Information flowed into Peters head. Knowledge of bow and arrow appeared. 'I know archery.' He thought. To point and shoot is one thing, but to hit your target is another.

An ache his head, now feels. The city skyline returned as if the first floor never existed. He was back under the tower. And so was the feather

The Feathers petaled mouth wrapped around Peter's leg, catching him in surprise.

Pain, unlike anything he has ever felt before, shot up his leg.

Peter screamed. Twisting his body and kicking to wrench free from the Feather. Its mouth shut harder on Peter's leg, ravaging it.

Peter's screams echoed, he punched and pulled the Feathers mouth to free himself. Finally, he reached back for an arrow over his shoulder and stuck one in its head.

THUNK. Noise from arrow on bone came as no Suprise. The arrow bounced off yet peter continued stabbing.

The feather had no facial features for Peter to aim for, only its eerie mouth. Peter started carving at one of the petals and A screech came from the feather. Quickly its mouth loosened on his leg but then tightened even harder than it was before. Its teeth sawed deeper into his leg.

The screeching became silent and the feathers mouth stopped tightening.

"Stay still."

Peter didn't listen to the gravelly voice, he continued to try to pry the feather of his leg. A hand fell on his shoulder.

He turned to find player Daniel behind him, sword in hand, it dripped with black blood. He looked back at the monster he was struggling with; it cut in half at the waist.

Player Daniel swung his sword and the feather's upper half fell to the ground no longer attached Peter' s leg.

"You entered the tower." Player Daniel said as he peeled off of what remained of the feathers mouth on Peters leg.

Peter didnt respond and looked the puddle of blood he was standing in.

"Time moves differently in the tower. Clearing the first floor didnt do anything about the feather. However, it did save you the trouble of losing your leg.

Peter noticed another person running towards them at a distance.

"Abel!" Daniel shouted pointing at Peter's damaged leg. " Healing."

"Sorry, Im late. I came back as quick as i could." Abel spoke to Daniel then crouched to Peter's wounded leg."

The whole thigh was butchered . What was a thigh is now shredded meat. It was a miracle the feather didnt reach bone.

A green radiance glowed from Abel's hands.

Abel gave him a quick glance over. Covered with dirt and dried blood. Notice his stained name tag. "Alright Peter, first time getting healed by a player?"

Peter nodded.

" Its going to take a few moments to get your leg well again. Im gonna need you to clench your teeth hard for me, okay?"

"Why..."

Before Peter could finish the green glow started to shimmer and a sweet warmth caressed his leg. It started to tickle, it turned to pins and needles, and it became worse pain than when the feather was on his leg.

"Hngggh!" Peter let out a groan.

"Sorry! Almost done."

The flesh started to mend. From ground beef to layered muscles, his leg was healing piece by piece. Peter wondered how something so warm could be so painful.

"Done." Abel said, patting his leg. " You'll be sore for a few days but you'll be fine."

"Make sure to go to the Association and register as a player." Daniel remarked as he walked away.

"Get plenty of rest," Abel jumped up following Daniel

" Wait... he's fresh from the first floor?"

****

"Please fill out the form and hand over any identification." she handed the form with a practiced smile.

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Peter filled in the blanks with the best of his ability and handed the form and Identification card to the receptionist.

Receptionist input his data, the rhythm of clicking of her keyboard surprising Peter and the people behind him.

"Congratulations, Peter, you are now a registered player." she handed him his Identification "Your player identification card will be given to you at the next booth. Please head over there and receive it."

"Thank y-"

"Next!"

Unbothered Peter walked to the next booth meeting a man with enthusiasm similar to the receptionist from before.

"Name?"

"Peter Brooks"

"Congratulations, on becoming a player. You'll be placed at F-rank as you have just awakened and have no background related to the profession."

Reaching to a machine he pulled out a small id from it.

"This is your player card"

While talking he pulled out stamp with a crystal shining bright blue on top of its handle.

Stamping his id, the crystal started shining, moments later it stopped. Lifting the stamp no change on the id caught Peter's eye.

"On your id has all your account information for the Association forums. There you will have access to everything a player needs. Any questions?"

"Ah... no."

"Have a good day, Player Brooks."

****

Will dropped Peter off at home.

"Whose blood is that?

"Hello, mom. Peter replied, " monster blood."

"Their blood is black. Bow?" His mom pointed at his new equipment he was carrying.

" Good night." Peter replied walking to his room.