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Jericho The game god

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Chapter 1 - prelude

Talking in thought: 'hello'

Talking normally: "hello"

Special/magic attack: [hello]

You have awoken. HP,MP,GP, and CP has been fully restored.

'Well this is... interesting to say the least'. I thought As I tried to wrap my head around this... situation, I realized that I was in total darkness. I Shit you not, I was in what seemed to be the literal abyss. I was about to walk around, maybe find a way out when a blue box appeared in my face.

Take Tutorial Yes/No?

"A tutorial"? I said while staring at the screen infront of me. 'Wait a minute, it said HP, and MP earlier right? Doesn't that mean health and Mana? I don't know about the other two but-"I'm in a video game aren't I?" I said realizing my dilemma.

'I don't know rather to be happy or pissed off that someone had the nerve to kidnap my soul and place me into a damn game' I thought.'Also... why am I so calm about this. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't be freaking out over it, but I at least expected anger. Yet... I feel nothing.' I look at the screen again hesitating for only a second before I pressed the yes icon. The blue screen shimmered and the letters changed.

Thank you for selecting the tutorial

We will begin in a moment. Please wait...

I stood there for a while thinking about life before this happened.

My name is Jericho Marksblade, 68 years old, and ex-most wanted man on the planet along as a father to three beautiful children.

In my prime I was wanted for so many crimes I lost count, because of this I was constantly on the run. That was until I faked my own death because of a promise I made to someone special to me.

After that I settled down in my home country Michigan Illinois.

The first three years there I made quite the name formyself as the gambling king. I made enough money to last me three life times.

Hey you can't blame me.If you had years of experience as a master of slight of Hand, and have abnormally high amount of luck the title comes naturally.

It wasn't until two years later that I truly settled down. The reason being my wife ( yes I was married) gave me a shocking but not unwelcomed surprise, she was pregnant.

Nine months afterwords I was officially a father to not one or two but three daughters, that day I cried manly tears of joy... OK fine I cried like a big ass baby.

For the rest of my years of peace I raised my three daughters in bliss.

From taking my kids to play dates to dealing with their first break up, I loved every moment of it.

However that peace was broken twenty-two years ago.

I thought I had hid myself completely, oh how foolish I was. What found me wasn't any government or organization, it was one person.

This person was Daniel Marksblade, my abdopted brother. He hated me with a firey passion, and would stop at nothing to see me suffer.

He hated me for one reason, in his mind I took everything from him.

You see I was an orphan.

I lived on the streets just barely getting by. Anything I ate, owned, hell even the clothes on my back were all stolen.

I lived like this for 13 of my life, until Daniel's family took an interest in me.

They saw I had potential, and they were right. Not even a year after they picked me up from the streets I was taking high risk missions.

Some of which were though as suicide, but to me it was child's play.

Seeing me rise up so quickly Daniel's family named me as the heir to there criminal throne. This was the spark that set the flame.

He was... no is furious that I took that away from him. If it wasn't enough I was out doing him in every area this certainly was.

Since then he tried to kill me repeatedly. I always won however, even if barely.

I lost count of how many times I beat his ass into the ground thinking he was dead, only for him to pop up again.

It was like a game of cat and mouse between us, until I faked my death and retired. I was sure I perfectly faked my death.

But somehow he found me again, and this time he made sure this was our last battle, either me or him would die. The battl- no more like mini-war that came after was terrifying.

We both used everything in our power to kill each other.

The result of our ongoing battle was awful. Whole city blocks destroyed, entire family's killed, and much much more.

My city was in chaos.

By time the battle was conculded the once great city I called home was in ruins.

With nor a single living human nor other race in sight, it was A desolate and abandoned city with not even a sliver of its former might.( Hey that rimes)

Even so I stood in the middle of this once great city, with Daniel propped up against a piece of rubble with a bullet between his eyes.

But I didn't have the look of triumphant plastered on my face, instead it was one of shock and horror. For he had won he had finally beat me.

He had the last laugh, he truly did ruin my life at that moment. The whole time, from the beginning when he started this goddamned war to the end when he died, he recorded it. All of it. The recording was set to air on live TV on all channels until the ending of the video, upon his death.

Want to know the punchline though he made sure he would kill me.

Not physically but mentally. He killed my wife, put it on video, forced my children to watch it, on repeat, then sent it to me.

However then was not the time to mourn, for my face was shown to the public meaning I had to go very off grid.