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Heir of the White Lotus (Web Novel) - Chapter 1912: Who Am I?
Chapter 1912: Who Am I?
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What am I?Consciousness bloomed.
Along with it came the first thought.
I... can think?
The creature could.
I’m... alive?
It was.
But the creature was confused, and its first-ever thought reverberated in its mind again.
What... am I?
It didn’t know.
It was someone. It had to be.
The consciousness spread to the rest of its body.
I... have a body?
It did.
I must, it thought.
I must be alive. I can... think.
So therefore, I am.
The creature had a surprising level of intelligence for one so recently born.
Its senses spread to the rest of its body. Or at least, toward what it perceived to be its body.
There was flesh. Molten flesh. No appendages, though.
Strange...
My body feels... strange.
As far as the creature was concerned, it never had a body prior to this. Nothing to compare its body against.
So then, why did it feel strange?
Strange, indeed.
Its thoughts flowed smoothly. Its consciousness seemed alive. Its senses turned sharp — abnormally sharp for a newborn.
I have a head, the creature thought.
Hmm, why do I know it’s called a "head"?
How very strange...
Vocabulary, terminology, and vernacular came naturally to the creature. It shouldn’t have been possible for someone so weak and pathetic.
But it was.
A miracle? Or by design?
The same question arose in its mind again and again.
What am I?
No, I know I am alive.
I am.
But...
Who am I?
A faint identity crisis loomed over the newborn foul creature. But it quickly calmed itself down.
Strange reaction for a newborn.
It was just born. It shouldn’t have known the concept of an identity. And yet, it somehow did. Stranger still, it had the ability to pacify its budding mind.
It tried to move its body.
It feels... weird.
I don’t have legs. Just a blob of disgusting flesh.
Hmm?
What are legs? What is flesh?
Why do I know such things?
So strange...
The creature turned still.
It knew it was going into a state of panic. So it breathed in and breathed out. The action was instinctual. Now it felt calm. Calm enough to think things through.
The creature took note of its body.
A blob of flesh. My head and upper torso seem vaguely humanoid.
The rest, however...
So disgusting!
Suddenly, the creature’s thoughts came to a standstill.
Humanoid?
What is humanoid?
Humanoid...
Human...
It shuddered.
The creature could vaguely feel a faint connection to that strange word.
It breathed in and breathed out.
Breathed in and breathed out.
No matter...
Having observed its body, it turned outward. As much as its senses would allow. It began to take note of its surroundings.
So cramped! So hot! So... disgusting!
The temperature around it was hot. Unbearably so.
But in that heat, it found comfort. The feeling of discomfort in the weather was an echo of a distant past.
Strange, the creature thought.
It should feel agonizing. But instead, it feels... warm.
It could feel more and more objects... or was it living beings? It didn’t know. But it found itself around so many of these... things.
The creature was appalled.
It squirmed.
Get away from me! Foul creatures!
There was a shade of pride in its thoughts. The concept of pride should have been foreign to it. Yet it knew about it, anyway. It felt being prideful was natural.
After feeling its surroundings for a few more seconds... minutes... days....
Ugh! Time! Time! Time!
The feeling of time was so strange and annoying. It felt like only seconds had passed. But it also felt like a lifetime had passed.
Suddenly, the creature realized something.
Why am I so angry?
Not good.
Emotions cloud judgment.
I must be calm.
And so the creature began inhaling and exhaling deeply.
If anyone else could see the creature’s thoughts, they would be shocked.
It was a newborn, yet it was already capable of such complex thought. Fortunately, no one could read its mind.
Or they would have killed it in the cradle!
The creature’s extraordinary intelligence posed a great threat to others around it. But fate had other plans. No one would discover the truth anytime soon. By the time they did, the creature would have evolved physically and mentally.
After an unknown period of time, it could sense more of its surroundings.
There are others like me, it thought.
No, they aren’t like me.
They are beneath me!
Foul creatures! How dare they breathe the same air as me!
After trying to move its body around, it realized that there were countless similar beings surrounding it. No wonder it felt so cramped.
But unlike this creature, the others around him were mindless. They were incapable of thought. They simply existed without ever having existed at all.
Pathetic!
The creature’s eyes formed. It blinked a few times. Colors glided into its vision.
I can finally see!
It looked around with childlike curiosity. A vast cavern. Red and hot. Rivers of magma far, far away.
And all around it, countless blobs of flesh moving about. It was a brood of evil and filth.
So this is what I look like?
The creature’s eyes gleamed as it looked at its kin.
A portion of flesh split open in its head. It stretched and stretched and stretched. Following that, sharp teeth formed. And then a tongue.
The creature opened its maw wide and—
SNAP!
It viciously chomped on the head of the nearest kin.
Become nourishment for me, the creature thought with mirth.
This is the highest honor for pathetic vermin like you!
It continued to eat the blobs of flesh around it. It devoured as much as it could, until it fell satiated.
But even as it did so, the same thought returned to it relentlessly.
Who am I?
The cannibalistic creature must have devoured over a dozen of its kin already. It came to a stop at last, its eyes distant.
Who am I?
The question bothered it greatly.
The creature knew it was someone. It had to be.
How could a being destined for greatness be a nobody?
It had to be someone.
It had to be!
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
And then suddenly, everything clicked into place.
A faint echo.
The creature shuddered.
A memory of its past life resurfaced in its mind.
It saw a hazy face... a human face...
A head full of raven hair with a small patch of bone-white.
The human smiled and spoke in a foreign language.
But those words felt so familiar to the creature. The human felt so familiar to the creature.
The memory faded away, and exhaustion claimed it.
It had devoured too much of its kin, and now it needed to rest.
It needed to evolve. It needed to grow stronger.
As the last vestiges of wakefulness faded away, the creature recalled at last.
It finally remembered who it was!
I am...
Amon.
