"Lower beings, it's time for you to wake up."
"What the hell?"
Alexander opened his eyes with a voice present in his head. What he saw was a white room with thousands of people.
"Where are we?"
"What the fuck is this!?"
"Are they making some kind of dumb movie, I'm going to report them!"
Protests from all sides were heard in the room.
"Spanish, English, Russian..." It wasn't hard for him as a man from a modern society to identify other languages. Though that didn't mean he understood every word.
"Silence."
The same voice manifested in his head. He scanned his surroundings and noticed the same reaction from the crowd. One man tried to shout at the top of his lungs, but no sound came out.
Alexander tried to utter his name, but failed.
"Oh, inferior beings. After your souls left your bodies, they wandered aimlessly throughout our universe. Their journey has ended and it is time to choose a new path to follow."
The almost divine voice explained patiently.
"The lord has declared that your journey must begin. Farewell."
With the end of his words, a chilling darkness emerged like a tsunami from the horizon consuming everything in its path.
People panicked and fled in the opposite direction.
Thousands of people were running in panic while pushing others to escape this frightening darkness.
Alexander couldn't help but curse in his head as he also ran away. However, it was a pointless effort.
[System initiated.]
[Host soul examined.]
[Process completed.]
[Karma: 2500]
[Class category available.]
[Class: Hero (S).]
[Class: Sorcerer (A)].
[Class: Pope (A)]
[...]
[Trait category available.]
[Mana Ruler (S)]
[Ruler of the Aura (A)]
[Blessed by the World Tree (A)]
[...]
[Skill category available.]
[Divine Summoning (S)]
[Holy Spear (A)]
[Chains of mana (A)]
[...]
[Automatic selection process.]
["Primordial Adaptability (S)" has been selected] [...] [Primordial Adaptability (S) has been selected].
[Process completed.]
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"We must hurry to the end of the mountains!"
A line of people of all ages; old men, women, men and children, wearily walked the path once blazed by their ancestors.
A middle-aged man in wild animal garb and a helmet made from the skull of a wolf, oversaw the passage of his people from the mountain peak.
On the horizon tens of kilometers away a cloud of black smoke threatened to devour the sky.
The flames were reflected in his eyes that hid anger, resentment and sadness.
Abasi, tribal chief, averted his gaze from his home and focused his attention on leading his people.
"Before dawn we must be established! Go on!" After climbing down the mountain, he helped carry the wounded.
From the vanguard, he saw a few steps behind him a warrior of his tribe carrying an unconscious young man with sickly pale skin no more than 14 years old in his arms.
"This boy... I don't think he can lead us like the previous shaman did, but he is our last hope..."
His fears and now new responsibilities invaded his mind.
After a few seconds he shook his head and concentrated fully.
"Don't stop!"
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"My head hurts..."
Alexander opened his eyes for the second time. "I feel like I've been hit..." he thought painfully.
After feeling the cold touch of the floor on his back he sat up as he steadied himself.
As soon as his blurred vision returned to normal his whole body immediately tensed up. Unconsciously he raised his right arm and threw it forward.
"Argh!"
A faint groan was heard as a figure fell to the ground.
Alexander jumped like a scaredy cat as he saw the individual beside him.
A half-naked man was staring at him with his blue eyes.
"What the hell? Fuck me, did I get molested?" a shiver sailed through his entire body as he scanned his surroundings.
"Huh? A shack? Are we on another continent?"
He was surprised, curious and needless to add wary. He was inside a primitive hut created by exotic plants. The floor was dirt with traces of stones and bones everywhere.
His first thought was that this was a tribe originally from Africa. Then he examined the man in front of him who was staring at him like an animal.
"Tall, muscular, blond hair and blue eyes... Anyone would think he was a model if his face and clothing weren't so primitive."
Ignoring this man's appearance, Alexander noticed that his arm was trembling slightly while his fists were beginning to bleed.
In this small exchange he noticed two things.
First, his formerly tanned athletic body after being exposed to many hours in the sun was replaced by a sickly white skin and a weak physique.
The second point was more important than the first. "I feel like I hit a stone wall..."
Alexander was always confident in his fighting skills, however, he was not stupid enough to think that he could win against any opponent.
As he was absorbed in his thoughts, he saw the man hand him some items. "Shaman, here so you can heal your wounds."
An animal skin and some herbal water.
Alexander unconsciously raised an eyebrow. After the man insisted twice more, he took the objects. "He's not angry? He doesn't seem to have bad intentions."
"His language I don't know, but I can understand him for some reason."
As he thought about these facts, his brain finally reacted.
"Did I really reincarnate?"
As he asked himself a myriad of questions, the man got up and left the hut.
With this, Alexander relaxed a little and immediately felt the pain in every corner of his body.
He looked at the treatment material beside him and in the end decided not to use anything. He sat down while thinking deeply. In a few minutes, he heard shouting from outside.
"The shaman finally woke up. make way!"
A middle-aged man with a look neither more nor less peculiar; red hair, purple eyes and muscular build entered accompanied by more people.
Alexander scanned each person, behind he noticed a small crowd that formed with his arrival. Each one looked at him as if they were looking at a treasure.
"Tribal chief, finally the shaman woke up, we can start with the ceremony right away!" A young woman in her early twenties with a dark complexion and a fierce look spoke excitedly.
"That's right, now we can start the ceremony." The middle-aged man Alexander recognized as the leader nodded with a sigh.
"Everyone prepare what is necessary for the ceremony! We implore your forgiveness ancestors, but given the current situation we don't have enough material to perform a proper ceremony..." The tribal chief ordered pitifully.
"Yes, tribal chief!" The crowd nodded in unison as they moved swiftly.
Alexander was taken aback by this. He failed to see their movements. "They are like super soldiers..."
The tribal chief approached with firm steps. The two exchanged stares. The latter surprised the tribal chief.
"Hmm? I don't remember Azizi being so brave. In the past he was always frightened in my presence..."
However, after recalling past events it was rare that the young man did not experience changes. He could not help but sigh in sadness.
The tribal chief crouched down and still staring at him, said a few words. "Your father is dead."
Alexander raised a confused eyebrow. "What are you talking about? ..."
Before he could continue, his eyes went wide.
A spark flashed through his mind like a bullet.
She felt her insides convulse like a shattered dam.
Pain from deep within her being...her soul.
Fragments of memories came together as one.
A lifetime manifested in his mind.
She was born weak. In a sickly, weakened body, without much of a future in a world of wars.
However, that was no reason to live a bad life.
A warm smile from a beautiful woman who appeared to be his mother.
A middle-aged man with a mystical aura smiling at her every morning.
She grew up alongside them as she got to know more of this world.
Her family, her home, her friends...her tribe.
Until one stormy day.
A fire threatened to consume the entire forest. The sky was tinged with black. It looked like the punishment of some ancient god from his eyes.
His mother escaped with him through the forest. Then, the worst happened.
A stone spear was thrown in his direction.
His mother fell weakly to the ground while whispering to him to escape for his life.
Among the trees, a warrior from another tribe with a vicious grin emerged from the shadows.
Just when he thought it was the end of him, his father appeared accompanied by the warriors of his tribe.
The tribal chief and his father argued for a few seconds before the two parted.
He saw the figure of his father fighting against the spear warrior as his tribe carried him away.
After this whirlwind of memories, Alexander came back to reality.
He had only been gone for a few seconds, but in that time he remembered a lifetime.
Then, a blue hologram appeared before his eyes.
[User: Alexander Carey]
[Level: 1]
[EXP (1/100)]
[Strength: 2]
[Agility: 2]
[Vitality: 1]
[Mana: 4 (40/40)]
[Trait/s: Primordial Adaptability (S)]