Chapter 1

Author Note: Here it is! Finally.

Well, my dear sexy readers here is my second novel, as of now I have four chapters on Patreón and will start updating twice daily.

Possibly questions you possible have:

1 - Why didn't you post this before?

Well, I was otherwise occupied with other personal stuff, and I was also working in what I wanted for the time line of this novel, like I did on the GOT one, I don't like posting if I don't know where the novel is going to go, so I make a timeline of events I want to create, from the beginning to the end, meaning I already know how this novel will end.

2 - How many chapters can we expect in Patreón?

Well, if you go over answer one, now that I have everything in the timeline ready to be explored, Patreón members will get a minimum of two chapters a day. Maybe more but two is what I can promise right now. Unlike my avatar one, this one has been planned with months of anticipation, I saw every movie and read a bunch of comics.

3 - Will this one have Harem?

Hahahahahah nope, but the MC will fuck around before settling with whoever gets on his heart. So don't expect him to fall for the first woman he sees.

4 - Will there be Ravens on this novel?

Yes..but their role will be that of a pet or a messenger perhaps.

5 - Will his gamer powers work like The Gamer?

Yes but no, for example, some broken things he will have to earn them, like for example the gamer mind he will have to unlock it, and some other minor details, but in general his power is very similar to that of the original gamer. Though he won't go the same path of said gamer.

So now that I have answered your questions! here it is!

If you want to read ahead go to

https://www.patreón.com/cornbringer

Look the chaps I have ahead under the Gamer Tag. And enjoy!

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I slowly opened my eyes waking up in an unfamiliar environment, feeling something that held me in place, something cold and hard, with panic slowly forming inside of me, I moved my head around being the only part of my body that I could still move trying to figure out where I was.

I was in a very, very dark place, with my hands, feet, and waist chained to the wall, with thick iron chains, and the first thought that occurred to me seeing this was that I had been kidnapped, but why?

A few hours ago, I was walking home with my raven pet Roda, and in the blink of an eye, I was here, there wasn't a middle ground for this event.

Straining my eyes a lot on the absolute darkness I was in, I could faintly see other people bound just like I was in other cells or rooms across mine, but apparently I was the only one that had awakened so far.

'I'm your fucking average Joe, what kind of Hollywood shit is this, I'm not rich nor H!?' Panic had already settled in my head and how it could not.

Besides what the little I could, there was nothing, not a single sound that could give me the slightest clue as to where I was, or how I got here.

'Think…. Did you drink last night? Did you ever pissed someone so much they would want to kidnap you? Think!' I had a million thoughts running through my head trying to figure out what and how I ended up like this.

With the little to no light around, I couldn't really tell if the others that were bound like me were people I knew or not.

As if in cue answering to one of my prays, the lights turned on, illuminated my precarious situation.

It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the sudden change of light, but after it, I could already tell I didn't know anyone here.

I was abruptly kidnapped and chained with a bunch of strangers, strangers being the keyword.

The poor souls were maybe in their teens like me, but they looked oddly out of place, like some shit you would see in an anime.

How I came to this conclusion was pretty simple, because they had some massively weird hairstyles only an anime protagonist could possibly pull off.

'I can already tell that if this is an anime I won't survive for long, there are like ten protagonists here, I hope I'm just not the plotline for one of them to awaken a secret power,' I thought trying to make the best out of this with a joke here and there

While it was true that some of them had normal hairstyles, the majority were some anime shit with bright colors.

"Does anyone know where we are? The information would be highly appreciated," I asked the ones that were just waking up, getting no answers, "Rude,"

As if on cue, a man who probably had all the answers I was looking for walked down the middle aisle that separated everyone in their cells, everyone including me were staring at him, most probably were wondering the same thing I was, why were we here.

The man was smiling, giving us a scrutinizing look, and for some reason eyed us like some kind of good product on offer during Black Friday, eventually, the man stopped walking just in front of me, which allowed me a good look.

He was white, painfully white, I mean I was white but this guy looked like a fucking walking neon paper.

His eyes were filled with an intense, and overwhelming sense of superiority as he looked at us, as he looked at me, which was accentuated by the fact we were all forcibly kneeling to him thanks to the chains, but what really got my attention was the swastika on his hat.

'This can't be good,' I thought with my panic flaring a bit more, a lot more, just what I needed to be kidnapped by Nazi cult.

"Das sind zwanzig hervorragende Mutanten. Am Ende wird nur einer von ihnen die Chance haben ein Kopf zu werden. Ich bin gespannt wer den anderen überlegen sein wird. (That's twenty excellent mutants. In the end, only one of them will have the chance to become a head. I'm curious who will be superior to the others.)" The man said with a smile, and of course it was in fucking German because why fucking not.

'There goes me asking him something,' I thought, begging to all the gods that what he said was something along the lines of, I'm going to let them go.

After a few more seconds measuring us up he simply walked away. I had some many fucking questions, but I has the distinctive feeling asking questions here was not encouraged.

'So, A Nazi, well, I never expected to go out like this,' I thought trying to control the overwhelming fear within me, I had already been flush with panic, but now that dead had become so my real, fear had added itself to the mix.

As I tried to calm myself down, a lavender fragrance invaded the air like a wave, while it was pleasant at first, it took me a second to figure out what it was….

'Sleep gas…. shit…' Was the last thought crossed my mind before welcoming the darkness that awaited me.

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I don't know for how long I was asleep, but when I woke up I found myself free of my restraints in a room with a closed metal door, in some type of abandoned building, with the only thing close to me being a very old radio that was across the room.

'Where the fuck am I now?' I thought as I scanned my surroundings, no windows, no weapons I could get a hold of, nothing.

"Many of you are wondering where and how you here, know that is not important," A voice said coming from the radio, "Your lives as you know them are no longer a thing,"

For one part I was glad the message was in English, but apparently knowing how dark my situation was didn't help at all.

"The moment that door opens, everyone outside will be your enemy," the radio man said, "Only one can survive, so try your best, and know that the survivor will grow as one of our heads, message complete, let the game begin,"

And the doors opened, giving no time to process my situation and what had just happened. I did the only thing I could in a situation like this, I ran, outside the room as the wind rushed past me, noticing I was in some kind of forest, with one thought echoing on my head, that I was going to die, I was your fucking average Joe, not a soldier, I had idea how kill...but I would had to if I wanted to survive and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I didn't want to kill anyone, but this was no longer a matter of morals, it was killed or be killed out here now; and I would have to learn to kill, or find a way to escape.

I looked around in every direction as I ran through the forest, trying to be alert.

Eventually finding a guy behind some rocks with a green and blue mohawk style hair choking another guy to death, his hands covered in blood, and just my luck I had happened to come across him when he was already done with whoever he just killed.

Taking a second to see the dead body as I passed, I noticed to my horror, that he had noticed me and with a smile started sprinting my way.

'Holy shit!' I thought as I went full turbo running from the guy, that would certainly kill me if I took a misstep.

I had no idea how to even approach this kill or be killed situation, and given how fast the mohawked murderer was approaching me, I elected to try and put to practice my online martial aerial classes.

Taking my ground, I put on my defensive position as I waited for him.

"Te voy a matar cabron!" The guy said with a smile, and once again I was lost, with cabron being the only word that I could comprehend.

"Great, so dialoguing this shit out is out of the question," I muttered, cursing myself for not paying attention on Spanish class when I was in highschool.

The guy and I, eyed each other, I was inwardly shaking, I was the guy that got the poor spiders out of my house instead of killing them, the only thing I killed was time, and my family's expectations, how was I supposed to approach this.

But I had a chance, the guy was around my size and build, all I had to do was punch him in the neck, knock him out and run, simple.

Gathering the few bits of self confident I had in myself right now, I took a step forward ready to try my best, but a loud bang that practically raped my right ear got my full attention, at first I thought it was a gun, a powerful one, but when I looked back behind me I saw a trail of fire and destruction, tree melted to nothing, whatever they shot missed me by a few inches.

*THUD*

Turning once again around I saw my adversarie dead with a hole in his chest, his skin around the hole melted by the heat.

"The fuck——" I was cut short by the impulsive feeling of jumping to my right, almost on instinct alone, I did, seeing something unbelievable while still suspended in the air, a fucking fire lance.

As soon as my feet touched the ground, I heard a pleasant chime and words popped in my head, like one of those old RPG's

[Achievement Unlocked: Can't touch this~ Can't touch this~ Can't touch this~

BUFF: +0.1% chance of preemptively dodging incoming danger without even seeing it.]

I blinked in befuddlement wondering if I was still under the effect of some drug, considering I was seeing shit, from fire lances to RPG assets as if noticing my annoyance the message vanished.

I had no idea what the hell that was going on, and frankly I had no time to figure it out either, whoever was shooting at me had either a weapon that created those fire lances, or…. I rather not even think about it, so I returned to my original strategy, run , find a place to hide and only fight if absolutely necessary.

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I ran for what seemed for hours, finding a desolated cave, where I hid, outside I could hear explosions, shoots, the typical warfare BGM.

As I was about to take a nap, to recharge my batteries, I heard a scream, by the sound of the voice, it sounded quite feminine, "Get the fuck off me, bastard!" peeking outside the cave. I turned to look at a woman around her thirties, fighting a …. werewolf?...how why?! HOW?!.

Eventually her eyes caught mine and she yelled to me, "Help me, aren't you a man?!"

'Excuse me bitch… but I think I didn't get that memo, was I supposed to become die or become werewolf food once just because I have balls or something,' I thought.

And while offended, I still wanted to help her, but I hesitated for too long, and the big bad wolf started to eat her, the werewolf looked at me and moving surprisingly fast, started to sprint towards me leaving her half eaten body on the ground to rot.

Once again I started running, but not surprisingly the werewolf caught up with me, and snarled, "You seem tasty…"

[New Affliction: Fear!

DE-BUFF: -20% WIS, -20% DEX

BUFF: +25% STA ]

"I know what you're thinking and the answer might surprise you," Moments like this I hated myself, when in fear or a lot of emotional distress I would speak and communicate only with sarcasm and stupid jokes. Fuck!

"This was no fun," The wolf pouted for a second, as he approached his blood dripping snout to my ear, whispering, "You have one minute to run, make it worthwhile,"

He didn't have to tell me twice, for I was already running when he finished that sentence, finding myself making my way through the forest, running at a full speed.

Looking around, trying to find anything to use against the werewolf, and all of the sudden another message popped up.

[A new skill has been created by a specific action!

Skill Created: Running LV1

BUFF: +10% Movement Speed]

'Maybe this is all a dream,' I thought ignoring the transparent message floating in front of me, 'I will wake up and be in my room, and everything will be fine!'

And the hunt began, a loud howl announced the wolf was coming for me, panic rushing through my veins, I looked around trying to find something to use as a weapon first, finding a tree stick with a conveniently pointy end.

[Achievement Unlocked: Jungle Rules!

BUFF: +0.1% CRIT CHANCE (Only applicable in green environments)]

'Really that is my chance of getting a critical strike, that is just sad,' I thought seeing how useless that would be for me, the soon to be dead guy, who went bat shit crazy before dying.

'Focus, you haven't lost yet,'

I'd always been the type of guy that would avoid conflict if possible, that didn't mean I would let others bully me, I was just not the type of guy that wanted conflict. Why fight?. But right now I had to fight and wasn't quite ready to be dog food.

"This will be fun," The werewolf said jumping in front of me , baring his lethal sharp teeth at me.

"Our definition of fun really differs by a long margin," I said, as I rushed at him with my pointy stick.

He took a swing with his claw, but I ducked under it just in time, as I hit him twice on the head before my stick fell apart completely.

[A new skill has been created by a specific action!

Skill: One-handed weapon!

BUFF: +1% proficiency with one handed weapons]

Waving the message off, I noticed that I had managed to hurt a bit the wolf who was growling at me, slowly moving toward me, with streams of blood rushing through my head I tried to find another weapon or something. In my panic I glimpsed some words conveniently floating above some rocks, [Common Knife] thanking the gods, and begging them it was true, I rushed and grabbed it; and to my pleasant surprise I found out I wasn't crazy, I had actually found a knife.

"You are going to die bitch!" The werewolf growled, jumping towards me.

Mustering all my athletic skills, that were practically nonexistent, I jumped out of the way just in time to avoid dying as I brought the knife down on the monster's neck as he graced me with his claws, leaving a deep gaping wound on my torso.

The knife hit him right in the middle of his throat, and seconds later I could see the monster choking on his own blood looking at me with disbelief as he fell to the ground, holding his throat.

[Critical hit!]

But god decided to say, fuck you, the wolf lives, becuase who else but a fucking monster to survive a knife on the neck. His red eyes glowed with anger as he lurched towards me, opening his mouth letting out a gastly howl. The only thing that saved my unprepared ass for this was that I had played enough games to know one thing, the boss ain't dead until you get the rewards.

In the spur of the moment, I dodged the best I could, his mad assault getting wounds all over my body as I lunged with the knife like a lance piercing his eye, going right to his brain, but just for sake of it, I plunged my knife as deep as I could.

He trashed around for a bit, but stopped moving almost instantly and slumped to the ground, with his red eyes finally dying out.

[ -Skill increased: One-handed Weapons lvl 2!

--BUFF: +2% proficiency with one handed weapons

Werewolf Mutant defeated!

Achievement Unlocked: Cesar Millán

Level up!]

That last message didn't come with just that, apparently like in a game I had restored part of my HP or something because I felt better, I was still bleeding, but it was considerably better.

"Holy shit, that actually worked," I said as I fell to my knees.

Werewolves, fire lances, gaming powers, none of this made any sense.... Was I even close home anymore? I feel so lost.

[Obligatory Quest Accepted!

~You have woken up in a strange environment with strange creatures, you must find where you are!~

>>Completion

——Find out where you are

>>Rewards

——- 100EXP

]

'What in the hell….' I thought, as a fucking transparent scroll appeared floating in front of me.

Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed, and that was when I saw my character sheet.

[NAME: Arthur Valentine

MP= 100% — HP= 60%

LEVEL: 2

TITLE: The Gamer

EXP: 0/150

STR: 4

DEX: 5

END: 6

INT: 5

WIS: 5

LUK: 2

STAT POINTS: 5

]

Well, the scroll was right, I had to find out where I was and how to escape this hell hole.