《The Deeds of Amber Rose》


 Prologue 1- An Intro to the World.

    Preface


    In the providence of God, and the untold billions of worlds that have existed through the unknown reaches of time and space. The story of our home, Earth, has been recounted many times though iterations both similar and different to the one we know. This story, this iteration is both similar and different to the world we know and call home. Sharing stories of origin, some laws of physics, histories, cultures and beliefs these different worlds touch on our own but draw from many sources and paint a picture vastly different than the original. A world of science, of fantasy and of magic, this world is a story full of the pages of past hopes, dreams, and fears.


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    Prologue 1


    In the beginning, there was the Word, and the Word was God. the Word has always been and will always be. The Word in the form of God looked out unto the Void and spoke, ¡°Let there be Light¡±, and so there was Light. Time passed and God took note upon the Void and Light in that they did not properly mix and in seeing there was difference separated the two so that they would not render each other into nothing. Under the Word, the Light was called mana and retreated into the heavens and the Void was called space and occupied all that was in existence. This existence became the universe and all that existed within the boundaries of Time. Eventually, God once more spoke. Commanding the Void of space and all that was empty to be filled with firmament. And on this firmament, a world called Alysia both similar and different to Earth joined many other worlds and many other stories.


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    *Alarm Blaring*, Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!!!


    ¡°Wake up Ambre! Wake up!¡±, Ring! Ring! Ring! ¡°Wake up Amber! Wake up!¡± Ring! Ring! Ring! ¡°You''re going to be late wake up¡±


    Dragging herself out of a pile of blankets and pillows used to hide from the cold February air in her small unheated apartment. Amber took a pillow to hand and smartly threw it at the alarm clock that was attempting to both deafen and awaken her from a sleep as deep as night was cold.


    *Crash* ¡°Ah that''s much better,¡± she remarked. Stretching twisting and turning in an effort to cast away the stiffness that comes with sleep she finally stood up out of her small narrow bed and quickly began to ready herself for the day by showering dressing as rapidly as possible due to facing the prospect of being late once again. Taking a moment to look in the mirror and touch the black eye that still aches but is healing from the incident a week ago she takes a compression bandage from the pile in the bathroom and gently compresses her breast to hide her figure and binds the sore ribs that lurk under her battered and bruised abdomen. ¡°I''m lucky that nothing is broken, these marks and the pain will slowly fade,¡± she says to reassure herself as she readies herself by brushing her long blond hair and tying it into a simple braid. Finishing quickly and snatching her bag off of the floor at the end of the bed. She twirls in place quickly looking in the mirror to make sure her knee length skirt doesn''t come up enough to show her thighs before ducking out the door and dashing out the of the small one room apartment towards the train that will soon be departing for school. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!


    Running down the sidewalk, long legs quickly eating up the distance. the crowd and press of people begin to thicken as the entrance to the train station approaches. looking down at her watch and over the heads everyone in front of her, ¡°dammit why did I have to hit the snooze button!¡±.With this and the train, horn sounding its eminent departure the realization gradually sets in that she is going to once again be late and have to suffer detention with the very people that tormented her the week before. Under this crushing realization, she stands to take a moment to sigh and resign herself to being late she finally arrives at the platform swiping her card though the reader so that the fare is withdrawn from her meager savings. With time now on her hands as the next train will not depart for 20 minutes, she sits on a bench and takes out a book of notes to study. saying to herself quietly, ¡°I really need to make sure I get a 100 this time, i can''t afford to let my grades drop any further here at the end of the semester because if I fall below the top 10 ranking there is no way I will ever get a full ride to the Academy and grow strong enough to be able to go through the gate to stake a claim and win my citizenship.¡±


    Turning to see the projection of the station''s magitech display above the central kiosk. An advertisement showing the Academy in question scrolls across the banner followed by a clip of a sharply dressed spokesman in a black dapper suit and thin saber standing solemn and still before blurring into action quickly cutting down his barbarian challenger in a brutal demonstration. Turning to the display the man raises his arms and speaks saying,¡±Look to the skies for salvation. We are coming.¡± with that the Imperial Academy logo flashed into being and the display once again shows the train departure schedule.


    The Academy in question is the national institution for the education of mages and knight in the empire of japan. Known throughout the world as the bastion of knowledge it offers strength to those that are strong and power for those that are hungry for it. Located on the edge of the empire it partners with the guilds and corporations that need the rare and exotic materials found in the blighted realms regions. Regions where the blight of raw mana leaking into the world breaks down advanced technology and prevents the ungifted from being able to use even the most basic of machines. Forget electronic circuitry, even classic mechanical steam engines build of black mana ordered steel are degraded by the raw manna that seeks to break down the inventions of man.


    Standing quickly and using her size to move to the front of the line as the train slid into the station. Amber fortified her resolve to finish her last year of high school on a note of high success and show all of the girls that bullied her the last 4 years that even she a commoner can become a citizen of the empire and join the gifted in the greatest of magic schools.

 Prologue 2- A Day With No Luck

    ~Amber~


    ~Magic High train terminal, Morning~


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    Stepping off the train into the chill wind whipping across the station platform at Rueil High School''s terminal I quickly sprint towards the main gate in an effort to make it to class before the bell rings signaling the start of class and me being late. Approaching the gate at a rapid pace only to discover that it has already been closed for the day I decide for once to take advantage of my abnormal stature and leap the meter and a half tall metal barrier barring the way. I place a hand atop the structure and hurdle it quite easily, being a 193 cm tall is sometimes a blessing in disguise despite the fact it draws the animosity of many of the natural born imperial Japanese citizens in this city.


    Having surpassed the first obstacle with my meager luck stretched to the max my day finally decides to descend into utter misery as the school''s tower bells ring out signaling the official start of class. ¡°Damnit Damnit Damnit¡± I mumble resigning myself to an afternoon of detention as I sullenly walk towards the entrance and the teacher on duty that is surely waiting to reprimand late students.


    ¡°What do we have here,¡± says Mr. Osuma the head disciplinary teacher. ¡°Can you explain why on your first day back to school you happen to be late Miss Rose?¡±


    ¡°Yes sir, I woke up late due to the medicine the hospital prescribed and I ended up missing the train by mere seconds. I''m very sorry about this!¡± i reply quickly hoping to dodge the bullet that I know is coming.


    Looking down his glasses with disdain and open disgust Mr. Osuma clicks his tongue before smiling and saying. ¡°Yes, well I am certain that you will be able to fully express your sorrow by doing penance in detention this afternoon. Now get up the stairs into your homeroom. You will have a chance to be idle with your other ¡®friends¡¯ this afternoon.¡±


    And with that, i know that my life here is over. I sullenly turn and walk to class as directed knowing that by my own hand I''ve ostracized the entire staff and student body against me. I should have silently continued to accept the bullying and belittling fetch chores that Yuki and her gang friends have laid on me these past 4 years. Now not only will they be able to continue to do as they wish but having circumvented the school system and going to the peacekeepers the teachers who were once neutral have sided with her even if her gang was in the wrong to beat me silly after I refused to listen to them any longer. ¡°Sigh this is going to be a long day,¡± I mumble as I open the door to class and see the look of everyone staring not at a friend they have been to school with but at a foreigner, a non-citizen, a person without honor. I glumly take a seat at the back of the class as far away from the others as I can and take out the materials posted on the board in preparation for a day in hell...Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


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    ~Afternoon~


    After a long day enduring the cold shoulder and ill-treatment of the entire school body. class finally finishes and I''m finally spared the scathing gazes of the other girls. picking up my bag I walk out the door and up the stairs to the disciplinary room on the 6th floor of the building to hopefully serve my detention and be on my way, but knowing the horrible luck that I have I find that I''m right in my fear and apprehension as I open the door and walk into find Yuki and her gang waiting for me.


    ¡°What do we have here, does the giant freak come begging our forgiveness after ratting us out to the cops?¡± Yuki turns and says to me while standing in front of her cronies, ¡°and do you think we would forgive you if you did? You besmirched our noble houses names by ¡®accusing¡¯ us of such heinous acts as bullying. When you are just a peasant bitch.¡±


    Seeing her anger I sulk down in fear as I know what''s coming, another beating. It shouldn''t scare me but it does despite my greater size I''ve cowed down for years letting others do as they would to me because I''m unable to strike back even in desperation. In the Empire honor is everything. You must fight for your honor and even if you lose having fought you still retain honor for at least rising up in defiance. By throwing away my honor and telling the peacekeepers about the bullying and beating instead of fighting back even if I was going to get hurt more I wouldn''t be in the situation that I am in.


    Circling around me as she slowly backs me into the corner of the class Yuki continues to say ¡°But no this freakishly tall Yankee bitch doesn''t come to bow and beg she leaves us for a week in detention as she skips school due to a few little bruises.¡± shivering as she reaches out to touch me my butt hits the edge of the window seal signaling the end to my retreat. ¡°So girls what do you think blonde here needs to do to show that she''s sorry for shaming our families and for trying to rise up against her betters?¡± says Yuki while reaching past me for a moment. ¡°She needs to atone for her crimes with her body.¡± replies one of the female cronies ¡°we can sell her to the boys in the other classes to make amends¡± replies another. Looking me in the eyes Yuki smiles, ¡°No girls that won''t do at all. Crimes as great of these can''t be paid back by besmirching her honor. After all, she has none as a commoner to start. They are basically all servants, prostitutes and trash from birth anyway.¡± leaning forward once more Yuki looks me in the eyes and says, ¡°No the only thing that we can let her do to repent is to die.¡± and with that she yanks the sliding window to the side and pushes me out of the building from the 6th floor.


    As I fall backward looking up at disbelief I think to myself how did this happen why couldn''t I ever stand up for myself. Quickly plummeting to what I''m sure will be my death I simply say ¡°I wish life was like a game and I could have another chance.¡± and then sharp pain of impact in my back. A spray of red blood and the world turns black.

 Prologue 3- Divinity and a Gift

    ~Amber~


    ~Location ??, Time ??~


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    A spray of red blood and the world turns black, but nothing is ever quite that simple I find myself thinking as the minute''s pass after plunging out of the light of the world. Continuing to sink in this now astral sea of black though without the pain or sense of body I had before my fall I wonder what exactly is going on. Have I died and is this how you experience death? Or is something more sinister happening? Never having much stock in the religions of old I find myself thinking that this could even be a dream but as that thought flickers into existence. So does a light in the distance. Seeing this light a surge of hope wells forth that this may not be the end Yuki demanded of me. I begin to will myself towards the light moving in a manner quite strange of feeling. Like being squeezed through a thick gelatinous liquid I approach what turns out to be a simple book on a pedestal made of marble shot through with veins of lustrous gold.


    Examining the book in question I notice it is bound in not leather but in power itself. The book being immaterial and ethereal but still existing in a physical sense despite that very impossibility defies any sort of logic sense of thought that I have. All that comes to mind is the teachings of the one true church,


    ¡°In the beginning, there was the Word, and the Word was God.¡± I whisper softly.


    With those words, the darkness evaporates in an instant and I''m left standing in a plane of white with the book itself floating above its pedestal. Power hums through the air and I flinch in my astral form as it reverberates through me. Something indescribable and utterly powerful touches my mind gently speaking.


    ¡°Yes little one, you speak my words rightly for I am your God. The Word that has always been and shall forever be. I noticed your wish when you spoke aloud asking for another chance and have decided to bring you into this fold of time and space to speak to you,¡±


    stunned beyond belief and full of fear now that I know I am facing a being of unimaginable power I ask


    ¡°You wish to talk to me?¡±


    I meekly quiver as the heavens shake in humorous mirth and the book seems to chuckle slightly.


    ¡°Yes yes, i do¡± book replies.


    ¡°You see the words you spoke as you fell were not simple words but the Word itself and thus I have decided to grant you a boon and let you do as you asked.¡±Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    Pondering this I strive to recall what it was exactly that I said an instant before smashing into the ground. Chuckling and causing the world once more to shake I sense the book focusing on me as it opens to a page that is both blank and full of all of the knowledge of being.


    "Yes little one I will let you play life as you have asked it. By your own words ¡®i wish life was like a game¡¯ i grant your wish and so like a game you will one again return to life with another chance to do what you wished, and ¡®play¡¯ again,¡±


    with that and a surge of power a page tears itself from the book hovering for a moment before shooting like a laser into my very being. My ethereal form explodes into a trillion shards that dissolve into vast space of nothing that book presides over as my mind reels and I know for a single moment everything possible for a mortal to comprehend. And like that, i am returned once more to darkness before the very world around me cracks open like an egg leaving me back inside my body standing before the Altar of the Word in the One True Church cathedral during the middle of a high mass. Standing still in total silence time seemingly frozen I hold my breath unsure of what is happening and what to expect. A small gust of wind blows by my ear lifting my hair and whispering in my ear.


    ¡°I have brought you back to the world little one. This time you will control how you play life¡¯s game. I have bestowed on you a touch of my power and it will let you grow to be much more than you are now. When you are ready look inside yourself for the page of the Word that I have given you. It will guide you on your path and allow you to pick the route that you will walk in the future. Know that though this world is now yours to play as you see fit I will be watching with excitement and much expectation. Exit the cathedral while I hold time still if you wish to avoid attention and a rather complicated discussion with those that are here. I can tell that the life of a living prophet is not one you wish to live¡±


    and with that, the world is once more silent. I quickly hurry down the aisle and out the grand doors into the common square. Reaching the bottom of the stairs the sounds of a busy city come crashing back as the world snaps once more into motion.


    Sedately walking home almost in a trance after a brief ride on the evening train I stop by the local 7-11 ducking inside to pick up a dinner of instant chicken curry. Afterall dying, meeting God and being resurrected would leave anyone hungry stressed and unwilling to take the time to cook for his or herself.


    Rounding the corner with my packages in hand I finally reach my apartment complex and tackle the stairs with gumption ready to finally crash into my bed and try to come to terms with this crazy turn of events. Opening the door I walk in just to slip and fall busting my butt on what seems to be a mountain of letters. Cursing to myself I pick myself back up and swipe a few off the top of the stack to see what strange turn of events has left the mail like this.


    Sitting at the desk next to my bed eating I finally pull out the first letter to see what it is. Glancing at the date I have to take a double take to clear my vision.


    ¡°WTF! Four months!¡±


    I shout shocked to the core I''ve somehow lost 4 months of time in the 4 hours it seemed like since my fall from the school window. How can this been, a boon and a chance at a new life I may have been granted but with this, I have surely failed school and my dreams of a full ride to the Academy have been crushed.

 CH1- Picking the Path, Character Creation

    ~Amber~


    ~Amber''s Apartment, Afternoon~


    The reality of my situation slowly settling in I pick myself up off the floor, walking into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I brush my teeth and let down my hair before removing the compression bandages binding my chest and ribs. Noticing that like the rest of my injuries from the fall the bruises and cracked ribs paining me the day before are now gone. I say a quiet thank you and cross myself while looking up for a moment. After all the priests do say to count your blessings and considering the experiences of the day I think I''ll take the advice for once. After all, you can''t be too cautious after dying and being brought back to life all in a day''s time. Maybe there is something worthwhile in pious actions and I can''t deny the existence of the Word of God after something like this happening.


    Pulling a baggy t-shirt over my head to cover my breasts I forgo slipping on a pair of shorts and simply collapse into bed ready for the day to be over and some form of sanity to hopefully return to my life in the morning. Laying there cuddled up in a pile of pillows and blankets I recall the encounter I had in the void. The absurd impossibility of it and the all too real power that practically shattered the ethereal form of my soul before reforging it and bringing me back to life. How could something like that even be possible? And though obviously possible in reflection how could it happen to me. A second chance at life. A gift from god himself. Those are things stories are written about. Not things that 18-year-old high school students experience. Once again imagining the absurdity of the experience I close my eyes.


    Laying there in bed shielded from the cold air in my little-unheated apartment mind finally at rest for the day a small wind once more blows by my ear carrying the words.


    ¡°Your journey will begin tomorrow little one. For tonight rest because tomorrow the gates will open and the path you walk will begin. Will you choose to be a hero? Or will you choose to be a tyrant? Will you choose to serve kings or make them bow and beg before you? Good and evil are two sides of the same coin. Differentiated only by what side you view them from. What path I do wonder will you walk in this game little rose of winter? ¡±


    As the words fade so does my consciousness letting me fall into darkness as the power inside my chest wells forth to change my body and let me forge a new destiny.


    Stirring from a deep and restful slumber I crack my eyes open shielding them from the light spilling into my room from the crack in the blinds. Gradually becoming used to the light of day I notice my vision is being blocked by a strange object that moves with my as I turn my head. Reaching out with my hand to touch it the box like object retreats to my peripheral vision allowing me to see obstructed once more. Rubbing the last of the sleep from my eyes and sitting up in bed I finally focus my attention on the strange box-like object, focusing on it calls it back to the center of my vision.


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    Welcome to Life¡¯s Game Amber Rose. Player status confirmed, access to character information, class choice, status points, and skills unlocked.


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    Subclass confirmed, please enter character creation to choose race, class and confirm stats.


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    Stunned for a moment the realization of what happened yesterday sets in as I reach out to confirm the notification. doing so dismisses the screen from my vision and shifts my point of view to one of third-person as several new blue boxes replace the first.


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    <td style="text-align: center" colspan="2">Please choose a race for your character. Selections can be viewed in this preview mode, body alterations and any cosmetic changes to the character should also be made at this time.</td>


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    Quickly deciding to stay as a human for fear that any other race despite the benefits associated with their racial trait would be outweighed by the negative stigma such a change would bring. I elect to simply make a few cosmetic changes. Standing and disrobing I examine my body in detail for the first time in years. In my vision stands a woman tall of stature and of caucasian descent with white blond hair. Keeping my height the same I try the various sliders in my view tweaking my figure in a few subtle ways. slimming down my waist and upping the definition leaves my torso with a flat washboard stomach and 8 tightly packed abs. I also decide to slightly reduce my breasts while moving them slightly up on my frame to improve their overall appeal. this still leaves me with a 34 DD, nipples poking forward level with no sag in my breast. Moving to my face and complexion I think for a moment before choosing to remove the few acne scars that mar my face and follow that by slightly decrease the size of my nose while shifting my eye color to a light effervescent gray blue.


    Zooming back out for a moment I look at the new character before me pondering if this is who I really want to be from now on. Deciding on a few small finishing touches I place a small smattering of freckles back over my nose and under my eyes before adding a tattoo of a rose to my left shoulder. Happy with the results I choose to confirm the creation process.


    Now back with my vision in first-person, a new popup once more in the way I swipe it out of the way for a moment choosing to tackle it after a brief shower and hearty breakfast. Unsure as to rather the change in my body or just a long night of sleep has left me hungry I quickly set out several items and begin to make a hearty breakfast of eggs bacon and hashbrowns. scarfing down the food in record time to sate the rumbling in the still flat belly I hop into the shower lather up with soap for a moment before rinsing off and twisting my hair back into the signature braid that starts at the nape of the neck and hangs down to just below my butt cheeks.


    With these tasks done and wanting to finish this process I sit down on my bed and once more pull the blue notifications into focus.


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    Being inquisitive about the sub class being preassigned I focus on it selecting Wordsmith to see if there is any information about it only to be stumped by a feeling that something is there but currently locked from my knowledge. putting it aside for later I scroll through the 30 or so possible classes many which are common like fighter, mage, ranger and bard before beginning to cross things out. I know that I want to change my personality and be more confident in this new life and since my original plan to go the Mage Academy to study magic and healing has been dashed by my failing this last semester of school I quickly disregard the pure magic options. Further narrowing my search I think t myself that I wish to focus on something my natural traits will allow me to excel at. While at the same time meeting my goal of becoming stronger and able to stand up and challenge those that would put me down. After 15 minutes or so of additional deliberation, I select my choice and close out of the class selection prompt.


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    <td style="text-align: center">Class Confirmed! - New Skills Unlocked!</td>


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    <td style="text-align: center">Thank you for completing character creation and the tutorial, now configuring the world ofAlysia.Uploading relevant strategy and system information to the player. The player may now edit settings and HUD. Death penalty configured. NPC stats confirmed. A system restart will occur in 90 seconds.</td>


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    "System restart!"


    I exclaim for brief second, unsure of what is happening asI hear shouts of surprise through the thin walls of my apartment. the people on the same floor I can tell are shocked and panicking as the system quickly sorts them though the tutorial. Assigning them without theoption to choose NPC level access and then confirming their stats and locking their class selection before displaying a system restart notification.


    90 short seconds later the world goes dark for everyone, all that is left is a prompt saying


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 CH2- Stats and the Start of a Journey

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    As the light returns once more to the world I pick myself up off the floor from where I had fallen in shock. The unexpected consequences of picking my class and the subsequent system restart can be heard all around me as my neighbors exclaim loudly shocked trying to figure out what exactly has happened. My vision is once more filled with strange things. The three bars, one red, one blue and one green, sit floating in the upper left part of my field of view are just one of the new features. An opaque circle like map marking my surroundings also exists in the upper right corner and several icon like objects fill the lower right. Focusing on each of these I find the knowledge of their function and what they are flow into my mind from an unknown source. The red bar signifies my health, the blue bar mana, and the green bar stamina. The mini-map though lacking great detail naturally lets me determine my orientation knowing which way is north while the yellow dots marking it I instinctively know are my nonhostile neighbors in their apartments and the one red dot is a grumpy old tenant on the floor above that hates everyone.


    Focusing on the icons in the lower right i call up the first a configuration menu that controls the visual aspect of my HUD, playing with these settings for a moment I pick and configure the placement of the mini map and various resource bars setting them to be opaque and get gradually more visible as they decrease and a flashing warning that will appear when they are below 15 percent. Moving to the second icon which proves to be an empty quest log with columns for accepted, in progress and completed quests.


    ¡°This will prove to be quite handy.¡± I quietly say while thinking of the advantages and uses this will give me.


    The third icon is unlit meaning I can''t select it but based on the image of a book with an empty bar under it I take it for being the percent of EXP to the next level and the icon being used for accessing the level up screen.


    The fourth icon is likewise currently blank but reserved for social uses. Containing guild information with a currently empty friends and enemies list on a second tab.


    The fifth and last icon I come to is the most iconic one of any game the status menu. Taking a quick breath which I hold for a moment I focus on the last icon selecting it and opening a new window in my HUD and exploring the details of my new class.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


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    <table><tbody><tr><td colspan=''4''>[Character-Information]</td></tr><tr><td>Name:</td><td>Amber Rose</td><td>Age:</td><td>18</td></tr><tr><td>Race:</td><td>Human</td><td>Alignment</td><td>Neutral Good</td></tr><tr><td>Guild:</td><td></td><td>Guild Rank:</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Class:</td><td>Palidan</td><td>Sub-Class:</td><td>Wordsmith</td></tr><tr><td>Profession 1:</td><td></td><td>Profession 2</td><td></td></tr><tr><td>Level</td><td>1</td><td>Combat Rank</td><td>G</td></tr><tr><td colspan=''4''>Titles</td></tr><tr><td colspan=''2''>Life''s Gamer-</td><td colspan=''2''> Allows Single Player mode giving access to character


    information,class choice, status points and skills.</td></tr><tr><td colspan=''4''>Stats</td></tr><tr><td>Heath</td><td>80</td><td>Mana</td><td>62</td></tr><tr><td>Stamina</td><td>60</td><td>Cary Weight</td><td>90 Kilos</td></tr><tr><td>Strength:</td><td>15</td><td>Mind</td><td>8</td></tr><tr><td>Constitution:</td><td>12</td><td>Dexterity</td><td>12</td></tr><tr><td>Agility:</td><td>12</td><td>Charisma </td><td>2</td></tr><tr><td>Spirit:</td><td>8</td><td>Luck</td><td>100</td></tr><tr><td colspan=''4''>Paladin Skills</td></tr><tr><td>Smite</td><td>Beginner Rank 1/10 </td><td colspan=''2''>Calls down fire from the heavens dealing holy


    damage to a single target, higher levels can deal


    splash damage</td></tr><tr><td>Lesser Heal</td><td>Beginner Rank 1/10</td><td colspan=''2''>Fills the target with your mana partially restoring their


    health and stamina. </td></tr><tr><td colspan=''4''>Wordsmith Skills</td></tr><tr><td>Forge Word</td><td>Beginner Rank 1/10</td><td colspan=''2''>Define the very laws of the world through the use of the


    Holy Word and God''s Language. Lower levels only allow


    minor effects to be added to items, higher levels allow


    greater changes.</td></tr></tbody></table>


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    Reviewing this new found knowledge I stretch feeling the changes to my body. Gone is the feeling of fatigue and stress. My joints all move like a well-oiled machine. Movements smooth and even without tension but full of strength. Opening and clutching my hand I feel like every muscle in my body is as equally strong and likewise pulls from the same pool of stamina. This new physique is going to come in quite handy on the frontier.


    After a few minutes of testing my body and the new features presented to me, i pack up a few things that important to me. Placing them into a backpack I notice that though the items I place into the bag are quite bulky the bag itself does not seem to bulge in the least. Focusing on the bag the feeling of knowledge once more flows into me explaining that the space inside the bag and any pockets I have greatly compress the volume of the items I put inside of them. preserving only their mass which acts as the limiting factor of what I can carry in this extra-dimensional inventory. Excited by this prospect I pick a selection of dishes, cookware and cleaning supplies to likewise add to my inventory knowing I will need them in the days ahead.


    Taking one last look around my apartment I quietly say my goodbyes to it bowing in front of the door before shutting it behind me. Quickly walking down the steps and out into the street I make my way to the train station purchasing a ticket on the bullet train to Queensand the closest major gate out of the empire and to the frontier. Boarding the train and looking out the window I''m sure that the 6 week trip to Queensand will pass in the blink of an eye.