《Guess the world changed to a fantasy!》


 Ch1: Before the event

    He woke up one morning Mr Benedict as he so loved being called was getting ready to move after being fired from his job as paper sales manager he ended up with too few sales and was promptly fired, he asked his parents if they knew of anywhere that was willing to hire him and they did they sent him enough money to pay for the move and pay rent for 3 months.


    His parents were rich folk, they didn''t like to brag or flaunt their riches but they loved to dote on their child, however he hated them when they doted on him he only allowed it when it was something he actually wanted instead of the crap they buy for him, a great example of which is a sweater with a inbuilt heater, which was a bad idea. every time he would wear it his arms and chest would literally burn and the smell of flesh burning was around the house for a day or two.


    *Bringggggg bringgggggg* his hand held phone was ringing, he set it to a old fashioned tone but realized how annoying it was these past few days.


    Mr Benedict immediately grabbed his phone if he was too late answering he would never hear the end of it.


    "Vincent Benedict I expect you to arrive at your new home within the day no more faffing around young man do you hear me?" (strangely loud female voice)


    *Groan* Mr Benedict did not like listening to his mother at all she was extremely condescending of the 23 year old treating him like he was still a 5 year old always trying to order him around for good reason though he could hardly get anything done if he was not at work.


    "Yes mum I understand you don''t have to call me 7 times in the space of two fucking days you slut." (Mr Benedict)


    "You wretch calling your own mother a slut, the shock, the horror what kind of child did I raise. *fake sobbing*"(Benedict''s mother.)


    "Oh shut it I swear at you every time we share a single syllable and you think this is new? Fuck off hoe!" (Benedict''s ''banter'' mode)


    "Ok ok enough of this are you packed and ready yet Benedict?" (Benedict''s mother)


    "Yes I have made all the preparations the final step would be to load them onto the moving trucks." (Mr Benedict)


    "Ok good enough you should get some food out though maybe eat at a restaurant, oh you could even take me to dinner that would be a change!" (Benedict''s mother)


    She was playing on the fact that she had to force him to go to dinner with her once a month at least and it was always a extremely fancy restaurant nothing below 3 Michelin stars. He always found it annoying going there as he had no decent clothes other then a really old suit and the people eating thought some poor person had spent all their money to enter a high class restaurant for one meal.


    "I could take you to dinner mother but it would be a fast food restaurant. [Impression of his mother] Oh deary me we could not have that could we my dear? let''s go to that fancy new place I think its called hell''s kitchen!" (Benedict)


    "Oh stop that I''m not like that at all!" (Benedict''s mother)


    She was indeed like that, whenever Benedict tried to take his mother out to a restaurant she would see the place and then walk away to find a ''High Class'' one, almost all the ''High Class'' restaurants had food that tasted like garbage to Benedict and he always found the people there just trying to leach money of rich people who have nothing better to do thus served better entertainment then food.


    Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. [A good tactic if you ask me] (Benedict''s thoughts)


    "Well honey I am going to have to go now call me when you arrive at your new house, toodles!"


    [Urgh that slut thinks I''m joking when I call her a bitch, wish she would just fuck off or grow up and get a job like normal people.] Benedict utterly despised his mother to the point of being willing to kill her if he could get away with it.


    *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* The sound of a truck reversing into his rented houses driveway alerted him the movers were here early barley 1pm and they had already arrived they were scheduled for 2pm.


    "HEY ARE YOU GUYS PART OF THE MOVERS COMPANY ''2Homes''?!" (Benedict)


    Benedict shouted hoping to shout loud enough to reach across the sounds of the engine and the obnoxious beeping that was still occurring in the background.


    "Eh? Oh wait yeah we are what about it? You the guy who hired us?" (Male truck driver)


    A gruff sounding man replied while sticking his shaven head out the window surprising Benedict in the process from the sun bouncing off it into his eyes. [Damn people always make me jump]


    "Yeah I am call me Mr Benedict I will be moving to the center of ''city A'' hope you don''t mind." (Benedict)


    [like it mattered even if you did mind I didn''t pay your company for you to do jack shit. get loading my stuff onto the truck you dirty ape.] Benedict thought rudely internally. in reality Benedict was a dick even if he had the best life he would be a cynical dick always hating other people and talking behind their backs. well and truly a dick.


    "Ok lad want me to load all the stuff on your front garden into the truck?" (Truck driver)


    "Yeah want some coffee or tea?" (Benedict)


    "Yeah some coffee please with milk if you can!" (Truck driver)


    [Figures probably your favorite part of the job a free drink while doing so little work a child is better.] (still a dick, Benedict.)


    as he walked inside making some coffee for the truck driver and tea for himself he started his daily ritual of wishing for ''The event''


    [Oi god''s or whatever you arseholes call yourselves make Armageddon happen I hate society]{AN. Lol it didn''t recognize arseholes it came up with armholes}


    Benedict immediately felt like something had changed and laughed.


    "I feel a disturbance in the force." (Benedict speaking to himself, crazy arsehole)


    Immediately after he passed wind. {Farted...}


    *At his new rented house a few hours later now with a ''freezer fridge'' which is it, who knows!*


    it was now nearing 9pm he had finished setting up most things and was preparing for the long cold night ahead knife under pillow check, why? of course in case a crazy space wizard tries to mug him. radiators on check. A bed, check. a blanket or duvet, no... such a horrid night ahead he may not be warm enough with only a boiler and 8 radiators life was hard for Benedict indeed.


    chapter up in a few hours after this edit... maybe.

 Ch2 Guess what! Death...

    Mr Benedict was sitting in his bed at around 10pm pondering who to first kill when the ''event'' occurs.


    *Vruuuuuuuuuuuuuum*


    A humming noise like that of a vacuum cleaner was heard, looking over he saw a black circle in the middle of his room floating a few inches above the ground he felt a cool breeze coming from that direction as well.


    Benedict immediately decided to investigate but not without his trusty knife, reaching under his pillow he grabbed his kitchen knife, not a very sharp one but he would learn to deal with it.


    *Creeaaak* *Creeaaak* *Creeaaak*


    The floorboards creaked under the weight of the ''slightly'' fatter then average Mr Benedict. As he neared the front of the black circle he noticed it was actually a sphere, this did not surprise him much as his depth perception was shit and things like this happen often to him, but the fact that there was a sphere in the middle of his room shocked him especially since it was floating. He decided to take a risk a extremely daunting task was ahead of him, probing the sphere.


    Mr Benedict''s knife gradually got closer to the sphere when a loud thud was heard on the other side of the sphere, looking under the few inch gap he could see a green figure and feet lying on his carpet in a pool of orange stuff,


    {Please tell me this is the event if I get round there and see a goblin or orc then I''m killing the fuck out of it.]


    Rounding the corner with his ever present loud creaking noises he saw what he so hoped for, a goblin.


    *Screeee*


    A loud shriek was heard as the creature spotted him, it was visibly scared of the man but he immediately ran at it bearing his knife. Mr Benedict was visibly cackling as he charged at the scared creature. [Its happening hahaha its finally happening I can kill all those fuckers who called me fat I can kill all those dicks who fired me in the past hahaha I''m gonna be a god in this new world.] Benedict was jumping to conclusions as he had hoped for this for years, he wanted to believe that such a event really was occurring, his thoughts also were rather shallow and he had practically no reason to kill anyone other then for them insulting him or his egotistical personality.


    Mr Benedict was rapidly approaching the creature when it pulled out a small knife, stupidly small the size of someones thumb yet enough to kill if it was used correctly. Benedict kept charging despite noticing the weapon the green creature pulled out, as he arrived in front of the creature he went for a slash from his bottom right to his top left, what he did not take into account was the size difference, Benedict may be considered short but he was by no means the size of this creature which was approximately to size of a toddler but much less chubby. his knife barley grazed the small creature as it jumped back his knife went soaring over its head, seeing the chance the creature ran inside of Benedict''s knife range and stabbed randomly.


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    "OW FUCKING LITTLE GREEN SHIT I DON''T LIKE BEING ON THE RECEIVING END!" (Benedict) Benedict was seething in rage at all the little creatures attempts at killing him repeatedly stabbing into his skin and pulling out, the knife was not long enough to injure him badly as the handle took up around 2/3rds of the whole thing the creature also got unlucky missing all the artery''s or things that could hurt him badly, his fat also helped protect him and although he will never admit it without being the fat ass he was he probably would of died from the creatures murder attempt.


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    Benedict went for a swing again this time he accounted for the size difference and planned to stop around the creatures neck. as he swung the creature jumped back, Benedict managed to stop his swing in front of the creatures neck so when it jumped back he thrust forward with all his might.


    <table><tbody><tr><td>Fatal blow dealt:</td></tr><tr><td>-20hp + extreme blood loss.</td></tr></tbody></table>


    Benedict was disgusted by the feeling of his kitchen knife entering the creatures throat but immediately destroyed his disgust with a single thought. [So this is the new world? Not as nice as I would of liked but if it was nicer then anyone could survive.] the blue screens that appeared through out the fight did not piss him off as he could see through them as if they were not there at all, a strange event indeed.


    *Ding*


    <table><tbody><tr><td>Blood loss damage dealt:</td></tr><tr><td>(5xVatality) -20hp</td></tr></tbody></table>


    <table><tbody><tr><td>Level up:</td></tr><tr><td>For being the first to level up you gained +3 to all stats, +title(s): The Progenitor, +Skill(s): Inventory, +Ability(s): Speed Prodigy</td></tr><tr><td>Effect''s of:</td></tr><tr><td>Title: The Progenitor


    The effect of being caleld the progenitor of the system users is unknown however it will undoubtedly grant bonuses.</td></tr><tr><td>Skill: Inventory         Rank:S


    The effect of the skill inventory is currently negligible as it is at a low level.


    +Storage of the equivalent of a liter.


    +Storage of the equivalent of a cubic foot (12x12x12 inches)


    Level:  Basic lv1         experience: 0.00%


    </td></tr><tr><td>Ability: Speed Prodigy         Rank:S


    This skill is granted to those prodigy that surpass prodigies with talent that can not be measured as no one can keep up with the speed they improve.


    +10 times Learning speed


    +10 times Exp


    +2x skill effectiveness (Half mana consumption stamina etc)


    Level: Master lv10         Experience: 100.00%


    </td></tr></tbody></table>


    Benedict was astonished less then a minute into his experience with his new world and he was over powered as fuck in his eyes anyway and the skill speed prodigy would make him level up 10 times faster then anyone else, noticing the fact that there was likely a menu or some kind of status screen he immediately decided to check.


    "Status!" (Benedict) He said excitedly but nothing happened.


    "I call upon thee o'' mighty status screen show me my level, skills, stats and ability''s." (Benedict) He decided to change his way of speaking to more questioning like he would kindly like to know how strong he is.


    Surprisingly it worked.


    *Ding*


    {AN. OK good time to put a cliffhanger I thinks, if anyone can teach me how to make a table with different amounts of columns for each row I would be grateful, what I mean is something like this, http://royalroadl.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14199</a> the status screen in that chapter <3 bea release more often.}