《A "boring" Game.》 Prologue -"Big brother is late again... *sigh*, serve me another shoot man..."- Man1 -"Don''t blame him, out of the three of us he''s the one with more work."- Man2 -"Here you go."- Bartender Two mens, two brothers waiting for their elder brother. They were in a remote an almost unknow bar drinking shoots of licour. For the moment only those two and the bartender were in the bar. All of them, the missing brother included, were old friends and they have been meeting in the desolate bar for years. For what they exactly meet? The three brothers were fed of theirs works and come to their old friend bar to cry their complains and get drunk in the process. -"Hi brothers, have you been waiting for too long?"- Man3 -"Not much, besides our good old friend and his fantastic drinks have been acompaining us."- Man2 -"Take a shoot, this one goes free."- Bartender -"Thanks man."- Man3 With the last person missing in the bar the four of them started their usual rutine. The three brothers complained to their hearts contents of how much of a shit have become theirs works while their friend at the other side of the counter keep pouring licour in theirs glasses and listening to theirs complains, only talking to tell some funny anecdotes of the past or weird things that passed in his bar. The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.
A few hours later and not so few empty bottles one of the brothers, the youngest one, come up with a weird idea. One that he will regret once his wife found it. -"Hey brosss... what if *hic* what if we make a *hic* game to pass *hic* the time?"- Man1 -"*hic* Why *hic* not? It''sss sssooouund *hic* fun..."- Man2 -"What*hic*ever... I neeeeddd *hic* ssoonthhhiiiinnnggg *hic* to d-dooo *hic*..."- Man3 -"You threeee sureee? Laaaastt tiiimmeee youuur wiiifesss beeeat yoou quiite haaaard...."- Bartender The four mens were dead drunk by this moment and clearly the weren''t thinking straight. Still, the three brothers agreed to make a game to pass the time and their good friend kept the secret from their wifes. Oddly enough, when they wake up from their ethyl coma a day latter they still remembered their agreement and started to make a game that could get rid of their boredom and distract thenselves from their work. Chapter 1. ("Arghhh. What the hell I did last night?") I remember playing my favourite MMORPG game like every other day, but I don''t think I did something to deserve this horryble headache. After a while the fucking headache dissapear like I never have it in the fisrt time and it was just my imagination. Right at that moment I notice what was off all this time. Now I feel like an oblivius idiot staring at a truck before it hit him. I have been standing all this time in a strange room filled to the bring with people. I would like to blame the headache for my obliviusnes, but even like that I should have noticed that I was taken from my bed (probably kidnapped)and transported here like all the other people in my surroundings. Whoever I look have a face of disvelief and I think I''m making the same face. Well, now I don''t know what the heck to think. There have apeared a freaking circle of light like those used in fimls and games to represent summoning magic or something similar in the middle of the air and is starting to appear a ''crack'' th- *Crack* Okey... I''m seriusly freaking out right now. Or I''m dreaming, or drugged or having an hallucination or a person have appeared from the cracks in the circle and is floating in the air like it was the most normal thing in the world. I hope I''m hallucinatin. -"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this "plane". Some of you have noticed, other''s are still waking up and the rest of you are probably thinking this is some kind of dream, hallucination or a type of prety elaborate joke. Let me explain what is ocurring to you."- The man that appeared through the light formation started to talk like the complains and shouts throwed at him were nothing, and now that I look better, he isn''t floating in the air. There are two pairs of white feathered wings in his back. -"First, none of you have become crazy, not yet, and all of you have been chosen to "play" a special ''game'' designed by gods themselves. Second, for this ''game'' all of you will be given new power''s and body''s. If you choose so you can retain your appearance. Third, as per the will of the gods who created this ''game'' , I and my companions have been asigned as guides for all of you and we will give advises when we deen it apropiate, explain some of the rules of the ''game'' once it started and give rewards and gitfs to the people who deserve then. Fourth and last, but no less important for that..."- The angel like man just stopped talking, making a prety dramatic moment while looking at us with a face of pity before his smile distorsioned into the smile of a madmen. -"...none of you have a fuking say here, this ''game'' is to placate the boredom of the gods and whoever refuse to play will be given a fate far worse than death."- That last sentence was said in a serius tone despite the look of crazynes in the angel man and he seems to be enjoying our reactions. Some of the people in my surroundings have fallen to their knees and a few ones are sitting in a crossledged position, as if they expected all of this from the start and are now waiting to something. In some point of time I have fallen to my knees too but I didn''t notice it. -"By the way, all of you are dead, what you think is your body right now is just the proyection of the perception you have of yourselves, if you don''t trust what I''m saying visualize your ideal self and your "body" will change acording to that image."- I stared in disvelif at the angel like most of the people in my surroundins and some brave people, or the most stupid people here, whatever you prefer, started shouting to the angel demanding to be released and the like but after pissing off the angel they were throwed to a black thing in the air that appeared and disappeared in an instant with them. -"Now, whithout more delays and interruptions, chose your new avatar and powers. In 3 minutes".-
-"Huh?"- ("Was I doing something?) I was... oh,right. I was going to make my new character in that game that Michel, was it? recomended me. He said it was a new MMORPG prety hard and that there was almost no information of the game mechanics or the world, and it kind of picked my curiosity. The new games of that genre these days always claim to be the best thing ever made or that it will revolucionate the market for those games but end as some ramdom pay to wind shit or something boring to play as hell. But this ''game'' is different, the developpers haven''t give a shit about showing ingame videos or making eyecathching adds. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. So I think of given it a try. If it''s boring to play or is another pay to win camouflaged as a free to play game I can just delete it later. Now with character creation... What should I make this time? There are a bunch of the most clich¨¨ fantasy races to choose and each of then have some classes to choose too. Normally I go with bersek type characters but... I don''t know a shit of the mechanics of this game and probably I will quit playing if it don''t fit my tastes. Hmmm... lets make a joke character. I will be able to see how works this game and if I decide to quit I won''t be so atached to the character, and if I decide to keep playing I will be able to make a better character for my play stile. Lets see, lets see... after a minute browsing through the different races and their available classes I decided to make a Sun Elf rogue, it feels funny for me and they look almost like Noble Elfs from W*rcr*ft. Also, they have some handy racial habilities and I think I could troll some people with then. Okey, now that I have lock my race and class I should start personalizing my avatar. ("???") It seems that there is a limit of people that can choose some races for now, like elfs, undead or minotaurs. Probably, to limit the overpopulation of some races that should be less numerous for inmersion sake''s or because they are just that broken. Now for my avatar. I don''t want to see the ass of a dude dangling in my screen for a few hundred hours if I keep playing so lets make a female character. Elfs womans are beatiful by standar but they don''t have much curves. For starter I will change the avatar curves a little. I make the body of the elf.. in front of me? ("Hmmn? In front of me? Meh, whatever") a bit curvier, just rounding her ass and making her chest a few sizes and cups bigger. I''m not a fucking pervet and even if it''s a joke character I don''t feel like playing a character that looks like a cheap whore. For the height I just let it like it is now, a little above the 160cm, and for the face, I just make it look more prettier and femenine. For some reason I can only choose a miryad of green, blue and red colours for the eye so I choose a emerald green. To finish my new character the only thing left is the hair, I like womens with straigh black hair so I change the hair color and style to what I prefer but I make it longer, shoulder lenght hair is ok but this is a game and there won''t be any problem if it''s reach to the waist. I look at the character I have made. It''s a beautifull woman for normal standars and I feel proud of my creation, but for some reason I have this sense of disconfort tickling in the back of my head, telling me that I''m gonna regret it soon. But it''s just a ''game'' ... -"Shit"- -"The time have ended"- With those words I return to the room I previusly was... or not. They have meddle with our perception for sure. And I fucked my life. And very hard. I was tricked and I fucked it. I will say it a third time because is important: I have fucked my onw life. Fuck. -"Well, while you are still cursing yourselves for your earlier choice, Ladies and Gentlemen, former *pff* Ladies and Gentlemen, I will explain a bit about the world you are going to be sent and some of the basic rules of the ''game'' ."- That fucking angel have just laugh in our faces, and the second part of his sentence... I don''t have to look at my own body to know how I look now, I feel my groin empty and my shoulders are a bit stiff. Thank goddess I didn''t decide to make an undead or similar... or make the chest part bigger. Still, I should have stick to my normal bulky and barbarian like characters... If I haven''t been tricked I could be a badass macho men now... -"Now that it seems that you have ended your selfpiting and inner monologue, I will continue with the explanation. The world you are going to be sent is like one of a popular game of the last decades, those who payed atention to the races and classes might have noticed it alredy, but it''s not like they are the same. The gods who created this ''game'' just sugested the outline of the world to the developers, what''s like that game an what''s not is your work to guess. Without further ado, you will be sent to the zone asigned to your''s new races. Good Luck and Have Fun"- After saying that, the angel disappeared from our sight and the room we have been all this time started to vanish along with us. Chapter 2. 30/05/0001 g.s. A sunny day with only little clouds here and there, the birds are singing beatiful songs and the leaves of the trees are moving with the brise. I enjoed the sight after I remembered what passed a moment ago and finally wake up from my daze. I tried to stand up to take a better look at my surroundings but before I could a piercing pain attacked my head. It was an incredible level of pain. It was as if someone was triying to bore a hole in my head with an oxidated drill. And then the real pain started. Before it was incredibly painfull but now it''s even worse, like that someone has decided that making a hole in my head wasn''t enough and now was bumping water at high pressure through said hole. And it hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. IT HURT!!!! I want to stop it but I don''t know how. I just grited my teeth and try to endure the pain. I don''t know how much time I have been like this but in some point strange "images" started to form in my head. With the pain I couldn''t undertand the meaning of those "images" at first but after a while realization hit me. They weren''t ramdom "images", they were something like "memories". I dind''t recognize those "images". None of them could even happen in my life. In some point I started to weep. With each pasing moment more and more of those "images" invade me and it was harder to remember my onw life. How I lived..., my family..., my hobbies..., my friends... All of them were blurred memories now... The only memories that are still vivid enough for me to recall are the ones from that strange "room" and what I did there. After all the pain I have endured It will be for nothing. Even if I survive this pain I won''t be myself again. I started criying loudly and I could hear the people in my surroundings doing the same now that I wasn''t so concentrated enduring the pain. There was a cracked voice shouting some unintengible words. For some reasong I tried to look in the direction of that voice. With an unthinkable effort just to turn my neck I saw it. It was an elf man cladded in chainmail. He was graping the sword at his waist with his bare hand and there was blood droping from his wounded hand. He was still in the ground and holding his head with his free hand, but he looked way better than the rest of us. An idea appeared in my wrecked mind. I tried reaching my waist with my hand but it proved to be a hard task in my state. But I found what I was looking. There was a dagger atached to my belt. I didn''t hesistate and grabed the blade of the dagger with my bare hand, cutting myself in the process. The next instant the flood of "memories" trying to invade my mind dissapeared and the headache I was having lowered to a beareable level, it was still painfull as hell but not as painfull as before the "memories" started to appear. After a while the pain stoped just as abruptaly as it started. I was laying in the ground, breathing heavily and looking to the sky. I tried recalling the "memories" that invaded me just a few moments ago but they were gone as if they never existed in the first place. Or so I though. They were still there but only remained the knowledge in them and not the life of another person. I sighed in relife. I was still myself. At least my mind was. The body part was another story. I really fucked it and from the basic knowledge I have now of this world and my race I''m going to have more problems than just being a normal human woman. I though of standing but hesistated. In the end I just lifted myself from the ground and sit where I was. I looked at my surroundings to find a few dozens of people in a similar state to mine or worse. Some of them were still laying in the ground. After scaning the people in my surroundings I noticed that a good part of them were drenched in sweat. When I looked at myself I found that I was too drenched in sweat. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. After calming my mind a bit I looked again at the people in my surroundings. Some of them were now standing and looking at the rest of us with strange faces. Something was off with them. They weren''t as drenched in sweat as the rest of us and their eyes looked scary. There wasn''t any light in them. I stared at them without knowing what to do. One by one they started to aproach the nearest people to them. It was scary seing them walking so slowly and like puppets in unision. I didn''t see him but I hear someone aproaching me from behind. When I turn my head I saw a man in chainmail with the same scary look as the ones I was looking before. He was just a few steps from me and his face was starting to distort into a face full of rage. When he was just two steps from me I was frozen in place. I didn''t know how to react. And then he kicked me in the face. I was sent flying almost a meter and landed face first in the ground. But he didn''t stop there. When I was trying to get up he jumped in top of me knocking the air out of my lungs. I tried to fend him off but he was far stronger than me. I couldn''t think with clarity. I didn''t know what I could have done to that man or why he will atack me. For a moment I think about talking to him but before I could mutter a word he grabbed my neck with both hands. He was trying to choke me to death. I tried pushing his face away from me, nailing my nails in his eyes and kicking him in the back but to no avail. He didn''t even flinch at my atemps to free myself from him. My lungs were burning and trying to breathe was hard and painfull. I was gonna pass away in any second. My mind was blurred and thoughts like "why me?""did I something to deserve this?""I don''t want to die" were repeating endessly in my head. I couldn''t push him away. I couldn''t stop him from choking me. I couldn''t stop him from doing whatever he wanted with me. I was defenseless aganist him. I was going to die before this doomed "game" even started. I was going to die before knowing why I ended here. I was going to die without having accomplished something in my life. I was going to die just like that without being able to do something to save myself. I don''t want this. I don''t wanna die. I don''t want anything of this. I make a last desesperate attemp to free myself. I started to punch him in the face even if it was futile. I was hurting my hands in vain until I see the blood dripping from my palm. I have forgotten it with this sudden situation of life and death. The dagger at my waist that helped me freing myself from the flood of "memories". I didn''t see any more options in my dying state. I wasn''t thinking clearly and let the "knowledge" ingraived in my mind by force took control of my actions. By the moment I could think with clarity again everything has ended. There was a warn liquid all over my face, my chest and my left arm. My left hand holding the dagger was at the side of the neck of the man trying to choke me. The blade of the dagger was embedded in his neck and blood was sprouting profusely from the wound. It just took me a moment to realize what I have done and the origin of the warn liquid over my body. I screamed in pure terror from what I have done and pushed aside the now limb body of the man in top of me. I started to crawl away in the opposite direction of the mans body until I fall to the ground. I turn my head to see if he was chasing me afraid that he was still alive and wanting to end what he has started. The sight was horryble. The man was laying flat in the ground in a pool of his onw blood. There were streaks of blood leaking from his mouth, his face was distorted in an horryble way and there were a few wounds in his neck from stabbing him repeatedly that were still sprouting the last bits of blood left in his limb body. *Bleeeuuuurgh* I ended throwing after seing that scene. I killed a person so I could live... even if it was in self deffense. I crossed a line that shouldn''t be crossed. I just... killed somenone... I did it inconciusly but I still did it nonetheles. I curled in a ball were I was and cried. I don''t now how much time I were like that but after some time something started to tap my shoulder. I ignored it for a while but it only make it pester me more. When it was annoying enough I lift my head to see what was it. There stood a woman in robes looking at me with a face full of worry. She was saying something to me but I couldn''t understand her. My mind was in turmoil and I couldn''t differentiate one word from another. I think she was trying to reassure me but couldn''t care less in that moment. I just wanted to be left alone so I just keep ignoring her. Sorry woman who I don''t know but please left me alone. *CRACK* When I was going to reasume my self lamenting moment, there was a sound as if something was cracking. It was a sound familiar to me for some odd reasong. Curiosity took the better of me and I looked in the direction I think the sound come. The moment I see a winged man appearing from a crack in the middle of a circle of light I regreted doing it. -"Well well well, how have you been guys?" Chapter 3. 30/05/0001 g.s -"Well well well, how have you been guys?"- Just with his few words I was annoyed beyond belief. ("DO YOU NEED TO ASK FUCKING PSYCHO?"). He have observed us since we were transported here for sure. Argh. I want to punch him but I''m in no state to do that and I don''t think it will be a great idea either. All the people who protested back in the ''room'' were sent flying to a black something that made them dissapear. ("Hmm?") By some reason since the bastard appeared my mind calmed enough to understand what was happenig now. There were almost two dozens of people laying in pools of blood, probably theirs, dead and almost thirty wounded or with blood all over their body like me. I wanted to throw again after seing that but my stomach was alredy empty. -"Hmm, it seems that a third or so failed the first ''event''..."- -"THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING???"- The person that angrily shouted at the angel man was wearing the same kind of robes as the woman that tried to reasure me. She''s standing in front of me now, as if protecting me from the angel by the way. -"How rude!, didn''t your parents teach you manners? Well, fair enough, you are all still confused after this first ''event'' so I will only shut your mouth close for a while."- And just like he said a gag appeared in the mouth of the angry man. I will take note and don''t annoy the angel man, at least until I''m strong enough to beat him. Thought I don''t see that ocurring in the near future. -"Now, if you keep calm for a while I will explain what I''m supposed to say to you, ''players''. When I''m done you can ask whatever you want thought I can only answer your questiongs to some extent. Okey? Good. Now about the first ''event'' I was commenting before being interrupted. It was that nighmerish pain all of you suffered after waking up. It was a special type of curse. Before it settle down it''s fairly easy to dispell if you can endure the phamtom pain. Giving you the basic knowledge of this world and your new race looked boring to one of the gods who designed this ''game'' so he created it. If you want to hate someone for this hate him, I''m just the messenger. Well, the curse have give all of you the most basic knowledge to survive in this world but if you failed to dispell it before it settle donw then you would be like the people lying in the ground. About them attacking you, it''s one of the wickest part of the curse. While giving knowledge it also give ''memories'', thats why you were attacked. Those people just saw you as some kind of degraded elf''s that are considered monster that should be killed in sight. And let me say something to reasure you as some of you seems like you will collapse by the guilt. They aren''t actually dead. It will be a shame to lose a third of the ''players'' in the first hours of the ''game''."- ("What the hell is he saying??? They are dead. We killed them so we could survive... there''s no way they can be revived... right?") I don''t know what to think anymore, I will just go with the flow until he end talking. -"Hehehe, you should look your faces in a mirror. Jokes aside, my comrade said it in the ''plane'' you were before being sent here. There you were alredy dead and you were given more ''fitting'' bodies for the ''game'', taking a few people back to life when there''s enough energy is posible. It will have a side effect in their bodys but they will be back before dusk. And before you start freaking out, when they died the curse was dispelled. Also if you get killed by someone affected by the curse you will come back as a cursed one. Take into consideration that when there''s no one cursed in any race this fake "inmortality" will end. Also, don''t even think of maintaining a cursed one jailed so you won''t lose that fake "inmortality". The gods won''t meddle with the ''game'' anymore so they don''t fuck it with their whims, but if it become boring there are ''events'' set that they can trigger whenever they want and some of them could be considered in the level of apocalypse for you." -"Then you are saying that we should kill each other untill there''s only one race left so they don''t get bored?"- A woman cladded in chainmail was the one to talk. She talked with courtesy to the angel but I think she''s gonna explode any second as her left brown have been twiching all the time she talked. Also, for her way of moving and talking she''s probably like me and got tricked. For some reason seing someone in my same situation make me feel better. -"That''s a prety good question indeed. Let me say it clearly, that''s one of the paths you can take as wars are always entertaining in some way, if you ignore the dead of hundred of thousands of people that''s it. Making alliances with others races and fighting alongside them is good too, or making trading alliances so both races can prosper and advance. You can take whatever path you like, just take into account that their sense of ''entertaining'' differ from yours and others gods are likely to get interested in the ''game''. When that moment came they will start making bets about mundane events or give ''gitfs'' to the ''players'' they take a liking and it will be more difficult for them to became bored. Now I will explain one of the things that will help you asserting your new powers. Is a spell command called ''status'', to use it just think "Status" loudly in your head and a screen will appear in front of you. If you feel like it''s something from a game or light novel thats because it is. By default you are the only ones capable of seing your status but you can show it to the people you want. There''s something akin to a guide included in the spell that explain how to do it and some useful information about the status. I will be over here for a while if you want to try it in detail... or wash yourselves before asking me anything more."- When he said that I remenber that there was dirt and varius types of disgusting liquids drenching my clothes, though it was a tight leather armor. Too tight for my onw good. It just make me more concius about my body. Still, I have to wash myself. After looking if there were some water stream or something like that I found that we have been all this time in a ruined port city. There were even a few elven looking ships but they are probably flooded, only the tallest part of the vessel is above water level. I won''t say anything about how wrong I feel washing my onw body or the shame I suffered from the stares of the other people washing thenselves. Well, now that I''m cleam lets see what this ''status'' thing is exactily. ("STATUS") Just after thinking it a red screen appear in front of me.
Name n/.
Title n/.
Gender Female
Race Sun ELf
Class Rogue [] lvl 1.
Job n/.
Stats
HP 80
MP n/. [80/100]
STR 5
AGI 12
VIT 8
STM 130/100
INT 8
DEX 12
Racial habilities
Sun Walker
Syphin
Magic craftmanship talent
Born skill
Assasin Instinct
???
Yup. It''s a fucking character screen like those in some web novels thought it''s red. There are a few things that I would like to complain but first, how I''m supossed to understand it?! It look like a character screen but it''s not like I could click in the words and get an explanation... it will work for sure. I can see the gods laughthing at our cost trying to use this shit only to be the most easy and obvius game like thing. I tried thinking intensily at [???] as it should be the guide thing the angel said. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. It worked. I don''t know if I should cry or laugh at the absurdity that have become my life. I think I will cry when I''m alone.
[???]: a help tool for ''players''. It will provide aditionaly information about everything in the ''status''. To use it just think intensily at the desired "object".
Yup. I hit the mark. Those fuckers make it so we will get embarrased trying silly things to make it work and when we discover how it work tell us how it work. *Sigh* I looked at the people that were near me after returning from washing ourselves and sure enough they were trying stupid posses or shouting nonsensical frasses to make the [???] work. Are you *pff* eight grade students? Should I tell them? Nah, I will enjoy the sight for a bit before telling them. I just need to vent a bit of stress. Only just a bit. *pff* I don''t wan''t to say it but good work there, it''s funny seing a few dozens of grow mans and womens acting like eight grade students. I need to focus but the sight is toooo funny. After a while the angel man couldn''t hold his laughther any more and tell them how it worked. When they realize how simple it was in reality their faces become bright red only to earn more laughs from the angel and half a dozen people like me who discover how it worked before embarrasing ourselves. *GLARE* We earned an intense glare from all of them but it was worth the laughs. Now I should reasume inspecting my ''status''.
[Name]: n/. [The person don''t have one yet, he need to decide one or wait until he receive one.]
So basically I don''t have a name now, and by the look of it I can''t use magic for the moment but I should be able to do it in the future. A name huh? I can''t use my real name now and using my usual names for games feel wrong. I don''t wan''t to be recognize by it either. Thinking about a name to use I get to the conclusion that I suck at names. I decided to use ''Akizuki''. It sound good and wasn''t to girly. Sure enough when I decided it the ''status'' changed and next to [Name] it was now written [Akizuki]. Now that I think it, [???] said that you can decide one or wait until you receive one. Doesn''t it meant that you could be given a nickname and it became your name if you haven''t decided one yet.??? Shit. It was clo- wait. Didn''t I have been calling in my mind the man with a gag in his mouth "Angry Man" for a while? Is that his name now? Nah, it can''t b- -"WHY THE HELL MY NAME IS ''ANGRY MAN''???!!!" -"Ahh hahahahahaha"- All the people in the surroundings have burst in laughs and the angel is in the ground holding his stomach. Sorry Angry Man. I did- *pff* "Ahh hahahahahahahaha"- I know it''s my fault but I can hold my laugh anymore.
After things calmed donw and Angry Man got gagged again I continue exploring my ''status''.
[Stats]: numerical representation of physical and psychic values. They aren''t absolute and can change greatly based in the physical and mental condition of the person.
[Racial habilities]: set of active and passive habilities bestowed to each race. They can''t be learned by another race.
[Born skill]: a special skill bestowed to an individual. The skill bestowed is based depending on the personality, the class and the natural talent of the individual. These skill can be obtained by other people with effort and diligent training.
The first two were obvius and almost game like but the description of the third one startled me. It''s basically telling me than I''m a natural murder now or that I was a reprimed one back on Earth. I hope my class is the cause and not my personality and talent. I was just your average neet and not some psychopath in potence. I will put it in a syde note for now and end inspecting my ''status''.
[HP]: numerical representation of how much damage the individual can receive. Receiving damage past a point in vital spots can cause instant death even if there''s hp left.
[MP]: numerical representation of how much "magical power" the individual can use. The standar magic regeneration is a tenth of the int per minute in normal conditions. Magical regeneration is affected by the state of the mind of the indivial, meditation can improve the regeneration and stress can damper it for example. The amount of mp needed for a person to cast a spell vary depending on skill and mastery of the school of magic of the spell.
[STR]: numerical representation of how much strenght can the muscles of the individual exert in any given moment without causing damage to the body. To being able to exert high values of STR diligent training is needed. The physical condition of the individual affect STR directily and under specific conditions is possible to exert strenght pass the normal limit.
[AGI]: numerical representation of the agility, reaction time and overall motor ability. Mental and physical fatigue greatly affect agi. To being able to exert high values of AGI diligent training is needed.
[VIT]: numerical representation of the natural regenerative ability of the body. Hunger and physical condition affect it. It''s imposible to improve it in normal ways.
[STM]: numerical representation of the stamina and explosive stamina. Training can improve how much stm last and the lack of it make the cost of stm greater. Bigger individual consume stm at faster pace and too much muscular mass make specific actions cost more stm.
[INT]: numerical representation of the intelligence and knowledge of the individual. It affect mp directily and the higher the int more complex spells can be casted and by a lower cost of mp. The only way to improve int is constant studying and learning.
[DEX]: numerical representation of the motor coordination and handwork of the individual. Delicate handwork and movements improve dex. The lack of it or a lowly value of it can make specific actions impossible to the individual.
[Sun Walker]: special hability bestowed to those races in synchrony with the Sun. While in the sunlight it give''s a small boost in regenerations and make using magic during daylight easier. During night magic regeneration is halved and using specific schools of magic is harder or impossible.
[Syphon]: unique hability for those race in synchrony with magic. It make the individual able to passively syphon ambient ''mana'' into their bodys to fasten their magic regeneration. It''s posible to syphon magic from another living beings to interrup magic casting actively but doing so disable ''Syphon'' for a great amount of time, varying with the difference of INT between the target and the individual.
[Magic craftmanship talent]: an ability gifted to those races able to work directily with magic. It make easier for the individual to understand the gits of jobs related to magic.
[Assasin Instinct]: rare ability gifted to special individuals. It make the individual able to disregard his onws morals, maintain a clear mind and understand the weak spots of an enemy while fighting. With enough training the individual can control it at will.
("....") I don''t know what to think about my [Born Skill]. I was half specting the description of the stats and the others skills, but [Assasin Instinct] is different from what I thought. From the name of it I thought it was a passive skill that will always be there but it seems more like an active skill that I need to master before being able to properly use it. There''s the little problem of it being a rare skill that only "special" people can obtain but I feel like I will lose if I think too deeply about it. Asking the angel about it seems like a good idea but I don''t wan''t someone eavesdropping the conversation. It can lead to missundertands prety easily. Still, I want to know more about it. In the end I searched in the [???] skill untill I found how to show my ''status'' to another person and talked with him. It resulted to be a common skillsomehow. A fifth of the rogues have it and classes like warrior have a similar skill. I was preocupied for nothing. [Born skill] are more dependant in the class than anything else and is supposed to be a little help. At least I get a prety damn hard to learn skill for free that supposely is very useful.
The angel left after the people we killed come back to life and he answered their questions. The mood was awkward and tense between the two groups and no one dared to say a word. In the end it was a third party the one breaking the silence. -"HELP!!! SOMEONE HELP US!!!".