AN: Yeah, I'm going back a bit, but don't worry, I'm gonna sum things up in the next three chaps and we will be back to Orario. A bit of show and tell so to speak.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides my own content and my balls.

Chapter 1: The Past Part 1: Falling down the Rabbit Hole.

3 years ago.

"Be careful what you wish for, because you may just get it."

Those words had never been more prominent in my mind then the moment my life changed.

One moment a twenty year old college student with no idea what the hell I was doing with my life and wishing for my version of freedom, and the next moment a fifteen year old teen in the middle of a god forsaken desert.

How did this happen?

Well, I have no fucking idea.

How did I know my current age?

The weird floating status like screen to my side that I was dutifully ignoring as part of this weird trance.

Sitting on a dune under the bright rays of the sun and looking on at the vast ocean of sand, the majestic waves of a dry and harsh ocean without an end in sight, I was 100% sure I was under some kind of hallucinogenic drug that someone roofied me with or something.

I just sat there and decided to enjoy the view with a sort of peace and clarity that every guy gets during post-nut clarity.

I remember it feeling peaceful.

Quite beautiful and awe inspiring in a way.

I had never been to an honest to god sand filled desert before, and the sight was mesmerizing.

It took my breath away and I was just going to ride out my high until I woke up.

At least, that was my first plan, but no plan survives contact with the enemy, or in this case, life.

That plan died quicker than the ease in which I would throw away my desire to sleep while being in bed when a girl texted me at 2AM to come over even when I had class in five hours.

An honest to god giant centipede of all fucking things broke through the surface of the sand and stared at me with twitching pincers.

Like any good Samaritan, I nodded my head to the passerby and turned away to continue gazing at the view.

Very casual, no need for misreading the moment.

Then the centipede moved forward and I read the moment perfectly as I bolted like a teen at a party when someone yelled cops without a single ounce of hesitation.

I ran like my ass was on fire, which in hindsight it metaphorically was considering I was sitting on burning sand for the better part of ten minutes and ran for my life from a hissing giant centipede chasing me.

It was then I realized that perhaps this wasn't some kind of drug induced dream as I sure as hell felt it was incredibly realistic.

Right from the sounds and trembling of the ground from the monster behind me, to the way too realistic feel of practically running in place because sand is a bitch, and all the way to how terrified I was.

But in that fear was something else.

Something I realized as I ran.

A certain clarity.

I didn't want to die, but more than that, I didn't want to go down without fighting.

Even if all I did was scratch that monster, I wanted to prove something to myself.

It was a weird thing to realize while running for your life but it was there.

I saw my life flash before my eyes.

I had been an orphan, didn't have anyone I considered close, worked two jobs to try and make enough to do something with my life, survived the 'concrete jungle' of the streets, and even managed to get my ass into college, even if it was community college, I refused to just stand down and not fight for my own life.

But even with that, I was trapped.

I felt trapped by walls all around me. Metaphysical walls called society, peer pressure, and all that crap that keeps trying to drag you down like millions of hands in a dark void.

I found freedom, even momentarily, with fighting.

It was simple bullying in an orphanage at first that made me fight as a kid, then it was street fights to get out of worse bullying where no one can see you, and it eventually became underground fighting.

It was something, an easy way to make money, but I stopped that when a good natured Karate black belt offered me a chance to study under him.

Said I could do better with myself than fighting in cage rings and you know what? He was right.

Fuck the people that want to drag you down, I wanted to do something with my life, so I accepted the offer and trained under him in his dojo.

I worked two jobs to pay my bills but it was good work.

That didn't change the fact that I still lived in society and felt caged by it though.

I had a simple wish.

I wanted to be free.

I wanted to go somewhere where I could truly grasp my own life with my own hands. Not the lies of society and the endless wordplay you have to navigate.

I was just sitting on the sidewalk looking up at the night sky when I sighed and made a wish for a freedom for the umpteenth time.

Then there was a distant memory of the sound of *click* and *bang* before things went dark but, at least to me, it felt like seconds before I was blinking my eyes and finding myself in this weird new dream world of a desert.

So it was right then, as my life flashed before my eyes, that something seemed to shift.

The idea that this was a dream wasn't something I cared about anymore.

The idea that I could wake up and embarrass myself didn't matter.

Dream or not, this was reality to me, and I would prove something to myself.

Seeing an outcropping of rocks, I ran straight in with the monstrous centipede nipping at my heels and dove behind a boulder that was smashed apart in the next second.

But the monster's head overshot and kept going while I was laying beneath its long body passing over me.

I grabbed a sharp shard of stone that cut into my own hand and stabbed it up with all the force I could and watched as its own momentum caused the stone to tear open a gash the length of a third of its body.

It's blood and fluids drenched me and I wanted to gag but I ignored it to jump up and dive behind another rock as the monster screeched and came back again.

For the next hour, we played a game of deadly hide and seek as I used its own force against it to keep inflicting wounds.

But it's legs weren't blunted and I got some pretty nasty gashes over my body that I ignored in my adrenaline filled rush.

The two of us were bleeding mess's and panting, running on fumes.

It was crazy, it was insane, but I was laughing.

The adrenaline that pumped through me, the tight rope of life and death, the challenge that literally laid before me.

It was intoxicating.

I laughed at it all and as the monster eyed me with a weird look in its eyes that I somehow understood before we charged each other one final time.

I remember that moment.

I remember it clearer than most in my life.

I remember the sheer elation and joy.

I WAS FREE.

My life was in my own hands.

On the edge of life and death, the world melted away and I was clear of my desire.

I wanted to fight. I wanted to win.

I wanted to prove to myself that I had lived.

The Centipedes sharp pincers tore into my fragile body even as I charged forward and stabbed my sharp stones in its face.

We tumbled and brawled like wild and feral animals as we tore into each other with abandon.

And then in a moment of clarity where I saw an opening, I stabbed the stone into its eye. Not once, not twice, but over and over and over.

I laughed crazily and roared as I brought the stone down again and again and again.

Eventually the monsters movements stopped as I must have pierced the brain and yet I still kept stabbing for what must have been a minute or two more until the stone cracked and fell apart.

I roared to the sky and asserted my dominance and the elation of that moment would carry on for all my years of life.

It was only then, as I fell limply against the dead monster that I realized I was dying.

In an action that I would have never done if I didn't fully agree that this was reality, I tapped on the floating screen that never left the corner of my eyes.

[Falna:

Name: N/A

Alias: N/A

Age: 15

Level: 1

Familia: N/A

Stats:

Strength: I0 (150)

Endurance: I0 (150)

Dexterity: I0 (50)

Agility: I0 (100)

Magic: I0 (0)

Magic:

Skyrim: Restoration

Developmental Abilities:

Berserker: I (New)

Skills:

Auto Update.

Falna Editor.

End.]

I wasn't sure if I was delirious from blood loss or just super aware of the moment but I didn't question things.

My eyes fell over the page with a simple calm and focused on what was listed under 'Magic'.

Skyrim Restoration.

Orphan or not, I was still a guy and I played Skyrim.

It would be abnormal to find a guy from my generation who didn't play Elder Scrolls at some point.

Restoration was healing magic, and that's all I needed to know.

My finger hit the word for Restoration on the screen and all of a sudden, it felt like I was hit over the head with a sledgehammer as information poured in.

Three spells.

Novice Restoration spells, Healing, Diagnose and Lesser Ward.

The basic premise of how to use it, how to channel mana and activate them, entered my mind and I cast Healing without hesitation.

My hands glowed with a soft light and the faint sound of bells or chimes rang in my ear as I groaned at the feeling.

My head was pounding from the previous intrusion of a headache and my body was limply laying there on deaths door as my spell washed over me.

All I could consciously do was keep the spell going for as long as I could until eventually, after some portion of time passed, I blissfully fell into unconsciousness as the spell deactivated.

That was my first day, no, my first four hours in my new life, and it was the beginning of a life I always wished for.

Even if I never imagined it to come in the way it did.

*Line Break*

When I next came to it was to the sound of a strange hissing.

Crusty eyes cracked open to witness the sight of a car sized scorpion poking the dead centipede with a large pincer.

The thing was massive and I was feeling quite light headed at the moment so my first action wasn't the greatest in hindsight.

"What the fuck!?"

The giant scorpion reared back in surprise before it's eyes landed on me and before I could fully comprehend it, it's massive tail shot a jet of liquid at me.

Practically on instinct, my hand shot up and glowed as a distortion appeared right in front of me as I activated the Lesser Ward spell.

The liquid slammed into my ward and rather than really block it, it only managed to deflect it.

My luck finally seemed to have shined down at me since that deflected liquid hit a second scorpion that had been standing on the other side of the centipede.

It screeched in pain and hissed something loudly but I had no idea what was happening.

The second the attack passed, my mind had shot to alertness and I dropped the ward and rolled off the centipede before rolling under its corpse.

And not a second to soon as where I was standing had been physically smashed by the tail just before the two scorpions began fighting each other.

It seemed the two weren't allies and that was good for me.

I took that moment to get reacquainted with my current situation and my thoughts raced.

'I'm alive.'

My hands slapped over my body and confirmed that while I was still in pain, my body didn't have any open wounds at the very least.

'The Healing spell.'

I took a quick glance out of my hiding spot and spotted the two car sized scorpions going at it without focusing around themselves so I took a moment to get my situation under control.

'The status screen.'

A screen popped up just as I thought of it and the same status screen as before appeared before me.

'Is this some kind of system?'

My eyes narrowed in on the word 'Falna' and some old memories were pulled up.

'Danmachi. Isn't this the power of that world with the rabbit bitch kid?'

I was a moderate anime fan in my spare time and Danmachi was a not easily forgettable one for me. Not because I have some crazy memory but because it always pissed me off.

I never even got passed the first season.

The MC, that rabbit kid, he wasn't a bad kid so to speak but he pissed me off as a MC. His personality was a complete 180 from me, he just rubbed me the wrong way.

Not to mention he was raised by Zues of all people, one of the most notorious rapists in all of mythology who just seemed to get away with it all.

I wasn't sure how accurate the world was to the myth I was familiar with but I doubted Zues would be all that different.

Hestia was.

That's another thing that bothered me about the show.

I loved Hestia in mythology but the character portrayed as her in the show was a horny airhead.

One of the most notorious virgins of mythology, plural, was chasing after a little boy while practically drooling?

It's an insult to the myth.

'Bah, I got off topic.'

Refocusing my thoughts I thought about my current situation.

I died, or I think I did anyway, and then I was immediately just here in a desert.

No warning, no sign, no god, nothing.

Just one and the next like something out of the movie Inception.

I could deal with that.

Not logically, no, but I could just shrug it off because it's not important right now.

My current state was more important.

[Falna:

Name: N/A

Alias: N/A

Age: 15

Level: 1

Familia: N/A

Stats:

Strength: H150

Endurance: H150

Dexterity: I50

Agility: H100

Magic: H120 (20)

Magic:

Skyrim: Restoration

Developmental Abilities:

Berserker: I

Skills:

Auto Update.

Falna Editor.

End.]

'Ok, breaking that down. This is a Falna page.'

The sight of it dragged up old memories of fanfictions or art or something and I recognized most of it was similar.

'So am I in Danmachi? What the fuck is this shit? I'm in a desert not the fucking dungeon city. Was there even a desert in that world?!'

I didn't know, I had no idea of anything in the world outside of the city itself.

'Whatever, not important at the moment.'

Focusing back on the page, I read it over.

'I have no name or alias.'

I clicked on the name with my finger and to my surprise, the N/A vanished and a blinking line appeared.

Taking the hint, I just used the first name to come to mind.

'Marik.'

Name: Marik Grim

'…Ok, didn't pick the last name but why not.'

Marik was the name of my Skyrim character when I played so it was the first that came to mind here.

My old name was Jacob and I fucking hated the name.

Alias was empty and unchangeable.

'I guess that's more of a rep thing.'

My current age was 15.

'De-aged five years but ok.'

I looked at my hands and saw tan olive skin.

'De-aged and a new body. Joy.'

I didn't think too much and moved on. No time for an identity crisis.

My level was stationary.

'So this is indeed similar to the Falna. Did a god give me this?'

I had no answer to my question and wouldn't dwell on it. There was no name to the Familia so I ignored it for now.

The stats were exactly like a Falna.

'They were all raised.'

I clenched my fist and felt my body but I couldn't exactly tell if I was stronger.

'My stats were all 0 at first, did my skill have something to do with it?'

My eyes fell down to 'Auto Update' but I came back to magic first.

My magic didn't need any deduction but clicking on it made a new screen pop up.

[Restoration Spell Book

Level 1:

Healing, Lesser Ward, Diagnose.

Level up to unlock the next tier of spells.]

That's all it said.

Clicking on each spell brought up more info.

[Healing – Minor healing for the caster.]

[Lesser Ward – Weak defensive ward for magical defense and minor physical defense.]

[Diagnose – Identify the targets condition.]

The descriptions were simple but the basic knowledge was in my head.

How to cast them and what they did basically.

While curious on the specifics, I moved on for now and decided to test them out when I was in a safer situation.

The next on the list, Developmental Abilities, surprised me.

'Did level 1's have them?'

I clicked on the ability and a description showed.

[Berserker: Unlocked through unique circumstances. A berserker has no fear of death. When the Berserker awakens, they cannot stop until there are no more enemies left in sight.

The more excited the user gets, the more the mind is overcome with the desire for combat.

Increase Strength and Endurance Exilia gain the more the user loses themselves to the berserker state.

In berserk state, decrease awareness of pain or exhaustion. Increase difficulty of casting magic.

In berserk state, immunity to external mental status effects.]

'….'

I had to read that a few times to be sure of what it read.

'Huh. Well… I see.'

I wasn't sure what to say.

I must have unlocked the ability during my fight with the centipede.

It wasn't a great ability, but it wasn't a bad one either.

It made growth faster while making me a deadly beast but taking away my awareness of pain, mental clarity, and increasing difficulty in casting magic was an obvious take away.

The ability was clear in my mind, almost as if it was a part of me.

'I'll have to get used to it I guess. I always learned better by doing then by thinking anyway.'

Moving down, I came to the last part, skills.

Auto update and Falna Editor.

[Auto Update – Automatically updates Falna every day at midnight.]

'Ok, this is how my stats went up. That also means I slept a whole night on that damn centipede. Gross.'

Still, I saw the value in this skill. I didn't need a god to update my stats.

[Falna Editor – See information on your personal Falna and descriptions on each section just as the divine can.

Conceal or alter the Falna seen by others.

Customize Falna symbol.]

'And that explains this whole system style prompt.'

Everything from the screen to being able to change my name to being able to see descriptions on each section.

These were things gods could do when they read the ancient language used by the Falna system.

How did I know this? It just sort of appeared in my head like a fact as soon as I read the skill description.

Looking over the screen once more, I mentally dismissed it and stared up at the Centipedes corpse for a second.

'Ok, current abilities understood. Situation understood on a basic level at least. What now?'

A crash of stone and angry screech brought my attention back to the deathmatch between car sized scorpions that shoot acid from their stingers.

'Right, them.'

Looking at the two beasts going at it reminded me of the fight I had with the centipede the day prior.

'Survival of the fittest huh? If I want to be free, I need to be strong.'

I wasn't delusional, if this world really was Danmachi, then adventurers would be everywhere.

The strongest would no doubt be in Orario but there were gods and goddess's outside the city as well.

'Like Ares. I remember he had a war mongering nation or something.'

That meant that a level 1 like me was an ant in the grand scheme of things.

Albeit a larger ant than someone without a Falna, but still.

My blood began to heat up and I felt a certain feeling building in me as I thought about all the fighting I would have to do to get stronger.

The beasts and people I would have to conquer to be strong. To be free.

Almost uncontrollably, a savage smile grew on my face.

'I can fight to my heart's content. I can grasp my own future with my literal hands. I can be free here.'

Free from the cage of society. Free from rules and expectations. Free from the cruel and depressing fate of a modern age person in a world without anything supernatural.

Strength filled my limbs and a thirst for battle filled my being.

I looked at those two monsters fighting and felt a fog start to cover my mind.

'Haha so this is what Berserker feels like? I think I like it.'

I wasn't losing my mind in an instant but it was gradually building in a euphoria like state. Like how when one gets horny and acts in a way they usually wouldn't but are still fully cognizant of their actions.

Wild smile still plastered on my face, I crawled out from under the centipede corpse and felt the blood rush to my head.

Like a heat flowing through me.

"Haha."

I laugh bubbled up through my dry throat and parched lips.

I took a step as dried blood and grime cracked and fell off to show healthy skin underneath.

"Hahaha."

I stopped at the head of the centipede and grabbed it's sharp and cracked pincer with both hands before shoving my foot on the joint and throwing my weight behind it.

One time, two times, three times.

The pincer was ripped out in a gush of blood and other fluids that drenched me but I didn't care.

My eyes were focused on the two fighting scorpions and my blood pumped even faster as I gripped my makeshift weapon.

"Hahahahahaha."

The fog came on stronger as my vision was tinted red and the adrenaline pumped through me.

The sound of loud and crazed laughter was the only warning the scorpions had as they turned to see me dive bombing toward them with an insane smile and the pincer raised above my head about to impale one of them through a crack in their carapace.

When the fog faded from my mind, the sun was setting in the distance and I was still smiling like a loon literally painted in blood, fluids, and gore as I was slumped against the side of a discarded piece of hard carapace.

A hellish scene of a warzone covered in fluids and gore from two giant scorpions and their corpses strewn around the area decorated the rocky outcropping.

I had acid burns covering a third of my body and had long gashes going down my torso but still I smiled.

"Hahaha fuck that hurts."

I was no lover of pain, but that didn't mean I feared pain.

I was riding the high even as I regained my mental faculties and cast the healing spell with both hands.

There was no indicator for how much mana or health I had, but I didn't care.

I would just cast until I blacked out again.

But sitting there and feeling my body pulse as it fought to stay alive. As it pulsed with energy I had only glimpsed briefly in the twenty years of life before this.

Feeling the pure freedom and satisfaction coursing through me.

I had never felt better.

'No more cages.'

I tilted my head back to look up at the night sky as the sun fully set and the stars began popping out with a clarity unheard of back on Earth.

'I had strings but now I'm free.'

The natural beauty of the sight mixed with the emotions I felt and blended as one inside me.

My magic pulsed as my wounds mended with all the grace of a charging elephant. No one said healing was a pleasant feeling.

But I didn't care.

The pain told me I was alive.

The pain told me I won.

I was the victor once more.

My eyes began to forcibly close as my head pounded mightily in pain with my final sight being the stars glowing in all their glory.

'I'll shine like them. Even if it's for but a moment, even if it's only a shooting star appearing for a single ride, I'll shine and burn.

Eternity or a moment of glory.

Which one will I be?

I guess I'll just have to find out…..'

My body stilled as my hand dropped and the healing stopped.

The cool night wind howled through the sands and figures shifted in the darkness as predators and prey prowled.

But in a small outcropping of stones, all was peaceful.

For the night alone, nothing would approach a location so heavily stenched with blood.

They would stop and wait, and when the sun rose, those curious enough would investigate and hope to find leftovers from whatever predator passed through the night before.

It was survival of the fittest and resting meant death.

Even as dozens and hundreds of eyes focused in on the area, the young man at the center of it rested peacefully.

Drenched in blood and gore, a new predator had been born.

Now nature would test him.

If he would eat or be eaten.

Only time would tell.

*Line Break*

At first glance, I really had to squint to see how my wish for freedom translated into what I got, but as the days went on and one fight became two, and two became four, and four became eight, and so on, I understood.

I saw the twisted way in which I got my wish.

And comforts of the modern era aside, I don't think I disliked my situation.

I quite liked it.

Each day I would pass out from healing deadly wounds only to wake and find a new foe to fight.

A new monster to best.

A new challenge to test me.

And with each fight, with each life and death match, I not only grew stronger but got a better grasp on my abilities.

It was three weeks since my first fight when I could finally manage to get a lid on my Berserker ability.

Each day when a foe showed up, my mind would get clouded and I would rush off to fight in a euphoric haze.

Tearing into the monsters just like a fellow monster. Using my hands and teeth if needed to rip them apart in brutal ways.

But enjoyment aside, I knew I couldn't just give in to my desires forever.

I had to be able to control it.

I was met with questionable results.

The earlier I caught it the easier it was to resist.

And in cases where a fight didn't seem exciting or I was just generally calm, I was quite lazy.

I could still fight without it and I was fully in control of my actions during that time but it was…lackluster.

Like coming off a high after a while and realizing how boring reality was.

In my first life, I never really got into drugs despite my life.

I had seen too many homeless crack heads and cocaine addicts to ever consider doing hard drugs.

The only thing I did was smoke weed, and to a certain extent, I understood why people called it a gateway drug.

Weed itself was innocent. It had no physical addictive qualities but it had mental ones.

People were weak minded and they loved the 'fun' of being high. And not only that, but it also lulled them into a mentality of safety.

'I could handle weed, so I could probably handle something harder. It seems like fun.'

It was that kind of mentality that weed birthed in people.

And now, feeling how my ability affected me, it felt like weed.

Like it wanted to seduce me into giving in more, to just let go and be free.

And I wanted to let go. I really, really did.

Like a sirens call, it spoke to me.

But that's no way to live.

I had to be strong of mind and body.

So I fought it with an effort of will and spent weeks fighting without it.

Eventually I fell into a pace.

I loved fighting regardless but until something excited me. Until a challenge called to me. I was calm of mind and body.

I used my environment, my ability, my tools, and my wards to fight smart.

The more excited I got and the longer a fight went on, the more my blood boiled and I gradually gave in rather than losing myself completely.

I could fight at 20% so to speak without giving in.

My strength and Endurance was boosted the more I gave in and it's growth was faster but it was like walking a tight rope.

Fast growth is nice but it comes at the cost of possibly dying.

I had to find the balance between how much I gave in and how much I held back.

It came with the downside of draining me after the high faded.

I felt exhausted and tired after fighting like a berserker.

It was a double edged sword.

If I was going to give in fully, I better make sure I was the only thing still breathing when I dropped out of it.

It only took me a few days to realize that I only faced challengers during the day.

The smell of fresh blood kept away predators at night but with the rising sun the curious ones ventured in.

Like moths to a flame.

The various desert monsters have also been great for training.

Getting me used to fighting a large variety of body types.

I wasn't sure of their level exactly but nothing overwhelmed me so I figure they were all in Level 1 territory.

It wasn't always something new, but it was eye opening to this world's desert monster ecosystem.

In the first six weeks alone, I faced all kinds.

A trio of Coyotes, car sized Scorpions, Giant Lizards, Giant Rats, some kind of Ostrich like bird, Anaconda sized snakes, smaller sized Elemental Lizards, a moving Cactus, Giant Turtles, even a fucking giant Penguin that swam in the sand.

It was crazy the kind of things that popped up.

Every morning I would step out of my makeshift campsite built with monster parts only to see a new monster poking at the left over carcass's from the days before and a new fight would ensue.

Sometimes more monsters would wander in during the day.

And each night I dragged my bleeding and exhausted body back to my camp and healed myself until I blacked out from running out of mana.

I found how to feel for how much I had as the closer I got to empty the more my head would pound painfully.

Trial and error was a great method.

And trial by fire was a great way to get used to fighting and improve.

I was using a bastardized version of Karate along with anything I could use from fallen monsters.

The centipede pincer from the first day was long gone. I used fangs from the coyotes, the stingers from scorpions, the venomous heads of snakes, the spiked tails of lizards, and anything I could get my hands on.

But for the most part, I straight up just tore into the monsters with my bear hands.

Shoving my arms into open wounds and ripping out anything I could grab.

It was ruthless and brutal and oh so very satisfying to my crazed battle lust.

I questioned my sanity of course and realized I didn't care.

It felt like for the first time in my life, I was being honest with my true self.

Did my true self bother me? Fuck no.

I wouldn't mind some comforts but I wouldn't trade this for what I had before any day of the week.

I was learning, growing, getting used to my changes.

My new body, my new features, and my new powers.

I also learned what the Diagnose spell was good for.

On one hand, it would tell me any status ailment I had such as a poison or curse and could identify what kinds.

And on the other, it broke down my injuries from the most serious to the least.

Using that knowledge, I experimented with my Healing spell and managed to focus the spell on specific areas.

Instead of slowly healing my entire body at once, I focused on the more severe area's and healed them faster before moving on to the rest.

My magic and my abilities weren't static.

They did exactly what they said but they could be adjusted. Reworked. Used more efficiently.

My Healing spell didn't change, but how I used it made it feel like it leveled up for lack of a better term.

And my Falna changed to show my growth.

After around two months, this was how it looked.

[Falna:

Name: Marik Grim

Alias: N/A

Age: 15

Level: 1 (+)

Familia: N/A

Stats:

Strength: H150 B780

Endurance: H150 B780

Dexterity: I50 E470

Agility: H100 D500

Magic: H120 B750

Magic:

Skyrim: Restoration

Developmental Abilities:

Berserker: I H

Skills:

Auto Update.

Falna Editor.

End.]

A big difference in only two months but with the constant fighting and healing myself daily until I black out, three of my stats were being stretched at high speeds.

The earlier stats also improved quick while the higher I got the slower it progressed.

But with daily death matches, my stats never went a day without improvement.

Berserker also improved in grade.

That happened when I finally got a handle on moderately controlling my state after the first month.

If anything, that was my proof that the way to progress was to control it rather than letting it control me.

But the most important part was the (+) next to my level. I could level up whenever I wanted.

It appeared as soon as my first stat crossed into D grade and I recalled some information from the anime about it. Or perhaps it was fanfiction. It was something anyway.

I could level up but it would be destroying my potential.

I wouldn't level up until I got my stats as high as I could.

And so my life went on just like that.

Fighting, learning, growing, and living free of constraints.

In a way, it was my slice of heaven and paradise, in others, it was annoying.

The lack of fresh water and food was aggravating but the monster corpses were packed full of nutrients and their blood was plenty of liquid for me.

Not the tastiest solution but one that worked.

My ability to heal myself, diagnose food for health concerns before eating, and my evolving body likely played a role in my adaptability.

I really doubted a civilian body in this world could handle what I put mine through, but that just goes to show how incredible the Falna system really is.

It's evolving a mortal to divinity, and that's no simple process.

From the moment you get a Falna, your body already began a process that fundamentally alters it from a regular mortal shell.

So food and water was adequate. Not great but some of the monsters were tastier than others.

And the stones exposed to sunlight were great for grilling food.

I never needed a fire with them around.

Other than that, I used monster parts to build my shelter, basic tools, and simple clothing.

It took a good deal of trial and error but I fashioned myself a cloak from fur to cover my body while underneath I just wore a loin cloth and wrapped my feet in fur.

There was no need for something fancy as I would just get dirty all over again.

Sand baths were not pleasant but they got the job done. You just had to ignore the gritty feeling between your ass crack.

It was rough, it was wild, and it wasn't normal, but I wasn't going anywhere.

In a world like this one, I would rather suffer some inconveniences in the short term and get stronger rather than rush into the unknown where I could die simply from going in the wrong direction.

The higher my stats got, the easier it was to handle everything.

My body grew stronger, my skin tougher, my stamina longer, and my mana deeper.

And I was enjoying it all like a sabbatical.

So I never left.

I continued my cycle's endlessly until eventually, six months passed and I met my first humanoid beings.

Chapter End.

Coming Soon: Chapter 2: The Past Part 2: Rumi