Chapter 3: Fear [face.everything.and.Rise]
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-Congratulations! You have met the certain system requirements. Now you are a Player.
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Condition: Absorb energy from more than one power orb to obtain beginner survivor status.
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Two days ago the azure energy balls disappeared into thin air
and a window was magically displayed in front of Keta''s eyes. Followed
by another weird but void of color screen. He who was already deeply
panicked from the recent experience almost let out a miserable howl from
fear and anxiety rushing up like an erupting volcano. But he bit his
Condition: Absorb energy from more than one power orb to obtain beginner survivor status.
Two days ago the azure energy balls disappeared into thin air
and a window was magically displayed in front of Keta''s eyes. Followed
by another weird but void of color screen. He who was already deeply
panicked from the recent experience almost let out a miserable howl from
fear and anxiety rushing up like an erupting volcano. But he bit his
tongue and endured, refusing his urge to shout like a maniac.
Knitting
his eyebrows, he focused on the screen before him with full
concentration, for he had a sense, whatever it was, it was very closely
related to his survival in this new strange world.
Character Information Window
Name Keta Oni''Ho''Nay
Level 0
Species Human Occupation Beginner Survivor
Fame 0
Mana
1
Health 5
Mental Power 1
Strength 2(+1)
Agility 3
Stamina 3
Wisdom 1
Intelligence 3
Luck 6
* Title: Beginner Survivor [strength+1]
* Sponsor: D3vil
-Equipment Information-
Weapons: <Ragged Beginner unbalanced dagger>
Equipment: <tattered beginner gloves> <Beginner’s Leather Jacket>, <Beginner’s Leather Pants>
Secondary Equipment: <none>
''What is this? Isn''t it like the games I used to play?'' words came out of his mouth, clearly he thought out loud.
''My
mental power and wisdom are only 1? what is wrong with this system and
who is this d3vil?'' endless questions were roaming in his small brain
If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.but he knew no matter how much he racked his brain on it, the only thing
that it would achieve will be thorough mental exhaustion when he is
already physically exhausted and tired, he ran out of food two days ago
but never dared to go to his kitchen to restock his laughable supplies
so naturally he starved.
This proved that the judgement of the
system was right on the mark. Clearly Keta''s current mental power was
very weak enough to get his concentration destroyed only after a couple
of focused seconds. His intelligence was fairly high when comparing it
to his pitiful wisdom and mana, thank God those books finally did
someone some good.
After some hours of consideration Keta finally
realized somewhat the situation he was in. His parents had always taken
his decisions for him, off course it was out of their kind intentions
but it had a rather devastating effect.
Memorizing in studies had
already long ago limited his innate gift to think and whatever was left
of it was conveniently crushed by his parents unintentionally.
Keta
was now in a very serious situation. He was starving for two days and
it was his first time to starve. Hunger so strong that it would shake
the fat on his stomach every time it roared and his mental condition
wasn''t doing any better.
It is said that hunger lets your
emotions run wild and the current dominant emotion in Keta now was not
grief, agony or anything else but it was fear. It was squeezing his
soul, maybe for the first time in his life he thought too much. He
thought how he could die and at least thought round about hundred
different ways before forcefully going to sleep in the constant noise of
the annoying banging on the door.
The next morning nothing
changed, he still had to make a decision, a very critical one at that.
Should he venture out to take the food from the kitchen and risk dying
like that or should he remain holed up in his room and wait until he is
weakened so the zombies can finish him off.
Finally after
convincing himself for hours he made a decision. He will march to his
kitchen and this decision was definitely not made by the assistance of
bravery but through the terror of fear.
Holding his father''s hunting knife, he was getting ready to face the hideous creatures that were carving for his flesh.