Jhul is a hellhole so terrible that the flame of its own star can't survive. A star that lost its spark; now only a lifeless rock remains. Eternal darkness lies over the horizon day by day. Dark wickedness expands to every corner, ruling over all. Generation by generation, its inhabitants evolve with it, while unseen grotesque monsters lurk behind every shadow. The populous, scorched, small, black, human-like beings fight every day to push back the ever-increasing hordes of abominations roaming free. Protecting their brethren was a duty not said but understood.
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"To think you'd steal some luftar the day before the harvest, you heathen, you need to be executed."
"I wouldn't have to take it if you shared. Half of your people don't even have a meal a day."
"Well, half my people don't fight, Drone. Now, how would your father think about his boy stealing what's not his?"
"I don't know; you killed him before I got the chance to meet him."
Drone then picks up the bread, or what this world calls luftar, and throws it at the bastard of a man in front of him. Then quickly runs into the shadows, just past the outer walls of the village. Tears flying through the wind as the boy continues to run
Drone thought, while running to his hideout, about a half mile past the outer wall. Stealthily moving through the dirt and debris of this ruined world, he finally arrives at his home.
"I'll never fight for this damned world in any of my lifetimes."
Digging a makeshift bed in the dirt, Drone solemnly looks in the direction of the village. Overcome with anger, he punched and ground over and over until his knuckles bled. With a deep breath, he then lay down and tried to get some shut-eye with one lasting thought before bed.
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"Thanks for accepting my friend request, Drone, but why is it considered betraying?"
"Since usually your world trains you, you stay with your people as a sort of commemoration, and when you get to the eighth, you give back to your world."
"Wait, did you say give back? How?"
"The moment your world gets a champion, a beacon appears somewhere in your world. It's called an heirloom; anything your champions want to give back, they can."
"Like items"
"Yeah... like items, but you don't find any good ones in the trails. The best ones are in the Eight."
With all this talking, Kin begins to feel an inescapable dryness within his mouth, only for another drop to fall in. Then he hands it to Lovel just in case he is feeling the same.
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Drone watches as this ugly rustic cup proceeds to produce what seems to be an endless amount of droplets of water. With his mouth feeling like a desert and not wanting the water to run out, he makes a decision.
"May I have a drink of that?"
He sees the boys both simultaneously look at one another, then look back at him.
"Seeing as we're both friends, I don't see why not."
Lovel then throws the cup over the table to Drone, but for some reason, he almost misses catching the cup entirely despite it being a perfect throw.
"Kin, I didn't know you had an item."
"I don't really know what it is, but it produces some water, so I might as well keep it with me."
"It looks like it's low rarity, but it would be smart to keep it with us since it's a water source."
"Wait, Drone, what are these rarities? What's the best one?"
"I don't really know how many there are, but the lowest one is Crude, then it's Dull, and that's all I really know of. However, in my world there was a rumor going around that there was a weapon bound to a champion from Nerthol by blood. So I can only imagine how powerful that weapon is, or even its wielder."
Without knowing it, the hairs on each boy's neck stood.
"That sounds strong, especially if Nerthol has it. Oh, Drone, by any chance, do you know if the rarity of the weapons is by what level they are?"
"What level they are? No weapons and items don't have levels."
Drone then slides the rusted cup over the circular wood table all the boys were sitting at.
Without thinking, or rather maybe too much thinking, Kin bit his fingertip till a bead of blood formed and extended the droplet over the -Veil Cup of the Forsaken-. The cup wanted it, an owner. After the droplet hit the cup, all the boys stared, contemplating if something was going to happen.
"Man, I really thought that would work."
"Well, Kin, it was just a rumor, so I don't think it was true."
A blinding light lit up the dark room for an instant, then before the boys could blink, it vanished.
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Item - Veiled Cup of the Forsaken
Rank - Ego
Owner - Kin
Level - 0
Experience - 10/10,000
Abilities - Soul bond
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Just then, every owner of an ego felt the presence of a pup, as if the world held its breath. In that instant, the pup opened its first eyes to the world, letting out a soft yawn that seemed to echo through the air.
The boys, witnessing a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle without even knowing it, were confused.
"Kin, are you ok?"
"Yeah, LoveI, I didn't expect that to actually work."
"How or where did you even find that thing?"
"I found it a few doors down from this one. As to how, I don't really know either."
"Well, what rarity is it?"
"Its rank is Ego."
"Huh, never heard of it."
Looking back down at the cup, making sure nothing was wrong with it, Kin noticed a new ability.
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Ability - Soul Bond
Information - The item will be able to transport itself through the soul.
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Feeling like the item wanted to move on its own, it did just that. Completely leaving Kin's hand, nowhere to be found. In a daze, Kin was dumbfounded as he just watched the cup disappear into thin air. Then watching it come back, as if a dog was showing off a new trick it had just learned. Continuously materializing and vanishing, Kin laughed.