Genesis lay on the ground, beaten and battered, after the thrill that he just had. It was so incredible that one could not even begin to imagine what he had just experienced. Genesis had a dream about the three, now one, "souls" of the White Room and when he had awoken from his slumber, the dream was in reality. Now that Genesis thought about it, the dream was a fragment of the past. The past were the Purposeless Wanderer had battled the creature and escaped.
'If a being with such divinity could not defeat that creature, then what chance would I have had?'
Genesis questioned silently. He remembered how the beast and it's brothers killed and hurt one another until it's brothers died of blood loss and it ate them. It won but not without countless wounds on it's body, especially the wound inflicted by the Purposeless Wanderer, who left his golden sword inside the beast's skin, and for some reason the beast could not take it out, maybe due to a lack of functioning hands, or the fact the beast was to big and the sword was to small, but for what ever reason the sword stayed in the skin and that fact saved his life, it even let him exit in a similar manner as the Purposeless Wanderer, which spited the beast.
Genesis looked at the golden sword, he has never seen gold in real life, only on the television screen, he wished he could sell it, but maybe gold was worthless since people fell of the Earth.
While inspecting the sword, Genesis had a brilliant idea. He sliced at the White Room's flesh, leaving a grandiose wound on it. The cut was fast tearing through the meat quickly. His theory was correct. Although his memory was unclear due to the shock he experienced, he knew that his silver sword did not have the same effect, so there were two possibilities.
One would be that the golden sword was simply just better than his previous sword. Perhaps it had a special enhancement to it, or the Purposeless Wanderer's divinity blessed the sword with a more powerful edge.
Two, was that the injuries of the White Room scaled by tier of quality or how extortionate it was. Either possibility was possible and either possibility made his blade stronger. He finally had an advantage to counteract the disadvantage of being blind in one eye.
He looked at the sword acknowledging it and he continued on with his grand voyage. He stumbled across multiple tentacles, which were difficult, but Genesis eventually got used to their speed, length, strength and their ability to change girth.
Genesis wandered across, his mind filled with recollections and memories of the conflict and grand escape he had with Hallowion. He thought about things with his new life in consideration.
'If the Purposeless Wanderer had made an enemy such as that one who is to say that he had not made enemies with even more powerful foes?'
That would not be especially good for Genesis. Taking into consideration what Genesis knew about the Purposeless Wanderer, then he knew that he had made for enemies even stronger than the Grey Soul of the White Room. If a man who was so careless to show his true form in front of human eyes, let alone human eyes that belonged to someone like him. Then, that man was sure to have had a few more foes due to his carelessness.
Genesis kept true to his journey, trotting forwards and occasionally coughing up blood due to the multiple splinters in his mouth, it became so bad that Genesis's mouth felt numb and started to change into a hard to look at yellow. He was getting anemia. This was not good. If he had such a dangerous disease here, in a place where there was no hospital or help nearby, then he would really die. Genesis almost laughed at the revaltion, he had seen things of a different level of reality which broke his mind, he had fought an Agent when his mind's own thoughts were like blades, stabbing him repeatedly, he had trained for months and faced the vessel of the White Room, he had killed and fought an indescribable number of Agents, he had led a cohort into battle in a raze against the inside of the White Room, he was one of his king's greatest and smartest asset in battle, he had defeated a monster created by the White Room, he had lost an eye, he had escaped the literal manifestation of the White Room's strongest soul, all while doing that gaining numerous scars, bruises, aches, splinters and mental breakdowns and now he was dying to the wooden hilt of his sword, just fantastic really, he could never catch a break because it seemed the whole world had just decided to outlaw him, throw him in the dark and leave him there, just his luck growing up with nothing and now dying with a little more than nothing, he swore that if he survived, he would personally hand the White Room the head of it's soul.
He crawled towards what he thought was another town. If he was to truly die, then he would die killing Agents. He dragged his feet towards a single house, he watched through the window observing the Agent.
As to not cough, he bent forward and let the blood spill out of his mouth, it fed the flesh, and the flesh grew, bigger. This time the window of the house was not too high so he came in the window and hid under the stairs.
When the Agent came downstairs, it looked different. It had plates of armor, Genesis did not know what the armor was made of, but it was grey in color.
'Now I hate that one especially. It reminds me too much of the soul of the White Room'
Genesis reflected spitefully.
Genesis waited until the Agent turned its back to close the window, then he struck, or atleast tried to.
The minute the golden blade, even came close to the proximity of the Agent, Genesis was thrown into the ceiling by one of it tentacles, it was fast, too fast, faster than the Agent should be.
This Agent was advanced. The Agent then spoke in a chilling manner with a sly voice.
"Hello, Hated One of the White Room, I do not know why you attempted to take take my life, but I do know that if the White Room wants you dead, then so do I, so fortunately you must die to the tentacles of an advanced Agent."
Genesis struggled as the tentacles tightened on his armor, crushing the silver with incalculable strength. Genesis's lungs were getting less air and more blood as the wound in his mouth was spilling with blood into his lungs. He tried to kick at the agent, but it did not even leave a scratch.
Genesis threw the golden sword at the Agent. The Agent looked at the approaching sword with a look of underestimation and boldness. It let the sword fly towards it and it pierced its head. The Agent looked shocked as it fell to the ground with blood pouring everywhere. Genesis rejoiced and went over to the Agent's body to mock it.
Genesis tried to laugh, but instead of sound, blood came rushing out of his mouth. But in his victory something strange was happening, the Agent's body was regenerating with some of it's flesh sticking to the ground, changing into the same color as the average walls Genesis saw inside the White Room. Genesis rushed to the Agent stabbing it again before it could fully regenerate and he pushed it against the walls, when it started to regenerate, the Agent had lost its tentacles, with the tentacles having regenerated into the walls of the meat house. Leaving only its head and Genesis questioned it.
"If you have these abilities, how many more have them? Answer if you value your life."
Genesis pointed his gold blade above its head as he was still bleeding, his vision losing meaning as he staggered.
"I was blessed by the Soul of the White Room and it advanced me, any Agent that you will meet onwards will be advanced such as I am."
The Agent proclaimed, lacking its previous mischievous tone and instead sounding robotic.
Genesis looked the Agent in the eye and stabbed it, holding some of the flesh in his hand. He had an insane idea, but this was the only chance. He put the flesh inside his mouth, with it filling the holes in his mouth. His flesh was regenerating, he smiled as he took his sword to try out another bold idea of his.
Genesis made a light cut on his hand, but it didn't heal, he then made a cut on the lower section of his mouth and before a drop of blood could hit the ground it was healed. Genesis now had advanced regeneration! It may have been only on the lower section of his mouth, but it was something. But every action has its reaction. Every mistake its repercussion. Every questionable decision its consequence.
The pain started after his fun, his thoughts were weaponizing against him, the voice of the Agent told him to surrender and to end his own life, that it would be better that his endless suffering would end here, but Genesis had goals to achieve, well actually no goals, but he had a way he wanted to die and it was definitely not like this. He fought against the negativity in his being, with every ounce of presence he had, his soul even kept him in check, making the mind's attack concede, leaving only the hollow and lonely voice of the advanced Agent. It was all alone in Genesis's body now, and it felt the pain he did.
Genesis smiled at the countless possibilities he could achieve as he rubbed his chin. He stabbed his lower lip with his golden blade and he could hear the wails of the previously confident Agent, begging for mercy. Genesis almost had pity due to his lies, but his hate set him on the path he had travelled on a long time ago. He kept stabbing the area until he decided it was time to get rest, he went upstairs and dragged the flesh bed into the closet to avoid from the avid eyes and he laid down on it, fully satisfied with the trauma and pain that he had inflicted on the greedy, wrathful, pain filled and undeserving of life White Room.
***
When Genesis was asleep, he dreamt, not a mind breaking dream, but a traumatic one nonetheless. It was about Hank. He and Hank had gone to explore the White Room together and were ambushed by Agents. Too many Hank told Genesis to run as they targeted him. Hank was able to take down 5 of them before they suddenly chased him and one of the Agents absorbed him and he did not win the battle in his mind.
Genesis managed to escape the fate that was set out for him, but the people that were previously on the other team called him a "Kingslayer." Genesis had hated the name because he would have gladly died for someone more loved than him, but an order was an order and he followed it. He vowed that he would never risk the life of his king ever again.
***
Genesis awoke grovelling out of bed and looked around his was in the closet of the Agent he had killed and Genesis felt the lower section of his mouth and he smiled. His body felt less sore due to the healing of the passive divinity, Genesis looked outside to see the eyes closed again, he snuck downstairs and continued on his journey, managing his hate when he passed by multiple advanced Agents, but when he saw a singular one home, then it was all fair game. Genesis enjoyed the causing of pain until he saw a new section of the room that was protected by a grand gate. Genesis looked upon it and opened it, preparing for a battle.