Getting A System In A Modern World

Silas saw himself standing in a white room. He did know how he got here. The only thing he could remember was getting into the Evolution Capsule and forcefully losing consciousness.

"What is this place?" He asked himself, as he looked around.

He couldn't see anything but pure white around him. He couldn't even make out the outline of where he was. He would had called it a room but it doesn't exactly looks like a room, as it's endless.

"Then again, what's this place? Is this something like a mental plane or something?"

Silas thought about it and felt that it was the only possibility. He was still thinking about it when he heard a female voice that felt strangely familiar, echoing around him.

"You don't need to worry, master. You're safe here. I will take care of you while you go through your first evolution metamorphosis."

"Master? First evolution metamorphosis?"

Silas was confused by what he heard. Nothing made sense at all.

"You called me master, the only person who can call me master is Luna and your voice is completely different from hers. Who are you and what do you mean by first evolution metamorphosis? Where am I and how did I get here?"

He felt the whole situation to be very suspicious. Who was the owner of the voice and why does it feel vaguely familiar to him? He was very curious to know where he was and why he's here? He also wants to know the voice meant by first evolution metamorphosis?

After Silas' question, the voice went quiet for a while, before a lengthy sigh was heard.

Silas could feel the different emotions in the sigh; sadness, nostalgia, anticipation, happiness, anxiety...

He felt so many emotions that he felt it to be very strange. He was actually surprised that he could feel the emotions so vividly. It was like he knew and understood why the voice had such complicated emotions, and he couldn't help but feel a pain of pain in his chest. He felt like someone pierced a dagger through his heart.

"Why do I feel this way?" Silas asked himself, as he tried to fight back tears that were threatening to form in his eyes.

"Why do I feel so much emotions? Why is this happening to me? Why? Just why?" Silas screamed in pain, with tears rolling down his cheeks, as he held his head and clutched his chest in pain.

He felt like his head and his heart were being torn apart, bit by it. He was in so much pain. Pain that he didn't understand its source.

"It's alright, master. It seems like it's not yet time. Don't worry, everything will happen naturally. Remember why you always?" The voice paused.

Strangely, Silas felt that the pain was starting to subside, little by little. He also felt that the voice was becoming even more increasingly familiar.

He felt that he was starting to understand the reason for the emotions and pain he was feeling, but everything still felt very vague.

"Master, you will always say to me: *****, don't worry. There's no need to rush. We should take things as they come. Remember when ***** finally came and ***$##@$$##$$." The voice stopped when it noticed that it was being censored.

Silas wanted to say something but he found that his mouth was stuck, and the words he wanted to say refused to form. It felt like his vicak cords was damaged and he couldn't make any sound.

He knew that his vocal cords weren't damaged. He knew why he was unable to make any sound is because of the intense and choking emotions he was feeling.

Silas started trying to fight the emotions. They felt very familiar, same as the voice but he can't accept them as he doesn't understand their sources, and what they represent.

As he tried his best to fight the emotions, he felt himself losing consciousness again, but this time it was different.

Rather than calling it him losing consciousness, he felt like he was falling into a trance. The intense pain and emotions he was feeling had subsided greatly at this pain, but he was still feeling aftereffects from it. He heaved constantly, trying to get rid of the feeling.

The next moment, Silas saw that the white space he was standing in, was replaced by pitch dark blackness. He felt the centre of his center of gravity change and instead of standing, he was floating in the dark space.

The whole situation felt so strange and extremely confusing, that Silas wasn't making sense of any of it. He felt like he was being toyed with.

He curiously looked around the dark space he was floating in, waiting for the familiar voice that spoke to him in the white space. He waited for a while but nothing happened.

Silas thought of calling the system but he tried it in when he was in the white space, and experiencing all those pain but he didn't get any response.

He wanted to get answers to his questions but there was no one to do that for him. He decided to call out the voice when he didn't hear it.

"Hey, are you there?"

Silas was hopeful for a response but he got wasn't a response. Instead, the black space he was floating in, was suddenly piercing by a blinding and burning light.

Immediately and reflexively, he raised up his hand to cover his eyes. Even though, he know that he was in currently what he would call the mental plane, his reflexes just acted on their own.

The white light subsided and Silas saw that he was no longer floating in the impenetrable dark space, but he was now floating in what looks like outer space.

He blinked his eyes in confusion at the change of scenery but what was even more confusing was the man's figure that was floating in front of him.

The man's figure felt very familiar and extremely similar to his. He thought of something and his eyes widened in shock.

"We have been given enough time to live a simple life. Now, it's time to make do on our promises. It's time to save them as we promised. Remember, we can't fail twice. We can't lose everything twice. He only gave us one more chance, if we can win against ****, then we will become like the rest."

Not only the figure was similar to his, but the voice was his. Silas wanted to ask questions but the man's figure had already disappeared, and the space around him were starting to crack.

The cracks spread and the space around started falling off like piece of broken glass, displaying the same impenetrable darkness he was previously in. This was followed by a sensation that felt like he was being sucked into a vacuum and was being suffocating.

Silas tried to fight the feeling but he was unable to. He felt like he was dying and he tried calling for help, but he could make a sound as his mouth was stuffed with something that sticky.

He was still trying to save himself, when he saw a archaic and sinister voice echoing in the dark vacuum.

"I'm coming!"