Island God: Going From Level 1 To World Ruler-Chapter 63: A Lambs Ambition

"I swear..." A low, weak voice was uttered out of the torn and swollen lips of a young boy. He looked to be about twelve years of age. His face was beaten and bruised, his body no better.

His limbs were stretched apart and tied across a wooden board that stood vertically. Marks of torture and abuse were obvious on his physique.

A few feet in front of him, a young man stood with his back to the boy.

"Even if I have to come back in another life... I will never forgive you for what you did to me..." The boy said with a pause, his eyes burning with rage.

But then, his balled fists loosened, and his eyes began to fill up with moisture.

"What you did to my family..." He said, finishing his sentence before beginning to silently sob.

The young man in front of him turned. He had golden blonde hair and wore clothing befitting a royal. A patterned white and gold tunic cloaked his upper body, red and blue roses embroidered throughout it.

He wore white pants that were clean and silky, elegant in nature.

A cunning smirk formed on the edge of his face. His chin elevated, a condescending look flashing in his eyes.

"Oh? Is that right?" He teased the boy. "In other words, you are so fucking goddamn helpless right now that you are making these retarded threats to feel some sort of safety and happiness." He said, walking forward.

The boy didn’t seem to react, continuing to sob.

The two were inside a large cavern in the side of a hill near the outskirts of Meniras. The cavern was a hundred or so square feet in size. The ceiling didn’t reach above twenty feet in height, creating a convex and oval interior.

The entrance to the cavern was wide open, leading straight out into the foot of the hill.

Within, dripstone and small stalactites were the only differentiating factors apart from the gray stone that dominated most of the walls. A few amber crystals clustered together here and there, casting a dim light over the chamber.

"You should be thankful." The young man said, abruptly slapping the boy across the face.

A resounding clap echoed through the cavern walls. The boy winced, groaning with pain.

"When I first found you and your family, you were all but mere travelers. You were going to live out the rest of your lives normally before dying like the slaves you are. You should be proud to give your lives to support a Player like me in my journey to ascension, understand? My path leads to greatness... it deserves the sacrifice of a few cattle such as you." The young man said, his tone turning from disgusted to a bit joyful by the end.

He glanced to the side, his eyes locking onto two gray and mangled corpses lying atop each other.

One looked to be a man, another a woman. The woman had her top ripped off, her breasts fully exposed.

The young man licked his lips, "Enjoyable... it was really enjoyable. You are my last chance, boy. If you fail, all three were for naught. But still... I think that continuing to do this is a great idea. After all, I had so much fun today." He said.

The boy gasped with fear, his voice shaky and consumed by fear. The bout of bravery that he had mustered earlier was all that a child his age could conjure.

He was only a baby, having grown up around loving parents who spoiled him to their hearts’ content. Since he was the only child that they had been praying for, he was treated like a deity.

He was cherished, loved. He never knew fear apart from the occasional anger of his parents if he did something bad.

But now, in the face of the putrid truth of reality, he seemed to be hopeless. Powerless. Just like he was expected to be.

The young man placed his palm on the chest of the boy. A red energy began to slowly radiate outward, like controlled, transparent smoke.

"Urgh!" The boy grunted in pain, feeling as though magma was melting through his torso.

"Oh, great lord of the abyss. Give me thy strength, and give me thy will." The young man began to speak, his eyes closed. "Possess this sacrificial soul with your demonic power, and make him my slave. There is no longer any fight left within him, so you are free to take over his soul." He said.

At that very moment, a shadow appeared behind the young man. It was a tall shadow, one belonging to a man of high stature and a broad build.

"DAMN YOU!" The boy suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs. His eyes were as wide as two planets, his pupils flickering uncontrollably with rage.

"I will butcher you! How dare you slay my family in this way! Your life is no greater than my own! I will show you!" The boy seemed to have gone insane, wriggling forcibly in futile attempts to break free.

"I will show you! I will show you how strong I am! I will show you what I can do!" The boy continued shouting as he squirmed.

The young man took a step back with shock at first, but then furrowed his brows with confusion.

"Huh?" He said.

’I could tell his soul no longer had any fighting spirit. That is my power... given to me by the game. The darkness should have overtaken him, but it somehow failed. How did his soul regain such ambition?’ The thought pissed him off, since this newfound courage led to his plan being dismantled.

"Good job standing up for yourself, boy. Your ambition was strong enough to even defeat a high primordial demon in battle." Dorian’s deep voice sounded from over the young man’s head.

The young man froze for a second, chills crawling up his back.

’I didn’t sense anyone come in here...’ He thought, slowly looking up.

Dorian stared down at him, towering above. He had a slight smile on his face.

"Michael Angelion..." He said.