The Nightmare system

It was hard to live with no talent....

Brutally so considering the world he dwelt, everyone capable of great feats of magic or skill. Everyone that is except for him, no talent for weapons and a complete lack of magic, hell he couldn't even show potential as a farmer.

Thus his torment began, his pathetic existence known to the locals and quickly discovered by visitors kept him in a constant state of despair and that's how he ended up in his current situation.

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Holding a bloody hunk of metal the youth looked at the body of a Guilder, the person was a recurring visitor and a great tormentor to the youth.

The youth stared at the body his mind reeling from his crime but a darker side of him justified it though it did nothing to soothe him

As he sat there trying to come to terms with what he had done those cursed words appeared in his view.

[Evil selected, do enjoy]

As those words faded his eyes focused on the blue orb floating above the man's corpse. Without any warning the orb shot into his stomach.

Soon his head was filled with the memory of a skill, clutching his head and a new burst of strength. It was then with curious eyes he watched the man's weapons shattered and began piecing itself to the metal bar he was holding in a haphazard fashion.

Now he held a jagged piece of metal with a crude handle, coming back to his senses he ran through the man's pockets and left hoping none had seen his misdeed.

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Awaking the next day he went about his usual routine of waking up but found that jagged blade wouldn't leave his side. He first realized it when he got out of bed and heard it scraping the ground dragging itself to him. It was eery and sent a shiver down his spine at first.

However as it continued to try the lad felt comforted by the blade's perceived effort.

Finishing up his morning routine he looked at the blade and noticed that there was writing similar to that of the words that appeared when he killed the Guilder.

[Edge Fiend: the partner selected by a nightmare. This once humble iron bar was given new purpose when used to enact vengeance. (Weapons consumed:1)]

The description caused him to gain a serious look.

The situation wasn't making sense to him, it was unheard of even in this fantasy world.

The odd words and now this weapon description, but then he thought to the previous night....

"That orb...." He muttered as he recalled how the knowledge of a skill was implanted in his head and the strength he felt in that moment.

Thinking about it would only do so much, as such he decided to go and test the idea running through his mind.

-------- Goblin forest

Walking through the forest he was perturbed to find that he was being avoided, almost as if the little creatures knew he was coming.

Growling in frustration he decided he would do something dangerous and traveled directly to a goblin camp. Upon arrival he was met with a bizarre sight as the creatures had one of their own tied to a post.

The rest were backed up and low to the ground in a show of submission, they watched as the lad came to their comrade who was struggling with all it's might.

"Rip Strike..." Muttered the lad as he swung his blade a way that tore the innards from the goblin.

Soon a orb was floating there before being sucked into his left hand this time, this was followed with the knowledge of a spell and a unfamiliar warmth as he raised his left hand.

'Flames' came the thought as he burned the corpse.

All around the goblins stared in mortified awe before they cheered.

"It nasty"

"It cruel"

"It like us"

Came the words causing the lad to become confused as he didn't know the creatures could communicate.

"You can speak?" Questioned the lad.

"It can talk to us"

"How peculiar it is"

"Goblin King will want to know"

"Grogna, tend to it"

"See it is happy"

At these words a tiny green figure made her way to the lad

"Grogna hope it is pleased" spoke the little green woman her sharp teeth in the shape of a pleasing smile.

The lad didn't know how to react to this and was going to burn the creature.

"It is still hungry, Grogna will take it to feed...." Spoke the girl quickly lest she be next.

The goblin girl took the lad to a field where several old wolves laid spending their final days in peace.

"It feeds on old pack" explained Grogna gesturing to the old wolves.

Understanding this as another sacrifice he attacked causing the rest to growl and do their best to coordinate and attack. Alas the old canines were already on their last legs.

In the aftermath several orbs shot to his stomach while two shot to his left hand causing claws to grow and it to bulk up slightly.

No these orbs were a bit different it seemed as he only felt his body become stronger besides the one skill he received.

However little did he realize that his eyes were now sharper and golden like that of the wolves as well as his hair had become like their fur.

Grogna looked to the lad in what he could only assume was a pleasing manner.

"It eat good?" Came her question.

A sick pleasure bubbled up seeing the fear hidden behind her look of subservience.

"I did." Came the simple reply as he didn't even realize his own pleasure.

However it was at this time he noticed the sun was setting and made his way back to town leaving Grogna to watch his back as she went to report his exit.

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In town people's eyes were drawn to him immediately, the drastic changes and that jagged blade leaving them with a disturbed feeling.

"Oi Drake, we were looking for you. You skipped your shift at the tavern, the old lady said to teach you about being lazy if we saw you." Grinned a girl with red hair and fiery eyes.

"You should reconsider, you won't like the consequences.." came Drake's warning as he flexed his left while holding Edge Fiend in his right

"Just cause you look a little different doesn't mean anything and who are you bluffing with that junky piece of metal. Tre, take him." Laughed the red haired girl.

The assumed Tre appeared behind him and made to stab but Drake's clawed hand latched onto his face digging in deeply.

He was then stabbed by Edge Fiend, causing those watching to be shocked as those many knives shattered and joined Edge Fiend making it more sleek and whole while some took on a new shape and became little jagged blades that now clung to his chest.

As this happened the orb that the corpse produced flew to his stomach, causing him to grin as a new skills was learned. He grabbed one of the little jagged blades and flung it with deadly accuracy killing a person wearing a robe and many pouches.

"Areus!" Shouted the red haired girl as she turned frightened eyes to Drake.

"What kind of skill did you awaken..." She remarked as she fled with the remaining member of her group.

Areus's pouches seemed to become vapor as they flew into Drake's mouth causing his his sharpened teeth to take a dirty tinge. This followed by the orb flying to his stomach granted him a new skill.

Rummaging the pockets of his victims he found some interesting things but he didn't understand their use. However he found money which he could use.

He stood up and grinned at the sight of more of his abusers dead, a sense of superiority filling his being as he went to the tavern.

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