5 Chapter 2
This, combined with the fact that the rest of the house drank the same water as him, ruled out his little theory of drugs.
Harry stilled, and his mind went into overdrive, completely of his control, making all the connections for him. The Gamer under his name last night, the status screens, the text he'd seen above Aunt Petunia's head, and the lack of anything else that seemed even a close enough probable reason for his...condition...it all left him with only one possible explanation he could cling on to his current situation. It wasn't ideal and he wasn't anywhere near convinced, but it was all he had.
"When you have eliminated the impossible," he muttered to himself, "whatever remains, however improbable...must be the truth."
On his way downstairs, Harry slipped into Dudley's second bedroom. After a good amount of ruffling around in the dust and old toys, he found what he was looking for. A small booklet about the role-playing board game things that Dudley used to play with Piers Polkiss before he first got his computer. He quickly stuffed it into his pocket and rushed downstairs, fearful of his Uncle's wrath.
As he absentmindedly cooked breakfast for his relatives, Harry had some time to give some calm thought to his situation.
Since he had decided to settle on this...Gamer theory, for lack of a better term, for his condition until he had a better idea of what was going on, he had a plethora of questions that he needed to ponder upon.
Had he been like...this...all his life, or had something turned him this way? Strange things had always happened around him, something he had always thought was the reason his relatives liked to call him a 'freak' but turning Mrs. Cole's wig blue had nothing on this full-blown reality reboot thing. Despite that, Harry couldn't help but think that there was a relation between the two.
And perhaps there was, because after all, in most cases the simplest explanation is usually the correct one.
For thinking about this new ability in relation with Occam's Razor in mind, you have gained +1 WIS.
Harry blinked.
'Really?' he thought, 'It is that simple? And what in the world is Occam's Razor?'
Just to make sure, Harry intoned once again, "Status," and there it was, on his profile's list of statistics.
WIS-2
"Matter over mind," Harry muttered bemusedly. Reality was shaping his character in the Game, and the game was giving his traits in real life a quantified presence. It was as if someone had put a new operating system on...him. Harry promptly decided to give it a test, and after a quick look at his Uncle to make sure he wasn't looking, tossed and flipped the hotcake he was making.
For performing amateur chef theatrics with a poorly made hotcake, you have gained +1 DEX.
Harry grinned and quickly gave it another go, flipping the hotcake.
Nothing.
Maybe he hadn't done it right. Frowning, he gave the pancake yet another flip.
Nothing again.
It didn't take him much longer to conclude that the stat upgrades must be getting harder and harder to get the more of them he got. Thinking it best to play it safe, he quickly finished up and served breakfast before shoving a piece of toast into his pocket for himself and heading off to the garden to finish up his chores.
"Status" He whispered to himself as he started weeding the rose bushes.
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Harry Potter
Health-100/100
Mana-50/50
The Gamer
Title-None
Level-2 Exp-30/400
Race-?
STR-2
VIT-1(+2)=3
DEX-3(+2)=5
INT-1
WIS-2
LUC-3
POINTS-0
MONEY- 0£/0G0S0K
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It was all very confusing, but that didn't necessarily mean that it was bad. The positive side effects of this were already quite obvious to him. He could literally measure his skill and strength in numbers and fine-tune himself to focus on necessary aspects of his life. That thought alone bore infinite potential.
Harry grinned at that thought and quickly looked down the sheet at his stats, at which point his grin slipped right off his face and into the manure he was shoveling into the bush bed.
To be entirely fair, he thought, he hadn't ever seen anyone else's numbers, so had nothing to compare it with, but it all just looked a little bit pathetic.
His strength was a 2, his vitality was at a base of 1, but for some reason was a 3 now. His dexterity was similar to vitality, since it was 3 as a base stat, but was now 5. The only thing that was good was his luck which was at a 3 by default. And his intelligence and wisdom were atrocious by and in themselves.
It all made no sense to him. He always thought his strength was his intelligence and that he had the worse luck of anyone he knew.
Deciding not to question it too much, he opened up the booklet he'd nicked and quickly read through it. However, with exception to some things about skills and perks, he couldn't find many things that seemed like they were very useful. He quickly grew frustrated with it and stuffed it back into his pocket. It took a few seconds, but once the frustration had left him, Harry wondered if there were actually any skills or something similar that was a part of the game.
Hoping that the game still had its voice command thing going for it, Harry called out, "Skills."
Just then a box appeared before him, showing three different sections. Harry clicked one and a red box popped out.
A Gamer's Mind(Passive-Dynamic)
Allows the user to calmly and logically think things through. Allows peaceful state of mind, immune to psychological status and effects.
Harry could've yelled with relief. He knew it! There was something influencing his mind. Maybe it wasn't as malicious as some weird drugs, but that didn't change the fact that he was right. It certainly explained why he was being so calm about all this. He wasn't necessarily a person who lacked inner calm, but the way facts and events were easily fitting together in his mind was extremely unnatural and not like him. Before this, he would freak out about the fact that he could always regrow his hair when it was cut, but due to this skill, he felt calm and collected in the face of all this life-changing stuff, which was...quite welcome.
Harry then went back and saw the other two skills he had;
-A Gamer's Body(Passive-Static)
Grants the user a body that allows the user to live the real world like a game.
-Skill: Physical Endurance, Lv.1 (10%)
Your Body's durability increased and you take less damage.
3% less damage from physical attacks.
Harry read and re-read the Gamer's Body skill. If what it was saying was true, then his earlier metaphor of this feeling like a new operating system of himself probably had more weight than he had first imagined.
Pausing to take a look at his levels in the skills, Harry frowned. He wasn't very good in these areas either. He was going to have to find out some stuff about how this all worked and do a lot of leveling up if he wanted to get any-
'NO!' Harry suddenly thought.
He didn't know what this whole thing was, and the fact that it was influencing his mind combined with the fact that his first thought was to jump right into the grind of things in this Game was an incredibly suspicious thing to happen. Perhaps the best thing to do was to not do anything...
Yet somehow, even as he thought it, the thought and its accompanying wariness were fading from his mind, and it vanished the moment a sudden ping rang in his ears.
Ping!
Quest Alert!
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