The Unlikely Heroic Villian

Arken suddenly shot up, and then immediately threw up. Don't try to sit up in unfamiliar situations. Where the hell am I? He blearily looked around, seeing dark walls to the left and right, and in front of him a couple of yards was a bustling street filled with people in strange clothing. Well I should try to get up.  He did, it didn't work well. He pressed against the left side alley wall as he once again retched, definitely not a pleasant experience. Well, as if that wasn't enough, Arken got a piercing headache as images flew into his head. Memories.  The owner of the body was named Lynol. He was quite poor and was wandering around the capital, searching for a job, but after a bad week, he headed to the bar. After drinking too much, he stumbled out into the alley way that Arken was currently. He seemed to have died of a head injury. Arken raised his hand to the side of his head and pressed. He winced at the pain. Sure enough, that is the first thing I need to fix. Arken pointed his hand in front of him. Evirus....Nothing happened. What! Why didn't that work?.  It should be that the amount of mana that this body can control is pathetic. Helius. Sure enough, nothing happened. I can't even cast a basic light spell. Arken sorted through his memories before finding the thing he needed.  It was called Asturios, a mixture of demon bloods that forcibly started the mana circuits in a person's body. It was classified as forbidden magic due to the fact that it had a 90% death rate.    Of course that was easily fixable as long as the person could bear through the pain. The problem was that the pain was unimaginable to the common person, but Arken was no common person. Now where to get the demon blood...  Arken frowned, there was no place that Lynol had knowledge of that had anything like demon blood. I can't kill a demon with how I currently am, it would be to troublesome. There is also this head wound that I have to get fixed, well I guess I'll just have to get out and see.  He looked down to see his dirty clothes, the bottoms were blue leggings made out of a strange material, while the top was a cloak and a tunic mixed. He reached behind his head and was surprised to find a hood there. He flipped the hood over his head to hide the wound and walked out of the alley way, albeit shakily. Arken was almost immediately blinded by the lights flashing around, but luckily he managed to get going pretty fast so as to not be trampled by the ocean of people flooding the place. He managed to make it to the market square and started looking around at the stalls and the people. All the people were dressed in the strange garb and some were even wearing something that looked like a loincloth? Arken wrinkled his nose and continued to search the stalls. He stopped at one in the back right corner after seeing a statue. It was a horse that was a beautiful shade of crimson. "How much is this" he asked the shop vendor, while taking deep breaths.  "10 Zenct" Arken was about to explode at this, but he reached his hand into his pocket to grab his square shaped money pouch. He opened and luckily enough seemed to have enough Zenct. After handing over the bill, he grabbed the statue and left quickly.  His emotions were too unstable right now. Who in their right mind would make a statue out of Compressed Blood Stone. Compressed Blood Stone was a Divine Treasure. It would allow the person who absorbed it to compress their blood and make it denser.  It was said that after a ton of the stone, the person's blood would be able to house mana. Which meant that their body would turn into a huge mana circuit. Even a gram of the stuff was invaluable, and those people were selling a horse statue! "I will not kill these people, I will not kill these people, I will not kill these people..." he muttered to himself for a solid 5 minutes before finally calming down. After he finished his mini breakdown, he went back into the market, while stuffing the statue into his left pocket. From what he had seen, he had about 45 Zenct left.  What a weird name for a currency. Of course, he was conveniently forgetting that he had named the last currency the Valkrov. After looking for an hour, he hadn't found anything else of use and headed out of the market. He headed down the street while looking through Lynol's memories to see if he could find a place to eat and potentially heal his head wound. His headache was only getting worse and if it weren't for the fact that Arken had experienced far worse, he would be thrashing around on the ground or something like that. He finally found a café in his memory and headed there. A café seems to be a food place?  He made it there in 10 minutes and sat down in the corner, a menu in hand. So this is how they do it here, how convenient. A waiter came up after about 2 minutes. "What would you like, sir?" The waiter asked in a polite tone. "Could I get a glass of water, and one of those...bagels? Yes, bagels" Arken replied, still marveling at the fact that a business could operate like that. "What type of bagel would you like, sir" The waiter asked Arken, thoroughly dumbfounding him. There are different types? He looked back at the menu and saw that there were indeed many different types. "The Sesame type" The waiter headed back and prepared the food. Arken winced as the headache got stronger. A few minutes passed and the waiter came back and set the food on the small table in front of the lounge chair. The entire set up of the place was fascinating to Arken who had only seen the open spaces and private booths of restaurants. A few lounge chairs were arranged around a small table in a flower like display while having small glass tables at the side too. But something extremely perplexing was that everyone seemed to be obsessed with small metal boxes with what seemed to be light emitting out of them. After munching and looking through Lynol's memory, Arken found out that those weird boxes were called phones that seemed to contain a communication method. If only I had this 3000 years ago. He sighed, conquering the known world would have been much easier.  He drained his glass of water and then went up to the counter. While he was paying the outrageous 15 Zenct, he was also thinking of where he could find a place to get a health potion for cheap. He left the café and went into the streets of the capital.  It had turned dark while Arken was eating inside, so the streets were illuminated by the street lamps. Arken wanted to look at all of those "strange" things but he was afraid that he might attract unwanted attention. Hmph, if I wasn't afraid of strangers wanting a piece of my beautiful face, I would be able to look all I want.  Arken searched for 2 hours before finding a sign beside a dark alley way. 'Amazing Health Potions, for only 5 Zenct!' Arken suspiciously looked at the sign before sighing and going into the alley way. A ways down the alley way was an old man sitting on a dusty wooden chair. He wore a floppy sun hat with two weird circles connected by a line across the face, and had a pipe in his mouth. Arken heard a deep weird noise coming from his general direction. Is he snoring? Arken moved his face closer until he was mere inches away. I'll just take the health potions and his Zenct... "What are you doing" the old man asked as the snoring stopped. "I was checking if your honorable self was okay" Arken replied righteously. "I'm fine, you can go now" The old man shooed him.  "I am here to buy a health potion" Arken said, struggling not to hit this scum. The old man rummaged through the bag at his side and pulled out a small glass vial of red liquid. He outstretched his other hand, while a contemptuous gaze settled on Arken. Arken pulled out his wallet and quickly put the 5 Zenct into the old man's hand. Then he grabbed the vial and hurried out of the alley way. "Young man, have you no shame, no even tipping an old beggar" Arken stumbled and left even faster. You old dirtbag! Your lucky that I have no access to magic or you would suffer 1000 times over. You should be glad this honorable and righteous young man decided to forgive you this time.  After he headed out of the alley way, he headed to an inn to spend the night. He found one in his memory and headed to 'The Golden Sun Inn'. It was a rundown, shanty little place by the slums of the capital. He headed inside, and went up to the counter. "5 Zenct a night" The innkeeper didn't even turn his head from the bar. Arken once again curse the greediness of the people, and slammed down 5 Zenct. A rusty key was given to him, and after grabbing it, he headed up to the room number that was shown on the key. Shutting the door behind him, he threw off his shoes, and sat on the bed while pulling out the vial. Honestly, it was definitely shady, and probably had some side effect, but Arken had no choice. He opened the cap, and chugged the vial.  Almost immedieatly, his vision clouded over. You Old Dirtbag...