After what must have been at least a few hours I explained to the so-called goddess, in great detail, what anime, and especially isekai, was. I think I finally finished.After all, I can't expect her to have known all of that, having in mind how much more complex the universe I had known turned out to be.In the meanwhile, the goddess created a nice boudoir, with fancy chairs and very grandiose bed, in which I lay in, after she offered it to me, most likely because she felt bad for me, seeing how I had already lain on the floor for a while."Mortal Cyrus, why is it that you want to get into such a world?" The goddess asked me."I'm something of a weeb," I told her.I saw her nod but I'm not sure if I explained to her what one was. Under the haze of everything I told her I forgot if I did or not."Is there also something with RPG mechanics?" I asked."I am sorry but I also do not know what Arrpeegees are."I spend another few hours telling the goddess everything I knew about video-games

You know, you have to be grateful for what you have in the long run. Like good old Buff X. It could be comically overpowered, having the potential to be much stronger than I had initially thought. I discovered that I could stack it on itself when I was four years old. I played outside for along time, went home at night, used the skill, went to sleep for almost an entire day and when I finally woke up and got out of bed I could use it again, gaining two stacks. Funny how these things happen, right? But what I first failed to realize is that there are buffs for nearly anything in this world. Ever played The Sims? It’s something like that. Being too happy or being too excited could trigger a buff that would just be a rush of emotions. Eating your favorite food or just enjoying the moment would take away all my stacks, which just sucked. But since I turned eight I didn’t miss a single day where I didn’t successfully apply the buff on itself. I was ten now, and when I asked Faye

At first, I was so disappointed, but then a familiar warm, cozy feeling came over me. Though it started to be uncomfortable and then slowly turned into a burning sensation. Then I started to hear it, louder and louder. My head began to hurt and I wandered the streets with my head in my hands. [Skill [Thinking LVL. 50] threshold reached. [Thinking LVL. 50] -> [Thinking LVL. 51]][Skill [Breathing LVL. 145] threshold reached. [Breathing LVL. 145] -> [Breathing LVL. 146]][Skill [Metabolism LVL. 160] threshold reached. [Metabolism LVL. 160] -> [Metabolism LVL. 161]][Skill [Sight LVL. 114] threshold reached. [Sight LVL. 114] -> [Sight LVL. 115]][Skill [Regeneration LVL. 60] threshold reached. [Regeneration LVL. 60] -> [Regeneration LVL. 61]][Skill [Blood Flow LVL. 190] threshold reached. [Blood Flow LVL. 190] -> [Blood Flow LVL. 191]][Skill [Muscular System. 80] threshold reached. [Muscular System. 80] -> [Muscular System. 81]][Skill [Aura LVL. 17] threshold reached. [Aura LVL. 17]

I was on my way to the adventurers guild to sign up as any isekai protagonist would. I was already an adult so I couldn't go to school here anymore, so no academy stories in this book. Sorry! Either way, this is the best way to get started on my journey. An important question was: What kind of persona should I take? I didn’t have a gun, yet, so my options on the edgy side were a bit limited. But I did have a katana, that was a good start, now, just a trench-coat and my destiny will be fulfilled. But in all seriousness, should I be the Edgy Lone Wolf? I kind of liked being around other people and of course I loved to talk my heart out. Seems like that was something new to me. In the old world I would barely speak a word to anyone, in real life, online I wrote paragraphs worth of stuff if I could talk about it. There were other options. For example: The cocky brat. Nah.Dumb Shounen Protagonist. No way, I ain't THAT stupid.The Pervert? No. I looked at the sword and contem

After completing a lame extermination quest successfully, and having already went to collect the reward in the Adventurers Guild, I was simply minding my own business, walking down a road I have never been to yet, then, in the distance, I noticed a large group of people marching in unison. Were they soldiers? Mercenaries? Maybe a traveling caravan? I ran to catch up to them. Faye, as usual nowhere to be seen unless I called to her, and usually, 'walking' or 'running' was not something she did, instead she hovered and no matter how fast I was she always kept up with me. Recently, I roamed the world so frequently and for so long that I was unsure of which country I was in at this time. In general, I didn’t know anything about the countries or kingdoms of this world. It wasn't like I purposefully didn’t listen but I also didn't actively seek out any knowledge of this world. Well, now I could learn something. At the end of the giant march, I started talking with the last guy in the