Hi my name is Dianne, and six years ago I ALSO had a dream. Well, based on where this story is progressing so far I assume you’ll know where I’m going with this? No?
Bored Manhattanite princess, Dad’s filthy rich owns a conglomerate upstate and I’m a fabulously spoiled pain in the ass brat bitch a commonly known term addressed to me by my loving step mother. Unfortunately for me, dad was murdered. Step mommy took control of everything, and that’s not even the icing of the cake the climax of the story, the tip of the iceberg, the cherry on top!
The police blamed me.
But it wasn’t me.
Dear mommy framed me. Daddy and I had a fight a few nights before, so that lead to the motif that I was the one who stab my papi. I was in the scene, with blood in my hands. As I saw my dying father, I may have touched and hugged him. They made a not so solid evidence with my fingerprints on the knife which was seemingly embedded in my dad’s back. How funny of a cliché for my dad to marry a conniving gold digger and in due course, be literally stabbed in the back!
Long story short, I was sent to an asylum after the confirmed diagnosis of me being not of legal age and deemed cracked as fuck. Well I can’t really blame them, with my only living relative whom deep down inside I loved, taken away from me. After all’s that happened anyone sane will go crazy.
How crazy you ask?
I even have had a delusion. Occasional visits from a transvestite angel without a face who calls himself ‘you-the-Zuriel’. It must be the crazy in me talking but he explained some shit to me about a world where I can start anew and stuff. Man, it was kind of hard not to believe and listen and to his speech. He has the voicebox of a diva soprano and a knack of making me smile even in my depressing state of affairs. He really does sound funny that no one can help but laugh while he speaks.
And before I forget, mom got what she deserved. She had the same ending my dad got. Who did her I wonder?
“You did”
said the frowning (I assumed) angel as he observed me talking to the mirror of a motel after I escaped my imprisonment.
“Oh common!, she deserved it! Besides, I won’t be in this world for so long. I planned on committing suicide after I’m done with that bitch but since you proposed a better plan…well let’s go with that. Ooooh! Let’s bomb my mom’s company before we go! Causing chaos is so much fun!”
I looked again in the mirror and told myself
“guuurl you gots sum issues deeeym it woman, calm yo tits ayt?!”
Then I punched the mirror glass, timed with the booming sound of a bomb blowing of the far distance and the swat team breaking my door a moment later, carrying AK47’s and holding me down head first on the bathroom floor.
I so love going out with a bang.
Then I like, totally passed out
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I woke up in the woods in another world without a hint of clothes covering me. Shivering after breaking out of the slimy ewww cocoon, I quickly did the same things the ones before me are doing. Checking the notifications, equipping my items and equating my stats
Being unclothed never bothered me that much but by the gods look at my beautiful long red hair! OMG so fab I could die happy now. Well not yet, I should enjoy first what this life here has to offer.
“Status”
What name would you like to be called?
Hmmm a name. A term that should describe me, a pretty little box full of crazy when you open it, it would explode in you unawares…ah! Got it.
“Pandora”
Please allocate stat points to your liking. Arrange them to reflect your play style. Choose your blessed traits as well as your favored weapon. Equip your Clothes from your storage ring.to view the items, think out loud the word “INVENTORY”
Pandora
Level 1
Str. 5 Agi. 5 Dex. 5 Lck. 0 STM: 40
Int. 5 Vit. 5 Def: 1 HP: 50
Wis. 5 End. 0 Atk: 3 MP: 50
Unallocated points: 30, +5 to all major stats +3 luck
Wow, impressive that the system makes us choose what type of killing machines we ought to be. Okay! I want something that deals a lot of damage to a lot of people, ehem, I meant a lot of enemies all at the same time.
A Sorceress perhaps!
Pandora
Level 1
Str. 5 Agi. 5 Dex. 10 Lck. 3 STM: 90
Int. 26 Vit. 10 Def: 4 HP: 100
Wis. 11 End. 0 Atk: 4 MP: 275
Unallocated points: 0
Revival
Blessing of Synthesis and Fragmentation
Increased sense control
Arcane blessing
Alright! Explanation time! Look here folks, step right up, step right up the show’s about to start!
Okay so I chose the path to magical ass kicking so I expect it requires a certain amount of wisdom and intelligence to access correctly, nay, efficiently the magic skills and the required mana to power shit up, thus the addition to Wis and Int.
Mana comes 100% from intelligence but wisdom gives additional points to boost mana as well but only a teensy bitsy. Defense is a mix of a pinch of vitality, a touch of endurance, a hint of strength and the salted armor you equip.
Tasty.
Now, I don’t really want to be too squishy that a graze with enough numerical points can kill me so I added teensy weensy of vitality. Oh! You must be wondering why I chose to add to dexterity. Well look at it this way. Since I wasn’t given yet a magic skill for mages on the welcoming prompt, since the welcome message dared said that we will be given assistance by the kingdom I am already presuming magical skills are one of them freebies.
But here we are in the forest, barely equipped to fight so I chose the bow and arrow which explained the add. in dex stat. anyway I am an excellent shot as told by Udazuriel as I used a sniper to finish off my evil mom’s minions. The trick is, even with the minimum dexterity, you don’t aim exactly at the body of whom you are sniping, calm calculation of where your target is going, wind direction, and proper breathing suffice most of the time. Well you don’t expect your enemies to be standing still now would you?
Now for the trait blessings!
Dear avid readers, (“reader” since less than a few appreciates me yet T-T)
Would you darlings be so kind as to comment on what 4 traits in the selection you would want when someday you come to this world as well?
Well as for me first things first, EXTRA LIVES.
Here, you are only given one life and a choice to have more if you pick it. I picked the Death God’s revival as priority. I am truly sorry to say this, but you are a mentally disabled stupid moronic idiot fuccboi who likes it in the ass if you don’t choose the revival trait. It’s like your trying to fuck up your life here even before you barely started.
Hell, it’s like picking the setting of the game from less challenging to nightmare difficulty.
Next in line for the throne is Arcane blessing. Don’t look down on this baby. By the time you get to, hmmm say level 200, your int and wisdom stat will have additional 200 points. That’s like +2500 more mana give or take. Starting to feel me?
This is a great boost to those who wants to be mage type wannabes
The third in my bucket list is the increased sense control. When the description said those words I already knew I should pick this one. It didn’t say specifics but believed me when I say/chose this blessing. My sense of sight, smell, and hearing all increased a bit and that’s not all, given time if I manage to master and control ever specific sense in my sexy body, I would be invincible. Later stages may also unlock other senses like balance, temperature, reaction time, taste etc. even time!
See? Interminable potential friend
Last but not the least is the Blessing of Synthesis and Fragmentation. (Amalgamation and fragmentation of properties. may be useful for alterations in non-combative production classes especially in skill alchemy.)
You remember those times when you were a teenager in school and this scumbag teacher says to read the instructions first before doing your shit? And when you didn’t follow or read carefully the instructions the heartless teacher will automatically zeroed you for not following simple instructions. And remember the warning your angel told you that in this world, your choice will lead you to your fate, good or bad, it’s up to what choice you make?
This was one of those.
To those others who didn’t pick this because they have decided for better traits more than a crafting trait or just quickly browse, only to see the terms “maybe useful to non-combative professions” and “alchemy” and decided it’s not worthy of time to commit to non-combat class stuff.
Well folks this is not a “CRAFTING” trait. The description only said MAYBE USEFUL. Ladies and gentlemen, people of the jury, your honor…
This is a trait that mixes skills.
To be precise, Skill Alchemy, not alchemy skills!
BOOM! MINDBLOWN. Endless possibilities.
Imagine, for a sorceress, will elemental skills of different lineage. Let’s say higher version of water bullet and wind needles. Enlarge those skills and mix it using skill alchemy. Won’t you acquire the coveted ice lance spell?!
Woah don’t even get me started with mixing all those basic spells to create an elemental chaos spell, those nasty sons of bitches are dreaded in all mmmorpgs that I used to play when I was younger. They cause massive amount of damage with random side effects which may even bypass armor!
“huh huh huh..aha ha ha HUA HA HA HA!” (impersonating evil laugh)
‘FOOLS! YOU MORON COMMONERS! DIRTY SLAVES! MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN PANDORA’
Never-ending excitement filled my body. I was in the moment. i was going nuts..and probably showing mg "O" face
i'm so turned on right now
Suddenly someone scared me shitless by screaming out loud. A long haired 5’8 squirt with kinda okay looks. He was holding what appears to be an old parchment.
“EVERYONE RUN!-”
“And who are you supposed to be?”
I irritatingly said to him as he was quite close to where I was standing. He was the one everybody was mimicking earlier, one of the early risers.
“-QUICKLY HEAD SOUTH FROM HERE! THE QUEST WILL BE FUCKING US IN A MOMENTS NOTICE! GROUP YOURSELVES AND RUN TO THE CAPITAL! THE HELLSPAWNS ARE CHARGING FROM THE WEST AND THEY WILL BE HERE IN A FEW MINUTES!” (squirt)
He didn’t stop to catch his breath and didn’t even look at me or answered my question. This damn plebian…
I laugh on how accurate he describes our situation. A slight earthquake on the ground with the epicenter pointing to the west was sensed as torches emerged at the horizon. I almost forgot about the quest prompt we received, it really was gonna fuck us in about a few minutes but I didn’t know how bad it’ll gonna fuck us until I saw the army of thousands of devils marching. Everybody started panicking as I started formulating on what to do.
I was a genius back in my world with the record of the four hundredth rank of highest IQ ever recorded in history. Mine was 170ish, Einstein’s was only 160-ish. And I’m proud of that. If any of you little piece of shits dare argue that it wasn’t worth bragging, I will blow a fireball directly up your ass cracks.
Ugh.
Sorry, I have anger issues. Atleast not daddy issues cause that will probably led me to the porn industry already.
Yet somehow this three inched dick seems two steps ahead of others. One of the things he’s doing is ordering around people on what to do and believe me that I also want to suckerpunch his cute face for you guys but damn
He is good.
Not only good looking but, you know, efficient.
He’s got this erected dick formation plan going on with two ready participants who happens to be like the guys in porn videos who’s all steroids with surgically enhanced cocks whom he apparently placed in the center front. I guess it’s to totally penetrate the small red monster’s pussy in a forward trajectory or whatever. He’s like a veteran director of a porn movi-wait.
This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.
I’m not planning on eternally blabbing about describing him using mature language. To summarize he’s good and he thinks fast. He looks like a natural born leader...and he’s funny...maybe even a little bit dreamy
Really?! Not now horny delusional split personality!, gaaahd. Okay back to the moment.
He’s not so bad, he actually apologized about being bossy because, and I quote, “it’s a life and death situation”
We were already running without breaking formation. Not to judge but it’s really not like a spade, it’s more like a triangle while the archers are the outliers. Still the way he does things are precise. With every move having a purpose.
Calculated even, down to the seconds
We got away from the majority of the attackers. If it was my plan, nay, if it was anybody’s plan, we would’ve gone along with the others to go to the capital in a straight line. By then we would be swarmed outnumbered and surrounded ten to one. Believe me that you won’t be thinking straight when you see them devils. They were the stuff of nightmares. You would even think of planning a formation, it would be all “every man to himself” kinda situation.
“Brace for impact in twenty seconds! Gym brothers in my signal swing those halberds horizontally 180 degrees! you don’t have to aim but be mindful not to hit allies! hit them hard! Shield bearers 1! 2! 3! 4! Await my signal! use the pointed edge of the shield to bash followed by a sword strike combo! ”
“Hurry! Disable your blue boxes first, they might hinder your fight, get ready they are here!”
“Ten seconds! Archers at the ready! Fire on my command!”
“yes captain”
“hooooold”
“oh captain my captain” we all replied giggling
“FIRE!”
four archers aimed, five arrows whistled as they passed by, flying true with one arrow missing its mark. I knocked two arrows that flew toward the left flank of one of the muscle brothers piercing the swordarm of a deviling and another lodged in the patella of a deviling a few meters parallel to the second shieldbearer. One archer missed and stabbed a root bark, tsk, damn noob. Another arrow fired by one of us in the eye of a pursuer and another fired in the bare chest of a farther deviling. I was already in my second volley, stretching tree arrows at once at the troll upfront. Bullseye! Two arrows hit each eye, one hit the forehead.
“HOTDAMN RED! GOOD AIM! Three seconds!”
“don’t fucking call me red!”
“…On three, two, one, halberds now!
“LEROOOY JENKIIIINS!” (steroid 1)
“HAHAHAHA” (steroid 2)
Three, two, one, shieldbash now!”
“Stop running, move as you please now but don’t break formation!” (squirt)
Two halberds cleaved through nine devilings as their body parts hovered, sliced in half. One escaped the initial attack but was thwarted by an overhead swing of one of the steroids. The shields bashed the second wave of attack, stunning the midgets followed by a swing of their swords which decapitated the heads. The second volley shot by the other archers were directed to the third wave, all head shots with only five deviling that broke through the shields guys, unscathed flashing their manic grin, yet eventually dealt by the squirt and the gloomy guy.
Little prompt numbers where hovering near the damaged monsters as we defended the formation
“shield 3 move two step to the right, halberd 1 step back! Archers another voley in three two one fire! Gloomy behind your back! Red there’s a ranged devil! Kill it now! Hyaa! Left shields they will be flanking us in 10 secs! swordswoman protect bow 4! Shield 1 bash to the leftin 2 sec, two, one, now! ! Dodge that, halberd 2! one got inside! gloomy kill it! Fuck there are three ranged now we must move! Next location now! Don’t break ranks! Halberd1 you’re going too far! Gloomy! Five will be inside in 3 secs, three two one! Kill one I’ll kill four!”
The gloomy guy swung his daggers a few times to kill his opponent. It died after seven strikes but he suffered superficial injuries. The squirt tactician however swayed his left dagger once, spin like dance in 360 degrees, cleanly decapitating three heads. The fourth midget swung his long sabre in a diagonal angle aimed at the head but the squirt maneuvered and made a beautiful dodge without even looking and without breaking his spin. The sabre missed him by inches as he launched the right dagger on the second spin which flashed and amputated the fourth midget in his right leg. It all happened in a second.
“PICK UP THE LOOT LATER! MOVE! Archers coverfire please!”
Those who were watching him were in a daze but quickly refocused after he shouted for the nth time. He was skilled, I’ll give you that.
And a great strategist
When he shout, you’ll know whom exactly he’s shouting to and our responses where not a second late. Well, some of us. Those that weren’t able to keep up were losing ground and eventually died.
This repeated for a while, we continually moved west.
An hour had passed and the light of the sun covered the skies. Emerging light blinded the devillings which relieved the pressure on the shields. One of the buff brother must have picked the hand of divinity blessing because he can be seen healing the wounded, one of the archers did so as well. I on the other hand got a spell scroll drop! a fire ball spell which I used without discretion on them critters. Mana potion were passed to either me o the buff healing dude. Our number eventually withered but the devilkins don’t seem to decrease in numbers at all. We now numbered nine.
We are almost spent
“DO NOT FALTER! THE DEVILINGS ARE BEING DAMAGED AS I SPEAK! THE SUN IS POISONOUS TO THEM! ARISE! MOVE YOUR TIGHT ARSE! ESPECIALLY YOURS RED!”
This fucking pervert, oh I will list you on the top of my kill list alright.
Soon bodies littered the hard earth. Allies and enemies alike along with monster drops and items displayed, up for grabs. The problem is all of us are splayed in the ground panting hard, with only one left standing and looking beyond the distance. The devilings scattered as the sun rises even higher in the skies. They were nocturnal beings hated by the sun god. They can’t stand the day.
So they fled.
We emerged victorious. But no one is seen celebrating. We lost comrades. we were hungry, thirsty and tired all at the same time. Gulping a stamina potion loot, I asked a question all of us surviving people want to know.
“Captain dickface, tell us your name”
With a crude, raspy nostalgic voice, he replied
“I’m Batman”
*pak*
*slish*
*tink*
-17 CRITICAL!
-15 CRITICAL!
-9
Gloomy threw a knife which attached to his downballs, I sniped an arrow up his ass and a girl with a shield threw her sword at his thigh. He cursed as he wiggled in pain from our deliberate attacks. He might be good at fighting and handling a group but he suck dick with his lame ass jokes.
“OUCH FUCK DAMNIT I HAVE YOU KILLED FOR THIS! TREASON! WAIT TILL MY FATHER HEARS ABOUT THIS! ARGH! BETRAYAL! KNAVES I’LL HAVE YOU ALL HANGED IN THE GALLOWS!”
“second round, ready, aim..fir-”
“WAIT! Alright alright. FINE! Better late than never...
My name is June, It’s an honor fighting with you friends"
“Pandora”
“Sunny”
“Pale”
“…”
“Ragnar”
“Kira”
(and the others are extras)
“after we’ve rested we’ll divide the loot equally. What say all of you?”
“Aye”
“Don’t worry, I’ll only be bossy while fighting, I won’t nag that much outside battle. We should all be friends and party sometime ayt?”
“…aight” we sarcastically replied
“hahahaha”
“ahaha”
“HAHAHAHAHA”
We laugh. We just survive the welcoming committee. This is a brand new world, where anything and everything can happen. I guess it is now foolish to finish this game along. With armies waging war in this realm, we’re bound to find strong allies. Everything’s not over yet.
It has just begun...
Ah the battle log and loot!
You have gained +2 endurance
You have gained +2 stregth
You have gained +1Agility
You have gained +2 levels
You have acquired a mysterious staff
You have acquired a skill
You have acquired a skill
You have acquired a skill
You have acquired a skill
You have acquired a potion
You have acquired a potion
You have acquired a potion
You have acquired a potion
You have acquired a potion
You have acquired +3 gold 90 silver 61 copper
You have acquired a bracer
You have acquired a ring
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i'll be posting again soon! hope you like my work, new author here so please be gentle critics hha
:))