In a place long forgotten by many whether they be man or God, where space and time have no influence, a lonesome woman lives by herself in realm of her creation. The woman looked young for a woman her age, but in reality, she is old as time herself. Her long coal black hair reaching all the way to her feet, bangs obscuring her eyes and her figure is slim yet curvy. She goes by many names in different languages, but for everyone, she's known as Fate.
For as long has she could remember, she has been watching the many fates of various people who ever lived. To the greatest of heroes to the cruellest of villains. But truth be told, deep down she became bored of watching the lives of the humans living on earth. At first, watching the process of how these people achieve the end result was entertaining enough.
However, after witnessing so many lives and their destinies for so long, she began to lose interest in the journey and the people. It always ended in the same way, they achieve or succumb to their fate and that's the end of the it. For so long, she yearned for something or somebody to relieve her of her boredom, and break the cycle of fate. But, she knows that it would be impossible. No one can escape it.
Unless, she herself creates the means for a normal person to fight against fate and destiny itself, an ability so broken that it has the power to change the fate of the user and events tied to the user and the people connected or tied to person itself in ways unknown to the Gods and to Fate herself. The mere thought of something so drastic, so strange taking control and changing everyones destinies made her ecstatic.
So that's what she did. She knew what she's doing may seem risky in the grand scheme of things, but the cheer thought of finally relieving her boredom outweigh the risk. And after what felt like a millenia of non stop hard work, she finished her creation. It was beautiful. She gently lifted it and send her creation away to a single simple random "lesser being" to be the one to bring back the pleasure and joy she long hope to regain.
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...Beep![Congratulations! You have been given the Gamer Ability. You have become "The Protagonist"! Let's raise your level."]
Blinking in confusion, Fujiwara Misato slowly woke up to the sight of a strange transparent screen with white text font casually floating in front of his face. Unsure of what to do or what was going on this Monday morning, he tried to move his head in different directions, but the text would move along with him, staying at a fixed distance from his face in a way that he could perfectly read it no matter where he looked.
Misato tiredly sat up on his bed and finally, after a couple of seconds of doubt, he slowly moves his right hand forward to the floating text and with a wierd digital bleep it vanished, showing no signs of it ever existing.
"What the hell was that?" mumbled Misato in confusion. He slowly turns his head to his alarm clock resting on top of his nighstand. 5:00 am it shows. He has a good few hours of sleep left before he needs to get up for school in the morning.
Without further ado, he lied back down on his bed and pulled his covers up. He didn't think about it to much, for all he knew this could have been some sort of hallucination from waking up early and in plus he wasn't fully awake yet so that thing he saw could have been a trick of the mind. He has a busy school day ahead of him and he needs all the sleep he could get to function proprely throughout the day.
He close his eyes, letting the blackness come over him as his mind drags him into a dreamless sleep.
Updated 25/06/2020

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A Kuoh Academy Gamer
FanfictionFujiwara Masato, has been given a power that can change the destiny of people, their lives and possible the fate of the world itself. With this gift his life has been turned into a video game, with skills, levels, dungeons and hard to defeat bosses...