What Begins Is In Question.

Here we have an event that will make or break Zander's career. 

"IN THE RED CORNER!" An announcer proudly presented fighters in the ring. "A wild torrent of a man. He's won all his fights via knock out. He is THE ENDER, CODY RODRIGUEZ!!" 

His green glove work by his right hand rose above his head in harmony with the crowd screaming in excitement for these two combatants' battle. He's an upcoming Mexican boxer with 5 knockouts so far. Trained since he was 10 years old, he plans on becoming an undefeated world champion. 

The look in his eyes was that of a man with a goal and fire in his heart. But as he moved and bounced with the screaming of the audience, eyes stab into him like daggers. A glare so intense, it'd glance into the soul of it's target. The opposing boxer, Zander, was focused. His eyes track and follow every movement the man made. 

"And in this corner, we have a challenger making his boxing debut. He's won all of his amateur boxing matches but how will he fair against The Ender, "HACHIMAN" ZANDER WINDBREAK!!" The audience once again flings into a state of excitement. The high hopes for the fight's future was within reach. Zander was the obvious underdog. Most place their bets on Cody Rodriguez because of the difference in experience. It was too wide of a gap to cover. 

Zander did not seem fazed. Not even the crowd's glass shattering elevation in volume was enough for this man's focus to falter. He was waiting for the moment the fight starts. He has no plans to defeat this  man. He only cared about hurting his opponent. 

They both step up to each other once ordered by the referee. "I wanna clean fight an-" To Zander, the referee sounds muffled and far. He was just staring up at the taller opponent with his eyes tracking him down like prey. Cody stared back, meeting his gaze with the same amount of intensity. 

Zander held a bloodthirsty aura. A mood one gets through war. From just the look in his eyes, you'd think he killed somebody. 

"Now touch gloves." Their gloves meet half way as a sign of good sportsmanship. "Go to your corners." Registered in both the fighters heads as soon as it was said. Cody turns around and heads to his corner. Zander walks backward in a bouncy manner. One foot was planted on the ground.The some of the foot was in the air, all of his weight was held up by his toes. The opposing foot did a semi circle around the grounded foot. The foot in motion and the pivot foot would often switch places. His lower body twist with the movements of his legs. Once his elbows touched the ropes, he stopped. Along the way, he peered at Cody's back as he walked away. He continued to bounce like before but in a singular position. 

All voices were toned out. Only one person mattered at this point in time and that was the opposing fighter. A fighter's focus was detrimental in a boxing match. Wavering for even a second could be a major opportunity for the opponent. 

Noticing the hand gestures of the referee, both fights were granted permission to fight. Finally, both feet were firmly planted on the ground. Zander guard formed in a wide state. Both hands were in front of each side of his jawline with his elbows slightly tucked near the ribs.

Cody walked to the middle of the ring with both hands near his waist. His chin almost touched his collarbone, keeping it away from any chin directed shots. 

"LAY EM OUT CODY!!"

"BREAK HIS FUCKIN FACE!!"

"FUCK HIM UP!!" 

Cody's friends, family, and the fans that came out to see him roared in ecstasy. But all that came to an end with a single entry. 

A rambunctious group of unidentified masked men entered the stadium. 

BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! In rapid succession, bullets fly from the barrel and into the roof above. Each man was equipped with an Assault Rifle of some kind. A Colt AR 15, AK 15, AMP-69, they were armed to the teeth. Bulletproof vests, all black outfit, were they spec ops?

"GET THE FUCK DOWN!!" From joy to terror, the audience ducked immediately. Instinctually, their bodies hit the floor crunched up. Some even tried running. 

"Shit, ZANDER!" His coach and friends called out to him. 

"Kill anyone who runs." 

The scent of blood abruptly fills the area after an entire magazine was dumped into the crowd. 

BOP!! POW!! BANG!! The sounds of a psuedo gun caught the group's ears. The man who seems to be leader looked down at the ring and saw two grown men going blow for blow. "Are you serious?" The man was curious. 

Hear the rounds blasting, bodies dropping, and people yelling in agony, his friends dropped to their knees. 

"Dammit, ZANDER!!" The coach continued to yell out his name but to no avail. 

"Round up all the survivors." He walked down the many stairs leading to the ring. The blocked and landed strikes was close to that of a shotgun. Maybe a Python. 

"After all that, you guys are still fighting?" 

Blocked and slipped. Anyone gazing at the two boxers could tell that they were equal. A cup flew toward Zander's head. His instincts kicked in as a jab was flying at his face. His head and foot moved back in conjunction so it missed him. Without saying anything, Zander directed the palm of his glove at Cody's face, gesturing him to wait. He looked at his corner and it was his girlfriend and Coach sweating buckets. 

They nudge their heads before ducking down. 

"No don't stop." Said the foreign terrorist. 

Both Zander and Cody looked back at the origin of said voice. 

"Don't mind me." He put his AK 47 on the edge of the ring as if to set the grounds. 

"Keep boxing." 

Cody put his hands up. 

"He isn't the fuckin cops, Cody." Zander said at moderate volume.

"I know that but I don't want to get shot." Whispered Cody.

"You aren't scared? You know I could shoot you, right?" 

"I ain't scared of being shot but I don't want you shootin anyone near me." 

"Aren't you a sporty kid. Tell ya what."  He slides two Colt M1911 pistol toward them. 

"You guys have a showdown. I'll let the survivor's people go if you do." He bargained. 

"You're fuckin sick." Zander commented. 

Cody stood there looking at the gun then his people. His corner looked like they were pleading for him to do it. 

"I love your attitude kid, hope you win. Cause if you don't, Swiss cheese will not be the only thing with holes in it."

"He knows I'ma do this shit. I can't get my girl kilt(killed) over this shit." Zander thought. 

"What the fuck, I can't do this shit." Cody thought. 

"Pick up the guns. And touch backs." 

The two use their mouths and armpits to take the boxing gloves off. They throw them out the ring and bent down to grab the guns. Both backs touch with the gun on. To boot, they were in the center of the ring, the perfect place for this. 

"Take five steps forward and FIRE!!"

As instructed, the two take five steps forward. On the fifth step, BANG! One of the fired their gun. 

Coughs and the sound of choking could be heard. Loud gasp and "CODY!!" was yelled out. A body of lighter skin complexion hit the canvas knees first. His hand covered the hole in their throat as they choked on their own blood. 

The pistol was right over Zander's shoulder. 

"That was clever as fuck. You would've died if you missed." He said in the midst of laughter. 

The surviving boxer breathes in slowly before releasing a deep sigh. He looked over at his corner and saw nobody.

"Alright, A deal's a deal." He grabbed a hold of a walkie talkie and connected to the other terrorists in the area. "Spec 12, 24, AND 36!! Escort the hostages on the blue side of the ring outside. Safely." 

He smiled to his corner without saying a thing. Zander twist his body with the pistol rising toward the leader of the terrorist group. FAW!!

A hole formed on the side of Zander's head with the tilting of his body. 

"Damn, and I liked you too." 

THUD! Brain matter splattered across the canvas. His eyes peered upon Cody's lifeless body as his consciousness faded. All senses malfunctioned as his brain loss blood as time passed by. The last thing he heard was "ZANNY!!" The cries of his woman running to his body. 

"Why did I do that? This shit hurts but I can't feel anything."The light fades from his eyes, his heart slowed down and his brain slowly stopped functioning. 

"Continue escort the hostages." The leader said through the walkie talkie.

_________

 Darkness enveloped his eyes but a light was born amongst the shadows of death.  The light boring through the 

embryos of darkness morphed to the shape of a hand. Reaching for his hand. His soul leaves his body and disappears from this realm.

"This is the man you've chosen? Him?" 

"Yes, The path may be rotten but he shall become my king.....soon." A feminine voice with an aura unfathomable. A soft and soothing voice. 

"I need not worry, He shall be ridiculed and slaughtered like the rest." Another woman like voice was sound. From the tone of her voice, one might think she's crossing her arms as if she's made her point known. Her voice was like that of a mature business woman.

"I shall forge his body anew." 

________

"Fuck..." From a lying position, he sits up. 

His head throbs intensely. "I hate dreams.....like...that....." 

Speechless, his surroundings weren't as he remembered. Brick walls with arched windows near the roof, letting in light that barely brightens the room. Books, book shelves, and bookcases he's never seen nor had before. There were pages on the ground, wooden chairs everywhere broken or not. It was a very secluded library that you'd see medieval movies. Overall, it was "Wh.....am I dead?" 

"I don't think angels would have blo- why am I so fucking cold." His arms wrapped around his torso only touch his own skin. Looking down, he was naked. Not stark naked, he had something like a fundoshi on. A fundoshi is traditional underwear worn and own by Japanese people. 

"Why am I naked?" He curled up completely but weirdly enough "Why am I strangely not bothered by the cold?" So many questions and so little answers. 

He kept asking himself questions that a little mini him(his thoughts) kept answering vaguely.

"Where am I?" 

"I don't know."

"Is this a dream?"

"Definitely not. Don't know, not sure."

"Why am I naked?"

"Someone stripped you? I don't know, be a blue's clues and find out." 

"WHATCHU THINK THIS IS? THE MYSTERY VAN!" 

Asking questions led to an argument amongst himself. 

____

After a while, he came down to the conclusion that he had to go into detective mode. Otherwise the confusion would only grow and questions will never be answered. 

First it was the books. He picked up a book off the ground and opened it. Weirdly enough, the pages weren't stuck together like old unused books would but "Thank God but what the fuck is this?"

It was seemingly unreadable. It was written in a language he's never seen before. That wasn't the strangest part though.

It was a random page he flipped through. "Dragons?" He could understand the language fluently. 

"Ight, this shit gettin freaky as fuck." He puts the books that were on the floor back on the shelves and saw.....a man. He was in the corner of the room right next to the door with his head hung over. Why didn't he notice it before? 

He walked over to it cautiously. And put his hand over it's shoulder then removed it when he saw blood on the ground. "Ooh.....who killed you." He got no response.

"Don't answer that. Oh wait, you can't." He sighed knowing there was no one around to laugh at his joke. 

"Shit wasn't funny." Was his first thought. 

"Loot em." Was his second. 

"That's fuckin gross. The man's dead." 

"But what if he might have something on him..." He stripped the man's dead body of his clothing and property. 

"I think I over did it." 

"Ya think?"

"This why I can't be left alone." The dead man was skinny and brittle.

He flipped and waved around the dead man's clothing. "Gotta get the death flakes off first." He puts the clothing on and it was a match. Actually, it was kind of baggy on him.

"It fuckin reeks of old man." 

"What an obvious observation." Said his thoughts.

"Fuck off." Looking at the cover of the book the body held, there was a note.  

"Defeat Jormangandr and claim your throne at the World Tree." Read the message. 

"The fucks a Jormangandr?"  He crumbled it up the note and tossed it. 

"Is this a roleplay? Like Live DND? I never signed up for this."

"Who the fuck would kidnap YOU after THAT just to play make believe?"

 Curious whole simultaneously ignoring his "counterpart", he thought the books may help. 

Reading through the books on the shelves, alot of the books told of different tales across the land. Very enticing. 

What started off as an investigation of sorts became an interest in literature. He spent hours reading the books on the shelves. Intrigued by the lore the story foretold. It was more fascinating than any novel he's read before, more detailed than any research article page he's study, and overall more enjoyable than any Television show he's watched. 

Every book on the shelves were accounted for. At least in the area he was in.

The last book was put back on the shelves. Shadows corrupted the very room he stood in and yet he could see almost perfectly. 

"My god....whoever made these needs the best head of their life." He enjoyed them so. 

"But One things certain. I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

"Bro, you're not funny." His initial thought. 

The general information of the books used for enjoyment and research were stored in his memory. A pop up screen appeared before him after he put the last book back. 

 "AH!!" It spooked him.

"Registering User, Windbreak. Preset Objectives for the Tutorial complete. Objective <Read 10 books> completed. Objective <Read 20 books> completed. Objective <Read 40 books> completed."

"What.....the fuck.... IS THIS!!"  Lost was an understatement of his current state of mind.

"It just keeps goin." 

"You're not helpin." He said to himself.

"You read over 640 books. How the fuck you read that many?"

"Why the fuck you worried bout the number?!" 

"Why aren't you worried bout the number? Im surprised you're smart enough to read that much." 

"I'm my own hater." 

"Indeed." 

"Fighting with me ain't gon get me anywhere." 

"Cause you'll lose."

"Anyways, shit looks like a side quest in a rpg." He tapped the screen. A circle appeared where he tapped that'd expand and fade away quickly. There were more pop ups that appeared beside the objectives.

"This is an easy ass side quest then." 

"Wait if I did die.... then is this..."

"Yes, you dumb fuck."

"You're hateful, you know that."

"I am you. Now, get rid of the screen or do something with it."

"Hold on." He read the screen further. "That shit was a part of a fucking tutorial."

"Reading hundreds of books was a part of the tutorial? That's extreme."

"No no no, read 10 books was the initial tutorial quest but you know how there be daily challenges in a game?"

"Of course."

"And how they'd set a limit as the first challenge and then increase it everytime you reach said limit?"

"So that's how that quest worked."

"It's either that or it adapted to me reading so damn much." 

"Reward for the <Read 10 Books> Quest| •Children's Spell Book•" Read the screen. 

"What the fuck kinda wack ass reward is this" He said with a scrunched up face. 

"What a potty mouth."

"Like your the one to judge."

"I am." 

  "Anyways." He tapped the reward then accept. "I'll take it anyways." Another pop up screen appeared with 5 rows of 4 columns. The first column had an eyeball in it while the second box had the •Children's Spell Book•.

"Oh, I even got a book bag." He said.

"It says Inventory."

"Potato, Potato (Poh-Tah-Toh)."

"Reward for completing the <Read 20 Books> Quest| •Beginner Mage Gloves•"

"Now this is a fuckin reward." He accepted the award and went on a spree of accepting all the other rewards for the Book Quests he's done. 

"They gave me everything a wizard would use." 

"You're a wizard, Perry." 

"Die."

The dead man's silk robe was no longer needed. Zander had a full purple and black outfit. The darkness of his attire brought out the light in his golden eyes. A magnificent blend of Yin and Yang. 

Beginner's Violet Bandana: A bandana coated with runes reinforcing the strength of the wearer's Mana. It has white tomoe designs along the bandana while a violet hue dominates majority of the cloth. A D listed artifact. 

Black Coat of the Shadows: A C listed artifact drenching the user in darkness, reinforcing Dark Magic Spells. It looks like a tech wear trench coat.

Beginner Dark Leggings: Black leggings induced with runes for an increase of movement speed. A D list artifact. 

Boots of The Shadow Ogre: Boots designed to minimize the amount of mana used and increase speed. A D listed artifact(because the amount of mana minimized isn't a lot).

Magenta Magatama Piercings: Jewels influenced by dark magic. Grants the user the ability to hear the voices of the shadows. 

"Bet I look fye as shit."

"Don't mix delusion with confidence."

"They gave me all this dark shit tho. I'm not trynna be no edgelord."

"Too bad."

"All this other shit is just books. I ain't no bookworm though."

"You literally read hundreds of books in God knows how long." 

"System Installment is currently at 70%." Said the Screen.

"Damn." Said him and his mind in harmony. 

The screen spoke with a very low, elegant voice. Like a british Vtuber. 

"It got text to speech now."

"SHE has text to speech now." Zander corrected himself. 

"Simpin over a screen. You're weird."

"Well anyways, we can't stay in this...."

"Library." His mind said.

"Library forever, I got this children's magic book and beginner's magic book I wanna try out and."

"Just fuckin leave. You got other Tutorial Quests to do." 

"Aight, Aight." He walked pass the screen and automatically moved to the side of his head, following him. 

Thus, Zander started his adventure in this new world.

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"....." For a whole hour, the search for a door has been on but to no avail. 

"UuuuuuuuuuAAAAAAAAA!! WHY'S THIS PLACE SO FUCKING BIG!!!"

"At least you found an opening area." 

"Now you want to comfort me?"

"Keep walking."

"No, I'ma just do this shit in here. Screen!" He said. The intent to see and use the system made a screen pop up before him. 

"Let me see them damn tutorial quests." He was looking at the options on the screen but it shifts to the tutorial quests by itself. 

"Oh."

"Incomplete Tutorial Quests: Go See Selene." 

"So read, then find Selene? HOW THE FUCK DO I-"

"Calm down. Yellin ain't helpin anyone." his thoughts.

"Or maybe it will..." His hands cuff around his lips. "SELENE!!"

Walking around the place, he continues screaming off the top of his lungs. "SELENE!!!"

A pastel golden circle filled with a variety of runes and a forbidden language fades into existence in front of Zander. 

"SELE- AH!" It spooked him. 

"I love you goddess but if you send one more over here I will consider quitting." A squeaky or high pitched voice left the circle. Stepping out was a woman with six inch white thigh high heels. Her dressed was pulled up above her ankles as she entered the rest through the magic circle that appeared on space. 

"It's one of YOU, AGAIN." The woman was to the stomach of the Zander. Her feminine aura was merely a catalyst that failed to describe the entirety of her beauty. Her hourglass figure attracted his lustful gaze. She was the most gorgeous woman Zander has ever laid his eyes upon. How could someone so small be so plump?

"...Damn." Said him and his thoughts simultaneously.

"Wait, wait a damn minute. What you mean by 'One of You'? Sounds racially motivated." Zander said.

"It is." She responded bluntly. She had a blanketed expression on her face as if she had no cares in the world.

He was completely baffled. "Wow! That's crazy."

"No, because everytime one of the candidates die, Goddess sends another into this library. AND THEY ALWAYS HAVE YOUR SKIN COLOR!!"

"Definitely racially motivated."

"On God." 

"What God are you swearing to?"

"It's slang. Thought you'd know since you've met plenty like me." 

"Whatever, I'm suppose to teach you how to feel mana." 

"She straight to the business." His mind.

"Hol up, you went on that whole rant and ain't gon explain the situation. Like c'mon now." 

".....I'm not your informant. I am your instructor. The "Situation" will only get you killed so knowing or not knowing won't change anything." 

"She has some big tits." His thoughts.

"If it won't change shit then it won't matter if you tell me. So tell me what's goin on."

"..." She was quiet for a split second. Looking up at him seemed to be a pain to her more than the conversation or having to teach him the basics. 

He crouched down a bit to see her on an equal level. "Could you not hear me from down here?"

A vein bulged from her temple as she clenched her teeth together. "Grrr." Her hand cocked back slammed against Zander's cheek. He spun while flying backwards. He hit one of the cases and went through it entirely. 12 Bookcases were destroyed and restored after their destruction. 

"Wha- did she slap me?" His ears were ringing heavy. This daze he was knocked into was too familiar. 

"Yeah, that was most definitely a slap."

The nerves in his body were out of wack. His head bounced too hard and quick. So after the slap, his brain hit a part of the inside of his skull. 

"She coulda broke our neck."

The golden magic circle appeared before him again. She steps out the circle. In response, he stands up as if nothing happened. 

"That felt better." She said. "Now I'll tell you about the 'situation'." She did the quotations with her fingers. 

"Long ago, before the universe came to be there were two goddesses. Izanami and Athena. Their home is the True World Tree, Yggdrasil. A large tree found at the edge of the universe. Izanami and Achyls were given the job of creating Brahmaheim, the Universe. However, the two had conflicting ideas on what it should be. They...."

Zander zoned out in the middle of her explanation. He was trying to pay attention but his thoughts weighed heavy.

"You think she got ass?" He thought.

"Her body would be disproportional if she didn't."

"But there's girls with ass but no titties and they look good."

"Because having ass with no titties look better than having titties with no ass."

"That is true."

"Yeah.....she cute as fuck too."

"On God, I-"

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!!" She screamed at him.

"Huh? Yeah, Athena and Gilgamesh did something and the world tree happened." Was his response.

"I did NOT say that. You weren't listening at all!" She was grouchy.

"My fault, kinda zoned out."

"Ugh, I knew teaching you was going to be hard." Her index finger lights up.

"Hey ET."

"I'll just tell you like this." She floats off the ground. 

"Ayo! You can fly?"

"Stop asking redundant questions, human." She placed her index finger on his forehead and imbued the general information she had on the subject into his cerebral cortex.

Like looking at deadlights, he stood their with drool leaking from his mouth. 

"Finally, some peace and quiet." She said with a sigh. 

His head shakes and he blinks a few times. "Gabahbagahgah."

The sudden insert of information caused him to short circuit. 

"Damn, they really dead." 

"Each and every one of them." 

"Nah that's crazy. Could....."

"Don't say it." His thoughts.

"Not be me." 

She sighs. "Let's just get this over with." 

"Woah, what's the rush?" Asked Zander. 

"You getting out my sight is the rush." Selene responded. 

"Look, you say I'ma die right. So why can't I spend my last moments with you?" Zander crouched down yet again to her level.  

"Because I mind your company and on the off chance you don't die you have a ROLE TO FILL!! So the faster the better." Her irritation toward him only grew. 

"Nah that's not how I see it. How can I think about my role properly if I'm in a rush. Let's just take it slow and steady." 

She lightly growled at the thought of him staying any longer than needed. "Grrr." But he wasn't wrong. Most great kings who carefully think about the entirety of and analyze the ins and outs of their kingdom, improving their kingdom entirely. "Fine. We'll take it 'slow'."

"Yes." He was lightly ecstatic.

"BUT, no being annoying, none of your weird way of speaking, and no." She cocked her hand back. "CROUCHING!" Her charged at his opposing cheek.

Zander's head tilts with his body. He flowed with the direction Selene tried slapping him at. Her hand slipped passed him, grazing his skin. 

His head jolts back in place. "So what we startin with, Selene?" His golden eyes sparkles in excitement and curiosity. 

She stood there thinking for a second before a smirk creeped onto her face. 

"Wha- why're you smiling like that." 

"We're short on time but since you want to take it slow I have an idea." 

Her hands cuffed over each other. "Eplikchrono Prizien." A magenta aura flared in the space between her palms. The aura morphed into a multi layer runic circles imbedded with high caliber cursive forbidden language each set with their own defined concept of a form of magic. A grand number of hieroglyphics, runic symbols, and numerical value was engraved into the numerous layers of circles born from Selene's  concentration of magic. 

"Ah!" The brightness of her aura burned the area with a highly illuminate light source. His retina were nearly burnt by it's sun like existence. "What are you doing?!" 

"Gno Chroevry!" A cubic structure formed hovering above the palm of her head. It's edges were midnight black, the faces were clear. It turned and spun slowly in a bouncy like motion. 

The redness he sees because of him closing his eyes to shield them from the light died down tremendously. He took a peek and was no longer blinded by the light. That's when he saw the cube. 

"What's that?" He asked. 

"This is where you'll be training for the next six months." She said with a gleeful look on her face. 

"Six months but I tho-" - Zander

"I'll have my daughter keep you company so I won't have to listen or look at you." - Selene

"Hold on a mi-" - A confused Zander.

"I already relayed the information to her. She'll be here any minute." - Selene

"Wait, You that irritated at a man not trynna die?" - Zander

"No, I don't care about your life. I'm only doing this for my Goddess." - Selene

"Oh m- Aight wouldn't yo Goddess be pissed if yo ass sent me out there under prepared?" - A logical Zander

"..... She'd probably smite me. Or even worse she won't trust me anymore." Her body drooped to the ground. 

"She broke down just from that?" - His thoughts. 

"Actually, what if she's watchin right now to monitor how my training is going so far?" - a snarky Zander

She flinched at the thought of that. She looked up to the roof of the library and clapped her hands together. A waterfall of tears run down her face. 

"I'M SORRY GODDESS!! I WAS BEING ARROGANT, SELF CENTERED, AND AGGRAVATING! PLEASE I DIDN'T MEAN IT!!" - A sobbing Selene. 

"Calm down, I was just pushin ya buttons." It's hard for him to hold back his laughter.  

<Skill Active Level 1 Danger Awareness>

"On your left." Said the voice of his conscious.

Blitzing through the library was a threat unlike any he's seen on earth. A woman with majestic, long white hair covered a large distance in such a short amount of time. In her right hand was a Zweihandr with inscriptions engraved into the blade. Such a large sword welded with one hand was prepared for use 40 feet away from Zander. 

His eyes glance over to the left with his head. Now, she was five feet away from him. His body leans back. The sword swings passed his head, slicing off a good portion of his dreads. 

Weaving backwards from a standing position created an imbalance in the distribution of weight. His body leans farther back because of his own weight. His arms move over his head and hits the ground. He kicks his legs over flipping his body, standing right back up afterward.

"Did I just do a backflip?" - Zander

"Now's not the time to be amazed." - His conscious.

The sword came back around, stopping at the exterior of the side of his neck. 

"What have you done to my mother?!" The large woman demanded an answer.

"YO CHILL!! I JU-"

"HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE, HUMAN!?!?" She spoke over him. 

"CHILL!! IT AINT EEN LIKE THAT!"

"Erza, put down down your sword. That man is our new candidate." Said Selene. 

"Another one?" She responded with a disgusted look on her face. 

"Yes, so sheathe your sword. The goddess maybe watching." She warned Erza.

In the brown seemingly leather scabbard, she slid her blade to sheathe it. 

Zander sighs in relief. "Thank God."

"What God are you thanking in front of my mother?" Asked Erza.

"It's sla- Y'all don't have slang in this world?" Zander asked.

Erza looked down at her mom, Selene looked up at her six feet 8 inch daughter. They looked back at Zander and tilts their head. "Define slang."

"It's like... a way a community speaks outside normal words. Like instead of saying people, I say peeps." Zander explained. "Y'all never heard the other black folk talk like this?"

"Black folk?" The mother and daughter said in harmony.

"The people who came before me." Zander said in annoyance.

"No. They were all very...weird." Selene said.

"Oh....What you mean by weird?" Zander asked. 

"Most of them were amateurs and thanked some God that they were "isekai'd." They couldn't even speak to me properly and always stared at my chest."

"She only brought the nerds huh." Said his conscious, that's what he deduced it to. 

"Oh my God, theres no way." He laughed til his eyes began to water.

"NO WONDER WHY THEY KEPT DYIN!! SHE BROUGHT INTROVERTED LAME ASS NERDS!!" His laugh was nothing more than hysterical. 

"You think the death of your seniors is a laughing matter? They died trying to save this world."  Erza said while gripping the handle of her Zweihandr.

"No, no." He chuckled in between his words. "That's not what's funny. Ah, wow. That's the most I've laughed in a while." 

Erza looked down at him with frustration flaring in her crimson eyes. 

"Look amazonian and Selene." He wiped the tears in his eyes. "Let's just start this training already fore I cough up a lung." 

"Now you want to start?" Said the petty Selene. "I'm increasing the time to a year." 

"Wait, how's that gonna help me?" Zander asked.

"Are all humans this oblivious in your previous world?" Erza criticized.

"Well." Zander wondered if they were himself. 

"Okay, I'll tell you what the cube does in stupid terms." Selene said.

"Hey I'm not stu-"

"This is the Complete Time Prism. Inside is an entirely different world where time flows differently. A year in here is 6 hours in the real world."  Selene explained. 

"And you gave me a year so I won't go under prepared when I go out on my own right?" - Zander 

"More or less." She looked to the side. "I just don't want my Goddess punishing me for not preparing him properly." She thought with a drop of sweat sliding down her forehead.

"You'll enter the Complete Time Prism first, after a few, Erza will enter next." 

A pop up screen appeared in front of Zander again. "Would you like to enter the <Complete Time Prism>?" 

"<Yes>"

"<No>"

He obviously clicked yes. "Guess I'll se-" and he disappeared just like that.

"He went in? How? I didn't see him touch the prism." Selene was puzzled. 

"Mother, why did you not inform him of the difference in gravity?" Asked Erza.

Selene chuckled to her self and replied with "I like surprising people."