When waking up from a mid-class nap one does not expect to open their eyes to a man with a huge sword standing over them. But this was exactly how my life in a new world began. The man was huge in stature, his body seemed to be a mix of fat and muscle that was thrown into a man who towered over you at 6'5. He was wearing a set of full black armor that completely covered his body, except his face. Deep down I wish that he had put one on because his face was the exact description of a guy with a chubby pig face.
The man looked me up and down before frowning. "So this is supposed to be the hero? He looks weak, skinny, and not to mention the fact he has no guts. Look at him shaking in fear." The man said to nobody in particular. The room was completely empty except for the two of them. He spoke in a deep, snobbish voice that seemed to fit almost all noble stereotypes.
I continued to look at him in confusion before sighing. "Man, what fucking dream am i in? I mean look at this guy." I said out loud as I started getting up off the ground. "He's fatter than a pig, his eyes are bloodshot, and his armor barely fits around his body."
Cain picked himself off the ground before turning to the man. "So, may I ask what in the world is going on? Is this some kind of prank? If so, that fat noble disguised is amazing."
The man seemed to be taken back by Cain's comment and promptly began to shout at him. "Fat!?!" He screamed, his face quickly turning red with rage. "Who do you think you are to call me fat?" Cain just stared at the man for a few seconds, his brain slowly working out that whatever was currently going wasn't some prank.
"I'm sorry?" Cain said, trying to calm the large man down, but instead, the man continued to scream at the top of his lungs. "I'll have you know that I am Lord Alexander Durham!... What? What do you find so funny?" The man screamed at Cain as he giggled to himself. "Phhf, Your last name is DurHAM." He answers bursting out into laughter.
The man, his face red with anger quickly pulled out a black sword with red swirls on it. Seeing the sword, Cain quickly shut up as soon as he saw the sword. He quickly shoved his left hand into his pocket and balled his hand around something.
"Do you dare make fun of Lord Durham? You fool, I was going to play nice with you and have you swear your servitude to me, but it seems just like all the other heroes you're also nothing more than a rat in the path of a great cat." The man says laughing loudly, neck rolls flopping on his chin. "With this sword I will be able to..." But Cain did not let him finish that sentence as he takes out a pocket knife and proceeds to stab it into the left eye of Lord Durham.
"You manga ass nobility are all the same, your head is so far up your ass that you really think people will let you monologue as you kill them."Cain screams as he tries to push the pocket knife deeper into the skull of the Lord. Durham let loose louse pig-like screams as he stabbed his sword into the chest of Cain causing him to lose grip on the knife for a second, before doubling his effort to kill the man.
"Stop! Stop!" He screamed as the blood from his eye poured into his mouth causing him to slur his words. "The king! she Kwing Will Humt you dowm!" He screamed as his fat body finally fell onto the ground. Cain let go of his knife and after a few seconds of looking at the now-dead Durham collapsed on his back and closed his eyes, the adrenalin from the attack finally wearing off causing the pain of the stab wound to hurt all the more.
Cain could hear 3 pairs of loud metallic boots slowly approaching the room, unable to move without immense pain. Cain instead opted to take out and Light what was most likely his last cigarette. Looking over to his left Cain could see a man with two guards on both sides of him. The man almost looked disinterested in the scene in front of him until seeing Cain still alive on the ground.
"Well, would you look at this? At first, I thought it was a group of rebels who came and killed my daughter's future husband, but no, It ended up being another worlder."
Cain managed a smile and looked at the man a little closer. He looked old but at the same time young. His white hair was combed back, his face looked chiseled and sharp while also having a few wrinkles to show his age. "Damn, you were marrying your daughter to that pig? I feel sorry for her."
The man nodded his head and gave him a smile. "Well yes, that was why we summoned you, that sword in your chest was supposed to transfer your power into his body while also slimming it down, but as I can see, you obviously won that battle. Too bad that sword has only one use."
He shook his head before turning to the soldiers behind him. "Throw him into the pit. Well just summon another one in 5 years." He remarks as the two guards grab Cain and start pulling him to a hatch in the room.
"Oh, the man says before he is thrown down. Welcome to the world of Sarbon, soon to be controlled by Sariona." And with that final piece of dialogue, the men easily throw Cain down a long shaft that opens into a large room with thousands of bodies lining the ground. Once his body slammed into a pile of bodies below him he slowly started to succumb to his wound, only barely seeing a shadowy figure move over him.