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"Ugghh..."
A teenage boy with long, shimmering silver hair and piercing deep blue eyes stood before the mirror.
Dressed in a black jacket over a white shirt, his pale skin looked almost ethereal.
Groaning in pain, he pressed his left palm against his throbbing head.
"My head hurts damn it"
The boy muttered, the words laced with both pain and irritation as he pressed his palm harder against his temple, trying to ease the relentless ache.
He then slowly leaned his head forward toward the mirror, his piercing blue eyes fixated on his own reflection.
"Wait..."
But a jolt of realization struck him hard as he leaned closer to the mirror, his eyes narrowing in shock while he inspected his reflection more intently.
His hands slowly moved toward his head, trembling slightly as he checked to see if the reflection mimicked his movements.
As his hands moved across his hair, eyes, and face, his heart sank.
The reflection mimicked him perfectly, every movement synchronized, yet the face staring back wasn't his.
It was someone else entirely—someone he didn't recognize.
"Who is this person? What is happening to me? Where am I?!"
He whispered frantically, his voice shaking with panic as he continued to stare at the unfamiliar reflection.
The words tumbled out in a rush, his mind struggling to comprehend the impossible reality before him.
The sharp pain in his head, which had plagued him moments before, completely vanished, replaced by the overwhelming panic coursing through him.
His thoughts, once clouded by the ache, now raced in a blur of confusion and fear as he stared at the reflection of a stranger's face.
He suddenly recalled his own appearance with vivid clarity.
His hair, a deep black jade that fell in messy strands, his onyx black eyes that had always felt like an abyss, and his 5'8" frame—average in height, with an equally unremarkable face and physique.
Every detail rushed back to him, but it only deepened his confusion as he continued to face the reflection of someone else entirely.
The face staring back at him in the mirror was that of an unknown person—someone with long silver hair that flowed like liquid metal and deep blue eyes that seemed almost otherworldly.
The stranger stood at an imposing 6'3", his body sculpted with a perfect, refined physique and a face so symmetrical it almost seemed unreal.
"Handsome."
It was the only word that escaped his lips as he stared at the reflection—his own, yet not his own—of a body that was not his.
The word lingered in the air, heavy with disbelief, as he took in the flawless features of the stranger's face, still struggling to comprehend the surreal scene before him.
"Fuck. Is this sone kind of magic, a prank shit!"
The words spilled out, trembling with fear, as he stared at the reflection in disbelief.
Who wouldn't be scared in a moment like this?
Finding himself trapped inside a body he didn't recognize, with no explanation—was this even possible?
To change bodies?
The thought sent a chill down his spine, and his mind raced to find any rational answer, but all he was left with was fear and confusion.
"Huu..."
He straightened his posture in front of the mirror, trying to steady himself, before letting out an exasperated sigh.
The sound echoed in the silence, a mix of frustration and disbelief, as he stared at the perfect stranger's reflection that now belonged to him—yet it didn't.
"No, don't panic, don't panic,"
He muttered to himself, trying to steady his racing thoughts.
"I can't investigate what's happening to me in this state... but I have to calm down first, before I can figure anything out."
His voice trembled with uncertainty, but he forced himself to take slow, deliberate breaths, determined to regain control over his emotions before seeking answers.
"So,"
He murmured, placing his left index finger on his chin and his right hand on his chest as he stared at his reflection, deep in thought.
"Let's see what is actually happening."
He spoke the words with a newfound determination, his mind sharpening as he prepared to analyze the bizarre situation with a clear head.
Even though there was a hint of calmness in his voice and a controlled expression on his face, the small panic and underlying fear of his current situation remained impossible to conceal.
It lingered in his eyes, betraying the turmoil that raged just beneath the surface as he tried to make sense of the unexplainable.
Ding—!
In that moment, as he pondered what to do next, a sudden, unexpected sound rang out from within his head.
It was sharp and clear, almost like a notification, and it caught him off guard, adding another layer of confusion to the already overwhelming situation.
"Huh? What was that?"
He muttered to himself, his eyes widening in surprise as he glanced around, trying to locate the source of the strange sound.
His mind raced, wondering if it was somehow connected to the bizarre changes happening to him.
Then,
Fwang—!
===[System]===
->Name: Amon Von Lancaster
->Age: 18
->Race: Human
->Class: Anomaly
->Level: 0
->Experience Points: (0/100)
->Title: Not yet classified
->Job: Jobless
->Affinity: Void
->(Mana usage: 1.5 Points)
==={Attributes}===
->Strength: 0.2
->Speed: 0.1
->Stamina: 0.1
->Agility: 0.3
->Detoxify: 0.4
->Durability: 0.2
->Instincts: 0.2
->Reflexes: 0.1
->Intelligence: 0.8
->Mana Points: 2
===|Skills|===
->Passive Skill: Void Aura {Always on}
->Skill: Appraisal
->Black Heart (Seal)
===ΠSkill InformationΠ===
->Passive Skill—Void Aura:
->[Void Aura is a passive skill that allows the user to emanate a powerful, menacing aura without active control.
This aura exudes an overwhelming sense of pressure and dark energy, often described as "evil" or "malignant" in nature.
Its very presence can cause even the most formidable opponents to freeze in terror, paralyzing them with fear and rendering them momentarily petrified.
The strength of the aura can vary, but in its full intensity, it can suppress the will and movement of even the most powerful individuals, leaving them vulnerable and defenseless.]
->Skill—Appraisal:
->[Appraisal is a skill that the user can activate at will, enhancing their senses by doubling their perception.
This heightened awareness allows them to effortlessly detect the presence of others, along with their aura and any killing intent, without needing to focus.
In addition, Appraisal provides the ability to analyze and view the stats, skills, and attributes of those around them, offering a detailed understanding of others' abilities and strengths with minimal effort.]
->Skill—Black Heart (Seal):
->[It will activate automatically once the host ■■Erro■■]
===[Fighting Styles]===
->???■■
->Brute Strength
->Unrefined
->Raw
->Animal Instincts
->Unconscious State/Instincts
===|Fighting Styles information|===
->???:
->[Unknown fighting style. The system fails to recognize this approach, as it doesn't align with any of the established techniques or combat forms cataloged within its database.
It is an unorthodox method that defies the usual categories. Error.]
->Brute Strength:
->[The fighter relies solely on brute force in battle, using raw physical power without any formal technique or strategy.
This unorthodox approach doesn't fit within the system's usual classifications, causing an error in its processing.]
->Unrefined:
->[It's a fighting style characterized by raw, instinctive movements driven by pure aggression and brute force.
The practitioner relies on overwhelming physical strength rather than refined technique, often using powerful, unrestrained strikes and unpredictable, spontaneous actions.
This style is more about imposing power than following strategy, with the fighter depending on their ability to outlast or overpower opponents.
While it can catch others off guard, it lacks finesse, leaving the fighter vulnerable to those with more calculated or disciplined approaches.]
->Raw:
->[A raw fighting style is one that emphasizes unrefined, instinct-driven techniques, often relying on sheer physical power and primal aggression rather than strategy or technique.
It's a chaotic, unpredictable approach where the fighter uses their body as a weapon, throwing powerful, forceful strikes with little regard for precision or control.
Movements are often wild and reactive, driven by raw emotion and survival instincts.
Though effective in close combat, it leaves the fighter open to counterattacks due to its lack of discipline and technique.]
->Animal Instincts:
->[It is a style that revolves entirely around survival instinct, where the user's mind shifts to that of a wild beast, abandoning any sense of control or structured technique.
In this state, the fighter becomes a primal force, relying on raw aggression and desperation to overpower their opponent.
The user's movements become erratic and savage, using every part of their body as a weapon—scratching and tearing at the opponent with their nails, biting with teeth, and using their fists in brutal, unrestrained strikes.
The style is all about sheer will to survive, with no concern for rules or tactics.
It's a vicious, animalistic approach to combat, driven by a singular goal: defeat the enemy by any means necessary, no matter how brutal or unrefined.
The user taps into their most primal instincts, fighting with the ferocity of a cornered animal.]
->Unconscious State/Instincts
->[This is not a fighting style but rather a state that occurs when the body loses consciousness and moves autonomously, without the brain's control.
In this state, the user's consciousness is entirely disconnected from their body, which continues to function on its own, driven solely by instinct.
The body no longer feels any pain, as the user's mind is not aware of the physical sensations.
While unconscious, the body can adjust its strength to match that of the opponent's stats, creating a balanced combat scenario, allowing it to fight on par with more powerful foes despite the user's lack of awareness.
The physical appearance of the body subtly changes in this state; the most notable alteration is in the eyes, which shift into a reverse form—perhaps glowing or appearing entirely different from the user's usual gaze—signifying the complete disconnection from the conscious self.
The transformation is unsettling, as the body moves with a kind of predatory instinct, yet remains entirely unaware of its own actions.]
==={Main System}===
->System Store ∆
->System Inventory: (0/∞)Items
->System Points: 0
->System Currency: 50
->System Quest: 0/0
===[System]===
A shimmering, azure-hued, translucent display materialized abruptly before him.
Step—!
He was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected appearance of the blue screen before his eyes, seemingly materializing out of nowhere with no prior indication.
Him, recognizing the object before him, his astonishment quickly manifested as he raised his voice in a mixture of disbelief and incredulity.
"What in the fucking hell is this?! Can it truly be the very thing I think it is?!"
Upon gazing at the screen before him, he immediately recognized it, his mind racing with the realization drawn from the countless renowned novels and animes in which such a phenomenon had been portrayed.
"Is this truly the system?!"
He exclaimed, his voice thick with astonishment.
"But wait, my name isn't Amon!,"
He questioned, a sense of confusion creeping into his voice.
"Who is this Amon Von Lancaster?"
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