After Markus opened the door and passed trough it, the landscape changed deeply. In front of him was a verdant and green plain. In the middle of the plains were a strange and archaic building. It was massive. It was so detailed and impressive that Markus couldn't help but look at it with a gap in his mouth. The building was of a mysterious black, and looked like the old Coliseum of mythology.
There were some people running around and exercising. Most of then had a age close to Markus.They wore old and torn clothes, made of a rough material. There were even a group of girls sparring with spears and swords. There was a race track full of obstacles.
Markus never dreamed of something of this dimension. The door that was behind him was already gone, so the only way was going foward.
And so he did, walking slowly and cautiously, examining everything in front of him. He was so immersed in his own thoughts, that he didn't see a group of boys and girls closing in by his back.
"Get off the way trash, we are in the middle of the training, you are in the way!!!" spoke on of them. The one was a blond guy with brown light eyes. His face was a bright red and he was breathing heavily, his chest was panting.
When he passed by Markus, he thumped his shoulder on him, making he loses balance and falling on the ground. Markus just looked in awe, it was just incredible, even after death he was still bullied.
The group passed and continued by the road. Markus followed with his gaze before getting up an going on.
Every time he passed by someone, they would face him or just watch him before beginning to gossip.
This was the norm for him, it was always like this. Markus was already callused and did not tale it to heart.
When he was coming closer to the building, it seemed much bigger than before.
In the entrance was a boy and a girl, both of which were using a spear and shield. They clothes was better than the rest and they were wearing a type of armor made of some metal and hide. Just by looking ,Markus could guess that they were guards, and a tier higher than the rest. When Markus got closer , they inspected him and crossed they spears closing the path. 'They look much similar. Twins maybe?'
"Halt!!!" said the male, followed by the girl "State your business!"
"My na-name is Markus, and I'm just arrived." Markus said cautiously, for some reason he couldn't help but stutter.
The twins looked at each other and laughed lightly. They let the spears go and opened the path.
"Just a weakling; like that he" said the boy, complemented by the girl "Won't least a month." , and they began to chat.
'I still here...' Markus thought with a helpless expression, he then sighed and continued on.
"Oy, noob, you will have to register yourself by the reception. Just follow the road and enter the building by the right." said the girl.
Markus nodded and continued. There wasn't anything he could say to them. Causing trouble on the first day wasn't a good idea. He always kept a low-key approach to everything, and even if he was offended very often , he decided to maintain this posture. Sometimes it was indeed best to be like this, but stay like this for too many years is not good for a person pride.
'People around here are really crazy; with my luck, I will only bring weirdos close...'
Even thinking like this , he couldn't help but wonder where his friends are. Could they be here? His eyes then shone with anticipation. He then speed up the way , breaking into a running.
About five minutes later , a rather tired Markus was in front of a door. On the side of the door was a sign with crude writing saying Hall of the Newbies. It was true, even after death he was still bullied. Markus shocked off the feeling and entered.
Inside was a rustic big and spacious room. The floor was made of a green jade porcelain, and in the middle of it was laying a closed book on a pedestal. The book itself seemed very old , Markus could even the dust on it from all this way. Not knowing exactly what to do Markus walked inside. On the walls were paintings of all the sorts of people and creatures that one wouldn't be able to even dream. It was like entering a Museum for the first time. Everything attracted his attention. There were paintings of demons, and of heroes. Paintings of beautiful places and of places that even Satan itself would have a tough time to thrive. Markus was amazed by it. Suddenly his attention was on the book again. Markus approached it it a questioning gaze. When he was right in front of the book,the area around him began to shine, as a mystic pentagram appeared under him.
Markus was surprised but in the next moment the book opened all by itself. Strange cravings appear in its page. Then a strange scene was cast in it. There was a man, a strange man with a giant body. The man was sit on a throne. A cold gaze was on his face. Under his feet lay a pile of bones of all types. On his left hand a sword was drawn; on his right hand a orb that was flashing with life. And in his head was a crown. Markus felt chilling just by standing there. Then a screen appeared.
Ding!
"Congratulations, you have been blessed by the 'All Mighty Emperor'!"
"This blessing will guide your fate and open paths to your progress!"
Markus looked astonished at it. What exactly was the meaning behind this?
Then just as it all began, it ended. The pentagram under Markus lost its color and its light.
Ding!
"Because of the blessing of 'All Mighty Emperor' your *Protagonist Body* evolved to *Overpowered Protagonist Body* !!!"
At the same time:
Outside the Hall of Blessings
Boys and girls were training hard, when all of a sudden:
" A new Emperor has born on the Coliseum of Elisios "
Every single person, around the Nine Hells have received this notification. Some youngsters were already making theirs way to the Hall of Blessings
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Markus was startled, but then calmed down and opened his status.
Dinng!
[Stats ]
Name: Markus Anderson
Level: 1
HP: 30/30 MP:50/50
Exp: 0/100
Job: None
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( Attributes )
Strength: 4
Vitality: 4
Resilience: 7
Agility: 5
Dexterity:4
Intelligence: 9
Wisdom: 6
Perception: 7
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( Skills )
Appraisal
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( Perks )
Player Mind: A strong mind that is capable of staying calm even in the most dangerous situations.
Player Heart: A resilient heart that is always ready for a challenge and never surrender.
Overpowered Protagonist Body: You are the protagonist of you own story. The Protagonist will always be pressed. The trials will become more and more harder, and many will try to stop you from reaching your destiny, but the rewards will be much greater.
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Markus couldn't believe in what he was seeing. The trials that were already hard, would become even greater? What the fuck...
Just then a voice sounded close to him.
"It has been at least a thousands of years that I work here. I had seen all sorts of Genius and Chosen but, its the first time I see this blessing coming out..."
Markus turned and saw a young girl. She got a dark wavy hair that was gently tied. She was extremely cute and for some reason, Markus thought that she reminded him of someone. She smiled to him with a pure and innocent look.
"But what are you even doing here? Don't you know that only at level 10? Now that I thinking, I don't even remember you..." the girl tilted her he to the side with a charming look.
"Well more importantly, let's get out of here, you attracted to much attention " and with a snap of the fingers, a type of vortex opened behind her and she pulled Markus within.
Soon some people already get there, but the Hall was completely empty...