I Got Transmigrated In Grand Theft Auto V As Michael De Santa

In an apartment room, a young man that looked to be in his late 20s was sitting by his computer playing GTA Online.

The room was dark, with neon lights and his computer screen being its only illumination. By the looks of his setup, he spent more than necessary for it to look good. With three monitor screens, RGB, and a liquid cooling PC, for someone who works in sales, he's doing good.

The young man sighed. 'I'm f*cking tired of this... I just got off work and I'm back in this stupid game where I have to grind so much to the point it's like having a second job.'

In-game, he was currently doing one of his Motorcycle Club sell missions, where he has to deliver Coke with a Post Office Van. For those who don't play GTA Online, this sell mission was among the most annoying missions there is in the game. Not because it was difficult, but because you have to do it in one of the slowest vehicles in GTA, and have to deliver all the packages to locations so f*cking far from each other. And unlike the one where he needs to use a Garbage Truck, this mission requires the player to get out of the f*cking van and physically put the package in the drop-off. Not only that, but he also needed to travel from Los Santos to Blaine County every time he finished one van, Which takes at most 5-10 mins.

"Just one more van.." the young man sighed in exhaustion. He just stole a vehicle and was on the way to the next van. Suddenly he noticed someone with an Oppressor MK II, a flying bike with missiles, nearing his location.

'No.. no, no, NO! Don't you f*cking dare!' The young man stopped by the van and took out his Carbine Rifle and tried to shoot off the incel with an Oppressor. He got a couple of headshots in but the f*cker didn't even lose health.

"AND OF COURSE, HE HAS GOD MODE ON!" The young man cursed as the oppressor got near and bombed him together with the van, ending his sell mission.

[GET REKT LOSER] the fatherless prick typed in the chat.

[F*CK OFF YOU GOD MODE DICK SUCKING INCEL. I BET YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE WAS AN APOLOGY LETTER FROM THE CONDOM FACTORY] The young man replied back. This seems to have angered the dickless f*cktard. As soon as the young man respawned, he bombarded the former with missiles, killing him again.

[SHUT YOUR GAY ASS UP] replied the player in the oppressor.

[MOTHERF*CKER I'M STRAIGHTER THAN THE POLE YOUR MOTHER DANCES ON] This ensued a two-hour-long deathmatch. It only stopped when the young man was forcefully kicked out of the lobby.

He sighed in frustration as he palmed his face, and within a moment of idiocy mixed with anger, he punched his monitor in frustration. Surprisingly, his fist went straight all the way through.

"F*CK!" the young man cursed as he took out his hand from the monitor.

'F*ck this I'm going to bed' he then got up, unplugged his computer, and went straight to bed.

His vision darkened as sleep immediately took over him. Suddenly the beeping of an alarm woke him up, and then he sat up. With his vision blurry, he rubbed his eyes.

'Ugh... Why does my body feel so heavy' he groaned, still groggy. When his vision cleared, his sleepiness immediately vanished when he saw where he was.

'Where the F*CK AM I?!' He cursed as he looked around. He was currently in a fancy-looking room decorated with red curtains, a soft comfortable bed, and an open door to a balcony to his right. A farcry to his one-bedroom apartment.

'I'm pretty sure I didn't smoke anything last night..so how'd I get here' He tried to remember the events of last night, only to be frustrated as the f*cktard with an oppressor came to his mind. Honestly, it was his fault for playing in a public lobby. If only he wasn't enticed by the 2.5% sale increase in playing public.

Noticing a family photo by the drawer, he got up and then walked towards it. He immediately recognised the people in the photo.

"No f*cking way—" He stopped mid-sentence, when a voice different from his own came out, one he could recognize with how many times he's played the game.

He immediately rushed towards the dressing room and looked in the mirror. What greeted him was the face of a Caucasian male with short straight black hair, blue eyes, and an angular face, on the chubbier side with a paunch. He looked and sounded like Michael De Santa. One of the main protagonists of GTA V.

"Holy Shit, I'm Michael," He said in bewilderment. His mouth was slightly agape. He didn't even get enough to process his situation when suddenly a holographic pop-up appeared in front of him.

[Congratulations, Traveller EX161, for your safe transport! Congratulatory gifts have been put in your inventory. Good Luck!]

'What in the... A system as well?!' Michael couldn't help but grin. He then left the dressing room and sat by the bed.

'Status'' As soon as he thought of the word, a holographic panel appeared in front of him. Michael felt giddy inside the moment it appeared.

[STATS]

Name: Michael De Santa

Money: $7860

Stamina: 9

Shooting: 15

Strength: 11

Stealth: 9

Flying: 2

Driving: 12

'The stats are the same as the ones in-game. Well.. except for the Lung Capacity and the Special Ability being missing,' Michael observed his stats when he noticed other tabs as well.

[STATS] [INVENTORY] [SKILLS] [SHOP (LOCKED]

He opened the shop first.

[To unlock the shop function, you need to pay $100,000,000]

'Holy shit, that's expensive as f*ck!' A bit bummed out, but he moved on pretty quickly. He then opened his skills. When he found it empty, he moved to his inventory which contained [Lottery Tickets (EX)(3)].

'Lottery tickets?' Curious, he immediately selected it. Suddenly, a holographic lottery wheel appeared in front of him. The wheel has an assortment of colors, from bronze, silver, and gold, one with changing colors, and a glittering white. Their contents were blacked-out so it was impossible to guess what they contained.

Michael's eyes beamed as he saw the wheel appear in front of him.

[Spin] A button then appeared in front of him, and without hesitation, he pressed it. The wheel spun fast as he did so.

'Please be good, please be good' Michael prayed as the wheel spun.

After a couple more seconds of spinning, it then began to slow down, almost stopping to a bronze. Michael was about to curse his luck but then the wheel came to a complete stop in a glittering white.

"YES!!" Michael stood up in excitement.

[Congratulations! You've received RNGesus' Blessing!]

[RNGesus' Blessing (EX)

Type: Passive

With this blessing, you now become the embodiment of Luck. You can now bend probability to your will. However, it will not be activated if used for the benefit of others. Only you.]

'Holy sh*t! That's too OP! I don't even care if I get sh*t rolls after this. Even the downside is pretty much useless' Michael was ecstatic the moment he read the skill's description.

With the high of his roll still lingering, he immediately used his second lottery ticket and spun the wheel.

[RNGesus' Blessing has been activated!]

'Wha—'

[Congratulations! You've acquired the Watch Dog's Profiler]

[Watch Dog's Profiler (SSR)

Type: Active

An Upgraded Version of the original Profiler. With this, you can now hack and gain access to anything that even has the slightest bit of electricity and/or technology...

Note: Requires you to have a device to activate the skill.]

Michael's body shook as he had to physically stop himself from shouting in joy. 'I'm basically set for life with this!' He then spun his last ticket.

[RNGesus' Blessing has been activated!]

[Congratulations! You've received the Gamer Skill!]

[Gamer (S)

Type: Passive

Your mind and body now have the same characteristics as video game characters. Allowing you to have an adaptable body, and a calm mind during traumatic and stressful situations.]

"Ha..haha..ha.." Michael was speechless. With these three skills combined, he can just live an easy life and have no reason to suffer through the events of the Story Mode. He dropped his body to the bed, contemplating his situation.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" He couldn't help but utter. He immediately slapped his face, to which he felt a stinging pain.

"Guess not" He then sat up from the bed. Looking around the room.

'Now what…'

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I'm gonna put it here just in case you haven't read it in the description. I am only an amateur writer. So do not expect an intricately written plotline and a perfect portrayal of the characters. English is not my first language, so expect basic English and typos.

Anyways, I hope you had fun reading the first chapter! What're your thoughts on it so far?