2 The System

I tilted my head," A war system?"

The man looked really happy and said," Yes, you fit all the criteria for a war system from god to go into different timelines to fix some mistakes he may or may not have made."

I made sure I heard him correctly," Different timelines, what do you mean?"

"Ah, I forgot to tell you about that so..."

He said that recently some timelines in different universes have gone off the rails from what was originally supposed to happen.

Kinda like if instead of a dictator in Germany during WW2, there was a dictator in the USA during WW2.

So the gods from all the universes got together and decided that something needed to be done for the greater good of the universe.

They decided they would give the next person who came into the judgment area that had a certain specific set of skills, the system.

"That's where you come in Max," the man said.

I facepalmed and through my hands said, "So basically I have to go into different universes to fix certain things that could potentially hurt the entire universe?"

"Yeah basically."

"But isn't that a lot for one person to handle?" I asked curiously.

"Well yes but these weird happenings don't usually happen very often so we don't need that many people," he answered easily.

I was just about to ask him something until he responded with, "And yes we can get the system back if you die and we will put it onto the next person."

Well, that's not great to hear, I can die.

I don't particularly want to go through that again.

I snapped out of it and asked, "What are the qualifications that I had to have for this to work?"

The man looked back down to the papers and pulled out what looked like a dossier on me from earth as well as a small headshot that god knows where he got it from.

He threw down the file like a detective would to a suspect and said, " Max Bridger, Age 18, Died 2019 right before a pandemic...."

"Wait, wait, a pandemic?"

"Yes but that's not the point."

He basically went through all of my birth details tell he got to one part of the file.

Qualifications for the program: Max Bridger

Strong Will: YES

Afraid Of Death: YES

Good Soul: YES

Lonely: YES

Optimistic: YES

I looked at the file and said, "Lonely, really you had to include that in there?"

The man chuckled a little, "It's what the gods all agreed on, you're also the first person that has all of these traits that have come into the judgment room recently."

I looked at it again, "Why do you have to be afraid of death?"

"It's because if you are not then you will not want to survive," he responded.

"Ok, so what happens if I say no to doing this."

The man turned serious and said, "You will go to limbo to see what we will do with you."

"Alright, system it is!"

He smiled again, "Great, now that we know that you will join the program we will send you to the tutorial later today."

I thought about it for a little and said, " How long until I get sent to this 'Tutorial' that you want me to take."

He thought about it for a little, "Probably about 30 minutes to an hour so experiment with the system while you are at it."

I looked at the man in front of me and I wryly smiled, "So is there a name I can call you because I would rather not call you that guy or that man."

He smiled and took off his glasses like someone from an anime and said, "You can call me Will for right now."

"Alright, Will it is nice to meet you," extending my hand as a gesture of peace.

"Nice to meet you too Max," He gave me a smile and stood up from his desk, and walked out of the room.

Now back to the system that I have been given.

Before Will left he gave me a small pill that looked like something from the matrix and told me to take it when I am ready and I will have the system.

I looked down at the pill and thought 'here goes nothing'.

I drank it easily, after all it wasn't as bad as trying to swallow those stupidly large pills that the nurses gave me while I was still at the hospital.

Then after that a few seconds, I blacked out.

A few minutes later I woke up to a status screen that is typically in games, the layout looked like this.

Max Bridger

Age:18

Strength: 10

Agility:10

Intelligence:10

Handling:10

Charisma:10

Endurance:10

No Special Talent at the moment

I thought to myself 'why do I not have talent?'

Surprisingly the system responded in a sarcastic female voice 'that is because the host does not have the necessary requirements to have a talent.'

I was startled but not for long because I realized what the system meant by I didn't have talent yet, it meant I needed to complete more missions for that to happen.

I asked immediately, 'what do you mean by handling on here?'

'You still don't know, god how did I end up with a guy like you. For that matter how did I end up with a guy it would've been so much nicer to have a girl pilot this system.'

I shook my head, 'can you please tell me what handling is.'

The system finally let up, 'fine, handling is how well you can handle different vehicles for the first time as well as different maneuvers.'

'Alright, so 10 on handling I'm guessing means I can drive everything about the same as any adult.'

'Yeah more or less,' she replied

Right when she finished her sentence the world went black and I fell off my seat to the ground.