In empty space, filled with darkness, nothing to see, touch or even hear.
yet a distinct smell of ash wafts through ones nostrils to question whether one is still alive or not.
Waking up those trapped in this space
'Opening his eyes Gordon', what appears before him is darkness surrounding all around him, with not even a single speck of light to be seen.
*Where in hell am I?*
*Am I still alive??*
Thoughts of confusion appear in Gordon's head after experiencing his death of getting run over by Truck-Kun.
A cold and emotionless voice echos in Gordon's mind in response to his confusement
[Host you are currently in Limbo not in hell, neither dead nor alive]
Gordon opens his mouth in panic only to discover that his voice doesn't come out
*Who's there!?*
Only to hear a second response from that same cold voice
[Host I am you and you are me, we are one. Host we can converse with your thoughts]
Yet before he could respond
[From reading Host's memories, I am what you call a intelligent system, blessed to you by a God, giving you a second chance at life in another world named Hollow Rift]
[Before we are transported to our new home, we must discuss a few things, Host]
Gordon shyly asks
*I- Is- um- is it a fantasy world or something*
[In Host's terms, Yes]
*Wow... Oh My God, this... this is truly f#uc#ing awesome, I really get a second chance, I can finally follow my dreams completely to become an OP martial artist*
Feeling overwhelmed with excited with what he heard, thinking over what a disappointment of a world Earth was, that wouldn't allow one to cultivate to immortality nor gain special powers only to hit him with the cold truth of the world.
With Gordon feeling high, the system cold voice cut him off, splashing a bucket of cold water on him
[No, Host you will be following my arrangements to become powerful, with that being that, Host can not be harmed such as a incompetent, stupid role such as a martial artist or whatever cultivator]
Gordon really wanted to cough out blood hearing the insults
*What!*
[Host will become a necromancer to protect himself from harm, having an army to fight for oneself instead of putting Host in unnecessary danger such as "becoming an OP martial artist"]
Feeling angered Gordon responds to the system's offer
*NO! I absolutely refuse, I want to be a martial artist that has been my dream since I was a kid you can't change my will and also YOU are also MY System, so you should be listening to ME and what I SAY!*
[Does Host really not want to be a necromancer?]
*Yea!! Who the hell wants to be with a bunch of stinking, rotting dead bodies! You read my memories right? You said before, so you should know what I want!!*
Gordon responds quickly without hesitation
[Host has refused the generous offer that system has given, implementing punishment]
*what the...?..*
[3]
[2]
[1]
[Punishment decided]
*... what are you.. doin....*
[[Erasing memories]]
*w- w- wait wait, Stop!*
*I'm sorry, please stop*
*F#ck, damn it!*
'Gordon slowly loses conscious'
*my.. adv.. vantage an..d .. dre.. ams...*
[[Replacing Memories]]
[[Implementing skills necessary for 'role' of an 'Necromancer']]