‘Preppers were right’ was that thought that ran through Damien’s mind. All the books written about it; all the speculation and denials it was possible and here he was running away from a giant monster that somehow walked out of the hospital like it belonged there.

Nine foot tall with scaled skin, it seemed it wasn’t faster than a average human runner but, based on how his lungs burned for more air than he could give and his legs trembled even as they pounded upon the tarmac of the road, he would not be able to outrun the monster.

He desperately scanned for a suitable place to hide amongst even as his thought’s turned pensive. ‘Weren’t the big apocalyptic monsters meant to spawn in America. I thought England was meant to have easy to fight wolves and goblins, not massive titans.’ He thought as he spotted a break in the old buildings to his left. He darted over as the massive creature’s footfalls made the ground rumble as he moved towards over at the tiny crack between housing. The front walls shattered as the massive bulk slammed into it, shattering the brick work. As Damien scrambled in faster as his foot caught something, he couldn’t see he fell into a pit.

The monster’s hand caught hold of his shirt and he screamed as the pit he was falling into fell away. His hands scrambled for something, anything to stop himself coming closer the jaw of crooked, yellow teeth and warm smell of meat. Then his shirt tore, and he vanished into the bowels of the Earth as the massive monster roared with fury.

Congratulations puny human. Somehow you managed to create a mortal enemy within the first hour of System Initiation. We the administrators salute you and your achievement. As reward you gain access to the System a week before you would have access to it. We hope you enjoy the wonders of the System in the short time before your enemy inevitably eats you. Congratulations.

The screen popped up as he fell, and he almost laughed at the stupidity of it. He falls into a random hole, caused a monster to be his mortal enemy by not dying quietly and then the litrpg apocalypse idea kicks in with some sadistic shit in charge of messages.

Before he had any chance to look at the ‘wonders of the System’ he hit a small pool of water that barely eased his fall before he hit the floor. The air was expelled from his lungs in the impact and he instinctively tried to swim for the waters surface.

He broke the dark waters surface and swung his head around for reference, he saw a small murky island with s glowing rock illuminating the beach. He went to swim over but before he made any progress, something bit into his right leg causing him to scream out and thrash. His left leg kicked out, his foot hitting a small slimy obstacle. As it dislodged, he started kicking for the shoreline his leg bleeding and numb.

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He dragged himself onto the shore, before moving far onto the island he tore off the bottom off his black shirt to wrap around his bleeding leg. Wrapping it as tight as he could he tucked the end into wrapping and took stock of his situation.

Deep underground somewhere, on an island with a predatory creature in the water around. The only light he could see was the natural lighthouse structure with the glowing crystal atop it. His leg felt numb so the creature may have had some sort of venom.

Knowing this place had likely came with the system as the only place that should be under London is the Tube. He looked upon all he could see warily.

Black sand beneath his feet, with a wall of rock that climbed past that he saw no immediate threat to his health he tried to open the System.

“Status. Menu. Stats. Skills.” He tried several more words to no avail before trying to will the System to come before him.

Damien

Class: Unchosen (Level 1)

Race: Human (Tier 1)

Body: 8

Mind: 9

Distributable points: 0

Abilities: N/A

Skills: N/A

Spells: N/A

It was useless. No new powers that came with the end of the world and trying to mentally choose a class brought up a small notification that stated he would have to wait two weeks for the System to stabilize on this planet and levels were not able to be gained without a class. Then focusing on descriptions for the parts of his status didn’t turn up anything revolutionary.

Body: What governs the physical form. Strength, speed, dexterity, vitality and endurance. For your current race fifteen represents the peak one can reach without the System. When placing a point here it pushes your body towards the form that helps you survive.

Mind: Ruler of the mental realm, able to manipulate reality through strength of will. Controls the body. Willpower, resilience, imagination, concentration and mental endurance. For your current race fifteen represents the peak one can reach without the System. When placing a point here it shifts your mind to help you survive.

Human: A puny race with weak abilities mentally and physically. All of their own worth lies within their potential to change and adapt.

Abilities: Abilities unique to your current race

Skills: Powers that tire the body. Learn some to find out more.

Spells: Powers that tire the mind. Learn some to find out more

The next while he spent was trying to call up other parts of the status. He knew there should be some sort of screen for achievements due to the notification he brought up earlier. When he did find it, his body went cold.

Congratulations. You have found the Final Planetary Dungeon. What would usually take a newly inducted race decades to find you encountered within a few hours of the initiation. Wow, you are seriously unlucky. Here is a gift, make us laugh more.

Gained: A single-use race change

Damien’s eye’s blinked at the words. Looking around in the bleak darkness he tried to comprehend it. Humans weren’t meant to survive here. A race change sounds like a survival path but, giving up humanity. What was humanity? Was survival worth losing it? Would it even help?

Making his mind up he pushed for his race to change.