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The Elven King From Another World

I'm out with my friends when I black out. The next thing I see is a message saying a system is starting. _________________________________________________________ Updates when I can. I'm not going to ask for donations or anything, but I would love feedback as this is my first novel.

Universal_dude · Fantasia
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16 Chs

Chapter 1: The System

*SYSTEM STARTING. PLEASE CHOOSE DESIRED CLASS, STATS, SOUL WEAPON, AND BODY TYPE*

"What the hell is this?"

*DING*

*THIS IS THE SYSTEM TO HELP YOU BECOME PROPERLY INTEGRATED INTO THE NEW WORLD TERRASIA*

"Woah, I can talk to the system?"

All of a sudden a beautiful woman appeared. "Of course you can talk to me. I'm not like the systems you read in novels."

"Ok, then can I choose my things then?" As soon as I stopped talking something that looked like what I had expected the system to look like appeared in front of me.

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Name: Myles

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Race: To be determined

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"What the fuck does it mean "To be determined?"

"It means that your race will be decided after checking your personality, weapon choice, class, and stats." The System replied.

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Class: Choose one below

(Swordsman) (Spearman) (Berserker) (Archer) (Mage) (Tank) (Assassin) (Thief)

All the options looked like the options normally chosen in situations like this, except for one. (Rifleman) I don't know why, but I felt like this class was made for me. It could have been the fact that my dad was an accomplished sniper, it could have been the fact that he trained me how to use long-ranged guns since the time I could hold a gun without falling over. However, I felt like it was the fact that it felt like I was destined to have this class.

*CLASS (RIFLEMAN) HAS BEEN CHOSEN*

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STATS :

STRENGTH: 10

AGILITY: 10

MAGIC: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 10

CHARISMA: 10

*Choose 3 stats to upgrade by 10 points*

"Hm. If I can only choose 3 then wouldn't most people choose STRENGTH, AGILITY, and MAGIC?"

"That's correct." The system fairy replied after a while.

"Well, I'm not most people." While putting on the biggest grin said, " I choose stats AGILITY, INTELLIGENCE, AND CHARISMA!"

*Due to choosing a combination never made before SYSTEM is adding 10 points to MAGIC*

"Holy shit! I get magic upgraded too?! HELL YEAH!"

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STATS :

STRENGTH: 10

AGILITY: 20

MAGIC: 20

INTELLIGENCE: 20

CHARISMA: 20

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SOUL WEAPON: Choose one below

(.44 DESERT EAGLE) (SMITH & WESSON MODEL 29) (RUGER PRECISION RIFLE) (Tikka T3x Tac A1 Rifle)

When I saw the gun choices I was kinda expecting an automatic weapon like an AK-47, but I went with the RUGER.

*Due to weapon choice host may choose secondary weapon*

Secondary weapon :

*ERROR*

*ONLY ONE CHOICE*

"What the hell? What's the choice?"

(Browning Black Label 1911-380)

Oh no. I had bad memories regarding this gun.

*Additional attributes added*

*NO RECOIL*

*INFINITE BULLETS*

"Ha, I don't have to worry about recoil or ammo? Is this like a compensation for the trauma?"

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Body Type :

(Head-on attacker) (Sniper) (Assassin) (Guerrilla)

"Let's go (Guerrilla)."

*UPDATING*

"Now the wait." All of a sudden it started to get light and I felt my consciousness fading when I saw the System finished updating

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Name: Myles

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Race: Royal Elf

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Class : (Rifleman)

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STATS :

STRENGTH: 10

AGILITY: 20

MAGIC: 20

INTELLIGENCE: 20

CHARISMA: 20

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Soul Weapon : (RUGER PRECISION RIFLE)

Secondary : (Browning Black Label 1911-380)

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Body Type : (Guerrilla)

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Before I finally lost consciousness, I saw my race, and then black.