"Ah, Adventurers! You're finally here. I've been waiting. I can't believe that you have managed to kill all of my subordinates and messed up all of my plans. But no matter. You foolishly decided to rush into my dungeon to slay me, but in the end, this will be your doom. I will kill you and-"

"I roll to attack him while he's busy talking"

"...Can you not do that? I had a whole monologue written out, and it is relevant to the plot-"

"Yes! Nat 20!"

"...Goddammit"
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Follow Sam, Matt, Nate, and Jacob as they travel a brand new world in the basement, fight hordes of enemies while eating pizza and somehow getting through every single situation because of good luck (yet still almost all die due to a single goblin) in D&D: Unertha
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Updates randomly because I'm a high school student with no free time

No one likes to be trapped in a room, it's never a good thing. Everyone will tell you that, with very few exertions. If you are with Night, you are in for a good time. A good time consisting of really strange D and D.

Hello all!

Sorry for delaying angd long waiting. Many of you gave notices to the plot and I agree with you. The book was proofread and the were lots of changes. I've decided to reload the book from the beginning. 

Those who already read the book, you can miss the reloaded changes. I'll try to update it as fast as possible. 

 

My first glimpse of D&D started from Baldur's Gate more than 20 years ago. Very rare people knew about these games in Russia in 1990s. The first official D&D publication appeared only in 2006, 30 years after it came out in America. By the way, now I look forward to the new Forgotten Realms. 
Honestly, the first game I played was a poorly translated pirated copy. It was constantly keeping crashing on my outdated computer, but I was too fascinated to stop playing it. 
After Baldur's Gate 2 released, I'd managed to meet several like-minded people on the Internet. We made cards on the black-and-white printer and spent many exciting evenings playing the game. There were no more than 30 people in our entire city who were fond of D&D, but all my teenage memories of that period were good memories. 
In August 2006, D&D 3.5 rules were first officially published in Russian. We got a chance to play Neverwinters Night, Baal and received official collectibles. The fan community became huge. I played on the forums, in the icq and irc chats (does anyone still remember about them?). 
Around the same time, I was drafted into the army and was forced to abandon my passion for games. Having returned home and written a small series of books in the post-apocalypse genre, I resumed to my teenage hobby for board games. I devoted them all my time. 
Together with a 30,000 group of subscribers on a literary site, I decided to create a game book that would combine all my past knowledge with my current experience. According to the simplified free-to-use d20 rules, I asked a question at the end of each chapter and wrote the next chapter based on the voting results. For example, once my readers chose a completely unexpected hero class for me. As a result of the unexpected plot twist, I even had to change the book name. 
While facing an important event in the text, I threw a d4 dice for luck, and described the result, taking into account all the characteristics. Later I found out that this approach wasn't very popular with those readers who weren't very much interested in D&D games. However, if you are as big fan of the board role-playing games as me, then I'm sure you'll like the book. You will success in revealing all the secrets of this seemingly simple but multi-layered world.

The God of Light fell.

The Demon Lord rules the world.

Sentient beings were forbidden to develop technology, and people were never able to shift from the steam engine era to the age of electricity and the internal combustion engine.

But as long as you are the Light host, you may hope for the best. Even if your house is burned to the ground, even if you lose your family, even if your overlord sends you to your death. The Black Guard never gives up and continues on his way.

Every word here is true.

And every word here is a lie.

Where is the truth? You can't guess...

Choose what you want..

Item #: SCP-177
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Due to the safe level of the object, SCP-177 is to be contained in Dr. Calib's room, to be moved only at his discretion, or at that of a Level 4 Administrator. SCP-177 is to be kept in a Level-4 storage locker. During use of SCP-177, standard rules of chess must be adhered to; any test subject attempting to cheat or deviate from these rules is to be escorted from the room.
Description: SCP-177 is an eight by eight square standard chess board measuring 40 cm by 40 cm. On the board are 16 pawns, two Kings, two Queens, four Bishops, four Knights, and four rooks, totaling 16 black and 16 white pieces. All items are carved out of elephant ivory. The white pieces are moveable, and can even be removed from the board with minimal force; the black pieces, however, cannot be removed from the board, or moved by any outside force; forces in excess of 3 kilo-newtons have been applied to the black pieces, only resulting in damaged equipment.
When a legal opening move is made using the white pieces, SCP-177 enters an active state. When active, SCP-177 can be used to play a game of chess using standard rules (white moves first, pawns can move two squares on first move, etc.). The black pieces move autonomously, and after a move is made using the white pieces, that piece becomes immovable until black makes a move. When a piece is captured, it is moved off to the side of the board and removed from play automatically. In the case of the white side winning, the black pieces all return to their original positions, and no further effects are noted until a new game starts. If black should win, the black pieces do a celebratory "dance" and the white pieces fall down, before righting themselves to their original position. Should a stalemate occur, all pieces fall down and return to original positions.
Addendum: History of SCP-177: SCP-177 was brought into Foundation custody 03/██/199█, following a routine sweep of antique stores in the area of London, England. The shop in question was found to be mundane, with the exception of SCP-177, which was acquired by Dr. Calib. The shop has since been under surveillance for any further anomalous activity.
Partial Test Log:
Test #: 001
White Player: D-177-01, female, Caucasian, age 25. Subject chosen for her aptitude in chess.
Results of Game: Heavy casualties on black side, ending in checkmate for black after 60 moves.
Test #: 014
White Player: D-177-01, same subject as previous 13 games.
Results of Game: Few casualities on black side, ending in a resignation from D-177-01 at 50 turns; almost all white pieces were captured. This is the first recorded instance of SCP-177 actually winning a game.
Test #: 025
White Player: ████ ██ ████ male, Chinese, age 34. Local chess champion in the town of [REDACTED], Jiangsu Province, PRC. Mr. ████ was informed that SCP-177 was operated remotely by an advanced chess computer developed by Sherman Computer Products.
Results of Game: SCP-177 successfully promoted one of its pawns to a queen, and used this piece to place Mr. ████ into check several times before an eventual checkmate at 75 turns. Mr. ████ administered amnestics and released.
Test #: 051
White Player: ████ ███ male, Japanese, age 50. Former Japanese National Chess champion.
Results of Game: SCP-177 had considerably long pauses between turns (often in excess of 10 minutes), and moved pieces slowly. Eventually, Mr. ███ resigned, declaring that the board was "Broken" and "Taking too damn long". In future tests, time control will be used to ensure there are no repeats of this test. Mr. ███ administered amnestics and released.
Test #: 167
White Player: Dr. Calib, chess expert and head researcher on SCP-177. Dr. Calib requested to play a game with SCP-177.
Results of Game: Checkmate for SCP-177 at 154 turns. Dr. Calib proclaimed that it was the "best damn game of chess [he] had ever played", and expressed interest in a rematch.
Test #: 200
White Player: "Deep Blue" chess computer
Results of Game: SCP-177 narrowly lost to Deep Blue in 50 moves. Since this time, SCP-177's chess strategy has been noted to be greatly improving.
Test #: 406
White Player: Dr. Calib
Results of Game: Checkmate for Dr. Calib in 11 turns, a new record for SCP-177. Dr. Calib stated that SCP-177 "must have cheated", citing the misuse of the en passant move. Footage shows that SCP-177 played legitimately.
Test #: 529
White Player: ██████████ █████, 20██ World Chess Champion. Mr. █████ was informed that SCP-177 was being controlled by an advanced chess computer developed by Sherman Computer Products.
Results of Game: Mr. █████ lost to SCP-177 in 90 moves, stating that "whoever programmed this computer was a genius". Mr. █████ was administered Class-A amnestics following testing and released.
Test #: 702
White Player: "Rybka" Chess Computer, winner of 2007-2010 World Chess Computer Championships.
Results of Game: SCP-177 won in 25 moves.
Test #: 975
White Player: "Andersenn", a chess computer developed by Dr. Calib with the express purpose of beating SCP-177. Computer was built to be able to deviate from rules of chess and "cheat" if necessary. White pieces manipulated by robotic arm.
Results of Game: Game progressed normally until turn 63, when Andersenn attempted to move the white queen in an L-shape similar to a knight in order to achieve check. Following this, SCP-177 was "thrown" at Andersenn by an unseen force at over ██ km/h, resulting in the destruction of several vital circuits in the computer.
New protocol. No cheating. Do I even need to say what would happen to a human if they cheated against this thing?! -Dr. Calib

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

7 friends, the same high school. Freshman year. 7th Grade.
but one kept a secret, she transferred to schools and has started in August 3, 2020. Forum High.
"how are you there?" Louise texted her, she clicked on their chat conversation and texted back "i'm fine, just keeping silent.. because i'm the new student and not making any new friends here.. :D" smiling a bit she waited for her to text back.
"lmao, make friends there!" Louise texted her again, sighing the thought about it made her think about her first day in her old school. New faces, New names and locations. But somehow she met a girl whose name is Louise.
Having her around was the nicest year she had in elementary still makes her happy and put a smile on her face, "i'm shy!" she texted back chuckling. Both were known to be boyish in someones first impression but having them as your close friend would change your perspective in their gender.
Both friends also were known when they were in 1st grade in elementary, then in 2nd grade they sadly got separated in 3rd grade but there Louise met another friend named Mae. Mae and Louise spent their 3rd year in elementary together with happiness and joy. But Louise still felt empty when she was happy.
then there was 4th grade, no friends at all.. in the past 3 months in 4th grade alone, eating lunch while quietly not trying to be in a conversation with others. She wasn't the kind of person who wants to talk to someone. She's an introvert herself.
But 2 months later in 4th grade , she had met Elize. A tall girl with long puffy hair with a bright smile plastered on her lips. "tell me more about yourself" Louise started a conversation, smiling ever so brightly in her past years in elementary. "welp.. i lost my parents through a divorce paper.."
5 TH   G R A D E 
classmates with her 3rd grade friend Mae, and 4th grade Elize and Nursery 1 Angelu. She was pretty shock since, she never thought that her 5th grade and 6th grade year of elementary will leave a mark of happiness in her memory lane. "HAHAHA, she's funny.. what's her name?" Louise asked Angelu who she's years with and who she started studying together at same year.
"Her name is Keisha" Angelu tells her as she smiles and waves her hand to the other girl who has a mole on the down side middle of her cheek.
Keisha, current friend for the entire year of 5th grade. They bonded with her other bestfriend Mae. "ever just wonder... how we all met?" Louise asked, they were going to the cafeteria. "I don't know as well" Keisha smiled before entering the cafeteria.
M A R CH
L A S T      D A Y       O F        5 T H      G R A D E
it was the heartbreaking day, other classmates were gonna transfer soon. "don't forget me ok?" 
"I'll soon take you back from our old memory lane, where there was only laughter and joy"
6 T H     G R A D E
"lmao, your always depress I hate it." Gabrielle the one who once bullied me, little did I know he's going to be depress soon. Hate how when I share my conditions to people, they would make fun of me. Am I that bad?
3 R D   Q U A R T E R
Gabrielle wasn't that bad as well, he was like those other classmates who looks intimidating. "HAHAHA, your so stupid sometimes" Gabrielle said pointing his finger to Louise who was smiling at him whilst laughing.

"Well you are like my 2nd guy friend whose really close to me" Louise smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. He tilted his head confused in what recently happened before shrugging it off. "Hey, do you have an eraser?"
Her friend, Mae asked her who was beside her guy friend at the left. "Oh yeah here" Louise handed her the 2 objects. "Thanks."
4 T H   Q U A R T E R 
"yknow if your having a hard time with math just talk to yourself and say 'this is easy, its not hard at all' " Our math teacher joked around before the class erupted in saying while trails of laughter came rushing.
"this is the most memorable year" Mae and Louise said before the class finally calmed their souls and finally began the last topic. 
E X A M    D A Y   
L A S T    D A Y     B E F O R E   C H R I S T M A S    P A R T Y 
"uhh Louise and Vincent, could you please go to the teachers lounge and ask for coloring chalks to decorate our board? Thank you." Our advisor in computer class said, before me and Vincent stood up from our seats and walked to the teachers lounge.
Louise has extreme anxiety, she was never the type who walks in from the teachers lounge and greets that teachers. She was shy and respectful, but having a loud voice to greet the teachers was .. intimidating.
Vincent walked in before Louise follows, there they were standing looking awkward  talking to their old PE teacher. "Uh.. ms, do you know where you could find colored chalks?" Louise asked since Vincent was struggling from her words. Both were amazing students and ridiculously good authors/writers. But the fact both doesn't do serious works as an author or writer, they were crackheads themselves. 
"here ya' go." their PE  teacher said before handing them a box of colored chalks, thnking her for her kind offer they stumbled back and closed the door from the teachers lounged and breathed normally. They had trouble breathing ever since they stepped in from the room. 
Going back to their classroom, they placed the box of chalk on the table but their adviser told them "you two decorate the board as well"
Both were good at decorating themselves, Vincent knew how to draw aesthetics, animes, etc. while meanwhile Louise knew how to do calligraphy and good decoration ideas. "Y'know let's do a quote here" Louise said pointing at a certain spot and started thinking. Vincent had an idea and said "how about.. 'the stars are the ones who guides me through my darkest times in life. Merry Christmas'" Louise nodded before writing it. Meanwhile, there were 5 to 7 students who were in the room for, dance practice for the culmination, the one who vibes with other people, the annoying student who decorates as well even though their not assigned for it, and one was their bestfriends.
"wow that's actually good" Gabrielle said, pointing at the quote where Louise and Vincent worked on. Louise nodded and put a thumbs up before laughing.
"Hey Angelu, you will join the dance for real?" Louise asked their class president who was admiring the art of Louise and Vincent. Turning back from the board, she added some designs. 
"Oh yeah I am." 
A F T E R      D E C O R A T I N G
"Hey Louise, you won't join the dance for real? We really need you because your like a nice dancer and were lacking one member as well" A girl who has long curly hair approached her, Louise wasn't really the most talented student she thought she'd be, "sorry elden, I really don't wanna.. sorry"
"Please." Elden said with a pout on her face and a begging gesture that was formed from her hands, still Louise rejected her. "Ok.." She walked away disappointedly. 
one the dancers were gone for their general rehearsal, 3 students played cards while waiting for their fetchers. "HAHAHA, i can't with my dirty ass mind ya'll" Louise shouted a bit while laughing.
"this game ain't for kids.." Vincent blurted out before Leslie and Louise nodded their head smiling while laughing at Vincent. One the last round was almost finished, Louise older sister Venice came at the wrong time and that's when Louise quit the game and slung her bag from her shoulders and waved goodbye.
In the other class while waiting for her sister to get off the cliff, there was Ranee and Elize and other of their classmates watching something while tying up balloons. Louise waved awkwardly to Elize and Ranee. They haven't been that close from their last year of elementary. They didn't know why but they were a bit... awkward.
waving goodbye to both of her friends, Louise and Venice waked outside from their school and their father was just there sitting on his motorcycle/bike.
"why were you late?" Their father asked, he wasn't really the very-strict-father like. Their father was cool, chill and the type that goes with the flow. But is most especially strict when it comes to friends inviting them to go hangout.
"uhm, we were decorating the board and had fun a bit with cards." Louise said smiling awkwardly, her father nodded his head as both siblings climbed behind the cycle as they drove home.

Can they be happy once more? Or are they gonna fall out from the tracks they have been riding on.

Adam F. Parsons 
Age: 20, Human, male
Current health: 67%

Occupation: Business owner/game developer

Statistics:
Strength:   50 (40)   Injury
Intelligence:          70 (60)   Medication
Charisma:   80 (40)  Injury
Agility:           88 (25)  Apparel
Vitality:          87 (66)  Injury
Endurance  66 (29)  Injury
Willpower  64 (64)

Active Effects:
Broken leg (injury) 
Missing teeth (injury) 
Cast (Apparel) 
Painkillers (Medication) 


Skills:
General/Adulting      75
General/Cooking     37
General/Driving     91
General/Cycling      78
General/Skiing     83
General/Swimming     66
General/Learning     72
General/Studying     45
General/Card games    84
General/Board games    90
General/Local knowledge   66
General/Reading     75
General/Car maintenance   50

Hobby/Papercraft     36
Hobby/Music knowledge   89
Hobby/Young adult culture   45
Hobby/General DIY            29
Hobby/D&D Player     50
Hobby/D&D DM     21
Hobby/Fantasy literature knowledge 76
Hobby/Race driving    15

Professional/Violin                                                    88
Professional/Guitar                                                    39
Professional/Creative writing                       49
Professional/Programming: BASIC:Colorful Computer   39
Professional/Programming: BASIC:Durian 1&2    38
Professional/Programming: Assembly:Colorful Computer  5
Professional/Programming: Assembly:Durian 1&2           5
Professional/Hardware knowledge:Colorful Computer    25
Professional/Hardware knowledge:Durian 1            20
Professional/Hardware knowledge:Durian 2            22
Professional/Hardware knowledge:General            24
Professional/Scam Artist:General              50
Professional/Industrial espionage:General            20
Professional/Industrial espionage:Social Engineering          20 (80 by Proxy/Art)




All other Skills are at default levels. For more information on the default levels for your region please refer to user manual vol. 5 p. 345-360.

Adam woke up with a killer hangover, missing digit, four strange cars in his parents' driveway and a box of stolen equipment delivered by three of his friends. And somehow all of this is supposed to be a part of a job interview?

As Michael was ushered to his recliner in the chemotherapy room, he glanced around.  Will Luther Robinson be here today?
The nurse smiled benignly.  Im not sure.  Lets get you settled, shall we?
Quickly, she hooked him up to the IV and left to assist another patient.
Excuse me, said a woman seated in the recliner across the room.  Luther got good news last week.  Hes in remission.
Is he?  Michael stroked his chin thoughtfully.  Good for him.
They cant tell us anything, she nodded her head, indicating the hospital staff.  HIPAA and all that.
Michael nodded.  Thanks for telling me.  He settled back into his seat with his thoughts.
The television on the opposite wall was tuned to a daytime talk show.  Michael rested his head against the back of the recliner and closed his eyes, intending to doze.
I figured Id find you lazing around here.
Michael opened his eyes to see Luther standing at the foot of his chair, brown eyes sparkling with amusement.  Michael sat up.  Hey there.  I didnt expect to see you here.  Someone said you had a clean bill of health on your last check.
I did indeed, said Luther as he pulled a chair to Michaels side.  I figured Id check in on you, see how you were doing.  I thought you might need another chess lesson.  The older man began setting up a chess board on a tray table.
Michael laughed.  Chess lesson?  I think Im up for teaching you a thing or two.  The two men laughed together.
They played wordlessly for a time, each focused on the game.  Finally, Michael spoke.  Its really good news.  Im glad for you.
A slow smile crept across Luthers face.  Yeah, it was something when they told us.  I couldnt believe it at first.  I was afraid it was a dream, that Id wake up and be here hooked up to one of these machines.  He hooked a thumb in the direction of Michaels IV.
Luther gazed pensively across the room.  You know, when I was first diagnosed, I was a mess.  I know I was hell to live with, but my Betsy is a patient woman.  I kept thinking, Why me?  Why do I have to be sick?.  
He shook his head.  As a very young man, I started a framing business from nothing.  Worked eighty hours a week to build it into something.  I raised four kids, put them all through college.  I paid my taxes and donated to charity.  How could something like this happen to me?
He fixed Michael with an earnest look.  I was having one hell of a pity party.  Then one day it occurred to me, Why not me?  Whats so special about me that I shouldnt have some misfortune in my life?.
Michael set his mouth in a grim line as he stared down at the chess board.  I figure I pretty much had this coming.
What makes you say that?
He raised his eyes to meet Luthers.  Ive been a bastard to nearly everyone Ive ever met.  I think this is my punishment.  
He watched as Luther rolled his eyes.  Oh, come on, man, you cant really think that your cancer is a punishment.
Michael shrugged.  I dont know.  My friend Maggie thinks Im being stupid.  She says that people get cancer.  Its not karmic payback or something.
Id say Maggie has a good head on her shoulders.  You should listen to her.
I dont know.  Michael sighed deeply and looked around the room.  I started radiation last week.  Plus, this new round of chemo.  He looked back a Luther.  I have no idea if any of this is going to work.  But Im determined to do some good with the time I have, whether its long or short.
Nothing in the world wrong with that.  Nothing at all.  Luther smiled.  Did I tell you that since the doctors said I was clear, Betsy says I need to be at church every Sunday?
No, Michael laughed.  But Betsy is a smart woman.  You should listen to her.
The two men finished their game, and afterward, they had coffee in a café down the block from the hospital.  Throughout the summer, Luther showed up regularly when Michael went to chemo and they took turns beating each other at chess.  For his part, Michael was happy to have someone else he could count as a friend. 	


Brilliant Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan has his life arranged exactly the way he likes it. As a founding partner at the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny, he can let his underlings do the legwork on the high profile defense cases his exclusive 50th floor division handles. He prefers to simply breeze in and do what he does best: dazzle juries and charm the press.
Michael hires new lawyer Maggie Flynn and has her assigned to his elite 50th floor team. He knows smart when he sees it. He also sees the spark in her eyes. She wants him. And having her nearby strokes his ego. It’s not like anything will come of it, she’s so far from his type. But there’s something unsettling about Mary Margaret Flynn.
Maggie realizes that her crush on Michael is all but hopeless. What would happen if they ever crossed that line?
Sex scenes/explicit content, Suggest age range 18+
Rannigan’s Redemption is by Pandora Spocks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Average Human Race Stat Board by Final Death

{Name - Undisclosed
{Race(Average) - High Human
{Class(Average) - Rough Adventurer
{Title - Undisclosed
{Body Type(Average) - 2 Star> Elemental
{Soul Type(Average) - 1 Star> Neutral/Tainted
{Qi Tier - High Earth
{Weapons Mastery - Advanced
{Streangth - 30
{Endurance - 37.2
{Recovery - 55.1
{Soul - 17.8

STAT INFO

Strength: Relates to the character's physical characteristics, on an offensive and defensive standpoint. Correlates not to overall power, but the output of oneself power in physical means, both internally and externally. Affects limbs, muscles, bones, etc. Any more information is disclosed. What is the pinnacle without some hardships, eh?

Endurance: Correlates to the amount of will and defense one has in both body and mind. It is one of the most crucial skills at times and can help in tough situations. The stat improves the constitution and the mindset of oneself. It can also be synchronized with other skills to give boosts to the character more explosively than all other states, even strength. It strives heavily on will, even though the will of oneself is still greatly underestimated. You can't live really live, if your heart is always set in stone, never beating for its death, nor for its life.

Recovery: This skill is mostly self-explanatory. It helps in the healing and true output of one's mind, body, and soul. It is one of the hardest stats to raise for humans, as relates directly to oneself overall and the changing in the body's most crucial aspects. It is needed for every other stat, so some people try to find catalysts or even try their hand in deathly processes to gain benefits. One cannot keep their eyes up if their head is already on the ground.

Soul: This stat is one of the most mysterious stat, even to our protagonist, who has lived and living two lives. This skill is surprisingly only the second hardest to improve than recovery but is something that can be many things, for both living and death. One of the main things it does, once awakened, is creating qi for the first time, although this was not found until at least 5 years later in our protagonist's first life. It can be a facilitator in all the other stats, gift both mysterious and understandable techniques and skills, give birth to new heights of comprehension and oneself, or even make one handle and be more flexible with themselves and their skills or stats. 

*There are other stats one can awaken, as stats are purely quantifiable passive/active skills in their own right, but are rather unique, singular, and broad, as instead of one skill, they are the basis of many others

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There are many unique things on the status board, which affect the story and our character greatly through this story:

Class: A certain type of job one would get, after reaching a certain strength. Rest is disclosed

Body Type/Star: The body's potential and unique capabilities. The rest is disclosed.

Soul Type/Star: The soul's potential and unique capabilities. The rest is disclosed.

Skills: The techniques and abilities one has which relate to both active and passive powers one can gain through numerous circumstances. The rest is disclosed.

Race: A way a person is born predominately or transformed, to give one unique characteristic, and even special benefits/negatives. The rest is disclosed.

*Titles: A mysterious gift-like system where one awakens only due to very special circumstances, causing one to gain titles for either gain or loss. The protagonist already has this awakened, but people from his last life awakened this at least 3 years later, to his knowledge. The rest is disclosed.

VD Points: Points gained to certain quests and circumstances, while mostly gained through killing. It's not needed most of the time due to MC's will to grow stronger himself with his previous knowledge. He does still use it quite to his benefit when needed. 

VD Shop: A shop set up by the mysterious Void Overlord, with the message,
***IF YOU WANT TO SEE A SPOILER, THEN THE MESSAGE WILL BE SHOWN BELOW. YOUR WELCOME.***


*One thing to note, is that while other people do have a system, it is more simplified, and way more basic than the protagonist. 1. They can only view stats by a God Stone 2. They only display the actual stats, race, and skills of themselves, while other things the protagonist sees, like titles, types, and classes are already available to him as he both has them, and has knowledge of them. Others awaken and use them after a time. 3. The protagonist is the only one with a mini A.I. to help him. 4. He's the only one with the Mysterious Shop, as others gain knowledge and skills only from actually trying 5. The protagonist can see other people's average power, the probability to win, emotion, name, and most predominant skill

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Generally, when viewing oneself, or others, there will be certain tiers of strength. Examples:

Overall Power:
Tier One: D, C, B, A
Tier Two: D, C, B, A
Tier Three: E, D, C, B, A, S
Tier Four: E, D, C, B, A, S, and continuing until S+
Tier Five: E, D, C, B, A- S, E+, D+, and continuing until S ++

Qi Tiers:
Mortal
Earth{Rebirth}
Sky
Lord{Tribulation}

*More Unknown


Weapon Mastery:
Novice

Advanced

Master

Grandmaster

*More Unknown

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"She gave you a second chance, she gave you a second life, but she also forced upon you her dying wish. Why are humans so fragile? Why is is that people grasp at the hope that is never there? Why do so many people believe, while they get lied to their faces all the time?...HAHAHAHA…be wary of your future, your actions, and the trap of the game these 'Gods' and 'Devils' have set for you, young one....They were tears of joy you fool. Those words? Words of pleading for you to continue this game. Her smile?..... If you were still there, you would see a devil's glint in that witches, and the other deities' eyes. Believe me or not, I'll give you a gift, for you to grow strong, and also whenever you use it, you will be hidden from these abominations of good and evil, as their minds make new memories and reasonings of your impact, and give them a different view of the world, and your power. Yes, I have that power, and yes I'm fucking PISSED OFF...but these things are not my creations anymore, and I can not HANDLE them like before. So, go off with these blessings, and destroy the people who have been toying with the death, life, and fate of you, your family, friends, and all the NAIIVE beings in this world!!!
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By the way, my Chosen One, u know I have a video file of the 'being' afterward as proof right? You wanna see it, right?^w^."

The year is 2045, and the world has been consumed by the neverending apocalypse, a terrible doomsday event that has destroyed the once precious home. Joshei, our main protagonist, has the last chance to save everyone again, by going back in time. Will his hatred for the ignorant world and gods consume him? Or will his desires and secret powers be able to triumph and help everyone he wants to? Many secrets are still left unsolved, but can he be the one, to save the world.....Rank Up!

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