My eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the bright, clear blue sky above. "Where am I?" I muttered.
"Host, you are in Teyvat."
I tensed. "Who are you?" I asked, my gaze darting around, searching for the source of the voice.
"Host, no need to look around. I am part of you."
"What do you mean?" I pressed, confusion clouding my mind.
"I am a part of your soul. When you arrived here, I came with you. Think of me as a guide."
A strange calm settled over me as I processed the information, my mind racing through possibilities. "Then, where is this Teyvat, and why don't I remember anything?"
"Teyvat is the world you are currently in. As for your memories, when you were choosing your powers using your karma, you overlooked a crucial factor: your past."
"Choosing my powers?" I questioned, lifting a brow.
"To be brief, you died and arrived before a god. You possessed enough karma to reincarnate with powers of your choosing, but in the process, you neglected to factor in your memories."
My eyes widened in disbelief. This was a lot to take in. "So, is this Teyvat dangerous?" I asked, a knot forming in my stomach.
"Yes, Host. There are people and monsters here that could overpower you with ease."
"Wait, monsters?!" I exclaimed, exasperation creeping into my voice. "Why did I choose this world?!"
"You do not have to worry. With me here, everything will be fine. Unless you die before I can assist you."
My eyes snapped open wide, my body tensing. "What?! What assistance? Give it to me now!" I demanded, a surge of panic rising within me.
"Host, calm down. Currently, there is no danger within a mile radius."
I let out a shaky sigh, trying to regain my composure. "Okay, what is this assistance?" I asked, my voice still laced with urgency.
"My creator anticipated such a situation and decided to bestow a small gift upon you. Please claim it."
As the system spoke, several translucent screens materialized before me, each displaying a different option.
I stared at them, a new wave of confusion washing over me. "What is this?"
"You can choose one of these as your class. You will then be given armor and a weapon according to your selection."
Class Selection
I began to read through the options, considering each one carefully.
Swordsman: A master of bladed combat, the Swordsman stands as a formidable force on any battlefield. More than just a warrior, they embody skill, precision, and often, a deep connection to their chosen weapon. While some may favor brute strength, a true swordsman understands the elegant dance of steel, using footwork, parries, and perfectly timed strikes to overcome their foes.
Lancer: A master of the long weapon, the Lancer is a martial combatant who specializes in polearms, most notably the lance. While often associated with chivalric knights and thundering cavalry charges, the Lancer's true strength lies in their ability to control the battlefield, strike from a distance, and deliver devastating, pinpoint thrusts.
Mage: The Mage (also often known as a Wizard, Sorcerer, Archmage, or Spellcaster) is a master of arcane energies, wielding powerful magic to bend reality, unleash elemental fury, or manipulate the minds of their foes. Unlike warriors who rely on steel or rogues who depend on stealth, the Mage's strength lies in their intellect, their knowledge of ancient lore, and their command over the very fabric of existence.
Assassin: The Assassin is the silent harbinger of death, a master of stealth, deception, and the swift, decisive strike. They are not frontline warriors, but rather a surgical instrument, meticulously planning their approach to eliminate high-value targets with efficiency and often, without ever being seen. Their art is precision, their canvas is the shadows, and their masterpiece is a flawless kill.
Tank: The Tank is the unyielding bulwark of any adventuring party, a steadfast protector who stands between danger and their allies. Their primary role is to absorb damage, draw enemy aggression, and control the flow of battle, ensuring that more vulnerable party members (like Mages and Rogues) can operate safely and effectively. They are the immovable object, the unbreakable shield, and the relentless distraction.
Archer: The Archer is a master of ranged combat, a keen-eyed marksman who delivers death and disruption from a distance. While others close in for melee, the Archer rains down a relentless volley of arrows, finding vital weaknesses and controlling the battlefield from afar. Their strength lies not in brute force or arcane power, but in precision, agility, and a profound understanding of trajectories and wind.
Berserker: The Berserker is a living storm of fury and primal aggression, a warrior who discards conventional defense for overwhelming offense. They revel in the chaos of battle, entering a frenzied state where pain is ignored, and only the destruction of their enemies matters. More akin to a force of nature than a disciplined soldier, the Berserker is a terrifying sight on the battlefield, charging headlong into the thickest fighting.
I quickly ruled out Berserker, Tank, and Mage. I knew I wanted to be able to move quickly if I needed to escape a dangerous situation. Then, for some reason, my mind flat-out refused to consider Assassin or Archer; I couldn't imagine myself fighting from afar or acting like a "rat."
That left only the Lancer and the Swordsman. I contemplated the choice. While the Swordsman was a solid choice, the Lancer's reach was incredibly appealing. But then I considered the downside: what if someone got too close? A spear wouldn't be as effective up close.
I kept pondering, weighing the pros and cons, but eventually, I went with my gut.
Click.
"You have chosen Lancer. The appropriate equipment has been sent to your inventory."
I paused. "Where is my inventory?" I asked.
"Just say inventory, Host."
"Inventory," I muttered. A new screen popped up, displaying a few items: a set of armor and a spear. I clicked on the armor first.
Equip? Y/N
I clicked yes, and suddenly, the armor appeared on my body. "Wow," I said in amazement, looking myself over. It was a well-fitted, practical set, clearly designed for mobility.
I then turned my attention back to the spear and equipped it. It felt sturdy and balanced in my hands. "Not bad," I muttered, giving it a few experimental twirls.
"Host, you should check your status."
I looked up from the spear and nodded. "Status," I commanded.
My Status
A new screen materialized, displaying my character sheet. As I stared at it, I frowned.
Name: ???????
"Hey, why are my name question marks?" I asked.
"Since this is a new life, it is only proper that you get a new name."
I rubbed my chin. "You're right," I stated. "What should my name be? I don't really have anything to…" My gaze drifted back to my newly acquired spear, and inspiration struck.
"I've decided. My new name will be Lance."
I looked back at the screen; the name had already changed. I nodded, a small smile forming on my face. Then, I focused on my stats.
Lance
Strength: 5Dexterity: 6Constitution: 5Intelligence: 3Charisma: 9
Note: The average person has a stat of 5.
"Woah, I guess I'm above average," I mused. "But why is my intelligence so low?"
"Host, you must note that the max intelligence is 15 and the max charisma is 10, while Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution can go up to 100. As for your intelligence, it's because right now the information you possess is not even as much as a normal child here."
My mouth twitched, a mix of annoyance and amusement.
"You don't have to worry, Host. You can gain more intelligence when you learn more things."
My eyes then widened. "Wait, before you said that my Charisma is 9 and the max is 10?" I said, a glimmer of hope.
"Yes, Host. This means that you are handsome."
I smiled. At least something good had finally happened.
Skills
Thrust: A precise, linear strike aimed at an opponent.
Description: This fundamental Lancer skill allows for rapid and focused penetration of an enemy's defenses. It's a quick, efficient attack that excels at targeting weak points and exploiting gaps.
Effect: Delivers a single, piercing blow with your equipped polearm. Damage scales with Strength and weapon attack. Low stamina cost.
Dash: Grants a burst of intense speed, propelling you rapidly forward.
Description: A swift and agile movement skill, "Dash" allows the Lancer to quickly close distances, evade incoming attacks, or reposition on the battlefield. It leverages your inherent agility and control over momentum.
Effect: Consumes a small amount of stamina to execute a rapid forward lunge. Provides a brief moment of increased evasion during its execution. Can be used to interrupt certain enemy abilities or escape unfavorable engagements.
I read each skill description carefully. "Thrust... that's the core of a spear user, I guess," I muttered. "And Dash... good for getting in and out quickly. That fits with my desire to be fast."
"These seem pretty basic," I commented to the system. "Are these all I get?"
"For now, Host, these are your foundational skills as a Lancer. As you gain experience and grow stronger, you will unlock new skills, improve existing ones, and even discover more advanced techniques unique to your class."
"So, I can learn more?" I asked, a flicker of excitement.
"Indeed. Many skills are learned through combat, observation, or even by discovering ancient texts or teachings. Your journey in Teyvat will be one of continuous learning and growth."
I nodded, feeling a spark of determination. "Right. So, what's next? What do I do now?" I looked around, the clear blue sky still stretching endlessly above me. The wind rustled through unseen foliage, a gentle, foreign sound.
"You need to familiarize yourself with your new body and your weapon, Host. Practice your movements. Understand your abilities. Then, you must find civilization. Teyvat is vast, and dangers lurk. It is wise to seek knowledge and allies."
"Find civilization, huh?" I tested the weight of the spear in my hand, feeling its balance. The armor felt surprisingly light, not hindering my movement at all. "Sounds like a plan." I took a deep breath, the scent of fresh air filling my lungs. This was it. A new world, a new life, and a completely unknown future. I had a name, a class, and a vague sense of direction. It was a start.
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