The First Generation Part 1
In the middle of a white room a young boy, who appeared to be in his teens, could be seen laying on the cold hard floor unconscious.
"Ugh" the young boy groaned out as he slowly placed his right hand on his head. As the young boy groaned, he looked around him and noticed the white and empty space around him. "Where am I?" the young boy said as he slowly got up and walked around. As he walked around he reached his hand out in front of him and could feel something rough and coarse rubbing across his hand.
As he rubbed his hand against the wall the young boy suddenly heard a voice speak into his head. "Hello young host" a strange soulless voice said in the young boy's head. The sudden voice shocked enough that he jumped forward a bit, hitting his head against the hard white wall.
"I would advise that my host does not kill themselves while they are in the tutorial stage" the soulless voice said. The young boy quickly got up and looked around "where are you?!"
The soulless voice hearing the young boy's question answered, "I am in a space that allows me to see and speak with you with ease." Hearing this the young looked around once more and when he saw that there was truly no one in the room with him did he let his guard down. "What are you?" the young boy said as he sat down and leaned against the white wall.
"I am a system given to you by the Administrators to aid you in new life as the First Generation to ever survive in this world" the system said as the young boy's ears perked up on a certain part. "What do you mean survive and "First Generation"" the young boy as his body felt tense and his heart began to beat heavily.
"It is as I said. You and several others have been chosen to survive in a world created by the original one to find the hidden gem underneath the rubble" the system said as the young boy felt his heart skip a beat. "What do you mean the "original" created the world I'm about to be sent in. Are you saying that the original is a God?"
"In this world he is and isn't a God. He is like you, while also not you. He is all seeing, all knowing, and all powerful" the system said as a shiver ran down the young boy's spine as he understood what the system meant by his words.
"If that is all of your questions, then allow me to explain your new life" the system said as images and thoughts soon rushed into the mind of the young boy.
"The world you're about to be sent in is a world unlike your own. Here the impossible is possible and that death isn't the worst fate one can experience. You will face creatures that have impossible size and abilities on the daily and will only have so little time to be prepared. So to make sure that you are able to survive I will soon send you to a room where you will train your mind, body, and soul to a point where you can survive in. You will also be given the system and several benefits of it. As well several future allies and potential enemies that will form down the lane of time."
Hearing and seeing the various words and images given to him by the system caused the young boy to feel his grasp on reality beginning to diminish. "This is a dream, right" is what the young boy wanted to say out loud, but knew deep down it wasn't and that he had just entered hell.
"Now before I send you to the training room to make sure your body, soul, and mind are strong enough to handle what you're about to experience once the tutorial stage is over. I am required to ask you your name" the system said.
The young boy calmed his heart beat down and wiped the snot and tears on his face, before standing up and looking in front of him, "my name is Zack Znyder."
"I wish you luck Zack Znyder and hope you are able to make it to the end of the world" the system said before Zack felt everything around him change.
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Zack opened his eyes quickly and looked around him. To his shock he saw about hundreds, maybe thousands, of people standing around, also looking around. "Um, excuse me" Zack heard a voice behind him and when he turned around he saw a dark haired and brown-eyed young girl, probably not over the age of ten, standing behind him and looking at him as if she was about to cry.
"Do you know where my mommy is?" the young girl said as tears began to fall down her face and soon began to bawl her eyes out. The noise attracted the nearby people's attention as they looked at the young girl. "Don't worry I'll help you look for your mother" Zack said.
Zack extended his hand out to the young girl and she grabbed onto his hand, still bawling her eyes out. Zack was about to walk through the room that held them in, but before he could a voice rang in his head.
"Welcome survivors, or should I call you climbers now" a being covered in a dark tattered cloak floating above them all said. "You all should have been explained by the system of where you are, but if you are still confused let me explain once more. You are in the tutorial room, also called the training room that's sole purpose is to train each and everyone of you to be able to survive the new world. Any questions?"
The room was silent for several seconds before an old brute-like voice yelled out "return me back you damn psycho." Everyone looked at who yelled those words and saw a man in his thirties all scarred up pointing his finger at the figure in the air.
The figure looked at the man for a bit before speaking "why would I ever do that? You have not completed the tower nor have you even begun your training." The brutish man looked at the figure floating in the air with a hateful look burning in his eyes as if he wanted to tear the man in the sky to pieces.
The figure also noticed his glare as it soon said, "I'll let you go if you are able to withstand my weakest attack. Of course that is if you can survive it" hearing the figures remark the brutish man yelled out, "then bring it on!"
The figure soon landed onto the ground and looked at the brutish man for a couple seconds before raising his right hand up.
[Root Control]
Without any form of warning several roots came out of the ground and pierced through the brutish man's body and lifted him into the sky. "Aaah" the brutish man yelled out as more and more roots continued piercing him.
"I think that's enough" the figure said before snapping his finger and as if responding to his snap, the roots began to pull and tear the man apart. Leaving only a pile of blood and fleshy remains on the ground before returning back to the floor.
The figure then looked around and said "anyone else want to try?" Hearing the figures' words everyone stepped away from it out of fear and terror, not wanting to end up like the man in front of them. "No challengers, alrighty then. I'll leave you with your training" the figure said before snapping his finger and disappearing from the spot he was standing at.
As soon as he left the whole room began to shake and parts of the room began to rise up. The whole room soon turned into pure chaos as several people ran past one another and many people fell onto the ground and rose up towards the ceiling. Several people who were standing on the spots that rose up quickly jumped down before they were crushed onto the ceiling. There were several people who were unfortunate enough to not get away and ended up painting onto the ceiling. Once the rising pillars finally stopped, did the chaos that engulfed the room finally quiet down did everyone see what the pillars brought with them.
There was several equipment that laid underneath the pillars that had strange writings on them that none of us could translate nor comprehend. No one dared to walk towards the equipment for several minutes until someone from a crowd walked towards an object that had a wooden sword next to it and a wooden puppet across from it.
The person was a man that had a scar shaped as a v going across his face starting from his chin all the way to his left eye. He had the body of someone who had seen the flames of conflict and had tasted the carnage it brough. The man looked at the wooden sword for a bit before looking at the puppet, "so it's like that at then."
The man soon grabbed the wooden sword and held it up. The wooden puppet that was standing as still as a statue made a shrieking noise before looking at the man. "Setting set to Level 1" the puppet said before its body changed from a small scrawny body to one that resembled that of a man that had worked his body for decades. The puppet raised its right hand out and, as if space was obeying its will, a crack appeared in front of it and a small wooden sword with several carvings made on it slowly emerged.
"That was a high grade spell" someone in the crowd said. Zack looked at the person and saw a woman with brown hair and brown eyes looked at the puppet with astonishment. Zack was about to walk to the women to ask her a question, but stopped when he heard what the puppet said.
"Beginning training" the puppet said as it grabbed the blade and the crack disappeared. Soon a beeping noise rang throughout the entire room and when it beeped a third time, the puppet disappeared from its spot.
The scarred face man eyes widened in astonishment before he quickly turned around and raised his sword up. Just as he raised his sword up the puppet appeared above him and its sword was swinging downwards, aiming for the man's head.
When the two swords clashed the scarred man 's face showed signs of shock before his legs gave way and his grip on his sword loosened. The puppet quickly moved its sword away before striking the scarred face man sword away from him and bringing its blade towards his neck.
Everyone closed their eyes expecting to see a fountain of blood and the man's head flying into the air. But after several seconds everyone opened their eyes and saw the puppet standing still with its sword still near the man's neck. "Training has ended. Beginners need to practice their grip on a blade as well as their reaction speed and their judgment on a situation" the puppet said before walking towards its old spot. As it walked its body slowly returned back to its frail and skinny shape and its blade soon returned back into a crack that appeared in front of it.
The puppet stopped walking and turned back to its original position as if nothing happened.
Zack started with astonishment as he looked at the man's pale face. His face was so pale that one would think that he was dead. Zack was brought back to reality as he heard a familiar voice in his head speak, "requirement to enter the first floor is as follows. Be able to do 100 push ups under five minutes, be able to run a marathon under an hour, learn the basic functions of the system, increase your mana core by two times, and defeat the practice dummy while it is in Level 1 or 0."