"He threw a goddamned book at my fucking son and you're asking me to calm down!?" Stiles sighed, hearing the angry shout of his father as the principal of Beacon Hills High tried to calm him down so they could talk politely (as politely as they could), meanwhile Stiles was sitting just outside of he guy's office while Scott stood by his side, helping him clean his nose- There was still blood on it, but the broken nose wasn't broken anymore thanks to his [Gamer] Unique Skill, apparently all damage would be converted to numbers and effects, meaning if he broke an arm he'd reeive a certain time in which his arm would continue to be broken, after that time the arm would naturally be set back and be like it never even happened as the bones and muscles healed without much problem, he also learned he could heal himself by eating things and resting too, he also used tissue to stop the bleeding from his nose until the effecy went away.
Thankfully from that he received the skill [Pain Resistance] alongside the [Bleeding Resistance] skill, both which went up to lvl 9 and lvl 3 respectively due to his 'experience ' with such things- Well, 17 years of his life he has definitely felt pain and bled before! Stiles felt tired from what he did, it helped that Coach dismissed him from going to practice for the next week until his nose was fine so of course he took that opportunity! "Are you okay?" Scott McCall, his best friend, asked from the side making Stiles hiss and nod, it was only a book being thrown at him, sure, it was a very heavy book and he received the skill [Physical Damage Resistance] that went up to lvl 3 thanks to the impact of the book- But hey! He wasn't in pain... Much. "Yeah, yeah i am..."
He thought back to his new unique skill, it would make his body react less to his emotions? He thought about activating it for a second and suddenly his body felt cold, a chill went through his body and he felt a veil-like energy cover his head, he felt pain still but his body wasn't hindered by it, he felt pissed off about Harris still but he didn't think his body was tense as it was a few minutes ago, his muscles relaxing and everything going slowly back to normal- Heartbeats slowing down and all that jazz: "Huh." Scott made a weird face as he whispered, making Stiles curious about what he was thinking- 'Should i use that skill on him?' He forgot to use on others to gather information on them, but now Scott was here! 'Plus, the skill only gives me the name, race, level, max mp, sp, hp, and shit like that.' He concluded and used the skill, clearly not prepared to what he was about to see:
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Name: Scott McCall
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Lvl: 25
Race: Werewolf (Omega)
Titles: [Omega], [True Alpha Potential]
HP: 1000/1000
MP: N/A
SP: 1000/1000
Weaknesses: Wolfsbane, Electricity, Letharia Vulpina, Full Moon, Lunar Eclipse, Loud Noises, Mountain Ash, Fire.
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'Werewolf?' Shock filled his mind as his thoughts went through a thousand scenarios a minute, but his heartbeat and everything else was calm and normal, he could feel his anxiety as he asked Scott in a very calm and neutral tone: "Scott, wannaa tell me something?" He opened his eyes and stared at the boy who is like a brother to him, seeing as he tensed for a second before shaking his head in denial, not saying anything: "Okay then." He doesn't want to tell him, then he won't push it and won't tell him about his weird experiences either, because he's sure everything's real by now- A book thrown to his face was more than enough to make him sure that he wasn't having some sort of hallucination: "Let's go home, Stiles." His dad came through the door, furious but concerned about him, which made Stiles smile at him- He had many things to learn and research, because if Werewolves are real, what else is?
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[Dungeon Generation: You can enter and leave dungeons created by you! To enter you use 10 Mp, to Leave you do the same.
Available Dungeons:
Lvl 1: Mirror Dimension [A complete copy of the world around you, however, no one else but you exist in this dimension for it is a copy of your original world! You can see the outside world by willing your eyes to change, giving people the sensation of being watched.
No copies of itens can be taken out of this dimension.]
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He tested it, entering a Mirror Dimension and willing himself to see the outside as it was and let me tell you- Never had he ever felt like a stalker when he watched his dad working on some papers- He read them by his side, and even took them from his dad's hands as those were copies of the paper, he was investigating the death of another person too- Someone who was like Laura Hale, mauled to death by an animal. "Well, more like a Werewolf." His hands stretched to touch his dad and he saw how the man suddenly shivered, as if a cold air went through him- Oh, he can feel him if he touches him? Then isn't it better to call this the Ghost Dimension or something? "Well, back to my room i go." He had many things to research, mostly about Werewolves, Wolfsbane, and- His phone vibrated, he took a look at it and saw that it was Scott who was texting him:
[Scott: Hey Stiles, an u hel me fin my inhale?]
[Stiles: Dude, fix your texts.]
[Scott: U understood em tho]
[Stiles: Fine, but where did you loose it?]
[Scott: Preserve? When we were looking for that dead girl]
[Stiles: Hey, you fixed your writing!]
[Scott: U comin?]
[Stiles: Me and my large mouth... Sure, I'll come.]
He sighed, maybe if he gave Scott enough time he would tell him about whatever was going on with him, but until then he will keep his power as a secret too! He clenched his hands as a spark of blue lightning went through it, he found out that he wasn't immune to his own power, which earned him the [Electricity Resistance lvl 1], which reduced the damage he received from electricity and the paralysis effect that followed after, which was good. 'Electricity's out of the list of things that i have to fight against Werewolves- Need wolfsbane, just in case, and Mountain Ash, also known as Rowan Wood. "Dad, Scott texted me and he wants my help with our Math homework, so I'm going there to help him!" he called out to his father, lying effectively, as he walked psst him- The only response he got was a 'Be careful' from his dad as he walked to his blue jeep: 'Maybe?' He had a strange thought, something that might be possible since magical powers were at the tip of his hands- He thought about making the Jeep into his own fortress, but that'll have to wait.
He helped Scott and they soon were at the Preseve, Scott searching for his inhaler- "Are you sure you lost it here?" Stiles crouched on the ground, hand brushing against the leaves as his eyes focused on analyzing everything around him, his ears searching for any noise, his nose searching for any scent: "I'm pretty sure." Stiles hummed as his mind clicked in place and he felt this weird sense, like he was being watched-
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[Due to the circumstances, you unlocked the skill:
Sense Danger lvl 1: You can sense danger around you, the higher the level of this skill, the more detail on the danger you receive.]
[Observant Trait: Any observation type skill receives 50% more experience]
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He raised his head as a shiver went down his spine, he saw a man and the first thought that went through his mind was: Damn. Because the man a sin with legs, walking towards them in all his bad boy glory wearing leather and tight pants, there was this strange glow in his eyes when they nade eye contact and Stiles felt this weird sensation within him:
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Derek Hale has used his [Werewolf Eyes] on you!
It had no effect for you are not a Werewolf.
You feel your soul shaking, something changed.
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Scott, however, was glaring straight at Derek as if he was his worst enemy, walking forward a few steps before Stiles pulled him by the neck earning him a startled yipping sound that reminded him of those videos he watched of wolves playing: "Hey, what're you doing here? This is private property." Stiles felt weird after hearing the guy's voice, it was soothing? Yeah, soothing and strangely soft to his ears, he had to stop himself before he said: "We're sorry, sir, but we're looking for my friend's inhaler- Have you seen it around here? He said he's sure that he lost it here, if you can help us we'll leave right now." He used as much sincerity in his voice as he could, because he was almost pissing his pants when the guy gave him this glare-
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[Due to your actions you unlocked the Skill: Persuasion
Due to your previous experience with this skill, it has leveled up to lvl 22
Persuasion lvl 22: Your words, when used to persuade someone to do something, are 22% more effective. Charisma Stat greatly affects this skill!]————————————————————————————
He and Derek looked at each other's eyes for a few moments before the older man took Scott's inhaler out of his pocket and threw it to him so he could catch it, Scott quickly grabbed it and Stiles added 'Super Reflexes' to the list of powers Werewolves have, because he's sure Scott would have never caught it before! "There. Now leave." Stiles nodded and dragged Scott with him while hissing at him for his stupidity: "Scott, my man, my brother, never again go challenging people! That guy's dangerous, and hot, but mostly dangerous!" Scott gave him these lost puppy eyes as Stiles dragged him by the ear: "Sure he's like Sex on Legs, but you are Stupidity on Legs, how have you lived so far? That guy's dangerous, son of the Sheriff, i know shit!" He coughed a little, his throat raw from mumbling to Scott as he kept giving him puppy eyes.
"Now, I'll take you home and you can go to that date... With what's her name again?"
"Allison Argent."
Stiles felt a weird feeling about her last name- Argent. He heard this name before, but he doesn't remember where...
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Once he was home, Stiles went on a research spree about several different types of flowers, since he planned on using his skills to the max and protect himself from whatever was going to happen, because his skill [Danger Sense] has been giving him this dreadful sensation of a foreboding danger that will eventually come! Werewolves have strong senses of smell, hearing, and sight, he confirmed it by acting around Scott and messing with him, disguising it as a prank- He even got the skill [Acting] with it and managed tk bring it to level 10 in one single day! His [Dungeon Generation] has also level up to level 5, and with it he managed to get a new dungeon:
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[Zombie Dungeon: Filled with humanoid and animalistic zombies (from Walkers to Runners), this dungeon can drop items ranging from:
Zombie Teeth
Rotten Flesh
Drain Life (Skill Book)
Money
and Mp, Hp, and Sp potions.]
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This was the best thing that happened to him, he eagerly took a bat with him before entering the dimension and activating his [Cold Blood] Unique Skill to make sure he doesn't have a panic attack- The place was an isolated city, full of these humanoids with rotten flesh and animals alike, there were strange blobs of flesh that jumped around and he knew- He wanted to level up, to be safe in the future because Werewolves would probably be the last of his concerns! "Oh, there's one here." Slowly walking up to him was a rotten body, it looked fragile but Stiles didn't want to underestimate this thing, so he held his aluminum bat before an idea went through his mind- What if he used his weapon as a channel for his [Shock] skill so he doesn't have touch the corpse? Thankfully, his bat was a metal weapon, unfortunately it also affected him, but he dealt more damage to the zombie with his attacks rather than damaging himself!
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[You've killed a lvl 10 Zombie!]
[You've received experience]
[Zombie Teeth (×4)]
[Rotten Flesh (×2)]
[Zombie Teeth: Ew. What can you do with this? Well, you'll have to figure it out.]
[Rotten Flesh: Contains traces of the zombie virus that affected these who were once human.]
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Time to grind.