Situation Goes Wrong

Ali opened his eyes and see a dark abyss with no sound, vision, or life.  The air pressure was non-existed, he could not breath; yet he was not struggling as if his body gotten used to that environment.

He was wondering where that place was, was this the place where dead went? What happened the Hell and Heaven? He was sure what was happening until a sharp pain hit his all nerves from nowhere.

He felt a force was pulling him into a vortex; and with that, Ali vanished from the abyss.

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"Fuck," Ali murmured. He was feeling dreadful; his muscles were aching, and his eyes were blurry. The dizzy feeling flowing inside of his head was overthrowing his rational thinking, but it slowly faded away, and he managed to look at his surroundings with a clear view.

"Where I am?" he said as he looked around. He was in a small city; the buildings made by wood as they were old yet stable, the people were smiling despite the poor situation of the city, and a fragment of bread was all over the air.

It felt too real. He quickly looked for the menu but found nothing. Not even an ounce of action made by the UI.  He could feel something was off.

Ali, after sometimes later, distracted by another sight. The people had animal traits; it was acceptable if it was animation like The Scandia, but it was REALISTIC ANIMAL TRAITS! How? What happened?! With a rush he got up, but something was not right. He felt something amiss.

'Feelings also very realistic,' he thought as he put his hand on his face, it was too realistic; but the most important part was his nails. They were normal, like any human, but something was different.

He inspected and suddenly five claws got outside from his fingers. "What the!?" he murmured. There were people who had animal traits, he had claws... And what was wrong with the sensation again. He felt no different when he was playing the game, but now he could feel every detail, like they were real claws.

Ali sighed. 'Okay, that was a bit odd,' he thought. He felt like it was not the game, like some unrealistic fiction on websites.

But was it really?

After some thoughts later, he shook his head. He had to learn where he was at that moment. Was he in the Scandia? Was he 'transported' into another world? Was he dreaming? The answers would come eventually, but he very much would like to learn sooner.

Ali looked at the talking, murmuring, and laughing people, children were playing their little games like no care of the world, and guards were patrolling through the city.  He was a bit sceptical, but he walked to the street.

He saw a little pool in the mud, he was suspicious to how he looked like, so he went to look at his reflection. He had a long crimson hair tied in a ponytail, but some of his hair loose on his shoulder, two amber eyes that had blue mixed on their roots; so far it was acceptable, somehow, but he had two 'real' cat ears on his head. He was also tall, but not too excessively. He was around 190cm, had a fit and flexible body. The toned muscles were not too big or small, had a perfect ratio.

Ali tried to touch his cat ears as he felt a tickling sensation. It was unexpected, he brought up his claws again and looked at his other hand with awe.

If he were still in the game, he would not feel any pain. If he felt pain in real, that meant he really fucked up.  He slashed his left hand's point finger with his claws. It hurt; a bit nonetheless, but still hurt.

Kaplan, that time understood completely, he really messed up. He was one of his avatars, strong yet without a good item.

The character's name was Kaplan, like his main character, he was a were-tiger. The thing was, Kaplan was 476 level, which was fine when it considered it was above the max level of the game, but he had no equipment.

In Scandia, various first-rate items could be found at the most dangerous places, but Kaplan was different. Ali thought since he played the game with full gear, like any RPG players do, he'd like to go without a first-rate equipment for one time.

The game was too big to finish so he wanted to start over with another character, and made a different build.

He even found a hidden quest and acquired 'The Elixir of Gelişim.' It had various effects. First, the elixir increases your level limit 256 to 499, then gives you a XP boost over a month, in game time that was, but it was still a strong effect.

He did well for a while. He even managed to break the level barrier, hence he managed to follow of the story's flow, but when the story came to The Empire's 'Dragon Overlord' quest, he could not do anything. Items, gears, accessories with enchantment effects were necessary for progressing the game. Hence, he left the Kaplan, and went his main character, Kaplan.

Yes, his main character's name was Kaplan, as well. He was not creative when it came to the names...

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"Status," Ali murmured.

…

Nothing. He waited a bit more, said 'status' a lot more, but it was futile. Status window, menu, options, quests were not working.

He sighed. If the things he learned from outside was true, he was in The Western Beast Empire, which was homeland of the demi-humans like himself.

He wondered if the info menu of his character was true in here.

In the game, Kaplan's background was a bit tragic; not too shabby, but still a bad one.

He was the only son of Markus and Gimila. Gimila, which was Kaplan's mother was a were-tiger like her son. When a child was born, they mostly got their mother's race. Hence, Kaplan had no race traits of his father; Markus, the were-jaguar, was a good father first, but it later changed when he started to be hanging out with wrong people.

He got a loan of 10k altın thanks to 'supports' of his friends.  He wanted 20k altın, but the bank officer said, he could not have it since he did not earn much of a money. Markus was angry at that comment, he broke a tantrum and ask to his wife, Gimila, to take loan.

Gimila refused to take loan. She was a poorly educated woman who could not read or write well, but she had a heart of gold. She was a gentle and caring mother and wife; always gives his priorities to her son and husband, even though her husband was falling apart from the family.

Markus, after he couldn't pay the loan, started to get angrier over time. He came home late and left early. When weekend came, he hanged out with his friends, then go to the work again.

One night, his friends come to their house. They ridiculed Kaplan's mother, Gimila, for how uneducated woman she was. The only things she useful for were making chores and spreading her legs to her husband since she could not live without a money gathering male.

Gimila cried at that night as Kaplan was watching the scenery with teary eyes, at the age of 11. Gimila later found a job, and Kaplan determinate himself to become the strongest Magical Warrior and live with his mother in luxury.

…It was a pity he couldn't. Well, until Ali used him as his character of course, but he was at the beginning again, so a pity Kaplan was still weaker than an ordinary guy, until now.

Kaplan narrowed his eyes. When he thought about that, the things were too familiar... as if he were the one who experienced those events.

In the end, he sighed. He started walk to the direction of the gate. He looked around and exhaled deeply. 'What should I do?' He murmured. He was in a foreign environment, and he barely remember his original memories.

"Kaplan," a soft and gentle voice emerged from Kaplan's behind. Kaplan turned his head to unknown yet familiar voice.

When Kaplan's eyes met with the amber eyed woman in front of him, he stood still. He could tell that the woman in front of him was his mother Gimila.  Gimila's eyes were looking at him with love and care, the woman was unknown to him thus far, for some reason felt like she was in his life for an eternity.

"Mother," Kaplan answered softly; his soft voice was unintentional but natural. He felt like he was always speaking with her in that tone.

Gimila, who was Kaplan's mother, smiled. She was a tall, almost 1.85cm, thin, and beautiful woman with dark red hair, amber eyes, and small lips. Her red hair tied up in a ponytail that one strand loose on her left eye. She also had a pretty face that showed her appealing.

"What are you standing there for silly," Gimila teased her son lightly. Her hands were full of ingredients. She was working on a greengrocer and her boss was fancy of her. She did not accept her advances, since she was married, but he was persistent.

...That was why she always came home with many ingredients on her. Kaplan clearly did not know what to say. Yes, he did not like when a man flirt with her mom, but he was better person than his father.

...Wait. Why was he thinking her as his mother? And why he labelled himself as Kaplan.

He shook his head and looked at his mother(?). "Let me help you, mom," he said softly as he grabbed the bags on her hand. He felt a warm feeling that was too natural yet foreign at the same time as if two souls were clashing each other.

"Why thank you," Gimila said softly as she let her son grab the bags on her hands. "Come on, dark is soon, we should go home," then she added as she went through the streets. Kaplan followed her with various vegetables on his hands.

They reached their home soon after their walk. The house was poorly maintained; the woods were rotten on the first floor, the garden not looked for a long time, and the house itself was reek of alcohol.

Kaplan sneered. He felt a sudden rush of wrath on his body. He could hear three people inside of the house, so was his mother Gimila.

Gimila was looking at the house with a bitter expression. The usual day was about to begin for her. She was sad, but she was also strong. Hence, she turned her head to Kaplan and put a bright smile to ease her son's worries. "It is okay, love. They can only talk," she said softly.

Kaplan gritted his teeth. He was not sure why he felt angry because of the people inside; his body was too familiar with his mother, Gimila. It might because of his own and Kaplan's souls merged into a one, so he should be feeling what Kaplan might feel when the situation like that.

Be as it may, he could think about that later. He had an anger issue the fix. "But they shouldn't," Kaplan said angrily.

"Maybe," Gimila said gently. She took a breath and resolved herself. "But, in the end, they can only talk," then she added in a bit cracked voice. Kaplan knew it was hurting her, but she was too stubborn to argue.

Gimila looked at her son with a tired, but gentle expression. "It is okay," she said. "It will be okay," then she added.

He looked at his mom sceptically, but Gimila could not sense it. She entered the house.

"I'm home," Gimila said flatly. Kaplan followed behind her, silently.

Inside of the house was a mess. Kaplan's father Markus could nearly pay the loans, and when he did that, there was so little money left for the family. Kaplan's mother Gimila always paid all the taxes and buy ingredients. She even saved some money for Kaplan's marriage, hoped his will better than her.

"So, the whore come back. How was it? Your 'boyfriend' gave you enough food today?" Sneered a man inside of the house. Kaplan about to intervene, but Gimila put her hand to stop him.

Gimila did not mind them as she entered the kitchen to prepare the food after she got bags on Kaplan's hand. She did not rest a bit; since only room to rest, aside from bedroom, was crowded with her husband's friends.

Kaplan entered the house as he looked at the people.  Three people were playing some card games; one of them his father, he was stand tall with 1.97cm tall with a messy long dark hair, ice blue eyes with a not too big but still a bit bigger than usual nose. He was wearing an old, ruptured black cloth on his upper body and a long black pants on his lower.

He did not even glance his son for a second as he spoken coldly. "You have come late, so you hunt extra. Where is the money?" He asked while putting one of the cars on the desk.

The others laughed to the card as Kaplan sneered how fucked up person he was. "Who knows?" Kaplan said sarcastically. "I might have use it for some woman... since you seem to cannot accomplish it anymore."

Markus's friends laughed at the sarcasm. "Kid's spine grown it seems!" One of them said. He was a were-fox; his hair was orange along with his eyes, the teeth on his mouth were yellower than Kaplan's eyes, his eyes were bloody, and had a well-maintained orange suit.

...He was an ugly, very ugly man.

He was orange tip to the toe. Kaplan could remember him vaguely, but he was sure he knew his name by instinct. "Bordi, it is good to see you. Still sucking my dear father's money for good it seems," Kaplan said with a grin. "Does he suck it yours to gain it back?" Then he added.

Markus narrowed his eyes as he looked at his son, Kaplan. "Shut it, boy! If you know what is good for you," he growled in anger.

Meanwhile, Gordi laughed again. "He really grown a backbone! Hehe. Yeah, Markus is suck, but he may win... sometimes~," Bordi said happily. After he stop laughing, he looked at Markus darkly. "But, he better pay my money soon…"

Kaplan's amber eyes glowed in a faint blueish colour, he ignored Gordi's comment and looked at his father. "What will you do about it?" He sneered. "Beat me?" He then asked sarcastically. Based on his memories, he always beaten by his father when he was young that resulted a trauma, and fear to his dad.

Kaplan could feel, even now he was a bit afraid. A little part of his soul terrified by his father's wrath, but now he was not the same Kaplan. He may not be there for a long time, he still had doubts to accept Gimila as his mother, but he would not let that man hurt her any longer.

...Also, he wanted to see how his body fare against his father. Was Kaplan as strong as he stopped playing the game or not?

While Kaplan in his thoughts, his instincts alarmed. He unintentionally dashed his left as the incoming fist hit the wall behind him, pierced the wooden wall and cracked its surroundings.

Kaplan startled to the sudden act. He was not expecting a surprize attack, but his father was scum enough to do that it would seem.

"Boy," Markus said, fished out his hand from the broken wooden wall as he looked at Kaplan's eyes with furry. "You seem to forget all the beating you have got from me." He gritted his teeth. At that time Kaplan could swear his head releasing steam. "I need to remind you who is the big man here!" With that line, he attacked Kaplan again.

"Cliché…" Kaplan muttered as he positioned himself.

Kaplan started to dodge his father's, Markus's attacks easily. Markus's attacks were slow and weak, he was not aiming in particular areas that could be lethal or dangerous; just swinging his arm with a force to reckon with... In a normal demi-human standard.

He tested out some theories; he was stronger than his father, for sure, but he was not too strong. Not as strong as when he left the avatar on the game. After sometimes later, he had enough. He tested some theories and now it was time to deal with Markus.

"You cheeky brat, stay still!" Markus yelled in anger. His friends Gordi and the other unknown idiot was watching the scenery with interest. They were laughing at Markus who was not good enough to hit 15 years old brat as a Were-Jaguar.

Markus, after the laughing of his friends, snapped. "Come here, you little shit!" He shouted as he dashed towards Kaplan. He extended his arm backwards and released a powerful punch at Kaplan's head.

Kaplan saw the incoming fist with boredom. He uplifted his hand and grabbed Markus's fist with ease, use a bit pressure to smash some muscle on his hand, and pulled Markus to himself, headbutted him that resulted in a broken nose.

Markus yelled in pain. "Argh!" His eyes were full of red and watery, making Markus seeing around in blur, the amount of blood that bleeding through on his nose was enough to fill couple glass as his steps halted and staggered, then he fell on his butt.

Markus's anger was now skyrocket with the all the pain and agony; his head was now full of clouds of wrath and desire to hurt his son, Kaplan.

Behind him, his two friends were speechless. They were expecting to Markus beat Kaplan like always, but the outcome was different than before. Markus had always been like that since he could hardly pay for his loans, thanks to gambling with his friends. He would beat his son and wife, get their money forcefully and lose it to them.

It has been always like that, far too long that they stop wondering how long it was, yet Kaplan at that time was different.

Kaplan's amber eyes were glowing in blue. He was looking at Markus with a disappointed expression.

"Don't be impatient old man," Kaplan said coldly as the temperature of the room was dropping dramatically. "You were gambling, so you must earn money, no?"

"I have no money for the likes of you!" Markus growled.

"What is going on here?"

Kaplan turned his head back to see his mother's shocked face.

"Mother," Kaplan said slowly. "We… had a bit disaccord."

Gimila looked at her son with worry. "Are you okay?" She asked slowly.

Kaplan smiled. "Yes, mother. I am fine," he said softly; then his glanced his father darkly. "Yet, I cannot say the same thing about him."

Gimila sighed and went next to Markus. "Come on, dear. Get up," she said kindly. She held his arm and tried to get him up.

"Do not pity me, woman!" Markus spat and slapped Gimila with enough force to flew her away towards his son.

Kaplan grabbed his mother at the last second and looked at her. Gimila was clearly startled, her eyes were watery, her cheek was bruised, and she was standing still, doing nothing.

Kaplan growled. "Bastard," he said venomously. "You have done it now!"

Markus spitted to the ground; he looked at Kaplan darkly. "We are just getting started," he said darkly.

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