Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

No. He would no longer be able to do that. Since that sense of innocence was far gone at this point.

Then what could he do?

The old man wanted one thing.

'To clear the path.'

This young was a particular one. A kid who had suffered more than many adults in this world. At the age of 14, he had experienced far more cruel things than many others.

He had learned to take a life.

Those innocent hands learned how to take a life at such an age.

He had learned how to be alone and how to not rely on anyone. And as he was about to regain his sense of belonging, that was also taken away from him.

The old man pondered. When such a thing happened, what would become of the boy? The answer was evident in the boy's demeanor and the dark shadow that seemed to loom over him. The boy, like any other person, would do one thing to escape the wound—he would try to look somewhere else. He would use another goal to patch the wound that had been created.

He did it when his family abandoned him, too. He patched the pain of abandonment by setting a fragile goal of clearing his name, and he would do the same again. The old man did not like that. It was a temporary fix, one that did not address the root of the pain.

Thus, he guided him. But just as he was about to guide the boy, he suddenly saw something. A slightly eerie energy inside the boy. An eerie energy that covered the boy's mana core and extended to his mind.

The old man's eyes widened in realization. There was a reason why the boy was always like this. Why he was blocked, and why his thoughts were always a mess. It was because of that dark energy. The old man also realized that if the energy did not go away, the boy would never be able to cultivate his energy properly. That dark force would always become a burden to him.

Thus, the old man wanted to make sure that the boy would be freed from this energy. But as he tried to intervene with the energy by using his own, he was not able to do such a thing.

The energy, or the spell that was engraved on the boy, was a peculiar one.

'As if it is directly linked to the mind of the target.'

The old man then realized if there was such a thing, only one solution would remain.

'That kid….He needs to overcome this on his own.'

The mental blocks. They were not solely because of the fact that the kid had put that on himself. No, it was because of an external influence.

But what could be the reason?

'For which reason such a strong spell was put on this kid. And by who?'

And then the old man remembered how the kid told his story.

'Was it them? What an evil bunch…..'

The old man's mind raced back to the boy's recounting of his past, the pain and betrayal etched in his words. He remembered the specifics—the abandonment by his family, the unfair accusations, and the malicious framing.

'This framing is far more complex and compounded than I initially thought. It runs deeper than anything I have encountered before.'

He realized the spell wasn't just a random curse but a calculated move, likely designed to cripple the boy's potential and trap him in a cycle of self-doubt and helplessness.

Whoever had done this wanted to ensure that the boy would never rise, that he would always be shackled by his own mind.

The old man's eyes narrowed as he considered the boy's tormentors. 'They must have feared the things that he knew.'

And then he sighed.

'To think that that place is still the same. Filled with betrayal and schemes.'

He particularly remembered a certain day.

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I returned to the place where Master had instructed me to meditate. As I entered the clearing, I saw him sitting in the same spot, his eyes closed in deep meditation. I quietly approached and sat down across from him, taking the lotus position.

The mental barriers that had once hindered me were now gone, replaced by a sense of clarity and focus.

Master opened his eyes and watched me for a moment before speaking. "It seems you finally got rid of the thing inside your head," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

I stopped my training and looked at him, a sense of accomplishment filling me. "Yes, Master. The walls are gone, and the river flows freely now."

Master nodded approvingly. "Good. If you can now make the river flow freely in your mind, that means you have understood the basics of the meditation itself. It is about imagination and the mind."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense. "Never forget, disciple, the mind is what commands the mana that you accumulate. Your imagination shapes your perception of energy. If your mind is clouded by doubt and fear, your mana will be hindered. But if your mind is clear and focused, your mana will flow effortlessly."

I nodded, absorbing his words. "So, it's not just about the physical training. It's about mental discipline as well."

"Exactly," Master affirmed. "The physical and mental aspects of your training are deeply intertwined. To command mana effectively, you must master both your body and your mind. Meditation is the key to achieving this balance."

He stood up, motioning for me to follow. "Come, we will now begin the next phase of your training. You have cleared the first hurdle, but many more lie ahead."

I rose to my feet, my body still sore from the recent battle but filled with a renewed sense of purpose. As we walked, Master continued to speak.

"Meditation will help you understand the flow of energy within your body. It will teach you to control your breathing, calm your mind, and direct your thoughts. This control is essential for manipulating mana and achieving higher levels of cultivation."

We reached a quiet, secluded area in the forest, where the air was thick with the scent of pine and the sound of rustling leaves. Master turned to me, his expression serious.

"Sit and close your eyes. Focus on your breathing and visualize the river of energy flowing through you. This time, imagine drawing mana from the surroundings into your body. Feel it merge with your own energy and circulate through your meridians."

I did as he instructed, sitting down and closing my eyes. I took deep, steady breaths, focusing on the sensation of air entering and leaving my lungs. I visualized the river of energy within me, now flowing more freely than ever before. With each breath, I imagined drawing mana from the air around me, feeling it merge with my own energy and circulate through my body.

But just like before, I still did not feel anything. As if the mana around me was not even there.

"Do not falter. Keep your focus straight."

I nodded my head, determined to continue focusing. I kept my breathing steady and my mind clear and tried to feel the mana around me. Yet, despite my efforts, I still couldn't sense it.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my back. Master's touch was firm and grounding. "Do not lose your focus," he warned. "The Mana Accumulation method that you are going to learn starts like this. I will show you how to circulate your mana."

His voice was calm and reassuring. "I am going to inject a bit of my mana into your core. Pay close attention to how it moves through your body and circulates through your meridians."

I nodded again, my anticipation growing. I focused on the sensation of his hand on my back, waiting for the moment he would begin.

Then, I felt it. A warm, tingling sensation spread from the point where his hand touched my back. The warmth flowed into my body, moving steadily towards my core. As it entered my core, I felt a strange, almost surreal sensation. It was as if a new world was overlapping with the one I had always known, and an intangible matter was pressing against my skin.

The mana.

I could now sense it. The warmth spread through my core and then began to circulate through my meridians, guided by Master's steady hand.

I focused intently on the path it took, feeling the flow of energy with a clarity I had never experienced before.

"Good," Master's voice came, filled with approval. "This is the sensation you must learn to recognize and control. Feel how the mana merges with your own energy, becoming one with it."

I focused on the merging energies, feeling the mana blend seamlessly with my own internal energy.

The sensation was incredible, unlike anything I had ever felt. It was as if my entire being was coming alive with a newfound vitality.

But as I was drawing mana into my core, suddenly, in my mind, something appeared.

It was a star.

And that star blinded my light.

Following that, suddenly, just like what happened on the battlefield today, the dams were opened wide.

But this time, it was the river of memories that flowed down.

'Bruce.'

It was my name from Earth.

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