Chapter 1: Don't drink and reincarnate

ALEX ANDRE'S POV

{Shit, I forgot one of them.}

{Well, at least he hasn't done anything significant yet.}

{I'll have to go harder on him if his life is too easy.}

{Last time I'm going to smoke that drunkard's stuff.}

How the hell did it get me high? I'm a system.}

{Whatever he is waking up, hopefully, he doesn't notice the changes.}

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What wakes me every morning isn't sunlight, dreams of my old life, or the chaos occurring in the outcast kingdom of nomads. It's one reason, my mother...

{What the fuck.}

I jump at the sight of the blue screen that pops up. I read the message and realize it somehow knew what I was thinking, which means it's a system!

{Wait wha-}

"So that means I have stats level and a cheat power up right!!" I say, almost screaming with excitement.

{Now hold on}

"ALEX" my name booms through the reinforced cement shaking the foundation of my room, my teeth still rattling out of shock knowing what's next. A woman is at the doorway, easily seven feet tall or taller, has white cat-like ears with a matching striped tail and hair and perfectly toned muscles, on top of all of that she trains me every day to be just like her... which is amazing ...if only she wasn't...

{wasn't what?}

wasn't cra-...

Before I even finish my thought, I'm sent flying through the wall behind me, destroying my bedroom. Even with the wind rushing in my ear and pain soaring through my stomach, I manage to open my eyes just enough to see a blur pass me, on instinct I swing my tail around to spin me mid-air around and I raise my hand and legs to guard as much as possible and through the space in my defense, I see her eyes slit like a cat as she stares me down with one eye while half turned in the motion of a full roundhouse kick. I brace myself and I don't feel anything from that point on I see myself flying to the ground back first, my arms and legs swinging in the wind as if they have no bones in them.

Then came the impact. All the pain crashed in at once; the first hit to my stomach ruptured something, but I didn't notice till now, the second shattered my arms and legs turning them into spaghetti and the third utterly destroyed my spine so basically couldn't move from the neck down.

{ Step right up to the attraction}

{Child turned into a broken water fountain by the artist's abusive mother}

{ A masterpiece}

My vision starts to dim, I move my head to look over at my mum, and my spine, or at least what's left of it breaks apart completely. A piece of it ends up lodged in one of my lungs and blood filled them slowly, my air dwindling I see my mum towering over me, looking with eyes with no noticeable emotion.

Tears stream down my eyes, overwhelmed by the pain as death approaches. I'm only 12 after all.

"mu-mmy plea-se" I say with the last of the air in my lungs practically begging while I'm crossing over to the other side and as death is bout to embrace me, the pain stops completely.

{Wait noooo, what kinda shitty ending is this}

{she has high tier holy magic}

{ Who gave you plot armor}

{Give me death, I want death}

{This world isn't fair to the system}

I found it weird that the system was saying that but I ignored it to focus solely on my mother, my vision, breathing, and bones starts going back to normal, or at least to the point before I got hit by her in my bedroom. Which I always felt was strange as if she healed me with the spine still in my lung it should still be there but I was breathing so normally I dismissed that idea and pray and hope that was enough to satisfy her. It was the same yesterday.

{what do you mean Yesterday?}

{This world isn't fair to the system}

"You were distracted on the first hit but still got a good block in on the second although you didn't stick the landing even though you had time," she said with a stern voice ,but her criticism didn't reach her eyes, there seemed to be excitement in them.

"When your enemy is stronger than you, should pick sacrificing limb even if it means blowing them clean off as it is better than using your all to avoid damage by blocking and becoming a cripple at your enemy's mercy."

"like with me, avoid using your legs to block so that you could have stuck the landing and thought of a method to escape or fight back," she says, correcting the mistakes she saw or at least the ones she feels like doing, anything else I'll probably have to do it alone.

I stand up and move my body just fine but there is a slight stiffness at all my joints. I begin stretching to loosen them.

{Why are you stretching?}

"The warm-ups are over."

{What fucking warm up??}

"You saw what happened just now."

{And you expect me to believe that bullshit}

"Don't worry you will get used to it."

{SYSTEM NOTICE: NEW TITLE GAINED}

{masochist}

"....."

"but why though-"

{are you fucking asking?!}

"..."

"It's relatively normal though, to train for strength."

{You poor soul}

{Just go, start you masochist}

{don't worry though, your title converts some pain to pleasure}

"I am NEVER switching that on," I say before running at my mum determined to make her block with her hand this time.

{This is just sad}

Ignoring him, I swing knowing the out come but strength is my aim, and if this is the way: I'll charge down this path with a smile.

{I'll just record the stats while he is.}

{Wait}

{level 5}

{And these stats are just way too high for that.}

{He has the highest stats among all of them, well, except mana but still.}

{SYSTEM NOTICE: RECORD COMPLETE}

{Level:5

HP: 3000

MP: 200

AG: 550

SPD: 700

STR: 1500

DEF: 1500

INT: 500

DEX: 300

DUR: 2000

VIT: 750

HG: 20

MG: 30

SEN: 8

STA: 3510

ACC: 75

CH: 30

LU: 3

AS: 5

RS: 6

VIS: 20}

{I wonder why I made so many versions of stats}

{Oh yeah to watch them try to figure out what is what}

{Its a headache to record and more of a stress to change}

{I'll leave it}

{I'm sure it will be fine}