HAREM: Obtaining The System Heart, Limitless System Copying.

CHAPTER 4

After the soul weapon inheritance ritual, he couldn't bear to stay at the house as the thought of the weapons continued to drown his mind.

The heralds proving his inevitable end left him without a shroud of hope for what good the world might hold for him. The cascade of misfortune that flowed around him was easily noticeable to anyone who knew his story, especially himself.

This besieged world had seemingly cloaked him in hopelessness and helplessness with no chance of changing his fate, his mind occasionally drawn to the question of what would have happened had he been born without any knowledge of the world.

A dreadful thought, and one that was the only reason why he was grateful even with the current condition he was in.

Though he had come to enjoy the scenery and draw his mind away from the recent ritual, images of the cursed weapons continued to pop into his mind.

" Damnit." He would continuously say as he constantly shook his head in an attempt to change his imagination.

The overwhelming thought, clouding him in misery continued to torment him to no end as the hot morning slowly turned into a sunny afternoon.

Seated at the top of a hilltop, he was feeling the scorching heat of the sun as much as everyone who wasn't under a shed, but he wasn't bothered by it at all.

" Why was it me?" He continued to mumble with his right hand placed atop his head.

The mystery of faith had truly left him in such a sullen mood. How had his faith been woven?

After a long while of sitting on the hilltop in solitude, the clouds slowly began to turn dark as a chilling breeze across his face, amidst the now cool afternoon.

The sun had become clouded as the winds went raging, heralding a rain. How stormy it would be was up to time to tell. The downpour came, sooner than he had expected, but he remained where he was regardless.

Muddy footsteps began approaching him from behind, but it was only after he caught a glimpse of someone standing by his side that he actually moved his body after so many hours.

" You're Lady Olivia's son, right? Next, Nexus, Nexus, right?" A childlike male voice came soon after the person's arrival.

It was obviously a male now standing by his side with an umbrella over their head. The rain had stopped pouring down on him as soon as the boy arrived, but he didn't bother to look up at the boy.

" And isn't there someone waiting for you at home right now?" He questioned, turning his gaze away completely from the boy, " I just need some peace and quiet, so please, leave me alone."

The boy slowly left him after he made his request but the downpour on his body didn't continue — the boy had left his umbrella above him so the rain wouldn't beat him.

The kind gesture was one that immediately caught his attention and he looked up to see a sculpture of earth holding firmly the umbrella that was now his only shed from the rain.

" Maybe, I should go home." He thought, looking up at the sky.

After a few more minutes of consideration, he finally decided to pick up the umbrella that the boy had left him. It had been raining for a while, and the resounding thunderclaps had only gotten worse.

A blinding flash of lighting came just as he was about to take a step down the hill. His eyes were blinded and he ended up slipping on the muddy ground, rolling all the way down to the bottom of the hill.

It was all but faith playing its cards against him once again, slowly leading him toward a destiny shrouded in nothing but darkness.

A broken arm was the least of his worries after five years in the world he now found himself in. Right then, he was taking his first steps towards changing his faith.

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It was only after a few more hours that the rain finally seized. He had made his way home about an hour before that, he didn't go inside the house.

Seated on the pavement with his legs slightly bent forward, he had his head held down and his palm on his forehead, drowned in deep thoughts.

" Hey, Nexus right?" A voice called out to him, promptly snapping him out of his daze, " The umbrella, can I have it back?"

Out of thought and back to his senses, he looked up to see who it was that had called his name, the first he ever looked up after so long.

The boy simply stood there, staring at him with a hint of disdain in his eyes. A sullen frown was being directed towards the boy he was looking at — as much as he wanted to help Nexus he could but only think that his attitude wasn't the best.

Buy even at that, he decided to try anyway,

" Aren't you going to have a shower? You're covered in dirt, or isn't your mum around? There should be someone she left to take care of you right?" He continuously asked, slowly leaning towards the door to the side, " Hey! Is anyone in there!?"

" Someone's coming, I guess I'll be leaving then." He said, forcing a smile on his face before quickly walking away with his umbrella.

It wasn't long after he left that a maid came walking out of the building, trying so hard to exhibit poise as she slowly put her foot past the door frame.

" Oh dear." She said with a loud gasp the moment she set her eyes on the poor boy lying helplessly against the wall.

He had passed out from all the worry and fatigue and was in a stupor. He was quickly brought in and showered, but it wasn't long before he was back to his senses.

His gaze was blurry at first, his head hurting and his mind filled with afterimages of the nightmare he just had — they were all inspired by his ponders.