"There are no good books these days, what are these authors doing.."
Brian Lawson commented while scrolling, the Clownphone 17 reflecting his perfect facial features, pointed nose, sharp jawline and a pair of ocean blue that could capture the heart of any woman.
He had everything that any young man could ever wish for: charming appearance, intelligence that could frighten sages, an amount of wealth that could maintain a lavish lifestyle till his death.
Yet this face bore the expression of boredom, similar to someone who had seen everything that the world had to offer and nothing interested him anymore, however the faint flicker in his eyes told a completely different story.
Ever since he was young Brian chased and had a dream some might even called it delusional or crazy but he thought otherwise, his dream was simple, never dying not because he was afraid of death, but simply he wanted to watch how humanity would progress in a hundred..thousand or even billions of years.
Appreciate all the things that this universe has to offer.
But sadly he was born too early, there was no way to extend ones lifespan just yet, maybe if he was ten or twenty years later there might have been a chance.
After not finding anything interesting enough to read, Brian was about to get up when suddenly the world shook and an unknown symbol flashed before his eyes.
"Am I hallucinating.." Brain muttered in an unsure tone as he tried to touch the unknown word that appeared on his retina, however no matter what he did the world didn't disappear.
Just then he felt a pricking sensation in his brain as if something pointy and sharp had pierced his head.
"I can understand these words.."
The pain went away as fast as it came but now he was able to understand the meaning of strange symbols.
[This world now falls under the jurisdiction of Infernal Soul Weave]
[You are now a property of the Ancient Soul Sect]
[All those who fail to awaken their soul thread will have their soul harvested turned into a pill to further the cultivation of Ancient Soul Sect Disciples]
[Initiating Awakening]
Before he could understand what was going on, Brian felt a warm feeling filling his head then coldness.
[Error..No soul thread detected]
[Making adjustment, scanning subject, New Soul Form detected]
[Classification: Black Hole
Status: Undefined
Growth Projection: Unbounded
Stability: Catastrophic
Survival Rating: 0.07%
Recommended Action: Immediate self-termination]
"Very interesting.." Brian lips rose up slightly at the recommended action, who in their right mind would like to self-terminate.
[The property pose a threat to the stability of the Infernal Soul weave]
[Deploying Tier Two Thread Reaper to terminate the property]
It was at this moment, Brain heard something moving in his direction at fast speed, his eyebrows rose in vigilance.
"This so-called thread reaper arrived here so fast.."
He had just finished reading through the messages and this reaper was already here.
As to how he knew it was the reaper, the answer was pretty simple, these few days he had lived alone, his parents along with his two younger siblings had gone to their grandparents home for thanksgiving leaving him alone to take care of the home.
Bang!
The wooden gate of his room was sent flying, chipped wood flying in all directions.
Followed by a burst of severe chill, the Tier Two Thread Reaper came crashing through, its body made out of bone and twisting blood vessels, its body was a disturbing fusion of exposed ribs, shredded sinew, its forming twisting, forcibly held together by a dark gooey substance, as if something alive was trapped inside, and trying to claw its way out. A dark robe hung around its skull, but the face was a grinning death mask, its empty sockets burning with a dim, predatory red.
Dozens of tendrils coiled from its torso, slick and pulsing, each one moving with clear intelligence searching for the anomaly that disturbed the Infernal Soul Weave.
Brain stood frozen but a strange glint in his eyes, he wasn't terrified by the monster appearance but felt a strange sense of excitement, after all these years there was finally something new and exciting happening.
However, the next moment, moving with inhuman speed, the reaper stood in front of Brian, its dozens of tentacles moving in a sync toward his chest, flesh and muscle turned into liquid membrane allowing the tentacles to pass through.
Brian felt the tentacles grabbing something inside of him, something intangible,like soul?
This realization chilled his heart.
Thread reaper let out a confused grunt as it tried out to yank out the soul, yet to its surprise nothing came out.
Just at this moment, Thread reaper seemed to have realized something and tried to back away, but it was too late, a terrifying suction force emerged from Brian heart, sucking the thread reaper towards brain chest.
Under Brian astonished gaze, he watched in slow motion as the thread reaper slowly liquified before being absorbed by the hole that had appeared on his chest.
[Black Hole activated]
[ERROR: UNKNOWN ACTIVITY DETECTED]
[Generating Adaptation Protocol…]
[VOID GRASP ACQUIRED]
[Stability Rating: Very Poor]
A cold impulse ran through Brian entire being, a sensation like fingers unfolding inside his ribs, deeply unsettling.
Just as he was feeling shocked and confused, foreign memories appeared in his head.
Void grasps a phantom hand made from soul energy of the absorbed Thread reaper, at this moment, Brian had practically gained another limb out of nowhere, similar to a limb he could control it as he wished.
As Brian willed, a spectral hand emerged from the chest, exactly similar to the human hand, except it was more practical and powerful.
To test out its abilities, he thought of grabbing the large wooden sofa and placing it in front of the broken wooden door to block the entrance.
From the earlier system message, whatever this infernal Soul wave was it didn't like this existence, he was sure they wouldn't stop just by sending one so called Thread reaper.