Far away in a distant land, there was a small village. Its people were faithful believers of gods, although most of them couldn't use their miracles. Miracles were gifts from the gods. All ranges of abilities, such as simple healing miracles, and teleporting oneself into their own home.
In that village, there was a small house, indistinguishable from the others. However, a few people were waiting anxiously outside its door.
In the house were four people. A married couple, a man wearing all white with a symbol of a rose in the middle, seemingly a priest, and in the bed, they circled, laid a young man, no older than thirteen.
"Oh your holiness," The married man anxiously said, "How is my boy doing? He hasn't shown a single sign of waking up since the attack!"
The priest, however, didn't respond, and simply continued his prayers in low voice.
The married couple looked at the priest with worried looks. It has been 3 weeks since their boy was attacked, and despite most of his injuries having been cured, he still hasn't shown any sign of waking up!
After a couple of moments, the priest slightly scowled while closing his eyes.
'It's odd.' The priest thought, 'Every time I came here, It feels like the healing miracle is less and less effective. And now, it's like it doesn't even have any effect on him! What's going on?'
From what he knew, the boy didn't have any lasting damage, and his brain was in a good condition. Most types of comatose are laughable in front of his healing miracle, so this shouldn't be happening. He should've woken up a long time ago!
The priest let out a sigh and waved his hand to sign for someone to come. In the same instant, a rather brute-looking man entered the house. With huge muscles bulging, the man slowly reached the boy. Despite his aggressive appearance, this man was a firm believer, and a gentle soul, despite his brutish-looking body, and the scar running through his face.
"Buck." The Priest called out while looking at the Brute, and nodded towards him. Buck, was his name, understood what he had to do, and pulled out a syringe with a transparent liquid in it. The liquid was known as Pyria. The priest chanted a prayer at the syringe, and Buck injected the syringe into the unconscious boy's neck. However, it was a bit difficult to tear through the boy's neck, as evident by the Brute's expression. It was weird, for someone that was almost 2 meters tall to struggle with this insignificant task.
Buck was as puzzled as the Priest. When they first tried to heal the boy a few weeks ago, the syringe entered without any problems. But every day after that when they tried to inject the syringe, Buck noticed it was becoming harder and harder to inject it as if the boy's flesh is becoming stronger by the second and adapting in order to protect himself from the needle.
After a few uncomfortable moments, Buck managed to finally inject it. When they first injected the syringe a few weeks ago, they immediately noticed positive changes, like the boy's fever lowering, and color getting to his face, but now, the syringe didn't even seem to have any effect. This was a world-renowned medicine, known for curing many ailments in a matter of seconds, with the stronger ailments only taking a minute or so.
All this time, the married couple looked at their own child nervously. The mother, specifically, seemed like she would break down once again, like every time they came here to cure him. Buck glanced at the couple with saddened eyes. The father was quite tall, slightly taller than Buck, and was quite muscular. Adam was his name. He had brown eyes and hair, and his clothes were that of normal villagers. The mother was quite tall as well, but nothing close to the monstrosity that was Buck and Adam. Her name was Hazel, which was fitting, since her hair and eyes, like the father, was brown as hazelnuts, and her clothes were similar to other villagers. She had a rather illustrious body, with beautiful curves that would make any man salivate.
It saddened him to see their pitiful appearance on the verge of breaking down. He felt especially saddened by Adam. Despite Buck's appearance, he wasn't that old. He remembered the first time this father of the boy giving Buck food when he was just a small child, begging for food on the street.
This father was intending on sending his boy to a famous academy known for their miracles and magic, a renowned academy called Glint's Academy. It was a battle academy, intending to train any talented student in order to become a fit warrior, a hunter, a mage, or perhaps all three of them.
But now, seeing the boy's condition, it seems the father will never let his son go there, ever, if his boy were to ever wake up. If he went into a coma after just a single battle, it's evident that the boy cannot become a warrior, if every battle he will have will lead to this.
The boy's body just cannot handle it.
The brute sighed and turned to the Priest. The Holiness, they called him, even the brute himself admired and respected the man. He was known for many miracles and was said that a simple miracle from him can make a person burn from the inside out.
The Priest nodded while looking at the boy, and bid his farewells to the parents.
"While I cannot say when he'll wake up, but rest assured, the boy bears no life-threatening injuries."
The parents kept nagging him with questions, but the Priest simply looked at them with eyes full of remorse. He truly tried everything he had, but alas, his miracles were barely having any effects. Even his healing magic, which could easily heal brain damage and all sorts, and was a miracle that he barely uses on anyone, can barely do anything now. He hasn't heard of anything like this. He knew there were resistances against some offensive miracles, but even then, what kind of resistance is there for healing miracles?
At the very least, the boy didn't bear any ailments. He was as healthy as a normal boy should be, and yet he didn't wake up.
The Priest let out a sigh, chanted a prayer for the parents, and left along with the brute.
The parents kept near the boy, with the mother keep wallowing over him. Crying out his name while her tears kept flowing like a waterfall.
"Oh Ain, oh my precious Ain…" Adam solemnly looked at his wife, before letting out a sigh and carrying the boy to his room. He didn't want his wife to break down ever further, afraid that her fragile heart might break at this rate. He convinced her to leave him alone, to let him rest, to which she barely accepted.
The parents left the room, with the father closing the door with an audible thud.
Like a prank, right after they left, the boy's eyes started to flutter as a scowl appeared on his face. He uncomfortably shifted in his bed, letting out soft grown.
'What the hell is this sound?!' Ain thought as he kept on letting out groans.
There was this sharp, ear-piercing pitch that kept on getting louder, and it was bothering him to no end. Every now and then, there was a certain "Ting!" sound appearing from somewhere.
Slowly, he fluttered his eyes open and stared at the ceiling.
'An unfamiliar ceiling…' he thought, his mind still sleepy and unable to properly function. He slowly turned his head to his left and noticed the old wooden walls, as well as the uncomfortable-looking mattress. This room was quite empty, having only a mattress, a dresser of some sort, and the bed he was on.
After a few seconds, Ain's eyes slowly widened at the situation, and immediately got up in a panic.
'What the hell?!' He thought in a panic, 'Where the hell am I?!'
He looked around in a panic, this wasn't his room. Hell, this didn't even look like a normal room, but rather an old cabin. What the hell happened, he thought.
The last thing he remembers was he was on his way to get food from the fridge, and suddenly, he's now here.
He looked down at his body, only to realize this wasn't his body. No way in hell, he thought, this was no way his body! He didn't look older than thirteen, and his hair was brown, unlike his usual black.
Was it a dream? He certainly thought so, as this didn't make any sense at all! It reminded him of the novels he previously read as a teenager.
Many thoughts began to appear, with the most prominent being that this might be a dream. But before he could properly deduce what happened, there was something that kept on nagging him.
This painful ringing sound kept echoing in his head. He closed his eyes and clutched his head in pain as he let out a few curses.
The pain wasn't getting any better, and after a few moments, he opened his eyes, still wincing from the pain.
There, in front of him, was a floating violet-hue window. He didn't know what it was, or how the hell it got here, but before he thought about outrageous it was that it was floating, Ain instinctively thought this was where the sound came from.
And even more fascinating, his worried thoughts all disappeared. His nervousness disappeared as if he was always adjusted to this place and body.
The contents of this window kept on changing, as new writings appeared.
[Welcome, Ain. My name is System, and I will give you many instructions on how I work. However, prior to doing that, it seems you are in a panicked state due to your new circumstances. You will now enter a relaxed state by the System in order for you to adapt to the environment, and all worrying thoughts will be cleared.]
[Status Effect: Relaxed State has been applied. All worries will be gone until you get adjusted to the System]
It surprised him a bit to hear a voice coming from that window. It was feminine, and soft, but a bit robotic at the same time.
Also, that status effect... Was that why? Ain didn't feel weirded out by the floating window and just kept gazing at it.
"System…" he muttered.
However, the sound from the floating window still rang in his mind, and he slowly looked under the first message he just read:
[Warning! You were afflicted with Healing Miracle [Level 1, Rank 0]. Your body is adapting to the Miracle.]
[Gained Resistance to Healing Miracle [Level 1, Rank 0], your body will resist 10% of the healing miracle's effect, as well as any similar ability]
[Additionally, you gained Extremely Low Healing Miracle [Level 1, no rank], you can cast it in order to slightly increase the healing of your body. Normal cuts that take around a few days to heal will instead be healed in a few hours. Evolve it to Low Healing in order for the Rank to appear]
[Warning! You were afflicted with a syringe. Due to how low your adaptation is, your body will only adapt to the piercing effect of syringes]
[The piercing damage of syringes will be resisted by 10%. However, if the opponent is much stronger, then the resistance will be reduced]
[Warning! Your blood flow has been injected with "Pynia", your body is adapting to the changes]
[Gained Minimal effect of the liquid "Pynia", ailments will be slightly faster to recover from]
[Gained Resistance to the liquid "Pynia", Pynia's effects, and almost all liquids similar to it will have their effect resisted by 10%]
Ain, dumbfounded, stared at the window in gaze. These were only the first couple of messages from the endless stream of them. He didn't know what was happening, but if anything, this felt like a game.
Thankfully, the system helped him relax as if it was all natural.
He recalled reading novels like this, where the main character suddenly teleports to another world, and gets a power similar to systems in a video game.
The thought that this was a dream was still in his mind, but it slowly dissipated. This felt way too real to be a dream.
Ain, as calm as water, tried to touch the System. But his hand phased through it. He immediately snatched his hand back, thinking something happened to it. But when he looked at his hand, it was fine. No injuries whatsoever appeared.
"…" he returned his gaze towards the System. He didn't know how to interact with it.
'Maybe I have to think about it? I think that's how it worked in those novels…'
Ain focused his thoughts on the system, and sure enough, its writing slowly scrolled down. Ain looked at it with surprised eyes, before a small, excited smile crept onto his face. He would probably be freaking out more if he wasn't in the relaxed state status effect.
As the system slowly scrolled down in this endless stream of messages, Ain finally read the remaining ones.
[Warning! You were afflicted with Healing Miracle [Level 1, Rank 0], your body is adapting to the Miracle, and prior adaptation to the miracle makes it more effective]
[Resistance to Healing Miracle [Level 1, Rank 0] has increased in effectiveness! Your body will now resist 15% of the healing miracle's effect, as well as any similar ability]
[Extremely Low Healing Miracle [Level 1, no rank] has increased in effectiveness! Its regenerating effect has slightly increased]
[….Pynia's effects and almost all liquids similar to it will have their effect resisted by 15%…]
[…Syringe… Piercing damage… 20%…]
The messages kept on going. His mind should be in shambles, but It wasn't, there was a single thing on his mind. If this was all real, isn't that much better than just slowly dying off in his desk while working? Additionally, he no longer has to pay his college debts! His hands were slightly shaking, and even his smile was as well.
Ain eventually reached the end of the messages, where it read:
[Resistance to Healing Miracle [Level 1, Rank 0] has increased in effectiveness! Resistance to Healing Miracle to evolving…]
[Gained Immunity to Healing Miracle [Level 1, Rank 0]! Healing Miracles that are level 1 and not from yourself will no longer have any effect on you. However, the Immunity will have no effect on Healing Miracles Level 2 and higher]
[Extremely Low Healing Miracle [Level 1, no rank] has increased in effectiveness! Extremely Weak Healing Miracle is evolving…]
[Gained Low Healing Miracle [Level 1, Rank 0]! Casting this ability will allow cuts and injuries that last for days to recover in a few minutes]
[Gained Immunity to the liquid "Pynia", Pynia's effects, and almost all liquids similar to it in strength will have no effect on you]
[Weak Adaptation is slowly getting stronger due to adapting to new abilities. Gain more abilities in order to evolve it]
Only after reading all the messages did the screeching sound disappear.
And with it disappearing, Ain realized that he might have possibly hit the jackpot with this cheat-like skill.