Adam Scoutman is started to getting fed up with this sands. It's got in so many places, his shoes, his shirt, and even his pants. It's scrapped againts his skin and make it itch. It's also irritated his eyes.

There is also the matter of the sun, which he feels as if it's directly a few meters up his head, cooking him alive.

He is just relaxing in front of his tv, and then suddenly, he is in this goddamned desert.

He is bumbling in the sands for a few minutes, trying to makes sense of all of this.

When he couldn't bear the sun on his back anymore, he started walking in search of a source of water, an oasis or something.

And then, as if all of this couldn't get any weirder, he started to encountered strange creatures.

For example, right now, he is staring at a brown lizard, with a singular bulbous green eye and a slitted red pupil, that also have ridge all over it's body.

It's the span of his thigh without it's tail and have a three-toed paw with a very sharp-looking black claws.

That also staring right back at him.

It's perched atop a slight dune in the sand, and when Adam stopped to stare at it, it's suddenly moved surprisingly fast in it's lizard's gait.

When it's got close, it bit him in the leg, startled, Adam kick his leg to throw it's loose.

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It's flew away with a bit of his flesh in it's mouth.

Adam, who finally simply have had enough, stalked towards the lizard and stomped on it untill it died. And then, a few more for good measure.

A flash of light and a message.

[Congratulation, you have got a new class!]

[Barbarian! Level 1!]

[Accept: Yes/No?]

And that, is how Adam Scoutman, entered his new journey on this magical island with a [Barbarian] Class.

Inside the chest, he found a pair of leather fingerless gloves with studded iron on it's knuckles.

It's strange, but he got a bigger problem, like how to get out of this fucking desert. So, he just shelved it for later though, wears the gloves, and resume his walking with a bit of a limp where the lizard got his leg.

He walks for hours across the desert with the sun shining on his back. Untill the sun goes down, and the air became chilly in the night.

He sleep under a dune to protect him from the wind that night, with nothing but the cloth on his back to separated him and the sands.

Came morning, he continued on to search for waters, he is feeling the effect of dehydration already.

He is exhausted, stumble a few times, rolling down a dune, when he stopped rolling, he just lay there, resting for a bit.

When he feels rested enough, he gets up and saw, in the distance, a river.

He started running towards it with the last of his energy, like a man dying of thirst.

Once he gets there, he kneel, cupping both of his palms, and immediatly shoving the waters to his mouth.

He choughed a few times because of how fast he does it, but he didn't cares.

When he busy doing that though, a sound reached his ears.

"Hello?" Said a voice.

There, across the river, in the gloriously green filled landscape, stood a person.

He is a black haired, white skinned, and of average heights of a teenager. In his hand, he hold a black and white short sword. His cloths, Adam noticed, have a few holes in it, and he looks like he had gone through a few fights.

A person? Adam though. Does he know how i got here? And why?

Before he could asks his question, though, the person across the river beat him to it.

"Hello?" He repeated. "Can you understand me?"