《Well this is terrible, but it could be worse right?》 Prolouge: Disgruntled Pawns POV Kacper A sudden flash of blue light and a dark blue void appears before my eyes with floating orbs surrounding me and swarming to a giant circle in the middle of the void. They fly through the void like a swarm of fish with all the colours of the rainbow. In the middle of the swirling circle stand three beings. A tall gaunt hooded figure, a small child and armoured soldier await the coming wave of colour. The orbs smash into a barrier just outside of a circle, I feel the pull and I start running after them. I want to be near them, then I feel it I have no legs or arms, but my body still moves toward them. The closer I come the faster I fly and join the mass of colour banging on the invisible wall separating us, so close that I want to scream. That¡¯s when it hits me. ¡°Where am I and where the hell is my body?¡± The hooded figure turns to me and speaks in a voice that sounds like the clattering of bone ¡°Don¡¯t worry little one all will be explained when the 99,999 souls have been gathered.¡± ¡°No, fuck this shit what the hell is happening?¡± This is when the armoured man turns and says with a cold voice ¡°Silence, mud man.¡± As I scream, I hear nothing but the new souls who join us at the barrier. The small boy giggles in the background and the hooded figure turns to me revealing himself. An 8-foot skeleton in robes stands before me giving a look of sympathy with eyes of blue fire, he almost looks like he is smiling with his bleached teeth under his grey hood. The small boy just giggles with a playful look in his green eyes, he fidgets with a rubix cube barely half solved. His baggy shirt and trousers covered with gaming symbols some that I know off like the Xbox, PS4 and even Minecraft Creeper face. I look at the warrior he stands almost as tall as the skeleton, wearing elegantly designed armour that almost looks like if it was made of leaves and green glass, he holds intrinsically designed sword and a kite shield with a giant tree drawn onto it. He wears no helmet revealing a bald man with pointy ears and nose, his pale skin contrasts with his gentle purple eyes.Stolen story; please report. That¡¯s when I hear the enraged and annoyed shouts of the other souls, but they are silenced by the warrior. The skeleton once again speaks ¡°Good evening, my name is Hadris the God of Death and Doors and with me are my fellow gods.¡± He points to that snobby elf warrior ¡°This is War and he is the God of well¡­¡­ Battle, Strategy and what was it again?¡± War glares at Hadris and with a cold voice says, ¡°It¡¯s in my name.¡± Hadris chuckles with a voice like clattering bones ¡°I know I¡¯m just pulling your leg.¡± The small dark-haired boy chucks his unfinished rubix cube behind his back, with an annoyed look on his face he steps forward preventing any more talk. He speaks with a high-pitched voice ¡°I am Remag the God of Games, Children and Creativity. You are all chosen to take part in a game as Players in the world of Erat, the world operates like an RPG system from Earth. Your main objective is to change the world it doesn¡¯t matter if its for the better or worse. You may ask questions but hurry up noobs I want to go back to playing GTA.¡± The surrounding souls start shouting saying you can¡¯t do this to us and all that jazz I mostly tuned it out, until I heard a question. A black soul asks, ¡°Where are our bodies?¡± Both look to Hadris who answers ¡°Well how to put this you are fakes, no that¡¯s cruel¡­ clones of the originals. I have transferred their memories of the individuals into empty souls for this game.¡± The souls go quite for a bit and float there for what seems like an eternity. Hadris quickly adds ¡°As compensation you have been given 3¡­.¡± That all I hear before some people start screaming and soon more follow, if I had a face my jaw would have hit the floor. This goes on for a while until War steps up and shouts ¡°Shut is troglodytes you are standing before Gods bow down and beg for mercy.¡± This stops it for a few seconds until the people return to shouting and banging on the wall, I stand their silent as my non-existent brain process the information. Remag says ¡°I guess no tutorial for them, send them on their way Hadris.¡± ¡°Are you sure Remag shouldn¡¯t we explain to them how to customize themselves?¡± asks Hadris cautiously. Remag shakes his head so Hadris points his bony hand at the mob of rioting souls and a flash of blue light shoots engulfing us and everything goes black. Chapter 1: New Basics Unknown POV A crash of branches and swaying of trees rocks this small clearing as a body falls through the trees and hits the earth with a loud thump. the green leaves jump joyously in the air and lazily fall back down and quiet returns to the clearing with the body slowly breathing alive but unconscious with minor bruises. A small green creature hides behind one of the trees, gnarly black nails scrabble at the bark. The small emerald skinned creature climbs up the tree using the many branches as a ladder swift and agile it crawls to the edge of the branch and watches with peaked curiosity. Its large black eyes study the tall thing lying on the ground. Its pink skin different from its emerald skin, long gangly legs and arms, small head and light hair so unlike its small and skinny body. Even what it wears was so different from its animal skinned shirt and pants unlike its brown clothing the Tallthing wore colourful clothing. The thing suddenly moves as it wakes, the little creature hugs the branch, making itself as small as possible and watches closely. Kacper POV My eyes open groggily as I reach out to touch the back of my head, a slight bump and then wince of pain emerges from my lips. I look over myself seeing that I am wearing a bright yellow t shirt with a giant plastered mosquito on it, casual blue trousers and black trainers. A single thought crosses my mind and I speak ¡°I have a¡­. I mean he has terrible sense of fashion.¡± I slowly lift myself from the ground with bruised limbs, I let out a groan. Ping!
Welcome Player 387: Kacper Hodun please enjoy your stay on Erat.
Do you wish to open your Menu?
"Great, this really is another world." In my past this would be my past self wet dream to be sent to another world and be the chosen one. Maybe I could just find a knife... NOPE, that was too dark even for me. Lets just open the Menu.
Name: Kacper Hodun Health: 50/50
Sex: Male Mana: 27/27
Age: 17 Energy: 69/69
Race: Polish (Outworlder) Culture: English
Combat Class: Commoner Lv 38 Job Class: None
Strength: 38 Dexterity: 36
Vitality: 33 Agility: 34
Stamina: 46 Perception: 32
Willpower: 41 Charisma: 36
Intelligence: 43 Faith: 57
Sanity: 53 Luck: 34
Abilities: Locked Skills: None
Inventory: Locked Doorway Coins: 3
Traits Titles
"Fuck, my stats look shit. Since when am I a bloody commoner and why is my mana so low compared to health and energy." I started to think I should probably see what are my attributes and skills. What could the Coins and Titles mean are they collectable? I guess I am an Outworlder not human but I am still Polish and English. Weird flex but okay lets check out traits.
(Polish) Not Dead Yet: A buff that activates during a desperate situation and all stats are multiplied by 2. When safe, dead or knocked unconscious buff ends. The longer the buff is used the stronger the debuff. (English) Stiff Upper Lip: Immune to negative mental effects.
"The system is giving me buffs based on steryotypes? Well this is going to be fun I guess Stiff Upper Lip explains why I am not crying and lying in a fetal position." This is when I looked up and I saw the sky suns, two suns one as big as the moon slightly red orbiting the larger yellow sun."Wow." Okay lets forget about that for know, Inventory and Trait are locked maybe until I level up. Right I have no skills that makes sense. Okay thats enough lets find some shelter.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I look to the sky and see the two great suns, I let out a sigh and start walking forward and hope that the gods won''t make my journey any harder. Thats when I hear a thump as small creature falls down from the tree a few meteres away from me and makes a wild dash to the east, screaming gibberish. Soon it escaps from my sight as it tumbles through the forest. Was that a goblin if it was I need to keep moving, it might come back with some of its friends to eat me. Ping!
Perception increases by 1
"Huh?" Unknown POV "I am bad Hiddey. Bad Hiddey. Bad Hiddey. Bad Hiddey. Bad Hiddey." Hiddey finally slowed down as he reached a small stream where he sat down on a rock on the pebbly ground. The small goblin sat their and started to play with his bone tooth dagger a nervous tick, that let this little bugger calm down. Hiddey first thought were after calming down were FUCK!!!!! Chief SttabbbyStab will kill me. What do. Its all Tallthings fault I wouldn''t have fallen if it didnt open the Blue. If Tallthing didnt thump down everything would be fine. Wait. Waaaitt. Chief dosen''t neeed to know. All I have to do is pretend I didn''t see anything. They think I am Bad Hiddey I can use that. I just have to calm down." These were the thoughts of this small, weak, pathetic and dumb creature who is a forgoten pawn in the game of the gods. As he got up he took one last look at the direction he came from and quickly goes back to running as he heads towards the tribe. Chapter 2: Old World Knowledge Kacper POV I walked forward for many hours until the two suns reached midday and before me stood a solitary crumbling giant. An overgrown building straight from Earth, the building shaped like a U its left side a gaping wound where the rubble pours out. The wooden doors long since broken and left on the ground to rot. Smashed windows and broken glass found everywhere, with parts of the second-floor roof caved in. I step into the abandoned building and try to find my way around to the gym. The gym is a wide-open room with much of the floor covered with rubble. I turn to my left and smile my guess was correct there is a storage room, but it is locked. A quick kick of frustration, I turn around and head to the hallway looking for the headteachers room. After a good five minutes of walking through the silent corridors, I finally see the door and that¡¯s where I hear scratching and crashing of boxes. ¡°Fuck, what could that be?¡± I quickly move to the door as quietly as possible, I peer around the corner and spot a strange little creature. A green creature standing and looking through the cabinets. It wears a furry cloak and has a weird wooden mask. Its spindly hands move quickly and with purpose. I look inside the room the floor covered with folders and paper, with a desk and chairs in the corner. The corner looks like a little house where I think the goblin lives, next to its house is a staff about 2 meters long. ¡°Maybe its magical.¡± I whisper as I turn back, I see the goblin staring at me, with its weird tiki mask with two big yellow eyes similar to cats. The mask has red hand on the mask and yellow lines surrounding the red hand. ¡°Hi?¡± The goblin speaks extremely quickly ¡°You speak the voice of the Tall Men. Are you the from across the sea?¡± ¡°No, sorry I fell from the sky.¡± I frown and ask, ¡°Are you a goblin and if you are why are you not trying to kill me?¡± The goblin scratches its bald head and that¡¯s when I notice his ear looks like it was bitten off.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. The goblin looks at me shaking its head ¡°I learned a time ago that fighting for no reason is bad. Yes, I am a goblin. Are you want to kill me? If you kill me can you tell me first how you fell out of the sky¡± I shake my head ¡°No, I won¡¯t kill you if you don¡¯t attack me. I fell out of the sky as I am one of the player in some of the gods game.¡± The goblin seems to look at me with curiosity. ¡°Its always trouble when gods meddle with us.¡± The goblin sighs looks down to his feet and says ¡°You may stay, but be careful other tribes would kill you if they find you.¡± He turns around and goes back to sorting the papers. I step into the room quietly saying thanks and start looking for the keys. The goblin gives me a curious look but otherwise ignores me. I finally find the keys after looking through the desk, I turn around and head to the gym I am finally able to open the dam room. The doors open and I smile as light shines into the room. Just like I thought a baseball bat and rugby armour. I grabbed the baseball bat and put on shoulder pads, knee pads and a rugby helmet. Smiling I headed to the workshop I spotted along the way. The workshop is dirty but surprisingly not too badly destroyed. It takes some time, but I am able to find some nails. ¡°Thank God my past self-had some woodworking skill¡± I start working slowly and decisively. In a moment of stupidity, I smash my thumb with the hammer. Ping!
Player 387: Kacper Hodun has smashed his finger gaining debuff Bloody Fingers. Temporary loss of Dexterity
"Well, fuck so there are debuff." I say as I hold my hand in pain. "Although I got some information out of this dexterity stat is anything to do with my hands like lockpicking or wood work.
Player 387: Kacper Hodun has unlocked Carpentry Rookie skill.
"Intresting, actually maybe I should ask the goblin, if he can teach me about the classes." A smile spreads across my face. I return to my project. Chapter 3: Perspectives Hiddey POV The suns were setting as Hiddey stepped out of the forest he saw the village where his tribe lives. The village sits in the northern corner of the island, safely nestled on the edge of a cliff. The sea wave splash against the cliff, with seagulls flying high above the village long ago learning that the goblins would have eaten them. Hiddey slowly emerged from the treeline looking from side to and started walking to the gate with a smug grin on his face. Hiddey banged on the rickety gate that stood almost six feet tall. With the loud banging a goblin jumped up from his sleeping position on the mud wall shouting, ¡°What¡¯s the noise for!¡± At the same time bending over to grab a hold of his bone made helmets and spear. Hiddey looked up with an ever-expanding grin ¡°It¡¯s me Hiddey. I am back from scavenging.¡± Hiddey stood with an unearned aura of confidence due to coming up with the idea of pretending not to notice the Tallthing. The guard looked down suspiciously squinting. ¡°Where¡¯s the grub?¡± Hiddey kept on staring at him as the rusty gears in his brain kicked into overdrive. A simple thought went through his mind he hadn¡¯t found any food. He was too scared to look for food due to the Tallthing spotting him. Hiddey cursed the Tallthing once again. Hiddey snapped out of his thoughts and answered ¡°All the mushrooms were taken. The Muggag scavengers got their first.¡± Hiddey was desperately wishing he was right. Chief would throw him with to the kids if he found out he was lying. The guard said with some venom ¡°Let the Muggag choke on the mushrooms.¡± Turning to a group of goblin guards sleeping on the ground floor. ¡°Open the gates you lazy bastards.¡± The goblin guard shout with some irritation. Hiddey was silently praying to Mother, thanking her for the good luck he was having. The gates creak open, Hiddey quickly squeezes through the gates and runs of to his hovel passing through the market. A quick look back at the gates shows the goblin guard didn¡¯t bat an eye at him as he ran. The guard went back to shouting at his subordinates. Hiddey reached his hovel that sat on the edge of the pit. The pit was a giant hole, shouts and screams of children could be heard. Hiddey looked at the Pitt a shiver went down his spine ¡°I guess its feeding time for the children.¡± He turned back to the hovel and stepped unther the animal skin that he used as a door. Kacper POV I finished my project the bat looked sick with nails sticking out and a chain added simply for the cool factor. Sadly, I was an unable to come up with any good upgrade for the pads so that was a bummer. With a smile spreading across my face I look up to see that it is already evening. I notice the gigantic moon that seems to cover the sky. ¡°Cool, but I probably should ask the goblin if I can unlock a class.¡± I turn around and that¡¯s when I see him standing in front of me. ¡°What the fuck?¡± I jumped back hitting my back on the edge of the workbench. With a grunt of pain, I rub my back.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. The goblin tilts his head and spoke like a whirlwind of words ¡°Apologies, should follow me I have cooked rat on the roof I prepared a nest for you.¡± As soon as he finishes talking, he is gone before I can reply. I sigh pick up my bat and try to follow after him. It takes me sometime as I must check every staircase and where it leads as most if not all of them are unstable and a second more important reason because I can¡¯t bloody see in the dark, I was mucking around the bloody school. I finally open the door to the roof and see the goblin sitting in front of a fire he is holding a stick with an impaled rat kebab sizzling above the fire. With an irritated voice I ask, ¡°Couldn¡¯t you have waited for me?¡± The goblin looks up his eyes shine like a cat which startles me for a second ¡°You didn¡¯t ask Tall Man. Do you want a bite?¡± He hands me the cooked rat ¡°I already ate.¡± I cautiously take the kebab and bite into it. The taste is vile but its better than being hungry, I slowly eat it and ask between bites ¡°I don¡¯t actually know your name.¡± The goblin turns to me and answers "In my tribe I was known as Speak Quikly." Halfway through a bite I look up curiously "My name is Kacper and can I call you Quikly?" He nods grabbing a stick and he starts playing with the fire moving the soot and wood. He looks back up after he sees me finishing the rat. Quickly asks slowly ¡°You do not have a class?¡± I nod ¡°I have some weird class. It¡¯s embarrassing I have the commoner class.¡± I look away in embarrassment throwing the stick into the fire. Quikly looks at me and chuckles. ¡°I will help you unlock your class lets start with your mana.¡± Quikly walked up to me and hit me on the head with his staff. ¡°Mana is defined by your sanity. Sanity is hard to tell.¡± I notice he is having a hard time finding the proper words. ¡°It is your minds ability to understand magic and manipulate. Mana travels through your mana veins a secondary vein that allows for the¡­ I lack word.¡± I quickly chime in casting. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s it. Mana veins can be improved to allows for more mana to swim through. However, an overload of mana burns the veins and can stop them from getting better.¡± I nod ¡°What has that to do with me?¡± Quikly looks at me annoyed. He points at my arms and then at my bat. ¡°I can see that you have no muscle, so bad strength but smart to make weapon. I will train you tomorrow as, my bones hurt, and you do not listen to me.¡± Heturns around and walk to the other side of the fire and lays down covering himself with a animal skin. ¡°Oh, come on Quikly¡± my moaning is for nothing and after some time I lie down and fall asleep with the spare animal hide. With my bat close to me just in case. Chapter 4: Live And Learn Kacper POV I awoke with a sharp pain and a gasp of air. Blinking I open my eyes and see Quikly, rubbing y eyes I get up. With an annoyed voice I ask, ¡°What is it?¡± Quikly hits the roof with the bottom of his staff and cocks his head to the side. He asks quickly but firmly ¡°Have you figured how to use mana?¡± He notices my confused stare. Then stares at me for a few seconds and shrugs ¡°Did you at least try?¡± Shaking my head, I bend down and grab my bat speaking loud enough for him to hear I say ¡°No, but from my past knowledge and with some guesswork I think I have a theory.¡± Spinning the bat in my hand I keep on talking ¡°Mana veins aren¡¯t a real thing on Earth, but I still have access to mana meaning they have to be a part of me, that I couldn¡¯t use until I came here. I am going to guess what you call mana veins is my nervous system and my sanity is my minds ability to deal with things that break reality like magic? However, I have no idea how the nervous system can be used for magic.¡± I look down to him hopefully. Quikly gives me reassuring nod before answering ¡°I not know what a nervous system is but I think I can guess its what you call mana veins. Yes, sanity is your minds power to understand things that don¡¯t like a rock falling up.¡± He grabs his staff tightly and a white shimmer flashes from it and a ethereal glow envelopes him creating ghostly horns similar to a bull and bat like wings under his skinny arms. He lets me watch in amazement before the glow dissipates. I would bet a hundred pounds he was being smug. He coughs to get me out of my stupor before saying ¡°The best way to train your mana is to imagine your abilities your willpower stat is good for this. Go and sit down and try to imagine mana I will be back when Minoris has flown around Majoris.¡± He turns around and heads of quickly walking down the stairs. I stand there for a good minute before a smile creeps on my face ¡°Magic is fucking real. I am so going to break the fucking world.¡± I quickly sit down on the animal furs and start thinking. Mana is most likely something to do with imagination so let¡¯s start with that. I close my eyes and start to imagine myself. I try to imagine mana but whenever I do that my mind wanders as I imagine all the possibilities in this world. I reel myself in constantly trying to keep my mind on the right track. However, the harder I try the more frustrating it gets. I open my eyes when hunger pulls me out of procrastination. Hunger claws at my stomach, I decide to get up and walk around to get my mind off my problems. I stop on the edge of the roof and lean on the wall. With building frustration, I shout ¡°Fuck, this shit!¡± I calm down and look up towards the suns and start to ponder when he is going to come back. I can guess that Minoris is the small sun and Majoris is the bigger one. I watch Minoris as it slowly orbits Majoris and another thought pops into my head. Wait, he gave me a proper name for the suns do they have something to do with mana? No, most likely he didn¡¯t mean anything by it. ¡°I should get on with this.¡± I close my eyes and an idea form, a small smile returns to my face. In my mind I create a rough human body I slowly add a brain and spine with some basic nerves inside the body. Nothing spectacular but it should do. I start imagining impulses passing through the nerves, I keep on imagining it with every impulse being slightly brighter. After a hundred failed try¡¯s my right arm stiffens, I open my eyes surprised as a small glimmer of blue appears at the end of my fingertips. As quickly as it appears its gone, I shake my head wondering if this was a dream.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Ping!
Player 387: Kacper Hodun has learned Mana Manipulation
LearnedInitiate Mana Manipulation
My smile grows when I see three more notification appear.
Willpower increased by 1
Player 387: Kacper Hodun has unlocked Mental Projection Proficient.
Player 387: Kacper Hodun has unlocked Human AnatomyNovice
I accept the notification and go back to trying to level up my mana manipulation. My mana levels jumps from Initiate to Rookie. I open my eyes and start laughing like a maniac until I turn around and see Quikly sitting next to the fire. I cough and pretend I wasen''t laughing. Quikly chuckles, but keeps on staring into the ash and asks "What is your mana level." I scratch my head and answer proudly "I have just reached Rookie rank." Quikly slowly turns his head to look at me. He gets up and walks over grabbing his staff. He catches me by suprise and hits me on the head. "What was that for!" I ask a I rub my forehead. "That is not possible you have only been here for one and half Minoris." He looks at me like I was a boasting idiot. "I am telling the truth, I think it is because of my knowledge about human anatomy and mental projection. I was able to use my nerves to send mana through my body to my hands and legs." Quikly looks at me with ascrutinising gaze "Very well, I think it is time to help you get a class start swinging the club." I look at him say "Why the hell would I do that....... right i can level up my club skill." I nod to him and grab my bat. I look back at him as he starts mumbling. A silvery flash of light and a mist emerges from his eyes. The mist coalesce into a grey is freakishly tall. Instead of legs it has a misty tail, the semi-humanid body that is is partly solid. The grey humanoid has bright emerald green eyes andweird toothless smile. I shiver as I see the weird smiling spirit, ghost? I am not sure. Quikly looks at me and points at the spirit. He says with a bit of mirth "Swing your club at the Tel Hasir" The spirit giggles creepily in the background. I turn to it and smile swinging the bat "This is going to be fun." I don''t notice that Quikly is shaking his head and mumbling under his breath. Chapter 5: I Am My Own Worst Enemy Kacper POV I steadied my breathing with the bat firmly in my hand I tried to hit the Tel whatever. My first hit connected with its head or at least that was what was supposed to happen. My shoddily crafted bat went through its head disturbing the mist that made up its body. Reality is a bitch, the mist thing lifted its hand to swipe its claw at me. I only manage to one step to the left, but this dosen''t save me from the strike. The claw catches my forearm and a burning sensation floods my entire arm. Ping!
Player 387: Spirit Tel Hasir has dealt 4 slashing damage.
After the burning sensation I take a step back it starts floating around me like some demented child it keeps on giggling. How the hell am I supposed to hit this thing. It is made of mist, it feels like I am hitting nothing. The spirit stops circling and then rushes forward, at me with a creepy laugh that gives me shivers. Ping!
Player 387: Kacper Hodun has resisted the Fear affect.
Stiff Upper Lip: Activates purging negative mind effects.
This stops the mist thing in its tracks as it creepy green smile disappears for a second but returns quickly. I grab the bat and go for another hit, my bat hits the spirit splitting it in half. With this I make a run through the misty spirit breaking the mist apart. I ran and after 5 meters I turn around ready with my bat above my head. I could try punching it but that wouldn¡¯t really do anything. Okay what do I know about it: I can¡¯t hit it, it¡¯s made of mist and magic I think, it¡¯s a spirit and it¡¯s a summon. The spirit reforms giggling it turns to me and starts flying towards me it lifts it right arm ready to strike. I lift the bat and get ready to hit it claw hand to at least slow it down. It surprised me as it went for my leg instead of my chest or arm like I expected. I try to jump but I am a second to slow as its claw dig deep into my calf. Ping!
Player 387: Spirit Tel Hasir has dealt 9 points of slashing damage.
A scream escapes from my mouth ¡°Fuck!¡± I try and escape, but it is more of a stumble then anything else. The Spirt still fucking giggling grabs my injured leg and pulls, with surprising strength I fall to the ground with a yelp. I swing my bat hitting its head giving me seconds as its head reforms. I hear Quikly shout ¡°You said you have Rookie rank.¡± I give him a quick glare but go back to grunting and crawling backwards I start to think. The creatures head reforms and it starts playing with me as it pretends to crawl after me when it could just have flown over to me. I stop and a small smile creeps on my face I have an idea, I get up grunting with pain. My mind goes into overdrive as I imagine mana being pumped out of my brain down my spine to every corner of the body. The spirit flies at me ready to rip out my throat as a burst of blue light.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. Ping!
Player 387: Has self-taught himself Weak Mana Shield, casting cost 2 mana.
Player 387: Spirit Tel Hasir has dealt 5 piercing damage but was reduced to 3 by Weak Mana Shield.
With a shit eating grin, I throw the bat at the spirit the bat hits it right arm. I charge and go for a punch imagining mana circling through my right arm, my arm connects. My fist releases blue flame that singes it. My smile falters as I see the effect. The spirits backs away with the steam coming of its face, it no longer has a smile and the green mouth and eyes are turning red. On a positive note I have a second ability. With a nervous smile I say ¡°No hard feelings right?¡±
Player 387: Has self-taught himself Weak Mana Hardening, casting cost 2 mana.
Player 387: Has dealt 2 points of spiritual damage to Spirit Tel Hasir.
The spirit shrieks and rushes towards me and I jump for the bat grabbing it and lifting it up. The clawed hands scratch at my arms. Dam it how can I beat this thing. Fuck what if I di......
Stiff Upper Lip: Activates purging negative mind effects.
Bloody hell, Quikly want let me die or at least I hope so. I tighten my grasp on the bat and let my imagination run wild, the mana surges down my spine up my arms into the bat. My confidence surges and a smile appear again. I never had this much fun, I am going to beat the unlife out of this bastard. Swinging the bat with no real plan I hit the bastard.
Player 387: Has dealt 8 bludgeoning damage to Spirit Tel Hasir.
I keep on beating the creature until it stops reforming, blood dripping down my body from all the wounds. I manage to open my menu and see I have only 21/50 health, that is not too bad. I look to Quikly with a toothy grin. He looks at me clearly shocked he looks at me for a long time until he mumbles under his breath. A green wisp flies out of is staff hitting me in the head before I can react. Some of the wounds are slowly healed with scabs forming on the wounds. My health rises to 41 and I hear a ping.
Player 387: Has killed a higher level being using a weapon and magic. Unlocking class War Mage. Do you wish to accept the class?
I answer "Hell yes." Then the system gives me a notification and before I can read it my stats fall and everything starts to flash red. "Oh bugger." I fall over and everything goes black with only the notification flashing before me. I hate myself.
Player 387: Has replaced his class without reaching level 50 in his first acquired class. All your stats that have been gained will be lost. Please get ready for the restructuring of the soul.
Chapter 6: Grinding And Training Kacper POV A thumping in my head and desperate attempts of movement I finally open my eyes. Blue notifications are everywhere in my line of sight. I try to lift my arms and legs, but they feel so much heavier, it¡¯s like swimming through water. Fear starts clawing at my nerves as I barley pull myself up, I look around and then all the notifications pop up scaring the life out of me as I scream. The familiar ping and all my fears are gone. Quikly opens the door to the room which I was in and light races to reach me. He gives me a nod as he looks over me noticing that I am alright before saying ¡°Call me if you need me.¡± He slams the door leaving me in darkness with only the notifications providing me some light. ¡°What¡¯s his problem and where the hell am I?¡± I look around squinting seeing that the room is a classroom with majority of its furniture to the other side. The windows have blinds with some bits of light seeping through. I feel the animal hide under my hands and notice my gear next to me, but I am still wearing my dirty and bloody clothes. I look at my wounds which were bandaged made of some material like papyrus or reeds, the bandages covered my left calf and both of my arms. I sigh and look at the cieling ¡°I wonder how he dragged me here. I probably should solve the notification problem and check my stats.¡±
Name: Kacper Hodun Health: 21/21
Sex: Male Mana: 27/27
Age: 17 Energy: 36/36
Race: Polish (Outworlder) Culture: English
Combat Class: War Mage Lv 1 Job Class: None
Strength: 19 Dexterity: 29
Vitality: 14 Agility: 24
Stamina: 24 Perception: 35
Willpower: 41 Charisma: 36
Intelligence: 45 Faith: 57
Sanity: 54 Luck: 34
Abilities- New! Skills- New!
Inventory: Locked Doorway Coin: 3
Traits Titles: Fighter Prodigy- New!
Well my stats have fallen most likely it was because I switched my class but why does commoner count as a combat class? I mean maybe it was a base class that people start out with but what about people living in the wilderness or some noble. Wait are their even nobles I mean, no of course there are this is a fantasy world. Okay lets check get rid of the notifications and check out these new things. Abilities is finally unlocked lets see what I have.
Stance- A basic melee boost to attacks increasing attack speed by boosting dexterity. Energy cost of 2 for every minute in use.
So energy is used for fighting abilities I wonder if I their are skills that use both energy and mana. Maybe their are more skills I bet my dollar that their is some spirit power shamans have, divine ability of priests or something like chakra. My second ability .
Bash- A melee attack that creates a stun effect. This based on your strength and weapon against the enemies willpower and resistance. Costs 5 energy to use, can be used every 10 seconds.
My title Fighter Prodigy only gave me more exp for using melee weapons which is pretty good. That isn¡¯t too bad, but I would rather have gotten a defensive ability with my health being so disappointingly low. I clicked on my skills revealing my old and new skill. Mace and club skill at Rookie with my mana manipulation skill jumping to Begginer. Okay that doesn¡¯t matter, let¡¯s see what my knew title is.
Player 387: Has beaten a higher level spirit reaching requirment for Ghost Buster. Ghost Buster gives a boost to all damage dealt to spirits and gain basic understanding of all spirits.
This actually seems useful but I don¡¯t think I will be immediately helpful to me. I sigh and close the menu, slowly I get up and sigh as I grab my armour and weapons. I put them on avoiding my wounds. I open the door and head back to the roof hoping to find Quikly I will need his help to get my stats back to normal or at least close to normal. I open the door to the roof and see quikly turn his head to me "We have a lot do." I say and look to him "I need your help with my stupid decision of replacing Commoner with War Mage. I have become a lot weaker." I scratch my head looking him.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Quikly Gets up dusting of his cloths and looks up at me "I will help you but I want something back." he steps closer to me I stand there waiting for some horrible request but what he says takes me by surprise. "I wish you teach me how to speak better in the Tall Men tongue.¡± I look at him and smile ¡°Deal.¡± I grab his hand and shake it. 3 Days Later I regret this so much this stupid goblin is impossible to teach he is just plain ignoring me. He is a fucking terrible student he is so bloody stubborn and won¡¯t accept anything that contradicts him. At least this levelled up my Teaching skill to Initiate my skill isn¡¯t rising any more I guess I need to try harder or teach more people. Not counting him being a terrible student he has helped me get my stats up and level my skills. He forced me to move and clean the whole school it was basically slavery and my stats barely rose. At least my stamina rose by 5 and all the other stats rose by 2 or 3, I guess moving the rubble was at least useful. My skills have risen Mana manipulation to rank Novice and Mental Projection to Trained. I was deep in thought before Quikly hit me with the staff, striking my back I turned to him and with an irritated voice said ¡°What?¡± He pointed his skeletal green hand further into the woods. I froze as I saw goblin hunters heading our way, I hold my bat near me as we lay in the under bush. Quikly grabs my shoulder to keep me still and starts chanting the same white mist emerges from his eyes and a mist surrounds the area. The four hunters notice the mist encircling glade they brandish their savage axes and spears, surprisingly only one of them has a shitty bow. Quikly looks at me and points at them ¡°Go and attack good for class levels, I support you with magic.¡± I look at him and hold my bat tightly, nodding I get up and walk out of the bush the goblins look at me quizzically but soon fear appears on their face as spirits start to form in the mist. Yurei, Kikimora and a Tel Hasir start floating around the goblins, it was a good idea to ask Quikly what spirits he could summon. I wonder why some of the spirits he can summon are from mythologies on Earth but others like Tel Hasir aren¡¯t from Earths folklore. I shake my head it doesn¡¯t matter I am going to be fighting, I should focus on the goblins they are the threat. I wait for Quikly to send in the spirits The Kikimoras with its clawed legs and arms sprints at the goblins. Its long chicken like legs let it reach the spear wielding goblin with a slash at its face. The goblin screams in pain as it is blinded releasing its crude spear. The axe goblin charges it trying to chop at its skinny body, the axe hits its stomach cutting into its clothes it rips the axe out with a maniac look in its eyes. The wounded Kikimoras body doesn¡¯t bleed but straw falls out, a cackling laughter emerges from its hooded head. The Tel Hasir cackles in laughter as it torments the archer by jumping out from every side screaming at it and doing minor damage. That¡¯s when I notice where is the fourth goblin? I hear a scream of fear, looking up I see the Yurei holding the poor terrified goblin by its leg. A horrifying creepy smile on its face revealing its shark like teeth. Mental note don¡¯t mess with Quikly he will send the spirits of dammed after me and have my soul devoured. That¡¯s when the Yurei releases the poor bastard as he falls and hits the ground. I turn my head before I see this, but I hear the horrible screech and crunching noise as the body hits the ground. I look back and feel vomit coming up my throat, but I swallow and run to help the spirits. The Kikimora strikes the leg of the axe goblin ripping his muscles. Yet I have to say the goblin has some courage or is at least insane enough to not feel fear or scream in pain. The spear goblin makes a run for the mist with the archer following behind. I run at the goblin activating my Stance and strike the goblins shoulder.
Player 387: Has dealt 7 bludgeoning damage to Gargel Goblin Tribesmen.
The goblin turned around with his crude stone axe he swung and stuck true into my leg. A crazed grin was on his face and he looked me straight in the eye.
Player 387: Gargel Goblin Tribesmen has been dealt 5 slashing damage.
I lifted my bat and swung it hitting his head knocking the life out of the crazed goblin. I feel the rush as I swing it again to make sure he is dead.
Player 387: Has dealt 6 bludgeoning damage killing Gargel Goblin Tribesmen. Exp gained reached War Mage Lv 7.
I look to the two running goblins I touch my mouth to feel a wide smile on my face, this is so fun grinding and killing these little bastards. I turn to the corpse and then the bloody spirits. I just wish they didnt leave behined a corpse, scream or beg for mercy it ruins the fun in fighting. I guess this the world I live in I have to track those little guys down. I turn to look at Quikly and shout to him "I''ll get those two, send the spirits out if anymore come close to the school." Chapter 7: Into The Unknown Hiddey POV Hiddey awoke from his rest just like any other day to the banging of the bell. He could already hear the Daughters of Mother banging kettles and pans to strengthen the noise and signal another day. Hiddey got up quickly putting on his cloths he left his hovel to see more goblins emerging from his hovels. He looked to the pit and he heard the stirring of the children as a bunch of Daughters were throwing pieces of meat and mushrooms down to them. A rope was thrown into the pit and a rabid battle for freedom ensured as the children grabbed onto the rope and climbed up as fast as they could many would grab and pull each other down to increase their chance of escape. Hiddey shook his head knowing very well that many more could escape if they simply worked together, after all that¡¯s how he escaped, the clever ones would be taking the food and finding allies to help them escape. He turned around and headed to the market thinking too bad that having a companion outside the pit was suicide. He followed the crowd close to the back to so that I could make a run if something happened. The crowd gathered around the market where Chief SttabbyStab stood with his advisor Bokeader standing close to the chief. SttabbyStab was an impressive goblin standing of four feet probably because he ate a lot of his competitors in the pit. His skin was emerald green and his cat like eyes where filled with malice and cunning. He was holding a rusty iron sword almost as big as him in his left hand. The blade was called The Glint because it was the shiniest weapon the tribe had. His advisor covered himself with a cowl only revealing his long ears and sharp nose. I wonder what he will say today, I look back at the pit and see that three children had made it out and where being shepherded to the ancient wooden temple of the Mother. Not many made it out maybe tomorrow there will be more. SttabbyStab started talking and I turned back to him. His voice was loud and obnoxious as he talked ¡°Today we are sending out scouts. The filthy Muggag have been trying to take the old ruins where the crazy madman is, I want to know why they are risking lives.¡± He looks at Bokeader ¡°Make a scout group and send them out I want to know why the Muggag are active and why there have been less Muggag scouts on our side of the river. Send some pretty Daughters to my house.¡± He heads of with his elite gang back to his nest I bet he will be enjoythe Daughters companies, well damn the bastard he keeps them all for himself. Bokeader turns to the crowd and takes out an elixir swallowing his speaks at first weakly but with every word his voice becomes louder and more confident. Probably a charisma potion, I wonder how he made it. Forget it you weren¡¯t born lucky you¡¯re a scavenger not an alchemist. I forget about my thoughts and start listening to him ¡°There will be three groups one will be sent to the ruins, another to the Muggag and a third to check our lands. Those who join will get extra rations and those who do well a chance to breed.¡± Breeding might be fun but its not worth it I would get attached to the little buggers and most likely they wouldn¡¯t make it out of the pit. Food is always worth it I need to eat there isn¡¯t enough grub to go around anymore. I look around noticing that a few goblins had perked up waiting to join the scouts. Bokeader looks from side to side and tells the crowd ¡°If you want to risk your lives stay here, the rest back to work.¡± The crowd dispersed with about 20 goblins staying behind a good amount for the scout groups. We were separated into three groups each led by one of the experienced goblin hunters each level 30 or higher I heard chief is level 80 don¡¯t know which classes but I can guess he has more than one combat class I bet it is Warrior and Berserker with the way he fights. I open the the Blue.
Name: Hiddey Health: 20/20
Sex: Male Mana: 13/13
Age: 10 Energy: 38/38
Race: Goblin (Island) Culture: Goblinoid
Combat Class: Ranger Lv 30 Job Class: None
Strength: 16 Dexterity: 46
Vitality: 13 Agility: 37
Stamina: 25 Perception: 42
Willpower: 28 Charisma: 34
Intelligence: 31 Faith: 22
Sanity: 25 Luck: 73
Abilities Skills
Traits Titles: Gargel Scout
A blue pop up apears before Hiddeys eyes.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.
Hiddey: Congratulations for reaching Lv 30 do you wish to gain an ability or boost your stats.
I don¡¯t need an ability, but a stat boot would be extremely useful. Hiddey chooses the stat bonus looking at the bonuses he gained. the helpful notification appeared brfore him as he smile his creepy smile with his fang like teeth.
Hiddey: +2 Str, +3 Vit, +3 Sta, +4 Dex, +3 Agi and +2 Per stat boost.
Hiddey looks back at the group already being separated Hiddey went to join the goblin scouts. Soon after he was put into to the Muggag scout group cursing his luck for the most dangerous job if he was sent to the ruins they could have just watched from a safe distance. With him being in this stupid squad he would have to cross the river and risk his life in enemy territory. This was bad but he mighty gets lucky and make it out of this alive and well fed. He looked to his squad leader Figgiht powerful warrior who supposedly reached lv 70 a pretty rare level only Chief and Bokeader were higher than 60. Figghit was a small goblin and had the body of a skeleton, with his left ears bitten of by a rival he is supposedly best hunter with him supposedly reached lv 50 with the Ranger class and has reached lv 20 in the Scout class. With him we might be able to reach the other tribe and survive. Figgiht held his axe and turned to our group with a grim look as we were dismissed. He spoke with a strong but slightly amused voice ¡°So you are under me?¡± He shakes his head and returns to his speech ¡°Split up into two groups each made of six, one will be in front and the other a few miles behind them.¡± As soon as he is finished, he points out who will be in the first group and of course its me. I sigh and join the other five sacrifices as we are sent out first. So, my group of dead goblins head into the forest of course Figgiht is in the second group so we have no proper fighter and we are heading to enemy territory. It takes a few hours to reach the river that separates the island between the ruins, Gargel and Muggag. The great river Wetty that has been stained by blood of both tribes since time immemorial or about last week when we lost the hunting grounds. Very bad day I cried as it meant no more deer meat. Crossing the river is easy and know the trouble begins it will take days to stealthily reach the other tribe. We will have to leave behind markings on the trees to tell them which direction we are going. One of the younger members carves a arrow pointing north, smart following the coast will be safer we will only have to fight the Squiddies if we go that way. I head north with the group following me probably because I am the oldest and highest levelled group. I guess I am the leader for now. Chapter 8: A New Challenger Approaches Unknown POV The ruins of the village stood silently in a glade with the mighty and ancient forest surrounding it. An eerie wind blows through its ramshackle streets where corpses of dissected goblins lay. The sound of footsteps can be heard as a young man walks through its streets, his boots covered with blood and gore. He swings his small hand axe caked with the blood of the dead. He looks over the partly burnt ruins and turns his head to the smashed gate as the voices in a weird and barbaric language hear him. He heads towards the noise slowly and carefully readying his weapon with a single thought in his head, maybe I can reach Lv 50 today. Hiddey¡¯s POV The group reaches the edge of the glade they lay in the tall grass watching the remains of the smashed village. The western part of the village is burnt down with the pit broken and filled with dirt and mud. I look back at his small group of three, he looks back at what happened yesterday when they lost two of their number. It was a sad moment for the others but in truth I barely remember their names after all they were young and about three goblins die for every one that reaches adulthood. He thanked the Mother that the Squiddies didn¡¯t choke him to death. I am surprised that we didn¡¯t meet any Muggag hunters or scouts. I wonder what happened to the village maybe an attack by the Tall things or maybe the Squiddies got here, no they would have dried up. Hiddey turns to his group of three remaining goblins. ¡°Which one of you is Gedd?¡± A small goblin holding a stone spear with small beady brown eyes stands up and says, ¡°It¡¯s me. What is it boss?¡± I point to the left of the village where a stack of corpses lay. Nodding, he heads forward to check out the pile of dead. He will not be forgotten when the beast devours him, well at least the otheir two will remmber him.. I turn to look at Mallilk and Pickir ¡°Well Gedd is probably going to die.¡± They look at me confused and a little worried, probably because they were almost sent out to die. ¡°Don¡¯t be surprised he knew what he was doing. Anyway, follow after me we will head into the village when he is being devoured to steal anything that is valuable and burn down what¡¯s left of the village.¡± They tried to talk, and I shushed them as I turned back to see Gedd returning alive and well. ¡°Huh I guess there isn¡¯t any beasts here. Most likely a group of raiders came here. Damn the tribe might actually be in trouble if they were willing to kill so many and not loot the place.¡± This was a partial lie as Hiddey thought back to the day when he saw the Tall bastard, most likely he was a scout or something sent out to look for us, but it left an unpleasant question in his mind. What could those Tall things even gain from destroying the tribe if they could sail the seas around the island then there would be nothing of use here. After Gedd returned we headed to the village stealthily to see if there are any clues or treasure to steal. The gates were wide opened, and the retched smell hit us as we saw severed legs and arms. An absolute massacre at the gates. Most of the homes were burnt down and weapons lying on the floor. I head to the centre avoiding the bodies and discarded equipment. We reach the broken gates in a few minutes of careful and painfully slow movement. The others are clearly worried and definitely have much lower agility stat then me. If the way they walk and how loud they are is anything to go by, it¡¯s almost like they have never went hunting. With a quick motion I point at the nearest home and start slinking towards the building. I can hear them arguing behind Mallilk ¡°Follow him idiot.¡± Pickir shouted back ¡°Shut it Mallilk why don¡¯t you follow him you seedater.¡± Gedd stayed quiet and followed me quietly heading past me further into the village. Smart of him to get away from the noise but stupid to head straight into the middle instead of exploring near the wall. I head further into the village along the wall checking the homes of the former residents. Sadly, there wasn¡¯t any proper loot only some weapons and fur. Not going to be able to carry much of this back to the village I step into a small home where the table is turned over and the fur bed on the floor. A smell of slightly rotten venison hit me as I start salivating at the prospect of meat. I grab the piece of meat lying on the floor next to the table ready to bite into it when my trait activates.
It¡¯s A Tactical Retreat- When facing a much larger, scarier or simply stronger being gain a 20% to Agility, Dexterity and Stamina. Only activates when you are in danger and "retreat" is the best strategy.
I throw the meat behind me at whatever is trying to kill me and whip out my stone knife as I turn to the enemy. A surprised yelp escapes from my mouth as I see a fucking Tall thing standing in the doorway with a piece of venison on its shoulder. The Tall thing was different from the one he met in the forest he was shorter than the hay haired creature. This creature has very dark hair that looks unkempt but clean. Wearing grey t-shirt and cargo pants which are covered with blood and gore, probably goblin blood. His brown eyes glint with cold calculation. He readies his small axe and swings.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. I jump back dodging the strike and jumping backwards readying my dagger as he steps forward for another attack. Activating Stride.
Stride- Increases movement speed by 50% for 1 second at cost of 3 energy.
I charge him managing to Stri¡­. My blow is countered and suddenly he kicks me nocking me back into the table. The table breaks, how the hell does he have such a high strength stat! I quickly get up and see him ready to slash, I quickly roll out of the way as his axe hits the floor a second after I got out of the way.
Hiddey: Tallthing has dealt you 15 bludegoning damage.
Fuck! There is no way I can hurt him he fucking took me down to half health with a kick a fucking kick. Thank the fucking Mother he is slower than me. Reactivating Stride I sacrifice 18 energy to sprint past him for the exit. He wasn¡¯t done as he threw his axe at me, thank Mother he didn¡¯t expect my sudden speed increase. The axe plunged into the wall and I made it outside tumbling and unable to slow down I hit the wall. Pushing myself of the wall I run as he rips out his axe and steps out of the hovel. Irritation can be easily seen on his face as I sprint for my life, he quickly follows behind me. Sprinting as fast as I can I duck and weave between the shacks and rubble. My speed lasts about six seconds I must find the others, I quickly turn back to look at the thing. The tall thing is quite far behind me thanks to the speed boost, but he is slowly catching up. I head back to the gate where I hear the idiots still arguing, good. Running to them I shout, ¡°Get your weapons out we have an enemy.¡± The two idiots Mallilk and Pickir quiet down and stare at the Tall thing behind me. Mallilk takes out a small short bow and prepares for his shot his arms shaking it is a useless endeavour he will most likely miss. Pickir takes out a small stone axe and rushes forward, great the idiot is going to die. I sidestep Pickir and push Mallilk onto the floor and keep on running. A few seconds later I hear a scream and then a squelch too bad for you Pickir I didn¡¯t like you. I turn to look back and see that Pickir had lost his hand and the axe was imbedded in his chest with a last gargle of blood he was dead. A small arrow was shot at the tall thing and by some miracle it struck the things shoulder. The Tall thing grabbed its axe and wrenched it out with a displeased look, blood spurrting out all over the floor. Just like I though it is strong but nowhere near strong enough to kill a whole tribe. Well Mallilk managed to shoot it which means either low agility or he got lucky, impressive either way to bad I am going to have to leave him behind he would make a good archer class. As I reach Mallilk he is already reloading his bow, I lift my dagger and hit him behind his knee that should give him some debuffs. He screams in agony as he falls releasing his bow and breaking the arrow he was holding in two. My ears twitch as I hear a war cry which gives me an unfortunate debuff. Gedd you bastard I knew letting you go alone was a stupid idea, he had to have seen me knock down Pickir and stab Mallilk therefor he no longer sees me as an ally. I should have been more careful, this is bad. I can¡¯t move a muscle fuck the debuff must stop me from moving away from him. I can¡¯t even attack Mallilk the shout is preventing me from lifting even a finger at him. I fucking hate Bodyguards why do they have so many stupid buffing abilities.
Gedd: Used Taunt, partially resisted due to higher charisma and failed due to low willpower.
Mallilk grabbed part of the broken arrow and holding it looks to me. He swiftly jabs it at me, with a desperate attempt I try and dodge, but he manages to strike me in between the ribs. I take 2 piercing damage, you little shit. Grabbing the arrow shaft, I try and pull it out, but the thing is stuck, fuck if I don¡¯t get it out soon, I will be screwed with all those debuffs. I have no choice but to take down Gedd too bad I liked him he didn¡¯t talk. I turn around and see that I don¡¯t actually have to do anything. Seeing the Tall thing rushing to attack him and slaughter him like a pig. I look back to Mallilk who is grabbing his knife and clumsily taking it out. Fuck I have no chance I have to try and break through the debuff. If I run to Gedd the Tall thing will kill me and if I can¡¯t move away Mallilk will kill me. I try and take another step and move away but the same Blue keeps on appearing in front of me. Mallilk tackles me to the ground stabbing me in the shoulder I feel it piercing and striking my bone. Fucking idiot, he should be running for his life. Fuu¡­ Nevermind. Thank you for the help.
Hiddey: Taunt has been broken due to damage overpowering the effect.
I lift my head and smash his nose with my forehead, with his slightly greenish blood spurting on me. Kicking him of I get up quickly and look to Gedd. Gedd is putting up a good fight using his Fortify and Knock Out ability to deal a few good blows and it seems the Tall thing is having a challenge. Must have a powerful damage dealer class but low health if it has trouble against a defensive class. Shaking my head I turn back and with sadistic glee I finish Mallilk. Delivering a finishing blow to Mallilk he desperately tries to plead but I don¡¯t let him finish the sentence. Grab his arrows for my own bow I start running for the forest. It is always better to have more ammunition. Sorry Mallilk and Gedd, but I didn¡¯t like any of you enough to risk my life for. It¡¯s A Tactical Retreat activates again, yeah right this is not a retreat. I am not going to fight I am going to survive this like always. Interlude: The Subject Kacper Sheet
Name: Kacper Hodun Health: 23/23
Sex: Male Mana: 27/27
Age: 17 Energy: 44/44
Race: Polish (Outworlder) Culture: English
Combat Class: War Mage Lv 1 Job Class: None
Strength: 21 Dexterity: 29
Vitality: 15 Agility: 24
Stamina: 29 Perception: 35
Willpower: 41 Charisma: 36
Intelligence: 45 Faith: 57
Sanity: 54 Luck: 34
Abilities Skills
Inventory: Locked Doorway Coin: 3
Traits Titles: Fighter Prodigy
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Carpentry Rookie Mace and ClubInitiate
Mana Manipulation Rookie MentalProficient
Human AnatomyNovice TeachingInitiate
Traits
(Polish) Not Dead Yet: A buff that activates during a desperate situation and all stats are multiplied by 2. When safe, dead or knocked unconscious buff ends. The longer the buff is used the stronger the debuff. (English) Stiff Upper Lip: Immune to negative mental effects.
Abilities
Bash- A melee attack that creates a stun effect. This based on your strength and weapon against the enemy¡¯s willpower and resistance. Costs 5 energy to use, can be used every 10 seconds Stance- A basic melee boost to attacks increasing attack speed by boosting dexterity. Energy cost of 2 for every minute of use.
Weak Mana Shield- Create a weak mana shield around the body reduces all damage but only by a small amount casting cost 2 mana. Weak Mana Hardening- Mana is infused into the body boosting muscle strength of the whole body casting cost 2 mana.
Titles
Fighter Prodigy- A basic understanding of all weapons and every ten levels in a melee class you gain a free stat. Ghost Buster-Gives a boost to all damage dealt to spirits and gain basic understanding of all immaterial beings.
The piece of paper hits the table and by some magic slides over to the other side where a woman with colour changing hair shifting between blue and black. Her skin colour is also changing once its pale white, light blue and then black as midnight. Her eyes are colourless and reflect the skeleton standing in front of the table. She speaks with a voice that echoes with memories and lost token of ancient days. ¡°Skelly you really want to give up a favour for a surprisingly weak human Player?¡± The skeleton nods. She then continues ¡°You know he is one of those Outworlders that break so easily when they come to Erat? He didn¡¯t commit suicide only because of his trait. He got lucky.¡± At that moment Hadris, Grim, Skelly, Bony or whatever you want to call him answered with a voice of a closing tomb. ¡°Oora, you are right but look at the state of mind and his alignment.¡± Oora looks at the hidden factors using her God Eye ability. Her eyes reflect a broken stone tablet being repaired by a strange and exotic tools. When she looks further her eyes turn dull heroic gold, with red like blood constantly moving around her monochrome eyes with bits of silver merging with the blood red colour. A small flicker of a smile appears on her face. Grim chuckles with the voice of a thousand wise men of long-gone universes. She looks back at him and says with a jolly voice of sailors ¡°I can see why you favour him, I have never seen such a weak being break and reforge himself. He is killing his old self and failing to rid himself of his core aspects, yet it is somehow melding together. He wishes for grotesque violence, macabre deaths and the frenzy of battle. Yet his instincts live and hold him back. An interesting paradox of a hero¡¯s soul who was too scared to be, who wishes to be a wicked.¡± Bony looks to her and once again asks with the voice of a curious living child born from a dead womb ¡°Will you allow him to reach the mainland?¡± Hadris skeleton hands clamp together, he who would be sweating if he had skin and glands. Shaking her head, she asks with the memory of a thousand lovers waiting at the beach, ¡°He is interesting and maybe I should take him for myself. After all I have so many wicked villains, kind heroes, broken men and women and happy children. I have never had a paradoxical hero who failed and wishes to forget his principles for the thrill of murder. Plus, it¡¯s always a positive to knock you down a peg Elder, I know exactly what they did to you and that why you shouldn¡¯t be doing this. Why are you risking what little you have left on this one idiotic soul?¡± A sigh escapes Reapers lips ¡°I will be honest, no games. This soul was never supposed to be taken because he was simply not ready or willing. I took him because he is halfway to insanity and has a possibility of redemption or damnation. He is my best chance at reversing the damage. Please I will give you my Domain of Doors if you agree.¡± Reaper gets on his knee as soon as he does that, he hears laughter of an old sailor. ¡°Alright Elder I will make sure he gets to the mainland but nothing more. I don¡¯t want your domain I want the soul of a special individual and I want permission to resurrect him.¡± A dammed smile of a villainous queen appears on her face. Skeleton looks up at her mirror eyes seeing his face his blue fire dimming but still there. His mind starts calculating the soul of a hero who wishes to fall, his last hope to fix the mistake for the soul of the perfect hero who could threaten even the Last Born. His chance of winning fell from 2% to 0.19%, better than nothing but the game is stacked even more against him. A small nod and the deal is sealed a pact which is only known by them both and his sister. The old skeletons stands and heads to unleash a human who came close to breaking the world, at least this time Death has a his own champion even if he is weak, bloodthirsty and insane. A broken yet unbroken child who wishes for redemption and damnation in battle and peace. Death leaves her room and looks at the stars and for once speaks in his old voice of a geek who asked for too much. ¡°Shit, I fucked up everything. Well at least this time we have a chance to win." Chapter 9: Dungeon Crawling? Kacper POV I followed behind Quikly as we walked down the worn-down path. I walked barefoot the constant battles and running through the woods had done a number on them. I tried to find some spare shoes in the school but there were none that could fit in the lost and found. The school must have been copied from earth when it was closed. My clothing is stained with the goblin blood and my body scarred with newly healed wounds. Once I get of this island, I am going to burn my cloths and have a proper fucking wash. I looked at the sea and the pebble covered beach reminding of Earth, surprising how similar this world is even though there are goblins, magics and ghosts. The waves smashed against the beach and the cove surrounding us, in a thousand years most likely the cliffs would have eroded but for now I could thank the cliffs for providing shelter against the harsh wind. I turn to look at Quikly to see that he is no longer in front of me before I can start looking for him, I feel his fucking staff hitting my head. I don¡¯t get how the bloody hell he can move so fast and why he isn¡¯t willing to tell. Quikly starts talking before I can complain ¡°Follow faster the training has not begun and we have to swim to get there.¡± With these words he heads towards the ocean white mist emerging from his eyes surrounding him and summoning mermaids. My brain shuts down as I see beautifull women waiting in the water, they give me the look of a predator watching their prey. Well these are not Disney mermaids, I guess I was hoping for too much. They look mostly human above their hips. Fish scales cover their arms and chest, turning from a dark blue to a more pinkish colour around their stomach but look almost entirely human with their faces. Their faces are eerily beautiful, but they are not fully human lacking a pupil all of them have unnaturally beautiful light blue eyes, their ear pointed and fin like and their smiles are just a tiny bit too big revealing their needle like teeth. Quikly steps into the water and slowly starts to wade through the mist surrounding pushing the water away. I jog after him passing through the mist wall I reach him. I walk next to him watching the eerie surroundings of snowy white mist and the deep dark blue sea. I see the shadows of the mermaids swimming around their fish tail reminding me more of constrictor snake with some added fins. Quikly looks up at me and with a serious tone tells me ¡°As long as I can see you, they will not attack you.¡± He keeps on walking allowing me to think. I nod and ask, ¡°Are they mermaids?¡± Quikly answers with a shake of his head. I look back at these creepy spirits they¡¯re not mermaids I turn back to him ¡°Sirens?¡± Nodding he answers slowly and clearly for me to hear ¡°I can summon spirits due to having the shaman class. Spirits are formed from emotions Tel Hasir are born from the excitement of child, Kikimora the scorn of a women. The harder to understand emotion the more powerful a spirit. Sirens are born from revenge when women are thrown into the sea to die. They wish for death of all men, but they also wish to have some fun before your death.¡± I look to my right and yelp as one of those fuckers is staring at me with their creepy smile and slightly too big eyes. After some time and many feet underwater, we start walking back up the island where we reach underground cave. We climb into the cave onto the hard rock. The sirens sit at the edge of the pool we just climbed out of us staring quietly at me and Qui¡­ no just me. I normally like a woman being interested in me, but I am pretty sure they will rape me, drown me and eat me not necessarily in that order. Quikly shouts at them to protect the cave entrance until we return the three of them, rolling their eyes and frowning dive back into the pool. I ask, ¡°Why are we here?¡± Quikly mutters again and the mist emerges from his mouth a light blue burning blue fire emerges. Two cute white eyes are on this floating fireball. I look at him quizzically, shrugging he answers ¡°Will-o''-the-wisp represent a child¡¯s whish for joy. Careful they like to play, and they do burn.¡± The wisp fly¡¯s around the cavern and close to me a happy look on its face. Cute but also disturbing. ¡°We are here to grind above us is a goblin tribe that come down here to find treasure.¡± After this curt explanation he pulls me along with the wisp leading the way. The cave is dark with many winding tunnels and lakes filled with fishes? They were smaller than my pinkie and eyeless, but they swam like lightning tearing and consuming other schools of fish. I shook my head and started to crawl after Quikly. The journey was annoying even with the meagre light the wisp provided I had banged my head on the caves ceiling at least ten times. After a while we emerged into a large open cave filled with a giant lake in the middle. Quikly grabs be by my shirt and dispels the wisp leaving me in darkness. ¡°We must be careful, the tribe often comes here. Be silent and follow me we must block the main entrance, or the tribe will swamp us.¡± Pulling me along we stay near the cold wall and I try to stop stumbling in the dark by touching the wall. After a few minutes of cursing and being pulled along we crouch down behind some rocks. ¡°Kacper ready your weapon I will summon spirits to block the entrance¡±The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. I lift my hand up and say ¡°I can¡¯t see anything in the dark¡± Quikly hits me on the head with his staff, stupid asshole I bite my tongue to stop any noise escaping my mouth. A migraine hits me and my head feels woozy. Opening my eyes, I see Quiklys mask, he must have cast a spell on me for night vision, clever but did he have to hit me on the head. I peer over the rocks to see the main entrance to my north west where a bunch of goblins sit idly. A small camp at the shores of the lake to my east about 250 meters. The goblins at the camp seem to be using artificial coves to grow mushrooms and catch those blind piranhas with clubs. Counting all the goblins at the camp and entrance there was about 30 of them. Quikly prods me in the ribs to get my attention. He starts speaking I will go for the entrance and I will let you kill what¡¯s left behind. I nod and sit down behind the rock. I let him do the work as he sneaks closer to the entrance. Its funny that he likes killing his people more than me, he wasn¡¯t willing to tell me anything about his past, but you can easily see they kicked him out for some reason. I mean most goblins only have a single job class and they die before reaching Lv 30. The guards might be some trouble one of them could have a combat class or even a monster class, but he should be fine. Monster classes are supposedly very rare in the civilized goblins. I grip my bat as I hear the screams of the guards a small grin once again appears on my face. I stand up and start rushing for the camp. The goblins most likely don¡¯t have a combat class and therefore are easy prey even for a Lv 7 War Mage. The goblin workers are scrambling through the tents grabbing anything that they can carry. Some are making a run for the tunnel as they see the spirits absolutely demolishing their protectors. The Kikimoras, Revenants and other spirits tear into the unprepared warriors. Their screams echo through the caverns as I reach the camp a goblin looks up at me fearfully. Sorry little guy you were just to slow with a swing of my bat I end its life. Without missing a beat, I go for the next closest goblin who makes a shriek releasing whatever he was carrying. Using my Weak Mana Harden to strengthen myself I strike the goblin worker, he falls to the ground with a high pitched scream and broken arm. A second swing finishes the monster of. I look up to notice the other workers are making a run for the tunnels, with a quick glance at Quikly I notice he is doing just fine. My smirk grows into a full-blown smile as I chase after them. Some Time Later¡­ I have to give credit where its due these little buggers know how to hide I only managed to three out of I think fourteen. Right now, I am crawling through a tight space as I emerge, I see a goblin. The cavern is small filled with many little ponds with holes leading out to the sea. The goblin stands in the middle with a long rust blade growling at me, I have to say I am a little intimidated it is four feet tall when Quikly is only about two and a half metre tall. He points the blade at me and then grunts as he punches the air. Is he some goblin champion? Wait how did he get here I thought Quikly blocked the entrance unless he was already here or Quickly was overwhelmed. An arrow fly¡¯s past me as I see a bunch of goblins hiding behind rocks. Only the champion stands without any protection. The three archers ready the bow almost daring me to move. The champion barks an order at them and they slowly move away. Let me guess this is a mini-boss and he wants to personally fuck me up. He turns back to me and then activates an ability his body tenses up and he seem to grow bigger. In a blink of an eye he rams me with his shoulder smashing me into the fucking wall. My ribs crack and my head smashes into the wall, blood and bile erupt from my mouth. He doesn¡¯t jump back for a strike with his blade and instead bites me deep in the shoulder. I scream as more blood comes flooding out of my mouth.I star coughing and sputtering more blood as he opens his mouth and steps away. Falling to my knees I feel a feel woozy as the world starts to shake.
Goblin Chief/Champion: Has dealt 10 bludegoning damage and 3 peircing damage inflicting Toxic Bite
Toxic Bite mental effects have been resisted by Stuff Upper Lip.Toxic Bite major debuff to Stamina and Vitality. Poison damage will be dealt over time.
A second later my senses return to normal as I grip onto my bat. No I don''t I dropped it when he rammed me didn¡¯t I. I look at his grin as he lifts his blade to plunge it into my head. The blade will surly kill me I try and too move but my arms buckle under me. The sword plunges into my shoulder, I hear the goblins laughing these fuckers are playing with me. I try and stand but he just twists the blade deeper in. Black sports start appearing before my eyes as the debuff weakens me and another bloody debuff appears before my eyes. I dont want to die to a bunch of goblins.
Not Dead Yet has activated due to being in a hopeless situation.
Instantly everything becomes clearer and easier. The pain is still strong but its bearable with speed and strength that surprises me I grab the champions leg pulling it out nocking him down onto the floor. Battered I get up and feel the blade dislodging from the wound it clatters on the ground fuck that hurts. The champion once again rams into me pushing me few feet away. I punch the bastard in the face breaking his nose. A wide smile grows on my face until I notice there are still archer and they are readying their bows. My momentary distraction allows the champion to grab the sword and he manages to lift it ready to strike me. I grab the blade with both hands not by the handle but by the blade. I am fucking scream as I pull out the blade injuring my hands. The arrows start flying and one of them strikes my thigh. In the heat of the moment I jump into the closest pool of water shredding my hands in the process as I start swimming through the salty water burning my open wounds. Still holding on to the blade I swim for the tunnel. Well good news the goblins won¡¯t kill me but disease, blood loss, mutant piranhas and whatever monster lives in the sea will. Interlude: Brawn Over Brains Journal Strength Stat- The strength stat determines the body muscle mass and hardens the muscles allowing for the physical actions like lifting weights, wearing armour, jumping or crouching down. Without strength a living being is unable to function as strength correlates to muscle. Log 1: After reducing a healthy human adult to a strength stat of 1 the experiment was unable to move any part of its body without help. The subjects were unresponsive due to being unable to function physically. Log 2: Abducting human new-borns has shown me that 5 strength stats is most common with human children below the age of 3. Log 4: Determining the strength stat of a group of teenagers between 14 and 18 I can see that their strength averages between 15 and 20. Most however are on the lower end of the scale due to being affected by the New-born Lenience. Log 7: It took longer to determine the average strength of human male in their prime due to constant attacks on my tower. Humans affected by New-born Lenience at the age of 20 have a score of 30 to 40. Nobles that have been well min maxed have at the age of 20 widely different score with most specialised nobles having 60-80. House Gravestone specialised class Juggernaut requires a minimum 100 strength and willpower. This shows that some bloodlines have a higher limiter helping some stats grow faster and reach higher heights before the growth boost slows down. Log 21: A strength score of 60 are quite a bit stronger than an average person able to lift 45kg with ease. Str 80- are twice as strong as a normal human, 120- four times as strong, 160- the strength is equal to a full-grown bear, 180- is strength comparable to a troll, 250 is equal to the strength of a ogre being able to bend steel rods. It seems I was wrong about the assault on my tower has provided many good test subjects for my research. However, getting a bear, troll and ogre for subjects was tiring but at least my minions will have a change in diet human flesh is simply to impure to provide nourishment. Log 29: I have discovered that the subconscious determine where the muscles will grow as melee class will have stronger muscles in the upper body then their lower body. Classes that rely on agility will have more muscles in their legs to increase speed. Classes that rely on magic will have their strength dispersed thought the body this means their muscles develop at a slower pace, but the body has no physical weakness. Log 36: A giant attacked the tower almost destroying my third labratory good my minions where able to stop him realeasing a plauge at this time would be inneficient. I was able to salvage his body for experimentation. After raising him I could see that his strength was 350 without any classes boosting his stat. Even when he lost his class bonuses his strength allowed him to lift boulders and destroy my stone walls easily. Log 47: I have tested every possible use of strength and what is the natural limit even my golems can only have a maximum score of 300. I have gone to many libraries and fellow casters however I came back with nothing. The only other widely documented sapient creature with a limiter higher then 300 is a dragon. Last time I talked to a dragon I went bald and lost my eyebrows, this will mean I will have to experiment on my minions Horace seems to be the best candidate. Log 51: My experimentations have come to an end I have been unable to boost my experiments or minion¡¯s strength to hire then 400. I have checked through archives and found out that the strongest known being was a Giant Born who supposedly reached 578 his greatest feat of strength was throwing a boulder high enough to strike a flying castle over 500 meters high in the sky bringing it down. I can¡¯t confirm this, but it does appear to be true as his bloodline of Gravestone lives and prospers breeding many powerful warriors with very high strength stats. I will be moving onto vitality and relocating my tower these adventures are really becoming a pest.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Classes Juggernaut: An extremely powerful class that relies on strength. The class abilities are centred around dealing massive damage and using their high strength to an advantage. Juggernauts are known for taking on large groups of people. Their abilities are all about taking damage and then hitting back with their own strength and their enemies. They have a hard time fighting against classes that cast debuffs due to having no defence against them. Class is not widely popular mostly used by house Gravestone or gained by risk takers who are willing to die facing powerful monsters alone like Trolls, Dire wolves, Carcass Centaurs or Giants for example. Most risk takers are unable to gain the class due to the high risk of death discouraging others. Requirements: A minimum of 100 in strength and stamina. After meeting stat requirements, the person must survive a near death experience while fighting a much stronger foe. Pugilist: A class that focuses on hand to hand fighting dealing erratic damage but inflicting minor debuffs to slowly wear down the enemy. Their main debuffs are stunning, dizziness and exhaustion. The class has a very varied ability tree including high damage attacks, speed buffs and temporary health/ energy buffs. This class is normally taken by lower class on the continent unlike the Brawler class no substances like alcohol or drugs are needed to trigger it. This makes it widely popular for sportsmen and honest folk who love the thrill of the fight without the lust for murder. Requirements: Learn simple fighting techniques and then use them during a mock fight, killing automatically bans you from gaining the class and forces Berserker class on to you. Battle Master: The classes abilities are based on changing the terrain to suit them by creating defences or breaking enemy defences. The Battle Master class can either be a support class by providing terrain advantages and buffs to their allies by creating walls or traps for their enemies. If the class is used offensively, they can destroy inanimate objects like castle walls easily. Their abilities are not suited for melee or ranged combat being more of a support class. The class is popular among rebel leaders and undead extermination squads who have to face the undead hordes. Requirements: Lead a successful group of fighters against a larger and better equipped using the land and locals to your advantage. Shaman: A strange and not well documented class that emphasise of binding spirits for control or purification it is unclear. The class is mysterious and has been mostly forgotten on the continent not counting the northern region. It is extremely dangerous, and its abilities seem to be extremely powerful but risky with their abilities only affecting spirits this forces them to bind them to their service. Spirits are however very powerful and seem duty bound to listen to their commands with some leeway. Shamans can only bind so many spirits however in return they can summon them without casting a spell they also have a separate resource unlike Mana or Energy which is useless without classes like Witch or Druid. Requirements: Some sort of ritual given by a shaman elder that they need to pass involving a spirit. This trial must be done alone in an area that is haunted or filled with spiritual energy like an obelisk or henge. Thief: A common job class among criminals with its abilities tailored to thieving, sneaking and pickpocketing. Its varied abilities are orientated to helping it gain experience in useful skill like sleight of hand or lockpicking. The class can also rarely provide abilities like Slash or Smoke Bomb which do not normally appear in non-combat classes. Strangely the class also provides boosts to luck extremely rare for a job class no known reason why it is an exception to the rule. Due to this there are many conspiracies that the class can be merged with a combat this preposterous but there are rumours of organisations who have managed to do just that. Requirement: The trigger is varied some gaining the skill from stealing a single apple or something more valuable others from escaping the authority figures and some for overhearing valuable information. This class seems to not appear in those who wish to have but to those who are desperate. Chapter 10: Wet And Rusty But Still Glinting Kacper POV My blood seeps out into the water as I desperately half swim and half pull myself through the tunnel. My wounds ich as the salty water floods into my wounded body and I feel my lungs bursting due to the lack of air. A sudden iron grip catches my arm dragging me along into the open sea. The hands sharp nails cut into my arm and I could swear I heard giggling. As I finally was pulled out of the water, I kept a tight hold on my blade even thought I felt it cutting deeper into my shredded hand. I saw the light and I felt fear overwhelm me as I saw my supposed saviour. The siren watched my struggle as I desperately tried to get out of her vice like grip. I let go of the blade and then grabbed it properly by the handle. I swung the blade, but she simply twirled around and released me as I went spinning through the water. How fucking strong are sirens? I managed to balance myself as I tried to swim for the surface my lungs giving out. I didn¡¯t make it as the siren grabbed me by the back off my shirt pulling me along to the surface. My head broke through the surface I started to cough up a mix of sea water and blood. How the fuck am I alive? The next thing I know she is in front of me grabbing me by my shoulders with a malicious grin she opens her mouth and... kisses me. My head swirled and notifications started to pop up, but I was unable to read them. My muscles relax and I givv¡­
Stiff Upper Lip activates and resists Love Struck debuff.
Fuck, I try to wriggle out of her grip but soon her kiss overpowers my mental defences but as soon as that happens Stiff Upper Lip activates. My mind jumping from one extreme to another. My thoughts jumbled then mashed together and cut open repeating the cycle. I can feel the cold water enveloping my body as she starts pulling me under. My body and mind tricked by the siren. Unknown POV I start to wake up a I feel my body hitting rocks what is that goblin doing? I feel blood covering me, but it doesn¡¯t taste fearfully bitter like most of my enemies. Its salty with a dash of desperation and rage mixed in. Well it seems I have a new wielder I hope he is better than that goblin I had enough of being used as an executioner¡¯s weapon. Soon enough I feel a whoosh as my wielder is pulled out of the cave. ¡°FUCK! WATCH WHAT YOU ARE DOING YOU CHIPPED ME FUCKING INBRED SHITSTAIN.¡± I start breathing slowly but then I remmber I have no mouth, Admonishing myself I remember what my Lady told me, it is not chivalrous to swear I am supposed to serve in whatever task my wielder needs me even if I have to be shattered. I feel him let go off me. YOU BASTARD CURSE YOUR POX RIDDEN WENCH OF A MOther¡­ then he grabs me by the handle, oh I see he was holding me in an improper manner. I shall have to apologise to his mother I am mistaken she is most likely not a wench but a lovely and fair woman. Then I feel myself spinning wildly I scream at the world ¡°MONGREL BITCH¡± of course no soul hears this as I posses no mouth. I wish to scream and see my enemy, yet I have no eyes, ears or a mouth to use for these purposes. Unable to do anything I fell him being pulled to the surface, this does not look good I does not look for my wielder some sort of intelligent sea creature is playing with him. Dishonourable a true battle should be faced head on not with trickery I shall help him slay the beast.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Wait why is he twitching his hand loosens and then tightens Is he sending me a message? Yes, that must be but what is he telling me. I know I must stab the monster after all that is the only logical answer. I carefully time his tightening of the hand so that he wouldn¡¯t lose me after piercing this foul beast¡¯s body. When I feel my wielder being pushed back under the surface, I strike hitting the scaly creature. I sail through the water using his hand I cut into this monster¡¯s tail. My wielder tightens his grip and starts slashing at the beast I taste its blood¡­ wait¡­ this blood tastes strange¡­ its sweet but filled with hatred. Oh, forgive me Lady I did not know. It was the fault of this CRAVEN FOOL-BORN PIG i did not wish to harm a fair maiden. Forgive me I will not allow thisILLITERATE BARBERIAN TO HARM THIS MAIDEN. Kacper POV A battle in my head blocks everything out of my head a I feel pleasure mix with the pain. Suddenly a release from the pleasure the pain overwhelms me I scream and start swinging the blade I manage to strike the siren. Its dark red blood spills out mixing with the water. It screams in pain realising a shrill but eerily beautiful cry as it swims deeper into the sea, I try to strike it but my strike feels slower and weaker as she escapes. I miss and I see her blue tail as she gets further and further away from me. Thanking whatever god spared me I turn around to the cliff wall from which the tunnel can be found and start swimming. I grab onto the cliff rocks and use it to help me reach a pebble beach. Some time later I am laying down on the cold pebble clutching my wounds and firmly holding my blade. Crimson blood left behind creates a trail. There is no way a human can have so much blood I smile weakly as I imagine how bad the debuff is going to be. Another pop up and a notification telling me that Not Dead Yet has deactivated. The last bit of strength has left me, and the sudden shock of pain makes me scream as I feel my all of the damage down when a small pop up appears.
Player 387: Congratulation on reaching level 16. The Lady blesses you with the choice of a chosen ability or a boring stat boost. PS- Choose the ability it will be more useful and I am not saying this just because I was bribed.
I stare at the notification since when does the system communicate with anyone and who the fuck is the Lady? Should I trust this I mean the Lady wants to give me a useful ability but why? Fuck it I am going to die anyway. I speak with a trembling voice "I accept."
Pact Weapon- Make a pact with a weapon creating a focus for abilities, there are side effects if done with a sentient weapon.
"How the fuck is this going to help me!" I manage to croak out. I look to my sword might as well use it if I am going to die, I hold the blade and close my eyes as mana starts to flow through my nerves. Like lightning it passes through my arm into the blade similar to my Minor Mana Harden. Opening my eyes, I see lines of burning blue growing on my skin almost as if they were a spiderweb of blue lightning spreading across my arm trying to reach the blade. The mana changes becoming less erratic and more orderly reminding me of how circuits looked back on Earth. Then in my moment of fascination it all disappears leaving behind sobbing and wailing from the sword. I stare at it confused as it begs the Lady to forgive it for striking a maiden. I must be going insane and why is it asking for forgivness that bitch tried to kill me. The next thing I know I start retching and chocking on my vomit. My body moves without control until i loss contol over my limbs and black spots appear in my sight. Darkness envelopes my sight with only a bright blue pop up shining its light.
Player 387: Creating a pact with the legendary Blade of Lady Luck has garnerd the attention of the Reaper and The Lady. You have been marked as their champion but due to your lack of levels, your soul will have to be restructured. The Markings shall be imprinted on your body and soul. Your physsical vessel will be healed and returned to its undamaged state. PS- You have my condolences Champion of Death and Luck.
Chapter 11: Murder Is Always Easier With Friends Kacper POV Waking up on a beach made of stones isn¡¯t a fucking bed I should have at least crawled on to the bloody grass I wouldn¡¯t have so many bruises. Stupid gods and bloody fucking system. More worryingly am I going to have a stroke every week. There must be side affects to literally having my soul rearranged so that I can have an RPG game system in my head, being a copy of a real person is already bad enough. How have I not gone into a suicidal depression? Probably thanks to my Stiff Upper Lip perk it¡¯s keeping me sane or at least preventing me from feeling negative emotions, its probably not very healthy or safe. I try and get up tripping over my feet I fall headfirst into the ground a notification appears in front of my face informing me of two fucking damage. Bloody hell you don¡¯t have tell me every fucking detail just... like proper damage or something that could kill me.
Player 387: The Lady and The Skull Man have taken you as your champion please check your Titles. You do not have the required upgrade to recieve a Quest, please head to the nearest temple. P.S: No need to be rude.
I look up at the sky "Well I am sorry I just had a stroke, I think i am allowed to be a bit pissed." I look at the notification of course their is no answer. Well at least I have some sort of blessing from death himself and the lady luck, this should be useful. I smile and push myself of the floor. My muscles feel sore as I stand up on swaying legs a sigh escapes my mouth. I turn back to my weapon and slowly inch towards it like a child trying to put their hand into a fire. I would know because my other self-did that when he was three. My index finger touches the handle and ¡°ARTLESS SHAG-HAIRED RATFUCKER!¡± To this day I will deny that I screamed like a six-year-old girl and definitely did not trip over my own feet falling on my ass. Getting uuupp, I mean standing! Definitely did not fall over I warily stare at the sword which I think is giving me the stink eye it¡¯s kind of hard to know for sure because well it doesn¡¯t have eyes. I reach out my hand and grab the handle and I hear this ¡°MEWLING HEDGE-BORN INFECTION BORN OF A WHORE FLAP DRAGON BOIL BRAINED FIEND!¡± I start laughing at the endless barrage insults as they reverberate in my mind. Funny on Earth if someone dressed in soaking rags was found on the beach laughing at a piece of metal they would be sent to the loony bin. What the fuck is wrong with this world? My laughter grows as the sword insults become less creative and quieter after a while its just me laughing at the sky and the absurdity of the world, I was created in. An eternity later my laugh becomes a chuckle that then settles into a grimace. I look at the sword and ask sweetly with just a smidge of sarcasm ¡°Did I upset you mister sword?¡± I stare at the sword for a good minute waiting for an answer I decide to speak ¡°Was your tongue severed by your own sharp words or maybe the siren ripped it out?¡± That¡¯s when I hear the blade speak ¡°You are a fiend of the highest order you pull the wool over my non-existent eyes. My metal was used to injure a fair maiden, you are not worthy to use me in battle, yet you have ensnared me into a devious pact of your own making.¡± I look at the sword ¡°What the hell are you talking about? When did I hurt a woman, I haven¡¯t talked to one in weeks? I mean that¡¯s normal for my original because he barely left the house¡­ wait why am I defending myself? I can talk to women¡­ Yeah I definitely can.¡± As I am trying to defend my ability to speak with women the starts spouting insults at me about my mother and my cowardly ways. Jokes on you I don¡¯t have a mom¡­ wait is that a good thing. Before I can ponder this sad thought I decide to check what being a champion of a god means.
Champion''s Mark of The Lady:Every 10 levels your Luck stat will have a 50% chance of increasing by 1. As a champion of luck your personal luck will be pushed to the extreme, but it will always favour you over allies or enemies. Secondary ability is a full understanding of any game based on luck as soon as you start playing. Includes games like Rock-Paper-Scissors, Coin Flip or Blackjack.
Well that is nice the world will either fuck me or fuck over otheir people. Actually there is a positive to this I can live out my dreams of being an awsome pirate traveling the high seas relying on luck and wit just like fucking Jack Sparrow. A pirate casino ship, know that I think about it would be a fun playthrough. Lets see what else is in store for me.
Champion''s Mark of Grim: Every 10 levels your Willpower stat will have a 50% chance of increasing by 1. As a champion of death, you will have an aura of fear and hopelessnes, intimidating weak willed people. A secondary ability is sensing spirits of dead and having a connection with the afterlife.
So basically, I am a bloody emo well that¡¯s just fucking great. Alright I need to get some black clothing preferably with a hood and some edgy oversized weapon specifically a scythe. I mean how can I be an edgy emo snowflake without the basic starter set? Am I right system? Yeah of course you won¡¯t answer. I turn back and return to listening to the barrages of insults, sighing I try and be polite nodding along and apologising for whatever I did. I start walking trying to find the school, eh this is going to be a long day. Many Hours Later I slam through the forest stepping on branches and almost twisting my ankle too many times to count, let me tell you that shouting ¡°SHUT UP YOU RUSTY PIECE OF SHIT¡± in the forest is just asking for trouble. In my defence the sword is really annoying, and I have a surprisingly high Yelling skill Novice and my stealth skill is only Rookie rank. Yep it is definitely not my fault but there is a positive to this I unlocked Patience Initiate skill. Let¡¯s just get back to the story exposition is not my strong suit. My heart is beating loud enough for the whole island to hear, as I thrash loudly through the shrubbery and branches nicking at my skin. How are branches so sharp I can understand the thorns because I am running through shrubbery but come on! An arrow misses me striking the tree next to me well it was more like a pathetic bendy stick was thrown at the tree and bounced off. I mean these guys don¡¯t even use proper arrows just sharp sticks. Sprinting and hiding behind trees while a sword bleats out expletives isn¡¯t a enjoyable experience.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. I lift the fucking sword and use it to cut through the branches well at least it shuts up as I hit it against tree bark and thick branches. At least it shuts up after I bang it on some branches, well at least it is great for creating pathways not much of a conversionist. In my confidence I fail to notice a root sticking out with my last thought being, shit. My leg twists and I start falling down the hill smashing my head on a passing tree. I shout in irritation as I tumble down ¡°God Fucking Dammit!¡± After an excruciating and painful journey, I find myself at the bottom hill lying on the floor covered in dirt with twigs and leaves in my hair, blood spilling out of my broken nose. Tears start forming in my eyes as I try and get up failing miserably due to my twisted ankle. The sword is about five feet from me I crawl towards it, no matter how annoying it is it is still a weapon and could be useful. Grabbing my sword and using it like a cane I try to escape. I stop as I hear the guttural laugh of the goblins behind my back my desperate attempt at escape must amuse them. I turn around using one of the willow like trees as support with my blade outstretched ready to face the goblins. Even with the Stiff Upper Lip trait I had trouble stopping my hands from shaking.
Player 387: You have taken 10 Bludegoning damage by falling down the hill and gained the Sprained Ankle Debuff.
The goblins snicker and start firing arrows using the tree I push myself of it into the near by shrubbery. Crawling as quickly as I can arrows fly over me, I use my right leg to force myself into a sprint. I think you can guess what happened I was barely able to take a step due to my ankle, screaming I fell onto my knee. One stick arrow manages to strike into my shoulder. The notification pops up informing me that I am at half health. Well that¡¯s nice the system listened to me. With this little bit of satisfaction, I grab my sword and ask with a cheery voice with desperation easily heard in my trembling voice ¡°What¡¯s your name? My name is Kacper.¡± The battle quiets down I look at the goblins who stare at me quizzically makes sense they probably think I have a screw loose. Waving to them like a happy tourist which further confuses them a skill is unlocked Bluff Apprentice. Well know I am equally confused how did I bluff them before I can further ponder this revelation the sword speaks ¡°You CRETIN how dare you not know about the legendary Blade of the Lady!¡± Chill how can someone hold a grudge over the fact that I hurt defended myself from a siren that tried to drown me. Chivalrous prick but I will need his help to survive. ¡°Well you didn¡¯t actually tell me your name?¡± The blade stutters before admitting ¡°I do not possess a name you rat shagging pleb.¡± The cogs in my brain start working if I give him a good name, he might be willing to help me, ¡°How about I give you one and in turn you will help me?¡± ¡°Might as well pleb I do not whish to be taken by goblins they are even more despicable then you.¡± At least he is considering it. ¡°How about Crocea Mors?¡± "That name is already taken by another, I will not accept the name of another. As my wielder no matter how despicable you must give me unique name." "What about ...eh Excalibur?" The sword answers with barely constrained anger ¡°You whish to call me Excalibur how dare you name me after another do you whish to demean me? If you try a give me another stupid name I shall gut you PIG FACED BAG OF GUTS¡± A notification about a two new unlocked skills Eratis Folklore both at Proficient. Ignoring them I concentrate I really need any help I can get, I am lucky that goblins are stupid enough not to attack right know but I probably don¡¯t have a lot of time. As I try and reply I feel a club striking my head. I can''t keep myself from falling back onto the ground as the goblins surround me giggling. I try to swing my sword getting them to take a few steps back.
Player 387: Suffered Bludgeoning 5 damage from club wielding goblin.
So, let¡¯s see I have a pissed of sword with me and I am injured while surrounding by almost 20 goblins with combat classes. I should have been whatching them instead of talking to a peice of scrap metal. The goblins don¡¯t give me a chance to speak instead the club goblin steps on my ankle making me release a pitiful scream. I hear the sword speak to me ¡°Give me a proper name and I shall help you.¡± I shout at the piece of metal ¡°Fuck you fucking asshole, you want a name so badly then how about I call you Jagged Shit.¡± ¡°How dare you ignorant bastard!¡± I shout at the blade ¡°You have done nothing to help me and you deserve such a stupid name. I don¡¯t need your help.¡± I grit my teeth and cast Weak Mana Harden sending mana into my legs and my right arm. With my body strengthened and the pain lessened I stand up holding the blade in front of me. I turn to the goblin and with a wild swing I try and strike the fucker. My spell costed a lot more hardening my muscle in my limbs and dulling the pain in my ankle costed 9 mana that really expensive for a weak ability. The blade cuts into the shoulder before he can react, I push it in further as blood squirts out. Goblins have little vitality and shit stamina meaning they die easily. They fix this problem by using guerrilla tactics or swarming in large numbers. All of them are close by but I have no AOE ability, so I have to take care of them quickly before they swarm me but at the same time not let them get away, I have no real defence against range. Weak Mana Shield is useless it only reduces damage by two or three hits and that won¡¯t save me if they start firing arrows. A smile creeps on my face this is going to be fun. I rip Jagged out of the shoulder letting the goblin fall to the floor to bleed out. Too bad Weak Mana Harden doesn¡¯t boost speed, but it does boost strength that should be enough to take these fuckers down. A goblin jumps onto my back raising his axe above his head. With my boosted legs and a wince of pain I push myself onto a tree the sharp branch pierces his stomach killing him. Huh, that was lucky. Two others charge me one shoves his stone spear at me, I barely doge and use my momentum to smash into a few surprised goblins knocking them down. For a second I think I hear the words, "not bad" probably my imagination. I kick one of the near by goblins sending him flying. A sudden sharp feeling of pain burns through my leg. I swing at the offending goblin hitting him square in the face creating a deep gouge where his eye should be. Jagged suddenly moves on his own shooting out to my right blocking a strike from a surprisingly quiet goblin. The sword sends me quick message ¡°No matter how much I abhor you I am even more disgusted by these mongrels. I shall take the name Jagged and you will be my wielder. Let me help you exterminate these rat descendants.¡± I feel my heartbeat increase as adrenalin fills me and a bloody smile appears on my face I shout, ¡°Lets fuck them up Jagg!¡± He tries to tell me to call him by the proper name, but I ignore him as I finish of the goblin swinging the blade at the bastard managing to cut his arm off, with a sudden kick I send him flying as blood erupts from his arm. I turn to the goblins trying to escape as I deliver the executioners strike on to these cowards with a maniac smile on my face. Blood dripping from Jagg I turn to a few remaining goblins raising their bows. I rush them the first arrow missed as those the second, but the third arrow imbeds itself into my forearm. Stumbling in pain I reach the goblins and manage to strike one killing him instantly. With the others making a run for it screaming their lungs off. I try and follow but I stop as I hear a voice call out to me. I turn to look at him and answer ¡°Took you long enough¡­ who the hell are you?¡± Chapter 12: Into The Rabbit Hole Kacper POV You know dying isn¡¯t what it is made out to be. I didn¡¯t feel a sense of peace just desperation because come on! I survived a goblin chieftain, escaped a man-eating mermaid and with a twisted ankle killed a squad of armed goblins. I was just¡­ uh fuck. I got a quick look at him a pale face with raven like hair I think the worst thing was how his face was passive, like if killing people was normal for him. I mean I love killing goblins because most of them are assholes and they deserve it but what did I do wrong? The last thing I saw as he jumped onto me was a shadow and a glinting axe, but I have to give him credit for doing it Assassin Creed style, however my execution was a bit sloppy with his axe. Funny I haven¡¯t lived even one month, and I am already dead. What are the chances? Probably pretty high now that I think about it. I probably should be panicking more after all he is butchering my body. Wait how am I seeing this? Is this going to be a Deus Ex Machina, and will I be put on a path to being the hero? I fucking hope not I would rather spend eternity in a void then live like my pussy original. I look back down at the asshole chopping up my body. I scream as I see him ripping my tongue out. ¡°What the fuck is wrong with you? You fucking psycho!¡± I desperately try and grab at his throat trying to chock the life out of him however I can¡¯t as I try and move my non-existent limbs. After a while of useless screaming and trying to kill him I give up and just watch the horror show. You know watching a guy cut out your organs with a worker¡¯s tool is quite messy and it actually isn¡¯t that bad. Who am I kidding I would be releasing my lunch of kebab rats onto the floor. It stopped being so horrifying once I couldn¡¯t recognize my own face, I just hope he isn¡¯t a cannibal watching my body being eaten would drive me crazy. With that cheery thought I start looking around. The forest and the forest floor is exactly the same as before I died except there are more bodies and a lot more blood. I stare at the dead goblins what was the point of running from them I should have just charged them I most likely wouldn¡¯t have died from their ranged attacks. Pity I died because I couldn¡¯t keep a cool head. I stare at the corpses and notice a thin wisp leading up into the sky, looking up I see an open door and a hooded figure standing at a ninety-degree angle at me. With nothing better to do I float up after the tether and arrive in front of the physic defying figure. I look at him excepting him to say something, but I just look at him awkwardly for a good minute. He points his hand at the door. I turn to look at the door and it opens sucking me into a blueish purple void. I try and grab onto anything before I remember I have no arms I decide to just enjoy the ride after I try screaming and swearing, spoilers it also doesn¡¯t work. Wherever I am it¡¯s as if I overdosed on some really shady drugs, I found in a trash can in a sketchy neighbourhood which specifically said take only one every week. Trippy to say the least, the most prominent feature is a swirling, but somehow straight river made of purple strands. The blue void around the river is actually very well lit with floating shapes of light zipping past us. There are others in the river orbs of different colours some look like they are encased in ice others are on fire and some seem to be changing colours like a disco ball. After what seems like an eternity a gloved hand grabs me pulling me out of the string river, thank god listening to their wailing and screaming is annoying seriously get over it. I died and you only see me crying once a day¡­ actually I don¡¯t think time is linear hear I could have been crying for an eternity for all I know. Whatever the figure is holding me in his hand I try and peer under his cowl but see nothing an endless black void. Looking at me he nods as he starts walking somewhere, I try and voice my disapproval at being handled like some kind of object, but nothing escapes my non-existent mouth. That¡¯s depressing, I wonder if I can open my status, no well that¡¯s just great. I try and look around, but he somehow prevents me from around and the only thing I can see are his white gloved hands dark cloak and hood covering his body. He walks, walks, walks, walks, walks, walFUCK THIS SHIT ITS BEEN HOURS JUST GET THERE! Trying to tear out my non-existent hair I just try and look around using the edges of my vision as a lens. I am struck speechless as I see angels, dragons, terrifying creatures of flesh and clowns with thousands of shark like teeth. That¡¯s just nightmare fuel they are going to haunt my dreams. How was the clown the least terrifying the angel looked like a human was melted into wax statue and it looked like it was enjoying it, the dragon had eight legs and two wings straight our of an edgy rock album and the flesh creature was actually pretty tame a big ball of flesh with two tentacles. I decide to ignore whatever I see I would rather keep what little bit of sanity I still have. I started counting to pass the time losing track about seven times before I reach 17000, I feel myself being dropped into a hole where I feel myself falling up? As I shoot up, I see the figure walking away and uncountable horrors, wait a minute why is my grandma there? With no answer to that question I am blasted into the air smashing into something before I fall down onto a grey metallic surface. Thankfully I don¡¯t feel any pain as I get up, wait, what? I look down to see ghostly arms tinted with red, stretching my arm it feels like it doesn¡¯t have any weight. I check out the rest of my body and it is grey covered with a red tint. I seem to be wearing a hoodie with sweatpants and some sneakers with symbols covering them. Some of them I can understand a jagged blade on my right arm, a kiss on my hoodie with two symbols a dice and scythe on my pants. Whatever this shit is starting to get old looking around I say out loud ¡°At least its comfy.¡± A hand grabs my shoulder and I let out a definitely not girly scream. I turn around and back away as fast as I can and trip over the edge of the disk. Freakishly long hand grabs me by my hoodie pulling me back onto the disk. I take a good look at the figure he towers over me but gives of an impression of a gentle giant. I stare down at his hand skeletal let me guess he is that skeleton I met at the start. Seeing his face, I am given an impression of anticipation and a bit of fear? Never was good at judging people. Insight skill rank Beginner,really know! Why are you telling me this know? Stupid system. Waving it away I look at him and ask, ¡°If you are here then must want something?¡± He replies with a voice of an overturned grave ¡°Yes, you are correct I have come to explain a few things, Rameg is just too lazy to do it himself.¡± Pausing for dramatic effect his voice is like the shutting of an ancient tomb ¡°The game is not over you can return to Erat and try again.¡±If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. He doesn¡¯t let me speak and takes out a coin and flips it saying, ¡°The price is one Doorway Coin.¡± I look at him and then ask a question ¡°I can¡¯t use the system because I¡¯m dead so how am I supposed to take it out?¡± Without losing a beat he answers ¡°That¡¯s very simple just ask nicely and the system will let you come back. The system will respawn you in your last safe location and don¡¯t worry about your experience you won¡¯t lose it any questions? I nod replying with a million questions ¡°Why am I your champion? Why does your name keep on changing? Where am I? Why was my grandma here? Why is the system lacking features? How do I get more coins?¡± If the skeleton could I think he would be blinking in surprise he stands there and shakes his head before replying with the chattering of bones ¡°All our previous champions had made something of themselves on Earth, yet they failed here. We wish to see if a failure like you can make a difference. Second my name changes because I have a million names that are constantly changing due to how people see me. Thirdly you are in your mindscape where you can buy upgrades for the system and it will grow with you as you become stronger. Sorry, about your soul that is my fault and also the reason why your mindscape is so small, it¡¯s been reset to accommodate your volatile soul¡± He releases a small chuckle before answering the rest of my questions ¡°Your grandma must have been a powerful magical being to be here, but honestly I have no idea. The system needs to be upgraded using the coins. The coins are given out by the system for doing deeds that have an effect on the world like saving a village or inventing a new class.¡± I start jumping up in front of him and waving my hands to get his attention. You know I don¡¯t like being small am I really that insecure about myself? Whatever, I shout ¡°HOW DO I GET A UPGRADE!¡± Completely ignoring the revelation that my grandma is some kind of all-powerful entity. Waiting for me to calm down he takes out a box with a holographic projection of a loot box. You have to be fucking with me. It reads place a coin for a random upgrade. Looking up at his bony face I ask, ¡°Who came up with this?¡± He answers shrugging ¡°I think it was the Lady. Why?¡± ¡°Tell her she can go suck her own dick.¡± My original had a very strong hate for loot boxes, and I fully agree with him. We just stand for a minute before he breaks out into a laughter that sounded like a bloated corpse exploding. Giving me a sympathetic smile, he says, ¡°She heard that you know.¡± ¡°Good, know let me spin this thing.¡± Grabbing it I ask the system to activate the stupid thing. A wheel appears in front of me and starts spinning landing on Game Features, the wheel changes with knew words on it but it starts spinning before I can read them. Crossing my fingers, I pray let it be something good please. My hopes are dashed as it passes over kingdom builder and then onto Tutorial AI. Son of a- Hello my designated number 37,826 and I am your tutorial AI. I will calibrate myself to your actions and personality. I feel my mind shatter as I get another stupid voice in my head to question my decisions. Hey, I can here you! Shut it! I could have gotten a Kingdom Builder feature or a Scanner system, but you just had to be chosen. Why do you have such a girly voice and what¡¯s the point of you being a girl. I chose the fairer sex due to you''re lack of experiance so that you could practice instead putting you foot into your mouth when you talk to a girl for the first time. I am sorry are you defective, you¡¯re just a voice in my head how could I practice and what sort of logic is that. What do you mean of course I can talk to girls. I am about to rant even more about her stupidity, but I am struck dumb as a girl appears before me wearing blue jeans and a baggy white t-shirt with the words "Fuck you." written on it. Her brown hair is stylised as a spiky pixie hairstyle, she stands there with extremely pale skin and green eyes. I look at her and say ¡°Did you choose this? Is it possible to change your bitch face into something more pleasant?¡± I wait for her to answer ignoring mister skeleton on my right with a shit eating grin on my face. If she was real, I bet she would have kicked me in the balls, I can see her anger boiling just below the surface. Showing me the middle finger to me she answers with malice No I picked this myself and don¡¯t you dare talk to me about how I look when you''re wearing sweatpants. I chuckle and say,¡°Maybe you won¡¯t be so boring.¡± Still grinning I say, ¡°How about I call you Pix? I think it suits you with your hair style¡± That¡¯s shit and you know it, jackass. ¡°That¡¯s a bit crude Pix. How about you pick your own name?¡± This shuts her up before she just shrugs and disappears from my sight. Not willing to pick her own name, well I guess we have to stay with my suggestion. I turn back to the god of death and say ¡°It was nice meeting you, but I think it is my time to go. After all I have to get revenge on an asshole. Hey Pix, get me back to Erat.¡± I deduced that as part of the system and can work as a intermidary for me. That¡¯s the name you are going to give me? Yep after all you clearly showed me you didn¡¯t care. Dick, I am transferring the coin to the system there should be a portal opening behind you. The skeleton speaks like an avalanche of bones ¡°I won¡¯t be here again so ask Pix. She should be able to answer the basic questions and one more thing you can know access the mindscape whenever you want.¡± I turn to him, but he is gone before I can reply. Fuck that skeleton too. I guess as an AI you must have copied my behaviour and thats why you are so aggresive. I wonder why she didnt copy my originals personality. Its more likely you will listen to me if I copied you instead of the original. You know because your original was a coward but at least he wasn''t a narcissist. Ignoring Pix I give one last sweep of my mind everything is the same my metallic disk about 10 meters wide floats in a void of constantly changing colours. The loot box has somehow grown into a slot machine while I wasn¡¯t looking. I chuckle as I say, ¡°Wow my mind is really empty.¡± Yes, there is a lot of space I could fit an entire planet here with ease. Oh, go to hell. Already their dick. I turn around to see a shiny staircase leading to a small platform where a whirlpool of blue floats up in the air. I sigh and walk up to the portal and with a small smile jump in. I regret it immediately as I am sucked in my head swimming and me twirling through the mind of a sick god. At least me and Pix agree on one thing. Fuck portals! Fuck portals! Chapter 13: Blessed... Yes Lets Call It That Kacper POV You know I think I might have a bad habit of being knocked unconscious and being sent to some random location. Respawning is painful, I am literally turned into glowing embers that then form my body starting with my skeleton, blood vessels, flesh and nerves. Yeah did I say its painful as fuck, its like someone gave me flesh ants that are building my body using shattered glass for my bones and black liquorish to keep it together. It¡¯s not pleasant and it is disgusting watching my eyelid grow over my eye. The worst part is listening to Pix just laughing and making jokes as I am rebuilt from scratch. When my lungs and mouth are formed, I start screaming at the pain. Don¡¯t be such a drama queen. I mean you only lost your entire body and had to be regenerated from nothing. I manage to sputter out in between the wails ¡°Shhhut tthhe hellll uup!¡± The worst part was when my nails grew back, they ripped through my newly created flesh, it was agony. I am scarred for life metaphorically and literaly. As the pain weakens, I slowly calm down and feel the pebble covered floor of the beach. I slowly lift myself still feeling phantom pain, I look at my bloody fingers I turn and face Pix who is stepping on a sword. It isn¡¯t hard to guess its Jagg, but it is no longer rusty and much of the damage has been reversed but not completely. Pix whistles as she looks over my body. I bet earth girls like you, a skinny and lanky ass blondie with dark blue eyes that make you feel like you are nothing but a insect. Get over here we need Jagg to survive or maybe you would rather that I start making sarcastic comments on your dick size. Flipping her off, I grab Jagg and close my eyes, ready for the barrage of insults awaiting me. Yet they don¡¯t come, and I slowly open my eyes and stare at the sword. I decide to take the initiative and ask ¡°Jagg are you there?¡± He replies but his voice isn¡¯t nearly as old and annoying as before it seems to be younger and more energetic ¡°Let me ask you something?¡± With snark I answer, ¡°Sure and when did you get reforged?¡± Kacper when are you going to learn not to antagonise our weapon? Jagg answers with barely restrained fury ¡°Firstly Kacper are you a player? Secondly why are you naked? Thirdly what is that voice in your head?¡± Pix starts stomping around waving her hands above hear head. ¡°How am I less important then you being naked?! That brings a grin to my face as I answer ¡°Yes I am a player specifically 387. I am naked because I used a Coin to respawn and I can guess that as my pact weapon you were respawned with me. I think I would prefer my cloths over you but beggars can¡¯t be choosers. Thirdly the voice in my head is an artificial intelligence that is supposed to help me.¡± Jagg goes silent and doesn¡¯t reply, shrugging I turn to see Pix is still ranting about how she is more important then the fact that I am naked. I wash my hands in the cold sea water and shiver as the cold wind reaches me. I look at the image of my face and notice that blemishes and scars on my body have disappeared, but most surprisingly is how light my hair and how pale my skin is. My white skin lost its slight tan and now it reminds me of snow, I am now one step closer to being a goth. I just can¡¯t wait for the sunburn I will get for standing in the sun. My dark blonde hair has almost turned platinum, great I look like I was made from milk. However I have two cool tattoos for my trouble a rolling dice on my right shoulder and a swinging scythe under my right rib. I wonder why they aren¡¯t on my legs? Shrugging I stand up. I decide to head into the forest into the opposite location it was a bad idea to go there with that psychopath and goblin tribe. I consider my situation and try to question Jagg for more information about players, but he just ignores me, dick. If Jagg knows about players, then it means that me and my group weren¡¯t the first players on Erat. No shit sherlock, why the hell would you be the first pick. This isn¡¯t anime they wouldn¡¯t pick a bookworm who was too scared to scared to even ride a motorcycle or drive a car. They would have chosen a great leader like Lincoln or a great fighter like Muhammed Ali. I am not that guy anymore bitch face, but you do bring up a good point. I can hear you fucker. Good, shut up I need to think. If this is not the first wave and I know that Jagg is at least a few hundred years old. Then players can¡¯t be a recent phenomenon but if he didn¡¯t know we could have an AI then he must have met players from past games? Right, you can clearly see that he is either shocked and unwilling to cooperate with us meaning that players have had a major impact on the world most likely a bad one. They would have sent professionals for the first game, but they must have failed if they are sending outcasts and lunatics like you and the axe guy. So, we can deduce that players are rare, but people know of us, meaning that they failed but still had an impact on people. We also know that the system that allows for upgrades must have been recent or have happened after Jagg ended up here. This must mean the gods are becoming desperate or they just don¡¯t care. Fuck! There are still giant holes and leaps in our logic. Let¡¯s forget about it I stick out like a sore cock out here in the forest, I need to be careful.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. What sort of saying is that? Wait it''s from Lucifer isn''t it. How about I start singing Let It Go or maybe quote Doctor? For the first time since I got here I feel sorrow as I remember my sister loving Frozen. Wait¡­ why am I sad she isn¡¯t even my real sister. Ignoring the fact that I will never had a real sister or brother, I crouch down and try to keep quite ignoring the sharp thorns and sticks that nick at my legs. Let¡¯s steer away from that topic, I mean I am your repressed sadist side but that¡¯s going to far even for me. Oh, I remember you reached level 21 after killing those goblins, I¡¯ll bring the notification and menu up and actually put your extra stat instead of just letting it sit there.
Player 387: Congratulaion on reaching lv 21 please choose an ability or stat increase.
I quickly click on ability I need a proper power mana harden and shield are just not good enough. I need a mana bolt or something like that.
Player 387: You have gainedWeak Mana Sense.
Activating it a blue wave blasts out from me revealing blue veins in the trees and plants around me, however I cant see anything past a 3 metre radius, only the dam glowing blue mana. Thankfully it passes after three seconds and I am able to see Pixy standing in front of me waving a hand in my face. Hey, sleeping prince, no sleeping on the job... Wake up asshole! I give her an annoyed look "Mana Sense is shit it has a small range and can show me things that have mana in them. One more thing stop waving your hand or I wil disable your hologram function." Wait you can do that? ... ... Let me check... While she is searching for that function I open my stat page placing my two points into vitality, I need the health. After I finish placing my stats I click on the new title I gained.
Player 387: You have gained the title Death''s Favourite- Player suffers from no system drawbacks when being resurrected, however they may be physical problems. P.S: Loss of melamine, hair, nails, teeth or eye colour. P.S.S: The imperfections aren''t carried over when you resurrect again.
Pix is pretending to lean on my shoulder as she reads the description with me, after we are finished, she pretends to pat me. You can turn of my hologram but then you wouldn''t be able to stare at my ass. "Thats your argument for me not to turn of your hologram?" I dont have anything else to sway you with, after all its either my fake womanly charms or my wonderful personality. So are we going to argue about something you don''t have the guts to do or are we going to find the school? I sigh, I prefer having annoying company over silence but she is realy pushing the limits. I start walking at least I know why I am so white, I wonder if over time my original skin colour and hair colour will return. By the gods I hope so I don¡¯t want to look at your freaky albino corpse face. Go eat shit. Hiddey POV A dark stinking cave filled with the noise of splashing fish, I get to work with the fishers. At least I wasn¡¯t thrown into the sea I heard Squidies are agitated. I guess it could be worse I might be able to steal a fish and eat it without anyone noticing. I look at the gate where a bunch of guard¡¯s lazes around chomping on venison and making jokes. This is what I get for doing my duty and surviving so the tribe could know about the Tallthings, they should be out hunting and killing for xp not sitting here. I also have access to combat class I mean all combat goblins have four but come on. I should have been elevated for my sacrifice and given the title Greatest Scout but no I am being punished for not dying. I bet Chief is scared and he is trying to ignore the fact a Tallthing is here. However, my inner monologue is cut short as I hear a scream that then is followed by another. Turning he sees a familiar figure the first Tallthing but it is now holding a big stick and killing the fisher goblins. Quickly grabbing his bow and arrows he starts running. Jumping over rocks he heads for the tunnels with others following close behind. Under his breath he is swearing as he tries to find Chief, he and Figgiht are the only ones with a lick of chance to kill them. Crawling desperately for Mother knows how long I finally emerge into a cave. As I lay tired on the floor, I suddenly feel a foot on my chest and hear his loud and grating voice ¡°Why are you hear coward?¡± I manage to sputter out ¡°The Tallthing is rampaging through the fisher camp.¡± A small grin appears on my face as I say this and see him shiver. Taking his foot of me I try and get up, but he grabs me. Picking me up easily and looks straight into my eyes before dropping me and pointing to his war party. I dust myself and grab my bow, Chief may be completely selfish to the bone but his cunning and strength make him a great fighter. Taking my position with the other goblins I ready my bow and wait. When the Tallthing emerges from the very same tunnel I tense. It was only 2 minutes away from me, I release an arrow it misses. Shit! I can see that the other goblins are snickering at me. Yeah it won¡¯t be so fun when he caves our heads in. I overestimated the Tallthing I mean it took Chief less than a minute to knock it down and start torturing it. Why was I scared of it I mean it stood no chan- That¡¯s when everything changed when the Tallthing grabbed Chief and gave him a taste of his own medicine. The Tallthing was able to steal his blade and escape into the hole. I honestly thought I was going to die but it instead just escaped. Huh well how am I going to escape Chief? He will be pissed, time to get ready to grovel and plead for mercy. Chief looked livid as he stomped towards me, yep grovelling and crying is the best option. Chief pushed me sending me flying into the cave wall. As I started to fall down, he grabbed me by my collar and our routine began. ¡°Please master¡­ spare me I was too pathetic to kill it¡± I think you get the idea I am just going to skip me pretending to cry and tremble before him. Yes, I have a Deceit skill Expert I am the best liar in the entire tribe and an Actor skill Trained. Chief looks at me and speaks ¡°Get Bokeader we have a Tallthing to hunt and tell him to get the entire horde. We will have to visit the Mad One. Don¡¯t be slow my old friend, you are wearing away at my patience brother.¡± Shit, Chief may actually kill me I should have left him in the Pitt. As he lets go of me, I fall to the ground scraping to get up I rush to get Bokeader. Great a horde means all goblins who aren¡¯t important to the clan will be sent out to die trying to kill the Tallthings. The Mad One is even worse, this is troubling I might have to call in a few favours. Interlude: I Am Dead---- Shit Dont Sue Me! Journal Vitality- A simple and easily the most quantifiable stat. Vitality represents health resource, however the resource can be increased through titles, blessings, buffs/debuffs or enduring pain. These outside forces quickly change the stable growth of the resource. Vitality represents the bodies ability to heal from damage but do not heal disease, poison or lost limbs. Log 1: Through my failed tests strength I can determine that a new-born possess only 2 health resources. All new-borns possess 1 vitality stat even with only basic knowledge about the stat I can see that it is rounding up. Further testing will be needed to have a more specific number and another explanation why New-born Lenience is crucial to survival. Log 23: I have determined that all living and non-living creature¡¯s vitality increase the health, multiplying it by 1.5. This can change based on above conditions, I need better subjects¡¯ humans are good average base, but they lack health for further experimentation. Reminder humans make kobolds teeth fall out diversify food source. Log 24: Further experimentation has help me categorized that a young child has a vitality of 5 to 7, human teenagers possess a score of 15 to 21 and an average human specimen has 23 to 32. This is without any class boosts to their stats. This score is only useful in determining job users as most job classes do not have a vitality, willpower or sanity increase. Combat user¡¯s vitality varies widely based on their class the simple rule is the further they are away from the frontlines the lower their vitality. Log 28: When my tower appeared in the central Carolien jungle I was disappointed until I managed to capture some mutants and beast folk. Their vitality is of the charts and have made excellent test subjects, sadly the tower will have to jump soon the strange lizard folk are encroaching on the tower with surprisingly well-made equipment most likely dwarven. Log 29: My knew subjects have shown me some very interesting things one of my subjects almost managed to escape using their bat like wings. One of my minions managed to hit them with a dart knocking them out. What a little champ I must make sure he gets a treat. Anyway, the subject managed to survive with only moderate damage a 10 storey fall it seems a vitality score of 213 with no extra titles or buffs. At least I know how to test my subjects know instead of the agonizing slow mass torture. Log 30: The kobold in my previous log has proven to be smarter than average so I am going to Name him Little Champ or Champ for short, he will be my assitant and will wear a cute scientist outfit with goggles. Anyway I have started to use the strange lizard folk who call themselves Sauran for experimentation. One of the biggest Saurans had a score of 398 due to his unique combat class combo Regenerator, Juggernaut and Knight very deadly he was equal to Horace and almost killed him. It was a good idea to nullify his monster classes or he might have led the uprising successfully. His high vitality allowed him to survive a cannonball straight to his face mutilating it beyond recognition, part of his brain was lost with his intelligence fell by 30 points. This was very useful know he is susceptible to a slave collar I think I will call him Ugly because of his weird skull shape. Log 32: Using my subjects I can see that these Sauron warriors who have a vitality score of 300 or higher were able to survive a machine gun from only five feet away. The longest recorded time it took to kill one of them was 32 seconds at point blank range, impressive. I also found something very interesting a vitality score of 300 is the point where people are able reattach body parts only if 2 to 3 minutes havent passed. Log 33: It seems that regeneration of lost body parts is impossible it is a unique trait of trolls, I will have to go capture trolls for experimentation know. Intrestingly vitality does not correlate to health regeneration, all creatures gain 1 health for every hour of rest. This can be increased with buffs or decreased with injury debuffs. Injury debuffs slow regeneration but have a timer which can be cancelled with magic otherwise the person has to wait it out. Log 35: Further testing has showed that subjects with 300 or higher can not regrow entire organs but they can grow parts of their organs very quickly. A kidney or liver will heal back to its prime state in 3 hours. Lungs require constant healing from spells if one of them is taken out but grow back in a week. Hearts and brains require nonstop healing to stop degradation but return to their prime state in 2 weeks. Log 39: I think my experimentations are coming to an end again due to dragons, it seems most creatures can only get to 450 before it is impossible to increase the stat. The only creatures who I know of having a higher score then a dragon is the Coakroachs in the wastelands of the New World and some monks in the far east. The bug folk are almost impossible to kill and even I am not willing to bring them here. The monks are just too entrenched in their fortress to swoop in and kidnap them and I would rather not go home mother would make me regret being born. A score of 450 allows creatures to survive explosions able to level a whole city.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Log 47: I went through the archives and found out who had the highest recorded vitality stat an Outworlder dressed in red and black carrying two katanas. He came to our world and killed some tyrant king and then disappeared his vitality stat supposedly reached 999. He was supposedly able to survive falling into acid lakes or being burnt with holy fire as hot as the suns. I wish I could have spoken to him supposedly his high stat actually allowed his body to regenerate from a single blood particle this breaks the systems rules. Maybe he had a ability similar to Trolls it is a possibility. Classes Knight: A very old class that was supposedly created by the legendary Panrigen King who founded the Knightly Order of Dragonslayers. The class is popular for chivalrous men or warrior in service of the ruler of the land. The main advantage and disadvantage of the class is its sworn oath like a Paladin but instead of a god it is to a ruler. The oath provides temporary increases to charisma, strength, dexterity, agility and stamina but if the oath is broken all the increases are lost. They can be regained by following their oath an oath only requirement is to serve a liege but more requirements that follow the ideals of chivalry can be added to increase the stat boost. Requirement: Swearing an oath to their liege promising eternal loyalty must be from the heart but their liege must also be recognized by many as a leader. A second requirement is a Squire job class. The secondary requirement can be by passed through a king declaring you a knight. Squire: A job class that many young children whish to be it is the way they could achieve the formidable class of the Knight. The class boosts the growth of skills like Heraldry, Animal Handling, Animal Training, Bodybuilding, Cleaning, Tactics, Swordsmanship and Rapier, Riding and Undertaking (Proper disposal of bodies). Squires are apprentices of Knights and have a strong compulsion to follow orders from their master, which only a very strong emotion or willpower stat can counter. The class will become inert and cancel all buffs if their knight is dead or they were released without achieving the Knight class. Requirement: Taken as an apprentice by a real Knight and must willingly accept their proposal. The Squire must also have three beginner skill levels in Heraldry, Animal Handling, Animal Training, Bodybuilding, Cleaning, Tactics, Swordsmanship and Rapier, Riding or Undertaking. Hydromancer: A mage class which control of water and mist, with its abilities related to these two elements. Hydromancers can control water able to siphon moisture from anything however unlike a Hemomancer can¡¯t control blood or the weather like the Storm Speaker class. Their abilities are all about using water to slowly kill enemies through drowning or to use water to disarm or push an enemy away. Their ability to manipulate water and mist is excellent for camouflage and travel. A weakness is that they require water to use their abilities and only high-level users can siphon water from air, plants, blood or other source. The class is common in the far east among the thousands of isles in the Raging Ocean and the wild lands of the north. Requirement: Hydromancers must use mana their mana to manipulate water or mist this can has to be done in the defence of something deeply important to the person. Hydromancy secondary requirement is having a arcane focus to cast magic. Berserker: It is a class seen in a vey negative light due its requirement shunned by good folks it is often used by raiders or gladiators. The class provides the Rage ability and as the user gains levels in it provides abilities that can be only activated after Rage. The abilities gained strengthen Rage and provide different ways to channel it into attack or defence. This class is suited for frontline fighting dealing damage or buffing themselves and debuffing everyone else, including allies. Requirements: The class is gained when someone kills an innocent creature while in a mindless rage unaffected by dugs or abilities.This must also be done without any weapon, throwing someone over a cliff or under a carriage counts but this class is not gained if an animal has the final blow. Brute: A job class that is common amongst hardy folk living in slums or the hinterlands. Brute provides a skill increase for Yelling, Mace and Club, Knife and Dagger, Bluffing and Athletics. The class is looked upon a mix of disgust and pity due to its requirements. The commoners without a combat class who fight need the class to survive and stand a chance, combat classers who possess it are seen as savages who it is better not to associate with. Requirement: The class is gained if the user gets into many fights and wins without the ability to gain a combat class. Another way of gaining the class is by taking advantage of weaker opponents and unfairly treating them, this is automatic if there is a open combat class. Chapter 14: Home Sweet Home Kacper POV Home sweet home, well not sweet more derelict cockroach infested ruins that I have to sleep in for survival. The school stands out in stark contrast to the forest a grey slab of concrete and metal dropped in the middle an ancient forest. I give it at most 20 years before it falls apart, I mean half of the school has already turned into rubble. There are too many safety hazards someone more importantly me, I could fall on those pylons or twist my ankle by taking one wrong step. Well I guess lady luck is smiling at us I mean what where the chances we would find the school before we were murdered by a wandering band of green midgets? On that note I stop my inner monologues. I need clothes otherwise I am going to freeze to the death, or I could be shanked either way it¡¯s a bitch and a half to die. I start walking slowly weaving through the rubble covered ground avoiding the holes and trying not to smash my toe. At the front door I am greeted with a log to my face. Then I am on the floor screaming and cursing my misfortune holding my broken nose, I hear someone rushing down the hallway and get to see Quikly standing above me. As Quikly stops in front of me I cover my privates and try to give him a death glare. It isn¡¯t easy to be intimidating when you are a naked albino laying down on the ground covered in blood. Quikly gives a quick glance at Pix but then turns to stare at me ¡°Kacper?¡± With bile in my voice I answer ¡°Do you know another human? Of course, it¡¯s me!¡± Shaking his head, he turns around and starts walking ¡°Get some furs and meet me on the roof. Mind the trap.¡± I shout after him ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to ask me how am I alive?¡± He doesn¡¯t bother to answer as he turns the corner. Pix just stares at me as I get up releasing my nose as blood drips down. I look at the log trap as I pick up Jagg, for the hell of it I use him to cut the rope holding the log, I grin. That¡¯s just petty and sad. Well in the immortal words of Tallahassee said ¡°Gotta enjoy the little things.¡± Stop quoting movies or I will¡­ What will you do? What the hell can you do? I can start singing Tilli Tilli Bom. Is that all you got? Fuck you asshole! Smirking at my minor victory and ignoring Quikly I head to the lost and found room. Opening the room, I look around and my mood drops, I was expecting something more then rags. I can¡¯t see Pix but I would bet my life she is barely holding in her laughter. Grabbing the nearest shirt that seems to be my size, slightly too small and lacking a few buttons. The trousers are stained but otherwise there aren¡¯t any problems. Another shitty thing is that there are no socks and the shoes are all three sizes too small, fuck my bigfoot feet. Disappointed I leave the cupboard on the way grabbing a black coat that looks the least damaged, it¡¯s a bit big but it has very large pockets so that¡¯s great. Pix just cackles as she sees me stepping out. What? What are you wearing? You look like a meth dealer who fell into a bag of cocaine? I pat myself down and give a quizzical look at her. ¡°What the fuck are you talking about?¡± Come on you have that crazy look from crying and having a bloody nose. Your clothes make you look like a poor drug dealer who is so high on his own supplies that he forgot to get a wash. I look at her and I am about to say something when Jagg speaks up ¡°He reminds me more of a dishevelled plebeian living in a ditch wasting what little he has on a quick fix.¡± See even Jagg agrees with me! I look at Pix and say, ¡°Turn off hologram mode.¡± Her body flickers out of existence and I smile but my smile turns into a frown as she starts shouting insults, I tune her out and look at Jagg ¡°I preferred when you were quiet, you judgmental piece of crap.¡± He doesn¡¯t respond and returns to his brooding quiet. Just fucking great. I sigh and touch my nose wincing at the pain. Thankfully it stopped bleeding, I seriously need to level up faster a simple log trap did serious damage to me. Pix can you give me more details on the class system for me?This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. Why the fuck would I want to have a body? I am perfectly happy inside here I mean its dark, cold and small. What more could I want? You didn¡¯t have to insult me. Plus, we both know you can toy with me better if I can see you. So, you think I am a cheap whore that likes to abuse others because I get turned on by it? Yes, I have never doubted that. Yep, your correct release me from the constraining insides of your flesh. Shaking my head, I smile even as I say, ¡°God fucking dammit.¡± Her body is rebuilt in front of me and as I notice she looks different. Fighting my creeping blush, I turn away and shout ¡°Put some clothes on!¡± Alright, no need to get your dick in a twist. I turn to look back at her ¡°That¡¯s not a- I hate you.¡± She is standing next to me dressed as a teacher with a crop and a whiteboard floating slightly behind her. She is wearing black heels and a stereotypical black suit for a teacher emphasising her large assets and body. She has a slight tan and her blonde hair reaches her shoulders, more importantly she towers above me giving me a smug smile. Annoying amazon I don¡¯t like being smaller than someone even though I am quite tall. Pix hits the board with a riding crop, what¡¯s the point of this? As we both know there exist a total amount of class slots any creature can posses which are split into four types Combat, Job, Monster and Bug. Only civilized beings can possess Combat classes from what little information we were given by the System and Quikly. All beings have access to a limited amount of Job class, from going through my functions I know humans can have at most 5 Jobs and 6 Combat on average with a rare mutation or bloodline providing a extra class. What I just showed you is the highest number of slots a human can possess without some boon from a very powerful being of course they can possess less, but they always have at least three, doesn¡¯t matter from what. Wait that doesn¡¯t seem fair I mean wouldn¡¯t combat class holder have a gigantic advantage over Job users? Yes, but job users don¡¯t have a level cap they need to break through to access other classes/jobs and only about 1 in 20 possess a combat class. Combat classes are randomly assigned but bloodlines of heroes and nobles seem to possess a higher chance of gaining a class. She smacks the board with the crop to emphasise this. Job users can never be as strong as a combat class however they increase your skill growth and gain abilities correlated with their job every ten levels. Another bonus is that every five levels they gain a free stat point, but it is restricted to the stats the correlates with the Job. So, I can only gain a combat or job when I reach lv 50? She nods and points to the board as it changes to show a troll, deer and a human. Monster classes are possessed by beings that are considered uncivilized meaning animals or feral humans and some goblins can have a Monster class. This class does not grant Abilities it gives access to Powers which do not need a resource meter like mana or energy and instead have a cooldown. The board changes showing a Troll losing his arm to a warrior, but it instantly gets back up and attaches itself to the stump. A deer appears with its mouth splitting into three parts as it swallows a rabbit, chewing and ripping the rabbit apart. Another image is of a human that is being attacked by a bunch of goblins his hands turns to claws and he starts breathing fire, he then attacks lacerating goblins and cooking them. If I had something like that, I would be able to kill even more goblins, I smile as I think about ripping the goblin chieftains head. Snapping her fingers in front of me she smiles seductively and starts speaking again. Glitch classes are class that break the system, but no one knows how you can gain them. They grant abilities that are OP and need serious nerfing. A good example would be Dr Manhattan or Saitama. Can¡¯t give me a hint about Glitch classes? Unless you want to be blown to little bits, not in the kinky way. Well that is a fucking disappointment anything else I should know? Classes can be gained through having stats, items, classes or doing something ¡°amazing¡±. You know very basic and not a very original system I think you get it. Let¡¯s get on to the fun classes like Stud, Bard, Model or maybe the Prostitute class. If we cut of your dick and add some fake boobs you could gain the rare class Lady of the Night. Come on you have 5 Jobs and 7 Combats you can spare one! Giving her a deadpan look, I say, ¡°We done?¡± She gives me an annoyed look before making the board disappear and floats up to me giving me a glare, I smirk at this and salt the wound. ¡°Also change back to your original form I don¡¯t like bimbos.¡± Her teacher clothes disappear, and her body returns to normal but her body looks slightly more feminine, with the same shirt but different words ¡°I could have been a sexy teacher, but my creator has shitty tastes.¡± I return to walking with her behind me, this is what I needed someone I can be dick to without suffering any reprisals. Opening the door, I step out onto the roof as I stretch and smile feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. I walk to the edge where Quikly is standing and staring at something in the distance. I stand behind him trying to notice whatever he is looking at but the only thing I see is the forest and buildings, I think its blurry? Ignoring that I tap his shoulder trying to get his attention, however he just ignores me. I look back at the village and say out loud ¡°How the hell did I not notice it?¡± Your Perception stat is so low you need someone to point it out for you to notice. Placing her hand on my shoulder and pointing with her finger. Look closer at the village there is smoke coming out of it. Jagg chimes in unexpectedly ¡°They are preparing for a hunt most likely to kill you for escaping their chieftain. As expected of mongrels they create violence wherever they go.¡± ¡°So, are you going to talk to me or are you going to just pop in every know and then to tell me how fucked I am?¡± Jagg stays quiet, well at least he told me something useful that¡¯s a good first step. I sigh and look at Pix who is floating above Quikly trying to get a better look. A small smile creeps on my face at least I know she can''t betray me after all she is me. I have to prepare whatever is happening could affect us. I turn and start walking down the stairs Pix follows after me with a concerned look. Chapter 15: The Final Showdown... Hiddey POV The clanging of pots and shouting of hoarse throats calls out to the horde. Goblins young and old carrying mismatched weaponry from rusty knives, pans, stone spears and clubs. The bonefire light the night in a unpleasant light as the horde chattered among themselves. I stood in the middle trying to hide in the older goblins. The younger horde gather looking at each other in suspicion the veterans mingle in between the young gangs to decrease the chance of being spotted. Soon a mighty crash is heard, and all heads turn towards it. Our mighty leader stands before us with Bokeader at his snide snivelling like a ¡­ snivelling coward. I watch closely as the Daughters of our mother gather behind them with their holy symbol of sharp dog teeth amulets. Chief looks at his horde clearly unimpressed as he grunts pushing Bokeader in front of him, who grabs one of his many potions and guzzles it down spilling it over himself. He coughs and throws the potion away before clearing his throat, ¡°Brothers! We are hunting! A new prey has appeared on the island a MAN!¡± The crowd stood watching him in silence unsure of what make of this, he looks at them and gives us and scoffs at us. A veteran from somewhere in the back shouts ¡°IT¡¯S CALLED A TALLTHING!! WHY SHOULD WE HUNT IT, IT WILL KILL US ALL!!¡± Ignoring this incredibly insightful comment and words of wisdom he starts speaking. ¡°Shut it or you¡¯ll join Pitt duty!!! Continuing this MAN not Tallthing has been spotted, so our great Chief has called a GREAT HUNT, we will capture it and rip of its weak pink flesh right of its bone. Its tasty flesh and marrow will sate our hunger, whoever kills it and brings it before Chief will join the ranks of his guards! They will have their own brood and all the food they want.¡± The crowd stand there nervously but slowly become bolder as they listen to his words, I try and push my way out of the crowd, and I see a few other veterans doing the same. As I reach the crowds edge, I see one of the veterans try and sneak of before a group of daughters emerge from the shadows and slit his throat unnoticed by anyone else. I quickly turn around with my heart beating, this is bad the only chance I had at surviving was to hide in my hovel when everyone was distracted. Many of the other veterans stop and turn around giving each other fearful looks. I nod at one of the closest ones, he looks at me and nods pointing to the others. I push through the cheering horde as they jump and scream at whatever Bokeader is shouting. He grabs my shoulder as three others reach us, he speaks in a high-pitched voice ¡°We need to stick together, a Tallthing is dangerous.¡± They all nod along quickly I speak loud enough for them to hear me ¡°Chief wants to kill the Mad One and the Tallthing because they attacked the fish farm and stole his sword.¡± The high pitched one turns a lighter shade of green as he speaks ¡°That explains the Daughters, we need to stick together and if we see the Tallthing we should work together to kill it. Are you all in?¡± I try and answer but suddenly a horn blow and the gates to the village are opened as oil is thrown onto the bonfire, I managed to nod and we grab onto each other as the horde rushes out with implements and weapons to hunt, I wont lie it will be a slaughter. The goblin people are almost gone because we are just too weak to survive, we might as well just lie down and let the world stomp us to death. Legends said that one goblin¡¯s made kingdoms before the Blue appeared, but we were not loved by it, so our people were just too weak to survive. We were driven from our lands and slaughtered by Pointy Ears, Tallthings, Goblinhaters and even our fellow monsters hunted us for EXP. Were the last true free tribe of goblins the rest have changed, for the worse. This world was never meant for us but damn the Mother I¡¯m not dying tonight. Look up at the three eyes of the Mother the great white eye and its smaller red copper eye and light blue stare at me. I¡¯ll survive and do what I want, nodding I hold onto the goblin as we are pushed out of the gates. I hear Bokeader shout ¡°TODAY WE FEAST ON MANFLESH!!!¡± ¡°It¡¯s a Tallthing get it right!¡± I shout back at him as the hunt begins. Unknown POV The sound of feet alerts the figure, as he stands next to the open door his axe raised waiting for any unfortunate person to come close. Slowly he peers around the corner to see a tall albino wearing a large black coat passing a sword between his hands and a floating girl following him. A confused frown appears but he shakes it off and grins. It took him hours to find him under the cover of the night, he slowly steps out and gets ready to attack. With a spring in his steps he reaches him and strikes deep into his neck releasing blood onto his calm stoic face. Well that¡¯s what was supposed to happen, but a sudden explosion rocks the school and orange light shines through the broken windows and hole filled walls. The albino falls to the ground as the wall to his right explodes and cheering is heard from the outside, followed by blood curdling screams. The figure trips over his own feet and falls onto the ground where the albino stood, the cold man loses his grip on his axe. The axe hits the floor sliding in front of the rubble covered albino who is just coming back to consciousness. Their eyes meet and they both stare at each other, they both look down at the axe and in that moment they both try to grab it. Kacper POVRoyal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. My eyes meet his as I look into his calm brown eyes, tilting my head I see the axe. With a burst of adrenaline, I jump for the axe grabbing the handle. Another hand grabs it seconds later and our eyes meet again a look of mild irritation crosses his face. A desperate one-sided struggle begins as I try and pull it out of his grasp. Yet its all for nothing as he rips it out of my hand and delivers a punch to my face sending me reeling and clutching at my bloody face. My finely tuned survival instincts save my life again as the cannibal lifts his axe to split my head, of course I had some help. ¡°Roll to the SIDE!¡± Ignoring the pain, I managed to move in a perfectly graceful way I escape his attack. Scrambling to my feet I give a quick scan of my surroundings. The left wall has a giant hole where the explosion happened, I¡¯m surprised the rubble didn¡¯t seriously injure me. I guess I can chalk that up to being a Champion of Luck, know that I think of it my luck is pretty bad so maybe it was coincidence? Wait shouldn¡¯t I be doing something? ¡°Dodge you fucking idiot!¡± I swivel my head to the asshole to see him try and hit me, I manage to just barely move out of the way. Giving him a grin, I lift my hands and get ready to defend myself. I only lost 6 health I can still win. I feel a mental facepalm as Pix materialises behind him pointing at Jagg in the rubble. That¡¯s when I notice I¡¯m not actually holding Jagg, I look at my hands as I see them clutching air. I really need to invest in Perception if I overlook something like this. Fear starts to settle in as I turn cold and a pit forms in my stomach, he¡¯s going to chase after me until I¡¯m dead for real. I need to end this and get of this island fast or I¡¯m dead. I gulp and speak ¡°Can we talk this out?¡± The figure steps forward and without even a shake of his head goes for another attack. Raising my arms to protect my head, in a moment of clarity I activate Weak Mana Shield fuelling it with all of my meagre mana. The axe collides with my blue shield that covers my forearms, blue sparks fly off and it shatters. However, before it shatters the axe bounces of it like a tennis bowl against a brick wall, I start flapping my arms around like a headless chicken. Even with my closed eyes I somehow manage to deflect his axe by sheer luck. I feel a mental kick as Pix screams for me to move, I feel my mind turn to mush she scream. In an attempt to stop the pain, I follow her judgment, barrelling straight into my fellow player. In a battle of strength there is no doubt I would lose, but if you add in blind rage caused by ear bleeding pain, shock and surprise from his side, loss of balance from the misplaced strike and sheer momentum from yours truly¡­ well things turn out differently. The man is sent reeling as he tries to keep his balance, failing spectacurely as he tripps over his own feet, I desperately push against him with my fear and pain induced strength. He trips smashing his head on the rubble strewn floor I hear a disgusting crack and squelch. Ignoring it, I rush for my weapon stepping on the sharp rocks I grit my teeth and grab Jagg. I hear a war cry as the asshole gets up and in a fit of anger, he tries to end the fight. I turn but this time I can¡¯t deflect the axe which manages to strike my right shoulder, embedding itself deep into the bone. My accidental swipe impales him on Jagg I hear a squelch, but I pay it no mind as I feel the burning sensation flare through my right arm. Pix and surprisingly Jagg both shout ¡°Push you have him on the ropes!¡± I look at him and see that my blade had cut into his stomach somewhere into the intestines, I look up at his face to see blood flowing from behind his ears and a sick twisted grin appears on his face, a shiver crawls up my spine numbing the pain in my arm. A unspoken message is said, only one off us is going to survive. With this challenge I push my blade into him, and I feel it slink deeper into his gut and he lets out a groan of pain. I clench my hands around the handle and grind my teeth waiting for him to rip the axe out. Yet he grabs me with his left handle and throws me to the side specifically the hole in the second story wall. I grunt as I land near the edge, I feel the axe dislodge as I force my arms to move in an attempt pick myself up. The axe falls hitting the floor and bouncing of the edge onto the rubble where it falls near a broken pillar with rusty pylons sticking out. I try and catch my breath as I turn around to the clattering of Jagg and the cries of Pix. The stranger covers the wound with his right arm as he picks up the bloody blade, he looks at me and with a dark look he rushes over with the raised blade over his head. I close my eyes waiting to feel the blade to tear my flesh, yet it never comes. I open my eyes to see a blue box mere inches in front of the blade preventing the sword from cutting me. I just start laughing at the utter stupidity of it, yet I stop when I feel a hand on my throat. Jagg is thrown away as soon as the stranger reads whatever was written. The choking begins, ¡°Do something¡­ anything¡­one more death and were done. We need this life to escape from this monster or were fucked!!!¡± I desperately try and stop him, but it is like trying to bend a iron bar. The pain grows and I can here Pix screaming at me to do something. I struggle like a cornered animal lashing out at him desperately scratching at his eyes. Every breath becomes harder and harder, I feel my mind slowly slipping away. A flash and a mental message sent by Pix spurs me on. I feel my muscles turn to iron and my mind resurrects itself as it jumps back into pilot the seat. With a feral grin my right-hand latches onto his left choking arm and my left hand grabs his right elbow. With all the strength I can muster in my legs I use our combined mass and his sudden shock at my new found strength to send us flying, over the edge. I feel the wind hitting me as I hold the asshole, I tighten my grip on him as we fall down the hole. Welp, I guess we will be joining him. I hear Pix cheering as we fall but it is cut short when we smash into the ground. I feel my bones breaking and my flesh being torn. My head smashes into his as gravity forces me to follow after him. Everything goes blank, only feeling the blood and pain inflicted onto my body. Darkness surrounds me as phantasmal fire burns at my body, I keep on falling until I see a small grey glint. As it comes closer, I see a small box and a figure on it. Did I fucking die again? I hit the cold steel disk, as I see Pix runs over to me, I close my eyes. Mumbling I close my eyes ¡°I think I¡¯ll just sleep for a bit.¡± Chapter 16: 鈥?etween Ant Hiddey POV The night hid as well as it could screaming horde was charging at the school with torches not caring if they were stepping each other. Oh, there goes Figgiht ¡°accidently¡± breaking someone¡¯s leg after knocking them down. Deciding to ignore this behaviour and focus on my own survival I tried to find the others. Slipping in an out of the crows I notice one of my partners being trampled. A frown appears on my face as I see someone trip over him. Gripping my knife, I turn back to the direction of the horde and start following. The idiots at the front are carrying torches illuminating the way to the ruins, using the sparse light source I edge myself to the side of the horde. An unpleasant surprise appears as I see the Daughters holding gnarly sticks surrounding the side. Batting at any goblin that comes near. With a frown I grab my knife and prepare to commit suicide. However, a loud roar surprises me. Turning to the location I can see it came somewhere from the front and then I hear the screams of zealots. Fear overwhelms me as I prepare to rush the Daughter, but as I look at the cowl covered figure my blood runs cold. The gnarly sticks start glowing with weird symbols as they start smoking, magic! Since when can they do MAGIC! I thought they were Assassins not mages. Quickly falling back into the hoard to put as many bodies as I can between me and the insane bitches. The shouts of both fear and pain make me tighten my knife. The torches suddenly explode with fire and the smoke produced by it start swirling around us. The Daughters start chanting as the fires on the torches start growing limbs. Well at least now I know why we have torches and I thought it was because they were idiots. Moving my head from the bright fire monsters it helps it to readjust to the darkness. The fire monsters jump of the sticks landing on the trees as they start swarming around forcing us all to charge at the ruins and whatever monsters are protecting it. I¡¯m eventually forced to be pushed onto the battlefield as the fire monsters surrounding us start licking at me and my brother¡¯s feet. Following my fellow brothers, I carry myself with as much grace as someone who just pissed himself. Desperately looking for my allies I turn to spot one shooting arrows at the¡­ You have to be kidding me! Grey skinned goblins with lifeless eyes, emerge from the earth stinking of shit and decay. Is this because I was thinking badly of Mother? Please Mother I didn¡¯t mean it! Pulling out my bow and nocking my arrows I climb onto the nearby overgrown rubble. The living goblin battle against the undead who charge at them with sharp bone fingers. The goblins are only slightly more organised then the dead using the scavenged blunt weapons they manage to nock them down and prevent any major loss of life. My hand is shaking as I hear a in goblin like screech. Followed by the shattering of glass as long spindly arms start emerging. ¡°Follow CHIEF!¡± Bokeader shouts as he cowers next to chief who swings his newly made axe at the dead. Cutting of its head as it falls to the ground. The nearest goblins hearing this rush to chief creating a mob with Chief at the head and Bokeader somewhere in the middle. Something similar happens closer to the ruins where Figgiht creates his own mob.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I hear a cackling as the daughters created a semi-circle around the ruins with us as a meat shield. The fire monsters stop patrolling the edges of the glade and turn to the centre. A word is shouted but I can¡¯t possibly hear it as the monster¡¯s cackle like a burning fire leaving behind burned grass as they charge through the living and dead. The smell of burning goblin fills my nostril as I cover my mouth to stop my vomit. I just barely manage to lift my head to see one of these monsters charging at me. Activating Stride, I get away but trip and fall down the small pile of rubble. Nursing my minor bruises, I pick myself up to see my broken bow and feel my slashes over my back. One of the dead deciding to ignore the disorganised goblins jumps onto me, ready to tear my jugular. It opens it jaws as it pushes its sharp claws into my back, using my fighting skills I punch him and feel my hand connect with his head. The creature stumbles back as I feel it rip part of my flesh off.
Hiddey: Health has fallen to 18/24
Grabbing my sharp knife, I turn around to see a familiar face Mall. It looks at me in the eyes and roars a hoarse laughter as it sputters our ¡°Renmb-e MAE?¡± ¡°Yes, its Mall isn¡¯t it?¡± I reply as I lift up my blade spinning my head around to see that the two mobs and fire monsters are managing to stop this riot of a battle. A sudden explosion rocks the ruins as I turn my head to see what it was. However before that happens Mall jumps onto me taking a knife into his stomach as he grabs my neck.
Hiddey: Health 15/24
The bastard screams ¡°ITTTTS MaaLILIK!¡± Pulling out my knife I try and jab at him so he would release me. The chocking causes me to drop my knife as I desperately try to push him off, but I fail. The bone like protrusions that are his fingers finally manage to pierce through my skin and into my throat as the bitter taste of blood reaches my mouth.
Hiddey: Health 7/24
Everything turns black as I hear flesh ripping and my limbs start to go numb.
Hiddey: Health 0/24
As I feel the life draining out of my body I start praying earnestly. ¡°Mother!¡± I shout in my mind as my body goes limp. ¡°Please let me live! I don¡¯t want to die!¡± The sounding of burning flesh and screams is my only answer.
You are dead. Apllication for afterlife...DENIED. Please enjoy total annihilation.
Chapter 17: The Aftermath And A New Servant Unknown POV Two figures stand over a map of the hole world before zooming in on a giant continent filled with rainforests, savannahs, deserts, mountains and lakes. Zooming further it skips over the inland sea of Dasc to the north-western coast past the northern mountain range to an archipelago of islands just of the coast. Landing on the biggest island it zooms in onto an abandoned school well not abandoned anymore. A strange variety of monster¡¯s tear through an army of goblins and the ones who are slaughtered rise up to attack their brethren. Two figures stand over the map a hooded skeleton face palming and a woman dressed in golden robes with a giant fedora that covers everything but a malicious smile. She giggles sadistically watching the genocide of the last true goblins. She always held a strong genocidal hatred of these poor gremlins. Walking over to her Skelly puts a hand on her shoulder and points out two dead bodies that are slowly being turned to ash with her holy blade following close behind after his new master. Shrugging she grabs his hand and pulls him out of the room, accidently popping his entire arm off, shaking his head he follows. Pix¡¯s POV After watching Kacper¡¯s unconscious body fall from the sky she walks up to him. Shaking his body and pulling his grey hoodie, which is tainted with a slightly deeper red colour, deciding to ignore it she slaps him a few times. After a while of beating him without any effects not even a bleeding nose or a bruise on his cheek she stops. Letting him go, he falls to the ground smacking his head on the metal creating a loud metallic ringing noise throughout the blue void. She sits down next to him and crosses her legs as she keeps on poking his face. As a figure starts materialising in front of her a familiar hooded skeleton but without his right arm, she opens a menu and quickly presses a button. The skeleton disappears like a mirage before it can speak a single word. She smiles and places a protective hand on the unconscious teenager¡¯s chest. Sometime later he starts to wake, and her smile grows wider as she turns her hand into a club and smashes it into his stomach. Kacper¡¯s POV A feeling of unbearable pain wakes me up as I jump to my feet covering my stomach. I scan the surroundings seeing the familiar blue void, metal disc beneath my feet and a sadistic girl sitting next to me. I turn to the still sitting and smiling A.I. ¡°What? Where you never woken up by a pretty girl hitting you with a deadly blunt weapon?¡± She slowly gets up stretching her limbs, probably trying to show of her giant assets¡­ she added them just to make me disgusted, didn¡¯t she? I mean she is basically my me/sister/daughter, whatever it¡¯s just incest without the blood part. Wait is it incest? You know what I do not want to go down that path, so I¡¯ll just have to purge these thoughts. Her boobs become smaller as I just wait for her with a diminishing smile, but she seems to cheer up as she looks at me rubbing my stomach. Cocking her head and giving a final stretch she asks, ¡°Right, do you want the good news or the bad news first?¡± Nodding I straighten up and say, ¡°Bad news first.¡± ¡°Your dead and the cannibal is after us. However, I found out why he came after us and why we still have a chance to survive this.¡± I lift my eyebrow and motion for her to continue. ¡°We got a coin for killing him, meaning every time a Player is killed the killer gets a coin.¡± Two coins appears in her hand as she starts fiddling with them in between her fingers.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it ¡°So, let me get this straight killing players equals system upgrades?¡± Without looking at me she focuses on the coins and replies ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s what I said. Weren¡¯t you listening?¡± ¡°Oh, shut it.¡± Shaking my head, I continue to speak, ¡°I wanted to ask what happens when an NPC kills a Player?¡± This stops her fiddling as she looks up at me and gives me a curious look before answering, ¡°Anyone who kills a Player gains a coin. I don¡¯t get what you are trying to get at?¡± Rubbing my eyes, I thought she was as smart as me, but I guess not. ¡°Let me ask what happens when an NPC uses a coin?¡± Realisation dawns on her face as I finish my sentence, ¡°They gain access to upgrades. Well, shit. That probably means Players must be hunted for coins or are used as a resource.¡± ¡°No shit Sherlock. I think you can figure out the positive side of this.¡± She nods and flicks one of the coins to the edge where it slowly burns up and creates a swirling portal. She points at the slot machine and I turn to it gritting my teeth before nodding. Grabbing the lever and placing the coin in she cranks it as she shouts, ¡°Come on sweetie! Mama needs a new pair of shoes!¡± Before turning around to face me before crossing her fingers. Sighing at her antics I tap my foot waiting for the results. The wheel lands on Appearance appear on the spinning wheel and before I can do anything sapphire tendrils erupt from it and head straight for me. I hear Pix scream something, but I can¡¯t make it out as the tentacles slither around my limbs and stuff themselves into my mouth. I feel like I am chocking but they slowly disappear into a bluish mist letting me go. Leaving me completely unharmed with Pix running over and asking, ¡°So is that what you are into? Tentacles¡­ that¡¯s unexpected and quite interesting. I¡¯ll put that in my journal.¡± Showing her the middle finger, I ask ¡°Why was¡­ did this¡­ fucking thing happen? Secondly if you are so interested in it why don¡¯t you go and shove it u- ¡°Covering my mouth she presses a blue box that suddenly appears before looking back at me. ¡°This is supposed to be kid friendly.¡± I am about to throttle her as I shout and slap her hand of my mouth ¡°I literally died three times, there is a cannibal on the island, tormented souls of the dead are serving a goblin shaman! I swear constantly and you have a never-ending supply of innuendos, since when are we kid friendly?¡± ¡°Not going to question why I called us kid friendly? Well that¡¯s good you¡¯re finally thinking like me.¡± She gives me for once an honest smile not a malicious or even sexual one but a kind one. That stuns me for a second before I just facepalm, ¡°Just tell me what the upgrade is?¡± ¡°Its quite simple you can know see your debuffs and buffs quantified in numbers. Another positive is that we can also see all your wounds both external and internal. I guess we already know that there are no problems with your mouth.¡± Pushing her off I sigh and say, ¡°This isn¡¯t going to help with the situation.¡± Snapping her fingers an exact replica of me appears before her highlighted around areas that were wounded before the battle. With three different debuffs floating around me. ¡°True, but know we know how to deal with your injuries and how long they will last. We don¡¯t have to guess the stat loss and it will appear on your stat sheet.¡± Scratching my hair, I look towards the portal, ¡°Are you done?¡± ¡°Yes, I¡¯m done you don¡¯t have to be an asshole the portal will respawn you back on the roof and you can clean up whatever is left from the battle.¡± Nodding I give a small smile that she returns. With a quick sprint I reach the portal, the nausea hits both me and Pix as my foot touches the glowing whirlpool. Covering my mouth to prevent vomit I fall deeper into the portal. Throatless POV
Booting Up... ... ... ... Loading Matrix.... ... Initialising Random Soul Picking... ... Diamaters Met... ... Welcome To Unlife ... Soul 1e-HgZ46.
"Uuuugh" the dead body that was once was Hiddey stands up surrounded by carnage.