Our story starts in Venice, in the year of our lord 1984. The streets are packed with vendors selling gelato to every disgustingly overweight American tourist in sight… just kidding.
If life were really that simple, I wouldn't have been spontaneously transported to a light gray square platform floating around in a dark gray void. The platform is about 50 by 50 meters long with transparent walls that go who knows how high. Source-less light is radiating onto the platform creating a slightly nauseating feeling.
I've been on this platform for countless hours now, alone, with absolutely nothing to do and no one to talk to. This platform is completely devoid of all sound except whatever my body makes. Just breathing sounds like an angry New Jersey driver yelling at you for driving slow on the Turnpike.
You try listening to nothing but your own heartbeat for hours on end and see how sane you remain.
Why are these details so important you ask?
I've measured the distance between each wall countless times, creating an approximate running average between each wall in feet(measuring with my actual feet) and converting that average into meters. I'm using every trick in the book just to not be weirded out when my body makes a weird fluid shifting noise from somewhere in my abdomen. Doing random math problems has shown to be the most effective route so far.
Mental fortitude has always been one of my strongest attributes. Being bullied for most of my childhood followed by choosing to major in Computer Science in University has led me down an extremely lonely path, one that would drive most people insane. Toughing out those harder moments led into an exceedingly comfortable life later on, yet something seemed to always be missing. It was like there existed a kind of unidentifiable void and I’m constantly looking to fill it.
I must have been here for what amounted to 2 days already. Of course, the human body waits for no one so the Northern corner is officially labeled as the "Toilet" while the Southern corner is my "Bed".
Let me tell you, sleeping on what amounts to a glass surface is terrible for sleep quality.
Aside from my starving stomach and severe dehydration. I'd say I'm doing okay, yet...
…
It. Just. Won't. End.
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Suddenly a spherical warm blue light appears in the center of the platform.
It immediately started audibly speaking in a clear, monotone, robotic voice.
> God @%^!$@#: Initiated Transmigration Protocol (TP)
>
> System/OS/Process/Warning: no parameter file was provided, TP initiation has failed.
> ===> Please provide a parameter file and try again.
Gem whispers with a parched voice, "What in the bloody hell..?"
For the first time since this purgatory started, he heard some actual noise.
Following which he could hear what sounds like an extremely loud, and terribly written I might add, symphony combined with metal crumpling and glass shattering.
Somehow, he can feel a weird confused emotion as it was blasted into the entire area.
> God @%^!$@#: Initiated Transmigration Protocol (TP)
>
> System/OS/Process/Warning: no parameter file was provided, TP initiation has failed.
> ===> Please provide a parameter file and try again.
Again, more noise and an even more intense confused feeling gets blasted again.
> God @%^!$@#: Initiated Transmigration Protocol (TP)
> System/OS/Process/Warning: no parameter file… ...try again.
>
> God @%^!$@#: Initiated Transmigration Protocol (TP)
> System/OS/Process/Warning: no parameter file… ...try again.
>
> …..
>
> God @%^!$@#: Initiated Transmigration Protocol (TP)
> System/OS/Process/Warning: no parameter file… ...try again.
Gem thought, "Jesus Christ man, every half-assed Software Engineer knows that spamming a command like that won't solve anything."
> System/OS/Security/Monitor: God @%^!@# Transmigration Protocol Credentials are Temporarily Suspended until TP Tutorial is re-completed.
> System/OS/User/Task: God @%^!@# Task Queue Updated
More discordant noise except this time it was like nails on a chalkboard combined with the noise of a Wraith. This was followed up with an extremely angry emotion and the gravity doubling in intensity on the entire platform.
> System/OS/Security/Alert: God @%^!@# Account is Locked
> ===> Please contact your system administrator to have this issue resolved.
Gravity returned to normal along with the noise suddenly cutting off as if a mute button had been pressed. However, the blue sphere remained at the center of the platform; continuously glowing as if nothing had happened.
"Holy shit, the simulation theory was right this entire time!"
The simulation theory, shockingly, had more scientific backing than the big bang theory. Yet no one, even scientists themselves, could really rationalize why this made sense. It just seemed bizarre that such a theory could be credible, regardless of how unbiased science can be. Specifically, the simulation theory is best described as reality is really just an artificial simulation.
Gem felt amazed but curious about the kind of processing power it would take to power that kind of program. Even though he's a computer scientist, he could only imagine the kind of computing power required to make all of this happen.
It was on this train of thought that his parched throat caught up to him right as his stomach made an excessively loud noise. He immediately ran towards the blue sphere and ghastly whispered to it, "Create Water!"
Absolutely nothing happens..
He started attempting to project his voice saying stupid things at it like, "Create Food", "System Help", “Help”, "Enable Verbal Commands", "Sudo Root"...
After 10 minutes of yelling at it, he finally just kicked the damn thing.
> System/OS/Security/Monitor: Unauthenticated User attempting System Access
> System/OS/Security/Error: User Id is not detected
> System/OS/Security/Error: System Node is not detected
> System/OS/Error: Anomalous situation detected
> System/OS/Monitor: Beginning Analysis of Anomalous Entity
…
…
…
"Come on god dammit, I'm hungry."
…
…
> System/OS/Monitor: Solution found; reroute to /Security/Monitor
> System/OS/Security/Monitor: User Credentials Found
> System/OS/Security/Monitor:
> ===> User Id: Error
> ===> System Node: Error
> ===> Source Simulation: 0x027A8BA84EF
> ===> Planet Designation: 0xAC726282BC
> ===> Planet Alias: Earth
> ===> Entity: Human Version 4.23AF
> ===> Entity ID: 0x8D7B5382AFFEE9362314259A
> ===> Entity Alias: Gem Rubian
> ===> Security Level: -1
>
> System/OS/Security/Error: Security Level -1 does not exist.
> ===> Resolution: Elevating User to Lowest possible Security Level.
> ===> Security Level -1 => 0
> ===> User Id: Unresolvable
> ===> System Node: Unresolvable
"FOOD PLEASE"
> System/OS: Unknown Command; rerouting to /Lang/Analyzer.
> System/OS/Lang/Analyzer: Analyzing…
> ===> converted to Execute Create Matter Item ID 0x42937FE8BA
> ===> Executing command…
The blue sphere of light proceeds to poop out a bag filled with cheese burgers, fries, and a milkshake on the side. Immediately, he tackled the bag of greasy food to the ground while almost knocking over the milkshake in the process. He had never gone more than a single day without eating in his entire life, let alone 2 whole days.
He's so ravenously hungry that he ignored all the health warnings/red flags going off in his head and vigorously engorged myself until he was stuffed, followed by a food coma.
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He later woke up to the blue sphere talking to itself again like a psychopath.
> System/OS/Users/Account: God Admin ### unlocked User Account => God @%^!@#
"Maybe this is hell made specifically for Software Engineers. I mean I get the whole cast out of society thing but this is a whole new level of hell."
"Weird, wasn’t that the same God earlier attempting to activate something called the Transmigration Protocol…"
> System/OS/Users/Account/Login:
> ===> User ID: God @%^!@#
> ===> Password: *******
> ===> ...
> ===> Welcome back God @%^!@#
Realization starts to dawn on him, "Uhh ohh…"
He rapidly ran to the blue sphere and said, "System: logout previous User Account."
> System/OS/Lang/Analyzer: Analyzing…
> ===> Converted to Execute Force Logout God @%^!@#
> ===> Executing command...
> ===> ...
> System/OS/Security/Error: Insufficient Security Level
"Ohhh no… no no NO!"
> God @%^!$@#: Initiated Transmigration Protocol (TP)
> ===> Parameter File: Template_Heros_0x8D140AB7C
> ===> Processing…
> ===> Parameter File is Good
> ===> Source Simulation: 0x027A8BA84EF
> ===> Source Planet: 0xAC726282BC
> ===> Destination Simulation: Random
> ===> Destination Planet: Random => Survivable
> ===> Number of Heroes: 50 (Max: 50)
> ===> Hero Selection Mode: Conservative-Random
>
> System/OS/Process/TP: Enable God AutoTranslator
> ===> Enable Transfer World Cloaking
> ===> Enable God Visualizer
> ===> Enable God Cloaking
> ===> Initiating Hero Selection & Transfer
> ===> Enable System Cloaking…
The platform around him changed as the blue sphere audibly executed commands until the System Cloaking enabled. The world around him was visually transforming. He even got a weird glimpse of a golden shaped… mobius strip? What? After that brief glimpse, he was immediately surrounded by a white light and was….
Transported to the exact same place he was just in, except now there were 49 other people with him.
Gem thought, "I really felt bad for whoever was transported to the Northern corner…"
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In a flash of white light, Gem found myself in what looked like the top of a stone tower surrounded by clouds. Immediately, he suspiciously noticed that the top of said tower was about the same size as the platform he had been on for the past few days.
Everyone looked highly disoriented, mostly appearing as though they were in the middle of doing something. One girl was clearly sprinting, for whatever reason, and found herself falling over as the teleport had maintained her momentum. Her knees were messed up pretty badly but manageable for the moment.
Girl with skimmed knees, "AHhhhhhh!"
One guy amongst the 49 others immediately started running over to the girl saying, “I’m a Nurse, let me take a look.” He had kind hearted brown eyes, a chin that could cut metal, and the physique of an actor from the movie 300. His quick reaction to this shocking situation garnered almost everyone’s attention despite the mysteries before us.
Oddly there was this geeky teenager that was jumping up and down like he had won the Goddamn lottery (pun intended).
Gem in complete shock at the rapid turn of events unfolding before him. Having barely recovered from his food coma, it’s a lot to take in just as you’re waking up.
As Nurse Guy looked over Skimmed Knees Girl and tied some pieces of torn cloth around her knees to create a pseudo bandage. Everyone started to slowly notice a human shaped white light floating in the sky above us; observing quietly as the theatrics played out before it. Suspiciously, it was in the exact same position Gem saw the golden mobius strip earlier.
After a minute or so of everyone finally starting to collect themselves, the bright human shaped light spoke. An angelic voice, evoking feelings of warmth, started to sound from above us.
> "Welcome, Heroes of Earth"
Initially the 50 people were filled with shock and awe… but once the evoked warm feeling receded, some number of them started berating the bright light with questions.
"What happened?"
"Where are we?"
"Can I be a Wizard? Please let me be a Wizard? You get worship points for being a God right? I'll worship you if you make me a Wizard right now?! Wait no, I want to be a Mage…"
"Hey shiny floating dude, this is fun and all but this girl's knees took a serious beating. She needs medical attention before they become infe…"
"Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy…"
"Can I have some water? I was just in the middle of a football ga..."
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"I demand you to make me a princess this…"
Gem just stood to the side, mildly entertained at how this probably isn't going to plan for that weird golden mobius strip God thing hidden in the human shaped light. Even so, he remained quiet attempting to hide in the silent majority.
Everyone immediately quiets down after a brief spurt of irritation was felt pressing down; the God continues:
> "You have been selected to be defenders of humans in a world filled with vile monsters…"
"Ooo oooo do we level up as we kill monsters? I swear an oath to you that if you make me a sorcerer that I'll…"
As the God completely ignores the excitable teenager.
> "...the monsters are but a small taste of what is to come. Demons will arrive in slightly over 10 years to take over the world. You Heroes must work to become stronger in order to avoid the extinction of all humans."
Gem thought, "Well that sounds absolutely absurd and there's no way in hell I want anything to do with saving the world." Of course, from the looks of excitement on everyone else's faces. He was the only one that felt this way, especially with how much he witnessed before this whole thing even started.
> "To aid you in your journey, I bestow upon you a choice in your path to power, and a single reasonable request. You have 16 Earth minutes to decide on both."
>
> "Good luck on your journey, Heroes."
As the human shaped light disappeared, his first immediate thought was how he needed to name this golden mobius strip thing, Moby Dick. After all, shouldn't sinister gods have approachable names?
Also, everyone else started having… excited.. panic attacks? Is that actually a thing?
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While everyone else dealt with the after effects of that little drama while staring out into space, eyes glazed over as if they were reading something.
Command line code started suddenly appearing in front of Gem's eyes.
> System/OS/Security/Authorization/Alert: Security Level is 0
> ===> Process TP does not have the necessary security permissions.
>
> System/OS/Process/TP:
> ===> System Cloaking Disabled
>
> System/OS/User/Register: Initiating Advanced System Integration(ASI)
> ===> …
> ===> Warning: ASI is temporarily halted until appropriate permissions are set for Transmigration Protocol and the task queue is completed.
> System/OS/Process/TP: God @%^!@# wants to run Enslave_v0.2B6_Human_v4.23AF on your System Integration. Allow?
> ===> Yes/No
…
…
“Wait, wait a second..”
If he wasn't panicking before, he sure as hell am now. Enslave? Enslave?
"What the hell kind of simulation is this?"
Everyone else still had their eyes glazed over, reviewing who knows what but no one was panicking about enslavement. What's going on?
"Uhhh System more information please?"
> System/OS/Lang/Analyzer: Analyzing…
> ===> Converted to Execute display advanced detailed
> ===> Alias Command: "More Information" has been created.
> ===> Executing command…
> System/OS/Process/TP: God @%^!@# wants to run Enslave_v0.2B6_Human_v4.23AF on your System Integration.
> ===> Security Level is 0 => Hidden Effects are now viewable.
> ===> Added features include:
> =====> -----
> =====> Heroes Senses -: Heroes have enhanced sight, hearing, taste, feeling, & smell.
> =======> Pain is dulled by 70%.
> =======> Hidden effect: Certain types of sensory information will be altered or garbled, as governed by
> =========> guidelines set by God @%^!@#.
> =======> (Passive Skill Gained: Heroes Senses)
> =====> -----
> =====> Faith’s Blessing -: Heroes have a flat 20% enhancement on all selected attributes.
> =======> Hidden effect: 20% of all essence absorbed is given to God @%^!@#.
> =======> (Passive Skill Gained: Faith’s Blessing)
> =====> -----
> =====> Resurrection -: Upon death, the User will be resurrected in a new body at a nearby safe
> =======> haven.
> =======> Lose 1 Rank for each Death
> =========> Hidden Effect: If a user dies at Rank 0, death becomes permanent.
> =======> (Passive Skill Gained: Resurrection)
> =====> -----
> =====> Heroes Stamina -: Heroes enjoy boundless energy to overcome any feat.
> =======> Reduced need for sleeping & eating; sleeping & eating work at max efficiency.
> =======> Hidden Effect: User suffers from Hypomania.
> =========> Hypomania -: User is easily excitable with mild mood swings, becomes
> ===========> impulsively hyper-focused on available tasks, & acts with endless energy.
> =======>(Passive Skill Gained: Heroes Stamina)
> =====> -----
> =====> Worldly Return -: Once God @%^!@# judges you have completed all tasks set before you,
> =======> you will be transported from this world.
> =======> Hidden Effect: User is transported into the void where the user dies from explosive
> =========> decompression.
> =======> (Passive Skill Gained: Worldly Return)
> =====> -----
> =====> Heroes Growth -: User can automatically extract essence from sentient beings by
> =======> simply killing them. Once the amount of essence reaches a specific threshold, User
> =======> will automatically gain a rank.
> =======> Hidden Effect: 5% of all essence extracted is given to God @%^!@#.
> =======> (Passive Skill Gained: Heroes Growth)
> =====> -----
> =====> Custom Class Creation is Disabled; only pre-curated Classes may be selected.
> =====> Class Creation feature will be overwritten with Class Selection custom feature.
> =====> -----
> =====> Would you like to allow God @%^!@# to run Enslave_v0.2B6_Human_v4.23AF on your System Integration?
> ===> Yes/No
…
Just as he finish reading the prompt followed by more panicking, a timer appears in the same position as where Moby was positioned earlier; 11 minutes remain. Decisions needed to be made quickly and their long-term effects were not all completely understood. Rank loss? Hypomania? Moby wants 20% of whatever essence is supposed to be on top of another 5%?
He might not completely understand all of the details presented before him but he gathered the gist of what this decision boils down to. His interest, not only in programming but also video games allowed him to make some quick deductions: essence = experience, rank = level, dying is not permanent but only under specific conditions, & Moby’s hands are limited to what actions the System lets it perform. Yet, none of this is as important as what the answer to this prompt entails.
Do he want to live a temporary immortal life, only to die of explosive decompression, and slave to a God named Moby Dick.
Or…
Does he want to live a life, free of restraint, possible death at every corner, and big YOLO vibes?
Well isn’t that choice a bit obvious?
“No”
> System/OS/Lang/Analyzer: Analyzing…
> ===> Converted to Execute /Process/TP No
>
> System/OS/Process/TP: User has selected No.
> ===> User rejected Enslave_v0.2B6_Human_v4.23AF
> ===> Logging Abnormal TP conditions…
>
> System/OS/Alert: Log Operation Aborted
> ===> Segmentation fault
> ===> God @%^!@# is out of storage space.
9 minutes left…
“System, let's hurry through this task queue so I can finish my integration”
> System/OS/Lang/Analyzer: Analyzing…
> ===> Converted to Execute /User/Task Pop ViewAll
>
> System/OS/User/Task/View: Unable to resolve command
> ===> “Ohhh no… no no NO!”
> ===> Resolve?
Gem blushes slightly and he thought, "System… am.. am I just a joke to you?"
“Discard current task”
> System/OS/User/Task: Current task discarded
>
> System/OS/User/Task/View: God @%^!@# hasn’t created an alias yet.
> ===> Would you like to create the alias “Moby Dick” for God @%^!@#?
> ===> Yes/No
I burst out laughing to myself, “Why yes, yes I would.”
> System/OS/Lang/Analyzer: Analyzing…
> ===> Converted to Execute /User/Task Yes
>
> System/OS: Alias “Moby Dick” created for God @%^!@#.
7 minutes left…
> System/OS/Process/TP: Task Queue has been completed.
> ===> Resuming Advanced System Integration(ASI)
> ===> Enabling System Cloaking…
Finally, getting back to what he's supposed to be doing.
Hopefully I’m not far too behind where everyone else is at.
They all seemed to be panic reading, as though they were cramming for finals week.
I wonder what regular enslavement system integration looks like?
His moral inner voice told him that he should speak up about what he discovered; at the same time 7 minutes might not be enough to even get through his own Integration, let alone whatever follows once the time limit ends. The will all just have to deal with whatever happens next and make the best of an odd situation.
Once system cloaking was enabled, the command prompt screen disappeared and something like a video game status menu appeared before him, filled with noticeably blank fields:
Name:
Age:
Class: Class Creation & Request
Rank: 0
Attributes: None
Skills: None
What immediately drew his attention was the empty age field. He highly doubted anyone else had the same opportunity to choose their age as he did. Glancing around, the situation still hasn’t changed and everyone is still frantically reading on with an intense glazed over look.
Obviously my name is Gem, no need to make that decision complicated.
Age is an entirely different story though… choose too young and he’ll be a delinquent; shoved into an orphanage by the first adult he met or worse. Choose to be old and… well who wants to be old? Who knows what the laws of this new world will be once we reach the other side.
I’m currently 29 years old and any age younger than that would be fine with me, but not to the degree that I can’t make my own choices however…
16 years old all over again, this will be interesting.
Why 16 years old? He can use youth to his advantage and play dumb while learning more about the world of course. No one would believe a 29 year old man walking around in the world, not knowing how even the basics of society work. Better to play it safe rather than be put in a worrisome position. There are far too many unknowns and we have over 10 years before the demon issue arises. At least with this, he can play the teenager starting out on his own and making his way about the world.
His status automatically updates as he instinctively came to a decision.
Name: Gem
Age: 16
Class: Class Creation & Request
Rank: 0
Attributes: None
Skills: None
4 minutes…
Shit, I need to hurry up.
Gem quickly focuses on Class Creation & Request and a blank screen with a simple message appears before him:
If you could do anything, be anything… What would you do? Who would you become?
…
The screen hangs there with no additional information, no context, no further explanation as to if there exists some deeper meaning.
What would I do? What would I be? How philosophical..
Automation has always been an interest to me, creating software to make life easier for others. Utilizing tools to save time and perform complicated tasks. In a less digital oriented world, I might have focused more on a robotics oriented profession than a pure software oriented one. Ultimately, I want the power to manipulate my surroundings with nothing but my own pure will power; to choose my own destiny; to solve seemingly impossible problems with quaint but simple solutions.
…
Class Options Available for Selection:
Summoner (Uncommon): The power to summon an entity to do your bidding. Summoners are generalists by nature because the only limit to their summoning potential is simply their own imagination.
+2% Attribute Summoner Efficiency per attribute increase
Gain Attributes:
Summoner Efficiency - Reduces mana costs when summoning various entities.
1 Optional Attribute Slot
Gain Skills:
Summon Entity - Summons any entity you can imagine; the more vivid your imagination, the more effective
your summoned entity will be. Cost: Variable.
2 Optional Skill Slots
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Elemancer (Rare): The power to manipulate the elements of Earth, Water, Fire, Air, Light, & Darkness. A user in this class uses combinations of elements and pure imagination to directly affect the world around them. A generalist by nature, Elemancers can adapt to almost any situation at any time so long as they have mana available.
+2% Mana Control per attribute increase
+2% Elemental Efficiency per attribute increase
Gain Attributes:
Mana Control - Affects how easily a user manipulates their mana to affect better spell control.
2 Optional Attribute Slots
Gain Skills:
Innate Mana Fusion - User your imagination to combine various elements to affect the world around you. Cost: Variable.
Create Elemental Mana - Used in conjunction with Innate Control, flavors mana to one of the directed
elemental types: Earth, Water, Fire, Air, Light, or Darkness.
Cost: Variable.
1 Optional Passive Skill Slot
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Wizard (Epic): Able to create spells from magical runes and verbal consonants to create desired effects. Wizards are the epitome of flexibility in the magical world. The greatest Wizards can create spells on the fly to conquer any problem or situation.
+3% Mana Control per attribute increase
+3% Mana Core per attribute increase
Gain Attributes:
Mana Control - Affects how easily a user manipulates their mana to affect better spell control.
Mana Core - Affects mana storage and mana regeneration.
3 Optional Attribute Slots
Gain Skills:
Runic Dictionary - An educational tool for Wizards to learn magical runes. New runes will appear as this skill progresses.
Spellbook - Provides instant recall to any previously created spell. Restriction: all runes in the spell must be contained inside the Runic Dictionary. Cost: 1 + Spell cost
1 Optional Passive Skill Slot
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Nanomancer (Unique): Uniquely balancing extreme flexibility with extreme restriction, the Nanomancer can only summon a single entity called a Nanite. Nanites are robotic entities the size of a cubic nanometer and are summoned by volume; volume is measured by 250 mL (milliLiters; i.e.: 1 Liter = 1000 milliLiters and 250 milliLiters = 1 Cup). Nanites can do anything from the smallest of tasks to combining their strength to lift 10 tons.
+5% Nanite Volume per attribute increase
Restrictions:
Skills: Can only gain skills directly or adjacently related to Nanites.
Essence Penalty: Attribute increases cost 1.5 times more essence.
Skill slots are only provided every other Rank increase.
Gain Attributes:
Nanite Volume
4 Optional Slots
Gain Skills:
2 Optional Passive Skill Slots
Summon Nanites: Summons 250mL (milliLiters) of Nanites. Each Nanite is a 1x1x1nm (nanometer or 1 cubic nanometer) box with 45 degree angled flat triangles at the intersection of each corner. These corners open up to allow extendable hydraulic cylinder based mechanical gripping arms which are used to manipulate themselves and the world around them.
Costs: 1 mana to summon 250mL and 1 mana/sec per 250mL to maintain.
Base Volume: 250mL is 250e+21 nanites or 250 Quadrillion Nanites.
Networked: Nanites can go no further than 1mm from the User or another Nanite in a series that is eventually connected to the User. The User supplies mana to the Nanites through the network such that they can function; Failure to receive mana once out of network results in dissolution.
Kinetic Force: 250mL can generate 50N (Newtons) of Force per mana invested. This force can be transferred throughout the network and any individual Nanite can exert, up to, the full kinetic force generated plus whatever is transferred in.
1:26….
“There isn’t much time left, calm down Gem, calm down and breathe”, he says to myself. Others are starting to recover from their glazed over stares, clearly having completed their system ‘integration’. He can overhear them start to discuss their choices with those near them; it sounded as though a low whispered murmur beginning to spread across the room.
He barely glanced at Summoner or Elemancer before directing his attention to the Wizard entry.
Clearly choosing to be a Wizard is my initial inclination. I would have the flexibility to create original spells, a steady path to increase my capabilities, and a logical methodology for solving any seemingly possible situation I could desire. Not to mention those 3 attribute slots, the 2 provided options in that venue give me an idea about what filling in those attribute slots would look like. Yet…
0:47….
Nanomancer has a certain shine to it; I personally like having a logistical rationale for going forward with the class that I choose, especially something seeming so well grounded in traditional physics. But the abstract capabilities of the Nanite… just thinking of all the various applications I could use Kinetic Force feels more at home to me than any spell I could ever create. The restrictions seem a bit intense but that can only be because the true potential far outweighs anything I would get out of being a Wizard.
This boils down to: Wizard is a safe-bet, Nanomancer is a gamble.
…
0:11….
…
Yeah, gambling sounds fun.
Class Chosen: Nanomancer
Request: Analyzing Inner Monologue...
Gained Passive Skill: Chosen Growth
Chosen Growth: User can choose how skills evolve once a Rank Threshold has been reached.
Name: Gem
Age: 16
Class: Nanomancer [Unique]
Rank: 0
Attributes:
Nanite Volume
4 Optional Attribute Slots
Skills:
2 Optional Passive Skill Slots
Chosen Growth
Summon Nanites
Network
Kinetic Force
0:04….
0:03….
0:02….
Wait, I forgot to input my last name!
0:01….
> Initiating Transport... Good Luck Heroes