Emergency Quest

"Goddamit" a man mumbled a curse as he was walking at a leisurely pace. A scowl was visible on his face.

"Why did I have to get the short straw and have to pick up that goddamned vegetable"

"Heh, I guess at least I can teach that plant its place a bit" The man's expression suddenly brightened up at that thought.

The man was a servant of the prestigious Torvus family as indicated by his navy blue robes with bronze accents which were synonymous with the lowest rank of servants within the Torvus family.

He had a skinny physique with short mousy blond hair, a potato nose, and freckles all over his face. Despite overall being quite skinny the man's face looked a bit pudgy.

Within the Torvus family, all the servants were required to be cultivators, and this man was no exception. However, his cultivation was the lowest of all the servants only being at the 1st stage of QI gathering.

This made him a prime target for other servants to pick on him and push all the tasks they disliked to do onto him. This made him extremely bitter and quick to anger but he was no fool and knew that picking on someone with stronger cultivation was akin to a death wish.

This is one of the primary reasons why he enjoyed picking on Messor Torvus the youngest son of the Torvus family.

He hated the fact that the child had higher status and could easily make his life hell. But despite that, the child was unlucky enough to be born a vegetable but still had a better life than he could ever have.

Just for that fact alone, he despised the child and he knew this was the only time he could treat someone of higher status like dirt. He loved the feeling of power and control he had and longed for the day when he would stand above everyone else.

As long as Messor wasn't bruised up too much it could be easily blamed on his mental state. The Torvus family valued strength above all, and even though they treated Messor gently they still wouldn't be too bothered if he was slightly bruised as they believed as long as he isn't seriously injured then it would make him stronger one way or another.

Unknown to them, this allowed some servants to treat Messor worse than dirt, however, none were brave enough to physically injure the young man, none but one that is.

The man continued walking and noticed the person he was about to take out all his grievances on sitting by a tree.

"How's it going you…" Just as he was talking towards Messor he heard something that stopped his voice in disbelief.

"Argh, this is honestly starting to hurt my head…" groaned Messor

'W-what? D-did he just speak?' the man thought to himself in disbelief with a worried look on his face.

Immense bloodlust suddenly radiated from the man as he briefly thought of killing the young boy before convincing himself that he was just hearing things.

'Right, no way that piece of dirt would be able to speak. If he could I would already be dead.' The man sighed before shaking his head and fixing his sight back on Messor before continuing walking towards him.

"I guess I really could use this stress relief more than I thought" he chuckled to himself as he got closer to Messor

"I hope you are ready for the beating you're about to get you stupid rat" The man grinned as he cracked his knuckles however the next thing he heard shattered his world.

"I might be a rat but unlike you, I don't bite off more than I could chew" Messor replied as his cold-looking Azure eyes stared at the man who had just insulted him.

Glass could be heard shattering within the servant's mind. "W-w-what?! You can talk?" The man started asking with a worried sheepish tone.

"Since when could you speak? Were you only pretending to be a fool?" The servant shot out follow-up questions as his body trembled out of fear.

Many thoughts were currently flying through his head, he knew that he was in serious trouble but he wanted to figure out just how much. Maybe he could get away with just apologizing but when he thought back to the horrible things he has done to Messor he quickly shook that idea out of his head.

"It's none of your business and doesn't concern you in the slightest" Messor replied with his brows furrowed in anger.

"You were pretending to be a vegetable, weren't you? Since when? You were pronounced a vegetable at birth so when did you get better?!"

The servant tried questioning Messor again but to his anger, Messor replied coldly.

"Didn't I already tell you? It is none of your business" He proceeded to get up slowly and stand up to face his servant.

He knew very well what was going to come next and he wanted to be prepared as much as he could. He knew the man was going to try and kill him but at the same time, he also knew he had no chance of killing him.

He could only pray that luck is on his side and the servant somehow messes up. Messor was highly intelligent so he figured he would be underestimated and his opponent wouldn't use his cultivation against him.

This was the biggest hope for Messor's survival.

The servant looked at Messor with a dumbfounded look. His killing intent flared up around him as his resolve strengthened.

'I have to kill this bastard, I'll push him off the cliff without using my cultivation that way it won't be linked to me or anyone else as murder. We might get punished for not paying attention to the brat but nothing too bad should happen over neglecting a vegetable'

The servant convinced himself of what must be done and started preparing himself to rush at Messor.

"You've only got yourself to blame brat if you never spoke you would have lived a long life" An evil grin flared on the man's face as he rushed towards Messor

He rushed at him with both of his hands close to his chest, his arms were ready to push Messor down the cliff.

[Quick, twist your body towards the left!] The system shouted a piece of advice in Messor's mind

Believing that the system wouldn't give him bad advice he twisted his body just as the servant was about to touch him.

The servant tried to redirect his body too just as Messor did but due to his focus being on Messor's face that he found immensely irritating, he had not noticed a root sticking out from underneath the earth.

The root caught his foot just as he started turning and he ended up falling over and flipping over the edge of the cliff.

If he didn't decide to try and turn just as Messor had he would have gone straight down the cliff but instead he flipped over his shoulder and by some extremely unbelievable stroke of luck had managed to grab onto the edge of the cliff.

Panic quickly set in on his face as he shouted towards Messor screaming for his life "PLEASE, PLEASE SAVE ME!"

He pleaded towards Messor who almost instantly went to grab his arm. Relief washed over the servant's name as he thought he would be saved but the killing intent didn't stop radiating from him.

Even though his life would be saved by the person he wanted to kill he didn't think for a second to change his plans. The second he was safely back on the ground he would make sure to end the brat's life.

Messor was holding on tight and trying his best to pull up his would-be assassin but he failed to realize he lacked the strength to pull him up.

Despite gaining back normal cognitive functions Messor still lacked physical strength. He wasn't able to eat normal food while in his semi-vegetative state and didn't get much physical exercise so his strength was barely there.

Noticing that Messor was lacking strength the man decided to give him a bit of a push to try harder because his life depended on it and voiced some words of encouragement. "You can do it, Young Master, just a bit more and I'll be able to pull myself up"

[What are you doing? Kill that bastard. He dared to try and harm my precious little host! This is unforgivable, this bastard deserves to be tortured and have every muscle fiber torn off one by one till he begs for his life to be forfeit!]

Messor was in disbelief, he knew the system wanted him to take lives but he never expected the system to get furious to the point that he advocated torture and not just an instant death.

'He did want to kill me but if I can save him then I want to do it!'

[Haa, you will be the death of me]

[That man still wants to end your life, the second you pull him up he will kill you]

Messor started quietly contemplating as the system said that.

The servant could tell something was wrong so he spoke up causing Messor to accidentally loosen his grip. It was only a momentary lapse but that was enough for the man to slip from his grip entirely and fall to his doom.

[Emergency Quest Complete

Reward: Divine Reaper Cultivation Technique]

Messor sat back by the tree with his shoulders slumping low as he breathed heavily.

He was still in shock over what happened, even though he knew his life was in danger and it was an accident he still felt guilty over the death of the man. If his stomach wasn't empty he was certain he would be throwing up all he could.

[Calm down, what's done is done. If he didn't die you would have died instead]

[The cultivation world is a dark, dark place filled with many horrors and atrocities, only the strongest can live a happy worry-free life]

[If you listen to me you will eventually make everyone else look like ants in comparison]

Messor nodded, he understood where the system was coming from but he still hasn't come to terms with indirectly taking a life.

[Now be quick and sit down in the lotus position, you've gained the ultimate cultivation technique that could ever possibly exist but you don't have time to learn it right now]

'What do you mean I don't have time?'

[You have to cultivate the dissipating QI from your opponent as you kill them. Once you become stronger this won't be a problem anymore but for now, you have to do it quickly]

'But if I don't have time then what am I supposed to do?'

[Just listen to me, stop questioning me]

Messor nodded his head in agreement and decided to hold his questions for later.

[I know the technique, it won't be as potent coming from me but just this once I'll gather the QI for you]

A smile appeared on Messor's face, he knew this meant that he would take his first major step on the path of cultivation and joy washed over him.

[Just close your eyes, relax, and don't struggle. It will feel like someone is trying to posses your body but don't fight against it. If you do something might go wrong and you truly will lose any chance you've had at becoming a cultivator]

Messor closed his eyes and relaxed fully, he had no choice even if he wanted to. His life was already over before the system showed up in his life so in his eyes he had nothing to lose but everything to gain.

He could feel his skin tingling as if something invisible was gently pricking his skin, suddenly he started to feel hotter all over his body as the QI that was flowing towards him started to enter his skin into his body.

This went on for a handful of minutes before Messor felt an extreme surge of energy and felt it was okay to open his eyes.

He looked at the palms of his hands and clenched his hands forming fists. He couldn't quite understand it yet but he felt like his strength became incomparable to what it was before. A big smile was present on his face as he was overjoyed about this fact and had already forgotten that just minutes ago he indirectly caused the death of another person.

[Congratulations on becoming a cultivator!]

"...sor?!"

Messor was about to reply to the system and ask several questions but he suddenly heard the tail end of something and turn around to look at the voice.

A woman who looked to be in her early 30's was standing around 20 meters away from the tree Messor was sitting under.

Despite this being the first woman he ever consciously saw he thought she was beautiful.

Tears could be seen flowing down from her lilac eyes, she had white hair tied up in a nice bun and was adorned with plenty of expensive-looking jewelry. Her body looked perfect with curves in just the right places causing her to radiate a mature charm.

She was wearing a robe similar to Messor except the main difference was it had a gold trim instead of a silver one but despite wearing simple robes like this her body helped give the illusion of the clothing being the finest piece of fashion available.

Deep down in his heart, Messor felt a connection to this woman but couldn't quite guess why.

She suddenly appeared before Messor in a blink of an eye and pulled him into her embrace hugging him closely and tightly.

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Hope you've enjoyed this chapter if you got this far. I'll do my best to post the next chapter within the next handful of hours. As an apology for the late posting, I tried making this chapter a bit longer. Unfortunately, I got up later than expected so it couldn't be helped.

If you enjoyed this chapter make sure to add this to your library! More fun things are coming and the OP journey is just about to begin!