Not everyone lives the life they want. Someone has to suffer so that others can enjoy life as much as possible.
Andrzej was one of those people who was not spoiled by fate. However, this could partly be attributed to his own choices, as he decided there was no point in fighting and had to accept whatever life brought him. It could even be described as vegetation rather than real life.
Andrzej had no friends who cared about his fate. He had lived alone since his parents kicked him out of the house five years ago. They didn't even call him on his birthday or holidays. They didn't give a damn about him, just like the rest of the world.
He was forced to endure such treatment since his college days. He was used to being invisible. Sometimes he was also a punching bag for class monkeys looking to impress nearby females. He hoped that after he left a four-year school with sadistic peers and started working, something in his life would change.
Did that happen? Absolutely not.
He worked at a chemical plant in a nearby town in southern Poland. Despite promising beginnings, things slowly started to get back on track. Insults, harassment, exploitation. Was he doomed to this? He was treated in a similarly despicable manner everywhere.
He worked as a regular machine operator whose main job was to keep the installation running. Smart guy, but no one appreciated his feedback. His manager was the person who always knew better, and the co-worker with whom he shared a position wasn't even fit to hold a flashlight. He was permanently drunk. You could always smell the vodka from him.
When something went wrong, all the blame fell on Andrzej. So did the consequences of mistakes he didn't make, or even warned against. He was blamed for everything that went wrong.
Was he ever praised for something he did right? Absolutely not. Rewards for good work were raked in by the manager and sometimes even by his perpetually drunk teammate.
What was left for Andrzej to do? Clenching his teeth and stoking his hatred for the people around him.
He always wanted to somehow get back at everyone, to repay everyone for everything he had to endure. He dreamed of revenge for the treatment he had suffered. The world hated him, and he hated the world just as much. One of his escapes was to fantasize about some kind of superpower. He wanted to gain such power to take revenge in a big way, using secret abilities, magic, or supernatural skills.
Today he celebrated his 30th birthday. His only dream was to get something that would help him take revenge on an unjust and wicked world. Although he should rather leave it in the realm of dreams, deep down he hoped that someday such a day would come.
Returning from his second shift at the plant, he stopped by the turkey bar for a kebab. He ordered a tortilla with mixed meat to go. At this hour he could only count on the scraps left over from the day. He didn't mind, though he would have preferred to avoid the old meat from the back room. Even on his birthday, he couldn't count on a bit of luck. Hard as it was. He'll survive. He took a liter of vodka from the local Żabka store and returned to the apartment.
He absorbed the kebab in a moment. Its taste was a bit strange, but the vodka that accompanied the meal effectively neutralized the aftertaste of questionable fast food. Not an hour had passed, and Andrzej was already lying totally drunk on the couch. His co-worker would certainly be proud of him.
When Andrzej decided to go to the restroom, a hard-to-control helicopter knocked him off his feet. Excess alcohol numbed not only the fall but also the severe abdominal pain that signaled progressive food poisoning. His body was only found when his manager, furious over his absence from work, arrived at his apartment.
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Several windows appeared in front of Andrzej's face as he opened his eyes in a momentary flash of consciousness. His vision was severely blurred, making him unable to see anything. He ignored the windows, mistaking them for the TV screen he had in his room.
As he looked around, he noticed a soft light from the corridor that fell on the metal bars of his cell. That's when he realized he wasn't in his room.
'I must have screwed something up,' he thought.
He was convinced that he had ended up in solitary confinement at the police station or another sobering chamber. He sometimes woke up in such places, so it didn't make much of an impression on him.
"I'll worry about it later."
He turned to the wall and fell asleep. The message windows disappeared.
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A man with a bowl in his hand appeared in front of his cell. He had messy brown hair and a slightly overgrown beard. He had come to make sure their cursed fortune was still alive.
"Hey, baby doll," he chuckled.
The person lying against the wall paid no attention to his call.
"I'm talking to you, elf whore!" he shouted.
Andrzej had been sleeping there for several hours. Hearing the cries, he turned toward the noise. His eyesight had improved since the last time. He looked around again and found that he was neither in a police station nor a sobering station. The room looked more like a medieval dungeon than a modern cell.
"Well, it's good that you're alive," said the man, seeing the person rising.
Then Andrzej noticed something unusual. He was dressed in jagged rags, and his hands seemed smaller. His thighs were softer and more delicate. His whole body was bruised as if he had been beaten several times a day. He experienced the biggest shock when his long blond hair fell over his round, grown breasts.
"What the fuck?!" yelled a shocked Andrzej.
He remembered well that before he fell asleep, he collapsed on the floor of his apartment. At the time, he was a brunette men with short hair. What he saw now blandly matched his memories. Somehow he had woken up in another body, in an unfamiliar place.
"Don't talk back, you bitch, or you won't get any food," growled the man behind the bars.
Andrzej looked at the man. He was dressed like a typical bandit from the RPG games he often played. For a moment he wondered if he had accidentally been transported into the game.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Andrzej asked nervously.
"Do you have amnesia or what the heck? I came to see if that moron Carl had finished you off. You've barely breathed lately. Apparently, elves are not as weak as they seem. And that's a good thing. Do you know why?"
Andrzej took his time answering.
"The fact that you are a virgin will allow us to make a lot of money."
That's right. Andrzej, somehow, moved to a new body. To make matters worse, he became a slave to some shady types. Worse. A female slave. An elven woman. This was confirmed by her oblong ears, pointed at the ends, which he felt with his fingers.
"Let me out of here!" shouted the elf woman.
"Yeah, sure. Maybe I should lay out the carpet for you as well? You're a slave. Have grub and don't die," he put down the bowl and went up the stairs.
The contents of the bowl could hardly be called food. There were some cattle scraps soaked in water. Then he remembered that the kebab he was eating tasted somehow strange.
'Did I poison myself? My luck. I ended up in an even worse reality than the one I knew on Earth,' he wondered.
Loud footsteps sounded in the dungeon. Someone was approaching, but you could tell by the sound of the footsteps that it wasn't the same guy as before. A blond man with short, standing hair stopped by the cell. He was dressed similarly to his previous figure but stood out with a better physique and an angry face that drew attention.
He opened the lock from the cell with a key he pulled from his pocket and stepped inside. The elf tried to get up, hoping that maybe they had changed their minds and would let her out.
*Slap*
The bang of a punch to the face rang through the cell. The elven woman fell back to the ground with a mark as red as a tomato on her face.
"You whore, you want to play dead? I should fuck you up like a dog for that," shouted the angry blonde.
"Let me go," she muttered.
"Let you go? Oh no. Definitely not. You have to pay me back for your stupid ideas."
"What do you want..."
*Slap*
"Shut your fucking mouth!" he yelled, slapping her once again. "Today you will again experience the honor of being my lady," he added, taking off his pants, to the terror of the elven woman, whose current owner was thirty-year-old Andrzej.
"No, stop, don't d... "
*Slap*
*Bang*
"I said, shut your mouth!" He shouted to the woman lying on the ground.
The blond man took out of his pocket a small metal container with some greasy oil and lubricated his torpedo with it. His specimen of manhood flexed proudly at the sight of his victim.
Andrzej, trapped in a foreign body, couldn't even move anymore. The body was too weakened to do anything. After a moment, she was grabbed by the leg, and something slippery drove into her chocolate channel without warning. Fortunately for her, she didn't feel the tunneling in its full glory, as she lost consciousness from fear and weakness just a moment later.
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Several hours later, Andrzej woke up in the same cell, in the same body. It wasn't a dream, though he wished it was. She could then wake up and forget what had happened. Her lower body still pulsed from unwanted activity.
She lay motionless on the ground. At the thought that she would have to live like this, tears came to her eyes. She thought her old life had been bad, but compared to the present one, that old life seemed actually pleasant. All she could think of was to die or wait for help. Not knowing what to do, the only thing she could do was wait.
"He... lp..." she muttered.
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Several other options appeared in a semi-transparent window in front of the elf's face. They looked as if they had been taken straight out of games or some VR that was beginning to gain popularity.
'Am I really in the game? In that case, it sucks,' she thought.
"Rules," she said quietly.
[ Hello user. This system is designed to help you master your newly acquired abilities. You come from a world where magic was not an everyday occurrence. This program will help you get acquainted with your new reality. Controlling and navigating the system is intuitive and responsive to the user's thoughts and intentions. ]
'I must be crazy,' she thought. 'Maybe I should see my stats or something?'
[ Status ]
[ Name: Elrianthe Atlanta ]
[ Age: 30 ]
[ Race: Highborn Elf ]
[ Level: 1 (0/100xp) ]
[ Class: Charlatan ]
[ Health points: 4/130 ]
[ Magic Points: 20/160 (Regeneration of magic withheld due to critical level of Exhaustion) ]
[ Exhaustion: 92/100 ]
What she immediately noticed was that she was also 30 years old here and really was an elf of some sort.
Andrzej had never been attracted to elves. He was repulsed by those elongated ears.
The next thing that interested him was her class. She didn't recall choosing anything. Perhaps it had been assigned before?
"What is a Charlatan?"
[ A Charlatan is a magic class that specializes in dominating weak and confused minds with its strong will. A Charlatan can force any living being to cooperate and follow his instructions. ]
'Is it some kind of mind control?'
[ Skills: ]
[ Domination - allows you to take control of the mind of a living being, which becomes your puppet. Success depends on your level, as well as the level, race, and mental state of the target. Consumes 100 points of magic when used. ]
'Just that?' she thought.
She may have only had one skill, but it was a powerful one. 'Allows you to take control of a living being's mind,' it sounded awesome. This was his chance to escape this godforsaken hellhole.
'I've got to try this out on that bastard!' she thought, recalling what the blond man had done to her. 'I'll take control of him, have him castrated by his own hand, and finally kill him!' she decided, full of rage.
[ New task ]
[ Take control of the first target ]
[ Reward: 100 XP and 1 random skill ]
"Perfect."