Beginning Assimilation
Assimilation Complete
Letter by letter, the words appeared in front of Sam. Guess even I can't drink that much without having hallucinations thought Sam. What's this Assimilation stuff? Probably something I've read; seems familiar. Sam reached up to touch the letters ignoring the fact the whole inn had become rowdy. People were shouting and, like him trying to touch the words. His hand simply fazed through without parting the words. Without care for the phrases in the air, he listened around to see what others thought of it. Alan, Simon and Firdan simply started into thin air - presumably the words - while Katherine used them as an excuse to touch Alan. Shaking his head, he looked over to the man who had called his name before - The man he named Ay.
"What does it mean 'assimilation'?" He asked out loud, pulling out his phone, fumbling to type in his sober state.
"Pretty sure it means something like absorb...?" answered a man nearby, in the form of a question.
A man stood up similar to Alan and shouted excitedly, "I know what this is! It's like integration. We're being pulled into a multiverse."
"Ay, shut your mouth, Jonny, nobody believes your bull" shouted a man angrily raising a fist at Jonny. Jonny's blue eyes darted around, trying to encounter someone else's, finally, landing on Alan.
"Alan you must know something abou-"
Analyzing Natives of Planet #31304568
Scanning Complete
Analyzing Terrain of Planet #31304568
Scanning Complete
Nature Insufficient
Crea-
"AYO WHAT! Terrain insufficient? We have a massive variety of mountains, forests and lakes. How dare some measly letters. Which definitely arent... floating in the air..." Ay yelled, faltering near the end.
Talking to words won't help. But they do stop when someone starts to speak. Sam looked up at Katherine, who had stopped trying to caress Alan, and stared at her own words - her eyes wide. Jessica had the same reaction, and as Sam peered around, he noticed everyone did too. Except Alan, Si, Fi and him. Sam wanted to speak up, but his body wouldn't respond. He was nervous to speak up in front of everyone.
"Everyone, listen up! If we keep talking, new words won't appear so don't stop," exclaimed a man.
However, he was instantly shut down by both Alan and Jonny. "No, we must let the System do what it wants," explained Alan. "I admit I know what is happening but not too much. But what I do know is to give in. Let the words appear. If anyone talks again, they will have to face me"
"Are you threatening us?" exclaimed an aggravated Ay.
"Yes, but it seems I won't have to," Alan replied, after a pause, rowling the people in the bar up for barely a moment as new words appeared.
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"Are you threatening us?" exclaimed an aggravated Ay.
Why don't they simply listen? They didn't even ask what the System is. Maybe except that Sam, looked like he wanted to say something. Well, doesn't matter, he said you can't stop the System, so it will happen.
"Yes, but it seems I won't have to,"
Creating Tutorial
Tutorial Mode #38 Decided
Commencing Transportation of Race Human
Alan felt his whole body shift. His consciousness moved. He could feel it striking out at him. The first stage. Anyone too mentally weak will die he sighed. Luckily he had told Simon and Firdan so they would live. He closed his eyes; counting the seconds as they passed. Thirty...sixty...ninety eight and Alan snapped his eyes open to see himself in a black void...or was it white? It kept shifting so he couldn't tell. Second stage. It's deciding our classes. Alan didn't care about his class. He knew what he would get and he was happy. As he reminisced about his past life he thought about the entity he had met. It had chosen him. He knew some basic factors about the Hub - what all thirty million planets were collectively called.
Please Pick Your Class:
Special and Hidden Classes Detected
Main Classes:
1. Cleric - Just heal your team and don't die
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2. Warlock - Blast everyone as hard as you can
3. Rogue - Choose only if you think your cool
4. Gladiator - I wish you luck with this painful path
Special Classes: 1 Detected
1. Gunner: Roulet - Spam with your SMG
Sniper - Snipe
'£$"%> - You're simply bad if you choose this
Hidden Classes: 1 Detected
1. Big Boy's One: Congratulations! You have been chosen by the god Big Boy! Please piss him off.
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What? What was he supposed to say? It looked like a trash version of a rip-off game created in a few seconds. Alan knew that a god chose this setup, but it was a god! Surely it wouldn't make it as... as... Alan sighed. So that's a broken class. If I recall correctly he said that it was cursed but absurdly strong; most people who chose it end up dying. There's usually one for every Special Class. Focusing on Big Boy's One, he chose the class.
You have chosen the Hidden Class Big Boy's One. Please choose your chosen stat:
STR AGI WIS POW END
Not many to choose from. Focusing on chosen stat Alan received another pop-up
STR: Strength - Overpower your enemies with it. Linked to Health
AGI: Agility - Run, run, run. Determines your speed
WIS: Wisdom - How well you can control Mana and make stuff go BOOM. Yes, magic is real. Linked to MP
POW: Power - The abusing stat
END: Endurance - How much you can tank without being massaca- scarred. Linked to Stamina
Alan was fuming. Who in their right mind gives descriptions like these, when they could determine their life!? Not to bloody mention that Power was simply labelled the 'abusing stat'. He had said nothing about the Power stat so it was something absurdly badass or a literal waste. Pondering over it for a few more seconds Alan took a deep breath and focused on STR.
Stat STR chosen. Well done on not dying and good luck on it too.
The Tutorial will include 2 parts each lasting 2 weeks.
Part 1 will be training with people with the same class as you or with dummies.
Part 2 will be separated into 2 parts as well.
One part where you get to slaughter other hum-ERROR
Part 2 will not be separated into 2 parts.
Part 2 will consist of remaining Race Humans to be sent to Tutorial Planet #245873 and forced to survive.
Good Luck and Good Bye.
When Alan met the person responsible for this he would slaughter them ten-fold. Suddenly his vision went dark as he felt himself moving at light speed. Alan endured as he knew that he would have to reach this kind of speed too. No, much higher. He would reach the pinnacle and defeat the System-Chosen and the System itself. But before then, he would have to survive as the weakest of the Hub.
Alan's vision started to clear as he (saw) a colossal stadium spanning as large as... hundred? No, at least two hundred football stadiums below him. Within it, he saw a couple hundred thousand littered around. Alan smiled when he saw the recognisable figures of Simon and Firdan. Judging by Firdan's outfit he was definitely a gunner - maybe even the broken one. However, Simon wore a black cloak with skulls on his shoulders. Hidden Class Alan thought as he was brought down to the stadium. Walking towards his friends, he felt something was wrong with his body. Probably the stat bonuses.
"Hey Si, Fi. You good?"
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What did Alan mean? He wouldn't have to threaten has? Didn't he already do it? Sam shook his head, trying to read people never worked for him. His social skills were absolutely horrendous. No, probably worse. Amid his thought, more phrases appeared.
Creating Tutorial
Tutorial Mode #38 Decided
Commencing Transportation of Race Hum--ERROR
ERROR
Progra--ERROR
CREATION #03 DETECTED
OVERWRITING SYSTEM...
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SYSTEM OVERWRITE COMPLETE
INITIATING PROGRAM #S
PROGRAM #S COMMENCING
PROGRAM #S COMPLETE
TELEPORTING CREATION #03 TO CREATION #01
INITIATING...
COMPLETE
Sam's whole body felt like it was burning. He opened his mouth to scream but he only managed to cough out blood. Spluttering he clenched his fists, hugging himself as blood poured out of his poors.
Initiating Awakening of CREATION #03
Transformation Complete
Sam opened his mouth as wide as he could, trying to scream. Shout. Anything to get help. He looked around, wishing that someone had seen his condition and moved to help him. But what met his eyes was complete and utter darkness. Not the darkness you would see at night or even in a void. It was much darker. He didn't even think it was black. Sam raised his head, trying to howl in pain. He crumbled down, and curled into a ball, closing his eyes; tasting the metallic blood, blood thundered in his ears. He wept tears of blood. Through all the pain and idea came into his head. Slowly, withstanding the incomparable pain, he managed to get into a crouching position. Lifting his head, with all his might, he brought it down; smashing it into the 'floor'.
Blood splattered everywhere and his skull was cracked. His neck snapped from the awkward position he put it in. Pain beyond anyone could withstand, flushed into Sam's body. He tried to cry but only the sea of blood answered. Sam felt his insides churn as they changed. Organ by organ he felt himself become emptier. Mentally and physically.
Just let me die wept. He wept. Not blood but actual tears. His immense pain also disappeared, as if it was never there. Sam used his hands to touch his eyes. He felt no pain. Hesitating, he moved his right hand to fully open his right eye, while lifting his left close to the eye. With as much speed and force he could muster, he poked his eye.
Waiting. Waiting more. He felt... hollow. He couldn't feel the pain and in a few seconds, his eye had regenerated. With his finger still inserted.
Sam blacked out.
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The human stood up from his chair. It is time. He has arrived. Steadily, he stretched his body; his arms, legs, back and head. He bent down and picked up eight sticks. The moment he touched them, they glowed. A golden, imposing glow filled up his surroundings. Two statues stood side by side behind him on an altar. One of a man and the other a woman. His chair was not a chair but an empty void that could barely be seen; even with the light. In front of him was a never-ending hall that looked like it hadn't been cleaned for eons. Gradually, the glow disappeared, leaving only the man and the eight sticks. With merely a thought, eight scabbards appeared on the man. Two on either side of him on his hips and four on his back. He lifted the sticks and inserted them into the scabbards, the wooden pieces casually morphed into swords. One by one they went in, and one by one they changed. Eight weeks. That is when the Last S will arrive. Six years. That is when the War of S will end.