This world was cold...
Unforgiving, resolute filled with filthy scums hiding and scheming all around.
Specters, wraiths, ghosts, monsters , dungeons from the abyss with all kinds of nightmares haunted the world peace but if you think they were the only enemy you couldn't be more.
The greatest enemy of humans is none other than the human itself.
Trash who are the actual devil in human skin hiding and playing all around.
That was dirt that lay beneath the beautiful facade of a vast world.
The world was modern yet ran on a primitive hierarchy, consisting of Royals and nobles.
But instead of noble ranks categorically dividing people, they segregate higher class families, the middle-class commoner, and the lowest-class peasants.
While commoners were working class and resided in important towns and cities working under the rule of noble families, peasants were those people who lived in scattered villages, usually farming.
The main differentiating point from being a commoner to a peasant was that the commoner had a title in name while the peasants did not.
Lukas belongs to a peasant family and doesn't have a surname but the hunter who saved him put him into an orphanage which wasn't just a normal one.
It was a branch of the organization that festered the young ones who lost something important, fueling their hatred to grow strong and make use of them but Lukas wasn't taken care of properly cause he didn't show much prospect.
Hatred...
That was all he had.
Sadly,he was all talk not bright..
DRIP!DRIP!DRIP!
Beads of water dropped and slid down my body cleansing the filth that struck my body.
As I raised my chin, what reflected in the mirror was a brutal dead eye lacking any shred of emotion.
Looking at it I couldn't see any resemblance of humanity in it.
A body malnourished, starved, and broken.
The only good thing was the handsome face.
Raising my fingers, I rubbed my face for a bit.
"Why?"
"What good a great face would do with no ability except bringing trouble?"
SCRATCH!
I dug my finger in my cheek wanting to tear this face apart.
"I hate it...I hate this face...I hate this existence...I..."
Thinking that I was trapped alone in a desolate space with darkness while these fucker enjoyed, then started playing Batman and went on to lose everything without being able to do significance pricked me.
"AHHHHHGHGH!"
I shrieked letting out a moanful cry and punched the face in the mirror.
BANG!
CRACKLE!
BANG!BANG!BANG!
"I hate you...I fucking hate and everything in this world."
"I HATETETETETHATEHATETTTT!"
A gurgling sound echoed as water from the shower drained into my mouth as I screamed nevertheless I kept on screaming like a madman.
I felt the grip of my sanity sleeping away that I desperately tried to hold on to.
For that, I need to vent...
To vent on something.
Bloodborne
Never have I thought that the game to which I almost dedicated my life scrambling all the details to not leave any plot undone would become the rope that wrapped around my neck.
I would be happy if I was reborn here normally like any other but that fucker...
He messed with me.
He trapped me in the coffins of solitude only to make me end up in such a weak bastard body ranked at the very last without any deeming quality.
I was a perfectionist.
Everything I do I strive for the best.
No matter what I have done, I always dominate.
For me, mediocrity is a weakness...A sign of patheticness.
Whether it was studying,playing, fighting, or other, I always stood to stop drawing envy from others but nowโฆ
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Finishing my guttural maniac screams, I paced out of the bathroom, and looked at a single white room.
It has a wardrobe, a bed in the center, a table beside it, and a chair.
A small yet comfortable place despite being the lowest-ranked dorm.
Dressing up, I sat up on the bed to free up my mind and decided to check my stats which I only dared after puking up a bit of my frustration cause what I might see next might decide my entire life course of actions.
Name: Lukas Star
Class:None
Species:Human
Combat Rank: Spark.
[Stats]
- Strength: 0.4
- Dexterity: 0.7
- Constitution: 0.2
- Agility: 0.7
- Perception:0.9->>1.4
-Wisdom:0.1->>0.8
- Will power:1.2-->>9.8
- Mana Capacity: 0 --> 1.5
Potential:3
Ability
-None
Weapon Mastery
- Dagger Style (Novice)--89%
- Archery(Adept)--12%
Spells
-None
Talents/Blessings
-None
Blessings
-None
Skills
-None
Squinting my eyes to look at it, I massaged my forehead.
"This....This was the biggest piece of dark shit I have ever seen."
After playing and finishing the main scenarios you can play other characters in that he tried to narrow down the lowest one where the guy had at least 1 in each which is standard stats for an awakened.
Generally an awakened is a person who awakens the ability to sense the presence of mana allowing him to gain access to the stat screen, which was a form of blessing from the Gods.
And mostly, they have standard stat if 1 in most if not all allowing him to grade at realm Spark.
"With this, I don't think I can even survive the first trial. Let's talk about that later. I would be eliminated in the first month due to failing a physical test and with a limit of 3, it's harder to go ahead."
I decided to stop crying and go through everything first.
As it could be seen, stats meant whatever they meant. Strength stat was the strength output of your body; dexterity was the smoothness that your body was able to respond to the commands your brain gave, while the constitution meant the physical capacity of your body.
Perception meant the strength of your senses and the way you were able to grasp the things happening around you, and wisdom was your ability to control the mana, and mana capacity was as it says.
Ability refers to the special ability or power you acquire. Weapon mastery depicts the proficiency of the weapon you use.
Ability, skills, and arts all are segregated into...
Novice
Adept
Expert
Master
Legendary
Mythic
Divine
Novice is the lowest that of a newbie while Divine refers to the God-level stage.
Talents or blessings refer to the special ability you are born with or inherited. The reason there is a slash blessing besides talents is cause all the big families who rule out there have some god to bless them or have inherited talents from their ancestors.
For example, some people are born with the talent to manipulate fire while some are blessed by the God of Fire allowing them to use fireโฆ
Blessings may or may not be inherited by talents who were mostly inherited.
Blessing is a double-etched sword cause God can fuck you any time he pleases for his entertainment. If your action doesn't please him he might take it away leaving you to grovel at his feet that's why supremacy and hierarchy exist.
The last was skills, the only thing that can be molded easily and acquired.
With a look, I understand what the pointed arrow means. These particular stats changed after I took over after all these stats related to the spiritual soul rather than the physical body.
"It's good that my willpower is around 10 still after so much suffering I wished it was more."
"With willpower, I might be able to negate and get some things before the Arcs starts."
Archon Academy
A place that prepared humanity for upcoming dark times against the evil vying for the world was in no way peaceful.
It was gruel and cruel.
Unlike others, it openly supports bullying and abuse as long as they don't witness live action. The upper facility won't bat an eye if you die unless you are from some noble family but if you can kill without leaving any evidence you are safe.
The reason for such cruelty was the fraudulent belief that if you can't survive here how can you survive against the hellhole of advancing dangers?
However, one can't condemn the faculty it offers. Once you pass the entrance, your stay and food, accommodation is free.
That's why even though the academy hadn't started, after passing the entrance poor people like him had come in advance to live.
"But things won't be good as this is the worst time where bullies would use this time to bully others to heart content."
"With such meagre stats, I can't content against them."
Falling into deep thought, I wondered about my next course of action.
"Huh! I remember in my diary, Lukas had a dairy where he kept his writing as a way to strengthen himself. I should first write about the upcoming scenarios."
Making up my mind, I took it out from the desk but the moment I opened it, a scratching sound akin to nails scratching the sword echoed.
And out of nowhere, loud blasting noises echoed blowing my mind.
๐ฅ๊ชฎ ๐ฅ๊ซ๊ซ ๊ชฎ๊ช๊ซ แญ๊ซ๊ชฎ ๐ฅ๊ชฎ๊ชฎ๐ ๊ชฎ๊ช๊ซ๐ฃ ๊ชแ ป๐ฅ๊ซ๐ฃ ๊ช๊ช แฆ๊ซ๊ช๐ฅ๊ซ
๐โ ๊ชถ๊ชถ ๊ช๊ชฎ๊ช๐ฃเชก๊ซ๊ชถ...๐โ ๊ชถ๊ชถ๊ชถ ๊ช๊ชฎ๊ช๐ฃเชก๊ซ๊ชถแ ป ๊ช๊ชแฆ ๊ซเชกแฅด๊ชฯ๊ซ ๐ฃ๊ซ๊ซ ๊ชโ แง๊ซ๐ฅ๊ช๊ช๐ฃ๊ซ.
แง๊ซ๐ฅ ๊ชฎ๊ช๐ฅ๊ชฎแ ป๊ซ๊ซ๐ฃ๊ซ ๐ฃ๊ช๊ช๊ช๊ช๊ช๐ฃ๊ช๊ชแ ป๊ชฎ๐ฃ ๊ช๊ชฎ๊ช๐ฃ๊ชถโ ๊ช๊ซ.
๊ชถโ เชก๐ฅ๊ซ๊ช ๐ฅ๊ชฎ ๊ช๊ซ แฆ๊ชฎ๊ช๐ฅ แฅ๊ซ แ ป๊ชฎ๊ชฎ๊ชถโ เชก๊ซ ๐ฃ๊ช๊ช๊ช๊ช๊ช แฅด๊ช๊ชเชก๊ซ ๊ช๊ชถ๊ชถ ๐ฅ๊ซ๊ชฎเชก๊ซ แญ๊ซ๊ชฎ ๐ฅ๊ชฎ๊ชฎ๐ ๊ชฎ๊ช๊ซ๐ฃ ๊ซ๊ชแฆ๊ซแฆ ๊ชฯ แฅ๐ฃ๊ชฎ๐๊ซ๊ช ๊ช๊ชแฆ แฅด๊ซ๊ชเชก๊ซแฆ ๐ฅ๊ชฎ ๊ซแฅโ เชก๐ฅ.
๊ช๐ฅ ๊ชถ๊ซ๊ชเชก๐ฅ โ แ ป ๊ช๊ชฎ๊ช ๐โ ๊ชถ๊ชถ ๊ช๊ชฎ๊ช๐ฃเชก๊ซ๊ชถแ ป ๊ช๊ชฎแญ๊ช๊ชฎ๊ช๐ฃ เชก๊ชฎ๊ช๊ชถ แญ๊ชฎ๊ช๊ชถแฆ เชก๐ฅโ ๊ชถ๊ชถ ๊ซแฅโ เชก๐ฅเชก ๊ช๊ชแฆ ๐ฅ๐ฃ๊ช๊ช๊ซ๊ชถ ๐ฅ๊ชฎ ๊ชฎ๐ฅ๊ซ๊ซ๐ฃ แญ๊ชฎ๐ฃ๊ชถแฆ แฅ๊ช๐ฅ โ แ ป ๊ช๊ชฎ๊ช แฆ๊ชฎ๊ช๐ฅ.๊ช๊ช๊ช๊ช๊ช๊ช๊ช๊ซ๊ซ๊ซ๊ซ๊ซ๊ซ๊ซ
[๐๐ ๐โ๐ผ ๐โ๐ผ ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ผโ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐๐ผโ ๐๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ธ๐โ
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐๐ผ๐...๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐๐ผ๐๐ฝ ๐ธโ๐ป ๐ผ๐โ๐ธโ๐ผ โโ๐ผ โ๐๐พโ๐๐๐ธโ๐ผ.
๐พ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝโ๐ผโ๐ผ โ๐โโโโโ๐โ๐ฝ๐โ ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐๐ผ.
๐๐๐๐๐ผโ ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ป๐โ๐ ๐น๐ผ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐โ โ๐โโโโ โ๐ธ๐๐๐ผ ๐ธ๐๐ ๐โ๐๐๐ผ ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ผโ ๐ผโ๐ป๐ผ๐ป ๐โ ๐นโ๐๐๐ผโ ๐ธโ๐ป โ๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐.
๐ธ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐๐ผ๐๐ฝ โ๐๐๐๐๐โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ป ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธโ๐ป ๐โ๐ธ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐โ๐ผโ ๐๐โ๐๐ป ๐น๐๐ ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐โ๐.๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธ๐ธโโโโโโโ]