1 Awakening in a new reality
In the heart of the bustling hall, a teacher prepared to unveil a monumental announcement.
This wasn't the usual fodder of mathematical theorems or historical timelines. It was a matter of profound significance.
Students, clad in uniforms, perched on the edge of their seats, their gazes locked unwaveringly on the teacher.
"Attention, scholars! We stand 30 days away from the academy entrance exam, and a mere 20 days from initiating the ability awakening test!" The teacher's proclamation stirred a palpable excitement that rippled through the hall.
"Ah, ability awakening. I'm hoping for a C-Class ability."
"My expectations are modest, but a D or C-Class would be a delightful surprise."
"If fortune favours me, an S-Class."
"S-Class? That's a lofty aspiration. The one likely to unlock an S-Class is our young master, Sebastian."
"Indeed, but let's not overlook Ryan and Victor. They have proven their mettle time and again."
The hall echoed with animated chatter and speculation. The air was thick with anticipation and resolve.
This was the pivotal moment they had all been gearing up for. The awakening of their super abilities was akin to receiving a golden ticket, a game-changer that would redefine their future.
However, amidst this electrifying atmosphere, a blond teen with striking good looks appeared utterly bewildered.
'What is this spectacle? Ability awakening? S-Class?' he mused, his thoughts in disarray.
He surveyed his surroundings, his gaze taking in the grand hall, the authoritative figure of the teacher on the stage, and the school uniform that he was inexplicably adorned in.
'Why am I garbed in this school attire?' he pondered, his mind in a whirl.
It all felt like a surreal dream. His last memory was of returning home from college, surrendering to sleep, and then he found himself in this bizarre scenario.
"Could this be a twist of fate, reincarnation or time-travel perhaps?" he murmured to himself, his fingers thoughtfully caressing his chin.
However, as he attempted to unravel the mystery, a bolt of pain seared through his head. He instinctively clutched his temples, his features contorted in agony.
A deluge of memories flooded his mind, overwhelming him. The pain escalated to an unbearable extent, causing him to crumble onto the floor.
Voices of concern permeated the air as his peers rushed to his aid. "Hey, are you alright?" one of them inquired, a look of genuine concern etched on their face.
"We should escort him to the infirmary," another voice chimed in, stepping forward to assume control of the situation.
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The gentle evening sun streamed through the window, casting its warm glow on a teenager's face.
This youth was fast asleep in the school's health room, a picture of tranquility amidst the unusual day's events.
Gradually, the teenager stirred, a hand rising to shield his eyes from the sunlight. He opened his eyes, blinking in confusion as he took stock of his surroundings.
The first sight to greet him was the bland, white ceiling. He pushed himself upright, cradling his head that still echoed with remnants of the earlier pain.
Thankfully, the discomfort subsided swiftly, allowing him to immerse himself in deep contemplation. The reality of what had happened started to seep in.
He pinched his cheek, praying that this was a bizarre dream.
His hopes were dashed, however.
"Dammit, this wasn't a dream," he muttered under his breath, looking visibly distressed.
The pain he had experienced earlier was a result of the sudden influx of memories from this body. Through these memories, he confirmed the unthinkable—he had transmigrated into the body of a teenager who bore his same name: Victor Redfield, an 18-year-old orphan.
As Victor delved deeper into the memories of his new body, he unveiled more about this extraordinary world he had been thrust into.
This was a world where monsters and beasts roamed freely, posing a perpetual threat to human life. The existence of portals exacerbated the situation, as they ushered in even more monstrous beings.
Yet, amidst this grave crisis, humanity had been bestowed a glimmer of hope.
The chance to awaken superpowers, graded from the modest F-class to the formidable SSS-class, had been gifted to mankind.
These superpowers manifested in various forms, ranging from shapeshifting and elemental manipulation to raise the undead.
All of this served one purpose—to equip humans with the necessary means to combat the monstrous threats that jeopardized their survival.
And the individual who awakened their power was bestowed the title of a Magus.
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"I need to accept this. I've transmigrated into this new world," he resolved.
He understood that ruminating on the past or questioning his arrival here would be futile. What was paramount was his course of action in this new world.
"Also, I have no idea what power I will awaken. I hope it's not too feeble," he added, a ripple of concern coursing through him.
He was fully aware of the importance of superpowers in this new world, and the uncertainty of his own power made him anxious.
Even though ordinary people managed to carve out a living, the constant threat of monster attacks loomed ominously over them. This harsh reality was a daunting prospect, but Victor was resolved to face it head-on.
Victor began to contemplate his future. He needed to seize this opportunity and carve his niche in this world.
[System activated]
Victor's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a holographic display before him and a mechanical voice resonating in his mind.
"System?" he echoed, his heart pounding with excitement.
[My name is the Divine Stealing System]
Victor's heart stuttered at the word "stealing". Could this system allow him to steal powers from others?
He took a moment to gather his thoughts before he spoke. "Alright, clarify your purpose," he demanded.
[The Divine Stealing System exists solely for you, Victor Redfield]
[What you need to do is simple, and the system has no tasks for you. Simply kill monsters or humans, and you can steal one of their powers]
Victor nodded, absorbing the system's explanation. The term 'steal' didn't imply he could directly take someone's power. He needed to eliminate them to acquire their abilities.
However, this system has functions that are extraordinary. Even without the tasks, it's like he hit the jackpot.
[The host has a novice gift, do you want to open it?]
Victor was surprised. It turns out there was a novice gift.
"Open it!" He nodded immediately.
In the next second, a barrage of holograms appeared before him.
[Congratulations, you got the S-class weapon: Fragment of the Gungnir (1/3)]
[Congratulations, you obtained an intermediate cultivation talent]
[Congratulations, you got a 20×20 square meter spatial ring]
Victor was transfixed by the holograms that appeared in front of him.
Are all these just novice gifts? A rare S-class weapon, a cultivation talent, and even a spatial ring - it was like he'd hit the jackpot.
[Do you want to extract them?]
"Extract them!" Victor nodded immediately.
[Extraction started]
In the next second, Victor felt something enter his brain. Nothing hurt, just something flowing through his mind.
It took a minute for that, and Victor opened his eyes again. To be honest, he didn't feel any changes.
He looked at his right hand, which was holding a spear.
And not long after, a hologram appeared in front of him.
[Name: Fragment of the Gungnir]
[Class: S+]
[Amount of Fragment: 1/3]
[Power: Energy Absorber]
[Description: One of three Gungnir spear fragments. Collect all three fragments, and the true form of the gungnir spear will appear]
"So, this is Odin's spear, huh? It looks fierce even though just a fragment," Victor couldn't help but smile as he saw the long spear with the blood-red mark carved on the hilt and the shine on the spear's tip.
Victor stood up and tried the spear.
He swung the spear freely. The handle fits perfectly in his hand, and the spear is about the same height as him, 6,2 feet.
He swings and stabs the air with the spear.
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Each stab creates a gentle wind and blue energy effect.
Bang!
He pounded the spear's tip against the floor, creating a gust of wind around him.
Then, he raised the spear, and it suddenly turned into a pen.
Victor was amazed by the Fragment of the Gungnir. It had many unique abilities that could even turn into a pen.
That also means he can take it anywhere. It's like a portable spear.
"Very good. I will make this spear my main weapon," he said with a smile, putting the pen in his pocket.
"And now, let's get out of here."
