{... Authorization in process 1%}
'What in the name of Jesus is going on' surely enough a young man laying down on a bed of green grass slowly opens his eyes and mutters. This moments were marking the start of a long, painful quarrel with destiny.
{... Authorization in process 10%}
''Ahhh!" the blinding warm sunlight washes over him, bathing him in a golden shower. The classic white T-shirt he wore failed to hide the well-toned body underneath. outlines of his muscles could be seen even form afar, while the former pair of black pants got dirtier and filthier the more his body quivered.
{... Authorization in process 20%}
Seeing the light blue panels stationed right in front of his hazel eyes, brought him to catch his breath and speculate. Keenly feeling the weirdness with his brawn, he twitched once again, but his muscles refused to budge, as if they were frozen with a thick coating of ice.
{... Authorization in process 30%; host body change… slowly adapting to the new environment… Checking for viruses…adjusting to the new heat and humidity}
a sudden sharp pain assaults Matthew's head, causing him to clench his teeth and grip his head with both hands. On and on, he tightened the hold, trying desperately to diminish his struggles... it was as if someone hammered his brain with the strength of a bear.
"ahhhh" no longer able to hold his voice he let's out a scream as the pain gets sharper, more unbearable. the light blue panels kept popping up every now and then. Whatever story they might tell, Matthew couldn't find it in him to listen.
{... Authorization in process 40%;Adjusting the structure of human cells… to accumulate the supernatural powers… Adding a few doses of growth hormones…}
"MAKE IT STOP…" tearful descents ran like a raging waterfall down on his face, tainting his appearance. He felt with his entire being, as his body broke down and repaired itself. A few seconds later, couple droplets of crimson blood added more of an artistic touch to his already pitiful face. From his eyes, all down the freckles of his nose and mouth... Matthew looked more and more like a zombie.
{... Warning! Process slowing down!… Authorization in process 45%; muscles convulsing… Extra nerves connecting to the eyes… stimulating the nervous system…}
"AAAAAAAH" a yell of agony resounded, as the wide-eyed Matt started ripping off his beloved shirt... biting his arms and gnawing at his own skin... in hopes of distracting himself from the writhing pain. Another trail of red velvety liquid quickly followed as he chewed on his own tongue.
{... Authorization in process 50%; reconstructing and strengthening the immune system… adding further doses of hormones…}
the more blood Matthew loses, the more he feels his consciousness gradually drifting away. The long agonizing battle for survival started growing fainter as his memory got fuzzier and more clouded. The air of madness clutched him by the throat, which made every breath he took, felt more like flames of a malicious brazier. He rolled, left and right all over, staining the grasscapped bed with his own blood. His former shirt, now reduced to mere rags, barely served as a warm barrier from the outside windy streams. With the last hoarse shrieks of anguish coming out of his bloodied mouth, Matthew keeps jerked and shivered, his thoughts no longer keeping in check of his sanity. But if the young brunet had it in him, he would have begged whoever designed these panels to stop the tormenting.
{... Authorization in process 60%; host body transformation is almost completed… Calculating physical strength, muscle memory, reflex speed testing…estimating the new body limits…}
Bloodied streams finally stopped flowing down, followed by blankness and darkness consuming the entirety of his consciousness. Doubtless, Matthew got a one way ticket to the dreamlands.
{... Authorization in process 70%;… new concepts: devil fruits (logia, paramecia, zoan) … haki (observation, armament, conquerors…marines (admirals, captains, fleet admiral… Pirates (strongest man alive, the will of D, yonkos) … implementing active and passive skills… Quest system… traits, titles..}
{... Authorization in process 80%; analyzing internal and physical injuries… Diagnose in process… healing commences… problem encountered… Severe lack of nutritions…low body fat levels…energy required…}
{... Authorization in process 90%; identity…traits… stats…map function… Refreshing memory of cannon…}
{... Authorization 100%; body transformation completed… status window will be shown in 3…2…1}
{Stats assigned to host:
-Name: Matthew Roberts (23yo).
-Race: human
-Str (strength): 30 (+12%)
-Agi (agility): 20 (+12%)
-End (endurance): 30+8 (+12%)
-Wis (wisdom):10 (+2%)
Stolen story; please report.
-Luck:????
-Unassigned sp (Stat points): 00
Current state: hungry, dehydrated, exhausted, unconscious, subtle effects of short term memory loss, light muscle pain, light injuries, minor bleeding, cold.
—--Skills: PASSIVE—--
-superhuman cells(A rank): due to recent modifications on the host's body, the cells evolved, shedding their former shells becoming closer to what one would call superhuman.
/effect: enhance physical stats by 10%
-Masochism (E rank): the drive to feel pleasure and ecstasy from physical pain, a very common trait found usually in some desperate souls who have been subjected to gruesome activities, or maniacal battle junkies.
/effect : enhance endurance by 8 points
-athletic body (D rank/ can be further upgraded): a result of hard work and dedication, following a strict diet and overworking your muscles.
/effect : enhance all stats by 2%.
—--skills: ACTIVE—--
Devour (S /can be further upgraded): the unending desire to possess, envying what others have. it might be attributable to some type of insecurities that the host has, or maybe a dire need to satisfy your own greed and jealousy.
/effect: absorb 1% of all stats of every dead body you touch.
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Titles:
-Red beast (locked):a nickname given to Matthew Roberts by his former lackeys. the circumstances behind it seem to be very vague so no further information can be given.
/effect:???
Notices:- Commands can be ensured through thinking as long as the word 'system' is uttered.
-rankings can be ranged from F rank for the lowest/weakest to SS rank for highest/strongest.
-certain skills have the ability to evolve as long as established conditions are met, while others have fixed rankings or values}
{-Congratulations to the host for completing the mission! , starter package gifted ×1}
{-Congratulations to the host for clearing his first ever task!
berries×50000
Storage ring×1}
{-Mission detail: the evolution procedure that comes off as a side effect of imperfect reincarnation puts heavy strains on the host body followed by the successful system installation
-objective: undergo the process and live to tell the tale.
-reward: starter package ×1}
{ status: completed}
{ additional reward has been given}
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A couple hours later, the now bloodied Matthew opened his pair of tired eyes… Or at least he tried to, as sharp pain kept hammering like its been doing for a while, the more his eyelids moved. Deciding to close them, he got up before the cold wind assaulted his bare naked chest, causing cold shiver to sweep across his whole body.
'the hell happened to my shirt'. with a clumsy cuddle, he awkwardly picked his way upwards one by one. The white tatters of his former T-shirt are still aside, But he still has his pants and shoes on so... At least he had that going for him.
if Jacob was present he would notice something amiss with his old buddy. The paleness in his skin is not as apparent as it used to be in his past world, instead, the skin lent more on the white almost yellow side. His smooth black curls from before, black as a nightly sky, are nowhere in sight, changing to the unusual bronze brown color.
After some time passes, Matt is now able to slightly open his eyes, he gazed at the unfamiliar surroundings... The fresh spring air, cold windy descents, green hilly Vista... All took his breath away for a moment. With a long, exhausted sigh he shifted uneasily in his warm cuddle. With a silent, unchanging face he commanded "system show me my stats"
{...}
Matthew quickly skims through his own status window, feeling a little bit at a loss of words 'I seem to have reincarnated into one piece, hold on, is reincarnation the right word? , pretty sure dying means– actually, who cares anymore'. Matthew's curious but holliw eyes turned to the now bloodied grassbed he has slept on, eyeing the remains of his favorite white shirt and strains of his activites. His attention suddenly drifted to the loud sound of ocean waves crashing on the shore of the island he just transported into. Yes, it's an island, that's what he has been able to tell so far. He sauntered over to clean grassfield, arms still crossed persistently.
Every tree that greeted his sight was unexpectedly gigantic in stature, perfect and shapely, looking extra exotic with different leaf colord... Auburn, light green, reddish, and even golden... and even weirder were the trunk shapes. The flowers were fragrant, their aromatic scent flowed gently with the wind, entering Mattew's nose and easing his mind. With his perturbed soul getting calmer, the brunet noted how everything looked like their anime counterpart, albeit with unreal engine five level of graphics and scenery details. It made for a really gorgeous view of the rainforest.
'how lovely… so it's a new adventure huh?' Matthew chuckled as he issued another silent, hoarse command. Now that he thought about it he needed water and food... 'system, calculate the current time and the base it on cannon'
{... Calculating in process… Current time 6:30pm, year: 1519… time before cannon starts 2y 11m 30d 23h 59min}
'umm it's still too early to think about anything, haven't even tested my new body yet' Matthew's gaze, no longer holding the same naiveté and mildness from before, codly sharpened like a predator's. He freed his arms, clenched his fists and moved to the nearest tree in sight.
"Ha!" He punched the wood aggressively as if he was holding some kind of grudge, but he was merely venting after what his body and mind just went through, in this very unlucky day.
'Interesting, my punch would give even professional boxers a run of their money, not like they could compare to my newfound physical strength to begin with' he continued with his train of thoughts as he took a glimpse of the damage he caused... A large, cracked chunk of the tree trunk, with a deep dent in the middle.
'now to the speed…' he thought while his eyes swept through the vicinity, trying to spot a fruit tree. As far as his memories goes back, a regular fresh fruit should have enough water content and nutrients to solve his dehydration problem. He took a runner-like stance... Back arched like the moon, and feet straightened from the back... Swiftly, he shot himself like a bullet with a strong kick, something you should never do if you already suffer from severe dehydration or if you are in the woods in the middle of nowhere, but it's not like Matthew cared... Even if his body was put in danger because of his recklessness.
The sun was well by the west the time he continued his run. The slope began to flatten and crush beneath his feet. The forest road he kept track on widened and grew straight, and for a long time Matthew noticed the wildflowers and grass bushes looming in his sight.
"Hah hah hah" with a slow yet harsh stop, Matthew caught his breath. The apple tree that he luckily found gleamed under his glance.
'it should be close to 65 km/h if my calculations are correct, not bad' he thought, before picking up a long wooden stick and then climbing the tree. He gently stroke the apples, accurately, as they finally started showing signs of falling down. Matthew climbed back down to pick up his loot, taking a fresh bite and releasing sighs of satisfaction and fulfillment. He exited the forest before settling down in the grassfield he was in previously. Quietly, he gnawed at his loot as he watched the orange sunset in the distance.
'a new adventure indeed' he knew he was in for a long, gruesome ride.