Michael opened his eyes and looked around.

"These pills are pretty strong huh, thats crazy. Why am I so low, am I really a turtle?"

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Can you move?"

Michael took his first step after being crippled for over a year.

"Wow! I can actually move! But... I'm a turtle."

"Yeah... I'm God."

"Cool, God you're so great... (-_-)"

"I know, I'm God."

"So, what now? God."

"Say, Profile to look at your stats."

"Yeah..."

"You gonna say it?"

"Nyaaaaaaa!!"

"Dumbass! You can't speak as a turtle. Lol"

"Then what do I do!?"

"Just think about it."

"Profile?"

"Yeah, that's it."

Player 1 Level: 1 Passive Skills Skills Immortality  Skill Eat   Lv. 1 Stats   Vit: ??? MP: 0 Int: 5 Agi: 1 Str: 1 Def: 3 

"Wow, I’m trash, like I’m really useless."

"Yeah you are trash, and I'm God."

"I know."

"Now go do sumthin."

"Okaaay."

Michael was slowly strolling around like the turtle he was. With it being daytime he looked at the sights around him, taking in that he is actually in another world.

He saw a dead bird ahead with an arrow through it lying in the grass. It probably died from a stray shot. There were people around, but they ignored Michael and he ignored them and just focused on the bird.

"God, what should I do."

"Eat the bird."

"... but what if I don't wa-"

"Whole."

"No."

"Just eat it, it's gonna be worth it I swear."

"No, I don't wanna."

"If you don't... let's say that another car will come your way."

Michael was reluctant but slowly headed towards the dead corpse wondering how he should do it.

"Say, info, then skill eat."

"...Info, skill eat."

Skill Eat: Allows the user to use the skills and gains the stats of living things they eat.

“Why do I have to eat this. Didn't I ask to make it what I kill."

"Just do it."

"But how."

"Just go and eat it like you would normally eat food."

"Nyam, nyam, nyam"

"That wasn't nice."

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"It didn't look nice either."

"I know, it was a struggle."

"I could tell."

The bird was eaten, only leaving some feather, bones with scrapes of meat leftover and blood just everywhere. Michael waits for about 5 minutes and nothing happened.

"God, what's happening?"

"Don't worry bout it."

"But I just ate a raw bird."

"And?"

"I'm a turtle! I'm supposed to eat grass or sum shit!"

"Just wait a minute."

Finally, something happens, Michael sprouts wings on his shell. The wings were similar to that of a  white dove, well, he did eat that same type of bird.

“Can I fly with these?"

God didn't respond 

"Hello? God?"

"Yeah I'm God."

"Can I fly with these."

"........."

"Hello?"

"Yeah... you can."

Michael tried out his new wings and struggled at first but got a hang of it and soared through the skies. He was exilerated and chose to stay in the air for a while just to see the sights from above.

As he was exploring the sky, a red figure appeared, blocking him. It waited for him to make a move but he froze in place and tried to get to the ground but the fire elemental flew at him with its roaring flames, He was terrified and couldn't do anything.

The elemental got a hold of Michael and held him by the neck, it spoke in a distorted version of english.

"What are you?"

"What the fuck are you!!?"

"Hmmmm."

"Please just let me go." 

Michael struggled but to no avail and only made its grip tighten. His neck was burning from its grip and he began to lose consciousness.

"Huh? Did it die? Worthless."

Michael was thrown aside like the piece of trash he was. He landed on his shell and it was cracked but it healed near instantly, along with his burned neck.

He woke up on his back and flipped himself over with his wings. Now traumatized, he tried his best to stay clear of the skies or any open areas.

Michael made his way through the forest hovering with his wings, still suffering from the trauma of being assaulted by an elemental. He went on his journey in search of something to eat or something of the sort.

He found a small Fire Sprite sleeping on the ground. It had small embers emanating from it and seemed exhausted.

"O look it's fireboy, where's watergirl? Wait..."

Michael thought about what that other elemental did to him. He wanted revenge for what it did to him and chose to do so by eating this fire sprite. A  sprite is just a baby elemental.

Michael crept up on it slowly and bit down on its neck, it struggled slightly but because of the bite force of a turtle, it ended quickly with a loud crunch.

Level UP!

Lv.2

"Woah... I went up by a single level. That's craaaazzzzyy."

Michael didn't do anything for a while, he just spun in circles for a while, and stumbled across a flower patch and ate some flower. He also took a short nap on a tree branch.

Michael woke up 30 minutes later and was greeted by a message.

New Skills Gained!

Photosynthesis: Makes your own food using sunlight.

Pyrokinesis: Allows the user to manipulate fire without the use of mana.

Create Fire: Allows the user to create fire. Uses 8 MP.

States Gained! 

+2 Agi +1 Int +1 Str +5 Def +10 Mp

“Seems pretty cool, so how to do this, maybe I use my mind?"

And so he did, Michael wasn’t really shocked when all he could have conjured up was just a small ember. 

"As expected from a fucking turtle, at least I can do something now."

Michael played around with the ember and learnt how to control it after a while. He attempted to conjure a second ember but felt an unbearably sharp pain in his chest (plastron) but the second ember still appeared.

"What the fuck, it lasted a second but that shit hurt."

"It's cuz you used too much mana."

"Really? I thought I just wouldn't be able to use it anymore."

"Nah, in this world, in exchange to cast the magic, you have to go through something like a mini heart attack."

"Can people die from these mini heart attacks."

"Yeah but it's not like an actual heart attack, it's more like a stab to the chest."

"Can I die from it?"

"No, you can't, cuz, like I said it's more like a stab, you'll recover."

"Can I just keep casting magic?"

"Yeah, you just have to deal with the pain and the worst thing that can happen to you is that you pass out."

"Cool. Thanks God."

"Yeah"

Michael knew that he couldn't kill anything on his own just yet, so he decided to grind for levels, it’s what everyone should do at least once in their time playing video games all their life.

He had a life in video games and the first one he played was Pokémon, he didn't care about that bullshit Ash called friendship. All he saw were stats and move sets.

Whenever he'd play a mmo or rpg based game, he'd always become too strong for his level, countless nights with no sleep just grinding.

And so Michael set off on his non stop grinding journey in the same forest he's been in the whole time. All he would do is burn birds till they were ash, eat their babies and level up all three of his skills at the same time.

He didnt really need to eat since he can make his own food, he just did it for the stats. Michael would do this until he thought that it was enough.

“What Level am I now, lets have a look. Profile.”

Player 1 Level: 9 Passive Skills Skills Immortality  Skill Eat   Lv. 5 Photosynthesis   Screech   Lv. 1 Flight Create Fire   Lv. 8 Pyrokinesis   Stats   Vit: ??? MP: 10 Int: 7 Agi: 6 Str: 3 Def: 6

"I don't think birds will cut it anymore. My stats still look like shit, but I don't really know what I should be comparing it to."

Michael looked up at the sun and saw that it was noon and wondered if this is all that he's supposed to do. He just kept thinking about what was next. So he set himself a goal of his own, to find people.