1 Chapter 1__Traveling to another world, Meeting Moustafa's 'new' father.
"Let's summarize all the problems I've found. First of all, I don't know where I'm. Second, I don't have my original body anymore, it seems like my soul has changed its body and claimed this one. Third, I don't have any clue about the old owner of this body's name. Lastly, I'm leaving in the biggest house in this large village." Said Moustafa as he stepped outside of his 'new' house. It's been two hours since he found himself waking up in this body.
At first, he thought that it was a dream or something like that, however, after doing some tests to find if this place was real or not, he became terrified. Plus...
{Would you like to go through the fragment of memories your new body contains?} {Yes or No}
Earlier, while he was flipping out about what he could do in this new place, Moustafa saw a holographic screen appear in front of him. 'It called itself something like a system(?) To be honest, I know what that word means but I never thought something like that would exist for real.' Thought Moustafa as he entered inside the house. Since he had already familiarized himself with this medium-sized house, Moustafa directly made his way to 'his' bedroom and locked the door. He did not want to be interrupted!
'Alright Moustafa, I know that you ain't no coward, so grab your balls and merge yourself into this new type of life...' Moustafa tried to hype himself up before thinking of choosing the 'yes' option. He did not know if this was the right method to use, however, this was the most probable one he could think of. Fortunately, that was the right method he had to use to accept it, unfortunately, though, an intense headache made him drop to the floor, groaning in pain.
Gnashing his teeth, Moustafa persevered through the pain and stood up from his position. With great effort, he managed to lay down on his bed, which were as fluffy as an adult sheep's fur(?). Maybe it was the material used to create this item, anyway, Moustafa didn't have time to think about any of that as he felt like crying.
Of course, no tears fell out of his eyes! Ever since he was a young boy, Moustafa was thought that a real man should never allow his tears to fall out of his eyes during hard times. That teaching was engraved into his soul, so, Moustafa did his best not to let any tear fall out of his eyes. After a couple of seconds, the pain started to subside and Moustafa could finally let out a sigh of relief. To him, It felt like an eternity had passed.
{The memories have been organized into different folds. Those folds are, <Information about Moustafa>, <Information about Moustafa's family>, <Information about Moustafa's tribe>, <Information about Whitelore>, <Information about Almeria>. You have to think about the fold you want to open to have access to it.} {The system had been optimized due to the memories already being transferred, would you like to see your status page?} {Yes or No}
Moustafa did not answer the system's question as he did his best to regain his normal breathing pattern. 'I knew something like this would happen, but goddamn those novels downplay this sh*t! It hurts like a b*tch!' Thought Moustafa as he felt like cursing out loud. 'I can't believe I've traveled to another world, plus my appearance hasn't changed at all. The only thing that changed is my age, which is fifteen instead of thirty now.' Thought Moustafa as he ignored the holographic screen in front of him and headed towards his bathroom.
After vomiting a little, Moustafa cleaned his face with water that seemed to come out of a large blue rock and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had dark skin, just like in his past life, yellowish irises, and an overall above-average look. He could not be compared to those handsome male models back on Earth, however, he was still good looking.
'I don't think this can be considered above-average, but I have to admit that I used to pull some girls in when I was in High-school. So, I should not be that disgusting. I wish I could determine how good looking a man is, too bad I'm not gay, and I'll never be gay. So let's forget about that. *Sigh*! I would have liked to be immune to pain if that's possible.' Lamented Moustafa as he continued to look at himself through the mirror.
A couple of seconds later, Moustafa looked at the holographic screen and thought of accepting the system's question. All of a sudden, another screen appeared next to the initial one. It has the following words written on it.
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|Name|__<Moustafa Ndoye>
|Age|__<Fifteen and three months old>
|Height|__<One hundred and eighty-eight Centimetres>
|Weight|__<Seventy-five Kilograms>
|Tribe's name|__<Gai-inde Qu-bila>
|Level|__<One>
__Physical Stats__
|Strength|__<One hundred Kilograms> |Speed|__<Thirty Km/h>
|Vitality|__<Ten> |Intelligence|__<Ten> |Wisdom|__<Ten>
__Magical Stats__
|Mana Quantity|__<Ten>
__Skills__
|Mana Control|__ This skill allows you to control the mana inside of your body, use it to attack or defend against other's attacks, and if the skill's level is high enough, you'd be able to transform the mana into elements. The level of the skill will decrease if the amount of Mana augments while the user does not train to control it. Lvl__<1/100>
|Hand to hand Combat|__This Skill allows you to use your hands and feet as weapons. Using different techniques, you'll be able to fight toe to toe against weapon users. |Techniques learned|__<3/48>. Lvl__<5/100>.
|Farming|__ This Skill allows the user to increase the efficiency of planting crops on a field. There is a ten percent chance of the quality crops planted increases. Every increase in level will augment the chances by one percent. Lvl__<10/100>
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'This is quite the complete status screen...' Moustafa praised the system as he looked at the long holographic screen. After some time passed, Moustafa willed the system to close the holographic screens and took his shirt off. He was prepared to take a bath and sleep in his 'new' bed, however, just as he was about to take his pants off, he heard someone knock on the door.
*Knock* *knock* *knock*
Grumbling with dissatisfaction because of his current situation, Moustafa hurriedly wore the shirt he had just taken off and went to open the door. Once he opened it, he could see a tall, muscular man standing in front of him. Although Moustafa was quite tall for his age, being 188 Cm, but compared to this person in front of him, he felt like Lionel Messi in front of Tacko Fall.
(AN__: Lionel Messi is a famous football player playing for a team called Barcelona, he is 170 Cm long. Tacko Fall is a Senegalese basketball player playing in the NBA for the Celtics of Boston, he is 226 Cm long.)
"Your highness, the chieftain is asking for your presence. He has something important to talk to you about." The tall man respectfully spoke before doing a military salute by putting one hand on his chest and the other one placed on his back. Mustafa nodded his head and responded.
"I'll be there in a minute. Oh! Is he at the training grounds or the meeting area?" Moustafa asked as he remembered the information the system had given him earlier while he was bitch*ng around because of the pain. The Tall man, still having his respectful expression, responded.
"His majesty is at the training grounds. He had just finished practicing his sword arts." Moustafa nodded his head in understanding and signaled the man to leave as he made his way back into the room. 'System, give me all the information you have about my 'new' father.' Moustafa commanded and soon, a holographic screen appeared in front of him.
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|Name|__<Mactar Ndoye>
{Mactar Ndoye is the Chieftain of the <Gai-inde Qu-bila>. He is known as the strongest individual in the entire tribe, while also being the strongest among all the different Chieftains in <Whitelore>. He is Known to strategic and innovative with his battle plans during times of war. Mactar is usually a kind-hearted person and treats his family members and friends gently, however, once he's mad, his demeanor will be colder than the arctic continent, his fighting style will become frenzied, opposite to his usual calm and graceful one. In other words, never provoke this person and drive him to his limits. He is also known for doting on his only offspring!}
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'Well, let's never provoke this guy!' Moustafa made a mental note to never provoke this new father of his before getting out of the room and addressing the system.
'Based on the last Moustafa's memories, materialize the map of the whole tribe in front of me.' As soon as Moustafa finished commanding, a 3D map appeared in front of him. Several green dots were representing the people that are of no harm to him and a single white got representing himself. However, the size of the dots was diversified in size. 'I guess the larger a dot is, the stronger they are!' Moustafa guessed as he chose the quickest path towards the direction that had the largest dot.
It took Moustafa ten minutes to find his way to the training grounds, and he could not believe how large this village was. 'This so-called village is as large as a small town. Based on the map, the distance should've been short. Who knew I'd have to jog a kilometer to arrive at this place.' He did not expect what he estimated to be a hundred meters would turn out to be ten times that size.
'Anyway, let's go meet this 'new' father of mine and see what he wants to say.'
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Disclaimer__: I will be posting the second chapter one week from now on. During that time, I want y'all to answer one question. What Kind of weapon do you want the main character to use?
