'I've reached the limit!'
"I can't do this anymore!" He shouted, raising his toned arms, escaping the magnetic pull from his crotch.
"Sen!?" A surprised voice Rang out.
'Shit,' Zamosen thought—even with his detrimental life choices, his mother still respected him. If she found out what he was doing, he may as well end his life. Luckily his room was locked.
"Uh!... Mom I'm...still meditati-"
Not expecting someone to disturb his sanctuary this early, Zamosen was struggling to find his words.
It was a blessing in disguise though.
"That...won't help you make friends. I'm super worried about you Sen— staying inside won't solve your problems, and isn't going...to make you happy. Ah, I almost forgot...I'm re...marrying tomorrow," his mother said, as her voice fluctuated noticeably on the last part.
Zamosen: " "
The man, who should have been in his mid-thirties, almost released his pent-up energy—in that instant. His thick black hair, resembling his father's rustled ever so slightly; the unnatural vigor in his sharp, black eyes shook.
In the last twenty years, nothing could shake his will...expect the 'demonic force' below.
Shifting from his full lotus position, Zamosen rotated towards the door. The room was completely white and empty, so sound permeated easily. The echo it created was also easy on the mind. The other reason was so the natural energy he built up...wouldn't be obstructed.
Zamosen believed that humans possessed greater power.
Even with him being a shut-in for the last twenty years, his mother never pressured him to find a job or looked down on him. Their family was very well off. The reason was...His father died 20 years ago—tomorrow. His Will dictated they receive his all his life savings.
"Mother...Repeat that last line," he said without a hint of emotion in his voice.
The lack of emotion in his voice must have triggered his mother to cross the line, "YOUR FATHER ISN'T COMING BACK!" She had said the forbidden words he couldn't stomach to hear.
Zamosen believed his father was strong. A fighting prodigy.
He competed and won in various tournaments testing his physical prowess. The secret to his strength was his physiology, that was believed to be on the verge of evolution. His muscles could exert more force than the most well-trained human. Teaching Zamosen, the legendary practice known abstinence, was the only way they have connected. Fighting was his religion, which Zamosen adopted.
In the end, his limits were still that of a human.
Training endlessly, lead to him collapsing dead, on the spot. Abrupt and untimely.
Zamosen, who was a young teen at the time, could never come to terms with it. He wanted to improve on his father's teachings and break the boundaries of man.
He then realized his limits. Training his body would only get him so far.
The feeling of powerlessness for the first time.
Instead of training his body, Zamosen looked for a new way to train.
That was when he discovered natural energy. The invisible force that influences human behavior and physiology. He researched it all and combined it with his pre-existing religion.
Mastering his energy, he believed achieving 'absolute condition' was possible, without even training his body. A combination of the perfect mind and body. This was all in hopes of honoring his father.
He was going to abstain from any form of self-pleasure, and indulgence for as long as it took. Even if it meant twenty years.
Thinking his mother, who was the most supportive of his father would never betray him even after death, was his last hope. Her remarrying was the greatest betrayal.
Zamosen was struggling to keep himself under control. His mother had left after seemingly realizing her mistake. 'I've wasted half my life...for nothing! She's right...father won't be coming back...but I'm not living my life for father!'
Spending his whole life in solitude, without ever fighting a single person was his biggest regret—saving his virginity was...his second regret. Every day he Visualized himself fighting. Zamosen pictured defeating every opponent, with overwhelming strength and speed.
In truth, Zamosen right now was scared to fight. Disappointing his father was his biggest fear. If he couldn't be strongest, he still wouldn't settle for second place.
He ignored the weird sensation, he was feeling on his skin.
'I want power!'
This final thought caused the room to stir. A small fluctuation appeared in sight.
Zamosen saw this but thought he had gone beyond delusional.
He wished he could leave this world—he closed his eyes to steady his mind.
In his extended meditation sessions, he found the weight of the world lift. Closing his eyes for a period of time, he discovered people could see what looked like stars, amiss the endless dark space...
Opening his eyes...he found himself staring into the darkness once more.
In the center of the room was a hole of pure darkness. Not even the darkest Vantablack could compare. There was no sound. Not even light... but the pull was so strong that Zamosen couldn't imagine himself escaping it.
Eons seemed to pass, as he felt like his entire being was being stretched. Every molecule being shredded. Every individual atom.
What should have been a most tragic death, Zamosen was feeling a strange sense of euphoria instead.
Zamosen didn't realize, that he was dying...