Jamal awakened his eyes, his mind still focused on the embarrassing incident that occurred earlier. He expected himself to be ontop a medical bed, but instead he found himself on grass, towering trees surrounding him. There were around 5 people that were in front of him, wearing various costumes that looked like something he would expect in a medieval world.
"Oh hell nah this a clan meeting?" Jamal accidently blurted outloud.
He got up quickly and got in a fighting stance. Since he was nine he knew how to fight. He was a part time drive by shooter part time student. He was used to fighting, not mentioning he was 6,4
and athletic from playing basketball and football.
Before he threw hands he looked at who was in front of him. There was an extremely tall fat guy, around 7 ft tall with an axe. Next to him was a slim but slightly muscular guy that looked like a knight, gripping on his sword. To his side was another guy, unlike the first two, he was brown and had curly hair, but he didn't have any particular role to play in this cosplay party.
Aight, we got a brother, he thought to himself, as a wave of relief came to him.
Finally, he looked at the last two, it was two girls, one that wore like a healer, the other a mage with a sword? One thing was for sure though, he immediately laid his eyes on them, switching focus from one girl to the other.
The healer was blonde, her eyes forest-green, and she had pale skin. She had a small nose and relativly big lips. She had a curvy body but curvy in the sense that it was distrubted all in the right places. The girl next to her had curly black hair, but still pale skin, her eyes brown and a small nose like the other girl except she had brown frickles. She didn't have much in her upper body but definitely got some south.
Nah Jamal, control yourself, we don't need a repeate of what happened earlier, he said to himself.
The male knight ran to him, his medium sized brown hair moving to the side, swinging his sword. Jamal wasn't British so he wasn't experienced with swords, but he definitely knew how to weave.
"Ain't no way boy, goofy head ahh," Jamal said, laughing as the knight fell to the ground, he's metal armor creating a loud noise as when he crashed onto the earth. Before seconds, Jamal started emoting at the knight before jumping on him (Pause) and disarming him before he could swing anymore. "Yo homie, your sword looking a bit too nice not gonna cap."
Jamal took the knights sword and pointed it at the big guy.
"Yo check out my SoundCloud I'm about to get two followers on gang," Jamal said, shamelessly self advertising. "Where I'm I again?"
"Your near Everest southerner," The tall man said, ignoring the uncomprehsive words the foreign man had said.
"Nigga what you just call me?" Jamal got riled up, angry at the fact the man just called him a southerner. He tried to think about why he might have said that, south of the world was Africa, but he was in the US, he could have meant "The South." Maybe his accent sounded southerner.
"Boy what you ju-"
"We saw you laying by yourself, we thought we should help, well everybody except Daren," The healer said, pointing at the knight that Jamal was on top of. "May you please get off him?"
"Aight bruh, but I ain't gon give Mr. Bozo over here his sword. Where I'm I again?"
Upon asking that question, a blue screen popped in front of him.
//You have been reincarnated into a world\\
Damn I died like that easily? Jamal thought, as the screen went on.
//I'm your personal System, adjusted to specifically you\\
Oh he my mans for real, Jamal thought to himself again.
//The peole in front of you are all much stronger then you by a huge margine, its best you do not agreviate them until you get stronger.\\
And how would I do just that? Jamal questioned.
//You will need to find a suitable source of mana which can be done by three ways, first real training to gain power with various breathing techniques or strengthening your spirit. The third way was specifically created just for you. You can take mana from females, the amount of mana various on how well you make the girl fall for you\\
Damn bro knows me forreal, I'm gon be the strongest in no time, Jamal thought to himself once more. But how did I defeat the knight if I'm weaker then him?
//You caught him by surprise\\
Oh hell nah so bro underestimated me? Plus the fact they huddled around me in the middle of a forest like this a clan gathering, no way he not racist bruh, Jamal thought to himself.
//Word twin they buggin for real but that's why you gotta be stronger then them or else you gon end up like that goofball over there\\
So this is it what the system meant by its adjusted for me specifically, Jamal thought, surprised at the sudden use of slang.
Even without the system telling him, Jamal immediately saw who he was talking about. It was the brown guy with curly hair, who looked like a child compared to the boulder of a man to his left. He was lucky though, he was stationed right next to the female knight.
Aight bet, we gon have to let it rest today, Jamal thought.
"Yo my bad guys," Jamal announced, as he started walking to the group, the knight finally getting on he's legs once Jamal got off of him.
Jamal simply smiled, there were already two baddies before him, and although he wasn't say a loser incel in his past life, he certainly wasn't a player. Why? Because all the girls in his school except for a selective few were ugly, but here they are, girls that he could only dream of.
What a great start to a great new life, Jamal thought.