“Son, I gave every last dollar we had to get you an account. Are you sure you can make us money back?”
“Promise father! I’m as good as a legendary blacksmith! Will the smuggler be able to take me into the king’s game?”
Jacob worked at a blacksmith shop with his father and grew up in poverty, unable to enter into the game that his rich peers from Centurion High got to enter.
However, in the game Centurian United, real skills from the real world made a huge difference in player outcomes, which the genius game inventor, Exa-damien, wanted so the king’s knights would train harder and gain more skills lest an orc invasion happen in the near future.
Unfortunately, for Jacob and his family, with ten of his siblings suffering from ailments thanks to his fecund father and his lack of judgment , it was up to him to try and find funding before nine of them died from diseases that required huge bounties to overcome .
And today, the smuggler had just arrived to sneak him into Centurian United. He had on all black, and yet he knew the man underneath the mask, the legendary bandit from the Guild Folklore. His father had inquired about a small hut for his son to live in, in the boundaries of the entrance for Centurian United. And now was there time to leave. Like a massive leaf forced to be torn from its branch, Jacob knew he’d no longer be allowed back to his home.
He looked at the ten bed stack of his sick sisters and prepared to leave. Nine sisters coughed before he could exit. It may be a joke to those that learned of his story in the future, but for some reason, like a king in the past, he could only have sisters after he had Jacob. And the six of his moms who tended to the children waved goodbye.
After that, he darted to the fence, and watched a team of snipers notch arrows and fire shots of flaming fury into the outposts that glimmered out streams of light.
And with that, Jacob had a straight shot into the game world. In the confusion of the darkness, he ran towards the fence made of blue light and felt his body instantly disappear into a world full of darkness.
Player Jacob has gained access illegally to Centurian United
Class of Rogue has automatically been assigned. Exception 52X7 activated, warranting immediate teleportation to the land of the black fire mountains.
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Name has been chosen… Thundersmith…
Stats roll 98 / 100
Player has assigned stats…
Thundersmith
Class: Dark Rogue
Subclass: Blacksmith (unlocked)
Dexterity: 45 (+15)
Defense: 10
World Conglomeration Stat: +15
[You have skills in blacksmithing that are well above the average player in Centurian United. Therefore, your world congolomoration status, an incorporation of your real world abilities into your strength, has given you a slight edge against those of a similar level.]
[Mission Activated: Find a blacksmith’s stone in Hartled Village]
[Reward: A scroll of enlightenment (Increases blacksmithing potential]
[Extra Reward: Access to a forge]
I forgot that the system is able to access your memories and choose your character name for you… Thundersmith… It has a nice ring to it.]
You have been granted level -1 access to Main Fortress Town
Your wanted by the lowest level of the king’s men.
And… here we are…
A flash of light, and a burst of wind, revealed a grassland full of thousands of different players running to and fro quest lodges.
He had to fit in. He turned and found the smuggler standing next to him, holding a pair of clothes.
“Here, put these on. Afterwards, you’re on your own kid.”
“Did you have to kill anyone?” Jacob curiously asked. “Can they even die at the border?”
“They will respawn. And yet my daggers wish for their death.” Tony smiled and waved goodbye to the kid. “See me again if you ever make it passed the Sharp Mountains. My guild will welcome you with an invitation if that day comes.”
“Thank you…” Thundersmith accepted the clothes… “Now… just to put these on.”
An hour later,
Jacob walked down main street in a rabbit costume. He felt embarrassed. The suit was meant to cover up his rogue attire that couldn’t be taken of.
He had to get to the forest, avoid the guards, and he needed to find a party to do it. But with the looks he got, whether it was from the beautiful silver swordsman or the adroit tank, he wasn’t feeling too good about this outfit.
“Are you giving out quests?” Some girl leaned towards him and asked him. “I’ve never seen such a dumb looking NPC.”
“I’m actually wearing this because I lost a bet to a brother of mine… Do you need someone for your party?”
“Heh, I’d rather not work with a rabbit.” She rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you try asking an NPC. A loser like you won’t get a party with anyone like me. Sorry.”
I’ll pay you back some day for saying that.” Jacob could see a screen name floating above her head. In this world, that was part of both reality and a game, he had new abilities. He could see information on anyone at a glance, thanks to the system created by the genius Exa-damien.
I’ll remember you Tirana…
He turned and looked behind him at the dozens of shops full of NPCs… One of them ought to be willing to help them. And an hour later, sure enough, he had a team of three NPCs, standing at the edge of town, holding pitchforks while he walked to get his first quest.
“Well, it’s better than nothing…”
New Quest Received.
Defeat the Grand Slime and collect its shells
Reward: The Coyote Hunt (Special Mission)