《The End (LitRPG)》


 Prologue

    19 Years Ago


    Thousands of years ago I gained godhood. My home planet was overrun by other creatures.These creatures to us theirplanets were all destroyed by... something. We never figured out what it was, but we did find out that all of the creaturesthat came to our planet weren''t friendly. They were actually itsspawn. About 95% of the other races that came to my planet wereitschildren. The other 5% were quickly killed off bythem.


    There were almost 200 billion ofthemand less than 50 billion of us. Although we were more sophisticated, they just overwhelmed us. In the span of fewer than 6 months, they killed off 26 billion. 26 billion lives lost to those monsters. On the opposite side, we had killed approximately 48 billion. Which is a lot, but there were just too many of them. So we had our best scientist make a machine. The machine changed life energy into an energy we could use. We named it magic.


    The only downside to this is that the machine could only take the life force from us humans. So the machine wasn''t used all that often. After another monththeyreleased a disease on us. This disease affected all of us. Well everybody but me. I still have no idea why I wasn''t affected. The disease was 100% fatal. So the elders decided to transfer everybody''s life energy to me.


    This was quite painful. Getting 24 billion lives put inside you is a feeling I can''t even begin to explain. The procedure takes hours or in this case, days to complete. I passed out almost instantly. When I woke up, my entire race was gone. This is when I obtained my godhood. It still wasn''t enough power to destroy them, sure I killed them by the millions, but after about 275 million I had used up 56% of my power, and it turns out that it doesn''t recharge fast. So I decided to use up the rest of my power to go to a far away planet.


    I used a very high-level teleportation spell on myself. I ended up on a red, barren planet millions of lightyears away. This, of course, would later be known as Mars. I quickly cast a breathing bubble spell on myself so I could breathe. The solar system I landed in wasn''t even supposed to be there. On every intergalactic map I''d ever seen, this area was supposed to be starless. I was going to make my own star system here.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    The closest planet to the one I landed on was a bright blue one, it was quite a bit smaller than my homeworld, probably less than 10% of the size. It looked like it had water on it to me, so I did a small range teleportation to it. I was pleasantly surprised to see that there wasn''t just water, it also had plant and animal life.


    At that time, you, my children were only simple primates. You barely used tools. I took a liking to these primates and gave them low-level sapience. After thousands and thousands of years, you started to lose most of your hair. You also started forming a sort of written language. You also started calling yourselves human, even though we look nothing alike. I don''t know exactly why, but it was probably because of my magic that gave you sapience.Thousands of years after that we are now in the age of technology. This technology is crude, well, crude by my standards, but it has advancedsociety tremendously, but I can feelthem. Theyare getting closer. By my estimates, they will be here in 19 years.


    I had to do something. So I altered the genetic makeup of all unborn children. I made a spell that can transfer magic, sort of like the machine that gave me my godhood. I then gave all the unborn children what you all call superpowers. These superpowers are going to help you defeat my enemy. I am sorry for forcing this on you, even though you won''t ever hear this. This is just my confession. My confession that I brought this upon you. I am really sorry. Even though there are only 7 billion of you, maybe because a good portion of you are enhanced you will be able to defeat them.


    Hopefully, what I use the rest of my power on will help the rest of you. I am going to make this world into something most of you know. I am going to make it into an RPG-like world. Even though people born before now won''t be given superpowers, they will be able to enhance themselves still. I am also going to sacrifice 99.99% of myself to make it wheretheycan only get in, in small droves. Even though the "small droves" will probably be by the million.


    I''m fading in and out of consciousness, I guess That''s what happens when you use up all but .01% of your power. I guess I need to tell them something.


    HEAR ME MORTALS. I AM YOUR GOD. MY REAL NAME ISN''T IMPORTANT, BUT YOU MAY CALL ME JAY. HEED MY WARNING! THE APOCALYPSE IS COMING! FRET NOT FOR I WILL GIVE YOU THE CHANCE TO SURVIVE IT! ANY CHILDREN BORN AFTER THIS MESSAGE WILL HAVE A VERY HIGH CHANCE TO BE BORN WITH SUPERPOWERS. IN 19 YEARS IT WILL START. DO NOT DESPAIR THE WORLD WILL CHANGE INTO AN RPG-LIKE WORLD WHICH MEANS ALL OF YOU ALIVE TO HERE THIS NOW, WILL HAVE A CHANCE TO ENHANCE YOURSELF.


    Survive my children. Please. Survive.

 Chapter 1

    My name is James Yancy, I''m 19 years old. I am also one of the only children in the last 19 years who was born without a superpower. Which kind of sucks, but I guess I''ve gotten used to it. Seeing my other classmates throwing fireballs or punching through solid brick on a daily basis kind of gets old though. I especially hate it when they try to not use their power in front of me. Just because I can''t do anything like that, don''t act like you can''t do it.


    The "god" Jay said the apocalypse would start sometime this year. I just hope I can survive the beginning. If I survive the initial chaos I will be able to, level up? I think that''s what He meant by RPG-like. I hope that''s what he meant. I have played almost every RPG released in the last 25 years to get ready. I have so many strategies to survive. I just hope they will actually work in practice.


    The world changed right after his announcement. Regular school changed, we still learn the basics like Math, English, and History, but more emphasis is put on combat and weapon training, school also doesn''t end like it used to anymore, there isn''t first through 12th grade, everything is based on rank now. The first rank for us "normals" as the supers call us, is usually 3 to 8 years of age, rank one consists of 4 hours of physical and weapon training broken up over 8 hours, and 4 hours of regular class, but most supers start out at rank two. Rank two is 9 to 15 years old, unless you are a super, in that case, you start out here, in my opinion, this is because they have a higher chance of living, and it consists of 6 hours of physical and weapon training spread out over 8 hours, and 2 hours of regular class. Rank 3, the final rank, is 16+ and consists of 7 hours of physical and weapon training and 1 hour of regular class spread out over 8 hours, but at this rank, it is suggested you train even more at home. I am in class right now thinking about all that is suppose to happen when I heard a strange noise. The strange noise got louder and louder until it is almost unbearable to listen to. Then a sudden white flash appears in front of my face, after the initial blindness dissipates I see a countdown timer in front of my face.


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    Countdown: 2:00


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    Is... is this it? Oh god, I''m not ready! I''m gonna die! Oh no! Snap out of it James! You have been training for this your whole life. "Heh, this couldn''t have come at a worse time." I mutter. I am currently in English class which coincidently is on the other side of the school from the armory. I get up and start to run out of class. "Mr. Yancy. Where do you think you are going." says the English teacher Mrs. Aless. "You don''t see the countdown timer?" I shout. I hear a couple kids snicker. "Have you gone off your rocker? Sit back down and shut up!" She slightly raises her voice, which isn''t like her. I say, "We only have a minute and a half left! I am going to the armory." "Sit down, or I will have Mr. Wells restrain you." Jack Wells is the only person in my class who has super strength. The countdown is now at a minute fifteen. "I swear I''m not crazy! Please, you have to believe me!" I plead. Why am I the only one who can see it?


    "Mr. Wells, restrain him while I call the nurse''s office," she says "This is the 3rd kid this year who has gone crazy." she mutters. "I''m not crazy!" I yell. Jack gets up and comes at me. Luckily my desk was the closest to the door. Unlucky for me, Jack''s desk was only 2 to the left of me. He is a lot faster than I am, it doesn''t help that I am a little overweight. I just don''t understand how I am overweight with all the training I do. Why am I thinking of this! Focus on running James! Just as I make it out of the door, I hear Jack barreling through the open doorway behind me. "Come here James my friend! I won''t hurt you," he says. "A lot that is." he says under his breath. "!!" I make a high pitched squeak as I continue running down the hall. While the school is quite old, it was torn down and rebuilt after Jay''s message. It is now more or less split into 4 main buildings all in a row with 5 training fields. I am in the English building, and the armory is on the far side of the gym, which is the farthest building away from me.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    "If I run at full speed I can be there a few seconds after the timer reaches 0." I mutter. "GET BACK HERE YANCY!" Jack roars. "I am not lying! Please believe me jack!" I plead. 46 seconds. Crap! I need to speed up! I run past startled looking students and teachers. I run pastopen classroom doors with teachers either lecturing or teaching people how to fight. I run past the cafeteria while hearing Jack catching up to me. "Yancyyy boyyy." he says singsongy as I feel a fist grab the collar of my shirt. 3..2..1. The timer runs out and I see another flash of light and another blue screen.


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    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">Character Sheet (Customizable)</td>


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    <td colspan="2">Name</td>


    <td colspan="2">James Aaron Yancy</td>


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    <td>Age</td>


    <td>19</td>


    <td>Race</td>


    <td>Human</td>


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    <td>Height</td>


    <td>5''11</td>


    <td>Weight</td>


    <td>185</td>


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    <td>Hair Color</td>


    <td>Dirty Blonde (DB)</td>


    <td>Eye Color</td>


    <td>Baby Blue (BB)</td>


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    <td>Level</td>


    <td>1</td>


    <td>Gender</td>


    <td>Male</td>


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    <td>Titles</td>


    <td colspan="3">???</td>


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    <td>Superpower(s)</td>


    <td colspan="3">Revive</td>


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    <td>Health</td>


    <td>110</td>


    <td>Health Regen.</td>


    <td>0.011 / Sec</td>


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    <td>Mana


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    <td>80</td>


    <td>Mana Regen.</td>


    <td>0.001 / Sec</td>


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    <td>Stamina</td>


    <td>90</td>


    <td>Stamina Regen.</td>


    <td>0.011 / Sec</td>


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    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">-</td>


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    <td>Strength</td>


    <td>13</td>


    <td>Agility</td>


    <td>9</td>


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    <td>Vitality</td>


    <td>11</td>


    <td>Dexterity</td>


    <td>6</td>


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    <td>Intelligence</td>


    <td>8</td>


    <td>Wisdom</td>


    <td>7</td>


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    <td>Luck</td>


    <td>2</td>


    <td>???</td>


    <td>??</td>


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    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">-</td>


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    <td colspan="4">Skills</td>


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    <td colspan="4">Hand-to-Hand (Mastery)


    Gun (Mastery)


    Sword (Mastery)</td>


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    <td colspan="2">Unallocated Points</td>


    <td colspan="2">0</td>


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 Chapter 2

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    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">Character Sheet (Customizable)</td>


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    <td colspan="2">Name</td>


    <td colspan="2">James Aaron Yancy</td>


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    <td>Age</td>


    <td>19</td>


    <td>Race</td>


    <td>Human</td>


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    <td>Height</td>


    <td>5''11</td>


    <td>Weight</td>


    <td>185</td>


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    <td>Hair Color</td>


    <td>Dirty Blonde (DB)</td>


    <td>Eye Color</td>


    <td>Baby Blue (BB)</td>


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    <td>Level</td>


    <td>1</td>


    <td>Gender</td>


    <td>Male</td>


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    <td>Titles</td>


    <td colspan="3">???</td>


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    <td>Superpower(s)</td>


    <td colspan="3">Revive</td>


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    <td>Health</td>


    <td>110</td>


    <td>Health Regen.</td>


    <td>0.011 / Sec</td>


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    <td>Mana


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    <td>80</td>


    <td>Mana Regen.</td>


    <td>0.001 / Sec</td>


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    <td>Stamina</td>


    <td>90</td>


    <td>Stamina Regen.</td>


    <td>0.011 / Sec</td>


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    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">-</td>


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    <td>Strength</td>


    <td>13</td>


    <td>Agility</td>


    <td>9</td>


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    <td>Vitality</td>


    <td>11</td>


    <td>Dexterity</td>


    <td>6</td>


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    <td>Intelligence</td>


    <td>8</td>


    <td>Wisdom</td>


    <td>7</td>


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    <td>Luck</td>


    <td>2</td>


    <td>???</td>


    <td>??</td>


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    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">-</td>


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    <td colspan="4">Skills</td>


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    <td colspan="4">Hand-to-Hand (Mastery)


    Gun (Mastery)


    Sword (Mastery)</td>


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    <td colspan="2">Unallocated Points</td>


    <td colspan="2">0</td>


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    Huh? Does that say I... I have a superpower? What does "Revive" mean? *Ding*


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    Revive


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    <td colspan="4">Revive is the power to resurrect after death.


    Note: You will also feel the pain from your death, or all of them if you die more than one. when you come back. You come back in a random area within 10 miles of where you died.


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    That''s handy I guess. Just then I remember that I was being chased. I say "Hey Jack, mind letting me go, pal?" He stammers out," What... What is this?" I laugh "Haha believe me now, big guy?" He starts shaking. "No.. No.. NONONONONONONONO, oh please don''t let this be happening." Is he for real? "You okay there big guy? Fucking snap out of it!" I get frustrated and yell at him. It''s not like me to curse. "Huh? Oh yeah, come with me, James." He starts pulling me back towards the classroom. "Are you really going to take me back to class, when it''s apparent that the apocalypse just started?" I ask with trepidation. "I have no idea what-" BOOM. A loud explosion is heard.I look up and see that part of the building is missing, and standing in the rubble is a big hulking 8-foot tall green monster with tusks coming out of the sides of its mouth. "WHERE IS HE." a loud voice yells. "THERE YOU ARE." it says as it sees me. it looks surprisingly like the Orcs of all the stories and games. Another blue screen appears.


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    Name: Orc


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    Level: ???


    HP: ???


    Mana: ???


    Stamina: ???


    Status: Enraged from Hatred


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    I guess that means it is an Orc. I wonder why it hates me. It charges at me with what appears to be some kind of battleaxe, but the battleaxe has some kind of blue tint on the edge. It almost looks like its shimmering magically. "DIE HUMAN!" it roars. Just then Jack steps in front of me. "Heh, I got this Yancy, stay behind me." he says cockily. The Orc charges at him, swinging the axe right at Jack''s face. Jack''s power isn''t just super strength, it''s more like augmenting his body to a certain degree, but with a higher affinity for his muscles. He can harden his skin to the point where it can stop most pistol bullets from hurting him. "You got this Jac-." SWOSH The Orc chops right through his arms and his head spraying a fountain of blood everywhere. "Oh fuck, Jack!" I shriek. "APES NEED TO STAY OUT OF MY WAY," it says. "YOU''RE NEXT HUMAN." I turn around to run. I get two steps before I feel a searing pain in my chest. I look down and see an axe blade sticking out of my chest. I cough up some blood.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


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    4000 Magical Slashing Damage Taken!


    Critical Hit!


    Instant Death!


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    Huh, so it was a magical weapon after all.


    Darkness. All I know is darkness. Darkness is my oldest and dearest friend. Darkness is my most hated enemy. Excruciating pain in my chest. "Aah!" I shout. it was only for a moment, but I can still feel the axe in my chest. Oh, that''s probably because of my power, revive. From what I briefly saw, it said everytime I come back, I''d feel the pain again.


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    You died!


    But don''t fret, you have a one-of-a-kind power!


    You get to come back from the dead!


    -85% total XP and Level loss because of the Revive ability. ERROR ERROR. $%^ STATUS DETECTED. TOTAL LOSS BROUGHT DOWN TO 3% XP LOSS AND NO LEVEL LOSS.


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    What does this mean? Why didn''t it tell me I was going to lose XP and Levels? Why did it change to such low XP loss and no Level loss? Where am I? I look around and find myself in an empty cornfield. There are no buildings around. There is some movement in farther away, towards the center of the field. "I wonder what that is." I mutter. "Should I make my way towards it? It might be other humans. It might also be monsters." "I''m not going to risk it." I say. Just then the movement stops. All of a sudden it starts up again, but much faster. It is also coming my way. "Oh shit!" I yelp. I turn around and start running in the opposite direction, right as an arrow flies past me and thunks into the ground. This only makes me run faster and in a zig-zag pattern. I hear strange voices behind me talking in a language I don''t know. It doesn''t sound like any human language I know of.


    2 Hours Later.


    I''ve been running for hours. I can''t breathe. They aren''t giving up. I''m going to have to fight. I think I got far enough ahead of them to catch my breath though. Hopefully, these things are a lot weaker than that Orc from the school.


    10 Minutes Later.


    I can hear their strange language again. Whilst resting I was able to find a sturdy looking stick, and to my surprise, an Information Panel popped up. An Information Panel or IP as I have started calling them, are the blue boxes that pop up and tell me useful information.


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    <td style="text-align: center">Name: Sturdy Looking Stick


    A very capable looking stick.


    Damage: 5-8


    Durability: 17/20


    +3 Strength


    +1 Dexterity


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    Why does a stick give a dexterity stat bonus? I guess it doesn''t matter. Any help is good help I guess. I lie in wait behind a tree. They are getting closer. I can smell them. They smell rancid. One of them is walking past my hiding spot. Even before an IP can pop up, I charge atit. Itis a small green man looking creature. Goblinspops up in my mind. I hit the goblin on its head.


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    46 Damage Dealt to Goblin.


    Critical Hit!


    Double Damage!


    Surprise Hit!


    Double Damage!


    Goblin Dies!


    100 XP Earned!


    Level Up!


    Level 2!


    10 Unallocated points available.


    ERROR ERROR 10 BONUS POINTS AWARDED BECAUSE OF $%^ STATUS.


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 Chapter 3

    The Goblin-looking-thing died. I crushed its head in. I start shaking. Even though I have been training for this my whole life, actually killing something is hard. I take a good look at the Goblin thing.


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    Name: Lesser Goblin Fighter


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    Level: 1


    HP: 0 (25)


    Mana: 0 (13)


    Stamina: 0 (21)


    Status:Dead


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    I guess that confirms that it is, in fact, a Goblin. "Wait, from what I recall, he wasn''t alone. I was being chased by at least 3 of them." I mutter. I really need to stop talking to myself. I wonder if there is a loot screen or-


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    Name:Lesser Goblin Fighter


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    Stats: (Think statsto open)


    Items: (Think loot to open)


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    Okay. Loot.


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    Loot


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    Name: Low-Grade Goblin Sword


    A shoddy looking Goblin Sword.


    Damage: 12-15 (8-11)


    Durability: 17/17


    +3 Strength


    +1 Dexterity


    +1 Agility


    Because of your Swords Mastery Skill, Damage on every sword you wield is increased.


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    Ooh, that''s a nice upgrade.Thunk. An arrow slams into the tree just to my right. "Ah, there you are you little bastard," I say. ''You''re dead." I take the sword and equip it. I spin around and see the little green asshole 20 feet away nocking another arrow. I charge at him in a zig-zag formation so he can''t get a good shot on me. Woah, I''m a little bit faster than usual. Stat bonuses are pretty cool. I try to skewer the Goblin, but he dodges out of the way at the last second. I turn towards him and slash at him, he tries to dodge again, but I am able to get a glancing blow off of his arm. It screeches in my ear and pulls a dagger from a sheath on his belt. He takes a stab at me, but I spin out of the way, but because I''m not used to my current speed, I lose my balance and fall to the ground. He sees an opportunity to deal a finishing blow, but he overextends himself and loses his balance topplingonto me. While he is trying to get his senses back, I put him in a chokehold. I hear wood splinter. He struggles for a good 20 seconds before passing out, after he passes out I push him off of me. I stand up and stab him through the throat.


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    ¡Þ Damage Dealt to Lesser Goblin Archer.


    Critical Hit!


    Double Damage!


    Unconscious Fatal Hit!


    Instant Death!


    Goblin Dies!


    100 XP Earned!


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    So, if the victim is unconscious and it''s a critical hit, it''s instant death? That seems kind of broken. Nothing was really different about this Lesser Goblin Archer and the Lesser Goblin Fighter from before. The Archer has the less HP but more Stamina. They are both the same level. It dropped a Low-Grade Goblin Bow which does 10-12 piercing damage, but the arrows broke when I put him in the chokehold. Now, where is the third fucker?BOOM.A burst of flame hits my back, searing me and taking 79% of my HP. "Oh, fuck," I exclaim "It''s a mage!" I turn around once again and see the little green motherfucker pointing a staff at me. On the top of the staff, there seems to be a red gem. The red gem is also on fire. I jump out of the way to dodge the fireball. It hits a tree trunk and sets it on fire. "Oh just what we need, asshole," I shout "A forest fire." I just so happened to land by the tree that the Archer''s arrow that was fired at me landed in. I yank it out and grab the bow off my back. I take careful aim at the Goblin mage and shoot the arrow.Thawk.It pierces his left eye, I hear it screech. ''Fucking bullseye!" I exclaim in happiness. It looks at me with hatred with its one good eye. The arrow didn''t kill it. A fucking arrow in its eye didn''t kill it. "What the fuck." He starts casting another spell. I duck behind the tree where I got the arrow from.Woosh. I hear the fire hit the tree, and I come out of hiding and rush him. If I calculated right, It''ll take me 2.4 seconds to get to the Goblin, and it takes him 3.2 seconds to cast the fireball. I pull my sword out mid-sprint and stab him right through the guy. A little bit of blood come out of its mouth as it dies. "Sayonara, bitch."Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


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    45 Damage Dealt to Lesser Goblin Mage.


    Grievous Wound!


    Triple Damage!


    Goblin Dies!


    700 XP Earned!


    Level Up!


    Level 3!


    10 Unallocated points available.


    ERROR ERROR 10 BONUS POINTS AWARDED BECAUSE OF $%^ STATUS.


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    Oh god, that was a cheesy ass line. I''m glad no one was around to hear me say that. I open up the mages stat and loot menus. Oh goody, another level up.


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    Name: Lesser Goblin Mage


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    Level: 4


    HP: 0 (35)


    Mana: 0 (50)


    Stamina: 0 (27)


    Status:Dead


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Loot


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Name:Goblin Staff


    A half-way decent looking staff, even though it is Goblin made. It has a Fire Ruby on top.


    Damage: 30-45


    Durability: 36/40


    +6 Intelligence


    +8 Willpower


    -1Dexterity


    Bonus: Superpower and Skill Learned! Fire Manipulation superpower learned. Fireball learned.


    Fire Manipulation: Gives you master control over fire. Fire skills cast time is half as long and twice as strong.


    Fireball: Make fire into your plaything! Takes 3.5(1.75) seconds to cast. Cast time will be reduced as you level up this skill. Base damage 10(20).


    </td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    Holy Shit! That is a powerful as hell weapon! 30-45 base damage and I learned my first spell! Another superpower? That''s 2 in one day! How do Intelligence and Wisdom affect magic?Ding!


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Intelligence


    </td>


    <td colspan="4">Intelligenceaffects how much mana you have.


    Intelligence also multiplies base magic damage.1 point of Intelligence is equal to 5 base magic damage.


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Wisdom


    </td>


    <td colspan="4">Wisdom affects your brain capacity.


    Wisdom also affects mana Regen.


    </td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    I should probably check all the others too.


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Strength


    </td>


    <td colspan="4">Strength is the limit for how much you can lift. 1 Strength is equal to 10 pounds


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Vitality


    </td>


    <td colspan="4">Vitality is how much HP you have. It is equal to 1 Vitality to 10 HP.


    It also affects HP and Stamina Regen.


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Luck


    </td>


    <td colspan="4">Luck affects how lucky you are. It also affects critical hit chance against you, and loot drop chance.


    The higher your luck is, the higher the chance to get rare item drops.


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Agility


    </td>


    <td colspan="4">Agility is how fast you are and how much stamina you have. It is equal to 1 Agility to 10 Stamina.


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Dexterity


    </td>


    <td colspan="4">Dexterity is how fast you can hit and affects your critical hit chance.


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    ???


    </td>


    <td colspan="4">???


    </td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    Woah, I really need to upgrade my Luck some. Dang, I was hoping it would tell me what the question marks were. I upgrade my stats, and they look like this. I also customize my Character Sheet. I really don''t need to see my weight and eye color everytime I need to look at it.


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">Character Sheet (Customizable)</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td colspan="2">Name</td>


    <td colspan="2">James Aaron Yancy</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Age</td>


    <td>19</td>


    <td>Race</td>


    <td>Human</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Level</td>


    <td>3</td>


    <td>Gender</td>


    <td>Male</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Titles</td>


    <td colspan="3">???</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Superpower(s)</td>


    <td colspan="3">Revive, Fire Manipulation</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Health</td>


    <td>170</td>


    <td>Health Regen.</td>


    <td>0.017 / Sec</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Mana


    </td>


    <td>150</td>


    <td>Mana Regen.</td>


    <td>0.007 / Sec</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Stamina</td>


    <td>130</td>


    <td>Stamina Regen.</td>


    <td>0.017 / Sec</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">-</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Strength</td>


    <td>17</td>


    <td>Agility</td>


    <td>13</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Vitality</td>


    <td>17</td>


    <td>Dexterity</td>


    <td>13</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Intelligence</td>


    <td>15</td>


    <td>Wisdom</td>


    <td>13</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Luck</td>


    <td>8</td>


    <td>???</td>


    <td>??</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">-</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td colspan="4">Skills</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td colspan="4">


    Hand-to-Hand (Mastery)


    Gun (Mastery)


    Sword (Mastery)


    Fireball (Novice)


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td colspan="2">Unallocated Points</td>


    <td colspan="2">0</td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>

 Chapter 4

    Another level just from 1 enemy, I guess I got really lucky. I really need to figure out where I am. I wonder if this will work.Map.


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td>


    ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.$%^ STATUS FOUND.


    MAP OF THE UNIVERSE.


    </td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    Map of The Universe? What? Why is it showing me the Universe? I want to see the earth.Earth Map.This time it did show Earth. My location.It zooms into a field about a mile and a half away from the school. I guess I don''t need to go back there now, I probably have much better weapons from those goblins than I would find at the school, but there are guns there. Is it worth it to go back just for a gun? Probably not. That Orc killed me in 1 hit. Jay said the world was going to be RPG-like, but does that mean the Orc is going to stay in the school? I just don''t know and it''s not worth the risk. "I guess I''ll go home." I say.


    Home for me is a little house about 15 miles away from the school. "This is going to be quite the walk." I say. So I do just that. Start the walk home. Should I walk home on the main road or through the forest? The forest will probably be safer, but it also may not be, so I am choosing the main road. The road is a quarter of a mile away from the field so I start walking that way.*Ding*


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">COMMON SENSE SKILL LEARNED!</td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    Is the system fucking with me? What the fuck is that?*Ding*


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td>


    Skill: Common Sense


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>


    Common sense is common sense dummy. You have shown common sense! This is a passive skill that has the ability to pull you away from potential danger.


    Novice Level: 1


    </td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    The patronizationaside, that''s a pretty good skill I guess. After about 5 minutes I make it to the road. If I keep the same pace that it took me to walk this quarter of a mile, it will take me approximately 5 hours to get home, which will be way after dark. It will be dark in just under an hour.


    After about 6 miles or 2 hours, I see something in the road ahead of me rummaging in a car. I try my best sneaking up on them hoping for a sneak type skill, but no luck. I am still able to get about 3/4th of the way to the figure before they hear me. "Who''s there!" theyshout. The voice is familiar. It sounds like... "Lori?" I ask. "Huh? Who''s there!" she shouts. "It''s James, James Yancy from class." I say back to her. Lori Wyatt is her name I believe, and her superpower is Weak Invisibility I think. "James? I thought you died to that Orc thing. Mrs. Aless said she found your body in the hall beside Jack''s." she says. Does my body stay behind when I die? That could be really creepy. "Um, she must have been seeing things, I escaped from the Orc before it could catch me." I lie. Why did I lie? I just felt like I shouldn''t say anything about it.


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td>


    Common Sense level up!


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>


    Novice level: 2


    </td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    That''s good, I guess? "What happened to Mrs. Aless and the rest of the class?" I ask. She whimpers and says, "I''m the only one who escaped, Mrs. Aless went out after you two a minute or so after you left, she came running back really quick after that explosion saying you two were dead and for all of us to run." She starts crying. "She got killed right after that, and like 40 goblins ran in, and that big Orc thing too." she''s hysterical at this point and just crying. "Lori! Snap out of it, we have been training for this our whole lives! Get it together." I yell at her. She looks at me, startled. "You''re right.*sniff*After the goblins and the Orc came in, they started slaughtering people. Everyone who could fight, fought, they killed most of the goblins, but the Orc joined in and killed everyone in one hit," she starts, "I, I just turned invisible and ran out of there and just kept running, I''ve been running for hours, I just stopped at this car hoping it would be working, but just my luck, it isn''t." She says, laughing dryly. I wonder if her Luck was as low as mine was. It must not be, because she lived, and I didn''t. The moon finally decides to make an appearance from behind the clouds, and I get a good look at Lori. She is just as beautiful as I remember. Around 5''4, 110 pounds, fit, long jet black hair, beautiful green eyes, long legs, perky b-cups. Snap out of it James! I shout in my head while shaking said head.


    She looks at me questioningly, "What''s wrong?" she asks. I clear my throat. "Uhmm, nothing, sorry." She looks at me weirdly. "Where do you live," I start to ask, then understanding what I just said, I say, "So I can escort you home. This world isn''t safe anymore, and well, I have a few weapons now." I forget if she''s good with a sword, so I ask her. "Are you good with a sword?" she looks startled by the verbal puke I just said. "Umm, I''m okay, but I''m better with a gun." she says dispassionately. "Well, here''s a short sword you can use to defend yourself with." I saw as I hand her the Goblin''s Sword. She takes it. "Wow! Stat bonuses." She exclaims. "Heh." I chuckle, "That''s nothing compared to this staff." I say. "Huh, what staff?" she says. "Oh no, oh fuck no!" I shout. How the fuck did I forget the staff? I could have sworn I had it with me when I left that field. I wonder...Inventory


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">$%^ INVENTORY</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Goblin Bow.


    Goblin Staff.


    </td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    Yes! There is an inventory! Those symbols are there again though. What are you symbols! I shout in my head. I feel a strange pulse. $%^. $%D. Huh? A ''D''? Why did one of the characters change from a ''^'' to a ''D''? "Umm James? What was that strong energy pulse that came from you?" Lori asks. "You felt it too?" I ask her. "Yes?" she says questioningly. I have to ask her. "In your ''Status Screen'' do you have an unknown stat that has the characters ''$'' ''%'' ''^'' ?" She gives me a weird look. Again. "No." she says. "Huh. Me neither." I say stupidly. "Back to the original question, where do you live?" I try to save face. "Oh! I live on Pine Street" She says the name of the street that is only a block away from mine. "Huh. How come I didn''t know we were practically neighbors?" I ask. "What?" she says. "I live a block away from you on Maple Street." I say. "I didn''t know that. Maybe it was because we have never hung out?" she says. Not for lack of my trying. I say in my head. "Yeah, that''s probably it." I say. "Well I will still escort you home if you want me to I mean." I say as I pull the staff out of my inventory. Her eyes widen. "Where did that come from!" She exclaims. "Oh, it turns out that Jay wasn''t lying, the world is very RPG-like now, just think ''inventory'' and a screen will come up with items that are in it, and to get stuff out or put stuff in, just think about doing it." I say. Wait, how do I know that? Doesn''t really matter I guess. I see her eyes widen. Again. Did she not prepare like I did with all the RPG''s I played? She must not have if something as simple as an inventory screen surprises her. I say again, "Do you want me to escort you home, or not?" I start to walk away. "If so, come on." I say. I hear her let out a squeak, which was really cute, and jog to catch up to me. "S-Sure." she says.


    2 and a half hours later.


    We are almost to our neighborhood. So far there hasn''t been any encounters. Which I find quite annoying, but Lori seems to be glad. "Hey Lori, have you killed anything yet?" I ask her to stave off my boredom. She squeaks cutely again and says, "No I haven''t, like I said, all I did was run until I met you at that car." I mentally slap my head. "Oh yeah, you did tell me that." I say. She starts to say something, but then stops. "So what about.." She actually slaps her head. "Oh yeah. How else could you have gotten this sword and that staff? Idiot..." I chuckle. "It''s alright, I did kill a few goblins, but I could have stolen them too." I say. She brightens up at that. "Oh yeah!" She says. "So. Was it hard to kill them?" She asks. "Not really," I say. "The Mage was the hardest because of the damage he did, but the other two were easy to kill." She looks at me shocked. "That''s not what I meant!" She says. "I mean you killed something, that has to be hard on you mentally." She says. Huh. "Not really I guess. I haven''t even thought about it since then really." I say. She looks sick. "Hey, they attacked me first, why should I feel guilty for defending myself?" I ask. She still looks sick, but nods. "I can understand your point, but I don''t know if I can do that." she says. "Can we just stop talking now please."Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    Half of an hour later.


    We finally made it back to our neighborhood, but it''s not there. I don''t mean it was leveled or anything, it''s literally not there. "What the fuck?" I say. She just stares dumbfounded. "Where''s my house." she whispers. "MOM, DAD!" she starts screaming. "Shush!'' Ishout and cover her mouth with my hand. She bites it, and I take 4 damage. "OW!" I yelp, but don''t move my hand. "Leemeego!" she mumbles. "Shush!" I say again, but it''s too late. I hear shouting from farther up ahead. She bites me again, this time for 3 damage. "I said stop!" I say as I hit her over the back of the head with my staff, knocking her out. I go back into the treeline and prop her up against a tree. "Qal rak es!" something shouts. "What language is that?" I mutter. I just have to attack first. I jump out from behind the tree and see a pointy-eared humanoid with gray skin, white hair who is holding a mace, and wearing light brown leather armor. An IP pops up.


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Name: Greater Dark Elf Fighter


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Level:7


    HP:270


    Mana: 105


    Stamina: 255


    </td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    An elf? Aren''t they usually on the good side? It swings its mace at me. Guess not. The mace hits my arm, shattering it. "Fuck!" I shout in pain. He is really fast! Only level 7and 3 or more times faster than I am. It must be something like a racial bonus or something. "Hey wait, stop!" I shout, hoping he''ll listen. "Wrat sheq lot!" He shouts. "God damn language barriers." I sigh. "No, puny human. I understand you. I just don''t like your language." He says. "How can you speak it? Didn''t you just come to this planet?" I ask. "Do you really think it would take the proud Dark Elves longer than an hour to learn your rudimentary language?" He says. "It took you less than an hour to learn a full language?" I askincredulously. "Ha! We learned all of your human languages in less than an hour." He laughs. "You learned thousands of languages in that little of time." I state. "Yes you idiotic human, now shut up and let''s fight!" he says with a glint in his eye. He rushes at me and swings his mace at my face. I jump backwards and dodge it, but just barely. I swing my staff at his face, but he easily dodges out of the way. "AHAHAHA, is that all you have got human." He says. Holy shit. he''s still fast. I don''t even have enough time to cast my spell. I try to catch him off guard and rush him, but again he easily dodges out of the way of my attack, but because of unfamiliar terrain he trips on a tree stump and stumbles. I rush him and swing my staff at his face, but he brings up his arm and blocks the attack, but I deal 35 damage to him. "hah, so you aren''t completely useless." He says.


    I start casting my spell, Fireball. His eyes widen. "How do you know how to do that!" He shouts and rushes me, but it''s too late. I have the Fire Manipulation superpower, so my cast time is significantly lower than it should be. I channel the power up through the staff into the Ruby and shoot it at him. I hit him point blank in the chest.


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">Hidden power learned!</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">Because you channeled the power of a spell through its corresponding gem, the power is quadrupled!</td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    I deal 234 damage onto him. That added onto the 34 I''ve already done, causes 269 damage. Even though he is practically dead, he is still standing. He starts to laugh while raising his mace."HahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA. Close but not enough-" He starts, but then he coughs up blood, looks down at his chest and sees a sword sticking out of it. "wha-" I start to say, but then he dies and I get another IP.


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    GREATER DARK ELF DIES!


    YOU DEALT THE MOST DAMAGE, SO YOU GET THE MOST EXPERIENCE.


    FOR OVERCOMING A FOE OVER TWICE YOUR LEVEL YOU GET 100 BONUS EXPERIENCE.


    3000 TOTAL EXPERIENCE GAINED!


    LEVEL UP!


    level 4!


    10 Unallocated points available.


    ERROR ERROR 10 BONUS POINTS AWARDED BECAUSE OF $%D STATUS.


    </td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    "What happened?" I say, but then I see Lori holding onto a bloodstained sword. "Oh, Lori. You saved me!" I say. She looks up with tears in her eyes. "I...I had to do it, right?" she says. "If I didn''t you''d die. Yes, you would of." she is going incoherent. "Yes, you saved me, you had to do it. Calm down please." I plead. She starts to collapse, but I rush forward and catch her. "Lori it''ll be alright, if he had killed me, he would have found you and killed you too." I say. She starts crying harder. Crap, wrong thing to say I guess. "No, No, No!" She shouts. "You don''t know that," she sniffles, "What if he was just testing your or something?" She asks. "What if he wasn''t actually going to do anything?" I sigh. "Lori, look at me." I say, but she keeps looking at the ground sobbing. "Look. At. Me." I enunciate each word, and pull her face up to look at me. "He was going to kill me," I start to say. "Of that, I have no doubt at all. If he were given the chance, he would have killed every single person he came across." She is looking intently into my eyes with a glimmer of hope in them. "Are you really, REALLY sure James?" She asks. "Yes, I am." I say. "Okay." She says whilst hopping up and walking away to do.. something. Wow. What a very quick change of character. I hope she isn''t going crazy or something. Well, I guess that doesn''t concern me too much. I should probably loot him.Loot.


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Loot


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Name: High-Quality Steel Mace.


    A nicely forged steel mace, made so well, it has extra durability.


    Damage:28-42


    Durability: 54/60


    +7 Strength


    +2 Vitality


    -1 Agility


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Loot


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center">


    Name: High-Quality Leather Armor (Damaged)


    A nice looking set of leather armor.


    Defense Bonus: 30-45


    Magic Damage Resistance: 10%


    Piercing Damage Resistance: 10%


    Durability: 4/70


    +4 Dexterity


    +5 Agility


    Because the armor is (Damaged) all the stat bonuses and defense bonuses are 0. Get the armor repaired for the (Damaged) modifier to go away.


    </td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>


    That''s some really good loot. It sucks that it shows the armor in a full set and not each piece individually. The only part I can see that is damaged is the chest piece where Lori stabbed it. Speaking of. "hey Lori, did you level up from that fight?" I ask. She looks startled. "Umm, yes I did?" she says very questioningly. "Oh cool, what are you going to spend your 20 points on?" I say and immediately cringe. "20? Don''t you mean 10?" She asks. "Uh, yes of course. 10. What are you going to spend your 10 points on." I say. "Well, probably agility so I can run away." She says. "Seriously? Only on agility? pfft." I scoff at her. "It''s your Character Sheet I guess." I say. "What''s wrong with that huh? I already made it clear I don''t want to fight." She says angrily. "Yeah yeah," I say while figuring out what to spend my points on. "Nope, we are going to have this conversation, James." She walks up in front of me with a frown. "What conversation, I agreed with you, Lori." I say. "Huh, you call that agreeing? That was you being an asshole." she says. Oh, no. I fucked up. This is why I''ve never had a girlfriend. All they do is bitch and bitch. "Hey asshole, I''m talking to you." she says. "All I''m saying, is that to survive you are going to need more than agility." I tell her. "Listen hear asshole. I''m not going to fight. I''m going to find a place that is safe, and stay there." She says. "Really. Where do you think it''ll be safe, huh?" I say. "Will it be safe in all of those government bunkers? Maybe, but if I was Jay, I would make sure that they aren''t." I say. "Well you aren''t Jay, so you don''t know anything." She says. "It is my life, I will live like I want to, and I don''t care what you think." She says. "Okay. Like I said, it''s your Character Sheet." I say.


    After about 10 minutes I decide on what to spend my points on, and this is what my Character Sheet looks like now.


    <table>


    <tbody>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">Character Sheet (Customizable)</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td colspan="2">Name</td>


    <td colspan="2">James Aaron Yancy</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Age</td>


    <td>19</td>


    <td>Race</td>


    <td>Human</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Level</td>


    <td>4</td>


    <td>Gender</td>


    <td>Male</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Titles</td>


    <td colspan="3">???</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Superpower(s)</td>


    <td colspan="3">Revive, Fire Manipulation</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Health</td>


    <td>180/230</td>


    <td>Health Regen.(Halved)(Broken Arm)</td>


    <td>0.023 / Sec</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Mana


    </td>


    <td>130/150</td>


    <td>Mana Regen.</td>


    <td>0.009 / Sec</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Stamina</td>


    <td>100/150</td>


    <td>Stamina Regen.</td>


    <td>0.023 / Sec</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">-</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Strength</td>


    <td>23</td>


    <td>Agility</td>


    <td>15</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Vitality</td>


    <td>23</td>


    <td>Dexterity</td>


    <td>15</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Intelligence</td>


    <td>15</td>


    <td>Wisdom</td>


    <td>15</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td>Luck</td>


    <td>10</td>


    <td>???</td>


    <td>??</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="4">-</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td colspan="4">Skills</td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td colspan="4">


    Hand-to-Hand (Mastery)


    Gun (Mastery)


    Sword (Mastery)


    Fireball (Novice)


    Common Sense (Novice)


    </td>


    </tr>


    <tr>


    <td colspan="2">Unallocated Points</td>


    <td colspan="2">0</td>


    </tr>


    </tbody>


    </table>

 Chapter 5

    Now that I am not in combat and the adrenaline has worn off, my arm fucking hurts. Like really bad. According to my Character Sheet, it is broken, and I have no way to heal it, no Health Potion if even such a thing exists, and no healing spell. "Hey Lori, do you happen to know first aid?" I ask the unstable chick who hates me at the moment. "Why," she replies in a monotone voice, it doesn''t even sound like a question. "Well, I don''t know, maybe the broken arm or something!" I snap. "Oh, yeah I guess, just the basics though, you need a sling." She says. She is just looking at me. "Well, can you kindly make me one? Please?" I ask. "Okay," she says.


    She starts to take off her shirt. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing." I sputter. "I am going to use my overshirt to make a rudimentary sling for it." She says. I now see that she is wearing a tank top underneath of her school uniform. She starts to tear up her shirt to make the sling. "You really know what you are doing, don''t you," I say. She gives a look like I am the stupidest person in the world. "Of course, Baka," she says. well, in all honesty, she didn''t say ''baka'' she said ''stupid'', I blame my anime addiction. "Basic first aid is a recommended class." She then starts to make a sling and has me hold my arm up so it can be put into the sling, which is excruciating.


    "Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! This shit hurts, why the hell do I have to have my arm in a sling." I cry out. "You need it in a sling because it stabilizes the arm and makes it not move around so much, which is good for what you will probably be doing soon, you know killing things when you shouldn''t be," she says, and I swear I hear her mutter murder at the end. I let it go. On second thought, I don''t. "Did you just call me a murder, we just went over this. That fucking elf would have killed me, killed you, killed the whole entire human race if he wanted to. Shut the fuck up. I am done with your stupid holier than thou attitude." I snap at her. That was the wrong thing to do. I done fucked up now. She looks at me like I just shit in her corn flakes. "Listen here you little fucking superpowerless fatass nerd, shut the fuck up. I am not dealing with your Murderous self anymore. How can you go around thinking you can kill anything that moves. I saw what you did! You attacked that poor defenseless elf thing out of nowhere! You probably are having impure thoughts about me! Huh, are you gonna rape me bitch?" She spews all of that out.


    What. The. Fuck? I haven''t examined her yet. Why haven''t I examined her?


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    Name: Lori Wyatt (possessed)


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    Level: 2


    HP: 110


    Mana: 100


    Stamina: 200


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    What the fuck does (possessed) mean? Well, I know what it means, but how did she get possessed? She starts to tilt her head to the left and doesn''t stop. "So. You have finally found out my nature, human?" It says. Its voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard. "What the fuck!" I shout and jump away from it. "Don''t leave me, James!" Lori? says. "What are you," I shout, "and how did you possess Lori?" It gives me a quizzical look. "Whatever do you mean, I AM Lori," It states, "Or I used to be." It starts to chuckle, and its mouth opens up and keeps opening until it looks as if a basketball could fit in there, and it screams.


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    4 Sound Damage Taken!


    This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.Eardrums Popped!


    Status: Half Deaf.


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    I hear a sickening pop as my eardrums burst. Then I feel the pain. The bitch is still screaming. I pick up the Elves mace and start bashing in her head. "Die, DIe, Die you evil bitch!" I shout.


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    LORI WYATT(POSSESSED) DIES!


    50 XP GAINED


    For being the first human to kill a (Possessed) being, 1500 bonus XP gained!


    Level Up!


    Level 5!


    10 Unallocated points available.


    ERROR ERROR 10 BONUS POINTS AWARDED BECAUSE OF $%D STATUS.


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    Haha. Stupid bitch. Oh, wait. That was Lori. What have I done! I killed my only companion in this changed world. Remeber James, she was (Possessed) whatever that means. Should I loot her? It feels wrong, but she may have items that I need on her.Loot.


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    Loot


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    Name: Low-Grade Goblin Sword


    A shoddy looking Goblin Sword.


    Damage: 12-15 (8-11)


    Durability: 17/17


    +3 Strength


    +1 Dexterity


    +1 Agility


    Because of your Swords Mastery Skill, Damage on every sword you wield is increased.


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    <td>


    Loot


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    <td>


    Name: Glock G29


    This striker-fired semiauto isn¡¯t much bigger than a compact 9mm, but the 10mm cartridge that it¡¯s chambered for delivers power levels approaching those of the .41 Magnum. It¡¯s a handy trail gun for those wandering through bear, wild boar, or mountain lion country, or for killing those pesky little goblins.


    Damage: 25-50 (18-43) Piercing Damage


    Durability: 90/100


    10 Round clip x4


    +7 Dexterity


    +5 Agility


    Because of your Guns Mastery Skill, Damage on every gun you wield is increased.


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    She had a gun this whole time? It even has 3 extra clips full of ammo, that is a total of 40 rounds of ammunition, with this I could have killed that stupid elf in seconds. Was she possessed this whole time? Or did it happen afterward? If it was the whole time, that would have been creepy. I honestly don''t care at the moment, I am just going to spend my stat points and go back into the woods and sleep. I put 5 points into Luck, for obvious reasons, 5 points in both Agility and Dexterity, 2 in Vitality and 1 into both Intelligence and Wisdom, and 1 point in Strength. After all of that, my stats look like this.


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    <td colspan="4">Character Sheet (Customizable)</td>


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    <td colspan="2">Name</td>


    <td colspan="2">James Aaron Yancy</td>


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    <td>Age</td>


    <td>19</td>


    <td>Race</td>


    <td>Human</td>


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    <td>Level</td>


    <td>5</td>


    <td>Gender</td>


    <td>Male</td>


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    <td>Titles</td>


    <td colspan="3">???</td>


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    <td>Superpower(s)</td>


    <td colspan="3">Revive, Fire Manipulation</td>


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    <td>Health</td>


    <td>250/250</td>


    <td>Health Regen.(Halved)(Broken Arm)</td>


    <td>0.025 / Sec</td>


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    <td>Mana</td>


    <td>160/160</td>


    <td>Mana Regen.</td>


    <td>0.010 / Sec</td>


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    <td>Stamina</td>


    <td>200/200</td>


    <td>Stamina Regen.</td>


    <td>0.020 / Sec</td>


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    <td colspan="4">-</td>


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    <td>Strength</td>


    <td>24</td>


    <td>Agility</td>


    <td>20</td>


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    <td>Vitality</td>


    <td>25</td>


    <td>Dexterity</td>


    <td>20</td>


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    <td>Intelligence</td>


    <td>16</td>


    <td>Wisdom</td>


    <td>16</td>


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    <td>Luck</td>


    <td>15</td>


    <td>???</td>


    <td>??</td>


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    <td colspan="4">-</td>


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    <td colspan="4">Skills</td>


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    <td colspan="4">


    Hand-to-Hand (Mastery)


    Gun (Mastery)


    Sword (Mastery)


    Fireball (Novice)


    Common Sense (Novice)


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    <td colspan="2">Unallocated Points</td>


    <td colspan="2">0</td>


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