Whoosh

The sound of a portal resounds in the room.

Stepping out and look at the dirty mess and sad excuse of a human living environment the man flinch back in disgust even though he already familiar with such scene.

Scouting the room he approach a man laying half naked and asleep in a corner, drooling by his side on the pillow, staining the white pillow with a giant pool of saliva.

Kicking him in the stomach, the man bend in a v shape, snapping out of his afternoon nap from the sudden pain the man half-awake and half-asleep look at the bastard who kick at him before opening his eye wide in surprise.

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“Me?!” he shout in shock and confusion.

What stand in front of him was an identical person as him from the body to the look after the initial shock he calm down and nervously ask the other him.

“Who did we kill this time?”

But the man shake his head, this make him even more nervous.

“How many banks did we rob?”

The man shakes his head again, seeing this he think for a bit.

“Did we kidnapped XXXX and XXXX her and XXXX her XXX?”

The man show a genuine taken shock face, step back a bit before franticly shake his head, sighing and face-palmed.

“Nein nein nein, I’m here to tell you about the Poll!”

“Huh?”

“Caster class was just supposed to be a joke, a wimp of a decision but the people like it change it before it too late!” he said before turning blurry and disappearing.

Gasp!

A young man woke up from his sleep, sweat pouring down from his body.

“Phew what was with that?”

He said while stretching and getting up to look for breakfast. On his way to the kitchen he walk past a computer that show a draft of his fan fiction with a poll.