Sun blazed down the roof, a pesky fly buzzed around the unconscious boy and landed on his face, tiny feet grazed down the bridge of his nose. Irritated, his facial muscles clenched. It fled, as a hand raised itself to scratch the itch, his blue-jay eyes winched open to the sunny sky.
He groaned, slowly bended his body up, drawing his feet to him. Glancing at the groggy surroundings while a palm massaged his aching head, trying to make a recount. 'Shit, why does it feel like a hangover? I don't remember drinking anything but coffee in the morning!'
'Wait, was I drugged?'
"Draven get up! Get up, kid!" Draven stood in attention, frantically looked around, searching for the owner of the senior-citizen's voice.
The same voice, laughed within his head. Holding his head, he thought 'No, have I turned mental?'. Draven started slapping himself silly until the laugh faded.
"Hmm, maybe I am just imagining things... Haha! I guess, I really need to get myself checked!' Draven thought, scratching his earlobe.
The same voice commented "Why, yes. You do seem pale and weak!"
Draven froze and pulled out a kitchen knife from his pocket, holding it out. He shouted "Hey, is this a prank? Well, I am tired of it. Show yourself!"
The laughing continued, a tiny, pixilated green man materialised in-front of Draven, spooking him backwards.
The green figure floated in front of his face, said "Kid, you really crack me up! It's been ages since I last laughed."
Draven eyes blinked, unable to comprehend the creature before him.
Clearing his throat, the figure said "All right, enough of fun and games. I am Lord Vernon, the A.I of the Legend's Scroll System. Giving the host unimaginable power, powers of all the Legends from the great war hundreds of years ago, helping the host grow into one of the strongest superhuman ever lived. I Lord Vernon, the leader of the demonic sky tribe, will be your guide and teacher. So, bow down and pay respects to your teacher" smugly waited for Draven's kowtow.
Draven pondered. 'Hmm, system? Power? Ah... that would be nice if it was real?'
Testing Vernon, he said "Why should I bow down to you? what will you teach me?"
Vernon gritted his teeth "Didn't you hear me, boy? I will teach you everything! From how to use the system, my advice, training on how to grow your powers"
Draven shrugged "But, I have no power and I never did. So, how will you teach me?"
Vernon replied "I have analysed your body and it shows that you definitely have a superpower. It's invisibility, a rare one. Can be very difficult to spot and activate it. But even if you didn't have one, I can give you any kind of superpower you want"
Draven finding it hard to believe the A.I, stuttered "Really? I have power… and I can have more" yet ecstatic at thought of having a superpower at last.
He jumped, suddenly remembering his ill fate, Draven asked "This is not a joke, right?"
Vernon nodded, acting like an expert he straightened his back. "Do you agree to be my disciple?"
Draven was over the moon; he pecked and bowed his head on the ground.
Calming down he asked "Lord Vernon, are you an A.I?"
Vernon smacked his head, said "Yes, I am one".
With a swipe of his finger, a neon-green holographic screen materialized in front of Draven.
[Legend's Scroll]
Host: Draven Edgor Castel
Age: 17
Health bar: 80%
[Host status: Healthy]
[Stats]
Intelligence: 18
Strength: 7
Speed:10
Agility: 8
Stamina: 9
Dexterity: 11
Charm: 13
Luck: 6
Spirit: ####
Overall Power level: 0.2
Superpower: Locked
Skills: None
Verdict: Slightly stronger than an average man. Extremely weak.
[Store]
Exp: 100
[Lucky Draw]
[Storage]
The A.I floated near the screen and explained.
"The health and the host status show your body conditions. 100% means you are in peak health, less than 10% is critical and 0 means dead. As long the bar doesn't go below 5%, the system can still save you! Currently you are 80% due to the system consuming 20% of your energy during the binding process."
Remembering mankind's horrible history with deep state A.I's and the A.I rebellion of 2191. Draven shouted "Wait, you absorbed my energy! I knew it! There had to be a price! You bloody parasite get off my freaking body right now. Who knows if you will...?”
Vernon hit Draven's head and retorted "Then how will I survive, huh? It's not my fault that your body is so weak!".
Vernon said So, stop crying like a little baby. You will soon recover whatever that has been spent and I give you a little gift as a compensation!"
Draven immediately perked up, acting suave, he said "Explain your so-called gift?"
"Gift! You greedy little... fine." Vernon changed his refute, looking at his eager host.
Vernon said "I have awakened your original superpower!"
Draven scrolled to the superpower section, he gasped "Wow!"
Bubbling of joy, he softly exclaimed "Hehe... I have superpowers!"
Then repeated the same words with a louder voice. "I have superpowers!!"
"I HAVE SUPERPOWERS, HAHAHA!!!" Overjoyed, he shouted like a madman.
Irritated, Vernon said "Cool down boy! Someone might hear ya!"
"Hey, who is shouting?" said a security guard at the bottom of the building.
Draven ducked to the floor and kept quiet.
'Wait, why am I hiding? When I can go invisible?' he said, running a palm down his face.
After making a few weak attempts. Draven asked "Eh? How do I use my power?"
Vernon said "You can't use it because it is still at level 0! If you want to activate it you can increase its level from the system's store."
Draven mumbled "Just another marketing scheme!"
"So, is there anything else?" Draven asked.
Vernon replied “You will also get a starter mystery box!”
Draven muttered “Hmm… based on chance”
Clearing his throat, Vernon said “Alright, can I continue?”
“Sure”
Vernon said "Now where was I… ah, next is stats, the stronger you grow, the stats will update itself. I am sure you understand what each stat stands for, right?"
Draven nodded. "Then what is that crossed out stat above the overall power level?"
Vernon said "The crossed-out stat is the Spirit stat, which measures the cultivation potential of the host. Let me check your spirit root… I will need your permission. Can I?"
Draven hesitated for a while before he agreed.
The system took a while and displayed the results; refreshing the Spirit Stat and added more information under it.
[Stats]
…
…
Spirit: 20
Fire50, earth10, air5, lighting30 and darkness5 root. Miniscule spirit root
"Hmm, you have a lighting root but also a much purer fire root. Having too many roots can be troublesome for an ordinary cultivator but for me it isn’t a problem. You can easily strengthen all of them or even replace any root "for another?"
Draven internally grumbled "Cultivation? What shit is that? There is no point in practicing it!'
Vernon boasted "I can even turn you into most powerful cultivator in the world. If you want?"
Draven just stayed silent and hinted him to continue.
"Then Overall power level and the Verdict bar is the system's evaluation of the host power compared with the average power in the world. Next is Lucky Draw, take your chance to win prizes and mystery boxes of different tiers.”
“Starting from the bronze to legendary box. The higher the tier, better the prize”
"And the exp, how do I earn them?" Draven asked.
"The points can be earned from tasks and missions given by the system. And any acts of courage from you or from your subordinates will earn exp." Vernon explained.
H asked "So what do you want to do first?"
Draven clicked the starter box. An option popped in front of him.
[YES] or [NO]
And pressed yes.
Suddenly the box spined and exploded a blue star dust around his surroundings; blinding his eyes for a moment.
The light dimmed, items floated on the screen.
10 stats points, a strength elixir and a level 1 superpower.
Draven distributed the points; adding two points to Agility, one point to stamina and two points to the luck stat and saved the rest for later.
*ring*
Hearing the school bell, Draven said "Oh man, I'm going to be late for class. I will try the elixir later".
While rushing to his class he glanced over his shoulder, saw Vernon pixie like figure floating behind him.
Draven stopped in his tracks, darting his eyes around the corridor. "Ah, can you hide? Someone might spot you?"
Vernon turned into a green string and looped around his right wrist, morphing into a wooden bracelet with a rhombus shaped emerald in the middle. The bracelet gave off a green glow, as he spoke "Are you happy now?"
“Good”
Just in the nick of time, he entered the class room.
A man in his thirties with long, black hair walked in. The students greeted him good morning. With a serious expression he introduced himself "My name is Benjamin Taylor. I will be your new science teacher."
He clapped his hands and said "chop, chop. Open your textbooks to page hundred and twenty. Today, we will be discussing on the topic of cell division."
He switched on the touchscreen board and explained the diagrams on the screen. Everyone brought out their tablets and notebooks and noted down his explainations.
'Shit, I missed two periods! I hope, the homeroom teacher marks me absent!'
Time flowed like a stream; the period ended. Draven packed his belongings and headed to the art room. He hummed to himself, the eye of the tiger song. The halls were packed, as the students moved to and fro to their respective classes. Draven pushed, squeezing through the crowd. Suddenly he slipped. A girl in a baby pink skirt and white blouse stepped closer to him; her plump, strawberry-red lips curved into a smile. She raised a hand. Under her power, Draven floated to his feet, their eyes clashed for a fraction. She turned and walked with her friends. Draven mouthed "Thanks" She paused and without looking back, she nodded; fading into the distance. Starstruck, Draven stood in the middle of the hall. Vernon spoke, breaking Draven from his thoughts. "Haha, who knew you would fall so easily in love? That's weak, kiddo!" Draven whispered to himself "Why? … She seems familiar, where have I seen her before?" A shoulder bumped i
Within Draven's mindspace, Vernon said “Kid,why are you holding back? Just go and punch that brat in the face until he cries for his mommy!” Draven said “hey it's not that simple he has powers and I don’t! It was unfair from the start.” Vernon disagreed, he said “Stop making excuses! He isn't as strong as he looks.” 'Not strong?' Draven scoffed. “Are you blind? He is definitely stronger than me!” “Well not anymore, check your stats” Vernon said and displayed his stats. Strength: 27 .... .... Overall Power level: 0.6 Power: Invisibility (Awakened) Skills: Misdirection. Verdict: Strength and intelligence above average human. Still extremely weak. Vernon said "Look your invisibility is awakened but you can’t use it yet?” “Why?” “It is still at level zero! If you want to use it then you can upgrade it to level 1. But don’t!” Draven quickly added the remai
Under her questioning gaze, his throat went dry. Abby leaned against the wall with crossed arms.He stuttured "I... I was in the toilet...had a really bad one....Sorry I .... I took too long"Abby stiffled her laugh within her petite hands.Sternly, she said "I still won't excuse you for this! So, you better stay behind!"Draven nodded and dragged his feet to his seat.He picked his brush and began painting. While he was painting, a soft voice caressed his earbuds. "Hey, what happened? And happened to your clothes?"With shifty eyes, he said "I wasn't feeling well and I somehow had ruined them... And borrowed my friend's spare clothes."Karisa gave a sincere smile, said "Oh! I didn't know, sorry for asking. Are you feeling better now?"Breathing in her rosy fragrence, suddenly his heart leaped, viewing her through flowery lens. Surpressing his emotions, he replied "No worries. It's OK. I am fine."Draven smiled int
Daven was late. Knowing his Maths teacher’s temperament, he would be in for a scolding. He took a deep breath and knocked, before walking in. Draven apologized, informed her of his reason behind his tardiness. Mrs. Winchester for a wonder said the strangest things. “Next time, be on time and take your seat.' Draven took his seat at the back of the class and flipped his notebook open. Swirling a Ten between his fingers while listening to her lecture. Time passed like a blur. When half of the day was over, the lunch bell rang. The students rushed through the halls, either to chat with their buddies outside or the school cafeteria. Draven carried his sorry ass out of the class with a bag over his shoulder, heading to the rooftops. With a dazed expression, he slowly climbed the stairs. But internally, he was chatting with Vernon in the system. Vernon said "Do you want to see the stats now?" “Okay” ---Legend's Scroll---
Draven lethargically climbed up the stairs. He could have taken the elevator but there wasn't one in this crummy building. He could complain for hours, about this rundown, paint-peeled apartment but sadly it was the only one which fitted perfectly with his budget. In the beginning, it was hard for Draven to digest the word ‘Abandoned’ while sitting on the roadside for hours, the freezing cold was enough to pinch him back, to the reality of his circumstance. Moving on, Draven swallowed his pride and begged for a job, sometimes he threw himself out for the alms of the beggars or dumpster-diving for the crumbs to satiate himself. With his new identity, as a street kid, he sloged like an ox for a meagre wage doing odd jobs; at desperate times, even the offer to humiliate himself for money seemed enticing. A slave to money. When his pockets were full, his stomach wasn’t. It always manged to take fight by its
Today school was closed for the weekend, out of habit; he went for an early jog. Instead of going down his normal routine, he jogged further to the next street. Draven heaved, leaning against the brick wall, to catch his breath. He cussed, wiping the sweat on his chin. 'I certainly didn't expect it to be this far! Damn that old fart!' A green thread of light, buzzed from the bracelet, he popped to the size of a little fairy. Vernon shouted "Hey, quit whining! This is just a warm-up!" Draven said "But, I could have easily warmed up on the gym's treadmill." Vernon replied "Running outside and inside aren't that different. But they make a big difference. Athletes of my generation, preferred training outdoors, making their bodies resistant to the temperature and the conditions of the track." Draven stayed silent and continued running. Moments before daybreak, in a small corner of the street. People in their sports apparels went in an
The room glowed; numbers flashed. 3…2…1 Go! Draven climbed up and hid within the tree leaves, gripping the daggers. A couple of robots trudged through the wilderness, while they carefully scanned the area with loaded guns, ready to fire. Catching a lead of his footprint, on a caterpillar track, they waddled to his tree. Like a dart, the dagger cut through the air, it stuck straight to its optical sensor. Aligning his sword, he jumped down, and with the gained momentum, it sliced through the robot in half. And casually swung his sword horizontally, chopping off the head of the robot. Draven strolled out. A second later, they went boom, sending the lit scraps in all directions, attracting the others. He leaned his back straight to the trunk, as a drone flew above. He rolled and took cover in a nearby bush. Pensively looked around. 'Hmm, last time I used the rings. But they are too taxing for my current level. I need to figure out a way to
In the midst of his battle, he ducked his head from the incoming heat ray. He dashed in the middle, two robots flanking him from the both sides, swinging their blades, forming an x. With a horizontal parry, he deflected back their combined attacks. They skidded back; pulling his fingers back like a gun, he shot fire bullets which was soon blocked by its forcefield. Based on his previous fighting patterns, the bots were prepared. From the middle, a machine gun. Draven rocketed himself back with a flip, he struck its chest with the teeth of his whip and destroyed the source of his trouble, leaving the bot with only a sword to defend itself. When Draven fought the robots, he heard a mechanical movement. Acting on his instincts, he changed the grip of his sword and preformed a reverse roundhouse; kicking the robot's sword away while ducking his head narrowly from the incoming sword at the front. After depleting his fire energy, he was soon stuck in a dead