'Whatβ¦' My eyes went down to my shirt, which only a few hours ago was pure white. Now, however, it was almost completely bright red.
'Fresh blood.' I thought, my mind was processing the situation incredibly slowly, probably due to the fact that I was drunk as fuck.
'Is it mine?' I wondered, I didn't really feel any pain, so that couldn't be the case.
My eyes landed on the floor, since i could hear something right below my feet.
''Gaah.'' I heard a weak grunt, and I found myself looking directly towards a young man bleeding to death.
'It's not my blood.' I realized, and my mind finally started to remember just what had happened. 'I did this.'
I felt a slight pain in my right hand, and I instinctively shifted my gaze there. A bottle, I realized, I was holding a broken beer bottle.
Police sirens roared not too far away, finally breaking the awkward silence that dominated the bar.
Yes, a bar, I was at a bar, I had fucking smashed the glass bottle against this guy's head, and even stabbed him with the edge later.
'Why.' It was a legitimate question, my mind was still quite a bit foggy, so I only could guess what had driven me to do such a thing. Maybe your usual drunk fight, i honestly didn't know.
My eyes started scanning my surroundings, maybe if there weren't any witnesses I couldβ¦
I found myself looking at what could only be (at least) ten people, and I couldn't recognize any of my friends either.
''β¦'' I remained silent, and a few of them took a step back as they realized I was now looking at them. I was fucked, totally fucked, there were plenty of witnesses at the scene, i needed to do something.
I took a single step towards them, perhaps if I somehow convinced them that they were misjudging the situation⦠Maybe I could get away with it.
Yes, I wasn't a good guy, if I could get away with murder then I fucking would do it.
''Hands on the air, drop the weapon!'' A voice behind my back screamed at me, and I didn't even have to look back to realize that the police had finally arrived.
'A weapon? It's just a broken bottle.' I thought, and took another step towards the witnesses, I needed to convince them.
''Don't move, drop the weapon!'' A second police officer shouted, and I now was sure that they were aiming their guns at me.
I ignored their second warning, and right when I was about to take another step towards them, they fired.
One, two, three, three shots, was it? It could certainly be more, but I was sure that they had fired me at the very least free times, and directly at my chest at that.
''β¦'' I couldn't even manage the strength to scream in pain, was I really that drunk? In retrospective, it was quite stupid to ignore their warnings. Still, I would rather die than go to jail, a guy like me would be just fresh food to the inmates.
With that in mind, i took another step, and yet again they fired. This time, however, I wasn't able to keep walking.
I fell to the ground, and i heard many footsteps running towards me, probably the police now rushing to arrest me. Oh well, it was too late anyway, this much damage was surely fatal.
Soon enough, my eyes started close against my will and finally everything turned dark. What a shitty death.
. . .
[Welcome, player.]
'What.' I found myself standing completely still at an unknown location, and very much alive.
Just when i was about to consider just what had that strange voice meant by that, or how was I alive, I suddenly felt something sharp against my back.
''Don't stop, keep walking straight.'' A male voice warned me, and I immediately turned my head back to look at this new threat.
Right behind me, there was a man who appeared to be around 40ish years old, with brown hair and a short beard.
That wasn't what caught my attention, though. What caught my attention was the fact that he was wearing a real medieval steel armor, minus the helmet. Ah, and he was pointing a fucking sword at me.
''Yo, relax, relax!'' I panicked, I had just somehow managed to escape certain death, and now I had a real sword a few inches away from me.
''I told you to keep walking.'' This time, I could tell he wasn't joking, he was really going to stab me if I didn't play along.
And so, putting any thoughts about where I was or how did I get here aside, I started walking straight.
Apparently I was now at some sort of forest, since I was completely surrounded by trees.
'This is bad.' I thought, if I was at a forest then it was unlikely that I would find someone to help me, so I was alone in this one. 'What do I do?'
I could try and run, maybe? He was wearing armor, and I still had my casual clothes on me, surely I could outrun him, right?
'No, don't do anything stupid.' I told myself, if this guy wasn't all by himself then I was a hundred percent dead, plus, I didn't know shit about this forest.
We kept walking in silence for around half an hour, and just when I was thinking about running, that voice from before talked to me again.
[Quest: Escape certain death.
Reward: Two thousand XP.]
I almost stopped walking, too shocked by the sudden realization of just what this voice was. Why had I suddenly realized what was going on? Well, because I myself had read at least hundreds of novels about travels to another world, and this situation was ringing quite a few bells.
Still, as impossible as such a thing was, the proof was right there, in the form of a small blue transparent window showing me all the details of this mission I had just been assigned.
''Alright, that's far enough.'' My thoughts were interrupted by the man behind my back. He had stopped moving, and so did i. ''Here.''
With his right hand, he was holding his sword, and with his left one he was pushing a shovel towards my hands. I grabbed it, even though I was now pretty sure what this man was about to do to me.
''Start digging.'οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½ He said.
''β¦ Digging what?'' I asked, grabbing the shovel.
''What do you think? You're going to dig your own grave.'' He replied, a shit eating grin now adorning his face.
Well, what the fuck had I done to this man? I mean, seriously, I get another chance in life and I was already about to die again?
Oh well, at least I was now sure that I had been reincarnated in a new world, or the past, maybe, I wasn't sure about that just yet.
''No.'' I looked at him and deadpanned, astounded by his sheer stupidity.
''What do you mean no?'' The man asked me, seemingly surprised by my completely obvious answer.
''β¦ I'm not gonna dig my own grave!'' I felt pretty stupid having to explain something so simple, I mean, I never really understood this shit that happened all the time in the movies.
''If you don't, I'll kill you.'' He warned me, and pointed his sword dangerously close to my neck.
''You're going to kill me anyway if I dig my own grave.'' I pointed out, honestly, I was getting a little bit tired of this stupid situations, like, I had just literally died not even an hour ago and now I had to deal with the worst clichΓ© in movies, like, holy shit man.
''Huh, that's a good point.'' He realized, as if he hadn't thought about such a possibility. ''Give me that, I'll dig this myself.''
And just like that, he took the shovel out of my hands and attempted to dig, though he found out pretty quickly that it was difficult doing so with a sword in his hands.
''Here, hold this.'' He told me, and to my surprise, he literally handed the sword to me.
I silently looked at the sword in my hands as he started digging, disbelief written all over my face. 'Did this man just�'
He even had a scabbard, was this man retarded? Still, as I watched him dig, I smiled and pointed the sword to his neck. ''Now you dig your own grave!''
''β¦ No?'' He shot back.
''Dang it, I should've waited.'' I cursed, but stilI stabbed him nonetheless, right through his neck with his own short sword. ''Oh well, guess I'll have to dig.''
Honestly, what a retard. Guess i'll never know why he wanted to kill me, oh well.
[Quest completed: Escape certain death.
Reward: Two thousand XP.]
[Level Up.] [Level Up.]
Several windows popped right in front of my eyes, and for the second time in a single day I had a corpse resting at my feet.
''Next time, I'll wait until he finishes digging.'' I told myself, smiling slightly as a new mission popped up.
[Quest: Dig his grave.
Reward: A hundred and fifty XP.]
''Status.'' I tried saying the most generic command, hoping that I would trigger some kind of menu.
And just like that, a blue window appeared, showing my status.
[Status.]
Rowan: Human (Helltouched).
Level: 3.
XP until next level: 500/2000
Class: ???
HP: 170/170.
Mana: 90/90
STR: 4
AGI: 6
END: 5
INT: 6
WIS: 3
CHR: 8
LUK: 3
Stat points available: 15.
'This⦠This is going to be so much fun.' That was the only thing I could think about, I don't even know what dumb god had thought that it was a good idea to give someone like me this kind of power, but he had fucked up, big time.