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My System was Muted!

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.*

Daoistc5PXIE · Fantasy
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10 Chs
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Slothful (EX1) [Sins 1/7]

This is a side story, a chapter that's not quite as long as a usual one and does not pertain to the Main Characters, it also isn't as well written or strictly kept to my traditional writing style.

~~Lysandereth, Library of Ruain, Lanker~~

[<Sloth's Successor> has been activated, your XP will increase as you sleep.]

[<Sound Sleep> has been activated, Sloth is watching over you; only another of the 7 Sins or their successors can wake you.]

[<Dragon Wrangler> has been activated, your achievement in holding a Dragon down with your sheer strength has taken hold, and your will to keep your ground has tied you to the spot.]

"Mhmm... Good night... yawn"

 In the middle of several bookshelves lies a bright red door, and right in front of that looming door is a single man; asleep.

The sleeping man is slumbering quite soundly, quite cozy in his Baby Blue Robes, the Robes of Dreamweaving; the robes provide quite a bit of contrast to his frizzy dark blonde hair creating a wall over his eyes.

The light brown of his skin took up a large part of his 6-foot figure, his broad shoulders and straight-edged chest were in sharp contrast to his wrinkled clothes, sagging face, and unkempt appearance.

Hugging a taxidermied , the SSS Rank Tank was disturbing and disrupting everyone's day, after all... that bright red door is the only exit, and entrance into the library; the entrance that he is firmly blocking with his frame alone.

His strength wasn't the only problem, this wasn't the first time this had happened and they knew how only a select few could wake him up. It'd be quicker to create another exit than to wait for someone to wake him up, however in this current situation neither seems to be possible.

For the people inside, this is a nightmare. Unless they wished to break some laws and break a wall down to escape from inside, this was their new home for the next week or so.

Poor Poor Lysandereth, having to adapt to deal with this behemoth of a sleeper.