I woke up feeling dazed.

My head hurts like hell from that weird fall trough space or something.

Somehow my legs, arms and everything else is fine, I fell no pain whatsoever.

As I begun standing up, I looked around trying to figure out my surroundings.

There’s so much nature around, I can’t see a single trace of humanity.

I look down and see that I’m on some beaten dirt path.

What the hell happened?

PROCESSING QUESTION

Huh? What did I just hear?

GENERATING ANSWER

That voice..

It’s the one I heard from earlier.

Why is it so loud?

ANSWER GENERATED

LOWERING VOLUME

Huh? It heard me!

HUMAN IMITATION COMMENCING…

[Hello Gisfrid.]

What the hell is going on right now!

[I am your Analysis Companion.]

[To answer your question, you have died and been transported into another world.]

No way.

Damn so I actually died huh.

Wait! So that means there’s an afterlife?

Awesome!

Wait.. What do you mean Analysis Companion?

[Because you are ### #####, you are given a partner to help you with anything you need.]

Huh, what did you say?

It sounded like you were speaking in static.

[It seems I am not allowed to speak those words.]

That’s weird…

Wait! How the hell are you listening to me, all I’m doing is thinking.

[I can read your thoughts to serve you in the case that you can’t speak or split-second actions are needed. I can turn it off if you please.]

No.. That’s actually a good idea.

So anyways, anything important you should tell me? It would be a good idea to know what to do, also this feels a lot like an Isekai, especially one I read about some blob.

[Just by thinking about it, you can open a window to view all of your stats and abilities.]

Huh, just like a video game.

Well-alright.. Open!

[Gisfrid]

Title: None

Rank: Novice

Strength: 1

Agility: 1

Charisma: 0

Intelligence: 1

Stat Points Available: 0

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Abilities

Analysis Lv. 1

Putrid Presence Lv. 1

Huh, so these are my stats.

They are really low.

Titles.. Ranks..

Hey wait, why is my charisma at zero!?

[When you chose the difficulty NIGHTMARE, you were given a heavy handicap.]

But I didn't even want that..

[Sorry but I can't change it.]

[Anyways, you have been given the ability Putrid Presence, It ensures that you can't put any points into Charisma.]

What!

My jaw dropped at that moment.

So then what, does this mean I can't negotiate with merchants or something?

[No, it means tha-]

The Analysis companion cut off at that moment.

I felt the hand of someone touching my shoulder, I quickly turned around to a not-so friendly fist rushing towards my face.

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Everything is dark..

I opened my eyes to stone walls surrounding me.

Dam it man, this is the third time I've blacked out today.

Where am I anyways uhhh, what should I call you?

[Please call me Atum.]

Well then Atum, can you analyze my surroundings.

[It seems that you are in some sort of prison cell, the walls are made of stone bricks coated in a layer of Anti-magic adhesive]

Anti-magic huh, so then there's magic in this world?

[Yes, magic is used by everyone as it is a natural essence. Magic is in everything, plants, animals, it can even be infused into non-organic objects.]

Interesting.

There's some iron bars here, they look rusty.

My strength stat is at 1 so I'm guessing I can't move them.

Well it's worth trying.

I attempted to move the iron bars, I don't know what I was thinking, those things felt like trying to move a mountain at my strength.

As I was attempting to move the bars though, I heard a door slam open.

"Huh?" What was that..

I hear footsteps approaching.

After a couple of seconds in suspense as to whos coming, they finally entered my field of view.

it's some kind of tall man with long hair, he also seems to be wearing some military uniform it seems.

"Boy, It's time for you to go."

"Huh? I'm being freed?" No way! I just got here, must be my lucky day.

He started laughing..

"You really think you'll be let go that easily?"

He reached for his pocket with his eyes looking straight at me.

His sight was like a hawks, I felt weak when he looked me in the eye.

Hey Atum, why am I feeling like this?

[It seems his charisma stat is way higher than yours, that combined with a charisma skill would be able to intimidate you.]

Damn, this charisma handicap is really annoying.

He took a key out of his pocket, maybe he's the warden or something.

The door's unlocked now, but there's no use in trying to escape, he probably has a higher agility stat than me.

"Come on kid, put these on."

Handcuffs.. I didn't even do anything.

He has a face of disgust.

"Who are you looking at with that face huh?" I should have never said that looking back at it.

"What did you say shit head?!"

He threw his fist straight at my face, I tried dodging but my agility stat was just way too low.

"Agh! My nose." It's bleeding like crazy, what is his strength stat?!

"Now move it scum." He shoved me and started to put my hands behind my back.

He put on the handcuffs and made me move.

As we were walking trough all the prison cells I saw many criminals, some looking like murderers, others looking super malnourished.

"Look straight ahead boy." He pushed me again to force my head forward.

Finally we reached the main door, it was huge and looks like it was made of steel.

After we passed trough it, the sunlight shot straight into my eyes, I had to close them.

We're outside.

My eyes had to adjust to the sunlight before I saw everything.

I was walking in a cement path, barbed fences on both of my sides, and a bunch of prisoners booing me.

Why are people so mad with me?

[Maybe its your face.]

You asshole! You're lucky I can't see you!

"Alright boy, inside"

He pushed me into a room, it was a small room, a little bit bigger than my cell, with only one window.

"Sit down." There was someone sitting next to a metal table, it has a little handle to attach handcuffs.

The guy who brought me here sat me down and attached the handcuffs. After that he proceeded to leave.

"So, what's your name?" Huh? These guys got me in a prison cell and treating me like this without even knowing my name?!

"Why would I tell you, The way you're treating me."

"If you don't cooperate then we will just call you guilty without trial. You're lucky that we're in a just country."

"Oh really? What would I be guilty of anyways?"

"I'll tell you if you just give me your name."

"Fine, It's Gisfrid."

He took out a clipboard and begun writing on a board.

What is he writing?

[I can analyze his writing if you want.]

Oh really? Yes please.

[He's writing down your name.]

Wow.. Real useful.

"So, you gonna tell me what I'm guilty of?"

"Wow so you really don't wanna admit it huh. You are obviously guilty of committing genocide."

What!

When the hell did I do that? Atum do you know something about this?

[Nope.]

"What, no way! I would never do such a thing!"

"Man you sure are a lost cost. Fine, if you really want it, here's the evidence."

He threw a batch of pictures on the table.

Huh, there's photographic technology in this world.

[By using light magic which is rare in itself, people can manipulate light on a certain material to capture what's in front of them.]

I didn't need a history lesson.

This is crazy though, this looks nothing like me.

[Actually, when you were transported over, you were given a brand new look.]

What! Why didn't you didn't tell me?

Honestly I like the hair, but my face looks completely different.

"So, deny the evidence too?"

This must be faked, but how could that be?

[If the light manipulation is used a certain way, it can print fake versions of the photos. It let's the light users change anything about the picture, but only extremely skilled mages can do so."

Huh, so maybe if I can prove how to do so, he'll let me go.

But how could I do that I wonder..

[Chapter 2.. Over]