[A/N: Hello and welcome to one of the rare Black Clover fics that exist.
To start off, I will warn that this is a harem, a gamer fic, and a weak to strong fic. If any of those things turn you away, I am sorry.
The MC is going to make some mistakes, nothing crazy of course, he will seem a bit eh at the start, he will lose battles on occasion because Black Clover has heavy hitters, and character development is a big thing for him so please don't drop because bro isn't immediately op or a badass.
The story will start slow, very slow, and the gamer system might be front and center for a lot of the first few chapters but eventually will take a back seat to focus on story, characters, and fights.
Lastly, there is romance and lemons, but they will not overtake the story or become the main focus, they will have their time in the spotlight occasionally, but never more than needed. Most relationships will take time to develop, and not all women will throw themselves at the MC upon seeing him.
I hope you read, and good feedback is always a plus, but as a warning in advance, I will delete reviews or comments that complain about the harem and gamer elements despite there being warnings. It's crazy how many fics I read where people get mad or disappointed but the tags clearly stated it.
Par for the course on Webnovel I suppose…
Anyways, hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it, this is my first fanfic or story I am taking somewhat seriously so sorry if there are plot holes and or I make beginner mistakes!
Oh, and my update schedule for now is one chapter a week with at least 6k or more words]
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Funnily enough, it wasn't until now—after nineteen years of living on this damn planet—that I finally felt like I was alive.
The thought was freeing really, even if there were only a dozen people in the crowd surrounding the boxing ring I was currently standing in.
The truth was, I wasn't and wouldn't be smart enough to think my way out of the poverty I grew up in, something I realized the moment my brain short circuited after seeing pre-calculus for the first time.
Thankfully though, I had a stubbornness a mile wide, one so big that it would make me think I could catch a bullet if I trained hard enough, and also what had put me in the very spot I was in right now.
Most would call me a meathead, some outright stupid, but anyone else who looked past my vulgar mouth and a knack to lean toward violence, might just call me clever.
If they weren't wearing their glasses.
Luckily, I had always been physically gifted, and if I ever wanted to pay for my grandmother's healthcare and put my parents in a cozy suburban home where they didn't have to suffer and starve anymore, I was going to use it to the best of my abilities.
So finally, after a long hard life of growing up around gang violence, wearing clothes never in my size, and being forced to eat garbage or eat nothing at all: I was officially starting my legacy here and now.
Damien Ramirez was going to be someone.
I stared down my opponent, a half brazilian half german guy going by a name I was never going to pronounce right so I hadn't cared to remember it.
His golden brown eyes were currently staring me up and down like a predator, and I almost had to physically shove away the nerves bubbling in my throat everytime they moved up to meet my own.
I knew sparring was different from an actual fight, my coach practically hammered the notion into my head every training session, so I didn't have a single arrogant bone in my body.
'Iron sharpens Iron,' was what the old geezer always spouted to me.
No wonder too, because it was the saying plastered right under the name of the very gym he owned, and I guess I was about to find out if it he was right
This was my first fight after all, but I had some confidence because my coach was a retired pro boxer whose eyes shone like he hit the jackpot every time I threw a punch.
Although, maybe it also had to do with the fact that one of those punches had stopped a thug from grabbing his daughter and doing who knows what.
The latter was what got me this chance in the first place, a charity case honestly, one that had introduced me to something I had knack for.
Fighting.
I grinned, ready to start my life, to prove myself and my coach right, to take the world by storm, to move my parents out of that sketchy neighborhood and pay back everything they did for me tenfold.
However, the one thing I wasn't ready for was when the ref brought us close to talk that the bell would go off and a blistering right hook that I never saw coming hit me square on the temple.
Neither was I ready for how fast the ground came to me and the overwhelming darkness that stole away my senses.
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[GAME OVER]
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I stared, stunned at what had just happened.
One second, I was riding a high like I never felt before, literally seconds from starting my professional boxing career and leaving my name in the history books.
And the next, everything turned sideways and went dark after I hit the floor.
And, to top it all off, there was a screen saying 'Gamer Over' inches from my face, as if to spit on all my dreams and ambitions.
"No," I grit my teeth, realizing I was still laying on my side and quickly pushing myself up to my knees.
Everything around me was simply pitch black, the only thing I could hear was the fast beating drum of my heart in my chest, and the pop in my arms as they snapped up to get ready for…
Nothing.
It took a minute or so for my nerves to settle down, and only then did I finally get to my feet and think.
Again, there was nothing but black to see, the place so dark I couldn't even tell if it was never ending or stopped a foot away from me.
I glanced down at myself, surprised to see I was naked as the day I was born, and also that I was actually standing on something solid; however that worked.
"Hello?" I shouted, hoping that something, heck anything, would answer me.
After another long uneventful minute, I set my gaze on the floating blue screen, my breathing becoming labored as I began reading the text again.
[GAME OVER]
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You have died, would you like to play again?
[Yes] [No]
I laughed, my stomach like a balloon that got air blown into it just as quickly as it deflated.
"Good fucking joke." I chuckled louder. "I ain't falling for it."
Gamer over?
What, so all my suffering was some game?
Yeah right.
Eventually though, my laughing got weaker and weaker until predictably, I found myself standing in silence again.
'There's no way right?'
There's no way that this was how I bit the dust. A cheap shot by a fucking nobody.
Was that going to be my legacy?
I didn't know when or why, but somehow I found myself on the verge of tears.
"You're lying, this can't be real!" I threw a punch, the only thing I was ever actually good at, and all my strength practically left me as said punch aimlessly passed through the screen.
I collapsed on my knees then and there, not caring about anything as I punched whatever I was standing on as hard as I could, throat scraped and raw as I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"No, no, no!"
The last time I cried was over my dog dying, Mud—his name because god was he ugly enough to be called that—when he got run over some random night.
After that, I told myself I would only cry when my parents died.
Well, now I had to wonder if that counted for me as well.
I didn't know how much time passed in my fit of rage, but eventually when my hands became numb and all my energy spent, I slowly caught my breath and wiped away my drying tears.
I shakily stood back up, staring at the darkness around me with a still lingering feeling of disbelief.
This was not what I expected the after life to be, and game over, that had to be a sick joke right?
'But then, where was the jackass who was telling it?'
I was alone, in a darkness that banished away even the thought of light. I don't know how I could even see myself or the screen, but I could, and somehow the impossibility of that was helping prove this was supernatural.
I could also still feel the lingering pain from when I repeatedly hit the floor and my temple where I got hit, though it strangely muted.
With the latter, I could probably rule out dreaming or a coma, since I never really felt pain in dreams before and the consonant warmth and sizzle of said pain was confirming that this was reality with each passing second.
"So that's it?" I asked aloud. "I'm dead, just like that?"
No reply came.
'Figured.'
Swallowing, I glanced back at the screen in rising curiosity.
I played games, plenty of them actually, and I even watched anime.
It had become one of my many favorite hobbies when I hit sixteen and started working, surprised to suddenly find myself having enough extra money for myself and unsure what to do with it.
It was polarizing, going from having only a deck of cards to play with to being able to buy something else, so with no real idea in mind, I randomly settled on something.
Video Games.
Well, a console, then video games, and in between said games since I couldn't buy a lot, anime quickly became my second favorite hobby.
Plus, it was free online, and as someone who was poor as dirt, I wasn't ashamed of pirating it.
As a result, I knew what game over meant and vaguely of my situation and what it might entail.
'But still'
What would even happen if I said no?
I shuddered at the thought.
I definitely wanted to try again. I had finally felt alive after all, like I wasn't just another face in the crowd, but that fucking brazillian-german bitch had to go and ruin it.
I refused to just die now.
'My story isn't over, not by a long shot.'
I exhaled heavily, knowing frustration was not going to help me right now. I was faced with the unknown, and I needed a clear head if I was ever going to deal with it.
I could figure out my emotions later, I always did that anyways, so it was simple really to push my regrets and anger away for the moment.
A few more deep breaths later, I was a bit more settled, not hesitating anymore and clicking on [Yes] with a little excitement.
Suddenly, and I hated to admit it, I jumped when the screen immediately blipped out of existence and a bigger one flashed brightly in its place.
"Jesus," I cleared my throat and held my chest. "Give a brother a warning next time."
I softly chuckled away my embarrassment before focusing on the new screen, and after carefully reading each word, my eyebrows rose higher and higher while my mind did flips to keep myself sane.
"You have to be kidding me."
[ World Selected: Black Clover {Locked}
Please choose a difficulty.
-Note that this choice may affect later option availability-
5th Class (Easy): the world will mirror Black Clover's canon one to one. No additional bonuses are given to the player.
1st Class Junior Knight (Medium): the world will have slight changes. Reward (Initial Investment): start with 50k Yuls.
Senior Magic Knight (Hard): the world will have slight changes, characters will have some changes. Reward: (Skillful x3): three free -Skill Scrolls-.
Stage Zero (Nightmare): the world will have more changes, characters will have some changes, enemies will be stronger. Reward: Perk (Random Immunity): player will gain complete immunity to a randomly picked attribute of magic.
Arcane Stage (Hell): The world will have major changes, characters will have major changes, enemies will be massively stronger. Reward (Extra Life x2 ): player will have two extra lives. ]
Black Clover…
I took one more long look around, wondering if someone or something was about to make itself known.
My suspicion mostly came from the fact Black Clover had been the last piece of media I consumed before the big fight, catching up on some of the manga chapters while I waited in the locker room.
That had me wonder was this more than a coincidence.
I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my temple, greatly in part to the fact I had also watched a few episodes of Attack on Titan on the drive over in the backseat of an UBER.
I swallowed hard at the thought, wondering how close had I actually been to going to that world instead…
'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, this is fine, better because it's fresh on my mind and I practically finished the story.'
The world of Black Clover wasn't necessarily bad, but it wasn't good either. One wrong choice here and I might end up as fodder.
If that did happen, then all I could hope for in the end was that I got some of that Sekke luck and somehow got out of every situation relatively untouched.
That was wishful thinking though, and I refused to simply rely on it, it just wasn't my style.
Some part of me felt giddy at the thought of going to the Black Clover world, able to see and live through the events of the show myself, maybe even change them for the better.
Again though, I had to focus on the present, and any thoughts of changing canon could wait.
And, if I chose Hell difficulty, there might not even be a canon anymore.
However, I wasn't that dumb.
Why would anyone willing throw away their future knowledge?
For fun?
I weakly smiled, knowing some part of me screamed in determination to click it, but another more logical part of me was telling me otherwise.
As a result, I decided to compromise, clicking on Stage Zero (Nightmare).
I wanted the challenge, not a death wish, and also at least some future knowledge I could use to my advantage.
I'm sure the smartest option was easy difficulty, but this was my second life, and what's a good life without a little adventure?
I was going to another world, one I only read about and watched, so I might as well make it as interesting as I feasible could without outright killing myself.
I died once already, and I had no idea if I would get to start again if I bit the dust a second time.
[ Stage Zero (Nightmare) difficulty selected…
Now Player, please pick your origins.
Origins Part 1- Your Starting Kingdom:
[Clover]
[Diamond]
[Spade]
[Heart] ]
I stared at the screen for a few seconds, shook my head in exasperation, and clicked [Clover].
It was a no brainer, the Clover Kingdom was what I had the most information on, it would be utterly idiotic to choose anything else.
[ [Clover] Kingdom selected…
Origins Part 2- Your Background:
Please Pick one.
-Royal(Click to Expand)
-Noble (Click to Expand)
-Commoner (Click to Expand)
-Peasant (Click to Expand) ]
I furrowed my eyebrows, connecting the dots on how the options were reminding me of an rpg game.
Either way, I needed more information to speculate, so I tapped on the first option with curiosity.
[
Royal Origins:
1. {Vermillion Born: You are a member of house vermillion.
Perk (Favored by The Flames): Your affinity for fire magic is extreme, you are highly resistant to heat and can breathe normally in smoke.
Challenge (King's Oath): you must take the king's oath just as Leopold and Fuegoleon have and promise to become king and join the Crimson Lions. You must keep -Friendly- status with at least three members of the family at all times, failure to do so will lead to loss of your perk.}
2. {Silva Born: You are a member of house Silva.
Perk (Child of the Sea): Your affinity for water magic is extreme, you are highly resistant to cold and can breathe normally underwater.
Challenge (Thicker than Water): you must kill the demon who has cursed Noelle's Mother yourself, join the Silver Eagles, and keep your relationship status with at least two family members at -Friendly- status at all times, failure to do so will lead to loss of your perk.} ]
I contemplated it, I really did, but I just couldn't see myself as a pompous upturned snot nosed royal. Sure, in true Black Clover fashion—everyone is a good guy and redeemable—so they weren't all bad. But I had a gnawing feeling that the world wasn't going to be like that, especially with Nightmare difficulty.
There was also the fact I didn't want to deal with the Silva house, that sounded like torture, and personally having to kill Megicula was putting too much baggage for me to deal with. They weren't my family, I remembered my parents vividly, although I didn't have siblings since we couldn't afford anymore.
Vermillion Born wasn't all bad, and their style matched a muscle headed guy like me almost perfectly.
Yet, I didn't want to be like the old me, the me that died the second he stepped into a ring.
The 'me' who was stupid enough to think I was going to be worth anything.
I blinked once, then shoved the previous thought into the back of my mind since I had more important things to deal with than self deprecation.
Predictably, I ruled being a royal out, looking to the next choices.
[Noble]
1. {Lost Noble: You hail from a noble house long forgotten in the Clover Kingdom.
-Perk (Court's Charm): relationship statuses with all nobles and royals within the Clover Kingdom starts at -Friendly- status. You will inherit a large sum of money, and your mana capacity will start higher.
-Challenge (Wilds): you will start in the territory between kingdoms with nothing but a basic survival kit and proof of your heritage. You have also previously escaped from Diamond Kingdom bandits that want your grimoire and will pursue you until you successfully cross into the Clover Kingdom. }
2. {Hero's Heir: You are son and heir to a noble house that has served the Clover Kingdom diligently. Unfortunately though, your parents have perished in the recent war against the Diamond Kingdom.
-Perk (Hero's Blood): When fighting for the kingdom's interests all stats are raised by 10%.
-Challenge (Blood Debt) : Your parents have made enemies in other kingdoms, they will try to hunt you down to settle grievances, and one of them is guaranteed to have high ranked devil level strength.} ]
The first choice didn't sound so bad, mostly because I wouldn't need to deal with a new family. I could strike out on my own, be myself.
Although, I would still be a noble, and that was still not something I could ever get used to. At least the second and third parts of the (Court's Charm) was worth it.
The challenge didn't spell immediate death or expectations I had to live up to either, just had to book it as fast as I could to the Clover Kingdom.
The second option was a definite no though, because again I would be expected to be like whoever's son I was going to end up being. People would want me to follow in their footsteps, and that soured any good mood I had about how big a 10% boost would be to stats; which apparently I was going to have.
Tempting, but I wanted to see the rest.
[Commoner]
1. {Prisoner of war: You were part of a young group of experiments similar to Mars in the Diamond Kingdom, after fighting against Yami in a skirmish, you were taken as a prisoner of war. Then after giving vital intel, you are sentenced to serve the Clover Kingdom as a magic knight under William Vengeance for five years.
-Perk (Dual Magic): just like Mars, you possess two elements of magic at equal strength.
-Challenge (Enemy Lines): all relationships status with anyone loyal to the Clover Kingdom starts at -Unfriendly-, while nobles and royals start at -Hostile-. Noble and Royal relationship statuses cannot change until your time is served. The Diamond Kingdom wants you dead.}
2. {Charity Case: Juluis has decided to increase the divide between noble and commoners by personally teaching one(you) for three months.
-Perk (Quick Study): You learn magic related abilities 20% faster.
-Challenge (Eyes of Scrutiny): because you were personally taught by Julius for a short period, every mistake will drastically affect the public view of you and your relationships with others. ]
Prisoner of War sounded like a bitch and a half to deal with, so that was a no, even if the perk Dual Magic sounded amazing.
Charity Case looked nice because of the perk, but the fact I would have a connection to Juluis put it in the 'nope' pile immediately. I couldn't count on outmaneuvering him, and all it took was one spell and I was done.
I easily made the decision to move on.
[Peasant]
1. {Forged in Friendship: You have grown up alongside Asta and Yuno at the church.
-Perk (Fate's Favorite): fortunate encounters are much easier to find.
-Challenge (Fate's Favorite): unfortunate encounters find you much easier.}
2. {Ordinary Origins: You are a born peasant in the forsaken realm.
Perk (By my Will): adds the attribute Will Power(WILL) to your status screen; the attribute at dire times can combine with other attributes to boost it. Ex: STRG: 50 + WILL: 50 = STRG: 100(+50)
-Challenge (Peasant): your mana capacity will start at 1. ]
The first one I contemplated choosing, but the perk and challenge was wishy-washy and too much of an unknown. So it went into the 'maybe' pile for now.
The last option gave me a hint that I wasn't just choosing my origins and being shipped off to the Black Clover world. I was going to have stats, a gamer system I was assuming by the whole theme that was going on.
That was cool, because who wouldn't want a chance to level up everything about themselves?
I could change, be better, be stronger...be more.
I coughed while shaking my head of ambitious thoughts, carefully reading the last option again before deciding it was a definite nope as well. The WILL stat was too situational, and I could do without my mana capacity starting at one.
Magna Swing had his moments, and I could foresee us being as thick as thieves if we ever met, but his mana capacity was something he couldn't overcome throughout the entire series. It was true he found stop gaps, ways around it, but I wasn't sure if I would conveniently get a timeskip to power up. I could eventually level it up, but how long would that take?
I couldn't guarantee that everything would play out like the anime.
This was real, or as real as it got, and I couldn't bank on screaming and working hard to fix everything in front of me.
I was not Asta.
Tapping my chin, I went over all the options one more time, taking as long as I needed to think everything over.
I wasn't sure how me being booted to the Black Clover world was going to go either.
If I chose Vermillion Born was I going to be a baby again?
'God, that sounds like hell.'
I wager some options would do that, while others spoke about me already being someone in the world, so maybe a memory dump for those.
Then, there were those that were just up in the air, no clear indication of which of the two it might be.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, mulling over the choices one more time before forcing myself to make a decision; one that had me clicking [Lost Noble].
I would have higher mana reserves, money, and at least a reason for not knowing every detail about nobility or the Clover kingdom.
Even if being a noble sounded dreadful, I still needed an excuse to ask clearly obvious questions because I wasn't a native.
The screen disappeared, and unsurprisingly, a new one took its place right after.
However, what stared back at me was a human in the anatomical position, just without any features. It was hairless, mouthless, eyeless, and also genderless.
I glanced at the top of the screen to see exactly what I expected to see.
[ Origins Part 3- You: Create a Character ]
I blinked once at the title, then stared at the featureless pale naked human depicted for a moment before immediately going to the height slider.
There was probably something really vain about this, but once I saw that I could make myself seven feet, the thought faded as quickly as it came.
Of course, I put myself at a modest 6'4, not extremely tall but just right.
Sue me.
I then went on to create a character that had a vague resemblance to me but was different in a lot of ways. I made myself handsome, because why not? I also took in account that I was a noble and gave myself more regal and commanding features. Also, for just a bit more uniqueness I made my eyes gold compared to the soft hazel they used to be.
I smiled at my handy work, combing over my new self a few times before frowning.
It was missing something, something that would make it less like the old me, and more like a new me.
I did one more once over, eventually deciding to change one last feature.
My favorite character always had white hair so why not?
The screen disappeared, along with it, so did I.
Well, only for a brief moment, as I was stunned to find the change happened immediately as motes of light coalesced together to form my new body.
I looked down on myself, my new self, and found that it felt like it always did. There was no discomfort or anything, everything at least seemed fine.
"Well," I smiled. "I guess that's goodbye to the old me."
Not really, I felt the same, I was still the guy who died to a cheap shot.
Although, I had also changed my name, mostly to truly cement the fact that this was all for a new life.
The possibility of body dysmorphia aside, I focused on the new screen that appeared, and right then and there I knew it was the most important.
[ Origins Part 5- Your Magic.
Please choose an Attribute.
-Note that due to difficulty choice some attributes are not available.-
Easy Mode Affinities{Unlocked}:
-Earth
-Wind
Medium Mode Affinities {Unlocked}:
-Water
-Fire
Hard Mode Affinities {Unlocked}:
-Nature
-Lightning
-Metal
Nightmare Mode Affinities {Unlocked}:
-Darkness
-Light
-Space
Hell Mode Affinites {Locked}:
-Time
-Gravity
-Anti Magic
-Arcane ]
I ground my teeth, mentally telling myself not to but failing and looking at the Hell mode attributes I could have yielded myself.
They were all stupidly OP, and I didn't even know what Arcane was, but if it was in the same category as the others it was guaranteed to be insane.
'Was it a mistake picking Nightmare and not Hell?'
No, I made my choices, I just had to live with them now, and it wasn't all bad.
There was plenty of potential in everything, but I already did away with the Easy and Medium attributes.
They weren't bad, but unless I got a Spirit or was a Royal, most of them wouldn't be up to snuff.
I had to think in the way of a noble, and that did lead me to thinking of one noble house.
Vaude, the family known for their combat spatial mages, the same Finral and Langris hailed from.
Spatial Magic was overpowered, or at least could be, and it has plenty of possibilities, but Light and Darkness Magic was much the same though.
Another hard choice, and my finger hovered over Light for a good few minutes, before going to Darkness, then back to Light, and finally on Space.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, a lot of the nerves and swirling thoughts going down along with it.
'What am I doing, stressing over it this much?'
There was no wrong choice between the three, and even if there were more weaknesses for one or the other, I would overcome them. I had a gamer system after all, becoming strong was not an 'if' but 'when'.
"Fuck it."
I clicked Space.
The choice was made, there was no going back, and hopefully said choice doesn't have me eventually keeling over from a simple hand wave by a devil.
The screen disappeared, and to my surprise, another one popped up.
I wasn't sure what else there was for me to pick truthfully, but as I read, I found myself growing dead silent.
[Space Affinity chosen.
Please choose a Legacy Quest and immediately gain its reward. Failure to achieve the Legacy Quest within ten years will be punished with immediate death.
-Note, the player is not required to choose-
1. Spirit Master: Gather all four spirits and bind them to you through force or by other means.
Reward: Perk (Child of the World): You gain an affinity for the four elements water, earth, fire, and wind.}
2. Wizard Emperor: By any means unite the four kingdoms into one.
Reward: Perk (Emperor's Reign): you are immortal as long as you rule and have more than 49% of your subjects approval. }
3. Zenith Stage: Create a Spell that encampases the entire continent.
Reward: Perk (My Domain): -50% Mana cost on AOE spells.}
4. Let Darkness Reign: Become the hosts for at least twenty devils.
Reward: Perk (I Always Am): You will always be yourself, no amount of manipulation of your soul, mind, or body will change that. You are still susceptible to physical or magical damage however.}
5. Devil's Devil: Eradicate all Devils, even those in the underworld.
Reward: Perk (God's Wrath): Your Magic has been slightly altered with holy attributes so that it always hurts Devils, healing spells are twice as effective on you as well, and your lifespan will double.}
6. Uprising: Kill all royals.
Reward: Perk (Chainless): you are immune to any and all spells that seek to bind you and your magic, even concepts.]
I stood in silence, soaking every single option in before even beginning to think of a choice.
This was optional, I could skip this, even if I might lose some sleep at night because of it.
Every choice was an extreme, and this was hammering home that to this thing it was all a game. I was dancing along to its tune, and these legacies were probably a play style for the player—me—to decide on.
What did I want in this new life?
Strength was a given, I was chasing that in my old life anyways. Comfort was probably next, but I went my whole life without it, and I was probably going to do the same in this one as well.
Honestly, wt the end of the day I wanted to be someone great, have my name etched in the history books, have people read it centuries from now in awe of what I accomplished.
I could never achieve that in my old life, I hadn't been enough, in this one though?
I could be.
I really hated expectations, so being the Wizard Emperor and having to keep the approval of half my subjects sounded miserable. I was also never the management and leader type, and I wasn't keen on changing that particular part of me; I was already pushing it by deciding to be a noble.
All my ambitions boiled down to doing something amazing that no one else could do, and so my eyes eventually locked onto my choice.
I picked [Zenith Stage].
The screen disappeared, and I hoped I was done with all this anxiety inducing bullshit.
I sucked at super important choices, and I'm sure steam would start coming out of my ears soon if I had to make anymore.
Well curse my luck, because another screen did appear, but this one I was actually excited to see.
My character sheet.
[
Name: Warren Estial(last name decided by [Lost Noble])
Attribute: Space
Level: 1 (1/100)
Upgrade Points(UP): 3
Attribute Points (AP): 5
Health Points(HP): 50
Mana Points: 2,000
Strength(STRG): 6- how strong you are.
Speed(SPD): 10- how quickly you can reach your maximum strength.
Constitution(CON): 4- health, health regeneration, and durability against physical attacks.
Dexterity(DEX): 8- control and senses of the body.
Intelligence(INT): 80- mana capacity, mana regeneration, sensitivity to mana, and resistance against mana attacks.
Skills and Spells(0):
Perks (3):
(Court's Charm): relationship statuses with all royals within the Clover Kingdom starts at -Friendly- status. You will inherit a large sum of money, and your mana capacity will start higher.
(My Domain): -50% Mana cost on AOE spells.
(Scry Immunity): you are immune to any magic that tries to discover your future or past.
]
"Left nothing to the imagination huh?" I asked whoever might be listening.
Of course, there was no answer, and I was more than ready for what came next when another screen appeared to my left.
[Press [Play] to start]
For once since my untimely death, I already had an answer ready, and the second my index finger touched the button that would begin my second shot at a life—one where I hoped to actually do something worthwhile— a bright light consumed me.
I grimaced as my eyes shut after practically witnessing a flashbang go off a few inches from my face.
My eyelids had to work double time to blink away the blurriness and black spots in my vision, and while that was happening, my other senses were already giving me feedback on where the hell I ended up.
I heard the rustle of the trees as they swayed on gentle winds, smelt the pine and faint whisper of water, and could feel the soft whipping of my hair that batted against my face.
Thankfully, after a few more blinks, my vision cleared, and I could immediately tell it was sharper than it ever was before. I could make out the details of the clearing I was in, see the small critters peer at me in curiosity through their beady eyes, the grey clouds not far off that promised rain, and also what I was wearing when I glanced down.
A simple leather vest over a white collared shirt, brown soft but firm trousers, and surprisingly modern looking black hiking boots.
Slowly, I reached up to my hair, pulling a single lock down to see it was white instead of black, truly cementing that everything that I had chosen back in that void was real.
I tried calling up my character sheet with a whispered "status", frowning when nothing happened.
Suddenly though, a tug at my side grabbed my attention, and my eyes went wide as I saw the book strapped at my left hip.
It was all black with gold engraving that swirled into a center circle where a gold three leaf clover sat. Width wise It wasn't exactly thick or small, just average, and I slowly unclasped the leather latch around it, jumping back as it quickly snapped to my front and opened to the third page.
There, I saw my status page, a broad smile forming on my face as I did quick skim to see if anything had changed.
After confirming everything was as it should be, with just a simple thought my grimoire elevated back to my side, my hand closing the latch around it and patting it gently.
Cool.
Another survey of my immediate surroundings made me notice a brown satchel that was sitting snugly in the grass as well.
I grabbed it and started rummaging to see exactly what the system would think a basic survival kit looked like.
A knife, one sharp enough to have me cursing the small cut I got on my index finger after checking, a leather waterskin filled to the brim with water with even runes etched into it to keep the water cold, a change of underwear and socks, a small tarp, two long wax candles, a bundle of summer sausage, a small bag of cheddar cheese, another small sack of dried berries, and one roll of bread.
All in all, it wasn't bad, I could survive maybe a week with this; two if I stretched out the food I had.
Although that was a guess on my part, the most I knew about surviving in the wild was the basics of 'don't eat random berries' and 'follow a river to civilization".
Next, I pulled out an envelope that looked like it sat on a shelf for ten years and then some. The only only thing seemingly untouched by age being the purple wax seal that showed a owl where its eyes were portals to a manor sitting on a hill.
My family seal I could only assume, which meant this was my proof of my lineage, the single thing that would prove I belonged to a noble house in the Clover Kingdom.
If I lost it, I was truly a nobody, and I would have to pray that since my grimoire had a clover it would be enough to at least prove I was a citizen of the kingdom; though a peasant.
'Then I wouldn't be recognized as a noble and inherit any money...'
So I could not loose this letter, no pressure right?
I sighed heavily, letting the emotions I had put on the back burner come to me as I attached the long slightly curved knife I had to my belt opposite of my grimoire.
I was going to miss them honestly, my parents, and I felt guilty.
They had sacrificed so much for me, and all I ever wanted was to pay them back, but I had to go and get myself killed in such a stupid and simple way.
A cheap shot right hook to the temple.
I didn't notice when it started, but I found myself laughing, because despite dying, that feeling I had in the ring was still there.
I was alive.
Maybe not in the way I intended, but it felt good to have something to look forward to, something to earn through my own hard work.
I smiled wider as I inhaled the clean air untouched by civilization, taking another slow sweeping glance around the clearing.
'Welp', I was lost, and I wasn't a big enough of a fan of the show to know any geography location aside from the demon skull, the jungles of the heart kingdom, the spade kingdom in the north where it was cold, and the iconic capital of the Clover kingdom.
So, I simply headed for the mountain range, it would at least give me the high ground to see if I was going to the right place.
Although, I also noticed the dark grey clouds heading my way, and once I broke past the clearing and stepped into the forest fully, I managed a single prayer to whoever might be listening.
"Please don't let it rain."