful young man whose legs didn't have the strength to carry his body. This explained why he couldn't even lift his body.

Immediately a sharp pain tingled inside his head and the memories of the owner flooded through him.

[Past name: Kumara Lingam]

[Age deceased: 19]

[Cause: Heart stroke, obesity]

'What?'

He blurted in a daze as he watched countless pictures appear and disappear in front of him.

<100% Inheritance has been completed.>

He didn't understand anything but tears slowly dripped down. The fat man was none other than himself and he died due to a heart stroke. He was a genius among geniuses that had the potential to become a legend in his world but fate was rather cruel.

He was not more than 20 when he died. He was often ridiculed for his fat looks and bullied to the point he chose to become a shut-in. As such he just sat inside his room and continued to work on the things that were possible and died doing what he loved. However, he couldn't step out of his house to show his talent to the world.

Limgam's parents were killed by some road robbers when he was eighteen very particularly when he was hospitalized for attempting suicide. Having none to speak and take care of him, he had to live a secluded life with none to even care about his death.

Ba-dump! Ba-dump!

Suddenly Vader's heart began to beat Wilder and wilder this was the moment he truly opened his eyes. It seemed like he just had a nightmare, that at one point even though his head was still aching and that it was really his past life.

"am I in the dorms?"

He questioned himself and scanned his surroundings using his right eye since the other side was covered with bandages.

He was inside a large room lying atop of a bunk bed which was just opposite the window which possessed an exquisite view of the moon and the buildings in the capital.

"I am glad that you woke up," Said the young man standing under his bed.

"?" Vader lust blinked his eyes and looked at him with a question mark on the top of his head.

He couldn't understand what happened or how he was pardoned. Possibly it was because of this young master.

However, at that instance, his mind was filled with rage reminiscing about the woman who was the root of all the mess he had to go through.

He was falsely accused. His name has been tainted. From this point on, he will be seen as a murderer for the rest of his life. And his livelihood and dreams were totally destroyed in a few instances of that day.

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