Ascension Of The Throne Chapter 2: Chapter 2

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A translucent screen hovered in front of Edric, its faint glow illuminating the dimly lit alley. His breath hitched as he stared at the text that seemed to shift and pulse like a living thing. The symbols were written in an unfamiliar script, yet somehow, he could understand them. [Tutorial Complete.] [Quest Reward: Beginner's Guide to Survival.] Before Edric could even comprehend the meaning of this, the text flickered, replaced by a new message. [Welcome, Edric. The System is now bound. Tap to continue.] His hands trembled as he hesitantly reached for the screen. The moment his fingers brushed against it, the screen dissolved into thin air. "What? Where did it go?" Edric muttered, glancing around nervously. Just as the words left his lips, the screen reappeared, now bearing another message. [Memory sync process can be initiated. Click OK to begin memory transfer.] "Memory transfer?" he whispered,his voice confused . If it meant gaining answers,any answers—he'd take the risk. Without hesitation, Edric pressed the glowing OK button. [Beginning memory synchronization.] The words sent a shiver down his spine, and in the next instant, a surge of energy engulfed him. It felt as if he was teleported to an incinerator "What the hell is this?" he gasped as the energy pulsed through him. The screen's progress bar appeared, starting at 0%. As the bar began to crawl forward, Edric's head throbbed, a dull ache quickly turning into a searing pain. "You're a disgrace." said an older man. "Son, I hope—" Unfamiliar voices surged into his mind, drowning out his thoughts. "Make it stop! Ahh, my head!" Edric cried out, pressing his hands to his ears, but the voices continued to echo mercilessly. Flashes of images began to flood his consciousness. A sprawling mansion guarded by stern-faced soldiers—his home? No, it felt familiar yet alien, as if the memories belonged to someone else. A bedroom decorated with opulence, where a woman with kind eyes whispered, "Live a happy life." Then, chaos. Screams. Fire. A man with a white beard, his face etched with sorrow, shouting, "Run!" Edric's breath hitched. "Are these... my memories? Or am I seeing someone else's life?" The thought terrified him. What if he wasn't just in a new world—what if he was in someone else's body? Faces he didn't recognize appeared before him, vivid and haunting. Among them, a scarred man with a white beard and a commanding presence seemed to return again and again. "Son, go live a happy life," whispered a gentle voice—a beautiful woman, her face warm with affection. BOOM. The image twisted into chaos. Screams. Blood. A raging inferno consuming everything. Edric fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He didn't understand why he was crying or who these people were, but his heart ached as though mourning a great loss. "Stop… please," he begged, his voice barely audible. The progress bar edged closer to completion: [99%... 100%.] [Memory synchronization complete.] With a final glance at the screen, Edric's vision blurred. His body gave in to exhaustion, and he collapsed face-first onto the cold, hard ground. Clack. Clack. Clack. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the alley. A shadowy figure loomed over him, their features obscured. "A poor lad," a voice muttered, rough yet tinged with pity. "What happened to him to be in such a mess?" The figure crouched, draping a heavy cloak over Edric's unconscious form. With a practiced ease, they lifted him as if carrying a bag of grain and disappeared into the night By the time Edric had fully came to his senses he found himself in a dimly lit room.The warm scent of roasted meat and baked bread was the first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes. His head felt like it was pounded by a hammer and his body felt numb but the ache felt dull by the warm blanket that had wrapped him.Slowly he pushed himself up and blinked at his surroundings. The room was modest but clean, wooden beams supporting the ceiling and