Scratch what I said earlier, life is not turning around. It is heading straight for hell, and never coming back. I just noticed one thing that will ruin my life forever, after training a bit more with the sword, and good thing came out of that. But as I was washing my face I noticed it, my scars were gone, gone! I now have perfect ivory skin, sure, people might see this as a good thing, but I don’t!

What am I going to tell people about what happened to my body? Because my body was riddled in scars.

This is bad, this is bad, this is bad…

What am I going to do? I can’t hide my face, people will think I have a disease, and I do not want a mob on me because of that.

WISDOM has increased by 1 for your thought out planning

I look at the box with shock, then annoyance. I wave it away, I can’t think about that now, and I already has one for the strength stat, slicing that thing in the air for another minute got me up for strength twice.

I think, and an idea comes to mind. What about I was elected for treatment in the really expensive hospitals, and they took away all my scars. I nod to myself, that could work actually. Confidence blooms in me. I finally have an excuse to go out! I need food! I head out the door with a confident step.

I take a long needed deep breath of clean air. Oh I needed that! I’m walking to the supermarket on the corner, I need to treat myself, is my thought at the moment. Get some actual meat rather than the processed shit that these companies call ‘food’.

Target is in sight. One very big piece of gammon. My mouth waters as I see it.

All I’m thinking is food, food, food. I swear I have the case of the zombies or else I’m just weird.

I hold it like a new born babe, my prized possession. You haven’t bought it yet; I came out of my daze as I thought that. I spot the till, I ready my money. And, of course, I don’t spot the person who’s at the till until he calls out to me.

“Umm, sir? Do I know you?” Ah crap, it’s john. A friend of mine since secondary school, and the only person who would recognise me  without the scars. But I remember my plan. I smile at him. “Don’t you remember me John?” I look him in the eyes. He looks back shocked, ah he recognises me. “Siris? Is that you?” I laugh. “Yeah, what do you think, they did a pretty good job I must say” I said in satisfaction.

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“I didn’t recognise you Siris, not until you showed me your eyes” ah yes, my only way to pick up girls with my scar-filled face was my eyes, people called it an unwavering pale blue that sent “shivers down their spines”. I let them ramble on about how special my eyes were.

“What happened man?” and so I told him of my ‘election to go to this hospital’, and he bought it straight away. I must deserve an Oscar for this come on, sure he might not be the brightest guy but still, come on.

And an award did come up, but not an Oscar, but this:

INT and WIS gain two points for deceiving your friend!

This system annoys me, I flick away the box. I tune in back into the conversation. “We should party tonight, what do you say? I’ll get the boys up from the Avenue and we’ll hit a club” a club, I haven’t been to one in ages. “Sure, why not?”

Gammon is AMAZING! Even Analyse said so, and you can’t argue with that. The flavour, texture, and temperature are all perfect. No wonder humans are omnivores; I can’t imagine humans give up this sort of taste in a hurry.

Analyse has gained a level for being so analytical about the food and the human race!

Well, that’s a nice surprise. So it can level up this way huh. I nod in deep thought, it should be like this. But one question has been on my mind since I discovered my status. Where is the magic? Where is mana? I can’t see it anywhere. I have all these fictional books, and on games magic is quite a main thing. Hell, games are made around magic, and if my life now is a game. Where is it? then a thought pops into my head. “So I have to learn everything myself huh” I said to myself.