(Sup it's ya boy here dropping a new story…. Anyway just a little AN to let you know what to expect. I thought writing a gamer fic would be fun… I was wrong. It turns out reading is a lot more fun than writing them. That being said this is still a gamer fic but it can be a little inconsistent with system stuff, it's mostly fine. It also ends up being a bit gamer lite as chapters go on with a focus on Gacha, skills and traits. And less actual stats. You'll see what I mean if you read.)
I have nearly completed 40 chapters of this btw that's 150,000 words or so. Wooo. Sub to my pat if you wanna read them all.
Let's go.
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The void was an endless pit of jack shit. No light, no sound, just a thick, choking black that swallowed everything. He floated or maybe stood; who could tell when there was no floor, no weight, nothing to grab onto? A dull throb in his chest was the only hint he wasn't dead… or maybe he was, and this was some fucked-up afterlife. He waved a hand, fingers cutting through the emptiness, meeting no resistance, no air, no nothing.
'Where am I?'
The question stabbed at him. He squinted into the dark, waiting for a memory to spark—some crumb of a life to tell him what the hell this was. Nothing came. His mind was a blank slate, scrubbed raw, and the harder he pushed, the more it slipped away. His breath hitched, though he couldn't hear it, couldn't feel it move. Panic coiled in his gut like a snake.
'Who am I?'
He shut his eyes—or maybe opened them wider, fuck if he knew—and clawed at the fog in his head. A kid's laugh, a fist to the jaw, the burn of sweat in his eyes—something, anything. It was like chasing a shadow in a storm. He pictured a muddy field, a blade in hand, rain soaking his skin. Nothing stuck. His past was a ghost, and he was a stranger in his own skull. He wanted to yell, to break something, but there was nothing to break. Before he could lose his shit entirely, a cold, flat voice sliced through the void. It wasn't a sound—more like words stamped into his brain, dry and lifeless.
[System Activation Initiated. Welcome.]
He froze, head tilting like he could pin it down. A screen flickered into being—a slab of pale light cutting the dark. Words glowed on it, plain as dirt.
[Do you accept the System? Y/N]
He stared, the question sinking in slow. 'System? What's that supposed to mean?' His pulse raced—or he thought it did; he couldn't feel a damn thing here. The screen sat there, unmoving, offering no hints. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came—the void ate it alive. 'What else am I gonna do? Rot here?' It was something, at least. He focused on the "Y" and shoved his will at it.
The screen pulsed.
[System Accepted. Initializing.]
The text faded, replaced by a new block.
[Identity: Unknown. Memories: Locked. Status: New User.]
'Locked?' The word hooked in his mind, heavy as iron. He grabbed at it, trying to pry it open, but the System rolled on, ignoring him.
[Memories sealed due to world integration. Target world difficulty: Nightmare Mode. Choices randomized. Memory fragments recoverable based on situational triggers.]
[Due to Nightmare Mode being selected Player will not receive [Gamer Body] or [Gamer Mind]
'Nightmare Mode? Randomized? No gamer body?What the hell?' His thoughts spun. Was he being dumped into some shithole with no say? And fragments, did that mean bits of himself would just drop in whenever the world felt like it? He didn't know if that was hope or a kick in the teeth.
[Displaying Status.]
A wider screen flared up, text laid out in a grid. Half of it was greyed out, like a page half-torn.
——-
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STATUS MENU
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Name: [?????]
Class: [?????]
Heritage: [?????]
Age: 16
Level: 1
Title(s): [None]
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COMBAT ATTRIBUTES
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Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Constitution: 1
Intelligence: 1
Perception: 1
Luck: 1
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'Those are laughably low stats.'
[Starting Stats are allocated when a Class is selected]
'I wonder if I get to pick my class,' he thought to himself.
[Classes are randomized.]
'Wait, what? I don't get to choose?"
[Perk System Initialized. Perks gained via Quests, Tokens, or Milestones. Three random Perks assigned now. Two negative Perks assigned. Spin now? Y/N]
'Random again. Figures.' He sighed. "Fine, spin it."
[Spinning Perks.]
The screen blurred, words whipping by. It jerked to a stop.
[Perk Gained: Comely]
You've got the kind of face that gets you smiled at, flirted with, and forgiven for things you probably shouldn't be.
'Huh, not terrible.' A good face might talk him out of a beating, or into a bed. He nodded. "Spin again."
[Spinning.]
[Perk Gained: Sword Prodigy]
You wield a blade like it belongs in your hand. Faster learning speed, tighter reflexes, and better execution with swords. you'll be the next Jaime Lannister!
'Who the fuck is Jaime Lannister?'
Though he still grinned, a dry chuckle in his head. 'Now that's more like it.' Being a prodigy with a sword would be great, though it gave him a sneaking suspicion that whatevernworld he was going to would be dangerous. "One more."
[Spinning.]
[Perk Gained: Sharp Ears]
Your hearing is unnaturally acute. You can detect faint sounds, whispers, movement—even from across the room.
'How good is that?' He paused. Hearing trouble before it hit could save his ass—footsteps, whispers in the dark. Joel had that, hadn't he? Pretty good ability in the game when it came to clickers.
'Wait...'
'Who's Joel?'
He shook his head, putting that thought to the back of his mind for now and moved on. "Negative ones now," he said. Bracing himself.
[Spinning Negative Perks.]
[Negative Perk Gained: Weak Gut]
Low resistance to spoiled food, rot, disease, and stress. Susceptible to nausea and vomiting.
[Negative Perk Gained: Clumsy Fingers]
Fine motor skills are lacking. You struggle with anything requiring delicate precision—like lockpicking, crafting, or stitching.
"Ugh, really?" he grumbled. "Weak Gut I can work on, but Clumsy Fingerz? That's a kick in the balls." The screen vanished.
[Heritage Randomization Initiated. Maternal and Paternal Lines Assigned.]
[Maternal Heritage: Valyrian Blood]
- Description: Silver-haired crazies in your veins, dream of dragons which more often than not end in madness. Small chance to Tame a Dragon. (If you can find one).
[Paternal Heritage: Stormlands Blood]
- Description: Built like a brick shithouse with a temper to match, courtesy of daddy dearest. Though it seems to have slipped a generation for you.
'Hell yeah, dragons!' He smirked. A shot at taming a beast like that? The madness risk was a gamble he'd take—sounded fun.
[Finalizing. Class Randomization Next.]
[Class will be randomized. Upon completion, you will enter the target world. Age retained from prior death.]
"How old was I when I died?" he asked.
[Sixteen.]
'Oh...' His stomach sank. Sixteen was barely a life. What had taken him out?
[Randomizing Class.]
The screen spun, Knight, Thief, Blacksmith, King, Demi-god, White Walker. It teetered and stopped.
[Class: Farmer]
'Oh, shit.' A farmer in Nightmare Mode? He'd be knee-deep in dung while the world bent him over and fucked him in the arse.
[Good luck.]
The void went black.
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STATUS MENU
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Name: [?????]
Class: Farmer
Heritage: Valyrian / Stormlands
Age: 16
Level: 1 (0%)
Unallocated Stat Points: 0
Title(s): [None]
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COMBAT ATTRIBUTES
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Strength: 4
Dexterity: 2
Constitution: 4
Intelligence: 1
Perception: 2
Luck: 2
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PERKS
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[Comely]
→ You've got the kind of face that gets you smiled at, flirted with, and forgiven for things you probably shouldn't be.
[Sword Prodigy]
→ You wield a blade like it belongs in your hand. Faster learning speed, tighter reflexes, and better execution with swords.
[Sharp Ears]
→ Your hearing is unnaturally acute. You can detect faint sounds, whispers, movement—even from across the room.
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NEGATIVE PERKS
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[Weak Gut]
→ Low resistance to spoiled food, rot, disease, and stress. Susceptible to nausea and vomiting.
[Clumsy Fingers]
→ Fine motor skills are lacking. You struggle with anything requiring delicate precision—like lockpicking, crafting, or stitching.
...
He woke up with a sharp gasp, pain shooting through his body. His vision was blurry, and his head throbbed. For a moment, he couldn't tell where he was. He blinked, squinting through the haze. The room was small, dark, and cold. The ceiling sagged overhead, and the walls were made of uneven wood slats with gaps that let in the wind. A cracked pot sat in the corner. The floor creaked when he shifted. He was lying on a straw mattress barely held together, the blanket thin and damp. A chipped bowl with dried-out scraps sat beside the bed, and the smell of rot clung to the air.
As his vision began to clear he looked around, continuously blinking to continue trying to regain his sight. 'Where the hell am I?' He thought.
[New Quest Received]
WHO THE FUCK AM I?
Objective:
– Find out who and where you are
Reward:
– Unlock this body's memories
– Gain local knowledge of surroundings
— [Skill] Observe
— +10xp
Failure:
– No memories recovered
– Remain unidentified
– Social penalties increased
'Oh right...' he thought before he tried to move, only he found that he couldn't. His body felt incredibly weak; he continued trying to move and managed to get the blanket off of his body. "Holy s-shit..." he said in a croaky voice. Whoever's body this was seriously needed to eat a sandwich, he was unhealthily skinny, it looked like a single breeze might knock this guy over.
Pushing up on the straw mattress he tried to sit up, only to fail spectacularly and fall straight on his back, but that didn't deter him and he tried again. This wasn't good, stuck in a nightmare mode version of some unknown world and he couldn't even sit up. 'Sword prodigy my arse... this body doesn't even look like it could lift a sword!' He considered smashing his head on the small bedside cabinet next to him and hoping that he'd get easy mode next time.
[No]
The boy paused. 'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' No he can't kill himself or No he won't get easy mode. Forcing all of that to the back of his mind he redoubled his efforts to at least sit up, pushing with all the strength his little bony arms could muster he managed to get up.
[Stat Increased: Constitution +1]
You pushed your weak, half-dead body beyond its limit.
Pain is progress. Keep going.
"Hehe nice..." he nurtured to himself while panting heavily.
'Okay I'm sat up... what next...?' He looked around the room trying to take in his surroundings. He really was in what looked to be the poorest room imaginable, it was composed of half rotted wood, had various cracks inside of it and seemed to be more of a storage space than anything else. Whoever had put him here clearly did not like him.
His ears twitched.
He could hear footsteps outside coming directly to his location, he didn't know how but it's as if he could even tell how far away they were. 'I guess sharp hearing is pretty good all things considered,' he thought to himself while he waited. He hoped that whoever came in wasn't the same person who stuffed him in this room. 'Because there's about a 50/50 chance they're going to kill me...' he thought.
The footsteps got closer and his heart began to beat so faster it almost jumped out of his chest. Until finally they arrived at the door and opened it; the person who opened it didn't look like the typical villain that he'd pictured in his mind.
In fact.
He had never seen someone so beautiful before (despite having no memories). She looked to be a similar age to him, she had long blond hair that was just curly enough to be wavy, an angular face with a smooth jawline. She had a cute little nose with freckles dusted across them and spreading to each side of her cheek; her lips were plump, her eyes were a dazzling blue that almost looked as if they could reflect the sky.
But that wasn't even the most important part.
Looking down he was greeted with one of the largest racks he'd ever seen in his lives. They were so large that he could see the simple dress she wore slightly ripping at the sides; getting a closer look he noticed that the dress had been altered to accommodate for those pure weapons of mass desfucktion. As he looked down it only got better, her waist was small and her hips were large with a large backside. Despite being short and thin she looked as if she was about to burst out of the dress she was in; her dress looked as if it had been altered and torn so often. To see such a beautiful girl in a place like this just seemed genuinely wrong.
'Puberty hit her hard.'
As the girl walked into the room and her gaze moved towards him, her eyes widened and she dropped the basket in her hands. "ARTHUR!!!" She screamed, nearly tripping over herself as she rushed towards him. What followed was a tackle that would've made every quarterback in NFL history shiver; it was so powerful that Arthur thought he had been taken out for good this time.
Though there was one benefit.
His face was now embedded into her soft pillowy breasts, so much so that he was almost trapped in three dimensions. Despite the fact he was slowly losing air, this was definitely worth it. He even stuck his tongue out to catch a rogue bead of sweat that had travelled down the valley of both mountains.
[Quest Complete: WHO THE FUCK AM I?]
Rewards:
– Memories of host body Recovered
– Local Knowledge Gained
– [Skill] Observe
— 10xp
'Huh I guess there are two benefits...' he thought just before his mind cracked.
The pain hit all at once. His head felt like it was splitting open. He clenched his teeth, but the pressure only got worse. It wasn't just pain—it was like his skull was being pried apart from the inside. His vision went white. His hands clawed at the sides of his head. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
Then the memories came.
They didn't drift in or unfold... they slammed into him. Years of knowledge, of things he didn't remember learning, came flooding back all at once. Words, faces, places. Feelings he couldn't name. Images he didn't understand. His heart pounded like it was trying to break through his chest.
He didn't know how long it went on for but finally the pain receded. When he opened his eyes he was greeted to the visage of a crying girl. "Arthur! Please speak to me! Tell me what's wrong!" She cried out. She must've freaked out when he started convulsing on the bed.
Not he blamed her Mira had always been a sensitive soul.
Wait...
No...
Please no...
He tried to deny it, but the memories were clear in his mind, he knew who this girl was. Yet he hoped he was wrong, because the truth was just too painful to bear.
'Observe'
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STATUS MENU
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Name: Mira of Harrowfield
Class: Peasant
Heritage: Valyrian / Stormlands
Age: 16
Level: 3
Unallocated Stat Points: 0
Title(s): Village Belle
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COMBAT ATTRIBUTES
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Strength: 3
Dexterity: 7
Constitution: 6
Intelligence: 7
Perception: 4
Luck: 3
Charisma: 8
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PERKS
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[Valyrian Beauty]
You look like the gods were showing off when they made you and everyone who sees you knows it whether they want to or not
[Bodacious Beauty]
You were built to ruin focus and start fights and it works from fifty paces out in either direction
[Innocent]
You have the wide eyes of a girl who has never sinned even when you are caught holding the knife and standing over the body
[Sweet]
You smile and people start forgiving you for things you have not even done yet and they usually do not stop
[Deft Hands]
You can tie a necklace mend a dress pick a pocket and steal a dagger all in the same breath without dropping a thread
[Incestuous]
You have shared a little too much affection a little too close to home and now everything is just a bit more awkward forever
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BACKGROUND
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Mira of Harrowfield is the only daughter of Gormon and Elyse and the younger sister of Garlan and Gregor and the twin sister of Arthur. She is the village belle and the talk of three valleys and every tavern across a hundred miles in each direction
Despite being over three years of the marriageable age she was not married and had no suitors. This was not because no one wanted her but because every man who tried was beaten or chased off by her father and brothers. Her father is waiting for a merchant to pay a premium price for her
'Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!' Arthur thought as he considered smashing his head against the frame of his bed. The most beautiful girl he'd ever seen before and it turned out to be his twin sister. This really was nightmare mode; Arthur cursed whoever had put him in this damn place without the decency to at least make her marriageable.
Though the incestuous part was interesting, from what he his new memories had told him Mira and he were quite close, but there was never anything that could be misconstrued as inappropriate. She just acted like his sister, well she acted more like a big sister despite the fact they were twins. 'Could it be with Garlan? Or Gregor? Seven forbid its father...'
[New Quest Received]
KEEP IT IN THE FAMILY
Objective:
– Make Mira fall in love with you
Reward:
– Otherworld Token
– [Perk] Blood of Valyria
— 50xp
Failure:
– Mira gets sold to a fat sweaty merchant
– She will live a miserable life pushing out ugly half-witted children in a house that smells like boiled onions
'What?!'
'How am I supposed to do that!?'
'Look at me! I look like a skeleton!'
[Quest Complete: KEEP IT IN THE FAMILY]
Can't fall in love when you're already in love, congratulations on having such a loving Onee-Chan.
Rewards:
– Otherworld Token
– [Perk] Blood of Valyria
— 50xp
'What the fuck is happening... I am so lost,' he thought to himself. Mira already loved him? What? Like romantically? He assumed so considering that he got that perk, from what he remembered only Targaryens practised incest. Speaking of said perk.
[Perk] Blood of Valyria
Your veins run silver and fire whether you earned it by birth or by bed the Old Blood knows its own
Grants heightened affinity with magic dragons and other Valyrian relics
Also makes you just a little bit more unhinged than you'd like to admit
'I can deal with that...' considering the memories that keep resurfacing he already suspected that Arthur was more than a little unhinged. All of that stemmed from his family.
Needless to say.
His family hated him.
Apart from Mira.
From what he could remember his entire life was littered with constant abuse from his father, indifference from his mother and the same kind of abuse from both his older brothers. His father Gormon was a proper Stormlander, largely built and strong as a bull, he reached over 6ft and his arms were thick from constant work on the farms. His brothers were just as brutish as his father inheriting all of his strength and cruelty.
Arthur took after his mother like Mira did. She was a waif of a thing standing at just over 5ft with a slender body, small everything, and a rather pretty face. Her hair was also pretty light, not quite Valyrian silver but much more blonde than you'd see in the Westerlands. Because he'd taken after his mother he was a lot weaker than his brothers, combine that with his sickly nature and weak stomach and you have the recipe for a lifetime of bullying.
Which brought him to why he was here, he'd contracted a fever and it had gotten really bad, so bad that he'd been moved from the main house as they didn't want to hear his crying and shaking. They put a bed in here and made him stay in here, he remembered Mira almost going feral when they did it; to the point she actually tried to attack their father. He'd thrown her to the side, but Arthur appreciated that memory, so far in his life she is the only person he can remember actually cares for him.
Speaking of.
He looked back to Mira who was still panicking after his little seizure. "M-Mira," he said with a slightly choked voice.
"Arthur!" She replied her eyes wide as plates, looking at him as if he'd just been stabbed. "Do I need to get Ma? Or shall I find the Septon?" She spoke fast offering a new idea before she had even fully conveyed the previous one.
"Mira...*cough*...I'm fine I promise," Arthur said trying to reassure his manic twin.
Mira gave him a weepy smile on return, though tears still streamed down her face. "I'm so happy you're awake Art! The septon said that you had fallen into a sleep you may never wake from." She almost moved on top of him as she held him tightly, once again smooshing the mountains into him.
'Honestly that might be preferable to my current life...' Arthur thought as he was surrounded by the fleshy pillows.
"MIRA!!!"
A shout that made both Mira and Arthur jump echoed out through the small storage hut he lived in. 'Shit...' Arthur recognised that voice.
*THUD*
*THUD*
*THUD*
*THUD*
Arthur didn't need sharp hearing to hear the loud footsteps thudding towards him, nor did he need to be a genius to know who it was.
*BANG*
The door was nearly smashed open when Gormon—his father—burst inside holding a small hatchet in his hands. "WHO TOUCHED YOU!!! WHERE IS HE!!!" The bullish man roared as he looked around only for his eyes to settle on Arthur; if he wasn't angry before it sure as hell looked like he was now.
"Pa, you've got it all wrong, I screamed because I was so happy, look! Art is awake!" She said with a bright smile on her face. One that Gormon did not share.
Though thankfully he did calm down. "I see you survived boy..." he said a little disdainfully, he then turned to Mira. "Finish up in here, supper will be ready soon," the man said before he turned and left. But not before Arthur fired a quick 'Observe' at him.
'Observe'
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STATUS MENU
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Name: Gormon of Harrowfield
Class: Farmer
Heritage: Stormlands
Age: 48
Level: 6
Unallocated Stat Points: 0
Title(s): Ex-sellsword
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COMBAT ATTRIBUTES
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Strength: 17
Dexterity: 4
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 2
Perception: 6
Luck: 5
Charisma: 9
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PERKS
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[Stormlander Physique]
You are physically stronger and tougher than most people
You can lift more carry more take more hits and stay standing longer
[Hot Temper]
You are quick to anger and likely to start fights over small things
You get a small bonus to intimidation but often make situations worse
[Womaniser]
You are naturally confident around women and often flirt without thinking
You have a higher chance of success in casual charm interactions but a lower chance of forming stable relationships
[Criminal]
You have committed a serious crime that has not been discovered
If it is revealed you may face legal consequences or social backlash
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SKILLS
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[Farming] (45/100) (Adept)
[Swordsmanship] (23/100) (Novice)
[Brawling] (88/100) (Apprentice)
[Hunting] (29/100) (Adept)
[Berserk] (70/100) (Journeyman)
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BACKGROUND
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Gormon is the father of Garlan Gregor Mira and Arthur and the long suffering husband of Elyse
He is an angry man and most folk in Harrowfield go out of their way not to speak to him
He grew up on the coast near Storms End and left young to join a sellsword company where he fought drank and killed for years
An injury forced him out and he dragged himself halfway across the realm to the Crownlands where he bought a patch of land with blood coin
Now he farms it curses the mud and wishes he died in the dirt with a sword in his hand
He takes most of his frustration out on you
'His strength is 17! What the fuck!' How did Arthur survive those beatings he got from this man. If he had decided to dish out one now then Arthur would be paste on the ground.
[New Quest Received]
OLD MAN YELLS AT FIST
Description:
Gormon has been an abusive man your entire life
He has pushed you beaten you mocked you and worse
It's time to put him on the ground and keep him there
Objective:
– Beat Gormon in a fight
Bonus Objective:
– Take no damage
Bonus Objective 2:
– Overwhelm him completely
(End the fight with him unable to land a single attack)
Rewards:
– Strength +2
– Constitution +2
Bonus Reward 1:
– Otherworld Token
Bonus Reward 2:
– Character Template
Failure:
– Continue to be abused
– Eventual death
'You've got to be fucking kidding me,' Arthur almost face planted when he got the quest.
He was bed bound and he'd just gotten the quest to fight that behemoth, Gormon could fart in his direction and that would probably be enough to defeat him. Luckily it seemed the fight wouldn't happen now as Gormon left, once again leaving him and Mira alone. She quickly lifted the basket that she came here with and placed it on the bed. "This is for you" she said as she took the items out of the bag and placed them onto the bedside cabinet "since you've been unconscious we've had to feed you honey and other mashed up foods. Luckily Daisy has been producing a lot of milk so it's been easy to mix up your food and feed it to you."
Arthur looked at all the food items that she brought him and smiled at her. "Thank you, Mira I really appreciate what you've done for me. I know the others wouldn't have taken care of me like you did." Offer looked at the different food items and picked the most appealing one which looked to be some kind of sludge but with honey mixed in. However, the moment he did Mira grabbed the spoon from him. "You've just woken up and you're still probably weak you shouldn't do this yourself"
Arthur was shocked at the speed she moved at, so much so that he didn't know what was happening until the first spoonful was in his mouth. "Mira I can do this by myself," he said, struggling to speak with mouthfuls of food.
Mira, however, wouldn't have it and insisted on feeding him his entire meal before she got up and smoothed her dress down, which had the effect of making her breasts bounce. She didn't picked up the basket and the leftovers before turning back around to look at Arthur. "I'll be here tomorrow morning with your breakfast if you need anything during the night please don't hesitate to come to me or light a candle in the window if you're not able to move."
Arthur nodded and thanked her again before she left. Once she left he took a deep breath and sighed. He had only been in this world for an hour at most and already he could tell it was going to be a nightmare. now that everyone was gone, however Arthur could focus on more important things such as the system and what these otherworldly tokens were.
'Now how do I use the system...' he thought to himself. He had read his status before, but he wasn't entire sure how to pull it up, maybe it was similar to observe.
'Status'
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STATUS MENU
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Name: Arthur of Harrowfield
Class: Farmer
Heritage: Valyrian / Stormlands
Age: 16
Level: 1 (35%)
Unallocated Stat Points: 0
Title(s): [None]
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COMBAT ATTRIBUTES
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Strength: 4
Dexterity: 2
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 1
Perception: 2
Luck: 2
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PERKS
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[Comely]
You've got the kind of face that gets you smiled at flirted with and forgiven for things you probably should not be
[Sword Prodigy]
You wield a blade like it belongs in your hand faster learning speed tighter reflexes and better execution with swords
[Sharp Ears]
Your hearing is unnaturally acute you can detect faint sounds whispers movement even from across the room
[Blood of Valyria]
Your veins run silver and fire whether you earned it by birth or by bed the Old Blood knows its own
Grants heightened affinity with magic dragons and other Valyrian relics
Also makes you just a little bit more unhinged than you'd like to admit
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NEGATIVE PERKS
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[Weak Gut]
Low resistance to spoiled food rot disease and stress susceptible to nausea and vomiting
[Clumsy Fingers]
Fine motor skills are lacking you struggle with anything requiring delicate precision like lockpicking crafting or stitching
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SKILLS
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[Observe]
Arthur wasn't one to get angry. He liked to think he was a relatively calm person. However, what the fuck was up with these stats? He had an intelligence of one and a constitution of five. As things were going, Mira could kill him. His own twin sister a woman could kill him now? He wasn't sexist or anything, but that was quite a hit to his pride knowing that he'd lose in a fight to his twin sister. He wasn't even getting started with his father 17 strength 17! That was insane. Arthur pulled up the system menu and saw several different sub menus in it.
[SYSTEM MENU]
– Status
– Inventory
– Locked
– Token Wheel
– Help
'Maybe if I pick help someone will notice and actually feel sorry for me...' Arthur thought, but just as quickly dismissed that, whatever had sent him here clearly wanted him to suffer.
Fucking nightmare mode...
Arthur clicked on [Help] and started reading through the information. It didn't contain much. It was mostly just information on the different stats and what they mean and what improving them would do but as he scrolled down he came to a section called otherworldly token.
[Otherworldly Token]
Classification: Dimensional Item Pull – Single Use
Description:
The Otherworldly Token allows the user to summon a single item skill or perk from across all of reality
The selection is random and weighted by rarity
Items summoned may originate from other worlds timelines or systems
Possible Summon Types:
– Equipment (Weapons Armor Accessories)
– Perks (Permanent Traits or Modifiers)
– Skills (Learned Abilities or Techniques)
Rarity Chances:
– Common: 45%
– Uncommon: 30%
– Rare: 15%
– Epic: 6%
– Legendary: 2%
– Mythic: 1%
– Divine: 0.1%
Warning:
Player is currently flagged under [Nightmare Mode]
This may affect the quality or nature of items received.
"What the hells is that supposed to mean," he muttered to himself.
Oh well, he didn't care too much going to the otherworldly token page he used his token. "Let's go baby give me something good, come on give me something that I'll let me survive in this nightmare!"
The wheel spun, fast at first, a blur of color and text. The rarities flashed by: Epic... Uncommon... Mythic... Common... Divine. Wait, was that a flaming sword? A red glowing eye?
It clicked.
Then stopped.
A notification slid into view.
[Token Consumed]
[New Skill Gained: Carpentry (0/100) (Novice)]
You can now use tools and build wooden structures and objects
Arthur stared at the screen.
"...Fucking carpentry?"
He was so fucked.
(AN: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, it's not gonna be like regular ol gamer fics where the guy becomes a legend in 2 minutes. Arthur is going to struggle and he's going to get beaten down, but he is the gamer so he will get powerful. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this first chapter it was pretty fun writing it. Especially Mira)
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