Chapter 16: Origin Fire Test [ll]

"Your Majesty, Code Number 31 in your presence."

The young boy, wearing tidy clothes, knocked on the door.

"Enter!"

Clearing all troubling thoughts, the door faltered, and he carefully entered the probation office.

"Your Majesty."

The young soldier, whose eyes were resting on the document, fixated on the young boy.

"You're going to be my manager, so from today, call me Sir."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Sir."

The young soldier chuckled.

"No need to be so tense. Someone will teach you everything."

Tring!

The young soldier pressed a ring on his table.

"Yes, Sir?"

Rising from his seat, he patted the young boy's shoulder.

"He will teach you from here, and you will be working for me, so you don't have to worry much."

"Yes, Sir."

The young boy straightened his chest and replied.

Shaking his head, the soldier exited the probation office while the new person stood before the young boy.

Forwarding his hand, he said, "I'm the butler of His Majesty."

The young boy shook the hand. "I'm the manager of His Majesty."

The butler indicated the chair where the soldier was previously seated.

"That place?"

"Hmm."

Getting on the table, the young boy grimaced.

'Is this so hard? My body's sore.'

"Don't worry, you'll adjust yourself in the coming days."

The butler, without lifting his head, replied while arranging some papers on the table.

"This will be your work for the upcoming days, and I'll judge you!"

The butler gave the young boy a stern stare before exiting the probation office, leaving him alone.

Taking the stack of papers, the young boy unfolded them one by one, his face frowning deeper.

'Why am I able to understand all of this without even having the memories? Am I regaining the memories?'

Shaking his head, his attention fully lay on the stack of papers, and time continued to tick by every passing moment.

Tick!

"So, in the end, it's all about secrecy."

The young boy whispered under his breath while stretching his body, since sitting on a hard rock table made his body even more sore.

'Should I sign?'

His eyes stared at the ceiling as he fell into deep thought.

'Lend me power... And use it to help people and make their dreams come true while I do all this work in secrecy since all the people in this world are prisoners.'

The young boy huddled his head.

'This trouble...'

He complained, but there wasn't even an ounce of fear or worry since he was gaining the power of origin fire.

Yes!

In the oath, fire was described as origin fire, which meant its power would increase with time, and he had to adapt quickly, or his death wasn't far away. But the power he would receive wasn't described, as it all depended on luck and compatibility.

'Give me one chance to defy my fate and to know about myself. I can't let it go to waste.'

With a determined gaze fixed on the document, the young boy bit his finger.

"Ouch! It hurts."

His face grimaced, but ignoring the pain, he pressed his thumb onto the document.

'It's done!'

He sighed a breath of relief, but he quickly noticed that the stack of documents flew into the air and hovered before his sight.

"Phew! It's a success!"

Soon, a fire lit up in the right corner of the document, and before his eyes, the document turned into ashes and disappeared into the air bit by bit.

As all of this happened, he felt a splitting headache.

"Ahh! Nothing in the document gave an overview of this."

He groaned and clutched his head.

As time passed, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and all his muscles tensed.

'Burning!'

Drip!

A bead of sweat fell on the ground, and his entire attire was soaked in sweat.

"My brain!.... My brain is burning!"

Getting a hold of himself, the young boy gasped under his breath.

As time continued ticking…

The situation worsened.

He was now wriggling on the floor, his body curled into a ball while blood leaked from his eyes and ears, staining the ground.

As time passed, the wriggling slowed as the life within him lost resistance and surrendered to fate.

Now, lying on the floor was an unconscious young boy, his body twitching and his fingernails embedded in his knees.

Creak!

The door faltered, and the butler entered the room.

His cold, emotionless stare remained fixed on the young boy as he suffered inhumane torture.

"Come in!"

A word escaped the butler's mouth, and two soldiers wearing masks entered, standing motionless behind him.

"Bring him to the operating chamber."

The butler turned his gaze and exited the probation office, while both soldiers exchanged glances. In an instant, pity flashed in their eyes, but steeling their hearts, they carried the young boy and followed the order.

…

"Sir, he has been sent to the operating chamber."

The butler, with a soft smile, informed the young soldier.

"It's okay. Since he chose the contract, that means he was already mentally prepared for the upcoming challenges. But real-life challenges always come unexpectedly and also go unexpectedly, so he must bear all of this to prepare himself."

"Yes, Sir."

"And also, don't show mercy in preparing!"

The butler nodded as silence permeated the hall, exuding only a coldness that could chill any soul.