This is your one and only warning. The mc is a trash scumbag. Bullying, double standards, violence, character abuse, bashing, racism, and uncomfortable situations are ahead.
A tall slightly tan Russian man in his mid thirties sat in a mostly empty white room. He was a large man, with a mixture of overweight and muscular. He wore a black tshirt and blue Jean's. On his feet were timberland boots. He sat in a chair and his leg was cuffed to a pole that stuck up from the floor. His hands were resting atop the table.
Across from him was a overweight Irish man wearing a detective outfit from the state of New York.
The detective had a bright bushy red moustache and a short fuzzy head of hair. His pale skin was slightly sweaty.
He spoke up, his voice light but stressed. Most likely from being overworked. The regular questions he asked were responded with the Russian asking for a lawyer.
This went on for almost an hour before the detective left.
The Russian man was now on his own.
"I need to use the bathroom" the Russian man called out a few times.
A few moments later, a young smaller black male officer came in to uncuff his legs. As soon as he did so, the Russian man turned to the side and clenched his fist and swung at the officer's head while he was standing up.
Crack.
He hit the man's face sending him stumbling into the wall.
Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed the unsecured firearm holstered on the officer's waist and slammed his head into the officer's head, stunning him again. Luckily it was loaded. Taking off the safety and shooting the recovering officer in the head he cursed "Die pig".
Running out of the room, he shot the first officer he saw coming a white overweight man that looked unfit even for a cop, and the one behind him. However, he didn't have many bullets left, so he turned it on himself and shot himself in the head.
What he did not expect was to wake in a infinite white void, floated in the middle.
"What is this?" He asked out loud, spooked by the situation.
Then a robotic monotone voice spoke through the air.
" Ivan Petrov. Thief, bully, and felon. American living in the state of New York. Working in Brooklyn at a car lot selling used cars. Though your real profit comes from mugging tourists and selling drugs. Occasionally a woman gets kidnapped drugged and raped by your group, but that's more of an extra. Something to look forward to right?" The voice asked, stating the basic facts of his life.
"What of it?" Ivan asked, now rather angry.
"You are trash, but perfect for what I need. You have two choices. Go to hell or be reborn into another world and show discord there for me with a little gift. Make your choice" the voice demanded.
"You're demanding things from me, but won't even tell me your name? Suck my fat fucking dick you dumb bitch" Ivan cursed sticking his middle fingers up.
"Your acceptance has been recorded. Initiating scumbag system" the voice said before Ivan felt as if his body was on fire before blacking out.
Ivan woke to find himself sitting on the back of a wooden cart with his legs hanging off the end. Looking over himself, he was just as he was in his mid twenties. His short brown hair in a buzz cut and his dark green eyes squinting in the sun that shown down on him.
Turning to look at the cart, it was empty except for him. The driver was a large middle aged man who had a light complexion, short red hair and wore shoddy brown cloth clothes and boots.
Ivan was wearing a gray cloth shirt under a chest plate of heavy iron strapped around his back. His paldrons were firm iron and rather simple.
On his legs he wore black chaps with iron plates and leather boots tipped with iron plates. On his belt was a scabbard and sticking from it was a steel sword hilt. On the other side of his belt was a sheathed footlong dagger and coinpurse.
Looking past the driver, he saw large walls rise up from the ground around a massive city. A huge tower rising in the middle even higher than 'The motherland calls'.
"Sonofabitch" he cursed, turning back around.
Then right in front of his eyes a blue translucent box appeared. It was easily three feet wide and three tall.
[Scumbag System]
[0/100 Scumbag Points]
[Inventory unlocked]
[Quests unlocked]
[Please gain more Points to unlock full system functionality]
[You have one gift waiting for you]
[Open? Yes/No]
Ivan's eyes widened, this was just like the screen in one of those games his little brother played. He never cared much for them, but his little brother forced him to play with him in his free time.
"Yes" he said out loud.
Then a smaller blue text box appeared in front of him as the big one disappeared.
[For the user's convenience merely thinking is required for interacting with the System]
[Your welcome gift has been placed in your inventory. Think the word inventory while focusing on the system to access your inventory]
"This is going to take some time to get used to" Ivan said, thinking about the inventory and sure enough a blue box with smaller boxes inside it opened. A scroll bar on the side was visible. In the first three horizontal boxes were a symbol of a coin stack, a sword, and a shield.
Focusing on the sword, a simple menu opened up in front of him.
[Beginner's steel adventurer shortsword]
[Lv:1] [+0] [Not awakened]
[ 256 damage/ 500 Accuracy]
[A simple steel blade]
[Inflicts bleed upon critical hit dealing 2% of targeted enemies Hp every 3 seconds up to 20%. 60 second cooldown]
Ivan didn't know if it was a powerful weapon or trash, but decided to keep it. However, he certainly enjoyed guns much more than swords.
This was the start of his journey in a new world.