It began on the new moon. The fire Thalia started suddenly died, and there was no sound in the forest, but the breaking of branches. The family sat up, their bronze weapons glowing in the darkness. I crouched the Spear of Achilles in my grasp.
#ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR
yOu'Ve BeEn STAbedd!
I blinked and realized a spear was between my breast. On the floor, with the dirt and fallen leaves was my spear. Screams and cries filled my ears, as did dull thumps. I grunted, my hands on the spear as I stared into the red eyes of my attacker. Garbed in black, every part of his body was hidden, but his red nails.
"You're the cheat?" He hummed. "Your integration into the Game is well documented. You are no fake. Your exploits aren't well documented." He touched my head, and I screamed.
He was a man garbed in red, watching as men in black marched on the path. They all wore leather armour except the one who marched in front of them all, denoting him as the leader, if his plated armour didn't show it. Behind them was a boy, frail and thin. He dragged a carriage, filled with teary-eyed women and blood. There was a carcass in there, he noted. He leapt, blades appearing out of nowhere in his hand, much to his surprise. He was a man surrounded by men in black. He was a man who was engaged in slaughter.
He danced with his blades and men died in droves, His eyes, black with a swirling red star in them, flittered from man to man, blade to blade. His blades, thin and wide at the top, thin and thin at the bottom, moved, once more, and the men stumbled back to the floor, their swords clattering to the floor as their hands went to their red necks. He spun, his swords directing arrows at men's bodies. His leg shot out and slammed into a man's chest, sending him flying into a crowd as his blades blurred. He moved his head, an arrow whizzing past him as his blade spun and severed his opponent's neck from his body with a hiss.
One man, stood against him, his shoulder bleeding from the arrow embedded in it. His blade clashed against the man garbed in red, and he sneered. "Who do you think you are? Some hero? Saving these whores?" The swords blurred and he stumbled to the floor, his black(boiled leather) armour tainted red, his thigh bleeding profusely, as he raised and deflected the garbed man's first blade. The man in red spun, and his second blade cleaved the leather bandit's hand from his wrist. The sword clattered a few feet away from them and he tried to scramble back, but the man in red brought his blades down.
I panted as I looked at him. "W-wha-'' His arms crossed, as his fingers disappeared under his hood. " A Fake indeed. A very well done fake, integrated by an Admin, using his memories," Its head tilted to the side. "A botched Gamer job, done by an admin," A tablet appeared in his hands, and he tapped the screen. "Admin Calean did this? Of course, I am fixing it. It's always a woman cleaning up after men's messes," His-her finger touched the screen, and the world disappeared. She stared at me. "Commence reformat,"
All abilities reset. All dungeons reset. The Library of Magic is unable to be removed. The Library of Magic is now accessible to the Player. Moonchild perk removed. Sealed memories discovered. The player's memories have been unsealed. Pain negated. The godly parent is unable to be changed.
The world has been reformatted. A New Version of the Gamer system was added.
She stared at me. "Are you fine? Are you ready to play?" I couldn't answer. Memories flashed between my eyes. Memories of life, of my life, outside my knowledge of the books and animes flashed between my eyes.
I croaked, and she nodded. "Good,"
Integrating Player into the world in three…two…one!
Welcome Player, to your game.
Name: Damien Romano
Title: Faker (The Gamer)
Race: Demigod (Half God, Half Wolf)
Class: Magician
Level 1 (50.00%)
Currency: None to name
HP: 100/100
MP:200/200 (regen: 5 MP per hour)
CHAKRA-400/400 (regen: 60 Chakra points per minute)
Status:
STR: 11
VIT: 11
ALT: 25
SPD: 11(+10)
STA: 11(+10)
DEX: 11(+10)
END: 11(+10)
AGI:11(+10)
IN: 10(+40 due to Prodigy Title)
CHA: 10(+10)
Magical Resistance: 80
Stat points: 20
About: Son of Armani Romano, The Wolf of Manarola and Hecate, Goddess of Magic, Necromancy, the Moon and Darkness, Damien has not shown the magical talent Armani believes he has.
I was in a bed, well made. Bronze sheets, fluffed to perfection covered my body. Opposite the bed, was a drawer, and a mirror that showed me my new appearance. I exited the bed and looked in the mirror, my pale hand brushing past its surface. My brown eyes were the only thing I kept. This long, messy red hair was never mine. I sighed. I remembered my old family and their fate. Everything began to click. The reason why I wanted his approval, and that of a family. In my last life, I never had that. I was an orphan.
The door opened with a creak, a head of hair popping from the side of the door and I jumped, the musing of my past life gone.
Blue eyes greeted me, as did pearly white sharp canines. "Morning," Came the drawl of my father. His eyes flitted from me to the mirror, and he grinned. "Looking at your handsome face, hm? Ever wonder where you got it from?" He said his smile widening as he entered the room and flexed his veiny bulging muscles. I couldn't help myself, I smiled. "My mum most likely," I replied and his eyebrow rose. "Sure sure. She is a goddess anyway," He murmured as he eyed me. "Meet me downstairs, alright boyo? Properly dressed. We'll be working on your Magicka and transformations," I nodded my mouth once again moving without permission. "Understood Father," He eyed me in curiosity before he left.
+5 Affection with Armani Romano
Flinging off the cloud-themed pyjamas I opened the drawer, and humming to myself, I retrieved a white jersey and grey sweatpants. Flinging over a brown jacket because it looked cool, I looked in the mirror. I was amazed. With a grin I opened the door and marvelled, watching the curves of the stairway handles, and the tanned wooden flooring as I made my way downstairs. Father was seated on a brown basic chair with no cushions, a large red book in hand and spectacles on his face. He turned to me, and I wondered how he could see with those foggy things.
I couldn't help myself. "You look ridiculous," His head tilted. "I could say the same for you. Brown jacket, grey sweatpants? Pick one colour boyo," He countered as he rose, and indeed, he was wearing one colour; a black jersey and shorts. "Well, paredon me papi. I don't prefer a monochrome style. A bit boring," His lips quivered as I descended the stairs. He towered over me. "Better monochrome styles than a disaster in fashion boyo. Pick at least contrasting colours that go with each other," He said before his face turned a little serious. He handed me the book. "Read pages one to five and meet me outside. We'll continue there," He left the room, and I stared at the book I couldn't understand. Observe?
Observing…Complete
Fire Grimoire; The Basics
Spells: 50
About: A grimoire from the Witch of Claymore, Augusta Villa, who was killed by her Christian lover, Sir Gaunt. The book was thrown into a fire, but enchanted to never burn, was never destroyed. Armani Romano found it in a pile of ashes that was the rest of Augusta's works.
Do you wish to learn these spells?
Y/N
Clicking Y, I gasped. The book clattered to the floor as my head exploded in pain, the know-how of these spells and their capabilities flooding through my brain.
Mastery Gained!
Fire Mastery (Rank F)
About: You can cast, manipulate, create and wield basic Fire spells.
The pain disappeared, and I blinked before opening the door. A forest clearing was before me. Father stood near a campfire. He looked at me, his face holding a smile as his fingers moved. "Control this," A snake wreathe in flames came at me, and I raised my hands, feeling a tightness in my chest. I spun, and the snake followed, hissing and snapping all the while. It was like I was moving in slow motion, the flames of the snake dancing towards me before I was pointing at my father, who had a wide smile on his face as he snapped his fingers. The flames died with a whisper of smoke, and I found myself engulfed in a bear hug.
"Ah well well well done my boy!" He cried as he lifted me and I laughed, a feeling of elation in my chest.
+5 Affection with Armani Romano
This was a family.
A/N
I must admit, this story after rereading it is a disappointment. I agree with some reviews; no reason for the angst and whatnot. Beating S rank monster only got him a few levels. Yip yip. Whatever. Moving on, I never intended to rush into the PJO Plot and after reading it over, it seems I have done exactly that. I wanted a slow build of the MC's strength department, and after the first dungeon, he was suddenly higher than level 100. In the words of my friend: Crazy dawg.
So this is a restart without just clicking the complete button, giving a bullshit excuse for my fuck ups and impatience and flooding with another mess up of a story. If you all don't want to continue that's fine. For those who do, thank you. Shit's been changed, and hopefully, I can find a beta reader who can put with my shit, and vice versa.
Farewell,
ThatTerribleWriter78