~Amber~
~Amber's Apartment, Afternoon~
The reality of my situation slowly settling in I pick myself up off the floor, walking into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I brush my teeth and let down my hair before removing the compression bandages binding my chest and ribs. Noticing that like the rest of my injuries from the fall the bruises and cracked ribs paining me the day before are now gone. I say a quiet thank you and cross myself while looking up for a moment. After all the priests do say to count your blessings and considering the experiences of the day I think I'll take the advice for once. After all, you can't be too cautious after dying and being brought back to life all in a day's time. Maybe there is something worthwhile in pious actions and I can't deny the existence of the Word of God after something like this happening.
Pulling a baggy t-shirt over my head to cover my breasts I forgo slipping on a pair of shorts and simply collapse into bed ready for the day to be over and some form of sanity to hopefully return to my life in the morning. Laying there cuddled up in a pile of pillows and blankets I recall the encounter I had in the void. The absurd impossibility of it and the all too real power that practically shattered the ethereal form of my soul before reforging it and bringing me back to life. How could something like that even be possible? And though obviously possible in reflection how could it happen to me. A second chance at life. A gift from god himself. Those are things stories are written about. Not things that 18-year-old high school students experience. Once again imagining the absurdity of the experience I close my eyes.
Laying there in bed shielded from the cold air in my little-unheated apartment mind finally at rest for the day a small wind once more blows by my ear carrying the words.
“Your journey will begin tomorrow little one. For tonight rest because tomorrow the gates will open and the path you walk will begin. Will you choose to be a hero? Or will you choose to be a tyrant? Will you choose to serve kings or make them bow and beg before you? Good and evil are two sides of the same coin. Differentiated only by what side you view them from. What path I do wonder will you walk in this game little rose of winter? ”
As the words fade so does my consciousness letting me fall into darkness as the power inside my chest wells forth to change my body and let me forge a new destiny.
Stirring from a deep and restful slumber I crack my eyes open shielding them from the light spilling into my room from the crack in the blinds. Gradually becoming used to the light of day I notice my vision is being blocked by a strange object that moves with my as I turn my head. Reaching out with my hand to touch it the box like object retreats to my peripheral vision allowing me to see obstructed once more. Rubbing the last of the sleep from my eyes and sitting up in bed I finally focus my attention on the strange box-like object, focusing on it calls it back to the center of my vision.
Welcome to Life’s Game Amber Rose. Player status confirmed, access to character information, class choice, status points, and skills unlocked.
Subclass confirmed, please enter character creation to choose race, class and confirm stats.
Stunned for a moment the realization of what happened yesterday sets in as I reach out to confirm the notification. doing so dismisses the screen from my vision and shifts my point of view to one of third-person as several new blue boxes replace the first.
Character Creation Please choose a race for your character. Selections can be viewed in this preview mode, body alterations and any cosmetic changes to the character should also be made at this time. Current Race Human
This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.
Quickly deciding to stay as a human for fear that any other race despite the benefits associated with their racial trait would be outweighed by the negative stigma such a change would bring. I elect to simply make a few cosmetic changes. Standing and disrobing I examine my body in detail for the first time in years. In my vision stands a woman tall of stature and of caucasian descent with white blond hair. Keeping my height the same I try the various sliders in my view tweaking my figure in a few subtle ways. slimming down my waist and upping the definition leaves my torso with a flat washboard stomach and 8 tightly packed abs. I also decide to slightly reduce my breasts while moving them slightly up on my frame to improve their overall appeal. this still leaves me with a 34 DD, nipples poking forward level with no sag in my breast. Moving to my face and complexion I think for a moment before choosing to remove the few acne scars that mar my face and follow that by slightly decrease the size of my nose while shifting my eye color to a light effervescent gray blue.
Zooming back out for a moment I look at the new character before me pondering if this is who I really want to be from now on. Deciding on a few small finishing touches I place a small smattering of freckles back over my nose and under my eyes before adding a tattoo of a rose to my left shoulder. Happy with the results I choose to confirm the creation process.
Now back with my vision in first-person, a new popup once more in the way I swipe it out of the way for a moment choosing to tackle it after a brief shower and hearty breakfast. Unsure as to rather the change in my body or just a long night of sleep has left me hungry I quickly set out several items and begin to make a hearty breakfast of eggs bacon and hashbrowns. scarfing down the food in record time to sate the rumbling in the still flat belly I hop into the shower lather up with soap for a moment before rinsing off and twisting my hair back into the signature braid that starts at the nape of the neck and hangs down to just below my butt cheeks.
With these tasks done and wanting to finish this process I sit down on my bed and once more pull the blue notifications into focus.
Class Selection Please choose a primary class for your character, sub class is preassigned and can not be edited Primary Class Sub Class Wordsmith
Being inquisitive about the sub class being preassigned I focus on it selecting Wordsmith to see if there is any information about it only to be stumped by a feeling that something is there but currently locked from my knowledge. putting it aside for later I scroll through the 30 or so possible classes many which are common like fighter, mage, ranger and bard before beginning to cross things out. I know that I want to change my personality and be more confident in this new life and since my original plan to go the Mage Academy to study magic and healing has been dashed by my failing this last semester of school I quickly disregard the pure magic options. Further narrowing my search I think t myself that I wish to focus on something my natural traits will allow me to excel at. While at the same time meeting my goal of becoming stronger and able to stand up and challenge those that would put me down. After 15 minutes or so of additional deliberation, I select my choice and close out of the class selection prompt.
Class Confirmed! - New Skills Unlocked!
Thank you for completing character creation and the tutorial, now configuring the world of Alysia. Uploading relevant strategy and system information to the player. The player may now edit settings and HUD. Death penalty configured. NPC stats confirmed. A system restart will occur in 90 seconds.
"System restart!"
I exclaim for brief second, unsure of what is happening as I hear shouts of surprise through the thin walls of my apartment. the people on the same floor I can tell are shocked and panicking as the system quickly sorts them though the tutorial. Assigning them without the option to choose NPC level access and then confirming their stats and locking their class selection before displaying a system restart notification.
90 short seconds later the world goes dark for everyone, all that is left is a prompt saying
Welcome to ALYSIA- and the Deeds of Amber Rose