Chapter 1.

"Get him out of here"

A furious roar could be heard as two tanned muscled men in tight fitting t shirts dragged a scrawny drunk man out of a busy bar. The men dragged him all the way into a dark deserted alley and dumped his light wasted body close to a couple of rubbish bins. The bouncers wiped their hands in disgust as the man continuously puked on himself. They left after tossing away their handkerchiefs, leaving the fate of the man in his own hands.

They had seen enough of these drunk bastards to care about his wellbeing.

Unbeknownst to them however, immediately they left, a tiny meteorite fell from the sky and slammed into the drunk man, knocking him out in an instant.

The night slowly passed and despite the fact that many people used this exact same alley, they couldn't bring themselves to care about a wasted useless fellow sleeping by the garbage.

 Thomas had the same recurring nightmare every time he fell asleep. Well, it wasn't really a nightmare but rather, it was his life played back to him at three times speed. His parents' dying, his wife cheating and him losing the job he had slaved many years for turned this once sunny young man into a delusional drunk waste of a person that he was now. He had nothing left. Nothing at all. He would have taken his own life if he wasn't that much of a coward.

The blazing afternoon sun, coupled with the stinging stench of garbage forced him awake, giving way to the grand tier headache that assaulted him almost immediately. Any sane person would have certainly fallen unconscious facing his level of pain, but Thomas, he didn't even think of himself as a person anymore. His inferiority had blossomed over the years and society had taught him that he was undeserving of the title of human. He was a mere creature undeserving of any privileges he had enjoyed before. He wasn't privileged enough to be falling unconscious.

Slowly, he dragged his staggering worn out body to his coop of an apartment. Along the way, pedestrians seemed to avoid him like a plague, staying clear off routes that had him in them. He chuckled bitterly and trudged on.

He managed to get himself home after a long grueling journey. The first thing he did was sink to the floor of his filthy apartment, breathing heavily. He could feel pain everywhere; his lungs, his chest, his stomach and his whole body. He knew he would probably be dying anytime soon. A visit to the doctor would potentially tell him when, but he couldn't bring himself to go. He would stay here and waste away till someone found his corpse.

As he stared at the slow rotating ceiling fan, a blue film of light suddenly appeared in front of him with no warning. It took him a couple of seconds for his brain to fully register the sight in front of him, then he panicked.

He rubbed his eyes thoroughly, thinking that his severe alcoholism was causing him to hallucinate. Despite doing that for several minutes, the screen remained right where it was. So, he reached out, trying to grab hold of it only for his hand to pass right through.

Scared for his life, Thomas dragged his worn-out body to his washroom and washed his face thoroughly. He rubbed his eyes several more times only to sink in despair when he still saw the screen. He sank to the floor, resigning to his fate. Only then did he notice the bold clear words written on the screen.

[You have been chosen to shoulder the glorious burden of protecting your people]

[You have been granted a path to obtain divine power to ease your burden]

[All means are allowed, as long as there is a future for the people of your planet.]

[Quests shall be granted to ease your journey.]

[Good luck, young hero.]

The mere absurdity of what he had just read left Thomas staggering. What did he care about being a hero and protecting the planet? The whole world could just burn for all he cared.

He was certain that he had been wrongly chosen. Anyone with a sane mind could possibly tell that granting him power to save the world was comparable to exploding the planet itself.

Another screen appeared right before his eyes.

[Primary quest has been issued.]

[Quest: Achieving base form.]

[Raise all individual physique stats to a hundred in a year].

[Failure of this quest will result in death.]

Thomas was stunned and confused by what he read. What were these stats?

Another screen then appeared.

[Status:

Strength: 3

Agility: 1

Stamina: 2

Endurance: 1 

Intelligence: 8 ]

Seeing this, he came to the realization that these were the so-called stats he was supposed to raise to a hundred each in a year.

As he sat on the bathroom floor, Thomas pondered. He knew deep within himself that what he was currently experiencing was extremely abnormal. However, he was at a point where he was desperately grasping for a hold in life. So, despite its absurdity, he decided to follow this strange glowing screen. Its wasn't like he had anything left to lose, right?

[Sub quest issued]

[To achieve the main quest, daily sub quests will be issued.]

[Sub quest: Day 1]

Run 100 meters

Perform 20 push ups

Rest for 6 hours

[Reward: +1 to all stats]

Suddenly, Thomas, for some reason, felt that his world had lit up again.