~ System Unlocked ~
Dark clouds gathered and bloated the sky, rumbling and threatening to unleash a downpour. But it was at the peak of the dry season. Heavy rain or any kind of rain by this time seemed amiss. Something was odd with the weather. “Oh, come on. Of all days,” Nathan White clicked his tongue, gazing at the dark sky from the window in his room. Shutting the window blind, he turned and ruffled his black hair, “Mr. Humphrey is going to kill me if I don’t make it in time.” He moved away from the window, shuffling his legs through the few trash bags scattered around the small room. Aside from the small mattress at one corner and the few clothes in the open wardrobe, the room was more or less empty. As he began to take off his clothes for a quick bath, a sudden streak of lightning flashed outside, inundating the room with its luminous intensity for a second or two. It was immediately accosted with a thunderous boom that dotted Nathan’s skin with goosebumps. Shuddering to the thunder, Nathan managed to tie a towel around his waist, sighing depressingly. On any normal day — if such a concept ever existed in his life — he would have slept in, if a storm was brewing like this. Sleeping at that hour would be heavenly. But he couldn’t. He had to work, or else he wouldn’t be able to eat or pay his rent. His rent has been due for months anyway. Missing one day of work would only worsen the case. His parents were killed in a car accident when he was only ten, leaving him and his sister as orphans. He couldn’t sponsor himself to school as their extended family turned their back on them. But he didn’t want the same life for his sister. He wanted her to be educated. Hence, he began working nothing less than three jobs a day, struggling hard to meet up with her school fees and their basic needs. He did this for five years straight. However, due to the lack of nutrients in most of their food, his sister fell sick, which only worsened as they couldn’t afford to go to the hospital. They eventually had to go anyway. “Ahh... Maya...” he folded and unfurled his hands as he recalled the last time he saw her. The sickness lasted for almost two years, with Nathan working tooth and nail to gather money for her medical bills. But as though his family was cursed, a runaway car slammed into the wall of her ward, breaking through the concrete and crushing her to death. It was even worse than their parents death. He gritted his teeth and walked into the bathroom. There was no point reminiscing about the past every single morning. He walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later and slapped on his work uniform. A red shirt, a faded pair of black trousers, and a black pair of black shoes that almost looked grey. He shoved his apron into his bag and slung it across his chest. He didn’t even bother to comb his hair or look at his reflection... Well, he didn’t even have a mirror. He put on a pearl pendant — a gift given to him by his mother before she died. He opened the door and exited the room, locking it shut with his key. “I’m still expecting that rent, Nathan,” said a middle-aged man that was already waiting outside the room. His voice was grumpy and cracked. Nathan grunted in exasperation. He managed to force out a smile and turned, “Hey, Mr. Kent. I promised to the end of the month. We’re not even halfway through the month yet.” The landlord, Mr. Kent, sized him up ruefully, “Same excuse you give every month, kid. I won’t take pity on you this time around.” “Don’t worry, I’ll pay up, sir,” Nathan kowtowed and rushed down the hallway. As he ran down the stairs from the fifth floor to the ground floor, he couldn’t help but think, ‘Hmm. Fourth Avenue’s bridge seems nice. I could sleep there till someone takes pity on me... Again.’ He was already used to this, getting kicked out of houses because he couldn’t keep up with the rent. Sleeping under a bridge was more or less a biannual thing to him now. Usually, he would walk to work, but he was really running late. He didn’t know what made him wake up so late. It was only a few minutes past seven and they opened by eight, but his boss hated him for no reason. He was always told to show up an hour before they opened. With gritting teeth, he hailed down a cab that drove him to work. It was about a seven minute drive. He alighted in haste and forced himself to pay the cab driver. That dollar was supposed to be for lunch. He let out a heavy sigh and sauntered toward the coffee shop. The bells jingled as he pushed the door open. As though his boss had been expecting his arrival, the bald man hollered behind the counter, “You’re thirteen minutes late, Nathan! Thirteen minutes!” ‘There’s no one here except you. Just give me a break,’ Nathan retorted inwardly. On the outside, he bowed, “My sincerest apologies, sir. I... I couldn’t find a cab on time.” “You and your silly excuses. This will make it the fourth time this week, and today’s Wednesday. Tsk,” Mr. Humphrey shook his head in disdain. Then he lifted his gaze and said with a stern voice, “You’re fired.” “What?” Nathan’s eyes dilated. His world came crashing down. Working here was the only thing that tethered him to life. He had always resisted committing suicide because of this job, hoping that things will get better. This... This was the last straw. He tried to beg but the boss was as stubborn as they came. He kicked him out, telling him never to return. Standing by the curb, Nathan could only sigh, ‘Is life even worth living anymore? Why was I created? Why am I still alive? I should have died with Maya, and mum... And dad. Why did they leave me alone to suffer?’ His sad internal monologue was soon interrupted by a loud cry from across the road. He snapped out of his reverie and laid his eyes on a five year old girl crossing the road, her entire attention fixated on the ice cream in her hand. Unbeknownst to her, two vehicles were already on a collision course, with her in the middle. One of the vehicles was taking the wrong way and the brake had failed. The other vehicle hadn’t noticed it yet. The girl’s mother was yelling at the top of her lungs, running after her daughter. Nathan didn’t know what pushed him, but he found himself bolting across the road and diving at the girl. He was able to push her to a safe distance. However... He wasn’t so lucky. Both vehicles collided with Nathan stuck in between . He could hear his own ribs get crushed, his organs bursting from the immense pressure. Blood spilled out of his orifices as he was sandwiched between the two vehicles. ‘Heh. I guess this is it, huh? I finally get to be with my family...’ he accepted his fate. At least all that suffering won’t follow him to the afterlife. His vision got blurry, but he could see the pendant on his neck fly off his neck, striking the hood of the car. The pendant’s pearl shattered into green flakes and that was the last thing he saw before everything went dark. Nathan White was dead! . . . [Die gruesomely in the mundane world: Mission successful!] [Loading... Rebooting...] [Host is being transferred...] [Transferral completed...] [Host is reborn...] [System activated!]Chapter 2~ The System ~Glitch...[Wake up.][Alan, wake up!]A synthetic voice kept probing Nathan, who was fast asleep on a moderately-sized bed. He turned and turned, relishing in the comfort of the bed. It felt so soft, unlike the thin mattress he was used to.[Wake up!]The synthetic voice hollered once more.“Ugh... Just five more minutes,” Nathan mumbled under his breath, throwing the blanket over his face. But after a second or two of trying to get back to sleep, he paused, “Wait...”Tossing the blanket aside, he sat up immediately, his eyes wide open. He gazed down at his body and felt his torso. His ribs were still intact. There was no sign of bleeding. He couldn’t even feel the slightest pain.“The hell..?” he lifted his head and scanned the room he found himself in. It was two times bigger than the single room he was accustomed to. The walls were even painted, and the floor was tiled. He could see a wardrobe, a standing mirror, and other essential furniture needed in a ro
~ Imminent Danger ~ “Huh? What do you mean?” Alan asked with a perturbed face. [Did I stutter?] Alan’s brows twitched, “You sly... Ugh! What’s the point getting transmigrated or reincarnated, only to wake up as the weakest Mage in the realm?” [Fret not. There are other Myriad 5 Mages in Oratoa.] “For real?” a glimmer of hope shone in Alan’s eyes. The System didn’t respond until a few seconds later... [No.] “What?!” Alan pinched his nose bridge in frustration. What kind of system are you? Why would you put my hopes up like that?” [I couldn’t watch my host getting depressed.] “Well, you only made me more depressed. Thanks a lot,” he shook his head. [You’re welcome.] Silence. [No Hunter is awoken as a Myriad 5. The least is Myriad 4. And that’s how it has been until you were born.] “Wow. I broke the record. Classic,” Alan muttered in sarcasm. He lowered his head, “Why does the rank exist anyway, if no one had been awoken into it?” [The rank came with your exis
~ Calvary ~Even with his eyes closed, he could see the hellish intensity of the ocular blasts, their heat threatening to peel off his skin. His clothes shrunk on him in response to the heat.But then came a sharp swish, immediately followed by darkness. Yes, that was all Alan could see with his closed eyes. The red light that shone bright just a second ago, was now shielded by something... Or rather, someone?He felt himself falling with the Armoured Tusk’s hand still gripping him.However, before he could make a full descent, another swish sound came and the hand crumbled around him. Someone now carried him in their hands and they descended slowly.This prompted him to gradually open his eyes. Under his blurry vision, he could see the figure of a man standing before the sun, his hair swaying behind him as though they were riding the air currents.‘An Angel? Is this how spirits are carried to the afterlife?’ Alan couldn’t help but ask himself. He f
~ Vanquishing the Beast ~ [† Name: Alan Monolith.] [Alias: The One.] [Race: Human.] [Level: 1.] [Title: Nil.] [Class: Awakened.] [Health Points (HP): 100] [Mana Points (MP): 55] [Experience (XP): 10 / 100] [† Attributes: - Strength: 10 - Agility: 10 - Intelligence: 10 - Endurance: 10 - Dexterity: 10 - Luck: 5 - Wisdom: 5 - Charisma: 5] [† Skills: - Combat Skills: - Basic Swordsmanship: Level 1 - Magic Skills: - Basic Fireball: Level 1 - Miscellaneous Skills: - Basic Cooking: Level 1] [† Abilities: - Active Abilities: - Quick Strike: Level 1 - Passive Abilities: - Enhanced Senses: Level 1] [† Equipment: - Weapon: Wooden Sword - Armour: Locked. - Accessories: None.] [† Inventory: - Health Potion: 1 - Mana Potion: 1 - Enhancement Potion: 1] [Quests unlocked] [† Secret Advancement Quest: Courage of the Weak >>> Completed.] [† Active Quests: - Complete Daily Basic Training: To be completed before noon.] ... “I still don’t get how
~ Scepticism ~Alan couldn’t help but frown a bit, “The forbidden artefact? Am I supposed to know what that is?”[Actually... Yes.]‘Huh? Tell me,’ Alan replied internally, while maintaining his confused expression on the outside. He saw Captain Beaumont move and he panicked, ‘Spill it!’[Artefacts are found in random dungeons and possess very unique abilities. From stain removal to rewriting reality itself. The artefacts are graded based on their level of power. A forbidden artefact is at the crux of the hierarchy.]‘Okay, but what does that have to do with me?’ Alan’s gaze remained on the squad, who, for some odd reason, had stopped moving.He raised a brow, ‘Are my eyes playing tricks on me?’[No. It’s my doing. It helps relay information faster.][Now, listen. You went on a raid yesterday with this particular squad... Well, the former you. You discovered a forbidden artefact after clearing the dungeon and beating the final boss. Everyone was told to leave, so that higher ranked Hu
~ Gaining Information ~ A subtle tremor shook the street as every other part of Alan’s house came crashing down. The quake startled him a bit, but he quickly found his bearing and turned to trace the source of the sudden impact. His house was nothing more than a heap of rubble at that moment. He simply sighed and turned to continue his stroll, ‘I really hope you’re right about that damage insurance.’ [They should arrive soon.] He took a sharp detour and approached a small restaurant, puffs of steam escaping its chimneys. He didn’t know why, but he felt familiar with the restaurant, as though he had been here a couple of times. ‘Maybe the former me used to come here,’ he surmised internally, pushing the metal door open. He walked in to see some men gathered behind the counter, laughing at intervals. There was a young man in the middle, his hands hovering over the counter. Beneath his waving palms was a somewhat holographic construct of a dungeon. In that small construct, th
~ Basic Training ~ Alan took the last bite and drank up his milkshake. His right fist reflexively went to his mouth as he let out a burp. He pushed himself up and cracked his neck. He took a glance at the homeless man still munching on the half burrito that he had given him, “I have to go now.” The homeless man lifted his gaze and simply nodded, chewing gently on the burrito. “Yeah,” Alan nodded back and left the alley. ‘Yo, system,’ he called, feeling quite pumped up. It was as though the little he had just eaten was some kind of energy booster. [Less than two hours before the time limit expires.] Alan smiled, ‘Heh. It’s like you can read my mind. Well... You literally can...’ he quickly moved sideways when a car honked behind him. He watched the car drive past him, its exhaust casually coughing out black smoke, ‘So... this basic training, what am I to do? A few push ups or what?’ A green tab flickered to reality before him. [† Active Quests: - Complete Daily Bas
~ Solo Raid ~ 4 Hours Earlier “So, this is it, huh?” Alan muttered, standing before a five story building, his neck aching as he tried to look at the zenith of the building. The area was quite secluded. Most of the buildings here were either demolished or uninhabitable. It was as a result of a gateway break that happened about a month ago. Only one or two people walked by, mostly adventure-seeking teenagers. Alan lowered his head and stared at the green tab before him. [† New Quest: - Clear the five floors of the abandoned 5th Avenue bakery: To be completed before midnight. - Rewards: ???] There was a picture of the bakery’s current structure underneath the quest. He pinched his nose bridge and let out a sigh, “Let’s do this.” He easily made his way into the ground floor of the building, since the entrance door was barely locked. Damaged baking tools and equipment were left scattered across the floor, rodents dashing here and there. Alan gazed at the stairs th