I knew it would happen.
As long as you want it badly enough, everything is possible.
A warm breeze slid across my skin, carrying the scent of flowers I couldn't even name—like someone spilled an entire perfume store across the valley. Mountains rose in the distance, but they weren't dull, gray, or craggy like the ones back home. These shimmered with streaks of gold, their peaks glowing as if someone turned the saturation slider all the way up. The trees looked like they'd been juicing at the gym, thick trunks flexing with leaves that practically glowed neon. Even the grass sparkled greener than Earth's best golf course.
I inhaled deeply. The air itself tasted alive, fizzing like soda bubbles on my tongue. I laughed under my breath.
This place… is perfect.
"Fuck yeah! I'm in another world!"
I spun in place, arms out like a kid in a candy store, before punching my fist into the sky.
"Time to make this world my bitch!"
System Voice: Welcome, Reis Yale. Would you still like me to refer to you by your original name?
I froze mid-grin. "Who the fuck is talking to me right now? Show yourself."
I am Status. You could say I'm a voice in your head.
"Fantastic. First day in another world and I'm already hearing voices. What is this, a schizophrenic skill? Whatever. I'm in another world, baby!"
The sapphire sky stretched endlessly above me, no clouds, no smog, no airplanes leaving streaks. The grass swayed in the wind, sweet like sugar.
Actually, Reis, there is no such 'Schizophrenic' skill. I'm here to guide you to becoming the strongest in this world. Isn't that still your goal?
I scratched my cheek, smirking. Figures. Every fantasy protagonist gets a system. I was just waiting for mine to pipe up.
"I get it now. I've read enough manga to understand your purpose. Glad to have you on board, Status. Now tell me where the closest town and guild are. I'm itching for an adventure."
Three and a half miles north lies Braveheart, the largest city on this continent. Sprint up this road and you'll be there in no time. Would you like to know your skills?
"Fuck yeah I do. Hit me with the good stuff."
Skills:
– Infinite Stamina: You never tire.
– Disciple of War: You have mastery over all forms of combat.
A surge of energy crashed through me like espresso injected straight into my veins. My muscles twitched, my fists begged for violence.
A thunderous roar shattered the peaceful air. HROOOAARGH!
I grinned. "Sounds strong. Perfect. Let's see what my overpowered ass can do."
Dust exploded as I leaped forward, the earth cracking beneath my steps.
"Status, what's my stats?"
Strength: 50
Precision: 50
Intelligence: 50
Vitality: 50
Speed: 50
"All 50's across the board, huh. Out of how much?"
Infinity.
That's what I'm talking about.
Trees blurred past me, the wind screaming in my ears. Another roar shook the woods, closer now, vibrating my bones with excitement.
And then I saw it: glowing eyes in the shadows.
A massive orc lumbered into the clearing, muscles bulging, skin like baked leather, a tree-sized club slung over one shoulder. For a moment, it looked badass… until I noticed the drool dripping down its chin and the fact that one tusk was shorter than the other, making it look permanently confused.
I squinted. "Bro, what the fuck. This is lame. You're lame. A club? Really? Of course it's a club. Couldn't even bring a sword? Fantasy world, do better."
Still, my fists itched. I grinned wide.
"Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers. Come on then, ugly. Let's dance. Don't worry—I'll lead."
I knew it would happen.
As long as you want it badly enough, everything is possible.
A warm breeze slid across my skin, carrying the scent of flowers I couldn't even name—like someone spilled an entire perfume store across the valley. Mountains rose in the distance, but they weren't dull, gray, or craggy like the ones back home. These shimmered with streaks of gold, their peaks glowing as if someone turned the saturation slider all the way up. The trees looked like they'd been juicing at the gym, thick trunks flexing with leaves that practically glowed neon. Even the grass sparkled greener than Earth's best golf course.
I inhaled deeply. The air itself tasted alive, fizzing like soda bubbles on my tongue. I laughed under my breath.
This place… is perfect.
"Fuck yeah! I'm in another world!"
I spun in place, arms out like a kid in a candy store, before punching my fist into the sky.
"Time to make this world my bitch!"
System Voice: Welcome, Reis Yale. Would you still like me to refer to you by your original name?
I froze mid-grin. "Who the fuck is talking to me right now? Show yourself."
I am Status. You could say I'm a voice in your head.
"Fantastic. First day in another world and I'm already hearing voices. What is this, a schizophrenic skill? Whatever. I'm in another world, baby!"
The sapphire sky stretched endlessly above me, no clouds, no smog, no airplanes leaving streaks. The grass swayed in the wind, sweet like sugar.
Actually, Reis, there is no such 'Schizophrenic' skill. I'm here to guide you to becoming the strongest in this world. Isn't that still your goal?
I scratched my cheek, smirking. Figures. Every fantasy protagonist gets a system. I was just waiting for mine to pipe up.
"I get it now. I've read enough manga to understand your purpose. Glad to have you on board, Status. Now tell me where the closest town and guild are. I'm itching for an adventure."
Three and a half miles north lies Braveheart, the largest city on this continent. Sprint up this road and you'll be there in no time. Would you like to know your skills?
"Fuck yeah I do. Hit me with the good stuff."
Skills:
– Infinite Stamina: You never tire.
– Disciple of War: You have mastery over all forms of combat.
A surge of energy crashed through me like espresso injected straight into my veins. My muscles twitched, my fists begged for violence.
A thunderous roar shattered the peaceful air. HROOOAARGH!
I grinned. "Sounds strong. Perfect. Let's see what my overpowered ass can do."
Dust exploded as I leaped forward, the earth cracking beneath my steps.
"Status, what's my stats?"
Strength: 50
Precision: 50
Intelligence: 50
Vitality: 50
Speed: 50
"All 50's across the board, huh. Out of how much?"
Infinity.
That's what I'm talking about.
Trees blurred past me, the wind screaming in my ears. Another roar shook the woods, closer now, vibrating my bones with excitement.
And then I saw it: glowing eyes in the shadows.
A massive orc lumbered into the clearing, muscles bulging, skin like baked leather, a tree-sized club slung over one shoulder. For a moment, it looked badass… until I noticed the drool dripping down its chin and the fact that one tusk was shorter than the other, making it look permanently confused.
I squinted. "Bro, what the fuck. This is lame. You're lame. A club? Really? Of course it's a club. Couldn't even bring a sword? Fantasy world, do better."
Still, my fists itched. I grinned wide.
"Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers. Come on then, ugly. Let's dance. Don't worry—I'll lead."