I was walking home from school, a bookbag swinging heavily over one of my shoulders, when I saw a sight most disturbing, that had my reflexes tensing, my body turning cold as my mind expanded it's focus on possible actions, while narrowing my vision.

A little girl, ignorant of danger, about to be hit by a truck.

I was ready to react, ready to lunge in the hope of sparing the girl her life, but before I had the chance, my bag swung the other way, knocking me off balance. The truck soared past, traveling at least 20 miles an hour over the speed limit on a back road that trucks weren't even permitted to go on.

The girl continued across the street, for all the world looking as if the truck must've missed her by centimeters, and I paused, a little relieved, and a little dumbfounded. Either I was seeing things, and would have died for nothing, or there was something strange going on.


Later that day, after getting home, I stepped out to get the mail by the curb, enjoying the peaceful suburban quiet. Here near my house, the world seemed to only consist of a gentle breeze, the occasional solitary car with a neighbor inside, and the soft laughter of distant children playing in a nearby park.

I grabbed my mail and flicked through it, only pausing when I felt a strange sensation.

It was warm nearby, and I looked up to see a young girl walking up the street with a red wagon. She had these piercing blue eyes, with a strange golden circle ringing her pupils, and she smiled.

Behind her, a truck came hurtling down the road. The roaring of the diesel engine could be heard for thousands of feet at least, but the girl didn't seem to notice.

Time seemed to slow, the truck inching closer and closer to the little girl as I blinked.

My body started to turn cold, and my vision narrowed as I imagined leaping forward and valiantly pushing her out of the way.

Instead, I grabbed one of the straps of her overalls and gently tugged her slightly closer to me, not even stepping out from the reinforced concrete gateway that was in front of my house.

The truck barreled through without hitting anything, disappearing as quickly as it appeared.

When I looked back towards the girl, she was gone.

"Hmm."


Feeling a little cooped up the next day, I changed into some casual clothes and went to the nearby park, using a public bench to relax and look up at the sky. I was mildly fond of cloud watching, mostly as a means of an excuse to stare up at the sky and enjoy the beauty of nature.

That was why I noticed every second as a plane flew by, lit up in fire and trailing smoke, dropping a piece of cargo. The cargo fell from the sky like a stone, flipping a few times before seeming to adopt a streamlined position, heading straight for him.

It was a semi truck, with a trailer, shooting for me as though it were driving.

Walking around the bench in front of me was the same little girl, or at least she had the same eyes.

For the third time, the world seemed to slow as the truck approached. The girl was noticeably turning to look at me, and was visibly in the shadow of the truck, showing that she would be hit by the falling object, though noteably the truck had been travelling at a solid 40 degree angle towards them, something a truck wouldn't have the dexterity or profile to manage naturally.

The closer it got, the most the world seemed to slow, until finally the world actually froze.

I moved my hands, looking around.

No one was moving. The birds in the sky were frozen, the wind was no longer ruffling his hair, and all sound was gone. The world was still.

I stood up and walked to a nearby vending machine. Thankfully, the machine decided that it would work during frozen time, and I got an iced coffee and walked back towards the scene of the 'crash'.

Walking around to the side, I tried tugging the girl out of the way as I sipped my drink, only for her to not move whatsoever.

Out in the distance, the very edges of his vision, the world seemed to turn a little gray.

I walked back around and sat on the bench, just looking at the girl and the truck. It was pretty curious, I decided. Sort of stubborn.

Looking closer at the girl, she was definitely unusual. I somehow hadn't noticed before, but she looked more like she was a very short woman pretending to be younger, and she had light blue hair, including eyebrows. The cutesy clothes understandably made it hard to tell she was older, but the unusual, and apparently natural, hair color should have stuck in my head before.

Satisfied, I looked at the truck. It was a curious white, and as I watched and the distant surroundings began to turn gray and lose detail like some sort of video game, the truck gained additional details. A few dings and scratches, the paint became glossy like the normal paint on semis, and a license plate and a truck brand on the driver's door appeared.

"Truck-kun Express" it read.

Soon, the whole world was a darkened void with little detail. The sky was still bright, but in a clinical sort of artificial way. The only things in color were my drink, the girl, and spaces that perfectly matched his footprints standing right in front of the truck, with a strange sort of outline showing him bravely shoving the girl out of the way of the crash.

I sighed and finished my coffee.

"You're awfully stubborn about this." I acknowledged, looking at the girl.

For some minor petty vengeance, I shoved my empty can under her hat, and then copied the position of the outline. With a mellow push, I shoved the little girl clear of the truck, and the entire world resumed as though nothing had happened, the truck obliterating me instantly.


Welcome to the Game

"Hmm. Probably didn't need to go that deep with it. Could've just told me I died in my sleep" he said aloud.

The Gamer is required to die heroically in order to be granted this power

"It wasn't really heroically though, the girl wasn't really in danger."

For understanding the nature of your death, you gain 1 INT.

"If it makes you, or her I suppose, feel any better, you probably would have got me on the first one if it wasn't for my bag."

2 Reputation gained with ? (2/100)

"I'm guessing based on the stereotype that this is an Isekai?"

Congratulations on becoming the Gamer, please choose a destination to live out your new life

"Hmm. Am I replacing whatever protagonist would be there?"

The Gamer may replace the main character if he desires, or he may simply appear in that world

"Skyrim. I want to replace the protagonist."

100 Reputation gained with Akatosh (100/100)

Skills obtained

15 Reputation gained with Sheogorath (15/100)

Skills:

Gamer's Mind LV. Max

The Gamer's Mind is immune to external effects and control. Can help maintain logical thought during stressful situations.

Gamer's Body LV. Max

The Gamer has a body that makes it as though they live in a video game! Wounds will be taken from your HP stat instead of physically damaging you. You are immune to crippled limbs or amputation outside of extreme circumstances.

Dovahkiin LV. Max

You have the soul of a Dragon! You instinctively learn the language of Dragons, and have the ability to control the fabric of the universe with only your conviction and the power of your voice.

Title Gained.

Title:

The Last Dragonborn.

When The Last Dragonborn is equipped, your Thu'um has an additional 20% cooldown rate. In addition, your Legendary status gives you an additional 10 LUC per Aedric or Daedric Artifact you obtain.

"Hmm. Neat. Do I have to go through the intro?"


"Hey you. You're finally awake."