The new MMORPG: Sanctuary, had just been released and was about to begin in five minutes. As I lay back in the high-tech comfort of my gaming capsule, I couldn't stop my thoughts from spiraling.
The developers had made some big promises: that the game would be a fully immersive, a second-life sandbox experience. That its realism would be like nothing ever seen before, that time would flow fifteen times faster than in the real world, meaning one hour out here was fifteen in there, and most importantly, at least to me, they promised free rein on character creation. The Beta testers even showed that they were able to create a character as a butterfly.
Like millions of others, I'd bought the capsule, signed the waiver, and waited for the countdown to reach zero.
The moment it did, my consciousness dropped into a sea of darkness, weightless, silent, and cold. Then, in a flash of blinding light, I found myself standing in a vast, empty white room, sterile and quiet except for one thing: a glowing, golden status window floating in the air in front of me.
| Welcome, Player, to Sanctuary. Please enter the name you would like to go by in this world. Then you will be able to customize your character. |
A soothing female voice read out the text from the window as well.
Without hesitation, I typed in my go-to gaming name: Scarlett.
| Name accepted. Would you like to enter a last name? This will alter your starting point in this world. |
That's new. I shrugged and typed in the last name of a character from a fanfiction I had been reading.
| Last name accepted. You will now be known as Scarlett Ashborn. Please create your character. There are no restrictions on customization, though your character must remain the same gender as in real life.|
Perfect, this is what I had been waiting for.
"System, I know you said there are no restrictions in character creation, and that's awesome, but there is one thing I have to know before I start this game. Is sex and R-18 stuff allowed in this game?"
|Yes, as advertised, this game is a second life; it just contains more magic and adventure. Anything that you could do in the real world, you can do in the game.|
I couldn't prevent the perverted grin that appeared on my face.
"Perfect."
"Scan my body right now and show me what my status would be without changing anything, then we will get started on my character creation."
|Scanning|
|Scan complete. Here is your base character sheet with no alterations or class selected.|
|Name: Scarlett Ashborn|
|Gender: Futanari|
|Race: Human|
|Titles:
|Job:
|Level: 1|
|Exp: 0/200|
|HP: 50/50|
|MP: 20/20|
|Rank: F|
|Threat Level: Low|
|Str: 15|
|Con: 13|
|Agi: 20|
|Int: 15|
|Chr: 20|
|Luck: 10|
|Will: 30|
|Attribute Points: 0|
|Inventory: 0/1000|
"Ok, not bad for a human, I guess. Now we are going to do some serious editing. System, just so you can help me achieve my goals, I'm going to let you know that I am a huge pervert. I want to create a race that has an inate skill that lets me transform into any inanimate object I can picture or see, it can't be bigger or hold more mass than I am, but I would easily be able to transform into a bra or panties, there should also be no time limit on this skill because it is a racial ability."
|Understood, you want to create a race that focuses on becoming inanimate objects, specifically focused on female clothing, and has no time limit on this skill, is that correct?|
"Yes, but no, that is definitely what I will be using it for if I can, but mainly I just want a race that allows me to transform into inanimate objects, be it clothing, swords, a chair, or a pair of silk panties," I said with a perverted grin.
|Thank you for clarifying. I will generate a race with these specifications in mind and merge it with your current human form.|
|Character created|
|Status|
|Name: Scarlett Ashborn|
|Gender: Futanari|
|Race: Stillkin|
|Titles:
|Job:
|Level: 1|
|Exp: 0/200|
|HP: 100/100|
|MP: 50/50|
|Rank: E|
|Threat Level: Medium|
|Str: 16|
|Con: 100|
|Agi: 15|
|Int: 15|
|Chr: 25|
|Luck: 10|
|Will: 30|
|Attribute Points: 0|
|Inventory: 0/1000|
|Magic:
|Skills:
|Job Skills:
|Racial Skills: False Form: (Click for Information) Subtle Shift: (Click for information) Endless Mimicry: (Click for information)
I immediately clicked on the skills for more information.
|Racial Skill Information: False Form (Passive): Freely transform into any nonliving, non-magical object equal to or less than the current body mass.
Endless Mimicry (Passive): No time limit on object transformation. Can maintain object form indefinitely. Subtle Shift (Active/Passive Hybrid): Slightly alters object form to produce hidden effects, like pricking spikes, distracting patterns, or shifting textures, that can surprise or discomfort those who interact with it. Instantly activated with no cast time.
"Damn, that's awesome. Let's continue working on the race, then I will alter the appearance. Actually. If I am creating a new character and I'm pretty sure a new race, I'll write a history on the race, and then you can flush out some of the details of the race and character."
|Understood.|
After a few minutes of thinking about what I wanted this new race's history to be and rewriting it half a dozen times in my head, I finally decided on a halfway decent history that I was happy with and typed it into the race bio window that had appeared as we were creating my race/character.
|Here is the history of the Stillkin: The Stillkin weren't born, they were made. Not by design, but through chaos: divine misfires, botched rituals, cursed items meant to last forever. Souls torn from their bodies were crammed into weapons, armor, jewelry, anything that could hold a trace of magic. What should've been eternal prisons twisted into something else. From that endless pain and torment came the Stillkin: beings forged of memory, identity, and mimicry.
At first, they were trapped, echoes stuck inside silent objects. But some were stubborn. They learned to claw back shape, build a body, walk, speak, and live. Now they move through the world like anyone else, wearing humanoid forms shaped by will. But, the object still lives beneath their skin. With a thought, they can shift into any object they want. They can make a sword sprout barbs in the wielder's hand, turn a bedroll into a maw, or turn a bra into a torturous spike-tipped mouth. Most people don't know they exist. And the ones who do? They whisper about ghosts in armor, tools with opinions, and beings that are almost real.|
"Yeah, I like that, I like that a lot. Now let's work on my character; I want to have a sexy Amazonian body with a huge cock, pale white skin, and the biggest boobs ever, like the size of giant watermelons. Bright blue eyes and long, flowing, wavy black hair. I should also have a slim waist, wide hips, and juicy thighs."
After an hour or so of micro adjustments to my character, I was finally happy, the character I had created was amazing, and I was able to give her some E Rank clothing, which made her look so fucking hot. I can't wait to be her.
|Character created, have a pleasant gaming experience.|
As soon as those words were spoken, the world flashed, and my real body disappeared. I was now standing in the body I had made; it was a glorious feeling. Before I could get used to it, though, a new prompt appeared.
|Greetings, Scarlett Ashborn. Now that you have created your character, you will be placed into the world.|
There was another flash of light, and I found myself standing before a giant mansion that looked like it had been abandoned. There were scorch marks, rubble, and one half of the mansion's wall was just gone. I also seemed to be surrounded by towering trees, and I could hear water rushing around me, so I assumed there was a river somewhere near me.
|Dear Player, because you gave your character a last name, you have spawned in front of an abandoned mansion. What you find and what it contains is up to you to find. Unlike other players who just gave themselves a first name, are placed in a beginner village, you have been placed in this mansion. If you die, you will respawn here. You have also been given the privilege of being able to leave and find a city whenever you want, unlike other single-name players who have to reach level 10 before leaving their villages. This mansion is the reward for giving yourself a last name. What you find and choose to do with it are up to you. We hope you have a pleasant gaming experience and enjoy playing Empire of the Gods.|
After reading that, I immediately wanted to start exploring the dilapidated mansion in front of me, but first I had to look at my stats.
"Status."
|Status|
|Name: Scarlett Ashborn|
|Gender: Futanari|
|Race: Stillkin|
|Titles:
|Job:
|Level: 1|
|Exp: 0/200|
|HP: 100/100|
|MP: 50/50|
|Rank: E|
|Threat Level: Medium|
|Str: 16|
|Con: 100|
|Agi: 15|
|Int: 15|
|Chr: 35|
|Luck: 10|
|Will: 30|
|Attribute Points: 15|
|Inventory: 0/1000|
|Clothes/Armor: E-Rank Beginners Loin Cloth, E-Rank Beginners Bra, E-Rank Beginners Boots, E-Rank Beginners Gloves|
|Magic:N/A
|Skills: Inspect: You can glean information about things 50 Levels above yourself.
|Job Skills:N/A
|Racial Skills: False Form (Passive): Freely transform into any nonliving, non-magical object equal to or less than the current body mass.
Endless Mimicry (Passive): No time limit on object transformation. Can maintain object form indefinitely. Subtle Shift (Active/Passive Hybrid): Slightly alters object form to produce hidden effects, like pricking spikes, distracting patterns, or shifting textures, that can surprise or discomfort those who interact with it. Instantly activated with no cast time.|