Being reincarnated is a wonderful experience most people from Earth wish to experience. I, of course, was one of them. Well, I did want to reincarnate—
A huge boulder slammed into the ground as a large troll ran around, swinging its club while people's screams echoed.
BUT NOT LIKE THIS. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I JUST GOT REINCARNATED. DON'T YOU THINK I SHOULD GET A BREATHER?
Dilek ran from the charging troll as he heard a man shouting:
"MY FRIENDS, WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN A CHANCE TO ESCAPE EARTH! TODAY, WE WON'T FALTER! IT'S JUST A SINGLE TROLL AND HUNDREDS OF US. WE WILL WIN! CHARGE WITH MEEEEE!"
A huge group of people screamed:
"HELL YEA, WE GOT THIS!"
"RAHHHHHHHH!"
"IS THIS THE FANTASY EQUIVALENT TO 100 HUMANS VS 1 GORILLA?"
"LET'S GOOOOOO!"
"AIM FOR HIS LEGS!"
'What the hell are they doing?' The group of people charged, only to be crushed by the troll, which slipped on the ground. 'There is no way we are even winning. That thing is like 10 feet tall! Well I guess… it's probably better to fight than get killed eventually.'
Dilek's head lifted as he saw a huge barrier trapping them inside. Ahead, dozens of people were slamming against the golden wall, screaming to be let out.
'It's no use. I doubt the barrier will open if the troll is alive… If I'm right, then that troll is like the tutorial quest. Without clearing it, we cannot leave. STILL, ISN'T THE DIFFICULTY TOO HIGH?'
The troll swung its club down, but it slipped from its hand and flew straight toward Dilek.
"WHAT THE HELLLLLL—NOPE, NOPE, NOPE! I'LL JUST WAIT FOR OTHERS TO CLEAR IT!"
"IT LOST ITS CLUB, CHARGGEEEEEEE!" screamed a man in a pink K-pop shirt and shorts. Hearing him, several men and women ran toward the troll, which was now slamming the ground randomly.
A man suddenly dropped on all fours and growled before charging at the troll.
"WHAT ARE YOU, A DOG?"
The man leapt—and was immediately kicked away by the troll.
'C'monnnn, how do we beat it? If only we had a stat window—'
Suddenly, a stat window popped up in front of Dilek.
'Wow… that was convenient. Hm… holy shit, my stats are trash.'
Strength: 3
Durability: 2
Speed: 5
Intelligence: 5
Endurance: 4
Passive Skills: Hunched Back (debuff), Phone Addiction (debuff), Delusional (debuff), Ugly (debuff)
Class: Lying Scum
'HELL YOU MEAN UGLY AND DELUSIONAL? WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE SKILLS EVEN? I DON'T EVEN HAVE A HUNCHED BACK!'
Dielk's eyes flickered down as he saw the class name.
'Class… Lying Scum? What in the world does that even mean? Uhhh, Expand class details'
Class: Lying Scum
Passive Ability: Naturally Good Liar
Main Ability: Anything you say becomes the truth if enough people believe it (the more ridiculous the lie, the more people need to believe it).
BP: 0
'Woah, isn't that overpowered? All I need is for people to believe me? Oh, that's easy…... Hell, if this is true, can't I just take any class I want? I'll just lie that I have a Berserker class and get it if they believe me. Also, that last part… if I need enough people… but where?'
Dilek looked around and noticed a lot of people shouting their skills while attacking the troll.
'Guess they discovered it as well. Huehuehue, they don't know I'm the most overpowered here.'
"Hey… you… the one with the ugly laugh."
A soft noise of someone in pain came from behind. Dilek turned and saw a chubby boy on the ground, bleeding from his leg.
"Please… save me."
'Huh? Oh shit, he's dying. Look at all that blood. Oh wait… this is it, my first target. All I have to do is appear like a saint in front of him. I'll say I'm a cleric. Hopefully I'll get a class skill.'
Dilek rushed forward, got on his knees, and asked, "Are you alright?"
"Do I look alright to you?" the boy said weakly.
"I'm a cleric. Don't worry, I'll help you." Dilek put his hands on the boy's wounds. "That's it. I can heal you."
A minute later—
"Is something happening?" the boy asked, weaker now.
'Of course,' Dilek smiled softly. 'Your wound is closing up.'
"Oh fuck, what the hell do I do? I didn't get shit. Now how do I heal him? Wait… does he even believe me?"
"Hey fa— I mean, sir, do you feel warm? That's because my healing is working on you."
"Warm? Wait, were you about to call me fat? My name's Marcus. Call me that. Never mind… I feel cold actually. Are you sure it's working?"
'Technical difficulties, sir.' Dilek grabbed Marcus's leg and started pinching the wound.
"AGHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" Marcus screamed.
Dilek laughed softly. "Ohoho, don't worry. It's just the side effects of healing. You can feel warm, right?"
"ARE YOU SURE YOU AREN'T PINCHING ME?"
'So, is it warm?' Dilek asked.
Marcus noticed the cold smile on Dilek's face and quickly said, "OF COURSE I FEEL WARM. OH YEAH, IT'S HEALED, TOTALLY HEALED!"
BP: 1
Skill Acquired: Painful Healer (Activated)
Dilek let go and smiled. "Look at that, Marcus. It's healed."
Marcus looked down at his leg as he sat up. "Oh yeah… it hurt a lot though."
"That's how healing works, Marcus," Dilek said with a saintly smile, helping him up. "Marcus, let's save people. I was given this god-given ability, this one-in-a-million gift to help others."
"Isn't cleric like the most common class in fantasy tropes?" Marcus asked.
Dilek glared at him. Marcus immediately broke into a sweat. "O-of course, we should help people with your god-given, one-in-a-million power!"
Dilek smiled. "That's my boy. We were reincarnated for this. We're going to be at the top."
"Reincarnated? Uh… Dilek, was it? Well, we aren't reincarnated… Reincarnation is when we die and are reborn in another body as a baby. That didn't happen to us."
Dilek stared at him. 'Shit, he's right…'
"Well, we did get transmigrated."
"Not even that, Dilek. Transmigration is when our soul travels into another person's body. It's a subtle difference, but it's different."
"Oh yeah? Then what's the term for it, genius?"
"Transposition. It's when the body and the soul both get transported. That's what happened to us—"
"GRAHHHHHHH!"
The troll screamed loudly. The two flinched as it charged at them.
"OH HELL NO!" Dilek ran as Marcus stumbled behind, trying to keep up.
The troll's eyes locked on Marcus.
'Hahahahaha, it's running after him! I can get away, let's go!'
Marcus screamed, then suddenly sprinted past Dilek—who had slipped.
"MARCUSSSS, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! MARCUSSSS!" Dilek screamed, scrambling behind a rock.
There, a girl was already crouching, her slightly dark skin glowing with sweat, her shocked gaze locked on him. She quietly hissed:
"WHY DID YOU COME HERE WHEN YOU WERE BEING FOLLOWED, YOU STUPID FU—"