Don heard the words. Finally, finally, he would get what he wanted—his right, just like everyone else. He didn't know why it had been withheld from him, but the old man had said The Source was just; it only whithholds in order to give. Don had therefore expected compensation, but he didn't know how eleven years could be compensated for.
Then he heard the words that made him re-evaluate everything:
[You now have three choices:
First: Unlock all the shackles on your body and release your bloodline from its restraints.
Second: Choose any three skills you desire, and you shall obtain them, no matter what they are.
Third: I will grant you complete control over the planet and all those upon it.
This is compensation for the years you were withheld from Me. But first, let Me connect you to Myself, as is your birthright, just like everyone else.]
Don was speechless. What was he truly hearing? A bloodline? Control over the planet? Any skill he wanted? If he had known that he would get this in exchange for a few years of waiting, he would have waited longer. But now, he saw a white light rush out from The Source and attach itself to him. He had no time to react; the light gave him no time at all. Then the connection occurred.
Don screamed in pain. Every bone in his body was being destroyed and rebuilt to withstand the connection. He had heard about this from everyone: to connect to The Source, you must first endure the pain of connection. But hearing about it was one thing; feeling it was entirely different. This was painful—truly painful. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
After fifteen minutes, it finally ended. At last, he could feel the Source's energy and control it, but he didn't know how. He hadn't received any instruction. The accursed Alfred! The moment he cursed Alfred in his mind, he felt a sharp prick on his backside.
"Ouch! What was that? Am I imagining things?" He looked behind him, but there was no one there.
[What is your decision now?]
Don was not a ruler, and he knew it. He did not want the planet or its inhabitants; he never truly felt he belonged with them, only forced to live among them. His bloodline? What was that? He had never heard anything about it before. Therefore, the choice was clear to him.
"O Source, I choose the three skills."
[As you wish.]
The Source glowed with an immense light, shrunk in size, and condensed from the size of multiple universes to the size of a lemon. Don was shocked and didn't know what was happening. In the next moment, The Source plunged into his chest.
"What the hell is happening now?" he shouted.
Then, he was back in his room, and everything returned to motion.
Don immediately tore off his clothes and looked at his chest. There was now a white circular tattoo covering his entire chest.
"What is going on here now?" he screamed.
Then, he heard The Source's voice in his mind:
[Binding with host in progress... Host possesses other connection signals... Integrating with signal... Binding successful.]
STATUS SCREEN
— PRIMARY DATA —
• Name: Don Al-Dajun
• Age: 12
• Health (HP): {10/10}
• Mana (MP): {500/500}
• Stamina (STA): {5/5}
• Experience (EXP): {0/10}
• Affiliation: ??????
• Level: 0
•Status Point: 0
— ATTRIBUTES —
• Strength: 5
• Agility: 6
• Vitality: 4
• Dexterity: 4
• Stamina: 4
• Wisdom: 8
• Magic Power: 8
• Intelligence: 8
• Sense: 5
• Luck: 50
— TITLES & TALENTS —
• Title: Survivor of Death's Deceit
• Effect: You survived death once, and Death was impressed. Death granted you his gaze. Every time you approach death, you will receive a warning. If you survive, your power increases. If death defeats you, you become Death's slave.
• Talent: Child of Luck - #%#%#%%
Child of Luck
Luck has smiled upon you since your birth and helped you escape death. Luck has become your ally since the moment of your existence. Luck is with you every step of the way and influences everything for your sake.
Luck +45
— SKILLS —
• Skill: You may obtain any three skills
WHAT the FUCK is thattttt?!!!!!