Chapter 1 - Yves Morgan

Chapter I – Yves Morgan

 In a room with cracks and cob webs all over, old papers and books with burned pages scattered on the floor. In a corner, there's a bed with carton boxes as the bedding, on that bed lies a malnourished youth of 18 years old, bent over while clutching his stomach.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

Yves opened his eyes and what greeted him was the desk lamp atop an old desk along with his trusty knife, a few bullets, and a Bastard gun.

"What the hell? Where is this? This isn't my gaming room!"

Yves is from a rich family of entrepreneurs which invests in energy. Also he is fan of games, especially post-apocalyptic ones. Since he can remember he had been playing all kinds of games to the point that he felt bored playing new ones.

Until he discovered the joy of making mods of those games, Yves can modify and tamper any kind of data in a game. He can make his characters invincible and have infinite resources. But of course after some time, this joy also fades out.

He decided to make one last mega mod of his favorite game for others to use and enjoy themselves. After spending a whole night completing his mod, he slept and somehow got transmigrated.

As Yves slowly got up and sat at the bedside, memories not belonging to him slowly shows up inside his mind.

This world is unlike his before he crossed, this world was plunged into chaos because of the Great War caused by shortage of resources. Nuclear weapons were launched by all of the nuclear-capable nations which lasted for two hours.

In this two hours, missiles, bombs and nuclear warheads were flying all over the sky, engulfing the world in flames. Cities and nations fell, while humanity descended into a nuclear Dark age. But because of the dwindling resources which started the Resource Wars or Great War, the economy grounded to a halt, the US sought alternatives to fossil fuel energy.

Some of these are nuclear fission which is used for robotics and nuclear fusion (cold-fusion such as microfusion cells) is used for laser rifles, vehicles and power armors.

The Great War happened 200 years ago and caused the technology of this world to move and progress unevenly. The technology here is primitive in some areas, while advanced in others.

The person whom he crossed into has the same name as him and looks. But unlike his other self, this one is orphaned. His family got killed by raiders 3 years ago.

"So an orphan eh?" Yves sighed. He got up and looked around the room, besides a bed and a an old desk, there's a table with uneven legs, a drawer, a rotten chair, a rusty refrigerator and a bathroom.

 The door was blocked by large boulders of rock. Instead there's a vent on one corner enough for one person to pass through.

"This seemed like a secret hideout of my predecessor. Speaking of it, isn't he a little embarrassing? He died because of a little hunger? Tsk tsk." Yves thought and sighed. He pity the previous owner of his body, who haven't enjoyed his life to the fullest like him.

 Even though Yves only had interest in games, he was from a rich and influential family. Since he was young, he learned how to adapt to various situation, learned how to cook for himself, and how to handle a gun, etc. In fact those children from any rich and powerful family are not wastes and brainless like in the novels. So Yves after being confused and a little panicked at the start, adapted pretty quickly to his situation.

Feeling famished, he opened the rusty refrigerator and as expected, it was empty. But he was surprised to find out that this room have electricity. Yves then found out that this settlement, well a large village, had power lines connected to a nearby city a few kilometers away. Yves closed the refrigerator and proceeded to the bathroom, he turned on the sink and found out that the water isn't irradiated, it was pretty clear actually.

Unlike other parts of the world where there's nuclear radiation everywhere, his village is situated around a humongous tree, which was strange because unlike other trees, this one is filled with vitality, and a clear stream of water runs through it.

He washed his face and looked at the mirror. He saw a handsome young man, tired deep black eyes, sharp eyebrows and black messy hair. Too bad he's malnourished and his face looks pale and skinny.

It's not easy for the predecessor to live in these times, especially here where it seemed peaceful but because of the special environment around the tree. A group of raiders took fancy to this area and has been harassing the village for a few days now. He can't go outside to scavenge the ruins for some scraps to sell for caps or barter and after a few days he died of hunger.

"First things first, find food. Shelter and water isn't a problem here. How about finding work? Heh forget about it, my body is too weak. Steal? Hmm, well let's go outside first."

While thinking of how to get food, Yves got out of the bathroom and approached the drawer. He opened it and changed clothes. Since he decided to go outside he brought his backpack.

Yves got all suited up. A tattered shirt, leather pants, leather vest and a stinky old boots. He approached his old desk and picked his knife. Even though it looked old at least he has something sharp to skin and dissect animals, he picked the Bastard gun and loaded 6 bullets in it. The reason this gun was called Bastard is because it's recoil is crazy and heats up fast. He opened the old desk and took a few bobby pins to unlock doors if he decided to steal. He put all miscellaneous items in his backpack and slung the Bastard gun on his neck.

Yves checked everything and felt… weak. He sighed again for his misfortune, he took a few deep breaths and crawl in the vents. But before he got in deep, there was a beeping sound and a panel appeared before his eyes.

"Congratulations host, the Personal Information Processor has been activated! Downloading additional mega MOD created by host…"

"Download Successful"

"Please use the PIP-MOD v1 to your hearts content host! Enjoy and have fun in this boring world!"

Yves' eyes lit up.