Rousing himself, Richard put the confusing thoughts aside and decided to try and see where he could start by looking at what his current stats were.
STATUS Name Richard Solus Level 3 Age 18 Experience 420/800 Class Hero Title The Divine's Agent Stat points 4 Skill Points 5 Talent Points 1 HP 130/130 HP Regen 0.25/min MP 52/52 MP Regen 0.1/s Strength 10 Active Skills 0 Endurance 15 Passive Skills 4 Vitality 25 Talents 3 Dexterity 9 Unique Skills +1 Pending Agility 9 Rare Stats Unlocked 0 Inteligence 35 Wisdom 10 Charisma 35 Luck 30
So many things to go through its unbelievable…Hell, I’m also 18 as opposed to 23… Sighing at the words that seemed to give him headaches he held his head in his hands.
Let’s see, hero…
Hero Class
Starts with 20 free stat points, 5 skill points and 5 talent points at level 1. Every level up provides an additional 2 stat points. Every 10 levels provides an additional skill and talent point. Increases the chance of skill acquisition by 500%
Under life threatening physical exertion the skill Limit Break is invoked raising attributes by 500% for 10 s. During cooldown, attributes are halved due to exhaustion.
Cooldown: 7 days
Well that’s helpful… I wish I knew about that skill though, might have… nah, I don’t know how to fight, pretty much worthless at the moment. Shaking his head to clear up an onset of self-delusion.
Sigh, what’s this Divine Agent though? Since when?
Divine Agent Title
Those that serve the mandate of the divine.
Allows for two way communication between gods and their chosen agent.
Be warned. Those with this title can be closely monitored by the gods.
His eyes widened at the description. I didn’t agree to this you voyeurs… I would rather never encounter that woman again… In fact I’d rather suck a-… He thought angrily as dark thoughts started to seep in until being cut off.
‘Ahem, I Celia, your Goddess, have decided to grace you mortal with my melodious voice. You have done well to survive your initial encounters in the world you were sent to.’ A young female voice sounded out in his head.
Ah I knew it, I still haven’t stopped having a mental breakdown. The trauma has me hallucinating now… He thought worriedly as he closed his status and rest his head back on the pillow. Maybe some shuteye will help…
‘Uh, no mortal, I assure you that I’m quite real in fact-“
Some shuteye, water and food cures all… The first should help loads, I’ll get the others later… He thought tiredly.
’Well that’s something useful to know.’
I know right, my siblings helped me solve some migraines with that bit of wisdom. My sister usually nags me whenever I complain about them.
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‘You have siblings? That’s amazing! I’m… I don’t have any… But I have many aunts and uncles…!’
Somehow I’m envious… I’d have loved to have an aunt or uncle. Sighing he quelled his ability to run away from reality. So miss who hurt me really, really badly, to what do I owe the displeasure?
‘I’m… sorry. I won’t be able to do that again at least if it makes you feel better…Ha ha’
That was regret about not being able to do it again right!? Seriously!? I’m not a fucking masochist!
‘Your grandfather was…’ She muttered about something very private with sadness in her voice.
What was that? I didn’t hear you. Anyways please tell me about why you’ve contacted me Miss Celia. Pretending he didn’t hear anything about his stern grandfather he changed the subject.
‘Ah! R-Right… Ahem. My father noticed that the situation you’re in is largely due to one of your talents which formed… unintentionally due to me making space for your unique skill. There’s both good news and bad news. The good news is that we found a way to mitigate the negative reactions of those around you to an extent while the bad news is that it isn’t fool proof and you might experience similar situations as to your first encounter periodically. While the frequency at which these episodes is low the reaction should also be reduced in intensity.’ She explained to him like an academic trying to take a neutral tone.
I don’t think it was unintentionally by your hesitation. While the temporary solution helps, why should I trust you? Seriously, you fucked me up, badly, and now you want to try fix me? I’m sure I’ve almost died at least twice and considering the fact you tossed me where strangers could pick me up or kill me while I was in a state I can’t say I trust your judgement. Really, miss, you’re deranged if you think I’d listen to anything you have to say. Why isn’t your father speaking to me since it seems you’re only speaking to me largely due to him, huh!? He exploded angrily. He grit his teeth and held his head as his headache seemed to worsen at his outburst.
‘I… you… you shouldn’t take that tone with me when I’m trying to help you! I only… I want to make sure you understand that this is what’s best for you hero!’ She responded with what sounded like hurt and anger.
Your previous help is noted. And I’d like to understand what you think is best… He started to retort while grinding his teeth in anger and pain before another wave of searing pain shot through his head.
“AAARGH! Fuck you! Look at what you’ve done to me! You think torturing someone like this is what’s best for them!? Eat shit! Why don’t you…AHH…! Just fucking kill me already…” He shouted before starting to sob in pain as he curled up. “Just… make it stop… please…”
‘Hero…!? Richard, I’m… sorry, I… I’m in the wrong, please listen to me… my father is the one who’s going to do the fixing, but he needs permission to so… please, if you don’t trust me at least put faith in him…” She responded anxiously. “Your soul is starting to break apart again, I… didn’t know it would happen… please you have to make a decision quick!”
“Just do… it… already…” he sobbed weakly as the pain started to intensify.
Almost immediately the pain stopped. Before he could say anything an intense feeling of wrongness washed over him, as if there was something moving inside him. As quickly as the feeling came it vanished and what remained was a sense of incompleteness.
What… Just what did you do to me…? He directed through the link as an extreme sense of panic whelmed up in him. The urge to scream growing before hearing a different voice through the link.
‘Do not worry hero, as the reason for the emptiness you feel is because you haven’t decided on your skill as of yet. This is the way it was supposed to have been done when you had first been sent here. Consider your soul before as being in a state similar to shattered glass and glass powder. The wind can easily blow such away although it should have technically allowed your skill to be more powerful I can’t say that you would have been easily able to control it much less it control you.’ An old man’s solemn voice spoke out.
‘The state you’re in now… hmmm… consider it to be a bubble. While the thick outer layer is sturdy enough to maintain the structure, the stored volume inside is essentially the source of what is required to make your skill. The sooner you decide on what it should be the better as the skill needs time to diffuse into the outer layer.’ The old man concluded.
That sounds slightly more reassuring, although I can’t help but be terrified at the thought of my soul being blown away by the wind… He thought as the panic dulled down significantly. Why not do this in the first place though?
‘Ahem, my daughter was far too eager. So much so that she tried to do it on her own before any of us could make the attempt. Please don’t be too harsh on her…’ The old man sighed heavily. ‘I understand that would be asking a lot but she’s not exactly experienced nor is her domain malicious. Her original goal was to help all of us even though she caused trouble in the end.’ He muttered in resignation.
Richard didn’t know what to make of his explanation, staring blankly at the ceiling quietly. After a long time he sighed in resignation. At least I wasn’t intentionally ‘tortured’ I guess. Although the bright side of things is still pretty shit considering I’ve almost lost everything multiple times. Honestly, the situation is fucked, it’s like getting hit by a bus after its breaks failed and the bus driver just got their licence so they’re also in shit. I imagine that Celia gets punished quite a bit? A bitter feeling building inside of him at his helplessness.
‘That’s correct…’ the old man’s voice carried a similar degree of helplessness.
The only thing I can do is accept the result of the past few days in that case. Being angry solves nothing. Not like I can do anything about it. He thought as he closed his eyes and realised how just weak he felt.
‘For what it’s worth young hero, at least things can get better from here on out. Originally your grandfather was supposed to be brought here, so consider that fortune and misfortune walk hand in hand,’ the old man’s soothing voice came out.
Hearing something even more depressing Richard laughed. He could only laugh at the absurdity of the situation. His laughter growing as he saw the worried faces of Fiona and Abigail as they came through the door.
Tears falling down the sides of his face as he continued to laugh, he brought up his hands to hold his head.
“Someone wake me up and tell me ‘it’s just a prank bro’,” he spoke through his laughs that were turning into breathless sobs.
“Seriously… if this isn’t a fucking joke, I don’t know anymore…” He muttered while ignoring the questioning voices of the two girls in the room.