Kacper POV

You know I think I might have a bad habit of being knocked unconscious and being sent to some random location. Respawning is painful, I am literally turned into glowing embers that then form my body starting with my skeleton, blood vessels, flesh and nerves. Yeah did I say its painful as fuck, its like someone gave me flesh ants that are building my body using shattered glass for my bones and black liquorish to keep it together. It’s not pleasant and it is disgusting watching my eyelid grow over my eye.

The worst part is listening to Pix just laughing and making jokes as I am rebuilt from scratch. When my lungs and mouth are formed, I start screaming at the pain.

Don’t be such a drama queen. I mean you only lost your entire body and had to be regenerated from nothing.

I manage to sputter out in between the wails “Shhhut tthhe hellll uup!” The worst part was when my nails grew back, they ripped through my newly created flesh, it was agony. I am scarred for life metaphorically and literaly.

As the pain weakens, I slowly calm down and feel the pebble covered floor of the beach. I slowly lift myself still feeling phantom pain, I look at my bloody fingers I turn and face Pix who is stepping on a sword. It isn’t hard to guess its Jagg, but it is no longer rusty and much of the damage has been reversed but not completely.

Pix whistles as she looks over my body. I bet earth girls like you, a skinny and lanky ass blondie with dark blue eyes that make you feel like you are nothing but a insect. Get over here we need Jagg to survive or maybe you would rather that I start making sarcastic comments on your dick size.

Flipping her off, I grab Jagg and close my eyes, ready for the barrage of insults awaiting me. Yet they don’t come, and I slowly open my eyes and stare at the sword. I decide to take the initiative and ask “Jagg are you there?”

He replies but his voice isn’t nearly as old and annoying as before it seems to be younger and more energetic “Let me ask you something?”

With snark I answer, “Sure and when did you get reforged?”

Kacper when are you going to learn not to antagonise our weapon?

Jagg answers with barely restrained fury “Firstly Kacper are you a player? Secondly why are you naked? Thirdly what is that voice in your head?”

Pix starts stomping around waving her hands above hear head. “How am I less important then you being naked?!

That brings a grin to my face as I answer “Yes I am a player specifically 387. I am naked because I used a Coin to respawn and I can guess that as my pact weapon you were respawned with me. I think I would prefer my cloths over you but beggars can’t be choosers. Thirdly the voice in my head is an artificial intelligence that is supposed to help me.”

Jagg goes silent and doesn’t reply, shrugging I turn to see Pix is still ranting about how she is more important then the fact that I am naked. I wash my hands in the cold sea water and shiver as the cold wind reaches me. I look at the image of my face and notice that blemishes and scars on my body have disappeared, but most surprisingly is how light my hair and how pale my skin is. My white skin lost its slight tan and now it reminds me of snow, I am now one step closer to being a goth. I just can’t wait for the sunburn I will get for standing in the sun. My dark blonde hair has almost turned platinum, great I look like I was made from milk. However I have two cool tattoos for my trouble a rolling dice on my right shoulder and a swinging scythe under my right rib. I wonder why they aren’t on my legs? Shrugging I stand up.

I decide to head into the forest into the opposite location it was a bad idea to go there with that psychopath and goblin tribe. I consider my situation and try to question Jagg for more information about players, but he just ignores me, dick. If Jagg knows about players, then it means that me and my group weren’t the first players on Erat.

No shit sherlock, why the hell would you be the first pick. This isn’t anime they wouldn’t pick a bookworm who was too scared to scared to even ride a motorcycle or drive a car. They would have chosen a great leader like Lincoln or a great fighter like Muhammed Ali.

I am not that guy anymore bitch face, but you do bring up a good point.

I can hear you fucker.

Good, shut up I need to think. If this is not the first wave and I know that Jagg is at least a few hundred years old. Then players can’t be a recent phenomenon but if he didn’t know we could have an AI then he must have met players from past games?

Right, you can clearly see that he is either shocked and unwilling to cooperate with us meaning that players have had a major impact on the world most likely a bad one. They would have sent professionals for the first game, but they must have failed if they are sending outcasts and lunatics like you and the axe guy.

So, we can deduce that players are rare, but people know of us, meaning that they failed but still had an impact on people.

We also know that the system that allows for upgrades must have been recent or have happened after Jagg ended up here. This must mean the gods are becoming desperate or they just don’t care. Fuck! There are still giant holes and leaps in our logic.

Let’s forget about it I stick out like a sore cock out here in the forest, I need to be careful.

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What sort of saying is that? Wait it's from Lucifer isn't it. How about I start singing Let It Go or maybe quote Doctor?

For the first time since I got here I feel sorrow as I remember my sister loving Frozen. Wait… why am I sad she isn’t even my real sister. Ignoring the fact that I will never had a real sister or brother, I crouch down and try to keep quite ignoring the sharp thorns and sticks that nick at my legs.

Let’s steer away from that topic, I mean I am your repressed sadist side but that’s going to far even for me. Oh, I remember you reached level 21 after killing those goblins, I’ll bring the notification and menu up and actually put your extra stat instead of just letting it sit there.

Player 387: Congratulaion on reaching lv 21 please choose an ability or stat increase.

I quickly click on ability I need a proper power mana harden and shield are just not good enough. I need a mana bolt or something like that.

Player 387: You have gained Weak Mana Sense.

Activating it a blue wave blasts out from me revealing blue veins in the trees and plants around me, however I cant see anything past a 3 metre radius, only the dam glowing blue mana. Thankfully it passes after three seconds and I am able to see Pixy standing in front of me waving a hand in my face.

Hey, sleeping prince, no sleeping on the job... Wake up asshole!

I give her an annoyed look "Mana Sense is shit it has a small range and can show me things that have mana in them. One more thing stop waving your hand or I wil disable your hologram function."

Wait you can do that?

...

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Let me check...

While she is searching for that function I open my stat page placing my two points into vitality, I need the health. After I finish placing my stats I click on the new title I gained.

Player 387: You have gained the title Death's Favourite- Player suffers from no system drawbacks when being resurrected, however they may be physical problems. P.S: Loss of melamine, hair, nails, teeth or eye colour. P.S.S: The imperfections aren't carried over when you resurrect again.

Pix is pretending to lean on my shoulder as she reads the description with me, after we are finished, she pretends to pat me. 

You can turn of my hologram but then you wouldn't be able to stare at my ass.

"Thats your argument for me not to turn of your hologram?"

I dont have anything else to sway you with, after all its either my fake womanly charms or my wonderful personality. So are we going to argue about something you don't have the guts to do or are we going to find the school?

I sigh, I prefer having annoying company over silence but she is realy pushing the limits. I start walking at least I know why I am so white, I wonder if over time my original skin colour and hair colour will return.

By the gods I hope so I don’t want to look at your freaky albino corpse face.

Go eat shit.

Hiddey POV

A dark stinking cave filled with the noise of splashing fish, I get to work with the fishers. At least I wasn’t thrown into the sea I heard Squidies are agitated. I guess it could be worse I might be able to steal a fish and eat it without anyone noticing.

I look at the gate where a bunch of guard’s lazes around chomping on venison and making jokes. This is what I get for doing my duty and surviving so the tribe could know about the Tallthings, they should be out hunting and killing for xp not sitting here. I also have access to combat class I mean all combat goblins have four but come on.

I should have been elevated for my sacrifice and given the title Greatest Scout but no I am being punished for not dying. I bet Chief is scared and he is trying to ignore the fact a Tallthing is here.

However, my inner monologue is cut short as I hear a scream that then is followed by another. Turning he sees a familiar figure the first Tallthing but it is now holding a big stick and killing the fisher goblins. Quickly grabbing his bow and arrows he starts running. Jumping over rocks he heads for the tunnels with others following close behind.

Under his breath he is swearing as he tries to find Chief, he and Figgiht are the only ones with a lick of chance to kill them. Crawling desperately for Mother knows how long I finally emerge into a cave. As I lay tired on the floor, I suddenly feel a foot on my chest and hear his loud and grating voice “Why are you hear coward?”

I manage to sputter out “The Tallthing is rampaging through the fisher camp.” A small grin appears on my face as I say this and see him shiver.

Taking his foot of me I try and get up, but he grabs me. Picking me up easily and looks straight into my eyes before dropping me and pointing to his war party. I dust myself and grab my bow, Chief may be completely selfish to the bone but his cunning and strength make him a great fighter.

Taking my position with the other goblins I ready my bow and wait. When the Tallthing emerges from the very same tunnel I tense. It was only 2 minutes away from me, I release an arrow it misses. Shit! I can see that the other goblins are snickering at me. Yeah it won’t be so fun when he caves our heads in.

I overestimated the Tallthing I mean it took Chief less than a minute to knock it down and start torturing it. Why was I scared of it I mean it stood no chan-

That’s when everything changed when the Tallthing grabbed Chief and gave him a taste of his own medicine. The Tallthing was able to steal his blade and escape into the hole. I honestly thought I was going to die but it instead just escaped. Huh well how am I going to escape Chief? He will be pissed, time to get ready to grovel and plead for mercy.

Chief looked livid as he stomped towards me, yep grovelling and crying is the best option. Chief pushed me sending me flying into the cave wall. As I started to fall down, he grabbed me by my collar and our routine began.

“Please master… spare me I was too pathetic to kill it” I think you get the idea I am just going to skip me pretending to cry and tremble before him. Yes, I have a Deceit skill Expert I am the best liar in the entire tribe and an Actor skill Trained. Chief looks at me and speaks “Get Bokeader we have a Tallthing to hunt and tell him to get the entire horde. We will have to visit the Mad One. Don’t be slow my old friend, you are wearing away at my patience brother.”

Shit, Chief may actually kill me I should have left him in the Pitt. As he lets go of me, I fall to the ground scraping to get up I rush to get Bokeader. Great a horde means all goblins who aren’t important to the clan will be sent out to die trying to kill the Tallthings. The Mad One is even worse, this is troubling I might have to call in a few favours.