I Don't Own Percy Jackson

Time to live up to the insane part of the title, this one is... well, its a fight involving a crazy demigod who likes knives a bit to much, you get what you expect.


[Notice: Perk [Son of [?]]] has activated, all stats are now increased by 20%]

Oh, well, that's cool, I guess when you think about it, a fight to the death, is certainly something that has a winner to it, it's called blood sport for a reason, so it counts... Now then, onto more important things.

"Try to not die, I'm going to go into the book section, if you need help, show up there I guess" Bryja gave me a hard look.

"You leaving us brat?"

"Duh, I'm going to die if I fight anyone one on one, and you said we all would be targeted if they see us together, so I'm going to try and keep that from happening, now shoo!" I waved her off, she let out a harsh growl at that, before just marching ahead, barking at Jor to be useful as I slipped out and moved around the room before getting into the book section.

Normally I'd be running for the hills right about now to be honest, because, well, I couldn't kill a titan if I got killed here, and I do believe I've mentioned how little I want to die at least once or twice at this point, and this entire situation seemed like a lovely way to have a death wish... But as it stood, this was also an amazing chance for something, after all, what other time soon, before I get to camp, where I'll be safe anyways, will I have a chance to get some exp while also having teammates to back me up?

Well, going by my luck, it could happen, or something worse could happen, or maybe I'd fall into a landfill full of gold, I still have no idea how this is working to be honest. I really wish I was a bigger nerd in my past life, then I'd actually know more than the very basics of the minor gods, all of which information I got from a children's book series.

Anyways, the building was shaking a bit which was very worrying, as I moved over to the nearest all bookshelf, and then proceeded to climb up the side, trying to not knock any books over and failing pretty badly, but I managed, before with a small hop, landing on the next shelf over before laying down on my stomach, two knives in hand, as I lightly wondered how long it'd take.

[Notice: +1 Intelligence; For the plan you have, but you're going to get yourself killed]

Eh, you worry to much, it'll be fine.

Wait, question? If I die do you die? Or are you, like, returned to the great game in the sky?

Hello?... Hellllloooo?

Hmm, did I just give my System a existential crisis?

Neat.

Bang!

My eyes snapped up, thoughts on the matter long gone, as I watched as two figures in the dim lightly crashed through the door into the section I was in, they were about ten feet away when I shifted myself up a bit as I looked down at them... I didn't recognize either, both garbed in dark greens covering most of their features, as they struggled to get a hold on the other while rolling in my direction.

it was like watching to very aggressive caterpillars trying to hate fuck. It was gross, weird, and a lot of fluids were involved, thankfully said fluids was just a bunch of blood, but still, kind of gross. I think it was the one on the right who was stabbed, and the one of the left was just not strong enough to get out of the grapple, even with the stab victim being the one holding them down, so the one of the left was just trying to bleed them out.

it would be clever... If I wasn't here, as I just got up, barley onto my feet, before doing the only logical thing possible.

I jumped right straight down the two pair, my knives up in a reserve grip, and the second I landed, all the force of my fall went into them as both blades plunged right into them. Both yelled out in pain, well, one tried, I think I hit something pretty important in the other, the already stabbed one, or maybe I did enough to put them in shock or whatever.

I didn't get more time to think about it, as a foot shot up, and managed to kick me straight in the chest, shooting me back hard enough that I landed on my back a solid five feet away with a harsh thud as pain shot through and laced up my body as I gasped in sudden on set agony.

[Notice: Status Effect [Broken Ribs] has been applied, -5 Stamina]

Ugh, that sucked... Rolling onto my hands and knees, before getting up onto my feet, I looked up and noted that my stake knife was sticking awkwardly out of the man's side.

He looked pissed, and... just ripped my knife out and started to stalk at me with a blade in his other hand, it was long, proper sword... Shit. my eyes shot to the one on the ground, where I kind of lost my Bone Steel knife, his chest was still moving up and down... very slowly... Right, time to get going then.

"I don't suppose we can talk about this?" He charged and I yelped as he moved almost faster than I could keep track of him, the way his body seemed to blur into motion was terrifying. I managed to just barely spin in time as the sword came down in a long slashing arc of the blast, as I felt the way the sword sliced through my massive jacket that made him think my body was bigger than it was, an inch closer and my side would have been spilt open.

Leaping forwards at the body as the man whirled around, every inch of my body felt like it was on fire as adrenaline surge through my veins hard enough to burn, as I just barely managed to grab onto the Bone Steel weapon, and with a rip and pull, yanked it out, in the same turn, killing the man, as I spun around and prayed, as I brought up my blade from where I was practically laying on the ground, to try and block the in-coming strike from the man that was basically already over me, sword above his head, ready to strike.

My gamble paid off.

[Notice: +3500 Exp for killing a much higher level combatant]

[Notice: You have leveled up five times!]

[Notice: You have gained ten level, Son of [?] has activated; +10 to Strength and Dex, +5 to all other stats]

Spend points now please!

[Notice: You have used fifteen points on both Strength and Dexterity]

I didn't have time to think past that, as my entire body felt like it was being super charged as my blade shot up, held in both my hands, at a speed that my eyes could barely keep up with as it clashed at a horrible angle with the other's blade, as I gritted my teeth as my hands were slowly pressed back, into my chest, the angle was nearly impossible to get as much force out as he could from being over me.

Soon I let out a long hissing sound as the tip of my knife was pressed hard enough to my chest that it had stabbed lightly into my chest, as the sword's razor sharp edge was just in front of my eyes, if my knife lost it's grip on the sword's edge then the blade would slide right into my head.

The burning in my limbs got worse and worse, it was passing the point of pain to just an aching all encompassing feeling, like the muscles in my arms had already been ripped apart too far to tear anymore, but they were still trying anyways, because if I didn't then my head would be split in two like a melon.

[Notice: Status Effect [Damaged Arms] has been applied, -5 Strength]

I yelped out as a grunt of a choked down scream tried to pull from my lips as my own blade dug deeper into my chest as my arms finally began to take to much damage to withstand the force. The Bone Steel metal burning and making my blood feel like it was boiling, it was made to kill supernatural beings, and I was about as up there as you can get.

[Notice: Status Effect [Bleeding] has been applied, -1 Stamina for every minute untreated]

It was near panic inducing, no, it was well past that, it was terrifying in a way that I hadn't expected, and it wasn't for the reason I thought, I wasn't scared of dying, I didn't want to die, but what I was even more scared of... no what I hated the idea of was that I was going to lose. The thought of that was suddenly caught as the burning finally reached my head, and suddenly it was like I could breath, even as my body burned and ached, and I was an inch from death-

I looked right into the eyes of the man in front of me, his arms bulging with his own effort, and I grinned.

One of my hands, which had been in a death clutch on the handle of my blade, let go, shooting off to the side as I let out a faint roar of one last shot of adrenaline as I managed, just for a single moment, to hold the two handed sword with one, before my left hand, snaked out, grabbed onto the stake knife that this man had tossed nearby, before shooting up with the knife, and stabbed it straight through both the man's wrists.

He screamed and pulled back as I laughed, cause I had won, before rolling onto my feet, my entire body hurting, but that was easy to ignore when I had something to do after all!, with my other hand still armed with Bone Steel, and the man's hands being a bit... stuck together, I shot forwards as he just managed to pull his arms apart with a faint grunt of agony, but it was to late. He had seen how fast I could move before, and didn't think it had gotten any better.

To bad for him it has gotten over thirty points better with my Son of Perk, before he could hope to get his hands up to defend himself, the blade found itself in his chest as I crashed into him, my body weight wedging the knife in as we fell onto the floor, the situation now reversed as he tried to pull me away, but it was away to late.

[Notice: +1500 Exp for killing a higher level combatant]

[Notice: You have leveled up 2 times!]

I won! I let out a short huffing laugh before rolling onto my back and then, slowly let out a long painful groan as the pain finally caught up with me now that I didn't have anything to avoid... Fuck, oh fuck my everything hurts!

I let out a long groan before blinking in mild delirium from the pain as a few new screens showed up in front of me.

[Notice: +2 Strength, +4 Constitution, +1 Wisdom; Ok, I can admit it, that's was pretty badass]

[Accomplishment: Mortal Combat!: Completed!
You've fought for your life, and you managed to pull it off, sure your opponents were underestimating you, and were already greatly injured and exhausted already, and you had to sneak attack them to stand a chance, and you still nearly killed like, three times over, but you managed to do it!

+1000 Exp for your first kill
+1500 Exp for every kill after within the same battle

Skill [Short Blade Mastery] Unlocked!
Skill [Trade Off] Unlocked!
Skill [Pain Tolerance] Unlocked!]

[Notice: You have gained 2 times!]

[Notice: Skill [Short Blade Mastery] has been boosted by Son of [?] and has gained three levels]
[Notice: Skill [Trade Off] has been boosted by Son of [?] and has gained two levels]
[Notice: Skill [Pain Tolerance] has been boosted by Son of [?] and has gained one level]

Ah... that's nice. I'll... look at that later when my everything doesn't hurt like hell.

The room shook a few times from whatever the hell was happening in the other room, as I slowly managed to get to my feet and started to pat down the two men's bodies, trying to see if I could find anything of use. Though started off my using one of my knives, after I collected both and wiped them off, to cut a long stretch of cloth off from one of their outfits and used it as a bandage as best I could to stim the bleeding since the Bleeding effect was still active.

Afterwards I started looking once it told me it had been treated.

I came out of it ahead all things considered, which was good, nice I basically broke my body to manage to kill the two of them. I found two small bags filled with some really shine red coins that I'll look into later, but they seemed expensive so I took them all the same. Both had weapons, or at least they must have, but one lost his on the way, and the other's sword was a bit... meh, I mean, it was cool and all... but the thing was nearly as tall as I was, and while I could probably swing it around without to much issue, that doesn't mean I can use the thing as effectively as I'd like, or even hope to be able to carry it around without someone wondering what it was... Well the mist would probably sort that out, hopefully... since there was a chance it would just appear to someone as a chainsaw or something equally dangerous for a twelve year old to be carrying around, besides it seemed like a big hassle more than it was worth in the end, so I left it alone.

I found some normal cash as well, it wasn't much, but enough to nab all the same, and one last item that I particularly liked. After a while I also pulled off one of their green cloaks, it was basic, but running my fingers over it, the thing was a lot thicker than it looked, wouldn't be great against piercing attacks, but it might just hold up against a slash or two, it explained why it was such a pain to cut some out to tie my wound up.

I had to roll it up a bit, and work at getting rid of the excess since, well, it was way more than massive on me as is, but I managed something, it more looked like a badly made poncho that was a size to big for me, but it was comfortable, more than it looked, so I just moved on with my day after that. The shaking of the building and the sounds of combat had ended a while ago, so I was pleasantly surprised when the door burst open as the limping form of a injured and cut up Bryja came in, being held up by Jor, who had a nasty cute across one of his cheeks which seemed to be dripping green blood.

The lights had been cut on for a while, since, well, if there was anything that was going to get the police called here, it wasn't going to be the lights anymore, so there was no a point to not have them on, so they saw me, sitting on the ground a little ways away from the two dead bodies, when I waved at them.

Jor just looked a bit sick, Bryja instead just grinned, her eyes just bordering on feral as she said.

"Hey! I was wondering where those two had gone off to! Nice job Nick, good to see you aren't completely useless, though you look more fucked up than I do!"

"I'm twelve and figured out I was a demigod, like, barely over two days ago, I think I'm doing pretty well" She paused at that before giving me a look before just rolling her eyes, I don't think she cared enough to try and find out if that was a joke or not, Jor just went pale, probably wondering just what was wrong with me that a twelve year old with two days experience managed to kill two grown and trained supernatural men.

It was a pretty funny look to be honest.

"Well, thanks for the help kid, but we need to get outta here before the police show up" I just hummed before nodding as I slowly managed to get up onto my feet before saying.

"So I guess this is where we part ways?" She just shrugged, before thinking about something apparently for a long second, before pulling out a small ring before tossing it at me, before saying.

"Listen, you did me a solid and us Norse don't let deeds go without reward, I'm going to be busy for a while, but if you need anything, or want to scary Jor on occasion, you can use that. Just heat it up, like, put it on a fire and it'll get in touch with us" I just blinked before asking.

"How's that work?" She just sighed before looking around for a moment, clearly trying to remember it all properly.

"It's, like, a long story, when Baldr died, Hermoor, a God of messages, went to Hel to try and bring him back, she said only if everything wept for him, so Baldr gave Hermoor the ring of Draupnir, something his body had been burned with, which cab replicate itself eight times every ninth day, and gave it to Odin. After that, Odin gave the ring the blessing of messages so that all that came from it after would have the ability to spread a message when burned like Baldr had been. More happened but that's the idea, and since that happened thousands of years ago... those things are honestly kind of really easy to get, but they can only work once every nine days because of the original rings power, so, keep that in mind. Now let's get out of here!"

She seemed eager to I let her head off as I looked at the golden ring that was crafted to a frankly astonishing level of detail carved into it in the appearance of what must have been Nordic runes, it felt weird, had a strange... energy to it, but it was a magic artifact, which was awesome, so I wasn't going to complain. So I just slipped it on my finger and then moved to look at the stack of books for a long moment, before pulling out the last item I had found on the two...

A flint and steel. I've been betrayed by this place, and I was going to have my revenge, and there was nothing that was going to stop me now.

So with a grin, I moved forwards, and wondered, briefly, to myself, about who would get here first, the police or the firemen?


[Accomplishment: Petty Arson!: Completed!
Hard focus on the 'Petty' in Petty Arson, I seriously can't believe I have to reward you for doing this, but you did do a special event so... Ugh.

+750 Exp]

I hobbled on out of the library faster than the flames could spread and found myself at a shitty motel, unsurprisingly I felt like garbage, so I managed to get the woman who was clearly not paid enough to worry about a kid renting a room, just gave me a key card and left me to my own devices. I passed out around the same time I had hit the bed, the only reason it wasn't instant was because I had multiple broke ribs and flopping face first into a shitty brick solid mattress wasn't my best idea.

Waking up the next morning though, I felt right as rain, since it's obvious that something as simple as multiple shattered bones and most of the muscles in my arms ripped to shreds would only be minor status effects, and as such could be cured with just a nights rest with my Gamer's Body. So that means all my stats were back up as high as they normally were, and that was saying something, I was fucking jacked now!

Like, seriously, I went from seven Strength and Dexterity to both being over thirty. It was no wonder my entire body felt like smooth ingredients right after the blender was turned on, I was to strong for my body to handle, every move I made in that fight was to much force for my arms to take, so they basically destroyed themselves to keep up with my Strength. I'll have to work on that.

Another issue is, at one point I moved faster than even I could react at, my Perception is high enough, with the bonuses it gest as well, to keep track of my surroundings, but my Intelligence isn't high enough to think fast enough to make use of that information and make plans and actions for it. Clearly that all my stats are a lot more important than I thought, which isn't to surprisingly but a bit annoying as well.

Oh, and speaking of things that destroy my body, I looked over those new skills I got last night after I woke up, and one was pretty interesting.

[Short Blade Mastery] Level: 4
The skill to show your mastery over short bladed weaponry, such as knives and daggers
+4% increase in handling and dealing damage with short bladed weapons when the skill is in use
Cost: 20 Stamina per minute

[Trade Off] Level: 3
You want to win, so you're going to win, no matter the cost it takes on you.
You can actively trade your stamina for very minor boosts in your stats and skills.
Cost: Varies per minute based on how much of a boost the user wants
[Notice: If you do not have enough Stamina to fulfill the requirement, the skill will apply a Status Effect of equal trade for the increase in ability]

[Pain Tolerance] Level: 2
Your ability to take pain and keep on moving, cause what doesn't kill you sure hurts like hell
1% decrease in pain taken
[Notice: This does not mean you are taking less damage you just don't feel it in it's full effect]
[Notice: Your Constitution stat counts as a phantom modifier, for every ten points of Constitution, [Pain Tolerance] acts as if it is one level higher than presented here]

The main thing to notice is the Trade Off Skill, the other two were very self explanatory, but Trade Off? I think I got the skill in the middle of the fight, and that's what that burning was, I was literally flooding my body with every ounce of adrenaline I could produce all at once so I could keep up with that guy. Crazy right? I tested it out, using the skill just to see, and it was like I thought, using it made my entire body feel like it was heating up, if I used a lot of Stamina I had no question that it would make me feel like I was burning with energy like I had last night.

Don't get me wrong, it was a great skill, it saved my life last night no doubt about it, it gave my mind the clarity I needed to be able to think of getting my other knife, but it was a bit dangerous as well. I mean, could literally kill myself with that skill if I wasn't careful about just how much of a boost I wanted, I might, like, stop my heart or something on accidently from trying to make my body do too much at once.

Anyways, I headed off not too long after that, after all there wasn't much reason to stick around any longer, so with that I went on out, moving to head on back to the bus station to catch another ride, after getting something along the way. Saw a newspaper as well, talking about the fire, that was pretty cool, didn't read it, cause... words, but there was a picture and I was pretty proud of my accomplishments to be honest.

I got a favor I can call in from a literal magic item tracker, got a blessed weapon to kill monsters with, got, like, super strong in just an hour's time, and managed to get a pretty solid clue about my parentage.

I mean, I don't know much about the gods, I've mentioned that, but there was a theme going on here, with my new skill Trade Off, and my own... opinions on the matter, it was clear that I really like winning, no matter what, and every time I seem to get in any form of competition or event when someone is on the other side of me, I usually come out much better off than I should, while for everything else that can't be like that, true random luck, like what a person has in their pockets, or the chances I'd get dropped off in the only town in the States that would be the sight of a Norse show down, with me caught in the middle, then my luck sucks, which only makes sense, cause my Luck stat is currently still at a negative three.

So, I do have some kind of passive Luck power, when I'm in some sort of fight or competitive environment, I do better, it's literally apart of the perk I have, and I love winning, and I have incredible passive luck when I'm in these situations... So, clearly that's a pretty big hint to my god parent... It really was to bad that I had absolutely no idea just what minor god that could be, since I didn't learn about any competition gods in my book reading last night, and then proceeded to burn the rest of them, the reading had been a pretty big waste of time.

But at least now I do have a domain of influence that I can look into now, so that's something pretty cool.

Handy to know, and especially to have, it was certainly better than getting a minor god of, like, wind or some small river or something. I'd look like a knock off big three kid.

Anyways, I got on a bus, and within the next three hours I was out of the state, it was... fine, a bit boring, but I did make a friend! He was a stripper apparently, down on his luck since, well, 2006, but apparently there might be some jobs for him in the same direction I'm heading, so we talked for a bit, it was fun.

He taught me how to player poker, though apparently I didn't need to learn since I got something called 'pocket aces' three times in a row, which is apparently statically near impossible or whatever. He gave up actually playing against me after that, since I kind of won all the snacks we had been using in replace for cash, and instead just told me the rules and the winning hands and stuff, so if I ever had a midlife crisis and wanted to abuse my powers for evil, I'd know how to clear out a casino.

His words, though it did give me some ideas that I hadn't thought about before, considering, apparently I can't lose. Seriously, I've been trying for the rest of the bus ride, but no matter how many times Trevor, the name of the stripper, shuffled and dealt cards for another round, I never got anything lower than nine of a pair. I managed to get a solid six points in Luck from it before the system told me in a not so nice way that I could no longer gain Luck from meaningless events anymore.

I have to, like, actually win something for my luck to go up now, even though though I still had my super luck when I was against Trevor so it didn't really matter there, and since we stopped betting I just gave it a rest. Though, I was right about it really needing to be determined by just what I was doing, cause just doing some test shuffles without me actually playing against anyone, my luck tanked like a brick.

It was very informative to be honest, and something I was totally going to abuse in the future when I titan a kill... I mean kill a titan... Kill a titan with a titan? That'd be funny...

Anyways! In the end, the bus drove for basically the entire day, and I ended up getting off in Indiana, said good by to Trevor and swapped numbers with him. The idea of tossing my phone mostly out the window now, or at least until I got another one to use, since this one had the numbers already in them which was nice, though the amount of times I've gotten a call on this thing, having to explain that I wasn't the guy I took the phone from, and that I had in fact stolen it at knife point, was a bit tedious, but I guess that's just the price of getting free stuff.

Now then, time to see if I can find somewhere where I can bully someone into telling me about Greek mythology, there has to be at least one college campus in this state right?


Brutal chapter here in the start, cause... Well, Nick is a little psycho, and I'm seriously thinking about upping the rating of the story for this chapter alone, but don't worry, the people he killed are Norse and they have a nice afterlife if they get killed in battle, so it's probably fine! Well, it's fine if you ignore the arson... Anyways, yeah, Nick is getting closer to figuring out his god is, it isn't exactly a hard guess, let's be real, it's obvious, the only main thing was I was seeing if I could trick anyone by talking about the luck thing as a distraction, but there is a reason for that. But beyond that, really, the whole it being a secret thing isn't really... important I guess, like, it isn't made to be a secret for long, it's just Nick just hasn't had the time or patience to actually sit down and really work through all the clues, given, well, he's been alive at this point for about four days in total, and let's be honest, he's gotten a lot done in that time, he has a way of contacting a Norse Legacy and Elf, a gang of thugs, and now a stripper... Yeah that last one was because I put Hooker there, and then looked at it for a solid two seconds before deciding that was a bit but... so somehow stripper is better.

Anyways, yeah, that's where we are, next chapter or so and we'll be in Camp, which is good, cause then I can start making the chaos really begin to rain down, which will be hilarious. Anyways, See ya.