[SYSTEM : LOG STATUS USER "BLAISE"]
[STATUS: NAME: "Blaise" AGE: 17]
[GRANTED TRAIT "Fire Affinity"]
[GRANTED ALLY "Vin"]
[END]
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Blaise woke up at a cold, dark room. It appears to be a plain bedroom. However, the unsettling atmosphere and the outside noise discomforts him.
He recall the few lines the System transmitted to him, but he couldn't care for it right now. There's a noise outside and whatever the system said can wait.
He saw a book labeled "Diary" and a pen on the bedroom drawer and recall that most complex and demanding virtual games provide a diary given for the new players and written the details on the very last page.
He then calmed down. "Alright. This seems to be a tutorial, everything gets destroyed, I go outside, fight enemies, pick a starting item and so on. This is too intense. I can't calm down. This is too realistic."
He then mindlessly look through the window when a magic missile hit his window.
He's completely unprepared.
"AHHH!"
He can feel the glass shards hitting his face and arms and whatever magical thing on his chest.
He can feel the painful burns and the cuts on his skin.
He's starting to panic.
"This is not supposed to happen!"
It's the first time he felt a lot of pain. He finally realize that it's his survival instincts warning him that he's about to die.
He tried to find a menu but there is not a single UI, nor anything like a screen or a pause button common in games. In fact, there's absolutely nothing in his vision. It's as if this is his new life.
"No! What should I do? It's still hurts!"
His mind is in complete disarray, throwing all concepts of virtual games, fantasy adventure and everything else into the back of his mind. Instead, his brain is yelling at him to do everything to survive.
He rushed towards the door and jumped towards another window, reaching the ground. He felt another world of hurt. He can feel a glass shard hitting his left leg, and his jump is quite high, breaking a few bones.
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He endured the pain, and when he looked back, he saw the building explode, now burning with a colorful flame.
"What the— "
Blaise had his eyes open, shocked to know that he almost died. Before he knew it, he can't stand up anymore, his body fragile and weak. His body suffered from a major attack and glass shards, bleeding to the ground. A lot is happening on the background. Mages fight each other, shooting spells at quick succession. Crossbows are shot as soon as it was reloaded. Swords are swinging and flesh are cut.
It was too stimulating for him. Feeling his burnt chest and the numerous bleeding wounds on it, he can feel it. He's losing blood. His body is feeling colder.
He will die.
...
He breathed deeply, not wanting to just die at his young age. He recall wanting to live the best life. He wished to have girls serving him. He wanted to be rich, and buy everything he see...
He then shook his head. Amidst the pain, the chaos, and his losing life, he somehow felt a realization.
He wanted an adventure.
He wanted to explore.
And if he dies, it will all end.
He cursed himself for diving to newfangled machines. Who knew he wouldn't be dragged into this hellish place when he wanted to play solo?
He can feel a large glass shard stuck in his left leg.
He can't walk.
He crawled, feeling the numerous glass shards on the ground. Despite the increasingly amount of cuts on his skin, he continued crawling. He started crying, losing the adrenaline that blocks his pain.
He remained resolute, wanting to survive. He crawled for 2 minutes when a crossbow bolt hit his right hand.
He screamed once again, but with his adrenaline losing every second, he can feel the pain. It passed through his hand.
He truly cried, screaming for help.
Seconds passed.
Every second is a painful wait. He can't know if he will be killed here or saved.
He looked at what's above him. Everything was too fast for him to understand. He doesn't know who is his allies or enemies. However, the one who shot him would definitely be a hostile.
He then heard someone running towards him.
He knew it. It's over. He'll die here without achieving anything.
No... He won't die, but rather enslaved and forced to join a war.
He can feel it. It's the most natural turn of events. He'll learn to be a fire mage with a collar, fighting against whatever my handlers point at.
Someone arrived and took him. The crossbow bolt was unceremoniously removed from his right hand. Blaise screamed again, wanting this pain to be over with. That person never spoke, only bringing him elsewhere.
He was running, carefully traversing the battlefield. He's experienced, never faltering against the numerous spells and arrows thrown at him.
Is he an ally or an enemy?
Blaise can only pray that he is not hostile to him.
It was a rugged experience, every step another shake to his already sensitive body.
His only assurance is his strength, hoping he can be strong enough to carry him towards safety.
He was never attacked. Was he too fast? Or he's a hostile... Blaise can only close his eyes, hoping he'll wake up to a better place after this.
Before he knew it, Blaise was dropped to a dark place. He can hear something spinning, like a generator booting up.
He held the guy closely. He can feel the arrows, the bruises, the burns, and the cuts on his arms. Surprisingly, he also held Blaise's arms.
Blaise now felt relief. He now knows that his rescuer isn't an enemy kidnapper.
His savior then spoke hastily, as if there is no time to waste.
"Alright, I saved you, noble child. You'll teleport on a new world. Survive. Have a new life. Goodbye."
The savior then left.
Blaise then feel sleepy.
The darkness suddenly felt calm to him. All the noise from the chaos, and the battle outside disappeared.
There's only Blaise and this darkness.
He then lost his consciousness.
His beginning then finally became tranquil.