Talent System: I Instantly Master My Opponents Skills
Chapter 119: His Name Is Hereon (4)

Chapter 119: His Name Is Hereon (4)

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He felt pained.

This was the most agonizing moments of his life.

His body was strapped to a chair and his eyes were plucked out from their sockets, then it was followed by an unnatural unbearable pain in his head.

He would be healed with healing magic, only to repeat the same unbearable process.

While the process was agonizing, he had still managed to keep his sanity.

He bit his lips, drawing blood to stop himself from screaming out loud.

"Just one more, you can do this."

The man encouraged from the side.

The woman proceeded to heal him with her magic.

A process that had happened many times replayed itself as the pain vanished, and the darkness that was with him receded.

He was able to see again.

"Does this look good?"

Even though he was the one who they were getting the eyes from, he wasn’t the center of attention.

The man currently wore a mask.

A white fox mask with red designs on it.

"Does this accentuate my new eyes?"

He questioned.

"No, maybe you should try orange instead?"

She suggested.

"Good idea."

The man’s body seemed to eat itself up as the space around him even began to look tangible.

His body swirled, like that of a dungeon portal.

And then, he vanished in an instant.

There was no flashy display of light as he teleported.

It was almost as if he was never there to begin with.

It made Hereon doubt if he was actually using a teleportation treasure.

His gaze refocused on the woman.

"This is the last time, do you want a little break?"

"No."

The woman shrugged, before beginning a process he was all too familiar with.

She placed her hand on his face.

He felt something inside him pop, and the vision in his left eye was gone.

She repeated the same process with his right eye, and in a moment he was blinded.

Again.

He couldn’t see anything once again.

The woman muttered something incomprehensible to herself as she held the boy’s eyeballs.

"When will that idiot come back?"

She questioned no one, but spoke out loud.

Hereon didn’t pay her words any heed, he was in a world of darkness, and he awaited the familiar pain.

But it didn’t come.

"Since the idiot isn’t coming back, I should at least heal your eyes so you can see."

The woman tossed his eyes into her left hand and focused on restoring his eyes with her right.

’How is she healing me if she isn’t using a potion?’

Healing magic didn’t exist, that led Hereon to believe that there was something extra that allowed her to restore his eyes.

Since the familiar pain did not return, Hereon was able to think without his head feeling like it was melting away, on the bit of exploding with the chunks of his brain flying everywhere.

’Why isn’t it here?’

The pain.

He was familiar with it.

Why wasn’t it here?

It was meant to be here. It was supposed to be here with him.

"The hell."

The woman cursed.

Hereon didn’t understand why she was cursing.

As she healed his eyes he felt something bubble inside of him. Instead of pain, he felt something in his chest.

Before, it was silent.

Now, it was bubbling violently, it threatened to burst and spill out everything it held.

Hereon’s felt his mana deplete rapidly, as if it was getting sucked out of him. And he couldn’t do anything about it.

His mana found its way into the sudden thing that formed in his chest, causing it to enlarge until it became noticeable even outside his body.

The woman didn’t seem to notice as this.

Hereon couldn’t breathe, the thing forming in his body wouldn’t allow that.

It slowly traveled through his body, taking an agonizing amount of seconds to move.

It was as if it was mocking him by intentionally moving slow.

Without mana he couldn’t breathe.

It was the first time he was feeling helpless against such a thing, whenever he messed up the breathing technique he could always rely on mana. But now, he didn’t have said mana to rely on.

He was as good as a normal human being; a non-awakener, in this situation.

Slowly, the thing approached his head.

When it finally reached there, it stopped moving.

The boy could finally breathe again. He desperately drew in quick breaths as soon as he could breathe again.

The thing burst.

It released everything that had been stored in it, including all of Hereon’s mana.

The burst of mana was released outside of his body, pushing the woman a few feet backwards.

The chair he was sitting on wasn’t able to withstand the burst of mana that his body released. The chair broke under him, falling him onto the ground but removing the restrictions placed on his body.

Hereon slowly opened his new eyes.

’I can see clearly.’

He doubted if his vision would be alright after what had happened in him.

’No, I can see clearer than I could before.’

His eyes could see better, more clearer than they could before.

"What happened?"

The clarity of his vision was undeniable, even more so than his former eyes.

Hereon found himself on the ground, he sat on the broken chair.

"What the hell just happened?"

The woman questioned, dusting herself.

"I... don’t know."

He looked at her.

She stared back at him.

Then, her expression morphed into surprise.

"Your eyes..." She said.

He knew his eyes were able to see clearer but he couldn’t understand what she meant.

’Did something happen to it?’

He would have looked if he had a mirror, but unfortunately he was no longer in the Hachiman clan compound.

"Those aren’t your normal eyes."

He didn’t understand her words.

"You have the Null eyes."

It took him a moment to process her words, but when he did, he had never been in more disbelief in his entire life.

"The Null eyes."

He repeated her words.

He doubted it. He really doubted her words.

However, he still wanted to see.

He didn’t have a mirror or anything that would allow him to see his reflection. He could only stand up from the broken chair.

"Hey, I’m back!"

The voice was cheery, the person was easygoing.

Before his body appeared his voice had already come through, Hereon with his knowledge about treasures due to his heritage knew that it wasn’t one of the characteristics of a teleportation treasure.

’These people aren’t normal.’

First, the man used some sort of teleportation technique, and the woman was able to restore his eyes even though healing magic did not exist. And there were also more of them, there were more members in their team.

If he awakened the Null eyes at his age...

"Oh, your eyes are blue."

The man was surprisingly calm even after seeing this.

"You’ve awakened the Null eyes, haven’t you?"

Hereon didn’t know how to respond, if he had truly awakened the Null eyes, it didn’t make sense that this guy was so unresponsive towards it.

They should have already began extracting his eyes again so they could transplant it with the eyes of their other teammates.

"Did you know about this?"

The woman asked.

"Of course I didn’t."

The man continued.

"Can you imagine that he thought I would actually bring a Hachiman with the Null eyes with me instead of just the normal eyes?"

"Yes, I would have thought the same."

She said.

He didn’t seem to mind her words and continued.

"He said something about the secret of the Null eyes lying in the genes of the Hachiman’s, so unlike their normal eyes, if we extract them it will revert back to its normal form.

And then, he told me to return the Hachiman with the Null eyes to the Hachiman clan before they find about it.

He didn’t even bother to look at the eyes, so I threw them away."

The two people in the room seemed to have forgotten about his presence.

’Should I leave?’

He quickly dispelled the thought.

Both of them were rank 0 awakeneds and would be able to detect him if he even moved a muscle.

"Anyway..."

The man apparently wasn’t done.

"Hereon, leaving all that dark stuff about eye extraction and all, you can now think of yourself as a member of our little group."

The man slung his arm over the boy’s shoulder, even though he was a bit taller than him.

He turned his head.

"Aira, take care of this mess."

"Now, as I was saying, since you’re a member I’ll have to introduce you to our team members. Most of them are cool, but then there are some pretty bad ones."

The man drawled on, but after his initial words, Hereon stopped paying attention.

Instead, he thought back to how he came into this situation.

’Titania’s death, Jason, father...’

Those were the three defining factors in his life.

Without the first two, he would never had changed from the snotty brat who had dreams of taking over the clan.

Now, he was somewhere with freakishly strong and weird people; one who was seemingly able to teleport without using a teleportation treasure and another that could seemingly heal with magic, but he couldn’t deny that they were strong.

’With the power they’re offering, I may actually be able to achieve it.’

His goal.

’With this power, I could do it.’

It wasn’t his former goal of taking over the Hachiman clan.

It was something his sister would have wanted if she was alive...

The death of Jason Hachiman.