1 Revived among the dead (1)

Winter, June 3035, 5th.

It was a cold night like any other, rain clouds suddenly appeared in the dark sky, covering the entirety of the city and removing the natural beauty of the stars. Cold winds howled from the south, taking with them the trash scattered on the city streets.

Cold raindrops splashed on the skin of people who wandered the city streets without umbrellas, unable to bear the cold, they quickly sought shelter to protect themselves from this exhausting weather.

A woman frustrated by the sudden change in weather, seeking shelter, could not notice a paper covered with some kind of yellow liquid going towards her face.

Later, the streets were completely empty of people. Except for the beggars and stray animals who used the remaining garbage to protect themselves.

In a dirty and desolate; due to the putrid garbage that had gathered. A young boy; Slim, blond, blue eyes and a beautiful face, he lay lying on one of the icy walls of the alley.

The boy shuddered every second due to the strong wind that threatened to topple his fragile body. The subzero temperatures turned his soft pale skin, completely purple. The boy's body heat was almost non-existent, only his strong will, miraculously kept him alive.

The young man did not make the slightest effort to cover himself from the cold rain with the garbage that was next to him.

Leaving aside the extreme weather, it could be deduced at first glance that the young man had been weak since before, since he suffered from malnutrition, and his fragile bones could be noticed through his scant clothing.

Few people would believe that this young man was part of the popular Magnus family. Some would think that it is a blessing to be born into a family with great power like that family, but for Berel, it was a curse or a punishment.

Berel's expression is the same as that of the last four years of his life. Inside him there was a deep sadness and loneliness. Today, June 5, 3035, was the anniversary of his late mother. And Berel could not go to visit him in the cemetery with his sister.

Four long, sad years have passed since the day of his mother's death.

He was born into the famous Magnus family, known for their exuberant mastery in the arts of the Water element. From an early age, Berel and his sister were harassed by members of their family; for the simple fact of not awakening any element.

Berel never took importance of those recurrent harassments; since he was happy just being around his parents and his sister. All of this lasted until the age of twelve, the age when his mother passed away, or to be clear, he was cruelly murdered by his relatives.

His father never knew about this; as he was sent a few weeks earlier on a dangerous mission on the outskirts of society. He was never seen again, or his body found.

From that moment, Berel and his sister severed their ties with the Magnus family forever. As two young boys in a dangerous environment, Berel made the difficult decision to leave his sister in an orphanage, to be used as a refuge and the slightest chance of finding a new family that could take care of him.

Since, for a woman, it was much more difficult to survive in society. Since then, Berel has been living on the streets, sheltering from extreme climates, and eating the garbage that is possible for him to eat.

His old calm and happy personality disappeared from the moment he witnessed the murder of his mother. All this time trying to survive, he has helped Berel realize what the world he lives in is truly like.

That not everything is happiness and laughter. He witnessed murder, selfishness, greed, lust, cruelty and human nature. Berel learned that not only are invaders his enemies, so are cruel and vicious people.

All of this has lasted until today, when Berel's frail body could no longer bear the silent call of death.

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, I can't avenge them. And dear sister, take good care of yourself… "Tears that have not been seen in years in Berel's eyes, began to appear as raindrops soaked her face.

The life in Berel's eyes slowly died away until they were completely extinguished. A young man with a promising future, he passed away in the desolate corners of society without anyone knowing.

Berel's consciousness was leaving his body, until he no longer felt anything. It was just peace and darkness around him.

Berel did not think that death would be like this, but that he would have to go through deep and endless pain in order to reach heaven, or the cycle of reincarnation without his memories.

Meanwhile Berel remembered all the happy moments with his family, before they disappeared or so he thought. He could not notice how a mysterious blue child-shaped flame suddenly appeared in the middle of the darkness, and was rapidly approaching in his direction.

Unbeknownst to him, the little blue flame giggled and entered his body, or to be exact, his own soul. Suddenly, he heard a message in his mind.

[Activating Golden Finger]

Berel was surprised for a moment at the sudden text in his mind. But his curiosity didn't last long before a giant white hand appeared in front of him and completely covered his vision.

It was separated from the darkness in its entirety.

Shocked and frightened by this, Berel quickly woke up. Opening his eyelids in a second, his vision was blinded by the sudden rays of the sun. It was daylight.

Looking around, and sniffing the putrid smell, he realized that he was still in the same desolate alley as before, the walls were still damp from the previous day's rain, and there were small pools of water on the ground.

He quickly touched his body thinking about the possibility that it was a dream, to be sure, he pinched his arms. He felt a little pain and extreme cold.

"I am alive?" Berel spoke in his mind and shuddered at this sudden situation. You can tell that he really died, since the night before he felt a very strong cold in his body due to the rain.

Feeling that this was not logical, he could only think of a probability. He had just revived among the dead.

Thinking of the message he heard when he was in the deep darkness, he suspected that this would have something to do with his revival.

As if someone were reading his mind, the same message as before was heard in his thoughts, but the content was different.

[State]

[Name: Berel Marcus]

[Race: Human]

[Level 1]

[EXP: 0/100]

[HP: 3/10 (Condition: Weak)]

[MP: 10/10]

Berel did not react or flinch from the appearance of this message. This was nothing compared to the time a beggar tried to murder him when he was asleep. It was a miracle that he woke up before being attacked.

He checked the message several times.

"A video game system? What I remember is from the past." Like any other child, Berel played video games in his childhood. Thinking about the interface, the statistics that every player would have went through his mind.

As if someone was spying on his thoughts the entire time, a new text emerged in his mind.

[Statistics]

[Strength: 3 (11)]

[Agility: 4 (13)]

[Vitality: 3 (10)]

[Stamina: 2 (12)]

[Mana: 10]

[Stat points: 0]

(N/A: (NUMBER= BASE))

Reviewing his stats, Berel's eyes remained the same on the outside. But inside him there was an indescribable emotion and happiness. He had a new lease on life and a way to become strong.

In the past, since he liked to read, Berel read fantasy stories, especially those of reincarnation genre and system. They were his favorites.

He thought of his abilities and a new text emerged in his mind.

[Skills: Inventory Lv.1 (Active)]

Berel felt a bit of happiness knowing he had a skill. He put those feelings aside and thought about activating it.

[Skill: "Inventory" Activated]

The ability reacted with Berel's intentions and activated, a semi-transparent window appeared in front of him. It looked exactly like video games of the past.

There were spaces in which one could store items, etc. Looking at his inventory, he could see that he had five spaces available. His vision stopped when his eyes focused on the first two spaces.

There, there was a green rune with strange markings, and an ancient short sword. He tried to raise his arm, with the thought of wanting the object in his hands.