1 Chapter 1: Lucky or Unlucky?

Ares sat in front of his computer, looking the spinning coin which would determine his fate "Come on heads come on!!" alas it seemed the world would not bend to his demands as the coin stopped on the tails side.

"DAMMIT. Ugh, this is the 300th fail in a row... Why won't you let me die you damn coin!" Ares said while tucking the noose back into the drawer. Continuing to curse the world under his breath. "Guess I'll go for a walk in the forest, I hope a wolf sees me.."

Indeed this was our main character; a suicidal person, an orphan, a loser... truly the scum of society. But it was not Ares' choice to be like this, he was simply too smart for his own good. With the continuous grief of not having parents coupled with a staggering 150 IQ and a severe case of ADHD, Ares found himself thinking about very depressing subjects from a young age, while not being able to focus on academics; thus no university.

The orphanage's children did not help either; instead, they pushed him deeper and deeper into his depression with their bullying over Ares' weird character and repulsive aura. Right after Ares stepped into adulthood he stepped right out of the orphanage with the money he has been saving from "Child labor" and handouts given by kind 'aunties'. He rented a humble apartment and has been living there for 2 years.

Ares had tried to commit suicide more than 60 times, all unsuccessful. Electrifying toasters, ropes, wrist cutting... all of them being solved by one coincidence or the other. After all that Ares has been flipping coins to determine when he should do it as he didn't want to tire himself much if he wasn't going to die and he did not want a slow death either.

The coins he threw seemed cursed, rigged even! None of them landed on his prediction thus he could not attempt to kill himself, a self-made rule but still a rule.

Now, Ares does nothing but play games, read fantasy books and, explore nature once in a while as those are his hobbies.

"Ugh, I wish I was like 'Lin Long' so handsome! So cool! So god damn lucky!!! Damn it all." Ares complained to himself while walking further into the forest by his city with his gigantic backpack on, which seemed unfit on his skinny and frail body. His apartment was on the outskirts so it didn't take long to get there. While kicking some rocks out of anger and deviating from the forest path like he always did, he saw a beautiful little yellow flower out of the corner of his eyes.

"Ohh what is this? I've never seen this kind of flower before, how beautiful." said Ares while exploring and molesting every part of the little flower with his dark brown eyes and scarred hands. Bringing his average and innocent-looking face close and smelling it with his smaller-than-average nose. As he leaves the little yellow flower, he ruffles his dark hair which seems overgrown on his innocent face that is shaven. "If everything was as beautiful as you, little guy, perhaps I wouldn't be feeling this way."

Soon It got dark and Ares knew he should have gone back when there was light since he couldn't see much even with his trusty flashlight on. "Oh shit, it's already 8 PM? How can it be this dark? Why aren't there any stars... or even the moon in the sky??? That's weird... Maybe I shouldn't have stood here for so long, I guess I'll set up an emergency camp here. I should leave the food in the tent. Maybe something will smell them an-" before he could let another word out, a meteorite slammed itself onto Ares' arm tearing through it to get to his abdomen which surprisingly stops the meteorite that seemed to have incredible amounts of momentum left. Instead of the meteorite, Ares' body flies a few meters and gets slammed into a tree, rather surprisingly, not leaving a single injury on his body other than his gaping abdomen wound and his arm which is hanging by skin. Ares mumbles seemingly in a happy daze " Finally, some peace." before going unconscious never to wake up again, or is he?

***

While Ares was peacefully sleeping the world was in chaos due to hundreds of meteorites raining down from the heavens, impaling humans but - as a few experts found out - only putting them in a controlled coma.

After a few hours passed the people were able to see the meteorites being absorbed into the 'Impalee'.

A few more hours after that some astrologists were able to count the number of meteorites that were able to enter Terra's atmosphere. With 30 landing on Surepp (Canada), 36 Landing in Oleum (America), 42 landing on Glacier (Russia), 48 landing on Laogo (China), 54 landing on Calcitra (India), while the rest get all 6's. In total having 1,350 meteorites land on Terra, all landing on a different person.

***

[Hey, kid wake up already. It has been 64 hours, your consciousness should be back unless... I made a mistake?? Hey, kid please wake up come on!] a sagely male voice says from within Ares' mind seemingly going hysterical shattering the sagely vibe towards the end, "What?... What's going on? How am I still alive? Why won't you let me die, world?" Ares says, and as if remembering something important he yells "Wait who the hell are you?!?!?! How did you get in my head, wait why is my head so clear all of a sudden....." Ares continues to voice his many questions after discovering every new augmentation that has happened to him over the last 64 hours; his strengthened body, toughened skin, toned muscles, a remarkably clear head that he never had before.

The old voice lets Ares question himself for a few more moments, and as he hears the questions getting weirder and weirder he finally intervenes: [Oh thank the source you are fine. Ahem, young one I will explain what happened to you now, so you can stop asking questions.] "Please don't blow my head up I don't really want to die anymore..." [I'm not gonna do that you moron! Ahem, now let me first tell you what I am, I am the spirit of a fallen Source Magician that has died one million+ years ago, and I've come to take refuge in your mind as there is something in this for me. Of course, there is much more in it for you, young one, I have already looked through your memories and fixed some disorders such as your 'ADHD' as you call it here. After you make sense of what's going on call out your status and let us see how your body and mind are doing.].

After hearing 'The old voices' first sentence Ares' face relaxes to half relieved, half confused expression; the more he listens his confused side starts to take dominance over his face but after he listens to the last sentence he starts crying his eyes out, from happiness, clearly feeling its effect "THANK YOU SO MUCH, GRAMPS, *sniff* I SWEAR ILL PAY IT BACK TO YOU THANK YOU, THANK YOU!". After 10 minutes of snot, tears, and continuous thanking Ares wipes his nose on his half-ripped clothes and speaks to the old voice "Gramps who are you? I know what a magician is but what is a Source Magician?" [You can say we are above manipulating elements like ordinary magicians, we can create them using pure mana or dark matter if you are in space. But this information is mostly useless for you right now. Oh and my name is Ankh but you can call me 'Master' or 'Oh Almighty Supreme Source Magician Sensei'] Ankh clears his throat [I am sure you can tell which one fits me more hehe]

"..."

[...]

"I think I'll call you gramps, gramps" Ares shouts before giving Ankh the time to answer "STATUS!"

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