Asher Whitmore was only level 11. He had awoken his Warrior System the same day as everyone else in the city roughly 2 years ago. The notifications had come out of the blue for him and his people. One day they had been normal. Only seeing things that were really in front of them, now they all had the hallucinations.
At first the priests had claimed the screens were signs of disloyalty to their God-King. Now they were accepted as real as the Truskin people tried to learn there new abilities. There had been much strife when they first appeared. It took time for the royal family and church to take charge. Once they got their heads around the fact that the world was different they made the situation more to their advantage.
Forcing people to reveal their Systems they were able to assign them jobs based off of their skills. One of hundreds of Warriors, Asher was conscripted into the Truskin military. At first it had been great. As an orphan living on the streets he never dreamed of having a full belly most every night. After months in the position he understood that he was a grunt. Fodder for the real powers in the military. The warriors would weaken the monsters as the higher ups would receive the bulk of the experience with the kill. His 11 levels had been hard fought for. Asher pulled up his status screen.
| Name: | Asher Whitmore | Skills: | ||
| System: | WARRIOR | Identification | LVL 3 | |
| Level: | 11 | Powerstrike | LVL 6 | |
| Experience | 250/10,000 | Battleshout | LVL 5 | |
| Taunt | LVL 4 | |||
| Shield Bash | LVL 1 | |||
| HP: | 82 | /82 | ||
| MP: | 23 | /23 | ||
| Stats: | 0 | |||
| Strength: | 30 | |||
| Dexterity: | 20 | |||
| Endurance: | 26 | |||
| Agility: | 20 | |||
| Wisdom: | 7 | |||
| Intelligence: | 8 | |||
| Luck: | 12 | |||
| Charm: | 9 | |||
He was 1 of 12 other Warrior Systems in his group. The weakest of the weak. They were used as meat shields as the truly strong Systems did the real damage. Hunters with their bows, Mancers with their magic, Rogues with their disappearing acts, Holymancers with their heals. Every System was treated better than Asher and his team.
“Up and atem you fuckers!” Their Knight Captain yelled. Because his System was called Knight the pompous ass was put in charge of them all. As the son of a noble the Knight took to the leadership role with sadistic glee. “We are on the front lines again today!” He yelled. No one said anything, they were always on the front lines.
Throwing off his flea ridden blanket Ash put on his leathers in the cold morning. Others similarly donned clothes as quickly as they could. Only men were in the dugout. Asher had been in training with them for the 2 weeks they were allowed. They had fought for supremacy amongst one another during those weeks, but quickly they were beaten down by their Knight Captain. The group accepted their place at the bottom of the military. All harbored hate for their betters.
Stepping out into the early morning light Asher noticed the long line of men already formed. He joined at the end. They slowly moved up one by one. Eventually Asher saw the priest ahead of them. That day was Bishop’s turn. He was the personal Holymancer to the prince himself. The holier than thou man blessed their weapons while keeping a safe distance from them. His robes pure white he didn’t risk soiling them with the piss, shit, and mud that clung to the bodies of the soldiers.
He was a tall man, almost as tall as Asher. Bishop had dark hair that resembled Asher’s, but his skin was a lighter tone. Asher wasn’t sure the other man’s last name, but he hated him for all he was worth. Finally his turn, Asher stepped up. Bishop moved his hand to his nose to help block out the smell of Asher. He mumbled a few words then Asher’s blade became alight for a split second. The holy enchant attached, Asher headed to their assigned gate.
Nervous, he pushed through to the front. No one troubled him as he moved them out of the way. The stronger Systems were happy to be at the back. They caressed bows or wands as they most likely thanked their god-king they didn’t have to be the first through the gate. Asher tightened the meager leather armor on his shoulders as he stopped at the vanguard. He had gone through a growth spurt with his levels. Now 6’-5” he had been scolded more times than he could count for needing adjustment after adjustment.
“Kneel!” His Knight Captain yelled from the back of the line. Mounted on his horse the captain didn’t kneel. Asher and his team knew the drill, and dropped to a knee. The prince trotted by on his horse. Long blonde hair, the young man’s face, armor, and horse were immaculate. The next in line to the throne almost glowed as he took his position near the gate. He had the honor to open it for them.
The prince was another pompous asshole Asher wanted to kill. Only 15 years old, the next in line to the throne didn’t have a System. He did however gain levels. More than once Asher had been commanded to subdue their enemy so the prince could strike them through. Gaining level after level with ease Asher thought those experience points would be better suited for those that did the work.
Anger boiled in him as he stared at the prince. The prince looked the group over, his eyes moving as if not seeing any of them. This only made Asher’s blood boil more. He had held more than a few of his friends as they died on this battlefield. Healers kept at the back, their precious mana was saved for the few times these leaders were injured.
“Another day,” a man whispered behind him. Asher knew the voice and the words, but he never bothered to see who said them. Day in and out they had been said, and Asher was starting to agree. It was another day, but the same day.
The prince took his spot by the gate, and soon the screeches began. Unholy yells sounded from the otherside of the wall. The eerie shrieks made those around him jump. No time to empty bladders, more than a few did so now. The gate in front of them was 12 foot by 12 foot. Enough for humans to get through, but not enough for the bigger foes to get by. The thick wood gate was surrounded by tall brick and stone walls. The walls were at least 25 feet tall. They had to be to keep the really big enemies out.
Soon after the Systems appeared in people, so had the monsters. A goblin horde here, a group of gnolls there. They weren’t much to deal with. Asher hadn’t fought any of those yet. He had still been begging for food on the streets. It wasn’t until the first undead came that he was conscripted.
The undead were called the Gone. Men and women and monsters that had once been living. Now the Gone roamed outside the gates of the Military District Asher was in. In fact they littered outside the gates of every District in the city of Truskin. A once great city, Truskin was home to the Truskin royal family. The city at one point held almost a million people. Districts spread throughout they all had their own purpose and housed the population needed for those sectors. Large streets separating the Districts, now the Gone littered those streets. The royals and everyone left alive in the city were holed up, hiding from the undead.
“Ready!” Prince Truskin bellowed from the gate lever. Asher pulled out his weak sword from the thin scabbard. His wooden shield appeared on his left arm. The platinum color of the ring on his finger caught his eye. He had found the ring some time ago. It was called a Timeless Band and was his only true treasure. A spatial ring, he kept it hidden with dirt and mud. He was sure if others noticed it they would take it.
Others around him readied their weapons. More bowels were evacuated as the Gone sensed the coming attack. Their screeches and shrieks grew louder over the wall. Asher didn’t believe in any of their gods, but he still found himself saying a prayer to any that would listen. Sweat falling down his face, the prince pushed the lever. A counterweight began to slowly fall as the wood gate raised. Asher used Identification on the first Gone foot he saw.
Wesrall Undead
Level 14
Asher sighed. Usually similar levels stuck around one another. Level 14 was something that wouldn’t kill him in one hit. The gate slowly raised as more of the Gone were revealed. Pale gray skin they were all once humans. Their eyes dead, the only real way to identify them as Gone was the blue glow that leaked from their wounds and open mouths. The gate stopped at 6’ high.
“Charge!” The Knight Captain screamed from his safe spot behind them. Asher knew better than to hesitate. He charged into the gaping maw of death in front of him. The Gone noticed them as they stepped through. Their shrieks intensified. Asher stabbed the blue glowing mouth of one as it dove at him.
It was soon a screaming match between the warriors and the Gone as they pushed them back. Stabbing as they could. Another chip appeared in his blade as he struck the spine of a Gone. His shield knocking it away the Gone disappeared in a pile of more of them. Always moving forward, their group pushed them back so the Systems that could do real damage were let through the gate.
Already exhausted, Asher pushed with his fellow expendable Warriors. The Gone gnashed and clawed at them with broken nails and fists. The blue glow released a rancid stench that made his shit hardened nose want to close.
“Retreat!” The yell was called as they finally reached their goal. Asher couldn’t look back but the line broke. 2 of his team made it back into the gate, and 1 was split in half by it as it fell. He felt it then. The ground rumbled as the Abomination closed in on him. His people had trained for this. They smoothly moved from pushing in a line to forming a circle.
Asher was the unfortunate person to have to face the Abomination. It was 15 feet tall. A human once maybe, it now resembled an ape. Thick arms extended down to the muddy ground as it walked or used the fists like feet. There was a large head on its shoulders, but many faces littered the skin as well. A distinguishable child’s face silently screamed from it’s abdomen. Blue glowed from all the mouths as well as from deep stitches that appeared to hold the faces into the body.
Asher retched but never looked away from the thing. He didn’t have anything to puke up but water, so it wasn’t terrible tasting. He had seen a few Abominations, but none so close. Not many survived an Abomination. He used Identification.
*Wesrall Abomination*
Level ???
They were a Risk, short for Asterisk. A boss level monster that he couldn’t hope to see the level of. Tears shed from Asher’s eyes as the many faces screeched at them. Jumping, more than a few in the circle bolted. Sprinting into a line of Gone they were quickly chewed upon and disappeared into the piles of gray flesh. They too would soon rise as an enemy, as Asher would. A part of him began to rise with the knowledge that he was as good as dead. His heart beating faster, adrenaline coursed through his veins as he felt something he hadn’t felt in so long.
He felt joy. A joy that hadn’t filled him since further back and he could remember. Asher’s life had been one tragedy after another. His father dead of a plague. His mother was forced to prostitute herself until she died from some disease. His older sister disappearing, most likely kidnapped, raped, and killed in some dark alley. He had been alone for so long. Living day by day, starving more often than not. He knew that life wasn’t meant to be lived by people like him. People that lived at the street level.
His mind began to open as the joy only spread. He felt a grin come to his lips as the Abomination stepped closer and closer. More of his team bolted, and soon it was only him that stared up into the faces that would eat him. A part of him broke then. He felt it shatter at the center of his mind. His body began to shake as memories flooded into him. Like seeing the world for the first time he recognized joy in a life that was not his own. Slowly the memories took over him. His body spasming further he screamed and dropped to his knees as the memories became priority.
A youth spent in happiness. Parents that loved him. This Asher never knew what love was, now he could feel it rise in his chest. Joy, pleasure, compassion, trust, friendship, youth, life, and most importantly love were now words that he understood and could explain. His chest filled with pride as the memories poured in. He understood now that they weren’t someone else's, but his own.
Mid-transformation he stood up to stare at the Abomination. He had the love of his life to fight for. He had children on the way. He couldn’t waste his time with an undead fuck like this. His ragged clothes disappeared into his ring. Casting Cleanliness the layers of piss and shit were eradicated as mana surrounded his body. His jeans and T-shirt appeared, then his Guts’ Armor, and lastly the Dragon Slayer. He brought up his screen. Now fully reborn there was no time to waste. He had to get back to those he loved and those that loved him.
| Name: | Asher Whitmore | Skills: | ||
| Alias: | Quinten Hardly | Acting | LVL MAX | |
| System: | PORN STAR | STD Immunity | LVL MAX | |
| Level: | 50 | Roleplaying | LVL MAX | |
| Experience | 138,813/435,000 | 0+% | Prop Manifestation | LVL MAX |
| Title: | Lawful Good (10) | Relationship Screen | LVL 12 | |
| Guild: | Community | Ahegao | LVL 10 | |
| Syscos: | 4,188 | Survival | LVL 19 | |
| Tracking | LVL 20 | |||
| HP: | 210 | /210 (9) | Brawling | LVL 19 |
| MP: | 135 | /135 | Policing | LVL 10 |
| Battleshout | LVL 18 | |||
| Stats: | 0 | Intimidation | LVL 23 | |
| Strength: | 70 | Powerstrike | LVL 23 | |
| Dexterity: | 59 | Justice | LVL 17 | |
| Endurance: | 70 | Regal Presence | LVL 9 | |
| Agility: | 60 | Battle Instincts | LVL 20 | |
| Wisdom: | 45 | Weapon Throw | LVL 19 | |
| Intelligence: | 45 | Gun Fighting | LVL 9 | |
| Luck: | 45 | Full Body Control | LVL MAX | |
| Charm: | 40 | Mesmerizing Gaze | LVL 15 | |
| Healing Touch | LVL 19 | |||
| Custom Stats: | Smooth Talker | LVL 7 | ||
| Dick Length | 9 Inches | Mana Sight | LVL 28 | |
| Dick Diameter | 2 Inches | Revenge | LVL 26 | |
| Fertility | Off | Role Immersion | LVL MAX | |
| Pheromones | 20 | Mana Sense | LVL 21 | |
| Libido | 10 | Share the Love | LVL 7 | |
| Height | 6'-5" | Cleanliness | LVL 17 | |
| Dragon Palm | LVL 10 | |||
| Sex Bomb | LVL 15 | |||
| Coupling Mana | LVL 4 | |||
| Orgy Control | LVL MAX | |||
| Empower | LVL 7 | |||
| Casanova | LVL 9 |
Everything was back to normal. He used ID on the Abomination.
*Wesrall Abomination*
Level 25
Asher wanted to laugh. This thing most likely wasn’t worth any experience to him. The monster was the same level as the Boss level he fought in South Korea. Now it was like facing any other foe. Pouring Judgment into his sword it glowed with mana. He sliced through the Abomination like butter. Surprisingly he did get experience from it. He guessed because it was a boss. A whole 2,000 experience points. He would just have to kill another 150 to level.
He grabbed the Mana Heart as the bosses sides dropped to the muddy ground. It was the size of a fist, but still worth something he was sure. Looking around he noticed that all the Wesrall Undead were low level. He pulled up his Guild Conference quest. They only had 140 days till the Conference. His mind had been locked away for almost 12 days. Undead closing in around him he cast a Physical heavy Sex Bomb. His yowl echoed from within the packed street as they dropped to the floor. He had all the memories of this world’s Asher Whitmore. He doubted Asher had been his real name, but he did believe the man had existed once long ago.
The city was sectioned off by large streets. This street was over a quarter mile wide. Booths and alive people had once littered the streets. The Gone caused the districts to have to defend themselves. Already 2 districts had been lost. They were both heavy population areas. Now their citizens were dead and trying to kill the living ones.
Asher let out a long sigh as the Gone got up. They had taken a little damage from the skill, but not enough to die…or die again at least. He thought about the state of the city. There was a class system set in place, and those at the bottom paid the price. This Asher was very far down the bottom. His mind raced trying to figure out what to do.
His people were somewhere on this planet. Most were probably stuck in the Roleplay as he had been. He needed to find them and break them out of it. That was priority numero uno. The other priorities were killing zombies, figuring out the theme of the Trial, and gaining some serious levels. Slapping his cheeks Ash knew there were 2 options in front of him.
Option 1 was to kick all the asses of those on top. This was a Pre-League world. So far back in the past that there was no Tutorial, no Champion, no explanations from the System. Just a hey, now you can use mana. He breathed in heavily. The world was a lower Tier I. Maybe this was before the System upgraded planets as well.
Option 2 was to pretend to be a grunt. He could maybe move around more easily since he guessed he was a higher level than everyone. Asher wouldn’t put up with the shit this Asher Whitmore did. But he thought this was the better option.
Movement catching his eye he noticed a face staring at him from the top of the large wall. “The Abomination is dead,” he announced loudly. The face moved and was soon yelling down to the people on the other side. Slowly the thick gate began to rise again. Asher stood at the center, and as it became tall enough he stepped back through.
Hundreds of eyes stared at him as he confidently stopped in front of them. A quick ID he noticed the highest level among them was level 22. The prince himself. “What?” He asked with a smile as he accepted the inraptured gazes of those the past Asher hated with all his heart.
Asher Whitmore was only level 11. He had awoken his Warrior System the same day as everyone else in the city roughly 2 years ago. The notifications had come out of the blue for him and his people. One day they had been normal. Only seeing things that were really in front of them, now they all had the hallucinations.
At first the priests had claimed the screens were signs of disloyalty to their God-King. Now they were accepted as real as the Truskin people tried to learn there new abilities. There had been much strife when they first appeared. It took time for the royal family and church to take charge. Once they got their heads around the fact that the world was different they made the situation more to their advantage.
Forcing people to reveal their Systems they were able to assign them jobs based off of their skills. One of hundreds of Warriors, Asher was conscripted into the Truskin military. At first it had been great. As an orphan living on the streets he never dreamed of having a full belly most every night. After months in the position he understood that he was a grunt. Fodder for the real powers in the military. The warriors would weaken the monsters as the higher ups would receive the bulk of the experience with the kill. His 11 levels had been hard fought for. Asher pulled up his status screen.
| Name: | Asher Whitmore | Skills: | ||
| System: | WARRIOR | Identification | LVL 3 | |
| Level: | 11 | Powerstrike | LVL 6 | |
| Experience | 250/10,000 | Battleshout | LVL 5 | |
| Taunt | LVL 4 | |||
| Shield Bash | LVL 1 | |||
| HP: | 82 | /82 | ||
| MP: | 23 | /23 | ||
| Stats: | 0 | |||
| Strength: | 30 | |||
| Dexterity: | 20 | |||
| Endurance: | 26 | |||
| Agility: | 20 | |||
| Wisdom: | 7 | |||
| Intelligence: | 8 | |||
| Luck: | 12 | |||
| Charm: | 9 | |||
He was 1 of 12 other Warrior Systems in his group. The weakest of the weak. They were used as meat shields as the truly strong Systems did the real damage. Hunters with their bows, Mancers with their magic, Rogues with their disappearing acts, Holymancers with their heals. Every System was treated better than Asher and his team.
“Up and atem you fuckers!” Their Knight Captain yelled. Because his System was called Knight the pompous ass was put in charge of them all. As the son of a noble the Knight took to the leadership role with sadistic glee. “We are on the front lines again today!” He yelled. No one said anything, they were always on the front lines.
Throwing off his flea ridden blanket Ash put on his leathers in the cold morning. Others similarly donned clothes as quickly as they could. Only men were in the dugout. Asher had been in training with them for the 2 weeks they were allowed. They had fought for supremacy amongst one another during those weeks, but quickly they were beaten down by their Knight Captain. The group accepted their place at the bottom of the military. All harbored hate for their betters.
Stepping out into the early morning light Asher noticed the long line of men already formed. He joined at the end. They slowly moved up one by one. Eventually Asher saw the priest ahead of them. That day was Bishop’s turn. He was the personal Holymancer to the prince himself. The holier than thou man blessed their weapons while keeping a safe distance from them. His robes pure white he didn’t risk soiling them with the piss, shit, and mud that clung to the bodies of the soldiers.
He was a tall man, almost as tall as Asher. Bishop had dark hair that resembled Asher’s, but his skin was a lighter tone. Asher wasn’t sure the other man’s last name, but he hated him for all he was worth. Finally his turn, Asher stepped up. Bishop moved his hand to his nose to help block out the smell of Asher. He mumbled a few words then Asher’s blade became alight for a split second. The holy enchant attached, Asher headed to their assigned gate.
Nervous, he pushed through to the front. No one troubled him as he moved them out of the way. The stronger Systems were happy to be at the back. They caressed bows or wands as they most likely thanked their god-king they didn’t have to be the first through the gate. Asher tightened the meager leather armor on his shoulders as he stopped at the vanguard. He had gone through a growth spurt with his levels. Now 6’-5” he had been scolded more times than he could count for needing adjustment after adjustment.
“Kneel!” His Knight Captain yelled from the back of the line. Mounted on his horse the captain didn’t kneel. Asher and his team knew the drill, and dropped to a knee. The prince trotted by on his horse. Long blonde hair, the young man’s face, armor, and horse were immaculate. The next in line to the throne almost glowed as he took his position near the gate. He had the honor to open it for them.
The prince was another pompous asshole Asher wanted to kill. Only 15 years old, the next in line to the throne didn’t have a System. He did however gain levels. More than once Asher had been commanded to subdue their enemy so the prince could strike them through. Gaining level after level with ease Asher thought those experience points would be better suited for those that did the work.
Anger boiled in him as he stared at the prince. The prince looked the group over, his eyes moving as if not seeing any of them. This only made Asher’s blood boil more. He had held more than a few of his friends as they died on this battlefield. Healers kept at the back, their precious mana was saved for the few times these leaders were injured.
“Another day,” a man whispered behind him. Asher knew the voice and the words, but he never bothered to see who said them. Day in and out they had been said, and Asher was starting to agree. It was another day, but the same day.
The prince took his spot by the gate, and soon the screeches began. Unholy yells sounded from the otherside of the wall. The eerie shrieks made those around him jump. No time to empty bladders, more than a few did so now. The gate in front of them was 12 foot by 12 foot. Enough for humans to get through, but not enough for the bigger foes to get by. The thick wood gate was surrounded by tall brick and stone walls. The walls were at least 25 feet tall. They had to be to keep the really big enemies out.
Soon after the Systems appeared in people, so had the monsters. A goblin horde here, a group of gnolls there. They weren’t much to deal with. Asher hadn’t fought any of those yet. He had still been begging for food on the streets. It wasn’t until the first undead came that he was conscripted.
The undead were called the Gone. Men and women and monsters that had once been living. Now the Gone roamed outside the gates of the Military District Asher was in. In fact they littered outside the gates of every District in the city of Truskin. A once great city, Truskin was home to the Truskin royal family. The city at one point held almost a million people. Districts spread throughout they all had their own purpose and housed the population needed for those sectors. Large streets separating the Districts, now the Gone littered those streets. The royals and everyone left alive in the city were holed up, hiding from the undead.
“Ready!” Prince Truskin bellowed from the gate lever. Asher pulled out his weak sword from the thin scabbard. His wooden shield appeared on his left arm. The platinum color of the ring on his finger caught his eye. He had found the ring some time ago. It was called a Timeless Band and was his only true treasure. A spatial ring, he kept it hidden with dirt and mud. He was sure if others noticed it they would take it.
Others around him readied their weapons. More bowels were evacuated as the Gone sensed the coming attack. Their screeches and shrieks grew louder over the wall. Asher didn’t believe in any of their gods, but he still found himself saying a prayer to any that would listen. Sweat falling down his face, the prince pushed the lever. A counterweight began to slowly fall as the wood gate raised. Asher used Identification on the first Gone foot he saw.
Wesrall Undead
Level 14
Asher sighed. Usually similar levels stuck around one another. Level 14 was something that wouldn’t kill him in one hit. The gate slowly raised as more of the Gone were revealed. Pale gray skin they were all once humans. Their eyes dead, the only real way to identify them as Gone was the blue glow that leaked from their wounds and open mouths. The gate stopped at 6’ high.
“Charge!” The Knight Captain screamed from his safe spot behind them. Asher knew better than to hesitate. He charged into the gaping maw of death in front of him. The Gone noticed them as they stepped through. Their shrieks intensified. Asher stabbed the blue glowing mouth of one as it dove at him.
It was soon a screaming match between the warriors and the Gone as they pushed them back. Stabbing as they could. Another chip appeared in his blade as he struck the spine of a Gone. His shield knocking it away the Gone disappeared in a pile of more of them. Always moving forward, their group pushed them back so the Systems that could do real damage were let through the gate.
Already exhausted, Asher pushed with his fellow expendable Warriors. The Gone gnashed and clawed at them with broken nails and fists. The blue glow released a rancid stench that made his shit hardened nose want to close.
“Retreat!” The yell was called as they finally reached their goal. Asher couldn’t look back but the line broke. 2 of his team made it back into the gate, and 1 was split in half by it as it fell. He felt it then. The ground rumbled as the Abomination closed in on him. His people had trained for this. They smoothly moved from pushing in a line to forming a circle.
Asher was the unfortunate person to have to face the Abomination. It was 15 feet tall. A human once maybe, it now resembled an ape. Thick arms extended down to the muddy ground as it walked or used the fists like feet. There was a large head on its shoulders, but many faces littered the skin as well. A distinguishable child’s face silently screamed from it’s abdomen. Blue glowed from all the mouths as well as from deep stitches that appeared to hold the faces into the body.
Asher retched but never looked away from the thing. He didn’t have anything to puke up but water, so it wasn’t terrible tasting. He had seen a few Abominations, but none so close. Not many survived an Abomination. He used Identification.
*Wesrall Abomination*
Level ???
They were a Risk, short for Asterisk. A boss level monster that he couldn’t hope to see the level of. Tears shed from Asher’s eyes as the many faces screeched at them. Jumping, more than a few in the circle bolted. Sprinting into a line of Gone they were quickly chewed upon and disappeared into the piles of gray flesh. They too would soon rise as an enemy, as Asher would. A part of him began to rise with the knowledge that he was as good as dead. His heart beating faster, adrenaline coursed through his veins as he felt something he hadn’t felt in so long.
He felt joy. A joy that hadn’t filled him since further back and he could remember. Asher’s life had been one tragedy after another. His father dead of a plague. His mother was forced to prostitute herself until she died from some disease. His older sister disappearing, most likely kidnapped, raped, and killed in some dark alley. He had been alone for so long. Living day by day, starving more often than not. He knew that life wasn’t meant to be lived by people like him. People that lived at the street level.
His mind began to open as the joy only spread. He felt a grin come to his lips as the Abomination stepped closer and closer. More of his team bolted, and soon it was only him that stared up into the faces that would eat him. A part of him broke then. He felt it shatter at the center of his mind. His body began to shake as memories flooded into him. Like seeing the world for the first time he recognized joy in a life that was not his own. Slowly the memories took over him. His body spasming further he screamed and dropped to his knees as the memories became priority.
A youth spent in happiness. Parents that loved him. This Asher never knew what love was, now he could feel it rise in his chest. Joy, pleasure, compassion, trust, friendship, youth, life, and most importantly love were now words that he understood and could explain. His chest filled with pride as the memories poured in. He understood now that they weren’t someone else's, but his own.
Mid-transformation he stood up to stare at the Abomination. He had the love of his life to fight for. He had children on the way. He couldn’t waste his time with an undead fuck like this. His ragged clothes disappeared into his ring. Casting Cleanliness the layers of piss and shit were eradicated as mana surrounded his body. His jeans and T-shirt appeared, then his Guts’ Armor, and lastly the Dragon Slayer. He brought up his screen. Now fully reborn there was no time to waste. He had to get back to those he loved and those that loved him.
| Name: | Asher Whitmore | Skills: | ||
| Alias: | Quinten Hardly | Acting | LVL MAX | |
| System: | PORN STAR | STD Immunity | LVL MAX | |
| Level: | 50 | Roleplaying | LVL MAX | |
| Experience | 138,813/435,000 | 0+% | Prop Manifestation | LVL MAX |
| Title: | Lawful Good (10) | Relationship Screen | LVL 12 | |
| Guild: | Community | Ahegao | LVL 10 | |
| Syscos: | 4,188 | Survival | LVL 19 | |
| Tracking | LVL 20 | |||
| HP: | 210 | /210 (9) | Brawling | LVL 19 |
| MP: | 135 | /135 | Policing | LVL 10 |
| Battleshout | LVL 18 | |||
| Stats: | 0 | Intimidation | LVL 23 | |
| Strength: | 70 | Powerstrike | LVL 23 | |
| Dexterity: | 59 | Justice | LVL 17 | |
| Endurance: | 70 | Regal Presence | LVL 9 | |
| Agility: | 60 | Battle Instincts | LVL 20 | |
| Wisdom: | 45 | Weapon Throw | LVL 19 | |
| Intelligence: | 45 | Gun Fighting | LVL 9 | |
| Luck: | 45 | Full Body Control | LVL MAX | |
| Charm: | 40 | Mesmerizing Gaze | LVL 15 | |
| Healing Touch | LVL 19 | |||
| Custom Stats: | Smooth Talker | LVL 7 | ||
| Dick Length | 9 Inches | Mana Sight | LVL 28 | |
| Dick Diameter | 2 Inches | Revenge | LVL 26 | |
| Fertility | Off | Role Immersion | LVL MAX | |
| Pheromones | 20 | Mana Sense | LVL 21 | |
| Libido | 10 | Share the Love | LVL 7 | |
| Height | 6'-5" | Cleanliness | LVL 17 | |
| Dragon Palm | LVL 10 | |||
| Sex Bomb | LVL 15 | |||
| Coupling Mana | LVL 4 | |||
| Orgy Control | LVL MAX | |||
| Empower | LVL 7 | |||
| Casanova | LVL 9 |
Everything was back to normal. He used ID on the Abomination.
*Wesrall Abomination*
Level 25
Asher wanted to laugh. This thing most likely wasn’t worth any experience to him. The monster was the same level as the Boss level he fought in South Korea. Now it was like facing any other foe. Pouring Judgment into his sword it glowed with mana. He sliced through the Abomination like butter. Surprisingly he did get experience from it. He guessed because it was a boss. A whole 2,000 experience points. He would just have to kill another 150 to level.
He grabbed the Mana Heart as the bosses sides dropped to the muddy ground. It was the size of a fist, but still worth something he was sure. Looking around he noticed that all the Wesrall Undead were low level. He pulled up his Guild Conference quest. They only had 140 days till the Conference. His mind had been locked away for almost 12 days. Undead closing in around him he cast a Physical heavy Sex Bomb. His yowl echoed from within the packed street as they dropped to the floor. He had all the memories of this world’s Asher Whitmore. He doubted Asher had been his real name, but he did believe the man had existed once long ago.
The city was sectioned off by large streets. This street was over a quarter mile wide. Booths and alive people had once littered the streets. The Gone caused the districts to have to defend themselves. Already 2 districts had been lost. They were both heavy population areas. Now their citizens were dead and trying to kill the living ones.
Asher let out a long sigh as the Gone got up. They had taken a little damage from the skill, but not enough to die…or die again at least. He thought about the state of the city. There was a class system set in place, and those at the bottom paid the price. This Asher was very far down the bottom. His mind raced trying to figure out what to do.
His people were somewhere on this planet. Most were probably stuck in the Roleplay as he had been. He needed to find them and break them out of it. That was priority numero uno. The other priorities were killing zombies, figuring out the theme of the Trial, and gaining some serious levels. Slapping his cheeks Ash knew there were 2 options in front of him.
Option 1 was to kick all the asses of those on top. This was a Pre-League world. So far back in the past that there was no Tutorial, no Champion, no explanations from the System. Just a hey, now you can use mana. He breathed in heavily. The world was a lower Tier I. Maybe this was before the System upgraded planets as well.
Option 2 was to pretend to be a grunt. He could maybe move around more easily since he guessed he was a higher level than everyone. Asher wouldn’t put up with the shit this Asher Whitmore did. But he thought this was the better option.
Movement catching his eye he noticed a face staring at him from the top of the large wall. “The Abomination is dead,” he announced loudly. The face moved and was soon yelling down to the people on the other side. Slowly the thick gate began to rise again. Asher stood at the center, and as it became tall enough he stepped back through.
Hundreds of eyes stared at him as he confidently stopped in front of them. A quick ID he noticed the highest level among them was level 22. The prince himself. “What?” He asked with a smile as he accepted the inraptured gazes of those the past Asher hated with all his heart.
