Rain pittered and pattered along the countryside of the lively planet of Argensia. A small, infantile tortoise stood in awe on a small grassy hill. A man in silver armor with blonde hair stained red by a prolonged battle with a large winged beast with scales of colors the human mind would implode upon the sight of. The blonde haired hero, Gaustone, released a sigh inaudible to the tortoise at the thought of his fate as his face filled with determination. The great dragon Gaina took notice of their waning mana and steeled themselves with a determination to end the battle exactly equal to that of the great hero. A roar, firebreath, and a slash brought upon a conclusion deadly for both parties. Gaustone succumbed to large burns as Gaina drew their last breath, done in by mana overuse and blood loss. The tortoise seemed indifferent to the corpses in front of it, as it could now watch the rain in peace. That peace lasted until a strange box greeted them.

[Status]

Race - [Base]:Argensian Tortoise;[MODS]:[Gaina's Wings];Flight granted,+10 1 AGI +10 1 STR; stats limited because of user level|[Gaustone's heart];Blood circulation enhanced, Magic efficiency increased, Disease resistance enhanced; Effects limited due to user's low level;[Opposable Thumb]: User has been granted 2 Opposable Thumbs on account of being a sapient non-primate;+9 DEX;Several more mods are completely hidden because of the user's low level and age

Name - Tortin Ois

Age - 3 Argensian Months

Level - 1; 0/100

Height - 3 ft

Diet - All Users are Omnivores

Effects - [Positive]: None;[Negative]:None

Titles - Outworlder

[Skills]

Cower - Active - Hide in your shell; Completely eliminates agility but maxes defense

Flight - Passive - You can soar by utilizing Gaina's wings

Bite - Strike your opponent with a quick bite

Bipedal Kick - Active - You have acquired bipedalism from the absorption of great foe [Gaustone]'s energies, kick using either of your back legs.

Fire Breath - Active and Passive - Limited power due to low level, size, and age of user; User is capable of mana to breath fire and has increased spice tolerance

Inspect/Analyze - Active - A skill granted to all users with sapience; Inspect or Analyze monsters or items of lesser or equal level to the user

Sapience - Passive - Greater Intelligence, emotional capacity, and social capabilities have been acquired

OmniLingual - Speak, Read, and Write in any language

[Stats]

HP 150/150

MP 50/50

Hunger - 49.5%

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Thirst - 49.5%

VIT - 15

DEX - 1 --> 10

DEF - 15

AGI - 4 --> 5

STR - 6 --> 7

INT - 10

WIS - 10

Memories and ideas danced around Tortin's head as they recalled Earth and the many wonders it held, memories of their past life as a human, but none of their death. They had forgotten their name, in fact the names of all the people they had ever met. They remembered enough to put the pieces together that this world was like a game, and that they were a player.

Tortin now stood perfectly balanced on their hind legs. They recalled their thirst and hunger levels. I need food and water, shelter comes in the form of this shell for now. They hobbled down the hill through the rain and reached a clearing. A small pond with magically pure water and colorful fish inside. The rain made little waves in the water as Tortin cautiously approached to take a drink. They drank enough water to get their thirst to 100% and continued in a straight line. Tortin came across a strange creature about 3 minutes after coming across the pond. A deer with a rat's tail and two miniature rhino horns in the place of antlers. The hostile creature charged without a second thought as Tortin took to the skies using Gaina's wings. Blue circles materialized around the Modded Deer and spears of ice each nearly as big as Tortin were summoned and launched in their direction. Tortin flew evasively as they prepared a counterattack. They conjured a ball of green flame  and sent it flying toward the hostile Rat-Rhino-Deer. The hostile creature was knocked back by the blast as Tortin flew in at breakneck speed and used [Bipedal Kick] to deliver the final blow. A box appeared to congratulate them. 

Nice!

You have leveled up as the result of XP gained from the defeat of a foe.

Base Health and Magic increased by 10

Stats associated with your Race - VIT and DEF - Have increased by 2

All other stats increased by 1

Mods acquired from the foe(s) defeated have been turned into EVO points to be spent on Mods later on

All foes that were monsters have been butchered and acquired items have been evenly distributed among all (1) victor(s) of the battle based upon contribution to each kill

Tortin internally smirked at the items they obtained. [Fresh Venison] and [Mini Rhino Horn]. The meat they would eat, and they would see about visiting a blacksmith to make a weapon from the horn. After eating the venison raw, they trekked through the forest as the rain stopped. They reached a field of wheat with a settlement not too far from it. The wheat had a strange aura about it, as if it were modified by magic. So cool. Gotta wonder though, can I even speak? Even if I can, what if this is some stereotypical fantasy where people that look like beasts are shunned and enslaved?. They continued toward the settlement with high hopes. A grizzly human man double Tortin's size with dark brown hair and a thick beard stood guard at the wooden gate of the village. His iron armor reflected the sunlight as he stood still with his halberd at his side. "Name, race, age, business in respective order kid", The man spoke in a deep voice that startled yet comforted Tortin. "Name's Tortin, I''m an Argensian Tortoise with a couple Mods on me, I'm 3 months old, and I'm just looking for somewhere to stay ", The man nodded, taking notice that Tortin was indeed unarmed and did seemingly have some mods on them. "Welcome to Argensia outworlder", Tortin was confused, then they recalled their [Outworlder] title. Makes sense. "Follow me", Tortin followed

The man brought Tortin to a building with strange writing above its door that Tortin translated to Adventurer's Guild with their skill [OmniLingual]. "Oh yeah, my name's Jorthan", the man told Tortin as they entered the guild. The inside was made of cobblestone painted blue on the walls and lime green wood on the floor and roof. People with all kinds of ears, tails, and the like laughed, cried, and drank together. Various weapons and armor types were wielded and worn by these people. Tortin glanced around to see the doors leading to the Blacksmith, Enchanter, Library, and many other shops and rooms as Jorthan led him to the front desk. The front desk of the Adventurer's Guild was situated in the middle of the expansive main room. It had shelves with trinkets seemingly for measurements and evaluations. A woman with purple hair and brown eyes stood managing the desk. She was sorting the coins in the register when Jorthan greeted her, "Hey Mabelia, I've got a young Outworlder in need of an ID and a room", Her eyes glowed with a bright orange light and a card appeared before her. "Alrighty..Tortin, you are now registered with the guild. You have a free room for two weeks and after that the room is a copper a day. For your information you're staying in room 21. If you wanna make money and help defend the village you can venture into the dungeon. From there you can either sell the drops or use them to make items. Since you're an outworlder, you get a registration bonus of 5 copper, a free weapon coupon for the blacksmith, and a [Durable II] coupon for the enchanter. Understand?", Tortin nodded and walked toward the blacksmith. They had bones and Rhino horns from the beast they had encountered, and they planned on making a spear from them. Later on, Tortin walked out of the Enchanter's room with an enchanted spear and was ready for dungeon delving. Before that though, they would eat dinner at the guild's Cafeteria and get a good night's sleep.

The guild cafeteria served bread and soup for dinner. They had many options for drinking, Tortin took a liking to the Cactus Ale specifically. The soup had what looked like ground beef, but tasted like something that Tortin had never tasted before, the potatoes in the soup complemented the mystery meat perfectly and every bite was a miniature scoop of heaven for Tortin. The bread was the complete opposite, just extremely bland. They scarfed all of the food and ale down and made for the room where they would be staying in for a while. Tortin made it to room 21, walked up to the bed, and collapsed onto the mattress. It had been a long day.