Chapter 12 - Voldemort who?
Introductions are in order, after all, it is good manners. (Pride)
I am someone that has been, still am but will never be. For I do not exist and therefore will never be. (A Wannabe)
All god complex speech aside though, I am some poor schmuck that now suffers from multiple personality disorder due to all the unfair events that happened to me. (Cowardice)
I really don't want to be a downer by doing this whole woe is me shit. That's shit is too troublesome. (Sloth)
Where have all the bitches gone? I really need some warm wet hole to destroy. (Lust)
Then again, I don't think a tight vagina is a top priority right now. Some good warm food will do my empty stomach just right though. (Gluttony)
Yes, this was me now. A Wannabe prideful godling with too much wrong with him to be of worth. Becoming some shitty version of the Sevens was not on my to-do list.
[PROPHECIES CHOSEN] LVL MAX
When the moment comes that the dark one returns, a refusal shall cause an age of kinship and the end of peace.
+10% Luck on all encounters requiring the Luck Stat.
+Selective Events are triggered every year.
SERIOUSLY! HOW?!
!Dark One returned!
PLaYEr mERgEd wITH tHE dArk oNe and refused to accept mergence.
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And of course, merging with a shitty buggy system leads to bug fest 2000.
But that allowed me some lee-way. You see due to divinity and a buggy system I was able to see past the game.
So far the Game was just a very realistic VR / AR. But I now knew and had ways around it.
I had a buggy system with APIs and many viruses to get a backdoor into the realm of souls of the so-called Developer and his little toys and tools.
Forcing an exit from the Game into the Void without time, I use what little divinity I have to Cast a spell equivalent to the Horcrux but more aligned with gods to use to create their mortal avatars.
I used bits of my own soul, systems, and the rest from The Developer's Shed to separate the multiple personalities from myself and cast them 'outside'. They would no longer be in the direct influence or even in the vision of the developer.
In this void of time, I had an infinity to use and craft the perfect beings from my souls and use Godly divination and near omniscience to throw them where they would be best off.
After that was done, I had to get my own self out of the realm of the Developer and into my own realm in the Void.
This was godhood gained from cannibalizing the powers of the Developer. I will just have to hope that the Soul Avatars of mine come back to me as omnipotent beings that can help against the developers as HE is sure to come and Erase his mistake. No god wants a smear on their flawless record after all.
Or he could have a real ego and think too little to be worth his time. Which pisses me off even more I think.
My new realm was just an invisible sphere in the void and all my power was used up already. My little vampire pet was a part of my legacy and Pantheon and yet she had to be passed on to one of my weakest Soul Avatars to help him progress.
Speaking off, I could give quests to my Souls through time and space due to them being me. A rather nifty trick no? Anyway, a quest that helps me grow will thus result in a reward for them, which will push them to complete even more quests. It was a system of free power for me and a grindy game for my avatars.
But for now, it was just a waiting game.
Soul 1 - A wannabe.
Ravana Ratnakara was a child of mysteries. At the age of 3, he had been lost to his parents who had come to enjoy a vacation abroad only to lose their only child to a freak accident with a gas line. That supposed dead child had later been found crying and in near-death exhaustion in an alley in Ireland.
Having been rushed to the hospital and kept in intensive care only to once again disappear from the face of the planet.
In a moment of instinctual danger, the child had somehow moved himself across a channel of water and into Ireland to then be found and rushed to a local hospital. He would not enjoy the healing ministrations of the hospital for long, however, as he would soon be kidnapped by some weird people in robes.
Having lived in captivity for 7 years and undergoing many inhumane things. He would escape with a barely intact body and a mind reforged from pain, suffering, and patience.
Having experienced Magic and Rituals firsthand as either a lab rat or as an ingredient, he believed in the supernatural and considered himself a part of the supernatural community. Having run from an exploded house as he had purposefully messed with a ritual procedure, he knew not where to go and what to do. Only to run and keep running.
Unfortunately for the barely 10-year-old. Having had his internal organs used in rituals or Potions only to be replaced by shoddy things meant he got barely a mile from the site before he dropped to the ground.
Elsewhere a While before
Boom! Booom! Dhang! Thumm!
An explosion was heard and the wards had responded and rang the wartime alarms.
Leaving everything aside the silver-haired man rushed down to reach his daughter in the attic.
"Pandora!...Pandora! Are you and Luna OK? PAND.." the man yelled up the stairs and panicked when he didn't hear a response only to be interrupted by a shoe flying into his face.
"I'm fine and Luna is sleeping so keep quiet. Did you forget the Special runes and charms I put in her room?" Pandora seethed at the man in a voice barely above a whisper all the while rushing past him to analyze what the wards picked up and what the explosion was.
"..." the man just stood there flabbergasted until he realized that he best get up there and help his wife because she didn't know how to read the wards. He would never be dumb enough to voice or even insinuate such, he didn't like being pegged every night for a week.
After readings were confirmed to be from 1 mile or 2 in the forest behind their house, Xenophilius decided to go out and see if he could scout anything out himself. The Aurors would have already got a distress signal from the wards and the large amounts of magic in the air would have shown up anyway.
What he wasn't expecting was to see a naked child running away from the direction of the explosion. He was most definitely concerned about the fact that the child had more scars than skin.
He was broken out of his stupor when the child collapsed onto the floor.
Immediately rushing forth and putting him in stasis and levitating him to the house quickly. When he arrived his wife was shocked at first but quickly called her best friend and healer over from the fireplace.
Some junior Aurors even showed up after a while to confirm everything was ok and to get a statement on what happened. It was common procedure for Aurors to visit wizarding properties in the vicinity of the crime to confirm everything was ok and that there weren't some unknown issues. Most explosions like that happen due to magical experimentation having gone wrong or some magical creature, so it's important to do the rounds and make sure no side effects have been caused.
Needless to say, the situation had turned rather chaotic and fragile very quickly. The child had to be kept under Auror protection in the St. Mungos as only he could provide any sort of perspective and input on what had happened. Most were abhorred about what had been done and had quickly pointed fingers at the Dark faction. When it turned out that the Dark Faction was willing to back all investigations and even helped pass special legislation that gave Aurors powers to investigate the grounds and the child with extreme prejudice. Most people were spooked by that mere fact as even the Dark faction was trying to investigate this, it showed that they had no part of this and there had been a different party here on English grounds doing as they pleased with magical children.
In Fact, the Dark at even pushed for a kill on sight order for all people involved with the experimentation. The politics and backroom dealing carried on but with enough passion to keep all factions working towards a similar goal.
St Mungos.
!You have slept in a bed!
!Ailments found!
!Gamers Body Initiating!
!Ailments cured or assimilated into Gamer's Body!
!Creating a cure for assimilated ailments!
!Tutorial Complete!
!Welcome Player!
Ravana woke up shocked. Shocked that he had not been stabbed or dragged around to be awoken yet.
!Gamers mind Activated!
He should be feeling dread at the clear loss of his sanity as indicated by seeing floating ethereal text.
He knew the text of writing and speaking by sight. But he was just an experimental dog though, so he only spoke/ regurgitated noises they asked him to and only knew writing as most of the tormentors wrote and read from something called books.
At this point, he barely remembered his own name and the fact that he had been lost to his parents.
The ringing noise in his ear SOMEHOW conveying meaning to him of alarm made him jumpy but also wished for it to stop. And it did. The red flashing ethereal text went with it. But he still somehow knew that the thing, whatever it was, was still active.
He was soon out of his trance of shock and slight PTSD into a different type of shock.
One that nearly made him hopeful. He could feel something in his body changing, slowly mending and stitching everything inside him into something more effective and usable.
He could finally feel his chest, the blood pumping from a transmuted wyvern heart into his probably clogged veins. The fresh feel of air properly filling his lungs was welcomed too.
The eye could see better and his burnt closed ears felt open and proper. Many deformities he had learned to live with over time were either corrected or were correcting themselves. Some like a lost lung or a sense of taste would not be returning, they had been claimed by magic as ingredients for potions or rituals.
Within only a few moments, the only working eye he had was seeing more and more. He soon had the vision he would only have with two eyes but with one. The sight had sharper colors and everything close and far looked sharp and vivid.
In his peripheral vision, ethereal boxes were appearing too and it just seemed like something he was able to kind of understand. The red bar, the blue bar, the Map, and every other detail was easily decipherable by him like it was the back of his tiny scarred hand.
He had not moved for a while, scared of bringing the tormentors' attention to himself only for him to remember in a vividly clear vision that he had escaped and ruined his tormentors. The laugh and utter giddiness had escaped him.
No sooner had that happened that he started to regret it. Five people in black robes rushed in with their cursed sticks raised. His expression blanked and his mind quickly went into dissociation with his rattled body. It was the only defense mechanism he had. On the other hand, though, he realized that his mind had been more blank than it had ever been.
The people in the room had inspected the room around him and then put their sticks away only for some to rush out and others to speak at him.
Not know about what was said he just ignored them. What was the worst they could do? Kill him? They might as well since he had failed at running from these robed people.
He could feel something in him trying to direct him or guide him but he was done following his 'feeling'. They usually resulted in more than necessary cuts and blood-draining sessions.
After a while of speaking though, the speaker had stopped and backed off. After that, it was a matter of time before other people in robes showed up and the ones in the room left. The new people seemed inquisitive and seemed to be arguing amongst themselves.
Eventually, the communications between them stopped, and they turned to the boy and spoke. After every few moments, a new person would speak up with a new type of structured noise. There was no reaction from the boy, not even a sign of acknowledgment of the people being in the room let alone trying to communicate, that was until someone at the back spoke something that reminded the boy of his parents and how they used to speak.
Seeing a slight widening of the eye, the man continued for a few more words until he felt like wanted to leave and be anywhere but here. The boy was looking at him with such a cold, dead look that seemed to seep into his soul and promise nothing but pain and torment.
The eerie silence after this was broken by a man with perhaps a few fewer scars than the boy himself.
"So we know now that the boy can't speak or understand except a bare recognition of..." the man was cut off by a wheezy dry laugh with too many perhaps a bit too many decibels than it should have had.
The boy was laughing and was clearly amused at the man, the sense of loathing and utter pity directed at him also couldn't be covered.
In the boy's limited perspective on life, perhaps, he had considered the older man as an experiment broken and bent to the will of his masters. The man seemed like a future projection of what will eventually become of the boy himself. Hence the uncontrollable laughter and pity at the man and loathing because the man was clearly weak and had been molded by his masters.
The people, on the other hand, all left the room after meeting eyes with each other. An anonymous vote on giving the kid some room to breathe and relax while they went over the issues and came up with a reliable solution.
The kid, whilst in captivity, had used neanderthal-like thinking to quickly develop himself. Starting with basic thinking when barely above 3 to find the pain to be bad and anything that keeps him away or safe from pain as good. He quickly developed a skewed sense of logic and behavior based on those rules. Instincts and internal thought were definitely there but in a more animalistic manner than humans, a human could commune with an animal in some sense and vice versa. That is exactly what the child had done so far in life. He barked certain noises he was asked to and he did things his tormentors told him to. He used a similar way to interact and understand the world around him, allowing himself to understand situations dependent not on knowledge but instincts, feeling, and his senses.
He wanted to desperately give up on his feelings as they almost always resulted in more punishment and things going wrong. But he had very few alternatives or replacements for such a vital thing to him.
His feelings and the weird thing inside him trying to guide him were telling him to stay put and wait, whereas his senses and instincts were telling him he was in a place where it would be impossible to escape from, and the longer he stayed the harder it would become.
Before he could do anything though he heard a noise in his head again.
!Translating System into Understandable Thoughts!
He felt a sharp pain in his brain akin to searing needles sewing something together inside his head.
After another flash of Gamer's Mind, he was fine again. His bowels were empty however and he needed to move away and clean himself from his own filth.
He could now understand...Things. Like what Gamer's Mind was, the intricacies of the bars, the map, and all other Gamer texts in his vision were understandable to him now.
A switch in his mind went off and soon he was more sentient and aware of himself as a person and felt himself shift into a less animalistic mind frame. Less, not completely. His honed instincts and senses refused to shift and had buried themselves deep into his very being.
Thoughts were coming to him easier and faster and a voice in his head was telling him about himself. Ravana Ratnakara, that was his name. His age, what his age meant, and all other stats and statistics on his profile, the game 'told' him everything he needed to know to play and effectively use the system.
With the Group of Witches and wizards
They had just left the room after the brief interaction with the poor child. He was a...delicate patient. Even most healers were unable to deal with the sight of him when he was brought in. The Lovegood couple were on dreamless sleep potions and their little daughter was thankfully unaware and was currently on a sleepover at their friend's house. One cannot simply look at a person, let alone a child, with their eyes stitched close, their ears melted shut, their ribs crisscrossed….you get the picture.
Many healers and magical experts had been befuddled about how the child still lived let alone move around.
Some theories contradicted hard evidence of the contrary and some theories were outright dismissed. The issue remained of what to do to help the child and if the child could even be saved.
Special healers were called from out of retirement and others from their self-imposed hermitage to come and help untangle and heal the amalgamation of ritual and potions flesh crafting.
Dumbledore himself had stepped in to offer advice to the healer due to his expertise in transmutation, dragon blood, and transfiguration. Many healers worked in rotation on the child for hours after hours to fix as much as they could, replenish their magics and repeat until nothing more could be done other than waiting.
Eventually, when the ward went off that the child was conscious all relevant parties were called and floo'ed over. It took, at maximum, 5 minutes before they were all in the room trying to discern how stable the boy was, and after trying to communicate with him they learned that the boy spoke or recognized only Hindi. When someone tried to start a conversation with him politely only to receive a promise of pain and death, many graciously realized they had to leave and give the child some space. Except for Moody that is, his reward was a laugh that will perhaps make him have self-confidence issues in the future. Even the darkest wizards and witches hadn't been brassy enough to laugh at moody and pity him, the loathing was always there though. Seeing a great degradation in the child's mental stability at the attempt at conversation and sight of moody, they had all chosen to leave promptly,
"Well, any ideas on what can be done now gentlemen?" gently inquired Narcissa.
"I don't really know..." James added helpfully.
"Thinking or knowing things was never your strong point, Potter." quipped Lilly.
"Can I talk to him alone? I feel like I can get him to respond and co-operate." Lily added before she could be chided or get an insult back from her shitty ex-husband.
"ya ...of course, you can. Go and do that to satiate your ego by believing that only you can help." James replied darkly. He wasn't one to sit back and take it.
Before it could devolve into an insulting match, Dumbledore decided to silence them both and remind them that they were both here to help and if they could put their past and differences aside then they would have to walk away.
"I feel like putting him in a place with other children will help. It will let him see and compare, maybe even open up a bit to them." Frank Longbottom added.
"The child feels like a victim, cuz he is one. Putting him close to children is dangerous at best. Like today he may try to kill some for whatever PTSD reason. Send 'em to a mind healer I say." Moody makes a rather agreeable point if in a rather blunt way. Moody wasn't known for his speech but Moody did mean well for the child at heart though, he just didn't know how to show it or didn't want to.
"Mind healers are hard to come by nowadays. All left for America during the War I'm afraid." Dumbledore really didn't want to be going through that child's head. Not that he didn't want to help or anything, no, he was scared he might lose control in anger and may cause further complications. Not to mention he had three positions with higher priority to manage, as ashamed he was to admit that, he believed bringing those experimenters and others like him was a better use of his time and effort as it would allow others to escape a similar fate of suffering.
"You forget that Pandora Lovegood had a knack for knowing the best solutions for the worst problems. Her special skills could help here and allow her to somehow connect with the child." Moody counters.
Soon most of them had reached a consensus only to hear that the boy in question had gone through some seizure and came out of it more filthy but also more healthy than he was when he had it. Most of them predicted it to be some weird obscure ritual acting up and healing something due to less strain on the body and mind of the child. Healing rituals were a thing and no doubt had been used on the child to get him through what he had, it was easily believable.
"The boy has incapacitated 2 Aurors and has been stunned." A Junior Auror ran up to the group and informed them.
This was an issue as James was the Head of DMLE and had issued express orders to NOT antagonize or spook the kid. Yet they had somehow managed to make matters worse, the kid was never gonna work with them now that was considering if he didn't freak out and attack an Auror every time he saw one.
The child was ill and a victim but a few more wrong moves and the child may HAVE to be kept in captivity with a specialized mind healer.
"You all had express orders! There better be a good explanation for this." James yelled at the poor junior that had been unlucky enough to have to be the messenger.
"The boy attacked the healer when the healer tried to cleanse the boy. The boy was probably on edge as soon as the wand was raised. Everything was done slowly and no spell was cast on him first. The Healer cast the cleanse on the floor and bed first and then slowly raised his wand at the boy." The junior informed them.
"Where is the boy now and how are the healer and the Aurors?" Asked Moody
"The boy was put back in bed and the healer and Aurors have minor physical injuries." The junior reported.
With Ravana
I was moving away from the bed when the robed man with a stick walked in. He first slowly cast magic on the waste to make it disappear on the floor, then on the bed, and when he turned that stick on me. I rushed into the man as fast as my legs would go and lashed out at his arm to throw the cursed stick away. I did not want to vanish, not when I was starting to finally feel hope after feeling this extraordinary power within me. A few more robed people showed up after I threw the stick away. I knew I was going out here so I would go out fighting. I take great pride in injuring at least 2 before I was hit.
Waking up was not something that I had expected as I was meant to have vanished due to the stick.
Looking around I see a woman with silver hair sitting on a chair near the bed. Before I could react and run I saw a text in my sight and felt what it wanted me to do.
!Approach her and Steal her art of speech!
Learn to read and write, become a functioning member of society.
Taking a gamble and listening, I stare at her waiting for action. She didn't disappoint and soon spoke something.
"Hi," she said, waving her 5 fingers and palm at me.
In the true art of stealing speech, I copy.
"Hi," I say as I extend my arm, point my palm at myself, and extend my demented finger to wave.
The 'quest' had not been completed yet so there must be more. I'll be patient, after all, I had waited nearly six years to plan and eventually kill my tormentors.
"My...name..is...Pandora" she says slowly to me whilst pointing at herself.
"My...name..is...Pandora" I repeat the noises back to her. The stupid laugh without ridicule angered me more than any laugh directed at me has ever done.
A show of teeth and a growl later the stupid robed person had stopped. I knew I was likely to get a few knives in me for the show of aggression but I literally cannot feel it so it doesn't matter anymore.
After a few moments of silence, there was no reaction or noise from her. It was rather surprising that the punishment wasn't swift this time.
In the moment of silence, I thought back to the rabid scared man they clearly had on a leash. Did they train him like this too? Was I now being trained? Were the visuals and feeling deep inside something they put in me?
I let go of those thoughts as soon as I had grown to trust my instincts and senses in all my years. They told me the power was all mine without influence and it wasn't inserted in me by some clever experimenter/trainer.
"My name is Pandora," she said again but before I could copy and repeat she continued.
"Your name is..." She pointed at me and had a questioning tone hoping for me to understand the open gap to fill in.
It all clicked again. The name on the Game screen was Ravana Ratnakara.
"Name is Ravana Ratnakara." I replied independently, understanding what was happening and what was being asked and taught.
She smiled only to trigger a flashback to the cutting table. My tormentors had similar 'kind' smiles like they were doing me the biggest favor in the world from the generosity of their own kind hearts.
I tried to lunge at her and teach her what pain truly feels like for enjoying this mental torture of mine. I didn't get to move much before I was immobilized and in bed again. The same damn feeling of being present, sensing and feeling everything but not being able to move.
Just like my previous tormentors this bitch was going to die. I was going to rip out her eyes and poke her brain through the socket holes.
I remembered all the rituals they performed on me and I will use them all on them as revenge and this one had just volunteered.
"Apologies, I really didn't want this to happen." She speaks her gibberish as she comes closer to me. Here it was, the punishment. Clenching all muscles only to feel no control over my body angered me even more.
Shame the Silencing runes were still carved in my throat otherwise, I could have killed her here and now with one roar.
Eventually, she was above me but she did not have a stick nor any tools, looked like she preferred to get her hands dirty. I'll be sure to return the favor one day,
A few seconds pass and then a few more before she reaches down and puts her arms behind me and pulls me up closer to herself and sits me so I am in some weird way in constant contact with her.
I expected pain and ridicule. I have had ridicule so far but no pain. Is… is this a new ritual?
Eventually, she gets up, ends the curse on me, and walks out of the room.
With Pandora
She had been called to help with the poor child as she had a natural gift of knowing what to do in lost situations. It was a gift like a vision to a seer.
She had agreed as she had seen first hand what the boy had gone through. He was around a year older than her precious Luna, just the thought of seeing Luna with an eye stitched closed made her throw up and cry uncontrollably for a few hours. How could she not feel similarly for a boy that had gone through much worse?
As she got to the hospital room and waited for the boy to gain consciousness again, she thought about all she had been told about the boy and the recent events.
When the boy awoke, however, he seemed to be waiting on her for something. She thought back to how Dumbledore had told her that the boy refused to even acknowledge their existence properly. Yet he seemed to be waiting on her.
Hopeful, Pandora started a conversation with a simple greeting and introduction.
She was not expecting a repeat of her actions to a tee and due to being caught off guard had actually laughed at him greeting and waving his hand at himself and introducing himself as Pandora.
The threatening growl of a near raging animal ready to pounce woke her up again and stopped her laugh right in her throat, never to leave.
She waited to see if it was still fine to continue or this was the end for today?
After a while of no more aggression. She tried again, this time with pointing at herself whilst introducing herself with her own name and then pointing at him and in a questioning tone saying your name.
Thankfully the boy got it and had informed them of his name. Seeing she was getting somewhere she smiled only to see his eyes vacate and become like dolls. He was ready to lunge at her for perhaps smiling. Maybe he had bad connotations with people expressing happy emotions?
For now, though, she immobilized him and very slowly approached him to give him a hug he probably desperately needed.
She was devastated to find out that he didn't seem affected by a hug and even more, didn't seem to know what it was.
Not able to deal with the heavy feelings anymore, she left.
Somewhere in the void
The being sat on his throne was managing multiple different tasks right now as his Soul Avatars were at different stages of development in various worlds and realities and thus needed tailored quests and guidance.
His custom Gaming systems were very adaptive and so could resolve some issues themselves but still needed his input to execute a special protocol or not.
At the moment he was trying to configure a system as it had not been created for an animal. Just the idea of seeing some plebeians tormenting a shard of his soul angered him. The good thing, however, was that people killed by his avatars would have their souls snatched by him and thus lead to his avatars gaining a portion of the soul's strength thus making a more tangible function like XP. Ravana had killed my experienced wizards in the 'ritual accident' and thus had gained more than enough XP to unlock the system but also level up a dozen times.
Taurus, the Black God, was contemplating if Ravana should be given a few selective tasks. They were the Black Gods' own plans and projects after all and thus should be completed, even if they are in a new world and reality and done by extension.
His attention was being demanded by a very needy Klare so he just bestowed a very rewarding and chaotic questline on Ravana.
Klare was currently in a world where she was learning about her namesake and heritage all the while corrupting her half-breed brother to join her bed. That half-breed was her Lord Blacks extension after all.
Back With Ravana
!The questline of The Black God unlocked!
!Complete tasks to gain rewards and powers!
Ravana knew what this meant but he couldn't care less. He would not be able to complete the task as long as he was stuck.
The woman had left a while back and so far no one has entered the room since.
He needed a way out and away from here but his senses and instincts told him working with the freaks with the stick was the way to do it.
Being alone and having some time to not be on complete guard allowed him to look further at his game profile
Ravana Ratnakara
Age 10
Level 16
Race Magi-superior (Amalgamation of magical entities)
Class- Multi-select.
Due to the user possessing the Wanna Be System, multiple classes are active so the user can learn and excel at whatever he wants to.
Stats
Health 250 (Afflicted)
Health regen 500/pm (Afflicted)
Stamina 600 (Afflicted)
Stamina regen 6/pm (Afflicted)
Mana 20 (Afflicted)
Mana regen 3000/pm (Afflicted)
Status ailment details
Due to Wyvern Heart Health regen is increased from 10% of health to 100% of health
Due to Vampiric Veins health regen is increased by an X2 multiplier.
Due to Mismatched organs, Total health is decreased by X2
Due to Missing Lung Stamina regen is decreased by to 1% of Total Stamina
Due to Multiple Active Rituals, Total Mana is decreased by 10% of the Actual amount
Due to Multiple Active Rituals, Mana Regen is increased by X15
Unspent credits = 22
A credit(x2) is gained for every level after the first 5.
Ravana was suddenly a lot more invested in this power of his. The analysis told him everything he knew or suspected about his condition in a bit more clear detail.
Diving further into his power, he tried to know more about the unspent credits only for a 'shop' to appear before him.
Thinking for a second before he spent on a few things he felt he needed. The first one he bought gave him knowledge of something called 'English' and soon he was done rebooting his brain.
He had spent 10 credits to buy this language but now he would at least be able to navigate the world easier and always know what his tormentors talked about. Next, he spent 5 credits to buy a shiny book called HP World Tips and Tricks by Taurus Black. That book had given Ravana a near prophetic knowledge and an explanation of the world thus enlightening him.
He considered himself up to date on the world and ready to finally escape his containment. He now understood why communicating and cooperating was the way out in this.
He had 7 credits left and there was nothing his instinct told him he needed. Even though he had become more civilized now he didn't lose the touch with his senses and instincts, they had helped him nothing else had.
He was broken out of his trance when he saw the platinum-haired woman enter the room again this time with some really good smelling foods.
"Hi," I said, waving at her. The poor woman was trying to keep a blank face and it was showing.
"Nice face, looks funny" I smile at her. One that unfortunately made her pause and slightly freak out. I had never smiled before and when I did it usually looked downright predatory as I had even managed to aggravate my tormentors with that smile before.
Knowing that I stopped smiling and just stayed on the bed till she brought the food over to me.
I didn't want to scare her by sudden movements, that immobilization spell is a downright PTSD trigger.
"Same to you" the smile was very conservative like she didn't want to show any teeth. Poor thing was still cautious from the last visit a few hours ago.
"How can you speak English now?" she asked me as she put the tray of meat dishes by me and went to her chair from her previous visit. Now that I think about it, that chair was neither too far nor too close.
There was lamb, beef, chicken and even duck. Some were grilled, some stir-fried.
It was a shame they finished so quickly though. I was really hungry, having a stomach like a snake would do that to you. That and try having a dragon heart pumping liters of troll blood in vampiric veins. That shit is draining at the best of times.
After a few quick heavenly minutes, I stare at the shamefully empty tray in front of me.
"Elf..." was all the woman said before the tray was full again.
My eye was getting itchy all of a sudden and blurry. Was...Was I crying?
!Gamer's Mind Activated!
The emotions went away as soon as they came. It seems strong heart-felt emotions sometimes escape the influence of Gamer's Mind unless you focus on the emotion. Speaking of crying though, I stopped 3 months after 'initiation' at 3 years old. It was around the time I realized the more I cried or showed any signs of pain, they would increase it even more.
For the next few hours, I ate till my heart's content. The poor woman was shocked at the sight of me still going after 12 trays and 30 minutes of eating. She didn't know that I had a good stomach that was digesting quickly, troll blood that was moving the digested food nutrient around in very, effectively leech-like veins. I was healing a scared or badly healed muscle as quickly as I was eating. It wouldn't have been this immediate if the Gamer's body hadn't taken it all into itself and enhanced both itself and the organs.
After the first hour, a few of the robed people from the first-ever visit had shown up. They proceeded to ask the woman questions about me and what was going on, only for the woman to tell them to shut up and sit back quietly or get out.
Most agreed, one had the gall to quip on my appetite and he was thankfully thrown out soon after. I didn't want to leave perfectly warm food to scare the pussy into submission.
After the feeding of my endless stomach had reached a manageable level, I had stopped. It was better to get this over and done with.
"Ask your questions, people." And all hell broke loose.