I Summon Game Items

Chapter 1

Westray, which was one of the Orkney islands, is situated in the northern isles of Scotland, only 47 square kilometres in area and home to a population of only about 600. At the very edge of the island, perched on a cliff, sat a single, little home.

Clyde, a 25-year-old man with a pale, thin face and deep eye bags, was there. His once-striking hazel eyes were obscured by a mane of black hair, and their piercing blue hue betrayed a man mired in despair and rage.

Clyde, who once resided in a nice little city, has always been a straightforward and uncomplicated man. He was a young man with hopes and aspirations like any other, but that had all fallen short.

The diagnosis of terminal cancer changed everything for him suddenly. Sadness and perplexity overwhelmed him; he saw no way out and had no one with whom to even spend his final days.

With only a few months left to live, he chose to spend them in seclusion in this modest home. Staying in the city's hectic environment would have constantly brought him back to the difficulty of his current predicament, and he simply couldn't bear that.

He spent his final months beside the cliffs, taking in the breathtaking scenery and relishing the salty air he had always cherished. As a distraction, they played games and read books.

He was spending the last of his savings on a high-end computer and was using it to play Skyrim, one of his favourite games.

He ploughed through the game's main story and side quests again and again, without tiring of either. Following a swift and savage elimination of his remaining foes, he gathered his spoils and tallied them in his inventory.

He checked his inventory and found a "potion of cure illness" that had been left over from the previous day's game. Despite the fact that tears were welling up in his eyes, he managed to muster up a glum and forced "haha.. how ironic." He wished he could get his hands on one in the real world.

A peculiar sight caught his attention as he rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his grey jumper. A light blue overlay appeared over his game.

That's strange, he murmured in a bewildered and slightly mournful tone.

He started to read the popup. "Do you wish to summon the potion of cure disease?"

He had never heard of this before; what did it mean, "summon"? This was strange, he thought. Without thinking much, he clicked "Yes."

The next minute, he was temporarily blinded by the glare of a bright flashing light on his screen. In the ensuing five seconds, he waited with his hands over his eyes for the intense light to fade.

At the same time he was lowering his hands to his face, he briskly looked around the desk to see if anything had changed.

When he looked down, he saw a brown bottle with a cylindrical top and a cork in the centre. It was lounging on the right side of his desk, a spot he had always assumed was empty.

How could I possibly have forgotten this bottle? A doubt entered his mind.

He fumbled through, "No, it... can't possibly be true."

When he reached for the bottle, he noticed that his hand felt a little chilly. Then, he gave it a light shake and discovered the telltale sound of liquid inside.

This only lent confidence to his initial assumption! When he tried to process what had just transpired, his brain went blank. Questions were racing through his mind faster than Barry Allen. He exhaled deeply while shaking his head.

Is the content able to function similarly to that of the game if this is indeed real? He spoke the words out to himself, as he often does when his mind is muddled.

Doesn't it indicate in the description that this product has the ability to treat any illness? Is it possible that it could also heal his fatal illness? Like a savage animal trapped in a cage, his heart began to howl through his chest.

He popped the cork reflexively, and the aroma immediately overwhelmed him. The odour was like fermented sewage from leftovers. (Don't bother asking him how he can identify that odour.)

He reached for the bottle's cap in an attempt to see what was within, but his vision was only slightly above normal. After some deliberation, Clyde popped the bottle open and put it to his lips. As he was probably going to die soon anyhow, it was of no consequence if this was what finally did him in.

Better than nothing, he reasoned, and he chugged the entire bottle while fighting to hold back his nauseated gag reflex. His tastebuds were immediately attacked, and in an instant, he went from white to green. The strength he had left, which wasn't much, to begin with, was enough to keep it down, and he managed to do so.

It wasn't until the 20th second that he started to lose his green colouration and begin to feel something.

The ache in his body was gradually disappearing, and he was able to breathe more steadily. He felt some of the strength return to his limbs, and his mind cleared up. That was an amazing sensation; he could feel himself recovering strength after months of neglect. For five minutes, he felt a surge of strength he had long since forgotten. Something clicked in his head, and everything became clear as day.

Clyde couldn't believe it; he suddenly felt as good as he had when he was younger. It's been five minutes since he was lying on his deathbed, awaiting his final breath. Quickly streaming tears of joy rolled down his cheeks as he tried to process it all.

His hands shook so much he couldn't stop dancing about the room, and he was in such a state of astonishment that he couldn't contain his excitement.

After exclaiming, "I think I'm cured," Clyde gently reined in his elation, realising that he might be close to death again soon if this was just a temporary improvement.

Clyde made a hurried call to the local hospital, which was, unfortunately, quite a distance away. One positive aspect of living on a small island was that he was able to schedule a health checkup at the end of the week.

He was so exhausted from his ordeal that he quickly dozed off. After such a long day of highs and lows, he had to snap out of his slumber and accept the reality that this was not a dream.

After three days, he finally arrived at the hospital for his scheduled visit. He has felt renewed vigour, renewed confidence, and a renewed sense of purpose during the past few days.

Almost five minutes later, a door to his left opened with a creak. The opening door revealed a well-dressed man in a long white doctor's uniform, with black hair parted in the middle.

Asking if anyone resembles Mr Clyde Anderson.

The response was "Yes, sir!"

At that, Clyde jumped up from the hard chair in the waiting area and followed the doctor into the examination room.

When he pushed up his glasses, the doctor beckoned for his patient to take a seat.

"Hello, my name is Dr Allen, and I'll be performing your physical today." "Before we begin, please tell me anything you know and ask any questions that come to mind."

Clyde divulged personal details about himself, including his name, address, and the devastating news he received some months before. Soon after becoming fully educated, Dr Allen initiated routine wellness examinations.

A bewildered-looking Dr Allen was sitting in his chair, leaning forward. Hardly the kind of news he expected to hear from someone who was already thought dead.

The doctor then began speaking in a concerned but clinical tone: "All my checkups have been well above what I expected; everything is good from a basic standpoint, but to be sure, I'll be sending you out for extra testing today."

Even though Clyde wasn't completely confident, he couldn't help but crack a grin at the thought of such wonderful news. He was about to depart after reading all of the tedious material.

"Thank you very much, Dr Allen," Clyde remarked sincerely.

"Have a wonderful day, Mr Anderson, and it was my pleasure to help."

Clyde left the room to do some necessary testing. It looked like a long, dull day, but by the end, maybe there would be some good news.

After waiting for half a day, he finally returned home. On the inside, he was ecstatic since he was sure as ever that everything was alright with him. The medical staff has assured him that he will learn the results within a week.

Even while he slept, he was formulating a strategy in his mind for how he planned to put his newfound power to the test.