Bullying, being gay, fighting, losing loved ones, not liking who you are. These are just some of the things that messes with people and effect how they grow up. I’m writing about these using my own experience. Hope you enjoy! (First page will explain it better)

Penulis : Fuyuhara Patora
Ilustrator : Usatsuka Eiji
Penerjemah : Lumia
Editor : Lumia 
PDF : Lumia
http://uebu-novel.blogspot.co.id/

-SI in to Worm with a bloody Necronomicon, thankfully not the same Necronomicon from Ash Vs Evil Dead~ Chaotic Evil MC taking advantage of the better Book of the Dead!

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional) 

Frank awoke with a jolt, the concrete he laid upon offered little comfort as he stood with a groan. He was in an alley, but that couldn't be right, the shitty little town he lived in barely had two buildings close enough. He rubbed the grime out of his eyes, and groped around for his glasses, eventually finding them in his jeans, slipping them on he finally got a good look around.

It was the most stereotypical alleyway he could ever have conceived of and up above the tall buildings was a brilliant blue sky. He hadn't the faintest clue how he got here, the last thing he could remember was going out on a walk, or something, the past few hours were a little fuzzy. Had he been kidnapped or something? Almost as if to answer his question a heavy tome landed at his feet with a thud.

"What in the fuck?!" He exclaimed. But after a moment's hesitation, he bent down and picked up the strangely colored book.

'Necronomicon,' it read. Just beneath the gold emblazoned title was a note pinned to the distressingly textured cover. Written upon a thick parchment it read, 'Transported to a realm not thine own, with but two gifts and only a note to guide thee. Thou hast been granted an opened mind and a tome of great knowledge. The Queen Administrator shall fail, defeat the Warrior's shade and thine fate shall be revealed. Be forewarned displaced one, should thee fail in thine quest, death shall be a kindness.'

"What." The note was absorbed into the book's disturbingly textured cover. He blinked, the shock quickly wore away as he mulled over the note's words. He had a sneaking suspicion as to what was happening, and he was going to get an answer. The brown-haired man strolled out of the alleyway onto the mostly vacant sidewalk and walked up to a poor looking fellow leaning up against an abandoned storefront.

"Legend or Eidolon?" He asked.

"Psh, Alexandria's where it's at man, she's got an ass you could bounce a dime off," responded the scruffy-looking man with a chuckle.

"...Right, thanks," said Frank. He walked away without another word. All around him he saw a dense cityscape, off into the distance he could see a bay, leading out into the Atlantic, and right smack dab in the middle of it was an oil rig, enshrouded by a hazy energy field. The realization hit him like a hammer, and Frank couldn't decide between screaming out of fanboyish glee or gut-wrenching horror.

He leaned up against a building on the sidewalk, shaking lightly and nearly hyperventilating. Frank slowly leaned up against the wall and slide down it, eyes wide and mind racing the possibilities thrumming through his mind at a mile a minute. He was in Worm and had the Necronomicon, he was in fucking Worm and had the fucking Necronomicon. Frank chuckled lightly, and then it swiftly grew into deep belly-aching laughter.

After a moment, he collected himself, standing up he straightened his ruffled dull grey jacket, with a face filled with determination and heart full of terror he set out.

Chapter 2

The first order of business for any aspiring super person was to find a base of operations. Which was why Frank was strolling through a rundown neighborhood as he slowly stroked the cover of his new favorite book.

Judging by the distinct lack of swastikas and oriental people, in addition to the vast amount of shady looking poor people, he had to assume he was in or around the Merchant's turf, which was probably for the best, all things considered.

Frank slowly wandered the streets, looking through the run-down neighborhood after run-down neighborhood, attempting to find an abandoned house that hopefully wouldn't cave in on him. After nearly an hour of searching, he found just the right place, a tiny, shitty looking house surrounded by other, tiny, shitty looking houses.

It was a small one-floor abode, the paint was largely chipped away, the lawn overgrown and the windows mostly shattered, it was perfect. Frank walked along the overgrown brickwork leading up to the front door, idly kicking detritus out of the way. He pulled out his only weapon, a tiny, dull pocket knife. When he reached the entrance he walked over to an empty window frame and peered inside, it looked vacant, but who knew what horrors could be hiding inside. He climbed through the window frame as quietly as he could.

Frank's search of the largely barren home was uneventful and brief, the small one-bedroom home was inhabited with nothing but several rat carcasses, a small mountain of ancient used syringes, and a few badly worn pieces of furniture.

Frank plopped down on a cushionless couch that was the sole occupant of the living room and set the fleshy tome on his lap. Before him lay a book filled with untold horrors awaiting to be unleashed, a book filled with more eldritch knowledge than could even be conceived of by mortal man. His task was nigh insurmountable, and this was the tool given to him to accomplish it. Frank pondered his options for a long while, what he was willing to do to survive, what he was willing to do to win. He came to his resolution with a grimace, and a tinge of excitement, after all, Worm was all about doing the wrong things for the right reasons.

But before he set out on his quest there was one more thing he had to do. Frank held the book up by the back cover so that the pages at the end would fall to the front, they did, and then they continued to fall. He held it in that position for over a minute as pages continued to fall, the size of the book never changing. He chuckled. Frank stared at the book for a while longer, fear gripping his heart, preventing him from taking the first step.

He let out a quiet sight, with a determination born of a fear of another sort and an immense curiosity, he opened the Necronomicon. The language it was written in was of a strange sort, while appearing to just be random gibberish on the page, it somehow directly communicated the raw intent of the words into his mind. The first page was a preface of sorts, it stated that this 'Necronomicon' (as it's actual name was physically unpronounceable by humans) was a kind of compilation of all 'relevant' knowledge in the entire multiverse. Thank whatever random omnipotent being gave him this version, as the actual Necronomicon would have been fucking useless.

He turned the page, it was a table of contents.

'ROB is being so kind,' he thought.

As he read through the table of contents he realized something that should have been rather obvious. Not only was this tome a source of immense arcane lore, but technological knowledge as well. As he continued to read he also noticed that there were no page numbers. He pondered this issue for a moment if ROB was being so kind already… He thought of Shoggoths and turned the page, on it was a detailed entry on the biology and creation process of Shoggoths.

Before he really dived into it, he wanted to confirm a niggling suspicion he had. Turning to a page on directed energy weapons, he briefly skimmed it. Unlike tinker tech, the technology in this was completely genuine, no hyperdimensional fuckery here, just honest to tentacle covered god technology. Hopefully magic would be a bit easier to learn.

Turning to the introductory page on magic, he read over it, and it was actually fairly simple at its core. Magic was a lot like flexing a hidden muscle that you never knew you had. It was your connection to the very universe, something that most mortals never realized was there.

The first 'spell' the book stated a practitioner of magic should learn was a simple focusing exercise. Continuing with the muscle analogy, it was a lot like lifting weights, magical weights. It took him a couple of minutes to figure it out, but it was surprisingly easy. He continued the focusing exercise for a long while until he felt that he'd mostly gotten the hang of it.

He eagerly turned the page, now that he was a fully qualified wizard, it was time to learn some real magic!

Chapter 3

A/N: I'm grabbing most of the spells from the Call of Cthulhu Spell Grimoire (with some liberal modifications). You can find a free complete PDF online if you care to look it up.

The sun was rising, he hadn't even noticed the sunset in the first place. He closed the Necronomicon with a satisfying snap and stretched as he stood up, then immediately rushed outback as his bladder screamed for release.

After finishing his business he went into the kitchen and attempted to turn on the sink's faucet, nothing came out, while he hadn't expected the water to be on in this abandoned shithole, it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, he had yet to discover the secrets of immortality, so he still had to eat and drink, among all those other things those pesky mortals had to deal with. He needed to get money and food somehow, and he didn't have his wallet on him, so what other option was there but to go out and murder random Merchants and steal their stuff. In addition to some other things, of course.

Fortunately, during his binge reading session, he'd managed to learn one actual spell, plus a few other fun things. The spell allowed him to conjure an invisible, extendable, and exceedingly sharp razor out of thin air. It was basically Jack Slash's more obvious power, but better. And if Jack Slash could go head to head with the mightiest heroes, while murdering scores of people, obviously he could too.
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But first, he'd need a few things, some clothing to better blend in and something to carry his stuff around in. He'd ended up stealing his disguise from a probably dead homeless person he'd found behind an abandoned store, which consisted of a brown jacket that was filthier than dirt, a beanie that smelled like it'd came out of a grease pit, and a bandanna that actually didn't smell or look that bad. His second item appeared in the form of a backpack that was made almost entirely of duct tape, which he'd found next to a homeless person that probably wasn't dead. Within the backpack he stored his precious Necronomicon, it was far more convenient than stuffing it under his shirt as he had been.

Finally, Frank began his hunt and did so for nearly three hours before he found his mark. It was an isolated group of shady looking guys leaned up against a wall quietly talking to each other. Logically, they had to be drug dealers working for the Merchants, and if not, oh well.

"Hey, you guys got any drugs?" Frank asked as he approached them. They stared at him, varying looks of incredulity on their faces.

"Fuck off?" Said the one in the center.

"Go to the Merchants if you want your fix, freak," said the one on the left.

"Well, fancy you should say that," Frank said with a laugh. He conjured and swung his invisible blade, neatly decapitating the one in the middle, and nearly decapitating the one on the right. The one on the left tried to run, but with a neat flick of his wrist his prey fell to the ground, his Achilles tendons cut, and with a few quick slashes, his final target perished.

He walked up to the corpses with a casual stroll and dragged them into the dead-end of the alleyway they had been standing outside of. The alleyway was as filthy and cluttered as most other alleys were in Brockton Bay, but luckily for him, this one was a bit different, with a decently large alcove at the very end of it, which would hopefully obscure his upcoming sorcery from the wandering eye.

Several minutes later he had finished dragging the last corpse into the alley, he walked back out, looking at the large pool of blood and obvious drag marks in the concrete, he hoped nobody would be stupid enough to interfere.

Frank plopped down next to the pile of corpses, cracking open the Necronomicon he flipped to the page with the ritual on it, he reread it once more to assuage his paranoia.

He stripped the corpses of their clothing and valuables, stowing them in his backpack. Frank conjured his spectral razor once more, it doubled as an effective ritual blade. He began to flay one of the dead men, slowly but surely, he cut away the flesh with his ethereal blade, the process was surprisingly quick, taking only a few minutes. He repeated this process twice more, neatly stacking the flayed strips of flesh on top of each other. Once completed, he picked up the Necronomicon in his off-hand and placed his right hand on top of the stack. Frank read the accursed words slowly but surely, only five minutes passed and the ritual was complete, a blob of alabaster Flesh was now where the strips of skin were, he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, he wasn't finished yet.

Frank laid the Necronomicon on the ground off to the side, he'd need it as a guide for this ritual as well. He rubbed his fingers around on the flayed body, smearing as much blood as he could on them and crawled back to a portion of the alcove that wasn't already drenched in blood. With painstaking slowness he drew out the runes copied from the Necronomicon on the ground, it took nearly an hour to do so.

Once he finished quadruple checking the circle, he couldn't help but let out a nervous breath Frank picked up the blob of Flesh and gingerly placed it in the proper position in front of the circle, and then stripped off every article of clothing, placing them next to his backpack.

As carefully as he could he eased himself down inside of the circle on his knees, he began to chant, the same alien phrase, over and over, for nearly a minute nothing happened, but slowly and surely the Flesh that laid before him swept up into the air as if by some invisible current, it encircled Frank, spinning slowly around him. It drifted closer and closer to him as if by a gentle breeze, and then it flowed on top of him, the pale Flesh merging with his own.

It was agonizing, and it wasn't supposed to be, properly performed this ritual was supposed to be painless. Normally if he were subject this level of raw bleeding agony, he would be a screaming wreck writhing about on the ground, but it seemed the paralyzing effect of the ritual had taken effect, locking his body into place and preventing even a twinge. It continued like this for several more minutes before the ritual finally finished, and it took several more minutes for the paralysis to wear off. When he could finally move, he bonelessly collapsed to the ground, every motion felt like sandpaper grinding into his flesh.

Minutes passed before he could work up the energy to stand. Frank inspected his Flesh as he hobbled to his pile of clothing, he looked emaciated now, the Flesh absorbing most of his body fat in the bonding process. His skin was far too pale, far too smooth, almost like porcelain, he knew it would get better in time, but it would never look like a human's again. He was also completely bald, he really hoped he could grow his hair back.

The pain had largely faded as he slipped on the last of his clothing. Frank looked over to the bodies, there was one more ritual that he should have performed, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Then again, it was barely even worth being called a ritual, all he'd have to do was say a few words and… The bile rose up in his throat, later, he would do it later. Frank hurried out of the alley, he quickly checked the men's wallets, combined they had around fifty dollars, a surprising haul for such an impoverished area. At least he could afford food now.

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Sprawled across 3 seats with his head resting on top of  his bag, was a sleeping Seamus. He was brought out of his dreams, due to the bus driver's shaking. " Hey, Kid wake up!, last stop, Leeds"

Seamus jumped up straight with a fright and started patting himself down and touching his face, only to notice, the bus driver was giving him a puzzled stare " bad dream.....Thank you for waking me " 

"Aye" The driver shook his head and walked off the bus, followed by a fumbling half-asleep Seamus. 

{Gate 3 - For the 13:10 from Leeds to Scotland….. For the 13:10 , Leeds to Scotland,  proceed to Gate 3  }

After getting his bearings and finding the taxi rink at the station, he could only see one taxi waiting. " Where you heading lad?"  The driver looked back using his rear-view mirror,  seeing a young  man climb into the back, with a rucksack. 

Seamus started rummaging through his bag, past endless amounts of papers and some notebooks. " ah!" He pulled out a printed PDF page with the venue details. " Can you get me to L52 1DG, St Bernard Street" 

" Sure thing... You're here for the festival too? " 

" Uh ...Yeah, I'm performing as a supporting act, How did you know?" Seamus replied as he was organising his backpack. 

" I've taken quite a few people there today ... performer you say, any tunes I've heard before?...you got a little Scottish twang in your voice, you from Scotland? My miss's is Scottish" 

'Damm, a talker ' Seamus slumped back into the seat and conversed with the driver along the way to the venue.

....

" Ah, lad there's a massive traffic jam,tch.. this must be one hell of a festival " 

Seamus looked out the window, to see convoy of cars wrapping around a corner, that was hidden by bushes and set of chain linked fences. 'Is this a prison' 

"Yeh…. I think so" Seamus could his heart beat pumping a bit faster 'My first performance in this world… I've got to make this good' 

An orchestra of car horns accompanied Seamus and the driver, as the taxi nugged along for the next 20 minutes. Seamus could only watch the rate climb up to nearly  £20, he could hear his wallet screaming. 

" Sorry Kid, I'm gonna have to drop you off here, I've got bookings to hit .... " 

'Thank god' The taxi driver dropped Seamus off, outside the chain linked fences. Strapping his rucksack over his shoulders, he watched the driver struggled to leave the convoy, as multiple RV looking buses were going the opposite way.

'I need to get one of those'  Seamus started walking down the pathway, past rows of disused industrial site buildings, some had parts of the roof missing or were tagged with graffiti, ' Is this were I die... damm, all this for 15mins' he gingerly kept following the traffic jam around the windy road, whilst avoiding meeting the weird stares directed at him, from the people inside their cars.

'Who puts a festival in an area like this!' After 20 minutes of walking, Seamus finally came around the corner and was greeted by the site of black massive stand with the words 'WEMX' plastered on the side in purple, and a large row people lined up next to black gates getting their tickets checked.

Seamus walked around the rows of people, to the area where the RV's where leaving and parked. He walked to a black t-shirt man with an organizer tag plastered on his shirt.  " Hey, my name is Seamus Meonch, I am a support act, under the name Moench" He pulled out the paper prints showing his performer details. 

The man stepped away with the paper from Seamus whilst talking into a walkie-talkie before returning " That's all good, just walk past those barriers, turn left and you'll come up to the performer area, there's other guys already in there… we are bit understaffed, so I can't take you there myself" 

Seamus followed the organizers instructions ' Where is everyone' as he walked he was unable to find any other 'Organizers' around this area, only a few security guards walking around. As he turned left and walked past black curtains, he came into a medium sized room that had a few artists walking around. It was filled with speakers boxers, audio equipment and all sorts,  with stairs that signaled to staging area. 

The other artists didn't pay any attention when he walked in, Seamus could only find a speaker box to sit on, after reading the set timings that was next to the stairs. He pulled out his laptop wanting to recheck his music list for his set. 

As he let out a yawn before starting, his eyes caught a group of three guys dressed in leather studied outfits practicing away in a corner, with black and white face paint. His eyes opened wide and his jaw extended to the floor. ' Is that KISS?' 

His puzzled face didn't change as he kept looking at the group and booting up his laptop ' Do I know any KISS songs?' Seamus started trying to hum a tune and pulled out a notebook from his rucksack and started a writing score. 

….

{ Outside the WEMX venue }

More and more People had begun lining up to queue at the festival entry gates, the grass had become mud under the feet of the crowds, but smiles could be clearly seen on their faces as they chatted and waited to get their tickets checked.  

Near the entrance was a group of four casually dressed waiting like the rest. 

Group member 1:  "Hey doesn't this place look understaffed compared to InTWO festival last year?" 

Group member 2: " Yeah but who cares! TenCairo are playing!"

Group member 3: " Sorry to kill you man, but TenCairo have pulled out! Checked their BlueBird" 

Group member 2, quickly pulled out his phone and scrolled to the TenCairo, BlueBird page  and read aloud to his friends  ' To all our fans, due to a dispute with the WEMX Festival organizers, we have had to cancel our act, we want to apologise to all our TEN's who travelled to LEEDS! We will look to make it up to all of you  '

Group member 2 looked at his friends with a look of disbelif  " What the fuck is shit! Na i'm going home!"

Seamus dies standing, Seamus wakes up standing. 

Now living an alternative life with a unique system, and missing some of the comforts and stars of his old world.

How will Seamus survive. 


__________

Inspired by what I've read, so expect some similarities with other stories

" sorry guy's false alarm, wrong person wrong floor. " 

" sigh " after giving a mass sigh the dispersed group regrouped near Jason as if collectively asking his stats. Jason's face suddenly formed black line's he hated being disturbed while eating, seeing Jason's face one of the colleague's who is close with Jason said

" come on Jason don't be shy, tell us your stat's "

Black line's on Jason's face darkened, what should he be shy of? but he soon let go his resentment, placing his half eaten loaf of bread in his desk drawer he spoke casually

" Highest Agility +2.4, rest above 1.5. "

" Another D class Player "

"What?" Jason was puzzled.

"You didn't watch the What's app group?"

"Not recently!" Jason shook his head. He has developed a habit of not using what's app at work.

The other party explained: "Once you scan through the office whats app group, you will definitely see a detailed PDF on the DD system. It is said that it was Created by a relevant DD system department, which consist's of all Top class Ivy league Nerds of the country. According to the PDF, for ordinary player's highest attribute should be below +2 point. and they have also created a rank system based on this. "

"Detailed illustration of the DD system?"

Jason remembered the picture sent by his Ice Princess to himself, which seemed similar to this thing. Her text also seems to say that ordinary player's highest attribute should be below +2 point but this Rank system was new. he quickly open the whats app group and looked for the rank system.

" highest attribute below +2, E class"
" highest attribute above +2, D class"
" highest attribute above +3, C class"
" highest attribute above +4, B class"
" highest attribute above +5, A class"
" highest attribute above +6, S class"

" there are player's with highest attribute above +5 and +6, WTF! " Jason was Dumbfounded, he thought he was the protagonist but world disappointed him once again. 

" there should be since they have released it in the ranking system " said the other person.

" thank fully highest attribute above +4 are extremely rare. " said another

" I don't know what effect this DD system will have on ordinary people like us." Someone couldn't help sighing.

"Yeah! This DD system is too weird."

"I hope the impact is not too great."

The original warm atmosphere, suddenly became cold. Everyone's face was more or less worried.

Jason's mood also sank, if player's with highest attribute above +5 and +6 are possible then anything is possible. what if there are also other Player's with wired talent's and cheats out there, if fortunate accident's can happen to him then others can also have their own lucky encounter. 

Within few hours, the world suddenly changed dramatically. the old era as we know of came to an end and a new unknown era was set in motion, the unknown always makes people fear and be afraid.

Unlike other's Jason was not worried about the DD system having any negative effect on him, according to the Ranking system he should be a A class player without including his other cheat's but with his cheats he should be a SSS class player, Still in his heart inevitably gave rise to worry about the unknown, but he is not worried as much as his colleagues.

Jason continued to go through the PDF.

The pictures and texts were exactly similar to the ones sent by his Ice Princess to himself earlier this morning.

The PDF thoroughly explained the importance of different Attributes, importance about completing the daily task, weekly task, monthly task, importance about choosing the right Occupation and sub Occupation, importance about Contribution Coin's and free attribute points, also explained about the DD system Shop and also about Skill and Occupation Creation.

The PDF seemed to also recommend different occupation's based on one's Highest attribute points and also recommended everyone below C class to wait and accumulate enough stat points before selecting a Occupation.

It also suggest many Base skill's for the character growth of all the player's, the base skills were equal important to every player be it E class or S class. along with various way to place ones stat points skillfully. it also suggest player's against creating their own Occupation and Skills as they require very high Perception stats and do not contribute that much to overall growth of the player.

The most important role of this PDF was that it saved lot of time for all the players. It doesn't matter whether this PDF is really from the relevant government department or not. Because of its appearance, everyone skipped the happy and curious period of exploring the DD system and learned almost every thing about the DD system.

It is also because every one skipped the DD system exploration period so quickly, everyone's attention shifted to the sudden emergence of the DD system, and the unknown risks it brought with itself.

The crowd slowly dispersed one by one helplessly.   

At 9:40 AM, a figure flashed at the companies front door.

Everyone quickly picked up and wore their fixed head sets connected to the phone and system next to them and kept it on their ears in a pretended manner. Looking towards the door.

Instead of a fat old man in a costly suit, A young man in a beige trench coat came in. with his head held high, chin lifted up slightly, eyes narrowed. His footsteps were frivolous and weird like crabs. he swang his arms back and fore with a great amplitude, his attitude was as if this company belonged to him, no as if the whole building belonged

"Todd lowell?"

Everyone was surprised. It wasn't strange if it was the boss who came in, but it was one of the two general employee's who hadn't come.

"Hello everyone!"

Todd raised his right hand and gently waved it towards the crowd.

"Todd, you are late and you dare to sway slowly at the door?"

Jason couldn't help but remind Todd where he is right now because this guy's cubical was next to him, and the relationship between them was not bad.

"Half an hour ago, I sent my resignation through a text message to the boss. This brother of yours is about to reach the peak of his life. This company is too small to bear my greatness." Todd was too proud of himself.

Everyone was envious.

This guy should have the highest attribute of more than +3 points, putting him in the genius category to act like this.

"Brothers and sisters!your Brother, I am about to climb new heights, you insist for a year, I will buy this company by next year, so that you all can enjoy the same treatment to that of boss's relatives." Todd raised his arms, waiting for everyone to applause.

But the crowd ignored him.

Player's with high attribute do indeed have promising future, but everyone her is just a colleague, it takes about a few months to get along and become close. If this guy is really hits the jackpot. A few colleagues who have good relations with Todd may come to his door for help and rest could careless.

Todd walked towards his Cubical.

"You have resigned, then why are you here?" Jason looked at Todd and asked curiously.

"Of course for Kelly Hu." said Todd raising an a eyebrow. "I have to ask her if she wants to be my girlfriend."

"Then you are destined to have come here for nothing."

Jason simply shook his head.

Kelly Hu is one of the company boss's relative. She is beautiful but very bossy and mean, and her character is like that of a Big devil. Even in front of the Company boss, she act's high and mighty.

Even if Todd is a player with highest stat of +3 points, Kelly Hu might not treat him differently, let alone promise him to be his girlfriend.

"It's okay, I know she will refuse. Today is just to show my attitude towards her and let her be mentally prepared. It is not too late for me to try and win her within next 6 months" Zhang He rested his legs on the desk.

Jason was surprised: "So confident, is it possible that your highest attribute is more than Just +3 points? Today Brian also did not come, he should also have highest stat above +3 points and resigned like you. Excluding those relatives who have not come, In our company there are two geniuses in a pool of almost more the 20 general Employees, So out of 10 Players one player is a genius with highest attribute of +3. Although it is good to be able to Stand out of 10 people, but is it enough to win Kelly Hu within six months? "

"highest attribute +3? What is this highest attribute?" Todd stared at Jason with wide eyes.

"The highest attribute of the DD system." Jason was a little confused.

"DD system? What DD system?" Jason hurriedly lowered his legs.

"Okay! I kind of understand why you are so arrogant. your feeling is that you are the only one with a game system. In fact, Everyone whose age is over eighteen years has it."

Jason looked at Todd with sympathy, he could understand Todd's mental state. Thankfully He also experienced this in the early morning. Fortunately, after the loss, God gave him another big surprise.

If he had not woken up at 3 in the morning because of his Ice Princess and experienced the DD system at 5:40 and had his dream of being the only player in the world Shattered by the timely call of his Ice Princess, he would be similar to Todd, He would wake up at 8: 40 am like his usual self by then Ice Princess would have already left for her job. as soon as he had open his eye's he would be greeted by the DD system, In his arrogance of awakening a system he would ignore the world and act out pretty much like Todd.

Todd was stunned.

His complexion turned blue for a while and then turned white again.

"Anyway, this job is not that good, it's okay to resign this job, you may find a better job. Now Let's see what your the highest attribute is and how rest of your stats are." Jason reminded.

Todd quickly turned on the DD system.

His embarrassing and gloomy complexion faded away like a dark cloud and shone like the sun in a sunny day.

"constitution, My constitution has reached +3.4 . "

"congratulations!" Jason was stunned, this guy's luck is good.

"I was scared to death thinking I fucked up." Todd patted his chest with a lingering fear: "I was so scared just now, I'm still feeling dizzy, I'll head back home. as for Kelly Hu's matter, Let's forget it for now"

Jason nodded.

When Todd left, Jason looked at the time, it was almost 9:50.

The strange boss and his relatives still did not show up till now.

He looked around, his colleagues who were at their respective cubical, were chatting with colleagues nearby.

Looking at their face, their complexion was not good.

Obviously, their previous depression has not only worsen by little, but has intensified.

The more they talk, the more panic and anxiety they have about their future.

Jason just looked at his Smart phone while turning on his computer.

Then he checked his collage whats app chat group.

It was similar to the company, this group was also lively, but the mood in the group was not high. After all, ordinary Players account for the majority in the world, and many people are worrying about the unknown changes that would emerge with the introduction of DD system in the world and what kind of variables will occur in their originally peaceful lives.

Jason could clearly feel the mood of pessimism and panic spreading.

Checking out other chat groups, they were also almost the same.

The advent of DD systems is surprising.

After being surprised, many people began to think about what kind of impact it would bring.

The answer was obviously disturbing.

The various prediction's on the Internet were almost exactly the same.

Jason felt that if not for the fortunate accident during his awakening of DD system, he would also be in a state of panic at the moment similar to the rest of the world.

For what reason Players are born?

To chase their Dream?

Or To be Free?

What are Players?

Players are incredible and strong people of the world. 

They have strength enough to collapse large Mountains and Rivers.

There're tons of incredible Players in the world.

This vast world is filled with Players worthy of conquering it.

You will become a Player someday, too.

Some people did not treasure their lives. The day's meeting was regarding the new companies they might take under their wing, and some of their representatives decided to ingratiate themselves with Kyro before the meeting even started. However, when one man left almost in tears, the others finally realized that this was a minefield they should approach with care. 

The meeting then passed in relative calm. 

When Kyro returned to his office, it was past one o'clock. Opening his email, he found that there was a message from the detective. 

[Why would you have me investigate some missing girl in another continent? My connections are great, but they're on this side of the Atlantic.] 

'Missing girl?' That part startled him. Why was she missing? It brought her no advantages, did it? 

He quickly clicked on the attachment and opened the pdf file. The first page had a dossier style introduction. On the left there was a photo of the girl, while on the right there was some basic information about her. 

[Name: Iris     Surname: Warren
Age: 23        Date of Birth: 09-17-1994 
Sex: Female    Country: United Kingdom]

Below were a number of her social media accounts, but he passed them by for the moment and looked at the 'Background' section. 

[Iris was born in Kendal in 1994. Her parents were both British and happily married for three years. When Iris was four, her parents were in a car accident. Her mother died on the spot, while her father was brought to the hospital, but his life could not be saved. Two days later, he died as well. 

After that, Iris went to live with her mother's older sister Madeline Nicholls, who is a graphic designer. She didn't earn much from that, so they were part of the lower middle class. 

There are few records of Iris' life after that. She has never attended any competitions or won any prizes. Her school life lacked any achievements. 

Once she finished high school, she took  a year off before starting her studies. There's no data regarding what she did during that time. When she applied for college, it was for one place and a degree in Economics. Her marks during exams were average, neither too good nor on the verge of failing. 

This year, on May 29th, she disappeared without a trace. She came to class, stayed for half a lecture, then was gone before anyone could notice. No one has seen her since then. The strange thing here, her aunt has not reported this to the police as a missing person's case.] 

Kyro leaned back in his chair, trying to make sense of what he'd read. This did seem like a perfect profile for someone nefarious, and that last comment about the aunt was highly suspicious. Yet this life could also be true. The girl did act like she had nowhere else to be besides his place. 

'I really need some damn answers,' he thought while massaging his temples. 

…

When Iris woke up, it was already past midday. For a moment, she lay without moving, hoping to fall asleep again. In her subconsciousness, she knew that something bad would happen once she opened her eyes. 

Her stomach growled soon, though, and she forced herself to get up. Blinking, she noticed that she was covered by a blanket. 'That wasn't there yesterday,' she noted, puzzling over the matter. 'Kyro must have put it on me!' 

And then the dam was broken. The memories from yesterday came crashing in, and she dug herself under the blanket to hide her face. "I'm an idiot, I'm such an idiot!" she whispered, almost in tears. 

Instead of acting like a person, she had been stuttering and not saying anything, avoiding him. In his own apartment. She was a stranger, more or less, yet acting like it was fine for her to stay here without any explanation. When he wanted to talk, she even fell asleep! 

'He must think I'm a fool and a joke by now.' 

But it was too damn embarrassing! First, he mentioned seeing what happened in the warehouse. Then, he asked about how Lucifer got injured, and his voice when she said that it was to protect her… It was full of so much incredulity, she wanted to die from shame… 

'Argh… He'll probably want to talk to me when he wakes up again, and this time I won't be able to avoid it…' 

She stayed hidden for a bit longer, debating whether she was more hungry or more afraid of meeting Kyro. The latter was an incredibly scary proposition, but she was starving. 

Without making a sound, she crawled off the sofa and went toward the kitchen. On her way, she noticed that the bedroom's door was open, and light was coming in there from the open curtains. She sneaked closer to get a better look, and her face brightened up with a wide smile. 

'He's not home!' 

This was the best news there could be. Even if it was delaying the inevitable, she did not mind. Anything that allowed her to stay around here for a bit longer was a welcome turn of events. 

Freely then, she went into the kitchen to raid the refrigerator, but there was nothing there besides a pack of blueberries, five eggs, and an old tomato. 'This… I know my refrigerator was lean when I lived alone, but this… There's nothing to eat here!' 

She wanted to give Kyro a good talking regarding the state of food in his apartment, but he wasn't around. Thus, she was forced to just scramble the eggs with salt and pepper and keep quiet. At least there were blueberries for a desert. 

When finishing the last berry, she couldn't help but lament to Lucifer, who had come over to check on her, "I've turned into a human, so why is my diet still the same as when I was a fox?"

Iris didn’t think much of her life until one day she found herself in the body of a baby fox. Before she could wrap her head around it, she was bullied by a kid and saved by a handsome stranger. It was almost like a fairy tale ending, just why is she still a fox?! Is there like a certain duration or will she need to stay like this forever? No way!

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There's a flash of light, and from the light comes a basketball sized, crystalline orb. After the orb appears it begins to fall... and  fall... and fall... and then it hits the ocea-

*BBBOOSSSSSHHHHH*

(Bruce) 'w-WHAT THE HELL!!!'

Bruce snaps awake from his unconscious state as he hits the ocean waters, the best way to describe what Bruce is feeling now would be like if someone decided to take you to the pool, and so you decide to relax a bit and you fall asleep, but then that someone carries you to the highest diving board, and then proceeds to fling you into the water. Imagine that, except instead of a diving board its an airplane, and the pool is the ocean, and that your body is strong enough to endure the impact...

(Bruce) 'SERIOUSLY, WHAT HAPPENED!'

After venting his rage for a few minutes Bruce finally managed to collect himself. Though, he still is mad about being dropped smack dab in the middle of the ocean. Eventually, he realizes that he doesn't have any limbs. He also can't turn his head for some reason, and in order to look around he has to will it with his mind

(Bruce) 'Well this is definitely going to take some time to get used to... Anyways, what in the world am I anyway

Bruce tried to see his reflection in the ocean water, but sadly his vision is angled so he can't see it...

(Bruce) 'Just great, my vision is half under the water, half over the surface, ARGH, this is so stupid... Also, apparently I'm buoyant, it also seems that I don't need oxygen either based on the fact that I haven't drowned by now...?'

Just realizing he's been bobbing up and down on the water like a piece of driftwood. All of this is just making him more and more curious about what in the world he is... He can't drown, walk, talk, sink, and it seems that the only thing he can do is think...

(Bruce) 'Am I able to do anything... *sigh*... Well, I can try this maybe... For the record this doesn't make me a chuunibyou... IT DOESN'T!!!'

(Bruce) '*cough cough*... SYSTEM...'

(Bruce) '...'

(Bruce) 'Nothing huh...'

(Bruce) 'How about... Status?'

As soon as the word comes out of Bruce's mouth a status page appears in his mind

Name: Bruce
Race: Dungeon Core (Rank F)
Status Effects: Divine Protection (7 days)
Durability: 100/100
MP: 5,000/5,000
SP: 0/0
DP: 100/infinite
ATK: 0
DEF: 20
AGI: 0
Skills: Intelligence (?), Dungeon Control (S), Dungeon Editor (S) Dungeon Clairvoyance (S),
Dungeon Appraisal (S), Magic Resistance (B-), Personal System (?), MP Regeneration (B-)

(Bruce) '...'

(Bruce) 'What is all of this!!!'

(System) 'Its your stat page'

(Bruce) 'oh, ok- WAIT A SECOND'

Bruce almost didn't question the strange, almost robotic sounding voice that answered him

(Bruce) 'Who are you!'

(System) 'I'm a personal system created by god, I will answer any questions you may have about your status page'

(Bruce) 'Oh... well at least I can get all my questions answered now *sigh*, this is just becoming more and more like an isekai... No, I take it back, this IS isekai at this point'

(Bruce) 'hmm... Anyways what to ask, what to ask...'

Bruce ended up deciding to ask the system about everything on his stat page from top to bottom, and here's the information he got from it

(System)

Name = A name... 'Dungeon cores don't usually have one'

Race = The type of creature you are 'Your race is dungeon core, you are the heart of your dungeon, you gain more stats and skills through the use of DP, you can also expand your dungeon through the use of DP. You also do not gain experience, nor do you level up, as a dungeon core the only way to improve yourself is through expanding your dungeon'

Rank = A way classifying creatures, skills, equipment, and organizations/groups based on their status 'As a dungeon core your rank is determined by the size and difficulty of your dungeon, and not your individual stats. Rank Scale = F, E, D, C, B, A, U, UU, UUU, S, SS, SSS, X'

Status Effects = Only appears in your status if you are under the influence of some sort of status effect, some status effects can mask themselves so they don't appear 'As a dungeon core, you are immune to every type of negative status effect, you are also unable to be sealed away'

Divine Protection = A Divine Tier status effect, Divine Tier spells and magic are only able to be used by the gods, Divine Protection is a status effect that protects whoever it is casted on, from whatever the caster chooses 'God cast this spell on you when you where reincarnated, the effect will end after 7 days, the effect will make you immune to all forms of damage, as well as subconsciously redirect any living being within a 2 mile radius away from your location'

Durability = When somethings durability reaches 0, it is destroyed 'As a dungeon core, you have durability instead of HP. Dungeon cores don't have all that much durability, so watch out, core races like humans, elves, and dwarves will jump at the chance to destroy you, because if someone destroys a dungeon core, their level cap will be boosted according to the rank of dungeon core destroyed'

MP = The magical energy used to cast spells 'As a dungeon core, you have a large amount of MP. Your MP can be used to summon creatures inside of the dungeon'

SP = Stamina 'Since your a dungeon core, you have no need for stamina"

DP = Dungeon Points, exclusive to dungeon cores, used to create and edit dungeons 'You can use dungeon points in order to control the features of your dungeon, edit your dungeon, set up spawn points, edit the monsters in it. You gain DP over time. You gain a small amount of DP over time for all things living in your dungeon. You gain DP from things that die in the dungeon. You can turn items, materials, and currency into DP. You can also turn DP into items, materials, and currency

ATK = Attack 'As a dungeon core, you have no need for ATK'

DEF = Defense, reduces damage taken from attacks

AGI = Agility 'As a dungeon core, you have no need for AGI'

Skills = Skills are powerful ability's capable of many things, whether its healing, slashing, or burning your enemy's into ash 'Most of your dungeon related skills run on DP'

Intelligence = A skill that appears within sentient beings, it does nothing. However, it can be used to indicate whether monster is intelligent or not

Dungeon Control = Allows for a dungeon core to control every aspect of their dungeon, that includes the monsters spawned by it

Dungeon Editor = Allows for a dungeon core to edit every aspect of their dungeon using DP, the amount of DP used depends on what a core wants to edit

Dungeon Clairvoyance = Allows for a dungeon core to view anywhere in the dungeon, it even allows for the dungeon core to see through the eyes of the dungeons monsters

Dungeon Appraisal = Allows for the basic appraisal of anything that enters a dungeon cores dungeon, as well as the perfect appraisal of anything that's part of the dungeon

Magic Resistance = Reduces the damage taken from magic

Personal System = 'Hi'

MP Regeneration = Regenerates MP over time

(System) 'Do you have any other questions?'

(Bruce) 'I think I'm good for now... I still have a lot to think about...'

(Bruce) '...'

(Bruce) 'You know, I think I'll just take it easy for the rest of the day. Starting tomorrow however, I'll see if I can learn how to use my ability's, the faster I make my dungeon the better... And I have just the right idea for how my dungeon should work, hehe.....'

(Bruce) 'I miss my bed...'

Bruce is a 16 year old sophomore in highschool who likes anime, manga, light novels, etc... He died in his sleep for an unknown reason after staying up to late reading. Afterwards however, he met god, who decided to reincarnate Bruce into another world. The world he reincarnated into wasn’t like his previous one. As the planet itself was a lot larger, magic exists, and massive monsters of incredible power seem to be around every corner, with Bruce being reincarnated as a dungeon core. A rare existence that creates magical dungeons filled with hordes of powerful monsters. The one question that Bruce has is... (Bruce) “Why was I reincarnated in the middle of the ocean!!!” [Hi, this is my first novel, and I’m only writing it for fun. The chapters will be written and posted whenever I want, so don’t expect a constant flow of chapters. Also, I didn’t think my novel would actually get a lot of views when I first wrote it. So I only had a filler synopsis written here, but I changed that due to the large amounts of reads. So, I hope you like my novel. I try my best to read the comments, and I’d also appreciate it if you’d leave a honest review of the novel. Also, if your curious about the novel or want to recommend any of your ideas to me. I’d recommend you join my discord server. The link to it is in the later chapters, so you’ll have to read a bit of my story before you can join the server. So go right ahead and start reading if the synopsis peaked your interest]

Derek's taken back by her suggestion. He glances at himself, then at Page before looking back to Ada.

"...No," He replies sternly, "That, can't be what he planned to do," Glancing back at Page, he notices the radio on her belt. He walks over and cautiously takes the radio off her belt as if it might wake her, "Jacob, you there?" He asks into the radio, "Jacob!" Some time passes by, and no response.

Derek stands there, staring at the radio, hoping for a response.

"Derek come on," Ada says as she places a hand on his shoulder, "We don't have-"

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Fifteen minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

"Time…Jacob, you better know what you're doing…" Ada mutters as she looks up at the ceiling where the automated voice came from, "Maybe there's a map of the place in here," She states as she walks over to the computer, a timer in the upper right corner displaying a timer till the meltdown, "We need to find a lab…" She mutters as she starts typing away.

"Derek, you there?!" Jacob's voice suddenly exclaims from the radio.

"Jacob, everything alright?" Derek asks.

"Everything's fine-!" His voice quickly cuts off, a loud metallic bang echoing somewhere near him. Ada glances over at Derek as she plugs her phone into the computer, "What's wrong?"

"...Were you planning on injecting Page with the virus that's in me?" Derek asks as more noises can be heard in the background.

"I doubt that's how Luther brought you back, he must have made something new. Check all the files, there must be something about reviving dead people somewhere in the place,"

There's a lot more clanging.

"Get back here!" A deep, disgruntled, unknown voice shouts.

"Who's that? What's going on Jacob?" Ada asks as she walks up to Derek.

"Nothing, everything's fine! Just focus on finding that revive!"

"Jacob? Jacob?!" Derek asks, but there's no response.

"I was barely able to get access to the map of this place," Ada says as she unplugs her phone from the computer, "If we have any chance of getting any important files we need to get to Luther's personal computer," She grabs her phone, opening a map of the lab, "But I don't see a head office of any sorts,"

"Let me see," Derek says, holding a hand out. Ada hands him the phone and he looks through it. There's an upper floor, which they're on, and a lower floor. Leaving the hall would put them in the upper east wing, with the door to their left being a break room that has stairs leading down below. The first room of the lab they had entered was Sub Lab 2, which connects to a garden room and the Upper Main Lab. There's a room for offices on the lower floor, but there's no main office.

Luther had his own office back at the lab I was in...but he did most of his stuff on the computers in the labs themselves…

"The main lab," Derek says, turning the screen toward Ada and pointing at it, "Luther must have used a computer in there to keep his data,"

"The main labs split into two floors," Ada grabs a knife from her belt and hands it to Derek, "I'll check downstairs, you check up here,"

Derek nods in response before Ada grabs her phone and heads out of the room into the upper east wing. Derek soons follows, seeing Ada disappear into the door to the left. As the door clicks he stands there for a second, staring at the door leading out to sub lab 2. He tightens his grip on the knife and heads for the door. Entering sub lab 2 the zombie Ada had shot and kicked to the floor was back up, and only a few feet from Derek, quickly taking notice of him. He swings the knife upward at the zombie, salshing it across the face.

Before the zombie can recover from the blow Derek plunges the knife into the side of its head. The zombie starts to fall to the floor, Derek having to let go of the knife before it breaks from the pressure. Two other zombies in the room take notice of him and start making their way to him as he pulls the knife out of the corpse's head. The lights suddenly turn off, with red ones turning on, giving the lab an unnerving redish-black tone.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Ten minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

Fuck, I don't have time for this!

Derek runs towards the door to the main lab, a zombie blocking his path. He jumps up onto a nearby table, knocking over several glass vials. He jumps off the other end of the table and runs for the door. He enters a massive room full of tables, giant testing tubes filled with glowing liquids, and some computers on some tables at the ends of the room. The red lights almost make the liquid in the tubes look like blood. The room is easily twice the size of the sub lab. One of those large creatures that had chased Derek back in the lab he had woken up in floats inside one of the test tubes near the middle of the room.

He hurries over to the closest computer which is only a few feet away to his left. The computer is already unlocked, a timer in the upper right corner and a red warning symbol in the bottom right by the date. Several folders cover the desktop, a lot with different names in other languages that must be the names of various B.O.W's and viruses. He stops scanning the names when he sees one called "Derek". He quickly opens it up, a little over eight minutes left on the timer.

Opening the folder, even more folders are inside. Derek lets out a grunt of annoyance as he quickly reads the names of the folders. They're all dates. Some date to shortly after the incident in China. He starts with the most recent date, which dates back a couple months ago. An email labeled, "Success" catches his eyes. Opening it, he sees it's addressed to some guy named Norton. It reads:

"Success! After all this time, Phoenix is complete, and I was able to bring back Derek C. Simmons from the dead! I'm sure you're excited about this too, I'm already working on another vial of it and will send it to the lab in Mazraea along with the instructions on how to make it as promised,"

Derek clicks on the attachment in the email and a pdf opens up giving detailed instructions on how to make Phoenix. He sees a printer sitting right by the computer, so he clicks print and the pages soon start coming out of the printer.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Five minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

Derek quickly grabs the pages, opening up a map of the lab and locating the chemical mixing lab, which is connected to the upper main lab in the far back left of the room.

I need more time! Jacob, I'm counting on you…

He runs through the main lab, hurrying to the chemical mixing lab.

…

"I'll check downstairs, you check up here," Ada says before leaving the hall and entering the east wing. Heading for the door to the left she enters a medium sized room a little smaller than the one she was in. The room has a tile floor, most of it being covered by a large carpet rug. Wooden counters line the right side of the room, a staircase leading downstairs sits at the other end of the room on the left side. A long blood trail leads from the door over the carpet to the stairs. She double checks her magazine.

Whatever made this trail better die in six bullets.

With time being a luxury she knows she doesn't have, Ada heads for the stairs. As she reaches the bottom half of the stairs she sees something feeding on a corpse that's the source of the blood trail. In the right side of the room down below is what looks like a human with a larger upper body hunching over its meal. Its left arm appears to be slightly more muscular than the average person's arm, but it's right arm has swollen up to something much larger. She can just barely see part of a giant eye on the shoulder.

You've got to be kidding me, did that lunatic really make another G?!

Before Ada can attempt to make her way down  the lights suddenly go out, with red ones turning on and dimly lighting up the place.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Ten minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

Gosh dammit! I don't have time to have this thing chasing me, there's no way six bullets are enough for it! … Maybe, that thing Luther gave me will come in handy after all…

She reaches in her back pocket, pulling out a pair of ordinary looking shades. Putting them on and pressing a small button on the side she looks around, the glasses scanning the room for electronics. They lock on too many of the things on the counters, but she finds something on the door leading to the lower east wing. She clicks on another button, locking onto it. She grabs her phone, showing her an image of the thing she's locked onto.

Metal shutters, perfect.

She starts tapping on various things, getting it ready to close. Holding her phone tightly, she runs down the stairs, the mutated man taking notice of her. It lets out an inhuman roar before it starts to dash toward her as she runs past. She bursts through the door, quickly closing it and jumping away as she taps on the engage button. A heavy metal door comes down in front of the door. As she takes the glasses off she can hear the thing banging on the other side of the metal wall.

Hopefully that'll hold it…

Turning around into the east wing she sees she's not alone, six other zombies in the room with her. She presses a button on the inside of the glasses between the lenses before chucking it into the middle of the room. She puts an arm over her eyes as the glass explode with a bright flash, tiny flaming sparks flying around. One lands on her arm and she quickly puts it out. The zombies walk around blindly, some starting to catch fire from the sparks. She runs through them and heads into the sub lab 4. It looks identical to the room Derek, Jacob, and her had first entered. Luckily this room seems to be empty. She hurries to the door to the far right of the room leading to the main lab, but her steps awaken the zombies on the ground. They start to stand up, a couple standing in her path. She slides over a nearby table into the walkway in the middle and continues to the door. She enters a massive room, easily twice the size of the one she was just in. Tons of test tubes make two rows going down almost the entire length of the room. In the middle of the room is a slightly raised platform with stairs leading up to it from all four sides. Several computers sit in the corners of the platform.

She hurries past the test tubes, most filled with various disgusting things like human bodies in various stages of rot or mutation. Some of them look like even more messed up versions of the thing in the break room. She reaches the platform and goes to the closest computer, which is already unlocked, another timer in the upper right corner, displaying a little less than eight minutes, and a red warning symbol in the lower right by the date. Several folders with names of B.O.W's and other things cover the desktop. She sees one named "Derek" and clicks on it. It opens to show more folders, all labeled with various dates. Some date to shortly after the incident in China. Ada opens the most recent on, finding an email labeled, "Success". Opening it, she sees it's addressed to Norton.

So, you were still working with him all this time...guess you getting fired was just a cover up.

After she finishes reading it she clicks on the attachment, opening up the instructions. She plugs her phone into the computer and starts copying the files into it.

"Warning, power plant in critical condition. Five minutes until meltdown. All personnel evacuate the facility immediately,"

The files in her phone, she quickly detaches it, pulling up the map on it and looking for a room where she could make it. The chemical mixing lab upstairs seems to be the best bet, however it's connected only to the upper main lab. An elevator sits at the far end on the left side of the room though, connecting the upper and lower main labs. She heads for the elevator. Reaching it she gets inside and presses the button to go up, the door closing before it starts up.

Jacob, you better do something and fast, you promised to help me get him back...

Terrasave agent Page is sent to a remote island to arrest her old work partner, who went rogue some time ago, and will end up fighting for her life as she struggles to survive a nightmarish outbreak that's unlike anything she's ever encountered.

A skill… card?"
After a.n.a.lyzing the card I have in my hands, I speak these words without realizing.
Skill card. I can somehow imagine what this word means. Now,  the results of the a.n.a.lysis. What is displayed is…
[Skill card ≪Cutting Legs (Slash Kick) ≫]….. Skill < cutting="" legs=""> can be learned.
(TL note: The original skill is ≪斬脚(ざんきゃく)≫)
So it tells.
"Seriously?"
The skill can be learned? For real? Is such a thing possible? No, I am able to somehow imagine it from the name of the Skill card.
So speaking of [Cutting legs], is that the ability that had cut open my belly earlier?
"Ohhhh."
A…amazing. .......
"I am speechlesss!!!"
By suddenly picking up a skill you can learn, I am troubled in deciding what reaction I should make!!! Is it fine if I dance in joy!!?
I think the clever monkey that died because of my armpit odor is pitiful, but the fallen cards are not only [Cutting Legs].
"O…o…other Cards?"
I pick up with my hand all the other fallen cards and a.n.a.lyze everything. The results that I got from all these skill cards are:
[Skill card ≪Cutting Legs≫]…. Skill < cutting="" legs=""> can be learned.
[Skill card ≪Moment≫]…. Skill < moment=""> can be learned.
[Skill card ≪Super Compounding≫] …. Skill < super="" compounding=""> can be learned.
[Skill card ≪Tool Production: Super First-cla.s.s≫]... Skill ≪Tool Production: Super First-cla.s.s≫ can be learned. [TL note: Was the monkey a legendary crafter?]
"Oh, oh…."
.....
"After all I'm rendered speechless...!"
Iyaa, isn't this an amazing thing!? Because it's a skill, you know! I got my hands on skills!!! But, it's so sudden that it's troubling.
"….. I wonder how to use this."
Even though it's written that I can learn, I have no idea how. What should I do?…. So while I was thinking that, all of the skill cards suddenly start shining with light.
"Wo~oow!?"
Skill cards emit a violent light, become a ball of light and enter my body.
"Eyyy!? Somehow, something entered!"
The skill cards disappear from my hand. The sudden occurrence surprised me, but the voice in my head that spoke when I learn a skill spoke.
[Skill ≪Cutting Legs≫ has been learned]
[Skill ≪Moment≫ has been learned]
[Skill ≪Super Compounding≫ has been learned]
[Skill ≪Tool Production: Super First-cla.s.s≫ has been learned]
".......Uwa~a..."
I sit down lightly.
I mean, suddenly I learn a lot of skills. It is so sudden that I doubt. Why can I be true to myself and be happy?
"…. For the time being, let's confirm it."
So I think about confirming the skills I just learned.
[Cutting Legs]: I can release a slash from my feet. Effective range of slashing is about 10m.
[Moment]: I can move with a speed that the enemy cannot react. The effect is instant, but it can be used in succession.
[Super Compounding]: Ability to compound. It gives the maximum effect to the compound.
[Tool Production: Super First-cla.s.s]: Ability to make tools. It gives the maximum effects to the tools.
"....It can't beee….."
Too much of a cheat!!! This is baaaad!
Can I who lived an ordinary life in earth do it?
"…I don't have confidence in doing it well."
I, Will I be okay?
Certainly, inside this dangerous forest, having a cheat skill is rea.s.suring, but I am scared that I will misunderstand this and think that it's my own power! It may seem weird, but self-destruction won't be a joke.
"…..I'll be careful."
There was no choice but to say so.
But [Super Compounding] and [Tool Production: Super First-cla.s.s] seem to be convenient in various ways in this place and don't pose such a danger.
Though it seems I got the best version of these skills.
I wonder if that means that the clever monkey I defeated was skilled in making tools and compounds.
Heck, after all the [First-cla.s.s Medicine] seems like it was made by the clever monkeys.
"So they really are smart…."

 
Why don't I make some gla.s.s? What's more, I will make it in a bottle form and make it more unreasonable.
"Well if I can take advantage of it, I will work hard and take advantage of it."
For the time, I make my new goal to master the skills.
"Well…. next is?"
The next thing I hold in my hand is a book. Well...rather than calling it a book, a booklet? "... What is this?"
I say without realizing.
In the cover of the booklet is not a character that I have seen written before, but for some reason, I was able to understand the words.
"... I see. Are these the words of this world?"
Soon, after I noticed the true ident.i.ty of the characters that are written on the cover of the booklet, I notice that I seem to be able to read the letters and try to write my name in the firm ground.
"Let's try writing it…"
And I write my name without difficulty. I did it. [TL note: he says this somehow like a child that succeeded in something like eating all of their lunch.]
Even though my English was no good, I am surprised that I can easily handle these characters I have never seen before.
This, I wonder if it is due to the language comprehension ability that G.o.d gave us before the transport.
"Are? Wait, then why doesn't [Language Comprehension] appear in the skills section?
Uhhm….. can it be that [Language Comprehension] isn't a skill, but an inborn talent that can't be seen?
Maa, it's not a problem even if I don't investigate profoundly. Even if it doesn't appear as the first skill, it isn't a problem as long as I can use it.
In the end, that's what I think. No matter what others say, that's what I think!!!... I, to whom am I saying this?
"Nhh…what is written on the cover?"
I read the cover of the booklet. What is written is "Knowledge of the Clever Monkey" Okay, Knowledge? Of that monkey? Or about that monkey?......
"Maa…. I will read it."
I open the booklet.
[The clever monkey is a highly intelligent species that live in high level dungeons. They have great dexterity with their hands. Furthermore they have a lot of knowledge about various herbs and they can compound or make tools. They can understand human speech, but cannot speak it. In tools-making technology and compound techniques, they surpa.s.s humanity. And in terms of using tools, they are better than humans.]
"Monkeys are amazing!!!"
I didn't think that they would surpa.s.s humans!? Normally the boundary between humans and animals is how well you can make and handle tools….. It's difficult for me to grasp the difference between animals and humans. I don't understand.
But, it can't be the ability to create a tool better than humanity, but to have the technique to use it!!….
"Iyaaa….Clever monkey, so dangerous."
I say and turn the page
Then the t.i.tle is written in big letters on one page and it reads [Lifetime of the Clever Monkey].
"Lifetime!!!?"
Suddenly it turns magnificent!?
"…..What is this? Is a doc.u.ment starting?"
So I say as I turn another page.
"――――"
I start reading it and then I am lost for words. But, it isn't in a bad meaning, on the contrary, in a good meaning.
"It can't be. All the experiences of the monkey have been packed into this one book!?"
I continue reading and what is written are the effects of each and every plant and herb, etc., and how to work with them.
Furthermore the plants are possible to collected in the whole area around here. All those places were drawn is the map.
Not only are the plants written about, there are valuable mineral locations marked.
"Seriously, bad…. Too bad!
In the last page was a map with a cross that carefully marks the place of the dead monkey.
"Because I didn't move from this place where I killed the monkey, it marks my current position?!!"
Because, in this forest that I am currently wandering around, a lot of places to be used as reference points are important.
After reading the booklet, like the skill card, it starts emitting a violent light. Then, again it turns into a ball of light and enters inside me.
"!"
The moment the ball of light is sucked inside me, knowledge that was in the booklet before starts flowing in my head.
"The information that suddenly flows in my head…. I can understand everything!!!
Although it's my own self, I am surprised to remember without difficulty at once all of the obtained knowledge.
This is like the time I learned the skills. In the end, all the knowledge I got is completely mine.
"Wawa…..wawawa…."
A smile forms without realizing. This … seriously what is it?
First, I kill a demon-like monkey, then I get skill cards I never seen before and all the knowledge and experience of the monkey was in my hands? ….Surely something is wrong. Until then I thought because in my head, a certain word appear.
"——–Absolute Disa.s.sembly…..!"
I know! In that description, it said, "Obtain all (・・) from the defeated demon." That's why I could make all the knowledge my own!
"Th…then, what are the remaining ball and treasure box…?"
I drop onto my knees where the rest of the defeated clever monkey was and transfer my line of sight to the mysterious sphere and the treasure chest while I muttered.
[ED note: another stupid cliff hanger.....the troll is real]
[TL note: and the same as the previous chapter for more pleasure….]
[ED note: Would the readers be interested in me posting updates on chapters through twitter or something like

The busy construction continued.
The number of pirate subordinates at the back that were in charge of carrying and processing logs had increased to more than 100. Logs were continuously being sent back to the camp, and then the wood was divided by the craftsmen or those skilled individuals. Part of it went directly into the ground to build a fence which was about five meters high with a simple watchtower. Pirates often set up camps on Overseas Islands, so many pirate subordinates could at least do this kind of work.
Soran was busy chopping wood and practicing his sword skills at the same time.
Vivian was bored, and after reading the book for a while, she took out a scroll and looked at it. Then she directly went out of the tent. Many pirates still knew how to respect this lovely little girl. First of all, people who did not respect her were thrown into the sea by Soran to feed the fishes. Secondly, this lovely little girl who looked harmless to people and animals was a terrifying Wizard. Her status was independent of the pirate community. Even the half-elf first mate would answer the little girl's questions earnestly when he met her.
"Oh."
Vivian tilted her head and looked at the busy slaves and pirate subordinates outside. To be honest, they weren't very efficient. Although there was alchemy equipment similar to excavators in this world, they were only things that high-end Spellcasters could afford. At present, the construction of the whole camp was done using manual labor. A drainage ditch along the tent was dug out using a hoe. In this case, it could only be imagined that the efficiency of the construction was not that high, and the human resources consumed were also quite considerable.
After looking for a while, the little girl took out a thick book which was as thick as Xinhua dictionary from thin air. Written on it was a row of words that was the title, but it was a little strange. One could roughly read and understand the meaning. On the cover wrote "Guide to Crafting *a Wizard Tower * and the Golem Guardian". This book wasn't well preserved from the start. Some of the handwriting on the cover faded. The front parts also had some stains, and it seemed like a book that has been kept for a long time.
A Wizard's knowledge was very valuable—especially the books required by Wizards. Generally, these books were not printed, but written by hand, word by word.
It was their whole life's worth of accumulated wealth!
Soran respected knowledgeable people very much. That was why, even though the little girl did not like reading very much, she still cherished the books very much.
She was a good child that listened to her older brother!
Vivian sat down at a random place. Then she closed her little knees and opened the thick and heavy book which was bigger than her little face. She flipped the book rather quickly. In a moment, she turned about a hundred pages, then stopped at one of the pages. She raised a fair little hand to point at one line of words and then turned the back page. There were many words and illustrations there. The little girl frowned for a while, then murmured, "The best material to make a wizard tower, was a stone made of mud through stone spells. These kinds of stones were quite hard. After simple enchantments, their hardness could even be above marbles."
She continued reading on the second page and murmured: "If you incorporate it with the **** skills left behind by the Arcane Empire, turning mud into stone can make the stone made by magic reach the hardness level of steel. ********This skill requires some special materials. ********* Part of this process is recorded in ******* "
It was unknown whether it was deliberately erased or inadvertently damaged due to time.
The information regarding how to use spells to turn mud into stone had all become stains that were indecipherable. When Vivian read this, she frowned and said: "Which bastard did this!"
She raised her little hand and kept flipping towards the back. However, she had already reached the inner layout of a Wizard Tower, and it did not mention the overall structural materials of the tower. The little girl was so angry that she threw the thick book directly back into the multi-dimensional belt. Then she held her chin with her little hand and went: "Too bad, my spell slots are not enough. Otherwise, I could have helped big brother build a camp by turning mud into stone."
"Oh."
"It seems to be recorded in the book that sister Gloria showed me before. This spell transforms the earth according to the casting level and spellcasting score. It looks like 2 cubic feet per point. I wonder how much can I transform?"
"Umm. I'll try it when I have time."
The little girl tilted her head and muttered for a while. She then felt a little sleepy and walked towards her tent.
Recently, she had been quite sleepy, but what made her happy was that she was taller.
"Turn Mud into Stone [Level 5 Spell]: the Spellcaster can transform the mud into stone. This transformation process is permanent. Each spellcasting score can transform 2 cubic feet of mud. Many of the building materials, including the structure of the Wizard Tower, are made out of turning mud into stone. This kind of spell effect will change it forever after it is used, and it is impossible to use dispelling magic to revert the effects. "
"Hu!"
Soran took a breath and kept his Curved Sword. He had chopped down a large area of trees nearby. Maybe it was because everything had to start from scratch. He felt like he had returned to an era of slash and burn, logging and farming. The fastest way was to rely on the power of a Wizard, but he had no casters in his hands now. He could only use the simplest way to develop the camp. There was the Wizard's level five "Turn Mud into Stone" spell, which could directly turn mud into rock.
It was precisely at that time when there was a guild with a huge foundation of Spellcasters, who directly built a wall in a day using magic.
However, spell slots were a huge limitation.
If the Goddess of Magic died, spell slots would be changed into mana. At that time, although the casting ability of the Wizard was weakened, they had more freedom casting. If all the mana was spent on the level five spell "Turn Mud into Stone", it would only require a small number of Wizards to achieve amazing results. In that year's development tactics, especially the development of the Outer Planes and the Abyss Hell, a Wizard's ability to construct could not be ignored.
Soran kept his swords and took a look at the back. The pirates were still busy transporting the logs.
He took a deep breath, and then looked at his data display. He found that there was an extra row of data on it:
"Training successful!"
"You have acquired information on [Sword Form: Horizontal Slash]!...."
"Training successful!"
"You have acquired information on [Sword Form: Horizontal Slash]!...."
"Training successful!"
"You have mastered [Sword Form: Horizontal Slash] Combat Ability!...."
Sword Form [Horizontal Slash]!
It was a relatively basic sword form fighting skill which was a prerequisite to Sword Form [Waist Chop].
This was the easiest sword form skill to master during logging. The fighting effect was similar to Sword Form [Heavy Hack]. The power has been strengthened to the current standard of Soran, especially after his attributes have been improved. These basic sword form abilities were integrated into his ordinary attacks because this type of skill would not cause too much of a burden on him, and he had enough attributes as the foundation. He could skip the previous requirements of charging and incorporate it into ordinary attacks, as long as it was not used continuously.
There were many types of Sword Forms.
It is usable by most weapons to attack. If a melee profession did not train for combat abilities, they had to train and master enough combat skills.
There are more than one hundred sword forms. A Sword Saint's legendary advancement was to understand the essence of these basic sword forms!
Soran had no mandatory requirements for sword forms, but mastering more of them would have been an addition to the combat power. In the future, many powerful combat skills needed to be matched with basic sword forms. For example, mastering Sword Form [Horizontal Slash], in the future, the effect of understanding and using Sword Form [Behead] would be very strong, and many sword form skills were related to each other.
The sand was blowing all over the place.
A slightly bent figure was advancing on the edge of the desert. His face did not seem very old, but it was full of vicissitudes and fatigue. His hair looked as though it had not been washed for a long time. There was stubble on his chin and lots of dust in his hair. He was dressed in mottled armor. The position of the shoulder armor was cut by a sword. He wore a bandage on his arm, and a trace of blood was seeping out of it. The original silver bright armor seemed a little dim at the moment. It was unknown how long it had not been well maintained. It looked very broken. He was wearing a long sword around his waist. From time to time, he looked up, into the distance. His palm seemed to position itself on the hilt all the time as if he was ready to fight using the sword at any time.
This was a young Paladin.
In other words, he used to be a Paladin, but now he was just a wandering Fighter.
He seemed to have been walking for very long.
Even the sturdy boots on his feet were worn out, yet he did not stop. It was as if there was something very important waiting for him in front.
The strong wind blew, and soon, his whole body was covered in sand.
The young Fighter shook his clothes to rid the dust onto the ground and went forward silently. His lips were a little dry, and there were bloodstains on the corners of his mouth. However, he did not drink water, because there was not much water on his body. He continued walking like this and kept going forward the entire time. When it was dark, he stopped to camp, ate some hard rations, and did not use a tent. He slept with his clothes in the corner. He constantly held his sword with both hands and even hugged it to sleep.
He walked however long unknowingly.
It was not until a middle-aged man with an old face appeared in front of him that he stopped his steps. He knelt in front of the other party, pierced his sword into the ground, and pressed his palm on his chest. This was the etiquette of the Paladins. The other party seemed to have expected him to come for a long time, but said in a hoarse voice: "After walking so much, what have you understood?"
The young Paladin lifted his head to look up.
There seemed to be a trace of sadness in his eyes, but more of it was perseverance. He slowly said: "There is something called justice. Justice requires power!"


He doesn’t know why his mind has been transferred into that of a petty thief named Soran within the VRMMO . The new ‘Soran’ though possesses both the body’s previous occupant’s memories and his own. Using his experience as a Legendary Rogue who had reached the apex known as the Realm of Legends, he will now have to survive in this world which had once been a game to him.

Soran will have to grow stronger while avoiding the upcoming dangers and protect his younger sister, Vivian, from the chaotic times which will soon devastate the world. He shall eliminate everything and everyone that threatens them, but perhaps Vivian might not need his protection?

When the demons of the Abyss rise and the gods fall, a massacre will take place across the world.

Divinity has fallen, and evil is surging from beneath.

The Time of Troubles has begun.

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