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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: The Taste of Emotion

My existence stability kept dropping.

Slowly—but constantly.

> Existence Stability: 11%

So the system wasn't exaggerating.

Standing around wouldn't save me.

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Emotional residue.

That was my only hint.

Hospitals were filled with it, but it was scattered and unstable.

If I wanted to survive, I needed something stronger.

More concentrated.

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I drifted through the hallway.

Past empty rooms.

Past closed curtains.

Then I felt it.

A heavy pressure.

Grief.

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A man sat alone on a bench near the emergency ward.

His hands trembled as he stared at the floor.

A few minutes later, a doctor approached him.

I didn't need to hear the words.

The man collapsed.

His shoulders shook.

Pain poured out of him like a flood.

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> [Emotional Source Detected.]

[High-Intensity Grief.]

My body reacted on its own.

A pull.

Instinctive.

Dangerous.

"…So this is it."

I hesitated.

Taking something from the living felt wrong.

But disappearing wasn't an option either.

I moved closer.

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The moment I reached out—

My vision exploded in white.

Pain tore through my consciousness.

Screams.

Memories.

Regret.

I was drowning in emotions that weren't mine.

> [Warning: Unfiltered emotional intake.]

[Risk of Identity Corrosion.]

Identity… corrosion?

I pulled back immediately.

The pain stopped.

I reeled, barely holding myself together.

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> [Existence Stability Increased.]

+3%

> Current Stability: 14%

It worked.

But barely.

And it nearly broke me.

"…So this isn't free."

> [Confirmation: All growth requires cost.]

Figures.

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The man on the bench sobbed, unaware of my presence.

I felt no guilt.

Just… exhaustion.

If I wanted to survive—

I needed control.

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> [New Skill Unlocked.]

— Emotional Absorption (Incomplete)

Incomplete.

Of course it was.

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I floated back, distancing myself.

"Guess I can't just feed whenever I want."

> [Advisory: Excessive intake may result in loss of self.]

"So I either disappear…"

I paused.

"…or I forget who I am."

Neither option sounded good.

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> [Beginner Task: Ongoing.]

Days Remaining: 6

Six days left.

I clenched my hand.

"I'll find a third option."

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