Name: Wacky Wally LEVEL 100
Class: Wizard
Gear: World Wizard armor set/ Wisdom Wand
Techniques: Wizardry+/Arcane Research+/Wagic+/Martial Magic+/Rouge+
Talents: Innate Magic Capacity/Double Cast/Multi Cast/Noble Prestige/Charm/Lucky/Arcane talent/Wagic affinity
Titles: Slaughterer/Dragon Slayer/Beast Slayer/Arcane Champion/Pain in the ass/Sole Victor/Scholar/Item Savvy/Merchant/Foodie
My character panel was the last thing I saw after the damning vortex swallowed me. A drowsy feeling overwhelmed my mind, then I fell asleep.
...
I don't know how long I have slept, but when I woke up, I felt a sense of immense clarity— I can describe the experience to be liberating as if an invisible weight was taken away from me.
When I woke up, my eyes met the green forest that reminded me of the Easter Egg.
Transmigration, is it? That's crazy. I am already mentally ill, I don't want more convincing reasons as to why I should be sent to a mental hospital.
A head poked from the tall grasses in front of me. It was green, and have long ears. It is a goblin, a typical fantasy monster.
I am tense. The idea that I have been kidnapped is slowly going down the drain. Wait, maybe this is a prank?
"Fancy costume you have their. Enough with the pranks. Do you know that kidnapping is illegal?"
But the goblin didn't pay any attention to what I am saying. It lunged on me with feral glee waving an arm-length rusty sword in its grip.
I felt something in my hand, its a stick the length of a ruler, its top with a pointy edge, like a stake, while its base is of thicker wood that can be used as a grip.
"Come at me, you're too short. I will trample you with my size advantage." You see, its in my personality not to back out from fights. Even if what I only have is a stick, I will fight. Even if my foe have a threateningly rusty sword that can inflict tetanus, I will fight.
I swiftly evaded the goblin to the side then stabbed my hardest. The tip of my stick met the goblin's head with an oomph!
This is self defense, so it works just fine. A stab from a stick won't kill anyone anyway.
I am not John Wick. I can't kill a person with a pencil!
But whatever I am doing, I have exceeded my own expectations. Blue light started to escape from my stick, then like an erupting volcano— a pillar of pure energy were unleashed to the poor goblin.
The goblin itself was turned to dust, not a speck of its existence remained to be seen.
Trees were blown apart making a trench of 2 meters thick, and a length that I can't get an estimate.
I didn't kill the goblin!
It was annihilated, damn it!
Maybe, they used a special effect to make that burst of light, then somehow got the goblin vanish. Or maybe the goblin has been a hologram from the beginning, and this all are an intricate light display, just for the sake of pranking me.
All of this must be optical illusions!
Fuck that, I stared at my unassuming stick. The longer I stare at it, the more I realize the odd familiarity I am getting from it...
***
After blasting the poor goblin to oblivion, a sudden headache assaulted me. The chaotic fluctuations of emotions started to clash. I feel tumultuous thoughts arising from within. Emotions that came in pair with what I believe are foreign memories.
Memories from a different perspective, my game character's perspective. Specifically, the memories of Wacky Wally, my alter ego. His first adventure, the most often harassment he performs on his fellow players, and the most recent six hours of the final event. Everything.
The stench of blood from the first goblin he slain. The first quest he made. The life of a very different version of me~ in a world filled with magic.
It took me some time to find a pond that can reflect my image with great clarity. The sun is up in the sky reflecting the perfect image of a wizard in the said pond, this further concludes the factuality of my transmigration.
But as a sane and NOT delusional man I am. I won't be stepping down from my denial stage still. The stick that I am holding is the Wisdom Wand, a legendary grade weapon I got from pilfering the dead. Taking advantage of my rouge related skills I luckily learned in the chaotic free-for-all final event of the game, I was able to improve my gear every kills I accomplished.
Remembering the warlock, my last enemy in the final event, I felt that luck kind of pulled a big role in my victory.
The pond reflects the image of a young wizard. Black hair, black eyes and pale skin. His face possess an intimate resemblance to my original face except the lack of glasses.
My legendary armor set, the World Wizard is just a plain hooded robe, its color is of dark blue. It is as unassuming as my legendary weapon.
I walked my way forwards, while my hood is properly covering my head from the sun.
Some goblins blocked my way, so I gently sent them off with an arcane bolt, a much milder version of the arcane pillar of light that I initially used against the first goblin I met prior to my transmigration.
The arcane bolt as its name suggest is a shimmer of bolt made of pure magical power. The magic points used have barely an effect to my magic resource, so I won't be experiencing symptoms of mana deficiency any time soon. This is how I remember it from the game. If the game mechanics also works in this world, it is yet remained to be seen.
This expanse of forest must be the wild forest. The numerous low level wild beasts and goblins are a dead give away. Monsters in this place ranges from level 1 to 10. Their are also stray wild bosses on rare occasions. As a casual gamer who stayed as a level 12 for some time, this place is very familiar to me.
"Help! Someone, please! I need help!"
Hearing the cry for help made my nerves tense. This might be my first human interaction since coming to this world.