This word was fantismal in nature. Dragons, goblins, magic, it all existed in this world. Governing this world is the System created by the gods of this world. Set as a balance for all, it is equally given to all races belonging to this realm.
The system reacted to his existence as if an anamoly, a bane to this world was born. All combatants in this realm was informed of existence.
[WARNING!! WARNING!! DEMON KING OMNISINANIS HAS RISEN!!]
[WARNING!! WARNING!! DEMON KING OMNISINANIS HAS RISEN!!]
[WARNING!! WARNING!! DEMON KING OMNISINANIS HAS RISEN!!]
[WARNING!! WARNING!! DEMON KING OMNISINANIS HAS RISEN!!]
[WARNING!! WARNING!! DEMON KING OMNISINANIS HAS RISEN!!]
This confused him. He was sent into a world he does not know about in a forest of tundra with trees coated in midnight blue bark. Two hours passed and chills cover his body causing his body temperature to drop. (This is a sick dream.) He initially thought. But as his hands, feet and bare body began to shiver, a cold thought brew in his heart. (This isn't a dream. I feel too much for it to be a dream.) He steps through the wintry wasteland with nothing to his name and nothing on his body. (I can't do anything! Why was I placed here out of all places?) Questions followed him again and again as he slowly ventured through the frosty forestry.
(How can I survive here? I never made a fire before! I can't hunt! Why was I chosen?)
Doubts pile on his sorrowful situation. In response to this, a book is manifested into reality. Wile initially he wouldn't know what it was for or why it was here. He instinctively knew upon seeing it. (My grimoire? Wait, how did I know that?)
Pages flip over and over until it stops at a blank slate. One by one, letters form on the sandy brown pages. He invoked the Sloth Sin. Through laziness and depression without action and joy, he invites this sin. His Archeis reacted to this immediately, forging words within his grimoire.
{Languida Actio: No solution granted or thought of causes the creation of resistance. Whatever is inflicted without thought of solving the problem or ridding the problem will force the Sinner to become resistant to the problem.}
"What?" Immediately, system notifications with a purple holographic screen popped up.
{Frost Resistance Increased by .1%}
{Frost Resistance Increased by .1%}
{Frost Resistance Increased by .1%}
{Frost Resistance Increased by .1%}
{Frost Resistance Increased by .1%}
It kept growing as he experienced the cold. "What? Huh?" It only confused him more. The book then closed and dissipated.
Omnisinanis walked through the cold shivering yet his body slowly regained its warmth.
The more he walked, the more he noticed that the animals around do not approach him. He could catch a glimpse of foxes, wolves, and others oredators see him and run away immediately. It was as if their bodies instinctively knew who or what they were looking at.
He grew tired of walking. Yet his legs were still active. His stomach growled to signify his hunger. "How long have I been walking to be this hungry." His stomach was touching his back. Bearable but annoying. His grimoire formed yet again in response to his hunger. Page after page turned.
"Did I get something new?"