I woke up with a start and open my eyes while millions of information overwhelm my senses and create an unending flow of questions in my head. However, all of that is flooded by an information transmitted by my main sense, the sight. In the sky, I see two moons both slightly bigger that our moon. The view by itself is breathtaking but the meaning it implies fills my body with adrenaline.
“Status …” I whisper to no one in particular.
A reality check. A way for a dreamer to know he is dreaming. Well at least it is what it’s supposed to be. There is no evidence of its effectiveness except the testimony of people online. It’s supposed to be an action that has no effect in the real world but is associated to an illogical result beforehand. Like your fingers going through your hand, phrases changing each time you read them or in my case a status window from games popping up in the air upon calling it. By the way the window did pop up, although it’s completely empty. And only a few second should have passed since I opened my eyes.
Anyways, the window did pop up, that means I’m dreaming! The adrenaline is now skyrocketing however, if it continues like this I will wake up so I try to calm myself. It is not finished yet. The next step is to question the reality. So, I try to will the window out of existence. But it stays there empty. I try again a few times but it stays here impervious to my efforts. I then shift my concentration to one of the moon and do the same only to be met by the same disappointment. I am going to try once more but a voice cut experiment short.
“Where are we?”
Soon other voices follow and I understand that I’m not alone. Standing up, I noticed a bunch of other people around me both women and men. We are all standing in a clearing. Well now that I look at them they all look to be around 18 years old, like me. Some a bit older and some a bit younger. They all start talking louder and louder and everything starts to melt into a giant buzzing sound. Annoying. However, it makes me notice something.
Everything just feels too real. There’s no trace of the haziness or the dullness of the senses that should be present in a dream. But the blue blank window in front of me is screaming the opposite. Before I can continue my cogitation, changes in the window bring my attention back to it.
Magical Game Interface started.
User registred.
Relaying pending notification.
By accessing the system before its initialisation, you have been granted the title "The hurried one"
You learn and master skills with less difficulty than the average.
It takes you less time to bring a skill to its next mastery.
Okay, even though it should be unbelievable, the fact that I was expecting it take a bit of the surprise away. But a game like system in another world, did I become a novel character? That’s fucking awesome! Wait, that means I’ll be op and get to slay mythical monster! I guess that x1.5 experience is part of the op thing …
As the first one to access the system, you are granted the ability to design your own skill.
Please define the rules and boundaries of your skill.
If not defined or if too light, rules and boundaries will be defined by the system.
Kukuku … kuhahahaha! KUHAHAHAHA!!! Hum, let’s just act like this three-steps laugh never happened. Not even in my head. Anyway, a skill huh? The list is long too long, the scrolling bar is not even a line! Well I can always make my own. So, I want something that is op as fuck … I know!
‘I want a skill that allow me to turn elements from my imagination into reality!’
You have been granted the title "The Creator".
Using the adequate tools and resources, you are able to create anything you want
Subskill linked to the title have been added.
Subskill linked to this title needs to be discovered befor being displayed.
Status
Name
Allen
Race
Human
Level
1 - (0%)
Id
0
Health
225/225
Mana
220/220
Vitality
25
Endurance
28
Strength
22
Agility
24
Dexterity
24
Perception
1
Intelligence
24
Wisdom
25
Condition
Well rested
Health regeneration
0.0025 - (100%)
Mana regeneration
0
Inventory
13/27
Wealth
0 - (22.26€)
Wait … I just got ripped off! That’s like the most basic ability of mankind! I want a refund! I don’t even know if my stats are great … Well they probably are but that's not the point. My name isn't even fully displayed, I’m not an op MC, I’m just a background character with a trash skill. Probably one that will die in the beginning … I can't even appreciate this novel like status window ...
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Now that my dreams have been crushed, I look around me. After a quick count, we are almost 50, 48 to be precise. It looks like we have been teleported in the state we were in but everyone is waking up. I can see a woman with her groceries in her hands still dazed by the situation. There is a man with the keys of his home still in his hand. There is even some people in pajamas, well at least what they are using as a pajama. And some people are really light clothed, like a boy in boxers or a girl in a nightie.
Well most of the good looking, light clothed girls have already received supplementary clothes while two merciful people who were at the gym gave their changing clothes away.
Scanning the crowd a second time, I can see that groups are forming. Mostly only boy or only girl group but there are some mixed group around the ‘natural’ leaders who amounts to 3 in this case, two boys and a girl. There are also some loners, most of them still too shocked to move and other just uneasy with groups of people. However, one of them catch my attention. It’s a slightly overweighed nerd who’s tapping in the void. Guess he didn’t realize that he could use his thoughts.
Seeing the leaders starting to gather everyone, I move my attention back to fatty to see what he will do with his new discovery. However, I start to see people sitting down then lying and soon, I want to do the same. To lie down and wait. Wait! That’s not normal!
Congratulation, you resisted a mind affliction.
As a creator, you can bend your mind to your will to visualise and create whatever you can imagine.
Your mind is impervious to mind attack.
You learned [Mind shock].
Synergy with creator created [Mind tinkering].
[Mind shock] is now a sub-skill of [Mind tinkering].
Okay so during the next 5 seconds, I need to do 2 things. First I need to get a weapon, whatever it is and then to wake up everyone from this state. Beggars can’t be choosers so I’ll settle with a thick enough branch. And I guess waking them up is already taken care of with mind shock.
Slowly I move toward the closest dead branch that won’t fall into pieces when I swing it. Then I look at the male leaders lying down and use [Mind shock]. The first one starts to wake up but as I focus on the second, a wave of dizziness appear for a second. Well, I won’t wake everyone that way. However, leader one will take care of it shaking everyone around him. I’m fairly away from him, which means I still have some time. I place my improvised mass next to me and I lean on a tree so that I can see the clearing and everyone in it. Although it means that the forest is behind me with whatever caused this, I need to take care of the situation. Without being noticed.
Using my mind tinkering skill, I try to create a skill that will allow me to whisper something to leader one who started to stand up. By the way, I can keep my eyes open because everyone has them open just not focused on anything. Back to the skill, I get it without difficulties.
You created the skill [Mind whispering].
This skill allow the user to whisper a message to the subconscious of the target.
The target must not be protecting his mind in anyway.
Pretty straightforward but that will do. Okay let’s try it. Imagining the most mystic voice I can I concentrate on leader one who already woke up 3 people.
‘Status …’
As soon as the skill is used, I feel a slight discomfort but way milder than when I used [Mind shock]. Well now I only need to wait. Anyway, He look around him to find the origin of the voice. After a few second, he gives up and finally try to open his status. I can’t hear him but I see his lips moving. I then see him frown, probably at the screen and then looking at the people currently up. I guess seeing he wasn’t the first was not to his liking. What surprised me was that he only told three other people. Guess I need to use the other leaders.
Concentrating on ‘male leader two’ who got upgraded to ‘male leader one’ since former one is too selfish for the group, I repeat the process. First wake him up then suggest him to open his status. I hope he won’t act like ‘two’ since I would need to try again with the girl leader, or worse, take care of things myself.
By the way, I finally understood the logic behind the groups or at least I think. There is mostly one person groups however, due to seeing some couples and groups of people wearing the same clothes – like students uniform or ‘party clothing’ if it’s even a thing – I guess that we were teleported or summoned or whatever with one people acting as the catalyst and the other ones being caught in because they were too close or they touched the catalyst during the … thingy. By the way we only have what we had on us which includes bags if you had one. Thus, I’m carrying my shoulder bag.
It contains a note block, basic furniture, some handouts but, most of all, my computer and all the related stuff including its charger and a charger for my phone, a black CodX, a new brand that started producing phones with an awesome OS that allowed great liberties to its users. It won’t be of much use but as an engineer specialized in coding and a big technology, old and new nerd, I hope that I will be able to use my knowledge in this new world.
A-ny-way. To my relief, he is part of the annoying ‘good guy’ club. After including his friend, two boys and two girls – which makes the ten 'first users’, probably the ten that I need to be wary of, well nine since I hope I’m not stupid enough to try to trick myself or ten if you consider I'm user 0 whatever – he gathers everyone since we have all been woken up at some point. Seeing no immediate threat, I guess that what put us to sleep is too weak to confront a group of fifty or so frail 18 years old mess. After a few seconds trying to determine the first five users, scrutinizing the crowd – he seems to have noticed fatty – number one cough to get the attention and finally take his first step as one of the leader of the group.
“Everyone please, can I have your attention?”