Silence enveloped us like a suffocating blanket, stretching out over the vast expanse of people amidst the swirling dust clouds. We stood there, stunned and bewildered, as if frozen in time.
As for me, I found myself grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. It was difficult to make sense of it all; my mind felt like a jumble of tangled wires, unable to process the chaos unfolding before me. Amidst the sea of faces, each bearing a different expression – from tears to laughter – I struggled to find my footing.
"What the fuck..." I muttered under my breath, casting a bewildered glance at those around me. Some were weeping inconsolably, while others seemed to be on the brink of hysteria, their laughter tinged with madness. Meanwhile, a minority did not react at all, rather, they looked intrigued at the incident that transpired before us, some even investigating the dust that lay at their feet.
Taking a deep breath, I attempted to collect my thoughts, but the task proved daunting. I was at a loss, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the situation. It was as if I had been thrust into the middle of a nightmare, with no clear path forward.
"Okay...okay. Think, Al," I murmured to myself, the words feeling hollow and meaningless. Despite my efforts, I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that engulfed me. I didn't know what to do, who to turn to, or even where I was.
All I had were the haunting words of Chronos echoing in my mind, a constant reminder of the surreal reality I now found myself in. With a heavy heart, I tore my gaze away from the circus around me and fixed my eyes on the towering structure looming in the distance, its imposing presence a reminder of the unknown ahead.
'He said that tower would give us answers... But before knowing it, we need to know ourselves.' With that, I only had a single word in my mind.
"Status"
As that word escaped my mouth, A vibrant violet status menu popped up in front of my face, just as if I was in a video game.
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[Stats]
Name: Alistair
Age: 29
Life Span: 100 years
Race: Human
Level: 1
Exp: 0/10
Health: 100/100
Mana: ???/???
Vitality: (3)
Strength: (3)
Endurance: (3)
Agility: (3)
Magic: (?)
Attribute points: (0)
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[Skills]
Passive Skills
- ???
Active Skills
- Riftting (Level ?) - ???
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" I guess he wasn't lying about the gaming part," I pondered, analyzing my current status.
As my gaze scanned the list, my brow furrowed in confusion.
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Not the Hero Nor Villian
FantasyWhen a cataclysmic event transports humanity to the game-like realm of Aetheria, cancer survivor Alistair finds himself bestowed with a mysterious system that grants him abilities akin to those in video games. Miraculously cured of his illness by th...
