Arkan – Intuition VS System VS A.I

The handsome man and the misfortune of a baby reincarnate

'You cannot reason with a tiger when your head is in its mouth. All you can do is curse it and hope that your words have power such that it courses its balls to explode. That's the only way it would leave you while you are at death's door.'

Arkan was at it again. In fact, he was looking at a man that was again feeling a syringe up with a green liquid that Arkan had come to fear more than anything in the two lives that he had lived.

It was no coincidence that he considered this man as the tiger and he was cursing him each day he woke up until he fell asleep. All he wished now was for this man's balls to explode for what he had been making him go through.

He looked at the man and then the injection and then at the man again as he saw him coming closer and then he cursed him again as he cried out loud.

"Well, with such a horrific cry I see why even I would think that you are cursed. Even a goblin's cry is way more bearable than yours."

Draka said as he closed his ears from the inhuman cry Arkan was letting out.  He took Arkan's arm and injected him with the light green liquid but only injected just a raindrop of it.

He watched as Arkan cried even harder, undoubtedly feeling the pain of the liquid that just entered his body. That was when a foul smell assaulted the room.

"What there!? Even your excrement's smell can kill beasts. I should weaponize it"

Draka said as he used one of his techniques to block his nose.

'Fuck! I promise! I will kill this bastard if I live through this. Does he get joy from torturing newborn babies?!.... Shit! I just shat myself again!'

Arkan did not know whether to be angrier at the fact that he was being tortured by some mysterious stranger in a blue cave or the fact that he could not control his bawls.

The thought of the years that he would have to endure all of this without having any power to do anything for himself and having to depend on this psychopath who loved to torture him infuriated him.

As the anger engulfed him, he suddenly stopped crying and looked at Draka straight into his eyes.

As he did, he could not help but shake the feeling that these eyes looked familiar to him, and the fact that they did not look like all the others that wanted to harm him even though they were unmistakable those of a stone-cold killer made him pause for a bit.

What was amazing though was the fact that they were as blue as the cave that they were in.

"Awe, is that the look of a week-old baby or of a killer?"

Draka said with intrigue as he saw the fury in Arkan's eyes as he glared at him. He watched as the veins in his skin turned light green as the liquid traveled through Arkan's arm and up to his should, trying to infect his whole body.

That was when it finally stopped and the light green part in his arm started to retreat. It ended where the needle had pierced Arkan's arm.

A drop of the same amount of liquid that he had injected him with came out and dripped down on the floor.

Arkan finally took his eyes off Draka as the pain that he was feeling instantly disappeared.

With its disappearance hunger replaced the pain and it was a hunger that threatened to put him back into the void of darkness that was not sleep but nothingness.

Draka was prepared this time as he had a bottle made of silver that had a small opening at the top like a juice bottle with him.

He put it on Arkan's lips and he hugged it with his small hands like his life depended on it.

Arkan did not know what it was, but if anything, he would describe it as some kind of milk product.

"There is so much more to you than that meets the eye, little Demon Cry."

Draka said as he smiled after Arkan kidnaped the bottle from him.

Arkan's action reminded him of the day he had come back to the cave.

He had found Arkan awake and as soon as he got closer to get a good look at him, the cry that seemed to come from the pits of hell itself assaulted his ears.

He did not know that babies could produce such a cry. Arkan continued to cry as he observed him some more until he remembered something that the woman in the store had reminded him of before he left her store.

'Remember to take off that hood of yours when you get back. Children get scared easily.'

She had said to him as he was about to walk out the exit door.

"I almost forgot. The years living alone seem to have made me indifferent to my appearance."

Draka said as he sighed.

The darkness that shrouded the inside of his hood slowly disappeared and he moved the hood from his head, revealing a person that made the inhuman cry coming from Arkan stop.

A few moments before Draka had come into the cave, Arkan had just woken up and was just looking at the blue ceiling of the cave.

'Am I dead or not?'

He asked himself as he lifted up one of his hands as if to touch the ceiling.

'My hands are still the same as that time when I was in that room with my mother, the others, and that bastard.'

He thought.

'Then where am I? I remember being dropped into that sea of clouds. If my body is still the same and I feel the same way as I did back then, then that means something must have happened when I fell asleep... No, you cannot call that sleep.'

He thought as his eyes started dotting around as he tried to move his body.

'If I am alive, that means I have not yet failed Oizys and I haven't squandered the opportunity that he has given me.'

He thought as he started to be hopeful again. That was when a black hooded figure's head shrouded in darkness showed its head as he looked up again.

"What the!!!!"

He let out a scream, well, he thought it was a scream but to anyone else it sounded like a goblin, a cow, and a pig had cried out altogether.

"The Grim Reaper? What? Am I truly dead then? I guess fortune illudes me in any world. I curse everything. I curse this evil-looking bastard. I curse my father, I curse the world, I curse my mother, I curse Alax for dying, I curse my s..."

He could not continue on his rant because what he thought was the Grim Reaper turned out to be something else. Something that he did not expect through all the misfortune he had just experienced.

The darkness that shrouded the hooded figure had disappeared and the hood that was over his head had been taken down and revealed a handsome middle-aged man with blue eyes that were as blue as the cave that he was in.

What's more, those eyes seemed familiar but he had no time to dwell on them as relief took hold of him.

As he came to terms that this was really a human being that was looking at him, he took a good look at this man that could be considered in the top one percent of what women considered handsome men on Earth.

His hair was long and brown while his face was smooth and mainly like he would never grow a beard. His glowing blue eyes added mystery to his features and exclaimed each and every feature of his.

Arkan looked on as he took his armor off, revealing a toned body that was more like that of an athlete than a bodybuilder, but with each muscle well-defined and oozing with power.

Arkan took note of the fact that he was shorter than the king and the other man he was with, him being as tall as the women who were in the room when he was born.