A pale man sat in a old chair with too many scratches on it to count. The man matched the wear and tear of the room with the skin sticking to his bones and the many scars that cover the entirety of his body. A small Experience bar was seen to be being filled in the Smudged glasses of the man with dark bags under his eyes. Clicking down on a worn down and dusty mouse, he turned on his auto-clicker.
"... I'm too tired for this shit..."
The man attempted to quickly get up using his arms. Pushing forward he-
SHINK!
"..."
looking down the man saw that his left foot had been stabbed by a small nail sticking out of the floor, sharp-side up.
"what ever..."
without minding the blood trailing behind him, he walked out of his dark room, and flinched at the small amount of light that was able to get into the heavily covered window.
Taking a couple steps forward, without even opening he eyes, he opened a door and stepped into the grimy bathroom that he had grown accustomed to, the man sat onto the toilet, while putting up the seat the man decided to finally do something about the open wound in his foot.
"... How do you fix this stuff?"
Grabbing a bit of toilet paper he wrapped his foot with the least care in the world. I mean something is better then nothi-
SHRUCK!
The man looked down to the long serrated sword that had entered through the back, and was now attempting to slowly mash his organs into paste with the sharp end of the sword.
Blood pooled at the bottom of the toilet, as it mixed with the dirty and dusty grime of the unkempt bathroom.
In the end all that his death was worth was finally washing down the grime of the many mistakes he had made.
Slumping over, The man, also know as xxMASTERGRINDERxx, was already dead.
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User has reached the requirements.
Welcome to Helsingr Inc! We want to thank You for picking us as your afterlife, and We hope you do not regret your choices (Unless that was the chosen punishment).
"What?"
Nothing.
Just the same screen, still showing the same message.
Fear creeped down Johnny's spine, as he failed to understand the predicament.
Looking down, Johnny saw... Nothing.
Just the same nothingness that covered him in all directions.
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{Change to 1st character perspective}
Infinity has passed.
At first I just stared at the screen and thought about what could have happened. Why was I killed, and by what. Why was there a sword through my guts!
...But, soon all of it just melted into the void as I slowly lost my mind.
I lost it maybe 100 times by now, but something was different this time.
CRACK!
"What?"
Something shattered in the very end of the void. Millions of miles away.
" Well I have an infinite amount of time left, Might as well start heading that way!"
I don't see a reason not to.
" Good thing we can agree then!"
Jon began to walk over to the crack in the void.
Mabey this is finally the answer?
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More Infinite amounts of time later...
Light pierced my eyes. Which is surprising because I shouldn't have eyes at all!
I am temporally flashbanged by the light of wherever the Hell Inc. I was.
giant blue people were posted up around me, which definitely didn't startle me.
"H̷̛̯̬̖̩̣͇̩̲̗̫̘̽̔̎̇͑͋̋̕͜ͅe̴̮̙̱̲̝̼̦̤̙͒̈́̈̓̏͗́͆̈́̾̽͘͘͝'̸̞̻̤̎̍͋̾̋̋͊̉̐̆́͋͋̀̔s̶̰͇̪͓̻͎̽̉̀̅ ̸̬͕͖͉̬̀̏͛̎̆̉̀̐͒̈͛͂̐͆̚a̵͕̺̣͖̯̍̉̌̽͝͠͝ ̵̼͇̯̙̜̤̙̄̈͋̒͑̑͋́̔̒̈́̚̕ͅb̴̺̩͇͆̑́̈͐̐́̄̇̈́̚ͅě̴̢̤̟̼̞̯͔̮̺̙̇̾̃̈̎̓̐̐̆͘͜ä̸̛̼̼̭́́̏̐͋̀̈̄̀̏͋̇͝ṳ̴̢̢̟̑̓͂̾̉͊̓̾̿̓̽͆͒̎̚ͅt̷̨̡͍̠͓̪̖̱̼̎̋̒i̴̛͓̘͑f̵̜̤̞̦̐͊̒͝u̴̢͂́̐͊̇͐̿̀͐̈́͂͝ļ̷̞̳͉̯͎͕̠̱͕̤̤̝͍̈͊͒̾̆̅̚ ̸̢̜̱͔͍̤͇̯̦͙͍̜̱̙̖͐̃̓̽b̸̲̖̥̹͍̐̋̋̈́͊͆ă̸̪̹̦̣̅͐̐̕͝ͅb̷̧͓̙̠̳͍̫͖̲̤̝̫͂̓͂͜ỵ̶̞͗̎̅̐̂͌̌̂͋̉͛͒̈͝ ̵̛̯̼̯̣͇͗͆͝͝b̸͉͎̯͉͈͇̠͉̺͇̣̘͉̈̈̈́͊̌͑́̑͊̊̀͠o̶̺͙̫̭͕̬̞̱̖̰͚̜̭͙͂̔́̄̽̉̓̇̏̋̕y̷͕̙̠̾!̴̨̛̤͔̫͕̳͖̼̳̟͕͓͕͑̀̇̈̄̓̎͛́̈̆͆̕͘"
The painfully garbled words hurt my head, but before I can get my hands on him, I am suddenly picked up by the blue giant, and brought to a giant metal... Uh, I don't know what it is, but ill figure it out!
Its a sink.
So mister smarty-pants finally decided to show his head!
You seemed to need the help. I would shrug my shoulders if I had any.
What the fuck do you do while your not talking to me?
I... just kinda exist? Just like the void.
Oh... alri-
Spray.
Suddenly, I am covered in a substance that makes my skin feel not to good.
That's water.
The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.
Well what if I'm allergic to water?
Then your allergic to water.
Shut the fuck up.
feeling strangely tired from the occasion, I fall asleep for the first time in eternity.
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An older woman could be seen standing next to the bed of a mother holding their newborn son.
"I'm so happy for you! What a beautiful child!"
A soft voice responded to the voice of the older woman.
" I just hope he can live happily, even without his father..."
The Older woman took on an empathetic look, and held out her hand.
"... You know, if you ever need help, I'm sure Robert would be fine with letting him stay over until you feel finically stable?"
The young mother looked down apon her child, Johnny, and smiled.
"... I will take all the help I can get."
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Not even that long compared to infinity later...
"This is so unfair granny! why do I get in trouble for giving that Meany what he deserves!"
The older woman, my granny, held a stern expression of pure hatred looking at me!
Like, what did I do wrong!?
" Because WE do NOT SWEAR in OUR HOUSEHOLD!"
Granny grabbed me by the ear, and dragged me into my farm-house house (Quite a mouthful, Don't ya think!).
"Wait till your Grand-Pops hears about this! You are going to have doubled chores until your a million' years old!"
Why is she getting mad that I called a bully a shit-slinging, mud-humping, worm-hunting Bitch!? That wasn't even the worse thing I've said!
"your 15, but you seem to act like your still 9 years old!"
Technically older.
Shut up!
Ohh~ I'm telling~
Don't you da-
"Shut up!"
I have been betrayed by my greatest ally... how will I ever recover from this!?
;]
Fuck you!
...
Yeah, that's what I thou-
"Fuck you!"
Uh oh.
Granny proceeded to scoop me into her massive burly arms, and put me into a chokehold.
"Stop, I yield!"
Ganny looked even madder at my response to her honestly impressive moves.
"...You know what. Why do we have to wait till you awaken to start teaching you, How about we start now!"
Ever cense that day, my Granny has been teaching me how to fight.
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Granny wasn’t just your ordinary strict farmer—she had a past that no one in town dared to speak of. Some whispered about her “missions” in a far-off war, while others claimed she once worked for Helsingr Inc. herself. Either way, I found myself on the receiving end of combat training that made my entire body scream.
“Get up!” Granny barked, standing over me with a wooden staff that she swung like it weighed nothing. “You wanna call people names? Then learn to back it up, worm-hunting baby!”
“Why worm-hunting?!” I groaned, dragging myself up from the dirt. “I don’t even hunt worms—wait, hold on, what are you teaching me exactly? Karate? MMA? Or some ancient technique passed down through generations?”
Granny snorted. “It’s called Shut-Up-and-Do-What-I-Say-So-You-Don’t-End-Up-Like-Your-Father.”
The mention of Dad made me flinch, but I didn’t ask any questions. She’d made it clear I wasn’t ready for those answers yet.
For weeks, we trained in the mornings before school and in the evenings after chores. She taught me everything: how to dodge, how to counter, how to outlast an opponent, and even how to use the environment as a weapon.
“You see that stick?” she asked one day, pointing at a piece of driftwood near the river. “That’s not a stick. That’s your salvation when some Random try's to start something with you. That is what you will use to to end that something that person has with you!"
“Wait, why would someone—” I started, but Granny’s glare shut me up.
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SHIFT TO HELSINGR INC.
Many beings of varying shapes and objects stood in a white featureless void. A large blue screen apparated into the sky in front of them, as one of them with gray cracking skin Croaked out , peering down at a the system displaying the name [Johnny "Jon" Wilson] .
“Test #1 has re-entered the system,”
Multiple entities looked at the decaying man, and stood with featureless faces.
“We’ll need to accelerate his progress,” a profound looking ball of flame stated, seeming deep in meditation. “The integration was unexpected, but this can no longer be delayed.”
A figure that seemed to melt into the white void as if a part of it looked down from a nearly translucent thrown
“Agreed. Activate project Overseer.”
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WELCOME USER! YOU ARE NOW A PART OF THE OVERSEER!- We at Helsingr Inc. were happy to grant you this!
PLEASE STATE "STATS" USER!
God, can this thing stop screaming at me!
Bro! What the fuck is that!
Wait can you see it too?
...Yea?
Do you know what this means?!
... No, what does it mean?
... I don't know, I was asking you!
You wanna try it?
Why the fuck not!
"Status!"
Name: Johnny "Jon" Wilson
Titles: Soul dualism, Curse of the Hero
Stats:
Phis: 6
Ment: 4
Sprit: 20
Luck: -Inf
Skills:
[Basic acrobatic]lv.0
You are beginning to understand how to move an stretch your body.
Fighting Styles:
[Basic fighting]lv.0
You are beginning to understand the basic principles of fighting.
[Improvised fighting]Lv.0
You are beginning to understand what can be used as a weapon, and what cannot.
... Hmm.
...So? you get anything?
...I did, but I'm not sure it can help us.
Well spit it out already!
The skill is called "Mental visualization", and is says "You are more capable of handling more complex mental structures." I also ha-
Wait, before you tell me more, see if you can share your screen!
... Smart idea.
Finally you understand how geniu-
WHOSH!
suddenly an almost entirely black screen, that contrasted with my own screen to let me see the words that were carved out of the black screen.
Name: Johnny "Will" Wilson
Titles: Soul dualism, Curse of the void
Stats:
Phis: 0
Ment: 10
Sprit: 20 (10*2)
Luck: -Inf
Skills:
[Mental Visualization]lv.0
You are more capable of handling more complex mental structures.
Magics forms:
[Enduring mind]lv.0
Your mind is more capable of handling the mental drawbacks of magical formulas.
[Mana Sight]Lv.0
You are more capable of observing and studying mana.
While sharing my status back to will, wherever he existed in my being, I stare at how similar, yet different our stats are.
Why is our luck negative infinity?
why you are asking me!? Also you were the lucky one! I wanted magic!
I continued staring at my status till I saw a shadow above me.
"Why are you staring into the sky! boy get back up!"
Granny was lurching over me as I was laying on the ground sweating, due to the fact I just had to move hay bails that seemed to be thousands of pound heavy!
"Oh, nothing Granny, I was just looking at my status!"
Granny looked at me in surprise.
"your what?"
"Status!"
Granny stared at me, bug eyed for a second. Then immediately smiling.
" Robert! Robert! Johnny's awakened!"
Rushing down the stairs, my Grand-Pops, holding his cane while carrying a grimoire of his making.
"Is this true young one?"
Looking at him with my least excited smile, I replied despite still feeling the manic smile on my Face.
"You know its true Pops!"
Grand-Pops looked at me with a calm smile as he walked towards me and gave me a hug.
"I always knew my little trouble maker was a genius!"
See, Even Grand-Pops knows I'm the smartest of us 2!
I don't think he knows I exist.
Going over to Granny he gave her a hug, and brought her to their room to discus something, while I was busy Idle chatting with Will.
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"Do you think its time to reveal what happened, and what he must do now? "
Amilda, also known as Granny by her grand-child, looked to her husband, Maximus, or Grand-Pop by his greatest fan, and seemed deep in thought. Finally looking up and speaking she relied.
" do you really want to put that kind of responsibility on him?"
Maximus sat down with a grunt.
"if the system believes that he was not in danger, then it would not have given it to him."
Amilda looked down pushing tears away from her eyes.
"I know!"
Maximus looked to his desk inside of the room, and grabbed an acceptance letter from the drawer.
" He needs to learn to defend himself, and we can only teach him so much."
Amilda nodded her head, finally accepting the situation.
" Its time to send him to Blue Stone. We can't protect him from his fate as the child of a Hero, but we can prepare him for the challenges that he will face."
"Agreed"
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End of chapter 1.