[1% LIFESTEAL] Chapter 4 - The Coldest Night

‘Immediate appointment, my fucking ass,’ Freddy thought with a hint of bitterness.

For over two hours already, he had been waiting in line, and now, it was finally down to only two people.

Raising the glass box, he observed the red vestige within, its eyes closed and mouth shut.

‘Hundred part harm ye bring unto thine enemy, one part ye shall recover.’

The cryptic words still echoed in his mind. Honestly, he didn’t fully understand what the power was until the trader told him.

1% Lifesteal.

And a water affinity.

While the trader was adamant that this was a great power, Freddy refused the offer almost immediately. The trader put the vestige away and pulled several others out.

And it was only after seeing the other offers that Freddy changed his mind.

The trader was willing to part with some seriously valuable vestiges, ones even Freddy could tell were worth a pretty penny, yet, he insisted that this vestige would be best for him.

And, after Freddy finally allowed the man to elaborate, it made a lot of sense.

The talent was an excellent way to save on potential medical treatment, and water affinity was useful if he ever wanted or needed to find non-combat work.

It was the perfect power for someone starting poor and without backing. Well, not perfect. Perfect would be something extremely powerful, but as far as budget talents went, this was a damn good one.

While Freddy was more than glad to entertain dreams of fame and vast wealth, the rate of death and early retirement for archs without a background was staggeringly high.

It also presented a rather interesting future prospect. As he went up the ranks, he was excited to discover what types of evolutions it would undergo.

Taking it one step at a time was wise. He was in no hurry, after all.

After a short while of waiting, it was finally his turn.

When he entered, a tall, tan man with long hair practically jumped him, shaking his hand and patting his shoulder, “What’s up, my man! Come on in, sit. You want something to drink?”

“Uh, hi, uhm…” Freddy’s mind whirled, but there was only real option to consider, “I’ll have coffee if you have any.”

“Sure thing, my dude, sit.” The man turned around and waved a hand over a crystal surface. Moments later, a cup of steaming hot coffee appeared on top of it, and Freddy was a little taken aback.

Grabbing the cup, the man placed it right in front of Freddy while he sat on the opposite side of the table, “Sorry, please wait a minute. Uh… I’m just gonna check something out.” The man said, looking at something on a portable screen.

“Sure thing…”

‘As long as it doesn’t cut my consulting short,’ he added inwardly.

Putting the screen down with one final glance, the man turned to Freddy, “So… Let me see the vestige.”

“Oh, uh, here you go.” Freddy handed the man the red ball, and he observed it a bit.

“I like this one. Reminds me of my grandpa, hahaha.” The man said with a cheerful chuckle, “What’s the talent and affinity?”

“It’s one percent lifesteal and water affinity.”

The man looked impressed, “Damn… That’s nice. Not very adventurous, but if you’re independent, the combo will serve you well. Hang on a second…” The man turned to the screen again, and Freddy sipped the coffee.

He almost spat it out in shock. It was the tastiest thing he had ever put into his mouth, and it didn’t seem to have anything added to it.

‘How expensive is this consulting if this is the coffee you get? Geez…’

Soon enough, the man looked back at Freddy again, hesitantly taking his eyes off the screen.

The consultant clapped his hands and looked at Freddy, “So… First thing I recommend is that you look into moving to a place with either a massive body of water or where there is no water at all, something like a desert. The first will be good if you want to grow reliably, and the second will be wonderful if you want to get paid. Now!”

He turned around and pulled a box up on the desk, pulling out four white scrolls and handing them to Freddy, who grabbed the neatly rolled-up, high-quality paper and marveled at the smooth feeling beneath his fingers.

The man pointed at one of them, “The first is the guide to the frog leap technique. Learn it if you want to stay alive. Second, you have the flowing rain martial arts. Decent barehanded fighting style, although I recommend you seek another one as soon as possible or when you settle on a weapon. Third, this is the squirt spell, and finally, you have the basics of gathering, adjusted for water affinity. This is all basic stuff, so use it mostly as practice for later and don’t grow too reliant on any of it.”

Freddy stared at the four scrolls in shock, “For… For free?”

“What do you mean for free? This comes with the consulting fee. Besides, this is all cheap stuff you can find anywhere.”

Still… This was priceless to Freddy. Despite some remaining qualms with the vestige he had chosen, he was starting to think this deal was better than he had thought.

The man frowned and checked the screen again before continuing, “Now, about that talent…”

Something about the way the man had said that made Freddy’s skin crawl. Was there something wrong with it?

The man continued, “I recommend you experiment with it as much as possible. Healing powers are notoriously tricky.”

“What do you mean?” Freddy said, holding back the anxiety bubbling in his gut.

“Well, for starters, what the hell does one percent lifesteal even mean?” The man asked with a frown, “Can you tell me what the vestige said its power was?”

“Of course, it was uh…” Freddy’s mind froze as he tried to remember the exact words, but the man grabbed the vestige and asked it himself.

Once the vestige repeated the same thing it had told Freddy, the man sat back with a deep frown.

“Is… Is something wrong?”

“There is a lot to say, so I will sum it up as quickly as I can. First, what does enemy mean? Does that mean that it only allows healing from creatures you consider foes? Or is it things that consider you a foe? What about ‘recover?’ Recover from what? Injuries? Do diseases or disorders count? What about scars? Is there a time restriction? What about something like poison? Would it remove it from your body? Would it kill bacteria or viruses? Could it recover lost limbs?

“What about… What about the actual damage? One percent of what? Let's say you kill an opponent with a swift stab to their eye or something. Would it heal you the same amount as if you had destroyed your enemy’s entire body? If so, would it do it instantaneously or gradually as the cells die? What about the harm thing? Could you do something like burn a forest down and heal for one percent of the damage that did? Would your opponent’s bleeding count as damage you’ve done if you’re the one that inflicted the injury? Would it heal you from something like cancer?”

Freddy sat there, dazed at the flurry of questions. How the hell was he supposed to know? Wasn’t it the consultant's job to tell him this?

The man could tell what Freddy wanted to say based on his expression, so he added, “There are plenty of healing powers out there, and the rules upon which they operate vary drastically. Let me demonstrate.”

The man grabbed the vestige and repeated the questions he had presented to Freddy, rephrasing some of them several times. The vestige either claimed it didn’t know the answer, answered extremely cryptically, or simply remained silent.

“I see…” The man looked at Freddy, “No offense, but I was wondering why that old bastard gave you something this valuable and even added a bonus. Just out of curiosity, what the hell did you sell him? You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to, of course.”

“I sold him a vestige, uhm… It had a farming talent and three affinities.”

The man’s jaw dropped, and soon a smile popped on his face, “You’re kidding, right? That’s a joke?” The uncertain look on Freddy’s face was all he needed, “Oh man. Oh boy. It wouldn’t be this one, would it?” The man dragged the screen before Freddy, and Freddy observed it.

He wasn’t sure what he was looking at initially, but he soon realized it was some sort of auction site. It took him several seconds to comprehend what he was looking at as he saw the vestige he had just sold at the very top of the list.

“Se–se–seve…! Seventy fucking million dollars!?” Freddy screamed as he pulled the tablet out of the man’s hands and accidentally dropped it in shock. Thankfully, it didn’t break, but that was the last concern on Freddy’s mind currently, “What!? How!? No, no, no… This can’t be real!”

Freddy got up and paced around the room, gripping his head, “I’m gonna sue him. I’m gonna go fucking sue him.”

“Sit down, man!”

“No, I’m gonna fucking kill him!”

“I said sit down!” The man yelled, and a strange power washed over Freddy, sobering him instantly.

Freddy shakily sat down and looked like he had a thousand things to say, but before he could get anything out, the man gave him a stern look and spoke in an icy tone, “Be careful with your words. You should be grateful.”

“Grateful…? For what!? He scammed me out of…”

“He saved your life.”

Freddy was about to snap back, but those words shook him out of his thoughts, “Saved my… What?”

“If you had known the value of that thing, you would have been dead by the end of the day. There is no way you could put it up for auction anonymously, and if anyone higher up found out about what you had, they would take it and bury you before anyone had a clue about what happened.”

Those words didn’t do much to assuage Freddy’s anger, and he asked the man, “Is there anything else you want to consult me on?”

“Yes. Keep your damn mouth shut. If you try to run around telling anyone you’ve been ‘scammed’ by the trader’s association, you’ll regret it. They take accusations like that very seriously.”

“Figures. Give me my damn vestige.” Freddy grabbed the glass box somewhat violently and stuffed the scrolls into his pockets, rushing out of the office before the man could say anything.

Just as he was about to leave the building, he spotted the finely dressed gentleman that had given him the glass box. Freddy pulled his vestige out and returned the box to the man, shooting him a sardonic smirk as he angrily marched past him.

“Wouldn’t even get away with their life, would they?” He whispered under his breath.

With poisonous thoughts floating in his mind, he soon made it out of the courtyard and onto the open streets of the twenty-fifth district.

***

Freddy locked the doors to his apartment, locked the vestige and scrolls in the chest, and dropped to his bed, exhausted.

It was already getting dark outside, and Freddy groaned at the time he had wasted getting home.

The money had been sent directly to his bank account, or at least, he hoped it had, but he still had to carry the vestige and scrolls on his own.

He was rather paranoid that someone had seen him carrying the vestige earlier today, so he avoided leaving through the same gate he had entered through. A few other paranoid detours later, he finally made it back.

Throughout the entire way back, he boiled in rage at what had happened, and by now, he was thoroughly exhausted.

His entire body hurt from the tension, stress, and what had happened yesterday. The top of his head hurt from when he hit it on the ceiling this morning. Only when he almost passed out did he realize that he hadn’t eaten anything for over a day by now.

He was thirsty as hell too.

Grabbing a bottle from his fridge, he drank the entire thing and entered the hallway to refill it. The toilet was empty, thankfully, and he was back in his apartment within a minute.

As he sat on his bed again, his mind whirled with thoughts.

What should he do now?

He hadn’t expected to become an arch for years, even decades. Despite the eight years Freddy had spent working, all he had saved up was a little over nineteen thousand dollars. One couldn’t even dream of buying a vestige without at least a hundred, and even then, saving for a more valuable one was wise.

Unless you wanted a rat tail.

That made him angry. When he should be happy at what he had achieved today, he felt… Dirty. Exploited.

Years of backbreaking work, poor living conditions, shit food, zero life, and yet, that didn’t even matter now.

A little bit of dumb luck, and here he was.

Emotions clashed, and he found his thoughts spiraling into a dark abyss.

Before they could sink deep enough, he slapped himself and got up, “Thinking about this crap while hungry is bad.”

So, he decided to go to a store and buy something to eat. On his way out of the building, however, he paused.

He didn’t… really have to save money anymore, did he?

Rather than leave the building and go buy poverty slop, he turned to the contact device. But before walking over to it, he returned up the stairs.

Freddy knocked on one of the apartments, and he could hear James’ voice from within, “Coming!”

Soon enough, the chubby middle-aged man walked out, and his eyes shot wide open when he spotted Freddy, “Freddy! I heard the news! Holy crapperoni, you’re damn lucky to be alive!”

“Yeah… It was… Hey, uhm, I’m really sorry about what happened yesterday. I want to make it up to you.”

“You’re what!? Freddy, you’re out of your damn mind,” The man walked up to him and pulled him into a tight hug, “I wouldn’t have been nearly as composed as you were if I had gone through something like that.”

“Still…” Freddy gently pushed him back, “I was thinking… If you wanted to have dinner together.”

“Dinner? I was just about to make something we could eat at my…”

“No, I was just going to order something.”

The man paused at that, “I’m… Not to sound like a cheapskate, but…”

“My treat.”

James frowned and spat, “No! I couldn’t…”

“James. It’s been… Let’s just say money isn’t a problem for me right now.”

That earned Freddy a shocked look from James, and after a bit more convincing, the man finally agreed.

***

“Sorry for the wait!” Freddy entered Sharon’s apartment, seeing her and James sitting at the table. Freddy’s and James’s apartments were too small for guests, so Sharon offered hers instead.

Despite being the largest between them, it still wasn’t all that big. It barely had space for the table.

He had just returned from sending a message to a local restaurant with their order, and soon, their food should be delivered.

Once he sat down with them, they silently waited for a few moments.

Eventually, James gathered the bravery to ask, “So… Can you tell us what happened?”

Freddy didn’t seem at all averse to retelling what happened. However, “Yeah, ah, you know, how about we eat first?”

They nodded and decided to talk about something else instead. Every subject they brought up felt forced, and conversations died out quickly.

James talked a bit about his brother and work, while Sharon discussed some recent politics Freddy was oblivious to.

Then, finally, knocking could be heard from the door.

Freddy got up to get the food, paid the delivery woman in cash, and soon, the three of them were eating some incredible barbeque pork. Nobody asked about the price, but it was clear that it wasn’t cheap.

It took great effort for Freddy to hold himself back from moaning at the fantastic meal. It had been years since he’d last had something this delicious. All the stress, worries, and bitterness washed away with each new bite he took.

Sharon pulled a bottle of wine from a cupboard, apologizing for the low quality. To Freddy, who had never tried alcohol, it tasted terrible and likely would, regardless of how pricy it was.

Once they had eaten, a few moments of casual conversation transpired, and Freddy finally readied himself to retell the story.

There was no anxiety. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel afraid to retell it, and soon enough, it was as if he was sharing some funny anecdote. Naturally, things turned serious whenever the subject got dark, but that lasted only for moments.

It all felt so funny now. How he mistook the passage for a bright room, killed a monster with a can of beans, and got scammed by insurance. There was no way to retell it but through laughter.

There was no other way he could.

Ending the story at his meeting with them, Freddy took another sip of wine. It didn’t go down easy, but his frowns softened as the previously ingested alcohol kicked in.

Suddenly, James frowned and looked at Freddy, mouth hanging wide open, “Freddy!”

“Wha–?” Freddy tried to ask but was interrupted by a hiccup.

“You said money wasn’t a problem! Don’t tell me you’re cutting into your savings?”

Sharon turned to him as well, “Yeah! I thought you got paid by insurance!”

“No, actually… This morning I manifested a vestige.”

Dead silence.

It took a while for them to recover from the shock, but as they did, they both got up to shake his hand and congratulate him.

As they sat back down, James asked, “Tell us more! What is it!?”

“It was a… A non-combat one. With a farming talent.”

A slight hint of hesitation flashed on their faces, but they forced it away.

Sharon coughed, “You should try to sell it and see what they’re willing to offer! If you get enough money, you can pay for education and get a better job! With that, you could one day afford a better one if yours isn’t good enough.”

James added, “Yeah! But hey, that one might not be bad either! Everyone has to eat! Besides, who knows what kind of mystical plants you could farm!”

Putting the glass down after another sip, Freddy clarified, “Actually, I already traded it.”

Sharon and James looked at each other, “Well, what did you get!?”

“I got a vestige with an… Interesting talent, really. One percent lifesteal. Heal for a part of the damage I inflict.”

“Freddy… That’s…” Sharon asked, mouth hanging open.

“A combat vestige, yeah.”

She looked him dead in the eye, “Are you insane?”

“No, why would I be?”

“I don’t know how you afforded the difference,” She spat, “but you should immediately trade it for a non-combat one!”

“I do not want to do that.” Freddy declared with a frown.

James piped up, “Freddy, don’t take this the wrong way, but… You’re damn lucky to be alive. You’ve gone through something like that and still haven’t learned your lesson!?”

“And what lesson am I supposed to learn?”

Sharon yelled, “It’s dangerous!”

James turned to her and grabbed her shoulder to try and calm her down, but she continued, “I lost a father and an uncle to stupid dreams of being a warrior. Our entire family's savings were gone, and we couldn’t even bury their bodies.” She spat, tears running down her eyes, “So don’t be an idiot!”

“I’m not a fucking idiot!” Freddy yelled, and they both backed away, looking shocked, “Feel free to advise me, but I’m not going to sit here and be insulted.”

James adopted a sympathetic expression and spoke softly, “Freddy… No offense, but you have no life.”

Freddy scowled at that one, “Wow, no offense taken, dude, geez.”

“I don’t mean that in a bad way.” James said, and Freddy calmed down, waiting for the man to continue, “Your childhood was taken from you, and… I don’t think you have the right perspective on life, yet you’re… You’re rushing to throw it away.”

Freddy rolled his eyes at that, “And what perspective do you have, huh?”

“Freddy, I…”

“You’re both over twice my age, yet you’re renting a place in a shitty complex, in a run-down district, close to nothing to your name, and without any sign that things will change!” He said, then continued sarcastically, “No offense, James, but you’re a loser! But hey! Don’t get offended, there, now!”

Sharon spoke up, “Freddy, don’t be like…”

“Don’t be like what?” He asked, and then took a sip of the wine, “I know you both believe you’re trying to help me, and obviously, I can’t see things from your perspective. But you can’t see things from mine either.” His voice grew shakier, “I don’t want to keep being a goddamn worker! A life of killing myself for someone else's interest isn’t for me! And, okay, yes, I get it. I might die. But if I don’t fight for the life I want, I–I… I can’t see how it's worth living otherwise.”

And with that, he got up and headed to the door.

James yelled, “Freddy, wait!”

He paused at the door, and the middle-aged man continued, “Please, think this through… You still have time…”

Freddy let go of the doorknob and turned around, “I… I said some things I didn’t really mean. I’m a bit drunk, and I’ve never had alcohol before… Hahaha…”

“Freddy…”

“You’re right, James. You’re right. I–I really don’t have a life. I should have been out somewhere, drinking for the first time with friends and maybe even a lover...” With a melancholic smile, he continued, “But I also want to have meaning.

“I don’t want to wake up every day to do the same thing, slaving away for someone else’s interest. And with a talent, you can’t even dream of changing your profession. You’re just stuck. That… That isn’t the life for me.”

Reluctantly, the two of them slowly nodded, and Sharon said, “Good luck, then.”

James added, “Good… Good luck, Fred.”

“Thank you.” And with that, he returned to his apartment.

***

His window was open to air out the stink in his apartment, and it let in the glow of the city below, faintly illuminating his uncovered figure as he lay on the bed.

Freddy held the red vestige in his hand and stared into its closed eyes, “Tell me, vestige…”

‘Am I making the right choice?’

Said or unsaid, there was no answer to be had from the stoic ball.

Freddy felt bitter, regretful, and just… Sad.

And to think I went there to apologize…

The idea to return and say sorry again floated in his mind, but he ignored it. He had already told them what needed to be said.

So, rather unceremoniously, Freddy started the process of becoming an arch.

He quickly realized he had no damn clue how to do it. So he tried the first thing that came to mind.

“Vestige… I wish to accept your power into my soul.”

Nothing happened.

For a few moments, the red face remained still.

“As you wish.”

It opened its yellow, glowing eyes that held infinite aggression within, a filthy desire weighing the price of life, muted by the calm surface of a lake.

The vestige glowed and began turning into a faint, red mist that seeped into every pore on Freddy’s body.

Once the last wisp of energy was gone, Freddy shook slightly, “Well, that was creepy as hell.”

Not much would happen until he slept. So he got up, picked up the toothbrush, and went to the toilet. It was empty. He brushed his teeth in peace and returned. Then, he changed into his pajamas, closed the window, and lay in bed.

It was cold without his sheets, so he curled up into a fetal position. The pillow was filthy, and its touch made Freddy’s face itch. An intense headache set in, and he hugged the pillow.

The miscellaneous aches all over his body echoed with the shivers…

…As he cried himself to sleep.