Well this is different.
At current, I find myself beneath what appears to be a stained glass window. Below me is what appears to be a magnificent work of art: The figure of a young man, arms spread wide and eyes shut. Looking around, I also took notice of three different pedestals.
So you have come...
I hear a voice speaking to me, making the hairs on the back of my head stand on end. I keep looking around in confusion.
Child of man, born from an unknown origin, what you see before you is the basic form of your heart. The basic form of your very soul.
I tilt my head in confusion.
However, today, your soul shall be freed from the shackles that contain it.
Huh? What? What is this disembodied voice is talking about? Even after I ask these questions, more come up as the pedestals shine with a bright light. Rubbing my eyes from being nearly blinded on all sides, my eyes open, taking a look around me. Now the pedestals seem to hold... swords?
Yes, indeed. All three pedestals now had swords set into them.
Before you lies three swords. You may choose only one. Choose wisely, child of man.
Taking a look around, I examined each sword in each pedestal.
On one pedestal was a large sword that radiated power, that was bathed in an orange light. On another pedestal was a sword with a thin blade that seemed very quick, bathed in a green light. The last pedestal held a sword that appeared to have a unique magical aura to it, a blue light bathing it.
Looking at each one, I took my time to decide...
Then I walked towards to one of the pedestals and drew the blade within it.
The light shined before me, blinding me instantaneously.
HP and MP Restored. All status ailments removed!
My eyes immediately opened from slumber, wide and open. Looking around, I looked at my rather plain looking room, mostly consisting of some drawings that I did, alongside with a small library of video games.
The sun shone brightly through my window and onto my now awake pupils, forcing me to cover them. Letting out a sigh, I immediately got out of my bed, stretching, and turning to my bathroom to take a quick shower, brush my teeth and wash my face. After that, I immediately head for my closet and grab a hold of a pair of blue jeans and a simple black short-sleeved polo shirt, letting out an inaudible sigh as I looked at my mirror and looked at the figure in my mirror.
I was a pale-skinned young man with an thin body. My hair, dried from the shower I took, was incredibly shaggy and unkempt, though I honestly liked it that way. If there was one thing I could say that was weird about me, it was my eye color. Apparently from what I've seen from most people, nobody seems to have golden irises. I don't know why my eye color is like that, it just is.
Putting on the clothes of my choice on, I let out an inaudible sigh. I slowly thought to myself, making a screen like most people would see in an RPG to pop up:
Name: Levity Aurum
Class: Artist
Level: 1 [0/50 Experience]
At first I didn't know what was going on, but I thankfully got a chance to learn a bit about it from the wonderful thing known as the internet. From what I read, my other quirk seemed to originate from some kind of Korean web comic called 'The Gamer'. From what I read of it, the main character, a guy named Han Jee-Han (Or would it be Jee-Han Han? Names from the far east confuse me.) had dedicated his entire life to playing video games and that dedication gave him a gift to see his entire world as an RPG. With his world being actually filled with dangerous monsters and supernaturally gifted people, he seemed to have a lot of trouble on his hands.
Honestly, I didn't read much of it. As much as it would probably seem it would be important to read it, I honestly didn't see what the point of it all was. I mean, I'm still Level 1. I don't know why I should bother grinding.
Especially seeing that the only actual thing I inherited from the so-called ability of The Gamer is the [Gamer's Body] ability, which lets me avoid cuts and bruises, instead only feeling pain and the effect of sleeping in a bed letting me recover for the day.
But from what I observed, there were more differences from my version of The Gamer ability and Han's version.
Opening some of my stats windows, I took a more careful look at everything I saw:
Basic Stats
HP: 210
MP: 55
P. ATK: 8
P. DEF: 8
M. ATK: 8
M. DEF: 8
AGI: 8
LUK: 8
I let out a sigh. These were apparenty my Basic Stats, the stats that determined everything in my life. Though I don't know what I could do with the stats labeled M. ATK and M. DEF. I know what those are. Most of my video game library was filled with wRPGs and jRPGs. I just didn't see the point in all of them.
Then I went to what was labeled Modifier Stats:
Modifier Stats
STR: 5 (E [0/26])
DEX: 5 (E [0/26])
CON: 5 (E [0/26])
INT: 5 (E [0/26])
WIS: 5 (E [0/26])
CHA: 5 (E [0/26])
This had confused me at first. From knowledge I have of Tabletop RPGs, these were the major stats that were the foundation for Dungeons and Dragons. What I didn't get was the stuff right next to it. It only took me a while to learn that these stats were, as the stat sheet implied them to be, modifiers to all my statistics. And apparently, I could increase their power in some way. I didn't know what I could do for that.
Letting out a sigh, I grabbed my keys, wallet and phone and exited my small little apartment, getting ready for what would be to come of the day.
As I began to walk towards my school, I began to ponder my current situation.
My name is Levity Aurum. I have no idea of who my parents were nor do I know if I have any family of any kind. From my birth to my first year of high school, I have lived in the same orphanage, only recieving the minimum of care from the caretakers. When I was fifteen, I was moved out of the orphanage into the small apartment I live in now, though it wasn't as furnished, only coming with a couch, a television, a fridge, an oven, dressers and a bed. But within two years, I managed to acquire several things, including a small amount of video game consoles, a small video game library consisting mostly of RPGs, internet access, and several different art tools.
Then, one day, when I was sixteen, I had gained an ability that seemed to originate from a Korean webcomic, but differed in varying ways. But despite this, nothing really changed, except I wouldn't become ill anymore.
Looking around, I took notice of the several students of the school, each of them talking to one another. Each and every one of them paying me no nevermind. Just like they usually did.
I really wish I knew why nobody would want to bother with me. For all of my life it was like this. I can't understand why this was the case. The lack of notice from people had made me not only self-reliant, but very self-conscious.
In all honesty, the one thing that I really wanted in life... was a friend. Someone that I could listen to. Someone that I could help with their problems and they, in turn, could help me with my own.
Another thing that interested me... which is rather embarassing... is to have a harem of beautiful women that would love me. Just thiking about it makes me blush. But I know that I'd never be able to attain a harem, let alone a friend.
Shaking my thoughts off of my lonely existance, I continue my train of thought to the dream I had. According to that voice, my soul was shackled and it was going to be freed. What does that even mean? How was I going to be freed, exactly? Then there was the matter of the three swords. Why were they even there? It wasn't like I could take them with me, it was a dream. The fact that I could only choose one made it more frustrating.
But in the end, it was a dream and I accepted the fact that could only choose one of them, so it didn't make much of a difference.
I keep saying this to myself as I enter the school building, ready for another class.
It was fourth period when it happeened. Nobody in my class expected it. Why would we? Out of all of the things that could happen, this was one of the least likely.
But no, this was happening right now.
A gigantic humanoid monster, about the size of most monsters Godzilla fights, with an off color tan on it's skin. It had a head of hair that was a black color with green eyes in large eyesockets. It let out an immense roar that broke every window in the building.
Naturally, everyone ran off screaming, me included. Minus the screaming part.
Looking back I take a look at the gigantic monster, who seemed to lock eyes with me. At least I think it was looking at me. I couldn't tell because of the imposing voice ringing in my head.
"YOU!"
I ran as fast as I could away from the school building, fear filled in my body and worry filled my heart. I didn't run for long though, as the monster naturally reached me faster than I could escape.
"YOU CAN'T RUN. NOT FROM ME!"
I looked to the monster that easily towered over the buildings. It roared it's deafening roar again. I couldn't help but fall to the pavement and cower.
"SO YOU'RE GOING TO ACCEPT IT!? GOOD! YOU JUST MADE IT EASIER FOR THE TWO OF US!"
The monster raised it's foot, poised to crush me.
It was then that time decided to stop and then I heard the voice from my dreams again.
Child of man, born from an unknown origin. Are you really going to accept death here?
What else was there to do? I was caught between a rock and a hard place, with the hard place being a massive foot.
Do not be so foolish. Do you not remember when I came to you?
I pondered about this while I heard him speak. I remembered it all. The stained-glass window I was under. The three pedestals. The sword that I drew from it's pedestal. The light that blinded me.
Child of man, born from an unknown origin, hear my command. Call upon the sword you drew. For it shall be your guardian!
I looked up to the imposing figure before me as it seemed as it's foot was slowly getting closer. I began to contemplate about my lonely life.
I never had any friends. I never had any family. All I ever had was me, my video games and my drawings.
But even then, I don't want to actually die. Not without having a chance to leave my mark on the world.
Slowly thinking to myself, I make an attempt to recall the sword that I pulled from the pedestal.
My memory is a bit foggy, but from the feeling it was...
[ ] The Powerful-Looking Sword
[X] The Agile-Looking Sword
[ ] The Magical-Looking Sword
The people have spoken.