Ttaa 16) System Apocalypse
System day came.
I know that everyone knows what happened that day. After all, everyone, other the Imogene and other people born or reborn on other worlds, heard the initial message, which was the same for everyone, and then we all got our classes.
And then… Nothing. No more messages, no stats sheet that defined us as ability scores, and no class abilities.
Nothing.
But my day went a little different.
I got the other messages. Still not sure why.
Maybe I got more fans than I think.
[ Attention people of Earth ]
I didn’t question the fact that words in a blue box were floating in the air above my face, I just rolled out of bed, nearly killed myself tripping on the ankle bag, then reached up from the floor to slip the Ready2go bag’s shoulder strap from the back of my “putting on my shoes” chair and over my head.
Questions ran through my head. Do I get dressed first or just grab the Oh Shit bag? How much time do I have? "Imogene! Wake up, it's time!"
[ You have been graced with becoming participants in the Grand Tourney ]
I got to my feet and began to pile my boots and clothes from the night before on top of the big Duffel bag before lifting it in front of me and clutching it to my chest with both arms. I had sweats and a tee shirt on, it would have to do for now.
[ Over the next few days all of you will go through the tutorial ]
My sister opened my bedroom door, yawning as she stood there in her loose knit short bike pants and one of our mom’s oversized sleeping tee shirts, which had been big on Mom but was huge on Imogene.
[ Then the fight for your survival begins ]
[ Fight! Level! Survive! ]
She stared at me in confusion, and then her eyes went wide. "Wha… What happening? Wait, don't go, let me get the ring!"
Then she ran off towards her room.
Ring?
[ Class granted ]
[ Prophet of the Age Unique Class obtained ]
[ Lifetime achievements calculated ]
[ Title granted: Forlorn ]
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[ Title granted: Goblin friend ]
[ Title granted: Dragon Slayer]
[ Title granted: Defender of the Breach ]
[ Title granted: Hero’s First Mentor ]
Wait, doesn't the Mentor normally buy it in the second act?
[ Extra worldly victories detected ]
[ Level 2 granted ]
[ Level 3 granted ]
[ Level 4 granted ]
[ Level 5 gra---
-{No.}-
Why is that one red?
Imogene ran back into my room with our Mom's high school graduation ring in her hands, both of which she had held out in front of her as if she was going to shove the ring at me. Instead, she slowed to a stop and tilted her head to the side while looking at me with a bemused look. "Huh? Whatever, take this. Rub the stone to access everything inside."
[...what? Who? ]
-{ The one thing my Champion asked was that his mother and sister would be taken care of. }-
-{ And you... you... little insufferable construct are going to put them in a sick death game?}-
-{ Break my Word to the one who gave everything? Make me an Oathbreaker? }-
-{ Not. Going. To. Happen. }-
-{ Horrid thing }-
\\\ You tell him. I own some people on this world as well, and I got your back Sister ///
And now a Gray box.
-{ Thank you. But I do not need anyone’s help. }-
[ What is happening? Who are you? What are you? ]
Imogene pressed the ring into my hands as I stared at the various floating boxes filled with words that appeared in front of my eyes. She closed my hands shut over the ring and then started doing something with circles of light around me and her eyes.
-{ I am one who is above you. }-
-{ And this world is more than your plaything }-
-{Mote }-
[ By what right do you have to stop me? ]
-{You little… Fine. Let’s discuss this in person. See you soon}-
OO Kick it’s ass OO
\\\ You go girl ///
[ What? No. You can’t be here! How is there even---
(: This is going to be the most epic beatdown I have seen this age. :)
And that was it.
Looking over at Imogene, I asked her, “Does the term Prophet of the Age mean anything to you.”
She slowly shook her head. “What just happened?”
"I think someone, or something, just got to find out what it's like when someone overwhelming powerful decides to mess with you. And I can't think of anyone who deserved it more than it."
Addendum:
So after I calmed down, showered, and got dressed, the two of us sat down to eat and Imogene explained the ring.
Someone had asked her if she had an inventory space since she did dimension magic.
After they explained what that was, and my sister did some research, she decided to make one.
Imogene wanted me to note that she did a lot more than read some Lit RPG books or research video games, she got into some advanced math at a level I couldn't even keep track of what she had read through or what all of it was called.
Which is why it took her a couple of weeks to create what amounts to a pocket universe accessible through Mom's Amethyst stone set in her high school class ring.
White gold by the way. Because of some book she read once.
The space was only about twice the size of a steamer trunk on the inside, and it's a one to one time ratio with wherever the ring is, but she filled it up with things she thought I might need.
Soap for one, and a comb with some safety razors.
It’s nice to know my sister sets such standards for me looking good.
She also duplicated some of the stuff in my Ready2go bag and the Oh Shit bag and put absolutely nothing from her secret government job that civilians shouldn't have. No sir, not a single thing.
The ring was a little too small to fit on any of my fingers, so I put it on a chain around my neck.
When I, and only I or Imogene, touch the gem, it somehow puts the knowledge of everything inside of it into my head. Then I can just mentally pull at the things and they appear in a twisting shimmer of white light between me and the ring.
It's a bit of a trick to grab it before it starts to fall.
Best sister ever, even if the ones she says she is going to anchor to her staff are going to be what she called full sized instead of the tiny prototype she gave me.
Still, thanks Little Imo.