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Name: Mark di Abbott
Age: 18
Race: Human
Class: None
Title: End's Apostle
[Level: 0] Novice
◄ Strength: 0 - ◇─◇─◇─◇─◇ ►
◄ Vigor: 0 - ◇─◇─◇─◇─◇ ►
◄ Insight: 0 - ◇─◇─◇─◇─◇ ►
◄ Dexterity: 0 - ◇─◇─◇─◇─◇ ►
◄ Intelligence: 0 - ◇─◇─◇─◇─◇►
◄ Arcane: 0 - ◇─◇─◇─◇─◇ ►
◄ Faith: 0 - ◇─◇─◇─◇─◇ ►
◄ Charisma: 0 - ◇─◇─◇─◇─◇ ►
◄ Luck: 0 - ◇─◇─◇─◇─◇ ►
➥Unallocated Shards: 0
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'It's so beautiful…'
Well, the system was. His stats? Not so much.
Mark couldn't help but feel peeved at the fat donuts that were his stats.
Which itself posed a major issue: these were the stats of a normal human, and he was now attending a magic academy.
Typically the starting point for academy inductees was around Level 10, the beginning of the Intermediate stage.
The only thing special about him seemed to be his title, 'End's Apostle.'
When his eyes lingered over the title, a subscreen appeared to the side of the system window
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Title: End's Apostle
Description: You are the Hand of End, the 13th god and sole demonic representative of the Pantheon. Do your absolute best. End does not respond kindly to betrayal.
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'Sounds like my parents. So I'm End's servant? And he's actually a demon? Fuck's sake…'
The number 13 rattled Mark's mind. He slowly recalled information about the novel 'The Strongest Mage with a Skill Weaving System.'
'The Pantheon of Twelve… now I remember. But why does it say thirteen?'
End did mention the fact that this novel world had been tweaked. But the Gods were an integral part of the novel. It was actually something Mark quite enjoyed about the novel. So why would End change it?
The Demons had been subjugated for millennia and were kept from achieving Godhood by the other races.
However, Mark's title contradicted the original novel. In this new tweaked version of the novel, a 13th God existed. One who represented Demonkind—that being End.
'Didn't End also say this was a novel world?'
He phrased it like this was a real world in which he himself inhabited. But he had also phrased it as if it was a novel world that he controlled and could make changes to.
For a fact, End had purposefully left any mention of himself out of the novel.
Mark wasn't entirely confident in his memory of the novel's exact details, but he was extremely sure that End wasn't a part of the novel.
'And if he made tweaks to the novel just like that, wouldn't that make him the God of Gods? He has the power to make changes to the story, but can't edit the protagonist?'
There were too many holes in End's story.
'Maybe he made an entirely new story derived from the world he lived in but just fictionalized it and removed himself, editing the plot accordingly?'
Why? That made no sense. Mark could feel that while it was a possibility, it was unlikely.
'It's funny… he did have a shit ton of plot holes in the original story, so it sort of makes sense for these holes to exist.'
End couldn't be trusted.
If Mark had been deceived this early along with not being told the full story, it was undeniable that End had ulterior motivations.
Not like Mark wanted to trust End either; he had made a tacit vow not to be controlled again. By anyone.
Though this was more of an ideal he tried to strive towards. Reality and pragmatism often required sacrifice; Mark had already broken his vow by taking on End as a new master.
'Not like I had much choice in the matter. Perhaps I should've chosen Heaven. He could have lied to me about the whole nonexistence part.'
But Mark's major issue was that he had no way of resisting End. All the context clues—especially that very explicit title description—told Mark that he would be punished gravely for disobedience.
As much as he wanted to resist, for the time being, he had no choice but to comply.
He quite literally had zero power of his own. Straight zeroes.
'My patron god couldn't give me a single boon but expects me to kill the protagonist?'
Was living a second life really worth it enough to devote it entirely to service?
In Mark's eyes, it wasn't. But he just got reborn. It would be stupid to die all over again.
And he had a lot of life left to live. With a fantastical world of power, he could certainly find a way to be rid of End at some point.
Maybe this mistake of transmigration would be the greatest decision he could ever make. Only time would tell.
Speaking of the protagonist, Mark wasn't happy about the prospect of interacting with William von Westergard.
From his disgustingly over-the-top, overpowered edge lord personality to his obnoxiously generic 'German middle name to sell the medieval aristocratic fantasy backdrop,' Mark despised William as the main character.
'Seriously. Zero redeeming factors about the guy. He gets power instantly as the author masquerades like he went through some grand training arc and actually earned it. Then on top of that, girls just throw themselves at him and don't care when they find out he's banging other girls! End never established that polygamy was normal!'
Mark would've never read that god-awful novel if he wasn't a desperate bastard himself.
Now that he thought about it, killing the main character wouldn't be so bad. He practically wrote an entire novel himself hating on the guy.
And if End did keep his word, William was the only thing stopping Mark from living his new life to the fullest.
But with all that out of the way, it was finally time for Mark to start living his second life.
Sitting up on his bed, he looked around at his dorm room with naive grandeur.
It was akin to the small college dorm rooms of his past but in the style of a sanitized medieval high-fantasy world, boasting an impressive artisanry; a mixture of high-quality wood and stone. All so pleasant to the eye.
'This is the Middle Dormitory, right? Guess I really am an average Joe.'
A perk of the Middle Dormitory is that the residents were given dorms closer to actual apartments rather than communal dormitories. Whereas the Upper Dormitory was more like a top-floor penthouse
The Lower Dormitory was said to be super cramped, but of course, the gifted protagonist never had to deal with the crime of being poor, so Will never experienced it in the novel.
Mark stood up and started walking towards his bathroom.
While he was transmigrated into an extra, it seemed this extra was specifically catered to him.
His first name was the same, and his last name—di Abbott—seemed to indicate he was an orphan fostered by one of the many god's churches.
That church couldn't have been the Church of End—if it even existed. After all, Mark was a human and End was the god of Demons. It was likely one of the three Human Gods.
'Thinking about it like that, is this whole ordeal as simple as using me as an inside man within humanity, grooming me to take it down from within?'
Mark sure hoped not. It wasn't entirely out of the picture, but it was funny how the human mind craved simple explanations.
'Moment of truth. It certainly feels like my body…'
Staring into the bathroom mirror revealed a young man around the 180-centimeter range.
Mark di Abbott had long messy brown curls, hazel eyes, and sharp features.
'It looks a lot like me… just enhanced? Did that rat of a God use all his power to make me handsome instead of giving me an overpowered skill?'
It was the above-average look that he was used to—just more. Not that he was complaining.
Actually, he was most definitely complaining. What good would looks be if he died? Mark needed tools. Weapons. Anything to aid in his journey.
His looks certainly weren't enough to woo anyone like hypnosis; women weren't superficial enough to fall for him just based on his looks.
'Eh, now that I think about it, I wouldn't count it out. All the women in the novel threw themselves at William. That might be more attributed to his power—but his looks were ridiculously upplayed.'
As for Mark, he didn't have a smidgen of power to his name. A normal human.
It was about time that he changed that.
'The one thing that all extra novels do: immediately rush high-level items. But what about the plot timeline? Said no one ever. This novel didn't have jack shit in terms plot. Why should I be afraid to break it?'
And the more Mark took from William, the easier it would be for Mark to kill him.
Appease the higher being, and Mark wouldn't have to live in fear anymore. He could live out his life in a cool ass world. What more could he ask for?
VRRRRRR. VRRRRRR…
On Mark's left wrist was a high-tech watch. When he raised his arm forward, a projection appeared above it.
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To: Mark di Abbott
Your homeroom class has been confirmed:
Class 1-A with Professor Everett.
Once more, welcome to your first year at the prestigious Kolzig-Bondra Academy. Attached is your full schedule for the 724-725 school year.
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'There it is. Of course I'm in the class with the main characters. But why the fuck do I have a futuristic watch in a high-fantasy world?'
Magic!