[It is currently the 2nd game version Host, but elements from the third one might appear as this is not the game world you used to play.]
"Warhammer II or III?" Mark said unsurely waiting for the system to reply
"Holy fucktard! Where am I then" Mark then remembered the accent of the natives as well as the culture they have which reminded him of an underdog faction he didn't play as he was always using the Lizardmen, Wood Elves or the Dwarves. And he rarely arrives at this region because he always play with Hard settings thus always struggles to hold at least six Provinces.
"Brettonia?" Mark asked in an unsure voice
[Affirmative, you are now currently in the Dukedom of Moussillon, the infamous shunned Dukedom of Brettonia.]
"What year is it?"
[It is currently in the 1550 Imperial Calendar]
"Hmm? 1550 IC, damn I have no knowledge of this shit at all! How am I gonna survive in this hellhole I was put in?! There are Gods and Avatars oh cosmic beings here! Wait, I also have to deal with the power hungry corrupted nobles here!" Mark slumped down on the floor as he felt things aren't going easy even with a system.
"System, what's your purpose? For real though, what's your purpose?" Mark stared blankly at the air as he remembered facts about this world. At how there is a Dragon under this world asleep that is even bigger than Smaug from LOTR. Another being that's even bigger than a Kaiju, he remembered that those beings only wake up during very strong Thunderstorms.
[I am just an 'Assistant' for the Host in general terms, Currently my functions are limited as your achievement level is still not high enough to unlock some features in the Manor.]
"Heh, how quaint then, but from what I know though is that I'm in a society that has people that dared fight hulking monsters like Humanoid Crocodiles, Eight feet tall Steroid Rat, Dinosaurs and even Tree Men!! How am I going to gain an achievement in a war torn world like this?" Mark sneered and said in pure derisiveness now that he understood his situation.
[Host is reminded that you now have your own dinosaur to command, also isn't there another chest you haven't opened yet. Whatever is inside the Silver Chest it is surely valuable enough to help you on your journey. And you have that ring with you for self-defense, as you currently are not even much of an influence then there is no problem anyone paying attention to you right now.]
Mark sighed and laid down the floor as he felt that things were at least not as dark as he thought it would be.
"You know what? You're right, I still have some hope here as no one yet knows much of my existence. But must I really join the War? If you have any idea of what I was before then maybe it is possible for me to be like those lords with no duties maybe?" Mark said as he tried to find some leniency from the System.
[Host need not worry as I have no authority to give you quest for achievements, it is only possible if you yourself have set upon a goal to follow. And besides, host doesn't need to join a war to gain achievements, it was not stated that only wars could give achievements.]
"What do you mean? It's not need for me to join battles? Neat! So achievements mean that something I worked hard for?" Mark tilted his head as he tried using his four brain cells to think.
[Technically it is like that in general terms but it will be judge by a set of rules by the system to determine the amount of reward you would get.]
"Okay, brain ain't braining." Mark said as he looked blankly at the ceiling as last of his brain cells exhausted themselves.
[Like what is mentioned earlier, set a goal and the system would do the rest.]
"Really? I want a big dick!" Mark shouted impulsively quite unbelieving.
[Ding!]
[Mission Issued: Peepee too small? Get swole!!!
-The host has small d-energy thus wanted a enhancement of sorts thus must complete the following exercises to gain that Top-G attitude!
:100 push-ups/day
:100sit-ups/day
:100air-squats/day
:10km run/ day
:Complete set for one year in mission world
Remarks: Host need not save on electricity or eat small meals, you might go bald!!
Rewards-(Muscle Enhancement Serumx1)
(Skill Book: Step-mom is tired, she needs a Massage technique)
Punishment- If host failed he'll stay with small d-energy forever.]
Mark smiled at first but later on paled as he saw the consequences if he ever failed the routine. He instantly sat up and looked blankly at the blue screen as he felt thousands of alpacas stomped on his family jewels in one second.
"Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit!!!" Mark really wanted to slap himself as he really shot himself in the foot this time. But something caught his attention again as the blue screen in front of him flickered and showed a chart to him.
[Ding!]
[Mark Johnson: LVL-1 :Male]
[Race:Human???]
[Titles: N/A]
[Stats- HP 100/100 MP 20/20]
[*STR-9 ] [*END-5]
[*AGI-8 ] [*DEX-7]
[*INT-4 ] [*WIS-2]
[*CHA-12] [*LUK-39]
[Skills]
[ACTIVE: N/A]
[PASSIVE: N/A]
[INVENTORY]
[Gold coins-623, Minion(House Rat, Sickly Horse, Bastiladon & Orphan), Ring of Fire]
[PETS]
[Mentally handicapped Pug]
[TERRITORY}
[N/A]
[Remarks: Host is a really poor sod, how pathetic]
Mark stared at his System panel stopping the urge to have a tantrum at how hurtful the last part was, the System even renamed the dog. Mark then sighed in defeat as he felt he brought this to himself for shouting something stupid. At least he got what he asked for but the cost of failing is too high.
Mark stood up and looked at the clock and realized it was already ten in the morning in the mission world, maybe if he got working right now then hi might just finish the Exercise by the end of the day. He then remembered he had a backyard to explore so he calmed himself down and went to the back door.
Soon he arrived at the backyard and what greeted him was a wide field of grass growing up to his knee. Mark was stunned at the sight and realized that his Manor was bigger that he thought but then stopped as he remembered something. He looked around for a fence and realized there was none.
Mark was surprised as this meant that his backyard is not in the same place as where the Manor is. He remembered distinctively that the building was attached to many other buildings that surrounds his manor. In no way that there was this much space.
[Host has now found the 'Backyard', a small dimension at the size of 25,000 km3. Can be further upgraded in the future should enough resources is gathered by the host.]
"Holy crap that much?! I can put an Army inside here and no one would know. But why would I do that, I can keep this place my own private space." Mark smiled as things at least felt better for him.
[It is your private space]
"Whatever, hmm?" Mark noticed the Pug was now affectionately rubbing against him looking at his eyes with his weird way of looking at both left and right.
"You aren't as repulsive as I thought you would be, I kind of find you a bit cute. Hehehe…" Mark smiled as he bent down and picked the asthmatic dog to his embrace. He was then greeted by licks toward his face.
"Eww, stop that!! That tickles!" Mark smiled as he felt comfort for the first time in two months. He then heaved a big sigh of relief as he slightly accepted that this is his fate now. Can't take chances if the stake is his prized jewels, Mark then put the Pug down and noted to give the thing a name later on.
"Alright! Let's do this, but before that let's make these thing free." Mark pointed in front of him as three things came out simultaneously from three magical circles. So that's how it looked like, last time Mark wasn't able to look at the sudden event but it looked clear to him how the summoning happened. Now in front of him appeared the rest of the minions he had received from the gift pack.
A Fat Rat that seemed like it couldn't walk on its own, a horse that seemed like it was on its last moments but it got energized seeing the vast grassland around us and a long haired 8ft bronze man wearing only large leather shorts held by a rope. The man was weird looking though, he looked like a giant chi- yeah of course why not a giant Orphan!!!