An Extra's POV: My Three Fiancees Hate Me-Chapter 88: Second Trial

Because it was the first day, the classes that they had were not much, and soon after, classes ended and everyone returned to their rooms.

Riven sat on his bed close to the middle of the night, his eyes gazing out the window. It looked like a soft gaze, but his eyes were filled with uncertainty and worry.

His worry sprouted from the fact that the system would be giving him a trial once the next day came.

He pulled up the system interface to watch the time slowly trickle by.

[Riven Von Grave – Status Screen]

[Level: 5]

[Class: ???]

[Title: Disciple of the Sword, The One Loved by Chaos]

[Race: Human]

[Affinities: Blood, Fire]

[Mana: 1310]

[Strength: 25]

[Agility: 25]

[Endurance: 21]

[Intelligence: 24]

[Willpower: 23]

[Perception: 22]

[Charisma: 23]

[Skills:]

[Blood Manipulation – lv1]

[Fire Manipulation – lv1]

[Fist Fight – lv4]

[Flame Blast – lv2]

[Flame Arc – lv1]

[Blood Scythe – lv1]

[Fire Wall – lv1]

[Blood Bind – lv1]

[Sword Mastery – lv2]

[Next Trial: 1hr: 14mins]

As the time got closer, his mind got more chaotic, thinking about the what-ifs and what’s of the trial. Soon the time came to an end, and immediately it was midnight, the system sent out a message.

[Your next trial will now begin.]

Out of nowhere, the book appeared once more, its pages flipped open, and immediately it sucked in Riven.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the same room, the sickening smell of iron that came from the blood filled his nose.

The same eerie feel as before filled his body, and despite the fact that he had killed quite a few things and people in this world, this place still made him feel nauseated.

[Welcome back]

He heard that voice again, his eyes shot to the iron maiden as she stood there. He stood straight and stared at it.

[It seems you have grown stronger and readied yourself for the trial. Sadly, this trial doesn’t have need for strength.

Your trial is: Visit your past, change what breaks you the most, for only then will you know you.]

Immediately the voice finished saying that, the scenery began changing again. It changed into a cold, dark room, the windows were open, and the cold air of night blew through the curtains.

Yet at the corner of their chilly small room was a small boy folded up, his knees close to his chest, and his head buried there. He was shivering and sobbing to no end.

What followed after that was the sound of yelling coming from downstairs, it was so loud that the boy could hear it, and every time the male voice yelled harder at the female voice, the boy would tremble even more.

Riven stood at the corner of this room, his eyes shaky, his hands trembling as well. He recalled this, he knew this place better than anyone because it was his room. It was a night when he was only nine.

His father and mother had never been on good terms since he could remember. No, that was not the right way to put it—his father was something worse.

As Riven thought about this, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps headed toward the room, and he recalled what had happened next this day.

His father slammed through his door. He staggered in, evidently drunk to a state where his eyes were as unfocused as his steps.

But there was rage on his face, and all that was now targeted to the small boy curled up in the corner. He pulled out his belt in one draw, a testament to the fact that he had done this before.

He raised the belt, ready to beat this child. "You fucking brat, how dare you tell your mother that I went out to drink, you fucking bastard! I’ll make you regret the day you were born!" he yelled and swung, but before the belt could hit the frightened Riven, his mother leaped into the room and tackled his father down.

They immediately got into a struggle, and he overpowered her. He pushed her and she slammed into the bed frame. He got up in anger, his nose bleeding—she had seemingly hit him hard enough.

He stormed out of the room with his bleeding nose, leaving her there on the ground. Little Luke immediately got up from the corner and ran to his mother, tears filled his eyes. He grabbed her—she was awake, but weak.

"Mummy, are you alright? Please be alright, you can’t leave me." He cried on her, his tears soaked her dress.

"I’m fine, Luke. Mummy is fine," she said, with some blood coming out the side of her mouth.

When Riven heard the name Luke from her mouth, he felt a stab in his heart so deep he crumbled to the floor as he watched this.

’I was too weak to help my mother. I allowed her to go through a world of pain because of me. I don’t deserve to be her son. I don’t.’ Riven thought, tears streaming down his eyes.

As soon as he thought about that, the scene changed into another one. His mother had returned to the house after leaving him at home for a bit. She had a bag, and something was inside the bag. She walked to Luke, who was seated on the bed in his room.

He had learned to stay inside his room, as that was the safest place for him in this house. She walked to him and pulled out a novel that she had bought from the bookshop.

On the cover of the book were three kids who used some power rings to summon some cool-looking beasts to fight alongside them.

The cool image drew Luke’s attention. He took the book from his mum and hugged her as a sign of thanks.

"I know you can’t be as free in the real world, Luke, but this book allows you to escape reality and go wherever you wish to go. Tell your story your own way," she said with a bright smile that lit up his world.

In the corner of that room, Riven stood, trembling, tears streaming down his eyes because every moment that he saw his mother smile, he felt a stab in his heart. He knew what was going to happen to her, and it ripped him apart.

’I have to stop it from repeating. I have to stop it. No matter what, I have to find a way to stop it.’ As he raged in his mind, the scene changed again, turning into one with him seated on his bed and his father standing over him in the room.

"You stupid brat, you will never be useful. You can’t even carry out the simplest task. I’ll make sure that the next time you open that stupid mouth of yours, I’ll kill you.

You are useless, a waste. Nothing good ever came after you were born."

He roared at Luke for minutes on end, and Luke sat there taking it like he didn’t care. His eyes were empty, his gaze was dead.

His father stormed out of the room, and the tear ducts went open. Tears fell from Luke’s face, but he didn’t sniffle, he didn’t cry. All that happened was tears falling.

He picked up the novel his mother gave to him and began reading it. His tears fell on the pages, but he did nothing to stop it.

"Get up, Luke. Do something. Are you going to let this keep going on?" Riven said, and shockingly, to his surprise, Luke heard him. He looked up. He saw no one, but he heard a voice.

"Who are you?" Luke asked.

Riven had not expected this to happen, but now that it did, he was going to use this opportunity to fix his past.

"I’m you, Luke, but from the future. I know it’s hard to believe, but you have to trust me," Riven said.

"I trust you. My book shows that a lot of supernatural things can happen, so I believe you," Luke said. He looked at the book and flipped the page. He kept on reading.

"Luke, you have to find a way to stop your father. He is going to cause a lot of harm," Riven said.

Luke paused on his reading. He looked in Riven’s direction, and his gaze went cold. "You must have already gone through it, and you didn’t stop Dad. You let whatever was going to happen happen, and now you want me to do what you couldn’t.

What the hell makes you think that I can stop that monster? What the hell makes you think that I can do anything?" Luke yelled, then soon broke into tears.

"I don’t want to be here anymore. All I want is to live in a world like the ones in my story. I don’t care what happens in this world anymore.

Leave me alone. I don’t want to do whatever it is you want me to do. I want to be alone." Luke said and turned away.