Levels. The system. What is it all? Sure you might say the system has always been there, but why? What is its' purpose? Why does it exist? This is what I hope to find with my study.
Pg.50 of study.
Help. They're coming for me, and I don't have much time left, i hear them banging my door, i have to say it now or never! The system comes from another 'galaxy and exists for an entertainment venue for alien lif
Blood, most likely that of the author is splashed all over the page.
-An expose and investigation of the 'system'. By řêđæㅇþəď
《Data file has been corrupted by unknown entity. Please contact your nearest system administrator for liquidation. We thank you for your cooperation》
Pov: Alpha.
After looking through all the tank options, I decided USA. After all, the pre war english tanks were both slow and vulnerable.
Country: United States of America chosen. Please chose your evolution: M1 'combat car' or M2 medium tank.
What the fuck is the monstrosity known as the M1 combat car? That couldn't combat a fucking old lady with a heart disease! I inwardly sighed, wondering who had thought to tarnish the word tank with such a monstrosity.
M2 medium tank it is. But lemme look at those first... OK. I hope I get customization points. I mentally selected it. I wasn't no scardy- tank.
(If you're interested in learning the history, search either up, and go to tanks encyclopedia. It's a useful tool for researching, or if you just have a passion for history. For example, the m2 evolved into the Sherman and the m1 CC evolved into the stuart, not literally of course.)
Evolution selected. Evolution customization tokens earnt: 5. Reasons: Gain the approval of the god of achievments. (1) Beat a group over a hundred strong with no evolutions. (2) Solo cleared a dungeon (1) third party some mommy truckers. This Flippin filter is going to be the end of me... (1)
Evolution points? Fuck yeah! Does that mean... moar machine guns? All the machine guns. That shoot, uhhh nukes. Bigger gun? Size does matter in this prospect! Thiccer armour? Nobody can penetrate my thiccness now! That came out a bit wrong... stop thinking that! I'm an innocent tank okay? Don't ruin my first Evolution hood okay?
Purchasable add ons for your evolution:
I need more boolets: doubles ammo cap, costs one Evolution point.
Lead is the sea in which you shall drown: add one machine gun for each point you spend, location is your choice.
Bigger... cannon: it us what is says dumbass. Upgrades barrel by one centimeter per point, up to 7.5 centimeters. 8.8 is only allowed for Germany.
Thic armour: adds 2.54 cm (one 'inch') to armour on all sides of the tank per point. Weight from said armour is nonexistent, so engines and horsepower will not be a problem.
Gawd dayum. I was tempted to add five machine guns on (obviously) but realised I now had a swivel mounted turret, (one step at a time, next stop, stürmtiger or maus) so many problems would go away. So i thought smartly, believe it or not. I decided to allocate one point to each, but put an extra in for armour. Better have too much and not need it, than not have it when I need it. You can't go wrong with weightless armour, and like fuck was I going to just get a dump stat. This was real life, not some dimwitted rpg game made for people bigger than the doorways in their basement, hence why they live there.
Feeling thoroughly happy with my choice, I pressed confirm and hoped for the best- that being waking up in a new body, and not in a puddle of liquefied steel, the one time napalm isn't good in the morning. A wave of a stupidly high amount of G forces slammed into me, presumably to knock an organic out. Luckily, I was not an organic, as my trait would tell anyone. Then an EMP blast came my way. Little did they know, my core was EMP proof for when a nuke may or may not be dropped.
I may or not have made the thing in charge of the evo proccess, as an imp looking fucker came up to me with a slightly private appendage in hand. Then it started 'moving' its hand.
Becoming white was not exactly high in my list of expectations. Especially the way it happened. My poor core was traumatized for life. I decided to auto sleep my core to avoid another... 'incident'.
Pov: random adventerer. (Don't get too attached)
As me and my party members came near Ravensbourne dungeon to clear it, I noticed something strange, almost like the land itself was poisoned. As i cautiously held up a closed fist to yell my party to stop, it hit me, like a wave of nausea. I then made the hand signal for a healer, and we all continued our trudge on. Then I realised something was very off. All that remained in the room was piles of dust and even more intense poison. A person behind me vomited a it felt like my body itself was being unraveled.
"Send him out quickly!" I yelled, hoping to figure out what was happening. Then I hunched over and vomited more than just my food out. "It's in the air! Healer, quick cast a wind bubble and purify! We must continue!" The healer obliged before replying, "My magic isn't healing him, we need to get to a proper doctor!" I ignored her as we ventured on into the next room. Free loot, but only dust for enemies? Strange. I won't complain. I then started having spots in my eyes, then a notification from the system popped up.
Disease aquired: acute radiation poisoning. (SSS tier, uncurable, death in one week.)
No... SSS diseases are stuff of legend! It then ticked down to 6. Then 5. Then 4. Then I realised my folly. I saw nothing, and when I tried to speak, nothing but a gurgling noise came out. I tried to breathe. I couldn't. Why is it so cold all of a sudden. Then I realised I could see. I could see the light, guiding me.
Pov: Charmand.
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I swear I see the elven council more than my friends and family nowadays, the stuck up sons and daughters of bitches. Now it's something about a deadly miasma in Ravensbourne dungeon, the direction the champion was heading, and according to our reports, it had something to do with 'radiation'. Whatever the fuck that was, I hadn't a clue, I just knew there was no cure for it. Now the council knew the full scope of things, the pretentious bastards finally decided it was a threat, after all, that poison had no cure, despite the hundreds of alchemist working on one.
What we has discovered so far was that it ripped apart your body from the insides if you stayed to long, effectively killing off your organs one by one. If you went there then came out quickly enough, tumors of various shapes and sizes grew randomly in your body. The autopsies said as much. Nothing was safe, the mob respawns dying as quickly as they appeared, the very wildlife around the dungeon withering and dying, it was hell, and it was expanding like a virus.
I fastened my pace at a particularly shabby part of the city, normally clean and unblemished stone turned into sickly shades of brown from both neglect and grime. I saw a few shadows flickering near the light orbs, but a glance their way disturbed them, and they darted away. Common thieves looking for prey with a depth perception of a half dead crab with its eye stalks cut (no, he is not dying to horror movie bullshit yet). Little do these dimwitted, self proclaimed 'wise' elves know, the noose is tightening around their neck at every movement, the poison seeping ever closer with every moment.
We have to enact a quarantine and try to stop the miasma of death as quickly as possible. No matter the cost. No matter the sacrifice. I knew that, and it was my job to convince the elven council. As I looked up at the twin moons, I felt a strange aura of peace. Tomorrow's going to be a long fucking day.
Pov: Alpha.
I got a new body from evolution. That was my first thought as i willed the chasis forward, dubiously looking at the napalmed out remains of my previous vessel. Yup. Not repeating that shit. Who am I kidding? Of course I'll napalm myself to a hairs breadth within death. Because why the fuck not? I aint a murderhobo. I'm a murder champion bitches! "Hey boss guy, you got another quest for me? I could use more nuclear abilities." My speakers boomed, at the god, hunched over forging something like he was in a low budget... movie of sorts. He looked up at me.
Oh shit where did all that metal come from? I was just making another 'tank' for your soul. Anyway, seeing you have one, I'm happy to oblige, but this time, don't just go around murdering possible followers and poisoning everything around you. Got it? The village was revisited by the bandits and destroyed as well.
Quest received: Release the nuken: massacre the bandit gang that did the same to the village. An eye for an eye might make the whole world blind, but you see through cameras. 'The AI with nuclear weapons is the king in a land of dust'. Rewards: SSS grade skill token (hey it's me, your friendly neighborhood achievement god. I'm also the god of quests. I wonder what you'll do with that token.) A metric fuck-ton of experience. The warm, happy feeling that comes with knowing that you've committed Genocide. Title: The terror from Terra. 1000 more mg ammo capacity. Grade e evolution token.
No one is safe from me. Dragons beware, I'm coming for your hair (Shitty rhyme don't judge me).
Time to look at my status to see what exactly has changed...
Status status status...
Species: AI (human created)
Name: Alpha
Gender: Male
Class: M2 medium tank.
level: 1
Evolutions: 1
Traits: 6/6
Non organic: Not affected by diseases, posions, mind control or fear related attacks, as well as explosive attacks that do not hit your armour or engine.
Tanky: Since you are a tank, you take 0 damage from simple weapons, and anything that can't pierce your armour.
Chunky boi: can not be affected by telekenesis and paralysis, and objects that are simply thrown at you will not do anything.
Made of metal: strong magnetic forces will ruin your day, as well as electricity themed attacks. However, ice, water and earth attacks will do nothing, and dire attacks have a reduced damage output on you.
I'd like a medium rare please: since you are a medium tank, and not a heavy tank, your movement speed is not affected by anything bar an engine upgrade. Other armour classes include: light, heavy, main battle, and super heavy. Type of tank includes: Tank killer. Self propelled artillery. Anti- life. Anti- artifical life.
Evolved! Stage: 1. Fully heal complete destruction I'm seven days, various stages of damage vary in time. Fuel and ammo resupply over 2 days and a fortnight respectively. Going to a safe zone does everything overnight. Just don't question it.
Skills 4/8
- (E grade) I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Have a top mounted grenade launcher that launches, you guessed it, napalm grenades for a distance of 200 metres, mounted on a swivel for 360 degrees coverage.
- (F grade) Free bird, unlocks a pigeon sized drone with a range of 10km that scouts ahead. Infinite battery charge.
- (F grade) War crime in a tin- every 60 minutes one shell is converted to a white phosphorus combiniation with either ap or he. (Armour piercing or high explosive) Later stages are near instantaneous conversion, with apfsds and nitroglycerin shells unlocked.
-(SS tier.) Get stung... by the peacemaker! All mgs turn into mini nuke miniguns with a yield 10 times that of a moab. Same rules as any atom bomb. Ammo is divided by 5.
Pov:???
You're telling me, that you summoned something from the forbidden section? The one mothcrfucking place you are not allowed to summon from? Didn't you dumb shits learn? Their skills are based on the most powerful things from their culture, and now we get reports of triple s tier poison acute radiation poisoning of all things? Fuuuuuuuuuck you all you stupid sons of bitches. Just why? They can kill us. They can summon.war beasts far beyond the realm of understanding! You send your most powerful, no send every fucking champion at your disposal to kill it before it's too late. Remember, that was one lifeform. Biological. This is artificial. Not effected by poisons. We only managed to survive last time because it got drunk then used its most powerful skill on itself.
Geez mate, chill.
Easy for you to say system, you're immortal, you can't be killed!
Ah fuck you, you pretentious piece of shit. Just because I'm meant to be fair and all that shit doesn't mean I have to. I suggest you be nice to me, or sod off and deal with him yourself you wet dishrag.
... Scramble all champions you git that? No, not like an egg one that was hit with a brick as a baby. Like a flight of dragons. Or wyverns.
Pov: George Whistler
I can tell you one thing. I got caught and am now pending execution because I wanted to be a nice person. Shit like that really backfires as a bandit eh? Luckily, I chose the skill Hard as a brick, which let's me knock down anything, you guessed it, that are either hard as a brick or less hard. How I knock down said materials... it's with a certain appendage, which only men have. Don't ask okay?
As I took off my trousers to escape my makeshift prison cell, a guard saw my dumb ass standing there butt naked, with something in hand.
"Imma pretend I didn't see that. Carry on." The guard said, trying to award awkwardness. No wonder not many people take this skill. Imagine it: being chased by monsters, the only thing that can save you, seperated by a wall, and you take off your pants in front of all your friends, and start hitting the wall, only, to your dismay, you appear inside a nursery, instantly applying (SSS grade) trauma to all the little Timmys' and Timmettes.
Or an even better situation. There's a monster wearing brick armour. Your arrows and magic can't pierce it. So you whip out your sword and violate that monster in more ways than one, the knight in absolutely no armour.
Whatever gets the job done. As I smashed the wall in a perfectly normal way, and ran to freedom, pants down, head held up. Which one you ask? Both. (Your daily dose of 'what the fuck did I just read, it's a very bad day to have eyes.)