Hello there! My name is Edgard Allen Poe. And I'm dead.
No no no! Don't worry! I'm fine now! Well, almost fine. Nah, let's be honest: I feel like shuck.
But I'm dead now, so hey! Who the hell cares?
Can't a regular friendly fella walk over the park without getting struck by a freaking lighting? What are the chances of that happening, anyways? No, don't tell me. Unless you want me to further sink in the demential abyss of depression, I'd rather you kept the cosmically low numbers to yourself.
As for now, this is what I know:
...
Yeah, that's it. I don't know a damn thing. It was the lightshow, the crackling bolt, and then waking up here. If this is even a here. For what I know, it might as well just be the existential void of death...
And this thing keeps ticking me off!
What is it? It feels like I'm sucking something through my skin. It's disgusting...!
And...
it feels good?
Why does it feel so good?
You have accumulated the sufficient experience to level up. Congratulations!
Goddangabit, man! You made me jump of my skin there! Don't you know what 'tapping someone's shoulder' means? It's meant to give heart attacks to people when you talk to them!
Wait, level up?
Edgard Allen Poe
--- General
Level: 2 (1%) Specie: Alamo Seed Health: 5/5
Class: Seed Magic: 5/5
State: Confused
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Skills
Absorption: Transforms absorbed nutrients into experience, health and mana.
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Uhhh, that explains a lot of things.
So, here's my crazy theory. A lightning hit me. I died. Then I reincarnated in a litRPG world. As a random seed.
It's definitively the craziest thing I've heard today. And the guy who lives (well I guess it's 'lived' now) below me thought the Netherlands were developing alien mechas and the were after him. Good ol' Joey, he's a nice fella when he's not running away from secret organizations or preparing for the next zombie apocalypse. Which is most of the times.
But back to the point.
I'm apparently a... seed.
I don't have the sufficient amount of mental power to digest this so I'll leave it at that and move on.
First things first, what I can feel.
I feel something constantly weighting me down. That's probably dirt. And I say probably because it could be a chunk of cosmic jelly for all I know. Then, I feel some sort of shell around me. Most likely the seed's husk. There's also some sort of... prolongation sprouting from behind the shell. I can feel something being sucked from there. The newborn plant, perhaps? That plant is me, though, so I should say 'I am sprouting'.
I'm sprouting out of a seed. Well, there's a phrase I never thought I'd say.
So what next?
... Nothing?
I'll have to wait until I absorb enough experience to get me out of this shell?
Man, that's boring.
Oh, I know. I'll ramble a bit... With myself. In a dark, cold place... And all the sudden it started looking less like a good idea and more like a pathway to insanity. But, well, I have nothing better to do, do I? If I go nuts, at least that'll keep me from getting bored.
You have accumulated the sufficient experience to level up. Congratulations!
Already? I mean, I'm sure it wouldn't take me much to get from lame newly hatched seed to lame newly hatched seed +1, but that's faster than expected...
As a side effect of leveling up, you have unlocked a racial skill: Hibernation
Hiber~ what?
Edgard Allen Poe
--- General
Level: 3 (1%) Specie: Alamo Seed Health: 5/5
Class: Seed Magic: 5/5
State: Confused
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Skills
Absorption: Transforms absorbed nutrients into experience, health and mana.
Hibernation: The individual enters a deep slumber, and boosts all passive skills tenfold.
Aha! The perfect skill for a man in my situation! It'll save me the crazy mumbling and speed up my growing ratio.
I wonder, how do you...
... activate...
... the... skill...
...
Hibernation process has started. Three days before next species evolution.