..the hell was happening?..
What the hell was happening?!
Hadn't he accepted the what not stuff?
Why wasn't he reborn yet?
Wasn't that what the polymorphic said?
Why was everything so... dark?
{[ PLAYER SYSTEM ]}
[Welcome player! You have entered a state of unconsciousness called coma in your new body]
Oh so he wasn't dead yet. Still why on earth would his new body be in a state of coma.
{[ PLAYER SYSTEM ]}
{[Before you begun your new adventure. You'll be given only 4 skill slot for, one for buff, one for area damage, one for movement and one for your strongest attack or defence. You can activate status window by swiping two fingers down with your left hand and accessories by using three fingers, use one finger to navigate the screen. Your status also contains RANK MATCH, CASUAL MATCH, TRAINING ROOM AND EXPLORE.
Use RANK match to rank up, CASUAL match to increase your win rate, TRAINING ROOM to master your skills and Explore to enter into the PLAYERS WORLD. Your new body's memories would be transferred upon waking up.
Good bye and Good luck!!]}
Wait there are also other players before him?
Slowly, he finally felt something.
His senses were regaining at last.
He could hear the ongoing cars, a little distance away, the sound of moving footsteps going to and fro, the sound little tiny feet scuffling around, the smell of....
...What the fuck? Was this the smell of garbage?
He opened his eyes, they were a bit blurry like a windshield that the cold wind had clogged, and when they finally cleared, he was then aware of his location.
Looking around he could tell that he was at an alleyway, one of the dirtiest one he presumed. it was in between two newly constructed buildings, that was probably still under construction. The large trash can that was placed a little distance by his right told him whose little tiny feet were there; rats.
What the hell was this body doing here.
Hold in a bit.
Was he given the body of a homeless and drunk chain smoker? The only addiction he wanted to fight tight now was porn and none other.
He felt his body.
They weren't hard or rugged or dirty. He looked like a school boy. When Bolu touched his chin he felt little hairs. It seemed like he was in the university, given that his beard had not been shaved yet. He needed a mirror to tell.
Standing up, he noticed for the first time that his body and head was soaking wet with something like jelly.... no...
...this smell...
... it was blood.
He looked around again. He hadn't killed anybody right? Checking his clothing he saw that he was only wet with blood from behind which meant that he must have fallen down from one of the buildings beside him. Just when he was about to find out which.
A severe sharp head pain made him stagger in pain. He was about to check if he was still seriously injured when he noticed something. He remembered every past memory his new body had. He didn't jump from the building, he was forced to jump by those fore dicks of a bully.
Shit.
He needed to get home and clean himself up.
Then like his body was somehow possessed he began to move outside the alley unto the street and towards his home, he guessed,as he found it difficult in ignoring the oh's and ah's of the people he passed by.
It seem like ages before he finally reached the gates. What he saw made his blood rebel.
The Great Insignia Of The SCAVENGERS on his large father gate.
Why was he the sin of such a shitty man.