Chapter 2: Jack and System

[...98%...99%...100% Initialization Complete, Awakening Host]

I felt my consiousness return to me, hugged tight by the cold and black void I felt literal shivers down my spine, which was by the way impossible unless if course I had a body.

And thus my excitement lit like a blazing fire.

"I'm actually isekai'd, holy shi- huh?"

I took at look at me and aside from "feeling" physically, my body was more or less non-existent.

"Where's my body?"

[The host's body has not yet been created. Would you wish to proceed to the avatar creation screen?]

...

Should I shout now?

"AH! A SYSTEM?! COOL! COOL! COOL!"

I coughed after realizing my blunder.

"I mean sure, go"

Suddenly, a screen appeared in front of me. It was wide, or for simplicity's sake, let's just it's similar to the one from the deadly VR battle royale show.

In the screen was a humanoid being, who was obviously my to-be form, there were multiple windows to switch from and each of them had a title like [Hair] [Hair Color] [Body Type] and so on.

"This is going to be my body right?"

[Yes. The avatar creation is a one time only part of the system that allows you to freely change your looks and race with full control]

I felt my vision blur, countless bad memories, people, experiences that was brought upon body all played in my mind like some broken DVD player. I unknowingly started feeling anger budding from deep inside me but the words of my father shot them down like a professional hunter.

'Son, if you want to blame someone, blame the individual and not everyone. Anger can lead to countless irreversible mistakes and the best way to deal with it is to ignore the individual, if you start labeling all because an individual did something, then you're not better than the one who you rage on'

...

Ok. Not exactly wise. But for a 12 year old me, it was plenty enough to keep me virtually going. Looking back at the screen, I almost had the urge to make myself fat again just to spite those fatty bullies out there but I decided against it, after all, who'd purposely do that unless they were a masochist?

After finishing up the avatar creation, I double checked everything and nodded imaginarily at my handicraft of perfection, yes it was borderline narcissism but who cares?

[Is your avatar final?]

"Yep"

I exhaled from what I assume would be my nose, I can almost see my pride forming but I kept it inside as the system spoke once more.

[Avatar confirmed... bonding host's soul to avatar...]

After what felt like forever, I felt my body get sucked once more but this time it was very painful.

"AHHHHH!?"

My vision slowly gained colors and my surroundings continuously changed with flashy colors until a very cringey statement came out of my mouth.

"I don't recognize this ceiling"

...

No seriously, why the fuck is there a ceiling on top of me? I'm not a baby? Where's tits?

I sat up with all the confusion and found myself in a humble looking room, the curtains were blue and the room was warmly themed brown and the smooth wooden floor accentuated that.

I stood up, marvelling at the wonders of walking and made my way to a mirror nearby, I stood in there mouth agape, staring at both me and the fact that I wasn't...well, ugly.

"Goddamn"

I had platinum blonde hair, ones similar to certain singularity's avenger or saber, a spiky hairtyle that stands up except for a single bang that hangs over the right side of my face all the way to the chin covering my eye in the process.

My eyes had long beautiful eyelashes and the pupils were as blue as the ocean, shining brightly, full of newfound optimism, my face was very androgynous leaning towards being femininely cute, to the point that I could be a match for a certain student council trap.

"So the Hideyoshi as a sex wasn't a joke..."

The sex shown in the avatar selection was, in more simple words, vast. Worse was a certain gender from a certain anime caught my undivided attention, it resulting in my rather, or no, my trap appearance.

"Good thing my hair shouts badass huh?"

Continuing on with my looks, I had a skin pale enough use the 'white as snow' speech on it but what was surprising was the fact that my body was, not really muscly but fit enough that I seemed actively fit.

Looking down at Jr. Jack, he was above average in length and width so no problems there, after turning around a bit and admiring certain bits of my body that was troublesome when obese, I heaved a heavy sigh that contained every single evil, disgusting, raging, hateful thoughts that riled up the moment I realized I was effectively "perfect" in my own sense of the word.

"Seriously, isn't this world lucky that a guy like was give this chance instead? Others would've become rapey or something. System"

I called out the phrase that most kids younger than my true age would love to say. Not betraying my expectations, a screen appeared in front of me relaying simple information.

[Jack Freshman]

[Chaotic Good]

[Hideyoshi]

[Human]

[Strength: 1]

[Agility: 1]

[Constitution: 1]

[Intelligence: 1]

[Highschool DxD]

[Jack Freshman, a young highschool male who moved to Japan in hopes that he can be a famous manga artist as a job, he decided to rent a place in a condominium near his school]

I scrolled the screen to the very end and nodded absentmindedly, my eyes however, twitched a little as I came across the last label, one the shows which world I was in and my flavor text.

"Ah, crap. Really? Don't tell me I'm in Kuoh right now- oh for fucks sake!"

I glanced at the closet behind me, at first I didn't notice it but the tacky looking black and white uniform laid there, hanged by a hanger. The next thing I noticed was a blinking button right beside the main information screen.

[Quest: Make your avatar!]

[Complete]

[Hello again, little lost soul. G here and I'm here to give you this relatively easy quest as some sort of gift]

[Rewards: 1 SSR Random Item Ticket, 1 SR Free Item Ticket]

Soon, 2 different metal rectangular plates, one gold while the other was silver, appeared in front of me. I ignored the 2 and place them near a table while I checked for anything else in the system and, frankly, it was simple to a fault.

It only consisted of 4 screens, [General Information], [Skills], [Shop] and [Quest]. Each was as they seemed, and the fact that I had no inventory was also troubling.

My mind imagined me holding thousand of weapons in a large basket behind me while looking like a botched vendor.

Ignoring those, I placed my attention at the possibly 2 game changing more cards-less-tickets, tickets in my bedside table.

I gulped a large one as I picked up the first ticket, mainly the SR Free Item Ticket.

[Would you like to use the ticket?]

"Yes?"

As soon as I said that, albeit hesitantly, the shop came out and the screen was automatically in the SR window showing lots of items that all had "free" as the price.

My time as a gamer and weeb cranked up countless badass ways to achieve awesome from the plethora different skills and items in front of me, stuff such as sword styles, fighting styles, magic spells, cool skills like thought acceleration and mana burst were all present.

Naturally, I picked something that was going to be useful in the long run and at the current world I'm in.

[Shiva's Genes]