Master Of None

"It looks like it switches to a story after that warning." Walker could see the words had changed to someone writing an instance they had had and wanted to warn others about. 

"I need to know what they are warning us from. I know curses, but what curses?" Zenith was already trying to draw conclusions and find out what was really being explained. 

Walker didn't leave her waiting and continued on, " I write this in memory of a great brother. I hope the world took pity on him and released his soul from torture."

"I was blessed with the Great flame mage system. It was a magnificent day for my family. Magic was highly valued and fire magic even more so since it could help the village get through the winter. I would even have the chance to have a master teach me."

This all seemed normal to Walker until he read the next lines, "My brother did all he might to unlock the gift the world gave him, and when he did there was another celebration. He gained the swordsman system. It was simple, but he was excited to explore the new avenue. He spoke constantly of the tricks he learned from the world's gift and how he would impress the love of his life with it." 

"The months passed and we grew in fame. Yet, when the storm came, the monstrous eels from the lake nearby came from the water and through the mud to hunt. This was normally easy for the village to deal with but the storm went for days and we lost more men and women every day. I rarely had mana and my brothers' sword was soaked in the blue blood they held within their bodies." 

Walker began to realize this may be a horror story written. The flame mage had a rough life in the earlier days. 

"The children with their gifts were required to fight as well and that meant the girl my brother loved. This was a massive worry for him and a worry well founded. The same night an eel latched on to her and injected a mana eating poison. The girl perished before morning then, the rain stopped and the eels rushed to the water again for safety."

" In my brothers' grief, he forgot our mothers' words and cursed the gift he had received. He cursed the world. The world heard him and felt the pain of rejection."

"Our mother had warned us not to curse the world. It would issue the world's curse and change the one cursing it in to the thing they were disgusted by most. For some that could be a slug. Others it could be a monster. It was whatever was within their hearts at the time."

"The dark and toxic cloud of light enveloped my brother and when it left him there was something else. The skin was slimy and the hands webbed. The teeth were needles and there were fins on the arms and back. Not to mention the blue blood running through its veins." 

After calming himself, my brother spoke in a different voice. He cursed the world and was rewarded with the world's cursed title. The system he had was gone. The gift was non existent. The world had turned him in to a mix of what he was disgusted and hated with what he was. His hate filled heart caused him to travel the village in rage and defeated any who stood before him. Droves of eels followed him everywhere."

"Many years passed me by as I worked up the courage to hunt him. I needed to make the wrongs his rage brought right. It was too long for me to accept that his curse had warped his body to the same as his mind was. I took up my hard trained magical power and earned the respect of five villages by defeating my very brother."

"I nearly cursed the world as well that day. But I remembered the words. I mourned him and found that his soul was missing. I regret I was unable to do anything in my life after that. I saved villages and helped others. Yet, I felt nothing. I was empty and eventually found myself at the end of my life. I had my story written here to teach those who visit my burial chamber looking for answers."

"Never curse the world. The consequences are great and the fall out even worse. Stand strong in the face of the worst. Time may test all. Losing everything is not worth becoming something yu hate the most."

Walker looked at the end. "Su, does this sound familiar to a story about a certain demon?" Su had become focused after hearing that the world cursed people. She remembered the immortal kings' story about the boy and mother his people experimented on and how he had cursed the world only to be turned in to a demon and forced to have the fallen hero system. 

"Yes. We should take a copy of this as well." Su knew that may need it for their research in to the demons. Cosmos had cursed the world and ended up something he didn't like in the last. Immortal king may not have been demons but it was clear to Walker that Cosmos had thought of the researchers as demons and he was turned in to one as a result. 

"This is by no means good to know. There isn't anything about undoing it so it is most likely permanent. We need more information. Is there another ruin like this?" Walker thought that the other ruins might have similar stories if the dwarves had found any. 

"No, the ruins never had a wall like these. They were weaker and needed reinforcement. This is unique." Zenith was still entranced by the art, that was the carvings in the room. 

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