Chapter 20: FUCK OFF
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"Yes! Finally," Ken said, standing in the middle of what looked to be a normally sized room.
It had a bed and a computer at the side of its wall.
"I finally understand," he spoke to himself, wiping away some sweat that lay in the middle of his sweating forehead.
Moving his body, he walked towards the white bed with clean sheets, dropping his body backward; he fell into its comfortable embrace.
"I was wrong," he said, while laughing slightly, remembering his misjudgment.
"I guess shit just got complicated," he continued, which was expected, for Ken had just understood that every one of his observations, every one of his theories and hypotheses were wrong.
Because at first, Ken had thought the system was like a book, the cover being cursed energy and the template being the pages, but what he had just discovered changed everything he had thought made more sense.
For instance, the templates: he currently had four, but he still found it difficult and almost impossible to use [Cursed Speech] to directly kill a living object or human being, which didn't make sense to him due to the increase in cursed energy each template provides.
But now, one realization had proved all his efforts to understand the system useless.
Unlike what Ken had originally thought, the system was more complex than he could anticipate.
For instance, the reason he couldn't use [Cursed Speech] to make an instant kill advantage was because [Cursed Speech] had cursed energy of its own,
which means that the amount of cursed energy that can be used on [Cursed Speech] is restricted by how much cursed energy Toge Inumaki could use.
This means every template has its own cursed energy;
this is the reason Ken's use of commands hasn't increased even if he unlocked other templates,
the same reason why the amount of black crows he could make also didn't increase.
So cursed energy is accumulated separately for each template.
If Ken had 100% of cursed energy for his [Cursed Speech], and that cursed energy is used up, this doesn't mean he can't use other templates instead, because cursed energy is separate,
which means if one runs out, he can use another which is accumulated on another template.
But all cursed energy is specifically made for the templates of their division,
which also means that if the [cursed speech]cursed energy runs out,
he can use other abilities because at that moment [Cursed Speech] would be fully inactive.
Ken separated cursed energy into two different ways.
One is self-cursed energy, which, like it sounds, is for himself, and it does not belong to any templates but his own body;
he mainly uses this to strengthen his body and use the ability of mini black flash and black flash respectively.
Second is the template cursed energy, which is separated like veins; each template has its own cursed energy, and if that cursed energy runs out, that template will be inactive until the energy is replenished.
The cursed energy of each template is not equal, but it is measured by the cursed energy of the person the template belonged to.
This was fascinating; after so much time, Ken now understood why he was weak.
It wasn't because the templates he had gotten belonged to weak characters, but it was because of his inability to understand each function.
"Huh-huh," Ken laughed softly, as he smiled himself to sleep, the comfort of the white soft sheets,
the clean smell of their lovely embrace,
the acceptance of his body like a comforting song, it was delightful, absolute pleasure,
until it felt like a blink.
BEEP BEEP!
Ken opened his tired eyes, moving his gaze to get a view of the window; it was now morning. Standing up,
he straightened his body and moved to the bathroom to take a bath.
Coming back after 30 minutes, he made himself breakfast in the little oven that also stood in the corner of the room,
sitting on a wooden chair and eating a French breakfast made by his very hands.
Silent it was, no sound but outside busy rounds, no noises of fights and endless chaos, no interruptions,
no using crows to check his surroundings, no feeling of pressure,
no feeling of open wounds or endless fractures, it felt, he felt... 'human'.
A smile playing at the ends of his lips , white hair slightly covering his beautiful face, oh how he had forgotten this feeling,
how he had forgotten the pleasure of peace, it was, it was beau...
RRRIIIING!
Before he could even indulge in the ever-coming feeling of simple pleasures,
the doorbell interrupted like the devil sent to numb all feelings of the heavenly.
"I guess nothing comes free," Ken said, as he placed his breakfast on the wooden table, and moved his body to open the door.
Opening it, he was met with Lady Nagant, who was now wearing a purple combat suit; her hair was not in its usual manner, this time tied up like a ponytail, revealing her beautiful face many would desire.
"Are you ready?" she spoke, looking Ken straight in the eyes, her face one of seriousness.
Ken simply nodded as he closed the door from behind, leaving the once peaceful room empty, leaving the smell of unfinished food lingering in the air's embrace,
leaving behind what some might see as normal, to him heavenly and untouched, pure, to him perfect.
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It was raining, heavily, and even more so due to the current height the two figures were standing at, on a skyscraper, the largest one would say, but in a city like Japan, one of them.
Standing on the roof, laying to the ground, Lady Nagant stood there with penetrating focus, her whole arm folded to her face,
her elbow extended by what could be called an example of natural selection, or in this case, evolution.
Her elbow, releasing an gun of pure silver, mixed with the texture of muscle on steel, it was beautiful, but unlike one would think,
it released a very potent smell, one someone might find uncomfortable or moist, but for someone like Ken, it was nothing.
"Sight set," Lady Nagant said softly, speaking to a voice that seemed to come from her headset.
CRACK-BOOM!
She took a shot, so powerful it moved her body, sending it sliding about 5 feet, but her feet made friction, stopping her momentum in an instant.
Standing up, she moved her body back to the place it once lay , stretching out her elbow once more and looking into what seemed to be a vision-enhancing tool on her gun.
"Confirmed," she spoke, taking out her earpiece and looking at Ken with a regretful expression.
20 minutes later, she was now driving her car, notably disturbed by what she had just done, looking at Ken with the sides of her eyes.
"You seem unbothered," she said, as she continued her drive, indulging in the thoughts of her consciousness.
"Does it surprise you?"
"No, it's just..." she hesitated, "nothing."
After the drive, coming into the apartment now belonging to who seemed to be Ken, Lady Nagant followed behind with a smile.
Going in, Ken felt bothered by her suspicious tone.
"Why you smiling, dum dum?" Ken said, laughing as if taunting her ever-smiling nature, but for some reason, the smiling didn't stop.
"What?" Ken asked again, visibly confused by her expression.
"Hehehe!" Lady Nagant laughed as she took out the package she was holding, revealing what seemed to be a school uniform.
"Hehehe... Let's see who's the dumb dumb now," she said, pleased by his shocked face of confusion, moving closer and closer to him with time.
Ken at this moment only said one word, a word some might recognize from the *X-Men: First Class* movie,
words said when the professor and Magneto were trying to recruit a living corpse, words so direct and vulgar:
"Fuck off."
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