BLEAK [Edited]
[LP]
[Also known as Life Points]
[Once the user hits zero LP. The user will die instantly]
Amael sat on the ground, helpless and overwhelmed as he processed the situation.
This was just too much.
WHY THE HELL WAS THERE AN LP SYSTEM WHEN HIS SURVIVAL IN THIS WORLD WAS ALREADY BLEAK?!
It felt like the difficulty level was stacking higher and higher against him. Not only was he unable to completely avoid the plot that would lead to his demise, but now it seemed he'd be dragged into it more deeply than ever. It was as if this world wanted him dead at all costs.
He had no mana.
No hidden talent, no blessing, no quirk.
A sealed bloodline.
No allies.
No help.
And no chance of getting any.
He was screwed, and the realization made him sink deeper into despair. It seemed fate wanted nothing more than to watch him break.
DEATH...
...was inevitable.
There was no escaping it. No matter what he did, it was his final destination.
"Haah... I AM FUCKING TIRED OF ALL THIS! JUST WHY AM I HERE?!" he roared, his fury uncontrollable.
[Though you do not have sufficient privileges, I will tell you something. There is something wrong with the information I have been given, do not trust everything you might hear from me,]
"What?"
[I don't know why... but there's something off with the information I keep receiving. They don't... add up,]
"....," Amael could only stare, slowly realizing that this situation might be far more complicated than he could even begin to comprehend.
[However... I still cannot give you all the answers you seek because you do not have sufficient privileges. But there's one thing I think I can tell you...]
"...What?"
[It seems there are some beings after you...]
"Huh?"
[They are called the LE67%^%#^$...]
"No, no, no! Fuck!" Amael cursed in frustration as the words devolved into incomprehensible gibberish.
[Ding!]
[You do not have sufficient privileges to learn more about THE RECORDS.]
"What...? Records...?" Amael began to ask, but was cut off by an excruciating pain so intense it felt like his soul was being torn apart.
[The host is advised not to speak of the Records until the first phase of the conquest is completed.]
"Hah... hah... hah..." Panting heavily, he clutched his head, trying to steady his breathing. He wasn't going to speak of that again.
Haah.
It seemed he had a lot ahead of him, and the only way to get the answers he sought was to survive.
"But..." he muttered as another thought crossed his mind.
[What...?]
"The mansion... something happened to me back there... What was it?" he asked, still trying to comprehend what had occurred.
[That was... The Sin...]
"What?!" He shot to his feet, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
[Insufficient privileges to learn more. Try leveling up.]
"Haah," he sighed, rubbing his temple in frustration. The system seemed more coordinated now, but ironically, he preferred its previously confused state.
"How long has it been... Like since the party?" He inquired, still unsure of that aspect.
[Exactly 39days/4hours/33Minutes/05seconds]
"THAT FUCKING LONG?!"
[Affirmative]
"No way... But how?!"
[.... You know what?]
"What?"
[Since you have chosen to be deaf and keep ignoring the fact that you have no privilege, and continue to ask this questions, I will give you the information you want in exchange of something else]
"What?" Amael asked, already having a bad feeling about this.
[Just 10LP for each piece of information. So what do you say....?]
"Fuck you... That's what i say" he replied, ruffling his hair, not considering the option for even a second.
[... Thought so]
'TSK. FUCKING IDIOT'
"Alright, how do I earn this so-called LP?" he asked, taking a deep breath and regaining his focus. He couldn't die, not until he found out why he was brought here and exacted revenge on that damned goddess for making him endure hell.
[Simple. Complete quests.]
"Elaborate," he commanded, closing his eyes to meditate. This wasn't the time for rash decisions—his life was hanging by a thread. One wrong move, and it was game over. Literally.
[There are four types of quests: System-allocated, which appear randomly based on the situation, and Generated quests, which, as the name suggests, can be created by the user to acquire points. These are the basic quests.]
[System-allocated quests are mandatory with timers, meaning there will be consequences for failing to complete them.]
[Generated quests vary depending on the mission, and there's a chance the user may generate a mandatory quest with penalties for failure. Rewards vary based on difficulty, and you can only generate one quest at a time.]
[Side quests are triggered by sudden situations. Most don't come with penalties or timers, but there's always a possibility. Rewards are completely random.]
[Finally, the main quests, or conquests, are your ultimate missions in this world. Completing them will set you free.]
"So, let me get this straight... I currently have 38 LP, which means I have barely a month and a week to live unless I complete a quest in that timeframe," Amael summarized.
[Yes.]
"Haah..." He sighed deeply, frowning.
[Ding!]
[Side Quest:
There is no adventure without a little confrontation with death.
Objective: Attend the Academy.
Reward: 150 LP.
Penalty: You don't want to know.
Time: 400:11:45:32]
"Damn... what an inspiring penalty," he muttered dryly.
[This side quest was triggered because the system detected that you might deviate from the original plot and avoid attending the academy.]
"So you're not the one making these quests?"
[Well, kind of... Just to clarify, I am not the system. I'm only a part of it.]
"Hold on," Amael said, standing up as a thought struck him. "Is there a way to unseal my bloodline?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
[Yes, but you do not have sufficient LP for the transaction.]
"There is?!" His eyes widened in shock. If there was even a small chance, then perhaps... just maybe... he could survive.
Heck, maybe he could even find something to compensate for his lack of mana!
"But first..." He looked ahead, his expression serious. "You said I was in Arten, right?"