The Conquerors Path Chapter 769: Chapter 767-The Story Of A Normal Child(3).

Chapter 769: Chapter 767-The Story Of A Normal Child(3).

It was as if a bomb had exploded in the mind of the boy when he found out about the game called 'Make Them All Yours,' a diverse style of gaming and world control and manipulation that he couldn't imagine being present in the game, but above that, there was something more to it.

The boy, now more of a late teen, couldn't place his hand on it, but he could tell that there was more to it, that there was something to it that couldn't be understood or detected well. The game, in its nature, was calling out to him, and the young man now fell into it, accepting the call and becoming focused on the game.

This led to a whole lot of situations around within his real world. The boy gave up on the so- called darker side he was focusing on, that side of his life being lost. Somehow, the game, in its own quality, had gone forth to make the young man more normal and more humane, thus only giving a bright life to the family as a whole.

The truth couldn't have been hidden long, and now, without the control of his own manipulations on those darker ideas, things only got worse there, but just like life, everything went its way, and the young man now in question became more and more obsessed with the game as a whole, the life of it being a part of him.

In no way did the young man ever feel in his life that he was l.u.s.tful or very desirable towards girls. He was more normal towards those things, yet within the game, he didn't know what it was about it that was making him so focused on taking all these girls for himself, to find out their most inner depth that he could use.

Just getting them all, manipulating them, and placing that perfect harem was his main aim, and a lot of his time went towards it. Of course, even with that, the boy didn't forget to live his normal life. To the outside world, all they could see was the fact that the young man was a little more interested in the game, that's all-nothing more and nothing less.

And the situation was G.o.dsent for the father of the young man, being happy to see that his son was finally being normal. With all that, things flew normally for the boy, the life being something he came to enjoy, but that also came with its own small set of problems of emotions that started to brew like fine wine within him.

These emotions were very hard for him to control, even affecting his normal life. These emotions seemingly bloomed more and more with each successful conquest and successful harem the young man was able to keep. And being as smart as he was, the young man quickly understood how it was all going.

But he couldn't understand the true depth of what everything was. In a sense, it was all supernatural, a feeling he couldn't deal with. Of course, even in the world the young man was living in, he had detected something unnatural about it, but he was never able to place his final understanding.

Seemingly as if a thin veil was shutting off his sense from finding the truth, for the first time, a true mystery fell in his eyes, and somehow, it only made things a bit more obsessive for him, making him much more focused inward, making the young man want to find what lay within these mysteries.

And with that, time pa.s.sed by. The young man got better and better at what he did, gaining several things that started to fill up his hollow self, but that also came with the retribution for the things he had started to neglect in life-things that had started to crawl their way back to the beautiful life he was trying to build.

'My death wasn't a random shooting, it was a planned killing,' Austin thought, his mind whirling and swirling with a lot of things, his past self-ident.i.ty slowly merging with his current self, a touch of spark that has now led him to gaze into his soul in ways he couldn't seem to understand, and yet he did.

'The body I took over years ago half completed me.'

Now, that was the truth. He had gained what he did from taking over the body. It wasn't the fact that the young soul of Austin before he took over, was destroyed or deleted. No, its essence was just robbed and crushed, after which it was joined with his, making them, in a way, a single ent.i.ty that walks and talks as one.

The essence of the original Austin only went forth to make him more whole, while at the same time, the system naturally placed locks and prohibitions within the mind of the original.

Things took a very drastic change.

Austin's POV:

'It must have happened during my mental breakdown.'

I can tell no more-better yet, I can see it now. The very first time after the joining, I went into a sense of mental shock. It wasn't just from death; it was from the essence that had joined with me, pus.h.i.+ng my mind into disarray and causing my emotions to run on hyperdrive, and it was then the system had done something to me.

With a warning, it had seemingly just 'cooled' me down, but that wasn't what it had done. It had just blocked away a lot of my own memories, took away a lot of the things that made me 'me,' and just kept a lot of things that the original Austin would have, a mismatch of character and understanding while weakening my own mental strength.

What happened was the system went out of its way to keep my traits for manipulation-the talent I have in seeing and understanding people. The system kept that within me. It chose to build my own mind in ways that would be most productive for the chance of manipulating girls and getting their affection while keeping my humanity attached.

'I was never weak-minded or a loose cannon.'

It was the truth. While I was indeed regaining my emotions from the game I kept playing, it didn't mean it went forth to take away my numbness and the mental strength I had built up from playing within the backgrounds of the underworld of my past world, which meant the system kept it on purpose.

However, it would be more accurate to say the fact that my mental capacity wasn't full. In a way, my mental state was unstable, which led to a whole lot of changes in mood and decisions, and it even stopped me from seeing things I could have seen on my own a lot of the time.

'But I can't say I hate what was done, too.'

The system had made me more normal, more humane, and more emotional, and right now, feeling the seal now fully lifted on that, I can tell that it was only for the good of me, and the system didn't simply lock everything away, too. No, the system arranged the mental state such that my true one will slowly keep being mixed into my current mental state as time

pa.s.ses.

'But the true lock to get me back was to be just truthful to one person.'

A chuckle left my mouth at that thought. It was a very simple thing to do. I just had to stop pretending, and I had to be truthful-something very easy but something that was close to impossible within the situation I was thrown into. Yet, small chip by chip, I was getting back to the way I should have been.

'In a sense, the system had taken the 'false' mask I had created to live a normal life and made that normal person my real 'persona' while keeping my skills to myself.'

But it had actually locked away the true mental hollowness of myself to protect me, to also give me the normal life I always wanted. In truth, I lived it, and I don't regret it at all. My father had taught me to grow, love, and respect everyone as a good person, while most of what he taught me from the old world doesn't work here, the core principle of being good and

not evil still exists.

'Do no evil to just hurt another.'

'Do no evil for the fun of it.'

'Be evil to protect your family.'

'Be evil to the one that wishes to destroy you.'

'But never be evil just to satisfy a craving, and try to be good as much as possible.'

My father had seen a lot of evil in his time as a police officer, which meant that he knew not everything was just black and white. Grey exists for a reason, but even with that, he just wanted his son to be able to help people if they were in trouble because helping someone, if it doesn't cost you anything, why would it then hurt to try?

My father never taught me to be nice. Being nice meant to just keep helping someone for no reason and, annoying them and hurting yourself in the process. He had just taught me to be kind, different from being nice. And even though I have broken a lot of it here, I think I have

stuck with some of it, too.

'But now I would have to choose... huh.'