Chapter II
Giorno quickly turned on himself, spilling his threw up all over the place while
coughed with severe gagging. It was hard for him to breathe due the room
frightening smell, a blend of humans secretion, mold and another putrid
unrecognized thing. He cleaned his lips with the shirt sleeve and raised his
head, the first thing he saw was strings where the wet clothes hang , this
room was a box of matches no more than 3 square meters, doesnt´t have at
least a bed just a makeshifts blanked on the floor. The leftovers scattered by
the floor were walkeed by cockroachs, a familiar sound hit his aching head,
but he doen´t listening since more years he could remember it. The
frightening sound invaded his ear sense as if somebody stabbed his skull, the
alarm of this clock marked the 3:30 a.m., he turned off awkwardly... while he
saw his surround.
I didn´t remember my old room so dirty and amelly, - said, for himself, while
he saw his surround, there was no doubt he had come. He wasn´t sure, but it
seemed that everything was just as he had left it. In accidentally he step on
the unfinished food on the floor, he stagger awkardly and fell on the floor. He
was completely drunk, little by little his mind got clumsier, was the trash he
had been drinking before waking up in this chaotic world. His garments, wet
by the rain, and his corporal fluids even were wets, they hang above the
makeshift rope. The only new thing was the sadness feeling that invaded him.
This chaotic world for which he fought with his faithful comrades during
centuries was his true home, but now he was again in this awful hell that
called reality. He would prefer die a hundred times in hands for another hero
or a savage criature than go back to his pathetic life again .
He without being able to avoid itdid domething that didn´t do in more than
400 years ago: he cried inconsolably, for a long time, was as a child who was
lose his fathers, his mind transported him to the day he had arrieve at this
world.
When he opnened his eyes, for the first time, in this another world, the first
thing he detected it was the desperate screams for a hundreds of small
creatures that look like jellyfish with bulging eyes, that levitating in the air
escaped from what seems mostrous eyes that hunted them. Giorno was
confused, what type of nightmare was this? He scrubbed his eyes, but he
surprised when he realized that his hands now are tentacles, as the ones of
the creatures that what hunted by the beasts, just in this moment one of the
wolfs attacked him, with one of its claws, hit him violently sending him
several meteres down. Above his head a green bar appeared and was
consumed more than the half still it become in yellow color, right after, a
voice came to his head: "active skill, regeneration level 1, when you receive
no mortal damage, your body regenerate twice as fast, the amputated parts
regenerate to a tenth of the velocity of normal healing". The same wolf
attacked again, but Giorno this time dodged him, in spite of his bleeding scar,
his gelatinous body can still move, and again a voice in his head: "unlocked
skill, temper level 1, penalties to the movility -1, decrease in pain to one
tenth".
Giorno doesn´t uderstant what happening, he just recognize that can move
with less dificulty and the occasionaded pain by the scar descended a little,
but the wolf kept chasing him, Giorno without more options runned to a cliff
and daring through it in the moment before the wolf catch him in his jaws,
both of them fell in the cliff, but Giorno being able to float a little through the
air took pratically no damage from the fall, unlike the wolf who didn´t have
salvation and several stones fall behind he for later keep him catch.
He listened again in his head: "unlocked skill , levitation evel 3, damage by
falls reduce in third part. Unlocked skill gelatinous body, blunt damage,
reduce in third part".
Giorno whe falling desperate searched the wolf who chased him, he saw
catched under a lot of stones, desperately trying to break free. Giorno took
between his tentacles a pretty heavy rock and with it hit the heads wolf,
above which a green bar appears as the same like the Giornos one, in spite of
all the received damage the lifes bar, that Giorno deduced means his life, as
in a video game, it has reduced barely thrid part, but when he received the
Giornos hit just reduced an infamous part. However, if he allow the wolf
liberate him, he will be dead, so that he continuos hitting nonstop, with the
only goal to reduce this bar to cero. He didnt know how many time was doing
it, or how many times he had incessantly atruck the wolf´s head. but the furry
animalá bar was already read and suddenly again the familiar voice in his
head spoke:
- Achievement obtained, unstoppable puncher level 1, give more than 100
blunt blows in less than 1 hour, blunt blow plus 10.
- Achievement obtained Perseverance, obtained by completing an
achievement not contemplated for your race, obtained experience multiplied
by or 2.
- Achievement obtained treless level 1, your stamina wouldn´t never end at
least than 1.
Giorno didn´t understand what happening, and neither matter at that
moment, he just want to kill the wolf that now have a purple dawn around it
and look more angry and dangerous than before. Before Giorno´s eyes a
reddish alert blinked advising him of a great danger. So he hit even faster and
all the force he could, fortunately his efforts paid off, his hitherto insignificant
blows caused much greater damage. He took a second rock with his other
tentacles and got, by the end, reduce the wolf´s bar to cero.
This inner voice said:
" Achievement obtained hunter giants, you have managed to defeat an
enemy, 20 levels above you; without help, hereinafter when you deal enemys
that they surpass you in level, you will receive a bonification of +10 in all your
stadistics, by each level they surpass you".
And added:
"Experience obtained 526 skill, perseverance active, experience received
1052, level reached 23, all the statistics will get on according to your race´s
parameters, skills learned:
* Healing, you aply a mild healing in yourlsef or in another creature.
* Panacea level 1, relief against all unfavorable states, percent relief 23%
cooling in 10 minutes.
* Inmunity to the poison .
Giorno, ddisn´t understant, he was confused, what type of fream is this
However he saw that lot of scars had dissapeared and his green bar was very
much big. He took a tentacle to what he believed was his new head and
thought that if anyway it was a crazy dream, he could enjoy it as much as he
want. He wished to see his skills to try to understand the mean for each one,
automatically in front of him they appeared enlisted.
He noticed that all conditions had uploeaded 2 levels, but the skill what most
call his atention was:
"Levitation level 5, inmune to fall damage, as long as your weight is no more
than your total body weight, you can float up at will". He just thinking in try
his body he raised as a balloon, in a few seconds he was out of the abyss.
However, when he left, the only thing he could see was what looked like the
habitat of his race totally destroyed. Several wolfs devoured what were
surely their comrades, for any reason this vision fulled him of uncontrable
rage, he descended to the ground where a pair of these wolfs looked him
growling. He took several rocks with his tentacles, for any reason he felt
that dominate this world and this strange body so much better now,
furthermore the rocks were much lighter now, he pounced against the
wolves. He noticed that his hits with a +30 bonus caused a significant
damage, but the damage of wolves caused him wasn´t devastating, his claws
cut him, causing him a big damage that forced to levitate out of his reach for
his regenaration allow the healing.
The battle extended for hours, at the end Giorno achievement to kill the 6
wolves and by the end he had a new list of new wonderfull skills.
Furthermore, his level now is 100 and a aign appeared in front of him with a
question: "do you wish to evolucionate? you´ll conservate your skills, but will
lose all your level and your statistics will restart with a little bonus".
Although he liked that gelatinous body, he really wanted to see what would
happen if it evolved.
Suddenly a rat passed in front of him and brought him to the reality. Giorno
dried his tears and stood up, he was cried as when he was a child. "I haven´t
really matured at all" -he tought for himself. "In that world I acted with
courage almost since the beginning, why I´ll surrender in this world, unlike, if
I managed to be the gobernant from that other world, at leat I have to be the
owner of a mega corporatin in this".
He left his room to the hostal yard and walked to the public bathroom. He
took a long shower, meanwhile he tryied to remember all what he can about
his life before that world. He was surprised when realize that he could
remember everything as if no time had really passed.
When he returned to the room with the clear mind, he couldn´t avoid to
amaze by the bad smell and the disorder, it was a disaster. So, the first thing
he did was clean everything and organize the few things the had. He noticed
that was sun rising already and the had clear that he should go to work. He
searched among his belongsides and got dressed with the best clothes he
had, really it was nothing but rags, but he will solve this problem during the
day, he thought. Even so, he dressed inusually elegant for his normal
standarts i that world.
- De Santoro´s lord.. said him a skeletal woman of unkempt aspect and few
friends face, she left to his encounter, just watch him put one foot out - I saw
you had decided to left early today.
" De Santoro..." - since a lot of time he didnd´t listen this last name. His father
was an italian married with a Spanish woman, he was radicated in South
America. He remembered his complete name: Giorno De Santoro & Vega, a
name bombastic for someone so pathetic, at least for this moment. In the
other world, where he was a Demon King, the people refered to him as a
majesty or your excellence and who were near to him, called him as My Lord
simply. Nobady used to call him by his name.
Giorno turned and contemplated the thin and wrinkled woman, he detailed
hercritic face expression, that any way remembered him instantly that she
was the landlady and he owes 2 rent months.
- I hope you are not trying to avoid me leaving earlier than usual, cotinued
the woman.
- No, answered Giorno, kindly and calmy- Why should I do that?, if you
believe that a De Santoro & Vega runs away form his debts, it is because you
have not had the fortune to meet me, tonight I´ll bring the money for the
rent madam.
- Are you drunk? said the woman, taunting the pathetic man.
- Since when did you speak with that arrogant tone? or you already
convinced your ex-wife to lend you more money?
Suddenly he remembered it, he was separated and has a daughter in that
world. His woman had left him a few years ago, they had married very young
and while she was climbing ascents in their company and she accumulated
successes, he was simply still in this teenage world. With a poor job and few
aspirations, at some point she left him and took his princes, he got depressed
and his life shattered.
No, Giorno now spoke with a melancholic tone, containing all the sadness of
his soul when he was aware of his incompetence was what was moved him
away from 2 persona who he most loved in this world.
- I assume my debts and pay its, he said curtly, and headed to the exit.
- Ja! as if an irresponsable, failed as you can change suddenly, said the
haughty woman. Then, he just thinked that she was right, but what she
ignore was that he had been more than 500 years that he had to change.