A New Old World

Greed is not good

I had little to no time to ask about why I had two classes when he himself was a Bow as we arrived to an empty room with a control panel to the side

"Alright Mario, this place is like the training room we had back at the Outpost but the difference is that it will spawn enemies that you are not capable of defeating, the point of it is for you to learn about your weak points and be able to pair up with people who can fill in for you and vice-versa, I will stand on the side as I don't want any heavy Búlkars appearing, I had a really bad time with the last one I encountered and I don't feel like dealing with one" said Jhin as I had finished changing into the clothes hanging next to me: a white raincoat with a half a shield and half a bag logo mixed together. I put it on top of my clothes as I walked toward the center of the room and it shined as rocks started to rain down piling up: first they were barely at my knee, then up to my own size and finally twice my size as it started to gain form and I could notice a faint human form

"A Golem? I have to fight a Golem!?" I asked looking at Jhin who was reading a comic book "Wait, where did you---"
I was interrupted by the Golem's hand which had just finished forming and it tossed me away as it finished shaping and I was not against a 12 ft. (3.6m) tall monster as a pair of eyes appeared and looked around then at me and swing its arm trying to punch me but I managed to evade it by jumping sideways as his hand crushed against the floor making a hole in it

"How am I supposed to defeat it? I don't see any words written on it!" I said as I continued to evade his attacks getting used to his slow movements as it started to stand up and his the stones would forge the Golem in a better shape

"You knew about that? Well not all Golems are brought to life by writings; this one was summoned from the earth itself, and thus the rocks raining down and it materializing from it. Summon your weapon and try bashing it down or something since slashes won't really do much against it" he said going back to his comic as if nothing really mattered

"Alright, I can read his movements and my gauntlet seems to take on the attacks before I summon any weapon so maybe I have to take in a hit!" I said to myself as I timed out the golems repeatedly as I put my arm out taking one of his punches right on the gauntlet as I felt how my shoulder cracked out of place and got back in place once I hit the wall

It took me some seconds to realize it had lifted and launched me several meters away, thankfully both hits had broken and fixed my arm and I could still move it even if with pain
"I guess some magical gloves or huge rock fists are way too unreal even by this world's standards eh?" I laughed alone as Jhin was submerged in his own little world and wasn't paying attention to my fight "Then Hit N' Run it is!" I said with a smirk on my face as I kept running, avoiding his punches and tossing the rocks I could grab between punches trying to hit the joints that seemed weak

"You have got to be kidding"

"What did you say Jhin?" I said turning toward him and saw him still focused on his comic when another punch landed on my back making me taste the floor, which tasted like rocks and a bunch of my blood by the way. "It must have been the wind...I have to focus on the same spot and hit it, it has to have a limit and I will hit it sooner or later" I said as I grabbed sharper rocks and continued my strategy as I felt as if someone pulled me to the side with all their might almost dislocating my injured shoulder as the Golem's punch broke the ground where I would have been standing had I not been pulled

"You won't beat it by tossing stones at it; it isn't Goliath's son you know?"

A deep voice echoed in my ears and I felt nostalgia within it. "Who is that?" I asked as the Golem was stuck after the last punch and was trying to pull out of the floor

A long paused followed my words and then the mysterious voice spoke again "I am you of course! Or well, a part of you! I was awakening when you called out for me and you haven't yet done so entirely! You want to defeat that Golem yet you don't use me! You try to use me as shield when your body cannot take the recoil and you don't *remember* what you already know! I can help you open the chains and shackles your mind, body and soul have on themselves and help you achieve what is rightfully ours! But I cannot if you are not willing, are you?"

I couldn't tell exactly from where, but this voice was buried deep inside my head. I could remember hearing it before and I knew it had done so to help me every time: when I had to make hard choices, when I was lamenting errors, and when I had to set goals. Might it possibly be that my own awareness had developed its own will and personality? I had read somewhere before that it was possible to do so, and it would explain why I have always had such easiness with seeing and putting myself in others shoes. I had had literally someone else with me the entire time and I had the chance to wake him up and finally meet him "I do, I am willing to let you out and help you awaken! I want to use the power I already have and go back! I have to be there before anything happens!" I said out loud and I felt the same pain I had felt before when my gauntlet first appeared, my bones and muscles breaking down, my skin and hair melting off and an insufferable pain all along as I could see how my gauntlet was growing along my arm and up to my shoulder. My whole left arm was now the color of the gauntlet and its shape had grown accordingly with some writings I couldn't read now engraved on it

"Well this wasn't so bad if I don't consider this pain! What do I have to do now, me?" I said laughing off the pain as the Golem had broken free and locked up on me again when my whole armed started darkening, the silver like color of it was turning dark as if it was covered in dust and then it grew darker and blacker until it was as if the night had taken on my arm and that's when I could see my back: My hair from behind as I had my normal arm on the left one and then I turned and faced myself but my eyes were not own, my smile was not my own, my way to stand up was not my own.

"It was me"