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Warning: Language. Logic.
Au. Hello guys, This is a rewrite as I noticed that the first one was a really badly written and a shitty novel (And this is probably still is.). And I hope that this one is better and a much more realistic one. At a slower pace too, so there is no plot hole, that I know of, or any weird OP shit happening. Thank you so much for Innieminnie for pointing it out and giving me a really good review of my unrealistic novel that got too many plot holes.
Hope you guys have a great day!
Also, I fix the stats and how the level will work in the future. There will not be much of a battle scene as I am bad at that, and I am now sleep-deprived and I want to sleep, but at the same time, I want to write.
***EDITED***
I did get help from my sister to be my Editor for this as once again, English is not my 1st language,
. . .
"Arghh.." I moan as I feel my aching bones and the soreness in my body. Opening my eyes I see all dark, "Huh?" I mumble as I watch my surroundings.
Adjusting my pupils to this darkness I finally see what is surrounding me, a small room filled with many cobwebs on a cracked wall.
"What in the-?" I instantly look at my hand, no no. This is not my hand. This hand is too small for me. Did I just shrink? This hand size reminds me of when I was younger at around 11 to 10 years old, based on the size of my hand. I was living in a normal-looking house.
This concludes that I have indeed been kidnapped and somehow managed to get experimented on which is the reason why my hands and body are small!
Looking around, I then tried to find any clues to where I am at. The 'bed' I am currently sleeping on is just cardboard. The clothes that I am wearing look unhygienic. I can even smell my own disgusting stench from my body, concluding that I haven't washed my body in so long.
The room that I am in appears small and nothing decorates it beside a cart filled with clothes and more card boxes, and a shagged looking backpack.
Wait a minute, this is no kidnapping.
My hair is not blonde!
"Hm, did I transfer into an alternate universe? Or wake up in the wrong body? Did I manage to die? Knowing that I am a female and a homeless person. There is a great chance that I can get raped! And sleeping with these kinds of clothes? I am basically inviting those pedophile rapists!" I whispered frantically as I tried to put my brain all together on the possibilities of why I am actually here.
"But then, why am I actually here anyway? If I'm not wrong, I was-" I was then cut off by a stinging pain in my head.
"Arghh" I then scream out as the pain in my head and brain increases by the second.
Flashes and a bunch of weird memories were shoved into the tiny brain of this body of mine.
Wow.
So her name is Rose, huh, Wait, I think it was supposed to be MY name?
Yea, My name is Rose McKenna. I am 10 years old, and I started living at the orphanage from a young age.
But it was not all sunshine and daisies in there, I had my 'freak' accident when I was 4 years old.
Big bully Rick thought it was funny to keep punching me as I made 'weird' sounds while I screamed out for help. I don't know, nor do I want to know why he thinks like that, But his hand soon was cut up out of nowhere.
And after that, The blonde girl who is being another bully toward me 'Accidentally' fell from the stairs and snapped her leg and became disabled from it.
The orphanage I was at think that I was controlled by the devil, they then contacted the church and when the church got a hold of the pieces of information that I was a little freak, they began to try exorcizing me.
From forcing holy water into my mouth and salt in my eyes to then carving a cross into my skin. Saying that the devil needs to learn that Jesus is always watching. Which is creepy if you ask me,
Then they tied me to a chair with a circle and many weird squiggly lines around it and I was in the middle of it. Sad to say, They tried to burn me, the holy fire they said.
What bullshit.
I was only 6 years old, and they want to burn me for something that I couldn't control?
Ha.
And at 7, I snapped. I tried to leave by wishing the chain that tied my legs to the ground away. And it did.
Then I started to wish to be gone from that, that, demonic place. Ironic to say, as I was shackled into the lowest basement of the church.
But it never happened.
So I then start wishing to Satan, or whatever Devil that I can manage to be in contact with, to free me from this demonic place called a church.
At first, nothing happened, then a cracked sound stung my ear. And that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The sight of the outdoors.
It's been years-3 or 4 to be precise- since I have seen the outdoors. I was captured and locked into the basement.
Devil doesn't need freedom they said.
Devil can't feel pain, they said.
Huh, I wonder.
Am I really a Devil?
Though, the kids that were found by the police after the incident did say that I am the spawn of one.
*Ping!*
A ringing sound then woke me up from my flashback, looking up I saw a blue rectangular hologram with words written on it.
Name: Rose McKenna
Age: 10
Title: Little Devil
Hp: 50
Mp: 60
Level: 2 [ 24 / 100 ]
STR: 2
END: 3
DEF: 3
INT: 5
WIS: 2
CHA: -5
LUK: 0
SP: 15
Money: £ 0
Trait: [ Gamer Mind ] , [ Gamer Body ]
Eh, Is this? Ah.
Wait, Gamer Mind? What does it do? I Wonder.
At that, I then press the box.
[ Gamer Mind ]
It allows the user to calmly and logically think things through. Allows a peaceful state of mind. Immunity to a psychological status effect.
Ah. No wonder I didn't manage to feel anything right now. It is because the Gamer Mind is working. Wait, Does this mean the Gamer Mind is a passive skill? Oh. I will be emotionless then.
Maybe that shitty priest was right, after all, Devils don't have feelings. Nor deserve to have any, *Scoff*. Yeah right.
And what about the Gamer Body?
[ Gamer Body ]
Grants a body that allows the user to live in the real world like a game. After sleeping in a bed, she restores HP, MP, and all status effects.
Oh, so basically I will be living like the game character I used to play when I was on the real earth? Well then. That's nice to know that I can just heal by sleeping on cardboard.
Standing up, I dust myself off.
"Maybe I need to go outside and look for something I can actually do. Something productive, like getting money to buy clothes. Or a blanket, as I don't have one. And I'm pretty sure the cardboard cannot even be compared with a blanket anyway." I then mumble, Looking at the trash looking dump beside me, I then search for some wearable clothes.
"I think this will be fine," I mumble, looking at the plain black color clothes I have in my hand, I put it on. "My shoes and my jeans look passable," I shrug
walking out from the abandoned building that I call my home, I then suddenly encounter something that I was not expecting.
Ping!
[ Enter the dungeon? ]
[ Y / N ]
Oh god. You know what? It's not going to hurt just to try the dungeon right? After all. I did get the Gamer body.
. . .
Just from a quick glance at the zombies, I didn't know how to kill them. Then I tried to strategize it in my tiny brain. I need to separate the group and manage to lure only one zombie.
After a while of hiding from the shadow, I managed to learn a skill called [ Hiding ]. It's basically like sneaking. But the downside is that it's only level 1, which means I have such a great percentage of getting caught.
Looking around, I found one Zombie that is currently wandering around on its own.
Gripping hard on the brick that I found at the side of the road, I slowly walked toward its way without making a loud move. I held my breath as I walked toward it, It was a hard one, but somehow I managed it.
Not only that, I thought that by not breathing, the percentage of not getting caught by the zombies would increase.
I swung the rock onto the head as strong as I could, the Zombie then let out a growl and looked my way. Ignoring the feeling of my heart sinking as it filled with fear, I kept bashing the brick into the head of the zombie.
[ Zombie ]
[ Lv. 3 ]
[ Hp: 12 / 20 Mp: - ]
"Oh, Lord. Wait, no, Oh Satan! please give me power!" I mumbled under my breath. Pushing more strength onto the brick, suddenly a glowing blue light surrounded the brick and the zombie died.
-15 Mp
Skill created,
Create a Name for the Skill?
"What the- What skill?" I whisper as I watch the body of the Zombie dissolve into blue particles. Looking at the 'Loot' I got, I then raise my brow at it.
[ Auto Loot ]
User gain - [ 1 shattered power rock ], [ 1 guts of zombie ] , [ Tattered robe ] , [ £ 2 ]
"Alright, So. Uh, what is the shredded guts of the zombie for? And a tattered robe? More free cloth for me I guess. Money? I can earn money from doing this? Nice, can finally eat. But with only 2, what can I even buy anyway? Candy? I am hungry for real food. Not a snack," I grumble, but then again. If I manage to kill more zombies, I may eat normal food.
I sigh, "Wait, the skill.." I then remember the blue rectangular shaped hologram is still not gone yet.
"Uh, I'm guessing that blue glowing thing is a skill? it takes Mp from me... Hm, Name the skill. Bash?" I shrugged, as the pinging ringed in my ears, I apparently now have 2 useful skills.
"Wait, with Bashing I might kill zombies faster!" I said with enthusiasm, "Wait, I remember I have unallocated points! Why don't I try to use that to my Strength and my uh, Intelligence?" I then start thinking.
The Intelligence, if I'm not wrong, can increase your Mp points, and the Strength usually increases your Hp points. I mean, most of the Rpg and MMORPG are using that kind of build anyway.
"Hm, so I have 15 of them. Maybe 5 to each? Oh.. I have 5 more I see. Uh, I think I need to put it in my cha. Wait. No, being beautiful is not what you want in the current weak state of this body. I can get raped or even sold to some weird dude. I think being ugly is good enough for now." I shudder, I think I read too many dark novels that's why I have this dark thinking.
"Uh, I should put 2 on my Defense and 2 on my Endurance. As I need Defense just in case the zombie starts to attack me back. And Endurance for me to run from the monster that I barely can fight back." I start to locate the points on each of the two. I was left with only 1 point.
"Eh, I think I need to put it on Wisdom then." I then said as I shrug. After finishing locating my point, I then look at my own stats.
Name: Rose McKenna
Age: 10
Title: Little Devil
Hp: 175
Mp: 67 / 80
Level: 2 [ 46 / 100 ]
STR: 7
END: 5
DEF: 5
INT: 10
WIS: 3
CHA: -5
LUK: 0
SP: 0
Money: £ 2
Trait: [ Gamer Mind ] , [ Gamer Body ]
Skill: [ Hiding ] , [ Bash ]
"Hm, I think I was right," I said as I look at my new health and my mana. Then I notice that I regenerated the mana is too slow. For my taste anyway.
. . .
In the end, I manage to kill 6 zombies and was forced to get out from the dungeons as I was too scared from the horde of zombies that are spawning at random times.
I managed to level up 2 times in there by just killing the zombies. For each zombie, I noticed that they are giving me 25 points, an exp percentage. The zombie can also give me various amounts of money, from 1 to the highest, which is 4.
I now have 16 on me, grinning happily, I walk out of the building. From the side of my eyes, I can see that another group of 'gang' members just formed. How did I know? Those idiots are huddling up together and have been watching everyone that potentially has money on them.
Their eyes then landed on me. Fuck.
"The fuck you want?!" I harshly said since I knew in this neighborhood or in this slum, whoever shows a little submissive or weak-looking side, will perish in no time.
"Heh, Look at that. It's Homeless Rose, hey, We heard from some little birdy that you were once a rich kid that is running away right? Why don't you spare some money to poor us," He then smirks with malice, as his 2 other buddies grin from side to side.
"Fuck you, I'm not afraid of you. We both know I could kick your ass into the ground. And by the way, That's a nice baseball bat." I answer, with a sneer of course.
"Tch, what can you ever do kid? Scream and curse at us? Useless bitch," He then said as he gestures his buddy to move.
I then pull the brick from my backpack, to others it seems like it is placed on my backpack even though it is from my inventory, I then activate bash on them as I keep hitting them in random spots.
- 3 Hp
- 5 Hp
- 4 Hp received
- 3 Hp
- 6 Hp received
-4 Hp received
- Crit DMG!
-Crit Hit received!
Oh, yea, I didn't forget about men down there either. Since that is where the ultimate weakness is placed.
- Crit DMG!
- Crit DMG!
[ Normal Hoodlum ] x3
[ 3 / 20 ] x3
"Fuck, We're sorry! We're sorry! Spare us, man! We just want to eat!" The guy then begged as his face bled and bruised from the brick, I let out a sneer as I took his baseball bat.
It's made of steel, Nice.
From beating the Normal Hoodlum, User gain - [ Baseball Bat ], [ Normal Jeans ], [ Black Hoodie ], [ £ 4 ]
"Oh, nice. It works in real life too.." I mutter to myself as I watch the item from my inventory. As I look at my exp points, from only 1 out of 100, it is now 37 out of 100!
It seems that it is too easy to level up. But I know this kind of game, Easy to level up when you first start at a low level, but it will be harder when it reaches a certain level. Which sucks.
But hey! I got 20 on my account this time, wait. I want to be more greedy, Maybe I can do what this guy does! Stealing or Beating people for money doesn't seem too hard.
I know it's bad. But my nickname is Delinquent anyway.
Wait, The school I am placed at is mostly populated by spoiled kids. So they may have money on them... I probably will be in trouble with the principal and the teacher if they found out, But what can they do anyway?
Nothing!
Wait. no, I can be placed in jail for juvenile kids. Uh, You know what, I will just lightly beat them. Yeah. I mean, I need money to eat anyway. And to survive too.
But first, I need to eat.
. . .
Looking at the burger in front of me, I let out a winning smile. I found that I was stuck in 1988. How did I know? The newspaper that I bought for 45 pence. The burger itself only cost me about 2 and 68 pence because of the tax. I actually bought a meal.
Apparently, the housing prices were booming and it will be harder to get a house. As if I can get a house anyway. With this child's body of mine, who in the right mind to sell a house to a kid, not only that. Where can I get that money anyway?
"Hm, this burger is so good," I then mumbled through bites. Enjoying the taste of real food and not random food from a trashcan, felt like tasting heaven itself. Or hell, as that shitty priest always said.
By the way, the currency is not even dollars! it's fucking Pounds