2 Start...Pain...GO!!!!

POV 3-Person

Samael woke up in a rather luxurious King Size bed. The bed itself was in a fairly large room full of white furniture. There was a large TV in front of the bed and a laptop on a table next to the bed. And on the left and right there was a wardrobe and a shelf with books, games and photos.

On some parts of the walls that are empty. There are portraits of Samael of him in the silliest poses.

When Samael awoke, he slowly looked around the room. And his smile on his face was almost on the level of a "Batman who laughs" he was so happy.

(Samael)-However, ideas on the spur of the moment. They are the best. I came up with the idea of ​​the starting place while starting the sentence. heh ... A fool is always lucky.

(Samael)-And no, I don't have an inferiority complex.

After a brief monlogue, Samael got up and went to the bathroom. He didn't even care about the enormity of his apartment, but just walked without words to the bathroom, which was a few meters from his room.

While in the bathroom, Samael stood in front of a large mirror in the corner of the room. And he took his shirts off to see if anything changed.

(Samael)-Yeah. No change. The type in the mirror is one hundred percent me.

(Samael)-Lack of muscles ... he's ... skinny ... maybe not quite the hands ... are too. My face ... no change ... Okay, let's check my starter kit.

(Samael)-Maybe I'll start with regeneration.

Samael picked up a razor without thinking. And the tip lightly ... quite hard ... a piece of the inner side of the hand.

(Samael)-Aaaaaaa...It fucked me up. Fuck ... What do I have on in my head?

After a while, however, there was a wound on the inside of his right hand. She was starting to recover ... which was quite slow. Because with the other hand, Samael was squeezing his right hand by the wrists. Make the blood flow more slowly. Somehow, it extended his torment for a few seconds.

(Samael)-At least I've learned that hurting yourself is stupid.

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(LiDi)-Good start ... heh...And I could add a little more in the avatar search. Apart from "recently deceased under the age of 25".

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(Samael)-Okay, keep on ... Like I draw out my claws?

Samael's hands tighten for a moment, but the claws don't come out.

After a while, Samael focuses and tries to imagine the feeling of draw out claws.

(Samael)-Auch...Auch...And are.

After a while imagining this feeling. Samael felt the prickle in six places. Three for each hand. The feeling of piercing the skin is not pleasant. However, the bone displacement itself did not hurt. The body did it naturally, only piercing the skin hurt.

Samael looked at the blade, and after seeing them. He had almost forgotten the pain. One of his dreams just came true. He had Wolverine's fucking claws. I mean his son, but the fact itself counts.

(Samael)-Maybe a little pain is worth it. Something like this ... Hehe ... What am I saying. Of course, it's worth it. I would let the road roller run form me again. Hehe ...

(Samael)-Okay. Now that we have it. It's an empathy skill that's not testable right now. Okey ... Heightened senses. They work ... feel more and see more clearly. Especially the sense of smell ... heh, I have to wash up.

(Samael)-And then think about some good reinforcement. I'm not sure if I can take another dose of pain. I'll have to develop a tolerance for pain or power Francis's.

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half-hour later...

After washing and refreshing your body. Samael's mind was a little brighter. And now he could focus on choosing the first power he wanted to get.

(Samael)-The best choice to start. There would be a power that would allow me to add my powers painlessly. So the power that will turn off the pain sensation.

Samael at first thought it was enough to say. However, it was stupid and ineffective. So, he decided to do something similar to what he did with the claws.

Samael closed his eyes and sat down on the toilet. And began to imagine the power he wanted and how it would work.

Samael began to feel a strange feeling in his body. As if every nerve he had vibrated and slightly distorted. After a while, however, he felt quite intense pain, which caused a heat on the floor.

Samael began to feel a strange feeling in his body. As if every nerve he had vibrated and slightly distorted. After a while, however, he felt quite intense pain, which caused a crash on the floor.

However, at the same time apart from the pain, Samael felt that a new power had not appeared. As if an internal force blocked his creation of such power.

After eating for a while, Samael stood up and looked into the mirror in front of him.

However, instead of his reflection, he saw that his employer was in the mirror instead. Hehe...Terrible...

(LiberDictra)-I don't think you thought it would be that simple. That you outsmarted me ... a guy who has lived for billions of years ... hehe ... No fish ... I don't want you to be a spoiled kid .... No ... If you want power, you have to suffer a little. Maybe then your character will suit me better.

Samael got angry or just did the first thing he could think of. And he broke the mirror, hitting it with his bare fist. As a result, some fragments injured his skin.

(LiberDictra)-Maybe he'll learn something over time.-he said before he disappeared.

(Samael)- Fffffuuuucccckkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!

And again, Samael, he was in great pain. Through which he once again passes, but this time he gained nothing. Although ... maybe he got a little more wits.

Less than a moment later, Samael stood up and shook himself.

(Samael)- Okay. I feel like I have enough pain for today... But ... But ... Maybe I will give myself the power ... to keep me from going through this again ... hmmm ...

(Samael)-Luca Cage's power is not very good for me ... Because the claws may not come out ... And I can't make the skin less hard on my hands ... because it's nonsense.

(Samael)-The only solution ... or the only one I came up with. There is a reinforcement to the skeleton ... so that it can cut even reinforced leather or even some rare metal, sliced ​​adamantium. So tonight, strengthening the skeleton ... by the way ... I just complained about enough pain. Lol ... And tomorrow it will strengthen the skin and muscles. If I'm in pain, I'll do two in one go.

(Samael)-Okay, let's start, this pain session ... May it be worth it ...

Moments later, Samael focuses. And he tried to come up with ... to imagine. The hardness of his skeleton, so much greater than normal ... and that his claws would be much sharper. And in the places of the hands where the blades protrude. There were bony protrusions ... that would have allowed him a less painful claw extension. And they looked cool too. And that the color of the talons and the skeleton would be black. It was impossible to make only the claws so he did the whole thing.

And let's have a minute of silence ... remember Samael.

Samael feels incredible pain, lies flat on the ground, and is unable to move his body even a centimeter. He feels his bones breaking and shifting on a molecular level.

The mere scream that Samael makes would be enough to wake the dead man. He screams with all his might and the pain is so strong. That it keeps him from losing consciousness.

Samael felt his skeleton change, starting with the feet and ending with the skull. The skull itself was the worst of it, and the process itself took about two hours. So the torture Samael felt. They were more than more painful than his death. Maybe even a similar pain level.

When the process is over. And the pain was gone, but a feeling of heaviness replaced it. And not that after something hard to digest. But he just couldn't move ... just. The skeleton was too heavy for its present flesh.

(Samael)-Come on!!... Heh...I could have predicted it ... good power number three. To be obtained. Cypher powers or simply intelligence enhancement ...

(Samael)-There is no way I am going to play with strengthening the skin and muscles now ...

(Samael)-Now it's best to do nothing ... I need a break. And so I strengthened the skeleton ... and it was a torment anyway ... Too bad since I can't get up now. It might as well get enough sleep now.

(Samael)-Yes...This is probably a good idea...Yes...

Samael closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But he only succeeded after fifteen minutes of lying down with his eyes closed.

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A few hours later

Samael opens his eyes ... well, he doesn't get up. Because he can't yet.

(Samael)-It wasn't a dream. Okay ... still can't get up ... okay ...

(Samael)-I still can't get up ... Still ...HEH...

Samael understands that he must now create a power that will allow him to get up and move normally. However, he is still preparing for it mentally ... but it takes a while.

(Samael)-Okay, I have to get up and plan my future actions ... then there's the power-building ... well here we go ...

Samael closed his eyes and refocused on what power he wants to create. He thinks of a power that will increase his strength to the extent that he can increase strength at will. At the same time, the minimum state of increased force would remain at the point where he could move. And the power to strengthen his skin so that the pistol bullets won't hurt him ... or he would be able to block adamantium or vibranium claws.

As soon as the initial power-creation process was completed. Another more painful process followed.

And once again Samael screams with all his might. For his skin and muscles go through a process of transformation. First there were the muscles. Each cell of the muscle is destroyed and a new one is created in its place. A cell capable of increasing its density and hardness. Which is capable of instant growth, unrestricted. But with pain that was felt for Samael.

The very process of transforming muscles was the most painful. Because the muscles have the closest contact to the nerves in the body than the skin. Which makes the pain much bigger.

Although the skin reshaping process itself was not painless either. Samael's forehead seemed to be skinned. Approximately. The process was painful and lengthy. And from the fact that Samael came to the new world in the morning. It was late at night now. So it can be expected that the torture lasted quite a long time.

After this painful process. Samael decided that for the next few days he would not add any new powers. And the power to increase intelligence. Must wait ...

Samael, rather unsteadily, returned to the bedroom. And with great difficulty he lay down on the bed. Because even though he went through the process, his forehead still felt a little pain. And it's hot, so walking into the room. Using the thermostat on the wall next to the door, he lowered the temperature.

And while he was lying on the bed, he said.

(Samael)-As you can see ... nothing really is for free. Heh ... Maybe check what time we have or something.

(Samael)-Aaa...Auch...Auch....And done...

Choked out Samael, who was struggling to reach under the laptop, and put it on his chest.

He had a pillow under his head, so he could use the Laptop with no problem ... not counting the slight pain...he use a laptop.

There was nothing on the computer screen. Except for the browser icon, "my computer", and a text document titled "Read This".

Samael opened a text document and began reading it aloud.

(Samael)-This document provides basic information about who you are in this world. I made it in the form of a short note in the shape of Game Status. But no statistics. so you would understand.

(Samael)-HEH...

(Samael)-PS. Remember that this is not a fictional world. It may seem so to you. But this world is as real as your last one. So don't expect everything to go your way. You don't have story armor or anything like that.

(Samael)-Super...Heh...

(Samael)-

Name : Samael Avenge.

Age/lvl : 18

Membership: LiberDictra Avatar

Attends: #### High School . (Lidi:I like to bullied ... Hehe ... have fun.)

The location of the apartment: Outskirts of the city of Westten. Huge villa with no neighborhood. With direct access road to the city. (Lidi: You won't be living here too long anyway. After all, not much is happening in this city. I think you will come up with something.)

Account balance: 4 654 200 $ ( LiDi: You will not die of hunger.)

Relatives: - James Howlett Aka Logan/ Wolverine. (By selecting the starting power. And no, you are not his son. More like a sweat. After all, Logan, he's a little old.)

-no other living relatives

Finally, remember. That I am not planning to leave you alone. Hehe ...

(Samael)-And that doesn't sound ominous at all. Heh ... I guess I'll go sightseeing the mansion.