I clicked the
"only accept"
button.
A mist of dark particles gently rained down on me, enveloping me in a strange, tingling sensation. The system seemed to be accumulating all the data that had been programmed for me.
"The potential of a prime human,"
it said.
"Prime human?"
I muttered, confused. What on earth did that mean?
Before I could ponder further, a sudden, cute voice emerged from the mist. A chibi girl appeared before me, her yellow hair styled into pigtails tied with red ribbons, adorned with black cat ears featuring pink inner linings. A red halo hovered above her head. She wore a white outfit resembling a school uniform with a blue tie, and her neutral, slightly smiling expression combined elements of both angelic and feline aesthetics.
"Who... who are you?"
I asked, my voice shaky.
She smiled warmly.
"I'm Adolin, one of Aelos' avatars."
"Aelos?"
I repeated, trying to grasp the situation.
"Who... or what is Aelos?"
Her smile widened.
"No one in this world knows who Aelos is. It doesn't matter anymore. What's important is that I'm here to explain the gift you received."
I blinked, trying to process everything.
"Gift? What gift?"
Adolin nodded.
"You have been bestowed with the potential of a prime human, John. It means you have abilities that surpass the ordinary limits of humans in this world. You may not have mana, but you possess extraordinary physical and mental capabilities."
I stared at her, a mix of confusion and hope swirling inside me.
"So... what does that mean for me?"
She smiled once more.
"It means you have a chance to change your fate, John. To become more than what you were before."
Adolin began to explain,
"In this world, there are two races closely related to humans from your world. First, the Humans living in Alevion. They possess rare knowledge and skills. Second, the Primevals, the nearly extinct ancestors of humans, known for their strength rivaling that of the Fire Orcs, the primordial race of orcs."
I listened intently, trying to piece everything together.
"You,"
she continued,
"are gifted by the system with a combination of the human potential for knowledge and skills, and the strength of the Primevals. That's why it's called the 'Prime Human' gift."
I felt a flicker of understanding.
"So, I'm a blend of both? Human knowledge and Primeval strength?"
"Exactly,"
Adolin confirmed.
"The power system and mana in this world are essential for most beings. However, you don't possess either. That's why you were given the Prime Human gift. Unlike other emblem users who rely on gaining experience points, all you have to do is train and fight. The strength you acquire will be permanent. Even if you stop training for a long time, you won't lose it."
I absorbed her words, feeling a mix of relief and determination.
"So, I just need to keep pushing myself, and I'll keep getting stronger?"
Adolin nodded.
"Precisely. Your journey won't be easy, but your potential is limitless."
Adolin continued,
"You're not the only person from your world transported to Avelon. Some of your former classmates were also brought here. Fortunately for them, they reincarnated with powerful emblems, skill sets, and a comforting life compared to yours."
I was stunned.
"My classmates? Who are they?"
Adolin smiled mysteriously.
"You'll know when you meet them."
She then proceeded to explain the world of Avelon, its races, the map, and the existence of magic.
As I tried to process all this information, I asked,
"What's the purpose of me being reincarnated in this world?"
Adolin's smirk caught me off guard.
"It's up to you,"
she said, before disappearing, leaving me feeling clueless and alone again.
I stared at my hands, contemplating the gift I had been given. Determination surged through me. I would use this gift to become stronger. I didn't want to be a hero. Instead, I would establish my own organization, gather strong forgotten warriors, and make a name for myself. I would strike fear into anyone who dared to stand against us.
I surveyed my surroundings and realized I was in Hailzard, a continent known for its harsh, icy conditions and dangerous creatures. I opened the system interface to check my stats and the descriptions of my gifts.
Stats:
HP:1067.6 + 355.9 (extra HP based on strength)
MP:0 (no mana detected)
Hybrid Defense: 45 + 349 (extra strength)
Damage:499 (Any damage dealt to any opponents)
Strength: 349.3 (Lifting power, additional HP, endurance, and additional magic and physical defense)
Intelligence:301 (Mana, precision, thinking capacity, battle IQ, mentality, and flow state)
Agility:337.4(Movement speed, striking speed, combat speed, and evasion)
Gift: Prime Human Potential: Every strike, swing of any attack, or damage dealt to enemies adds 0.1 strength and agility permanently.
Flow State:The moment the battle starts, the user will automatically enter flow state.
Adrenaline:Enters adrenaline mode when HP is below 50%, increasing strength by 30%.
Nordraline:Enters nordraline when the user's HP drops to 10%, doubling all stats.
Reading through the stats, I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and determination. Adolin was right—I had no skills, only passive abilities. But these passives... they were powerful. They were my edge.
"I may not have mana,"
I said to myself,
"but with these passives, I can become something greater than any emblem user or mage."
I found myself in a vibrant yet eerie forest as night began to fall. The forest was alive with strange sounds, making it both fascinating and unsettling. I needed rest, but my stomach growled, reminding me I hadn't eaten since the dungeon.
As if on cue, the system interface appeared, giving me a side quest.
Quest: Hunt Down Five Boars
Reward
1.Meat dish cooked by the system
2.+0.3 points to all stats
I accepted the quest without hesitation and set off to find the boars. The hunt was surprisingly easy; it seemed my new strength and agility were already paying off. Within no time, I had hunted down five boars.
I marveled as the system instantly cooked and prepared the meat dish. The aroma was mouth-watering, and I eagerly dug in. As I ate, the system appeared again, adding a bonus of +1 to all attributes aside from the quest reward.
I paused, confused.
"Wait, I already got my reward from the quest. What's this extra bonus for?"
The system responded with a message that made my eyes widen in surprise.
Special Gift Unlocked: Glutton Lord Beelzebub
Description:Every time the user eats, the nutrients convert into attributes permanently.
I couldn't believe it. Not only did I have the Prime Human Potential, but now I also had a gift that allowed me to grow stronger just by eating.
"Well, this changes everything,"
I muttered to myself, feeling a new sense of determination.
"I might just become unstoppable."
I laid my back on the ground, staring up at the night sky. The stars twinkled brightly, but they did little to lift my spirits. My thoughts drifted to Rose, the woman I would never have. Her face haunted me, even here in this strange new world.
I died in my past life not knowing what happened to Rose. Did she get married? Have kids? Was she happy with her new life? The questions tore at my heart, and tears began to stream down my face.
The next morning, I woke up to find myself in a cage, stripped of my clothes and my sword. I realized I was held captive by a group of muscular humans.
I didn't break free from the cage, even though I could have easily done so. Instead, I observed my captors. They weren't just simple humans; they had lean, muscular bodies adorned with tribal marks.
We arrived at their village, a lively place where people danced around large bonfires. The women had beautifully curved, tanned bodies, and the children were adorably cute, despite their brown skin.
My captors placed the cage at the center of the village, in front of a large hut. An old man emerged from the hut, and the villagers called him the tribe chief.
"Where do you come from?"
he asked.
I replied calmly,
"I am just a traveler."
At that moment, the system appeared to me, invisible to the others. It explained that these people were primevals,
"the physical pinnacle of humanity,"
the first human race to exist.
The chief, though blind, sensed something rare about me.
"What is your name?"
he asked.
"I am Johnathan D'Stark,"
I said, deciding this would be my new identity.
The chief then explained,
"We have been surviving in this continent for decades, ever since the order of Alevion exiled us to this sealed land.
The old man looked at me with eyes that seemed to pierce through my very soul.
"You have no mana, Johnathan, but I feel hope resides within you,"
he said solemnly.
He paused before continuing,
"You are the answer to my prayers to the spirits."
Confusion swirled in my mind, but I listened intently as he explained,
"We, the shamans, are close to breaking a small part of the seal at the Hailzard borders. We plan to escape to a certain island."
He gestured to a large, sturdy wooden ship in the distance.
"That ship is strong enough to carry our entire village."
With a solemn nod, the chief ordered his men to free me from the cage. They returned my belongings and bowed their heads, a gesture of respect that felt strange yet humbling.
"Please, Johnathan,"
the chief begged,
"lead our front line and drive back the giant insects to protect our women and children."
I took a deep breath. This wasn't what I had planned; I didn't see myself as a hero. But I couldn't stand by and let innocent people die.
"I'll help,"
I said, determination hardening in my voice.
"I'll fight for your tribe."
The tribe had three days to prepare.
During that time, I trained relentlessly, swinging my sword in repetitive horizontal arcs to build my strength and agility. Each swing felt a bit stronger, each movement slightly faster.
As I trained, a stunning girl approached. She had tanned skin, firm curves, and an air of confidence.
"Hi, I'm Lebuna," she said, her voice warm. "Thank you for helping us."
I paused, catching my breath.
"Lebuna, can you tell me why your tribe was exiled to Hailzard? And what are these monsters that hunt you?"
Lebuna sighed, her expression darkening.
"Many years ago, our race, the primevals, were captured by the human inhabitants of Alevion. They deemed us evil. Instead of executing us, they sent us here to Hailzard, warning that if we ever tried to leave, they would hunt us down."
She glanced towards the horizon.
"Our High Chief foresaw a safe, secluded island. It's our only hope."
"And the monsters?" I pressed.
"They're insects," Lebuna said, her eyes hardening.
"Malevolent creatures that feed on humans."
After Lebuna left, a heavy relief settled in my chest. Despite being reincarnated in this world and facing death countless times, my social anxiety hadn't disappeared, especially when talking to girls. My heart had been about to explode from nervousness.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and headed to the seashore to wash my face. As I splashed water on my face, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I barely recognized myself.
My hair, though messy, had a rugged style that looked surprisingly good. My eyes were a light brown, almost golden in the sunlight. My skin was smoother and lighter, and my jawline was perfectly defined. I was... lowkey handsome.
I glanced down at my body and saw a cut, muscular build that I could only have dreamed of in my past life. Back then, I had been motivated to train and take care of myself, but depression had derailed all of that, turning it into an unachievable dream. Now, in this new world, I had it all in one reincarnation.
I even possessed impressive physical abilities. It was like an all-in-one package.
I glanced at my sword, the rusty blade that had seen me through so many deaths. I thought about the way I had been practicing my horizontal swing, repeating it over and over again. An idea began to form in my mind.
With my high intelligence stat, I could observe and analyze my technique. I could refine it, perfect it. And with my strength, agility, and the limitless potential of my prime human gift, I could turn it into an ultimate technique in a short period of time.
I stood up, feeling a surge of determination. I took a deep breath and began to swing my sword again, this time with a clear goal in mind. Each swing was a step towards mastering this technique.
I could feel the strength in my arms, the speed in my movements, the precision in my strikes. With each repetition, my technique grew more refined, more powerful. I was on the verge of creating something incredible.
A day had passed. The tribe, assured of their people's security, finally rested. Luckily, the insects hadn't attacked this time. They set up a campfire, the warm glow casting dancing shadows around them. Johnathan sat behind a tree near the tribe, resting and watching the scene unfold.
The tribe was having a small banquet, enjoying their meals and drinks. Laughter and conversation filled the air. Lebuna, the gorgeous tanned girl with firm curves, approached Johnathan, holding a plate of food and a cup of alcohol.
"Here," she said, smiling warmly. "You should join us."
As I reached for the food and drink, a flashback hit me. I remembered sitting alone in my past life, eating meals by myself and drinking alcohol in a futile attempt to drown my sorrows. The loneliness, the emptiness—it all came rushing back.
Johnathan shook his head and smiled at Lebuna.
"Thank you for the drink, but I'll stay here,"
he said, accepting the cup of alcohol. He reopened his system interface, the familiar translucent screen appearing before his eyes.
Lebuna tilted her head, a puzzled look on her face.
"What are you doing?"
she asked, unable to see the system interface that only Johnathan could access.
"Just handling something important,"
he replied with a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry about it."
She nodded, understanding that she shouldn't interfere.
"Alright. Enjoy the drink,"
she said, giving him a warm smile before walking back to join the rest of the tribe.
Johnathan thanked her and then turned his attention back to the system. He checked his stats:
- **HP**: 1067.6 + 349.3 (extra HP based on strength)
- **MP**: 0 (no mana detected)
- **Hybrid Defense**: 45 + 349 (extra strength)
- **Damage**: 499 (any damage dealt to any opponents)
- **Strength**: 355.9 (lifting power, additional HP, endurance, and additional magic and physical defense)
- **Intelligence**: 301 (mana, precision, thinking capacity, battle IQ, mentality, and flow state)
- **Agility**: 344 (movement speed, striking speed, combat speed, and evasion)
He noticed that while his prime human gift was stacking strength and agility, his damage stats weren't benefiting directly from his training. Every swing he practiced didn't add to his damage stats. He frowned, wondering how he could increase his damage.
"System, how do I increase my damage stats?" he asked aloud.
The system responded with a message: "Every 100 points gained in strength and agility combined adds 100 damage to stats. This can be customized."
Johnathan's eyes widened with realization.
"So that's why I haven't gained damage stacks yet,"
he muttered.
"My training hasn't reached 100 points of strength and agility gained."
He understood now that he needed to push himself even harder. He had to ensure his training was consistent and intense enough to accumulate those 100 points in strength and agility. Once he reached that threshold, his damage output would start increasing significantly
."Alright,"
he muttered to himself.
"Time to focus on building up my strength and agility even more. I'll become unstoppable."