“Hello,” the voice said, “I have a . . . proposition.”
I jumped at that. Or at least I would have if I wasn’t strapped to the seat. The owner of the voice walked out from behind me. Whoever it was, was wearing a dark black cloak, hiding any other features except for two crimson eyes shining out from under the hood.
“Who are you?” I asked with as much confidence as I could muster. If this was a Revakan, I didn’t want to give him any pleasure from my fear.
“I am Chaos,” the robed figure replied smoothly, “Though, I suppose, it would be better to describe me as the Will Of Humanity. I am here to offer you a way to save your race. And gain revenge for the death of the other Heroes and the millions of humans who have suffered under Revakan rule.”
Chaos spoke of revenge and although I was curious, it didn’t mean I was going to accept right away.
“What exactly are you offering?” I inquired, “And why do you want to help? You seem powerful enough for the Revakans not to pose much threat to you?”
I could tell he was powerful enough to be a Cosmic Entity, also known as a God. His aura and words vibrated with power
“True, I am powerful. But remember, I am the Will Of Humanity. I am essentially the collective desire of every Human. It is in my best interest to make Humans flourish. Currently, I am fighting against Order, the Will Of Revakanity. I need someone to fight on the mortal front while I fight on the divine front,” Chaos answered, “That is where you come in. You will become my champion. You will work to save Humanity and drive off the Revakan. I will also teleport you to a town below. So, do you accept?”
I thought about the offer and realized that this wasn’t even a question. The rage and sadness I felt would not let me choose anything other than what would allow me to kill the commander. And even if this was a trick, what did I have to lose.
“I accept,” I said in a grief-stricken voice.
“Good. I thought you would,” Chaos said as he put his finger on my forehead.
I immediately blacked out from what I could only describe as raw power flooded through me and started making alterations to my body.
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“I hope you like the upgrades,” Chaos said, “Now, where should I teleport you? Ah yes, how about the Dungeon town of York. I believe it is in what used to be Britain 44 years ago.”
With that my once again unconscious body was teleported back to Earth.
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I opened my bleary eyes and looked around. I appeared to be in a bed of some sort in a wooden cabin.
“Ah, you’re finally awake,” a gruff voice came from a well-built man sitting at a table, “I found you outside. My name is Kyle.”
“Thank you,” I said gratefully, “Where am I?”
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“Wow, you must have really been out of it,” Kyle answered, “We’re in the Dungeon town of York.”
“What’s a Dungeon town?” I asked.
“Woah, where have you been living? Under a rock?” He replied, “We’re a town whose residents go into the dungeon, kill shit, then store the experience they would normally give to us in soul gems and send them off to who knows where. But how do you not know about this? This was one of the Revakans’ first proclamations forty-five or so years ago when the Five Heroes died.”
“What!,” I exclaimed, “Forty-five years ago . . .”
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Kyle asked concernedly.
“Nothing . . .” I replied distractedly.
I couldn’t believe that it had been so long. I checked my status sheet.
Status.
Richard Kane
Title(s): Chaos’s Champion
Level: 157 Exp: 36,734 / 315,000
Class: Final Hero
Strength: (197) 1970
Constitution: (196) 1960
Intelligence: (197) 1970
Physical Defense: (196) 1960
Agility: (196) 1960
Endurance: (196) 1960
Mind: (196) 1960
Magical Defense: (196) 1960
I was shocked. I could only guess that Chaos’s blessing had caused all of this. My stats had multiplied by ten, my class had changed, and I had a new title. I focused on the title to gain more information about it.
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Title: Chaos’s Champion
Increases all stats by a factor of ten. Grants the class Final Hero.
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I was shocked by how good the title was, before remembering that it was given by an actual god. I focused on the new class.
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Class: Final Hero
You contain the power and spirits of the other four Heroes. Final Hero contains all the abilities of the Armor Giant, Battle Master, Grand Sorcerer, Hierophant, and Sword Mage classes.
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I instantly recognized the classes that I and the Heroes had. And I was glad that I would have something to remember them by, even if it was an intangible thing like a class.
“Hey kid, why are you crying,” Kyle interrupted me from my status.
I felt my face and realized it was wet. I wiped my tears on my sleeve.
“What level are you?” I asked curiously.
“Hey, I know you may have amnesia, but you don’t just ask someone that. I can tell you that the average level around her is eighty or so. It would probably be 190 if we were actually allowed to absorb the experience we gather,” Kyle explained, “Those fucking Revakans are probably all 270 already.”
At Kyle’s words, sweat started to drip down my spine. Revakan levels used to just be between 90 to 110. Right now, if it wasn’t for my title, I would be helpless against them.
I couldn’t start a full-blown rebellion right now, or we’d be overwhelmed. The commander most likely wasn’t complacent while I was asleep, and he very well might have the blessing of his god too. For now, I would need to blend in, and maybe free York from its chains sometime soon.
I would become an experience harvester myself and level up on the side until an opportunity came to emancipate York.
“So, where can I get a job?” I asked Kyle.