Blood flows from scars all over my body, and I notice that the wounds are forming a protective layer against outside infection at a noticeable rate. If this isn't a level power, I don't even know then.

Flames come from beneath my feet, burning my clothes, leaving only small patches of imperishable fabric visible. I am all on fire, a huge and bright flame burning me from the outside, throwing the flames further and further over my clothes.

But I stand, not daring to take a step forward, staying as still as I can.

Staring into the darkness like the tarry eyes of what lies before me, I search for the shortest path to salvation. She stands still and stares at me, watching me as I am covered in more layers of flame, slowly but surely burning in it.

"Fuck."

The forest in front of me is a huge-scorched earth burning in a fiery element, where the flames darken almost all the heavens without leaving even a small patch of sky, and the trees are burnt to coal, covered in smog and disappearing into the darkness of the surroundings. Will you ask me why I don't run away? You probably won't, but above me, there is darkness on all sides. It is as if we are trapped in a huge dome of darkness from which there is no way out except the obvious fight.

"Help…" - I just sighed.

In her usual manner, the demon girl raises her hand into the air, forming a huge compressed sphere that goes behind her back, shrinking and expanding into six scarlet lava-colored wings. Her face no longer expresses anything in front of me, and her eyes are hidden behind a scarlet aura.

"MY MOTHER! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! I am seriously cooked."

Suddenly, the flames disappeared. I was in total darkness; I couldn't see anything a meter away; I couldn't hear or feel. I could only think, and the thoughts were not good. Not only that, but I was scared—scared to death of dying.

My blood vessels narrowed, especially in my belly, and my blood pressure went up. I was no longer worried about all the injuries I had sustained; I was on edge. And my body started producing adrenaline at the limit; my heart was racing at a calculated 300 beats per second without stopping.

*Full silence around me.*

I walked, I crawled... Nothing changes.

I ran pathetically sideways, only to realize that I was bumping into flames, which sent a strong pulse of pain from my nervous system straight to my brain. I cry and suffer in pain.

I walked 20 minutes like that.

Suddenly, I stopped worrying about everything around me. "Why should I worry when everything is so beautiful?"

At the moment of the abyss and death, I stopped worrying about these things and started having fun; no more, neither life, nor death, nor God, nor even the devil frightened me.

I walk like a drunk person, feeling no need to understand.

"Ahahahahahaha. Come here, cutie! Let's dance together!" — I said with a cheerful tone when my face was expressing complete fear and anger.

I started laughing, doing strange poses and getting angry at the same time. No longer in control of myself, I felt like I was watching myself from the outside. Replaying the memories, I denied; I was angry and in the end accepted my state. My ego was disappearing into an endless abyss of despair.

In this state, I heard a voice full of indifference and chronic fatigue speaking:

?: — Rumia, this is my goddamn last warning..." — the woman said, stoking the blazing fire.

So I fell into a coma for three days.

I wake up exhausted on a bed propped up on the floor, and suddenly realize a terrible thing: my left eye is no longer open, no matter how hard I try. Trying to open it with my hands, I give up and accept that I can't see anything, just for now. I look at the place where I am. All around me, I see a Japanese-style room, paper walls and a paper door held together by bamboo with wooden fittings. There is darkness all around again; I can see what is in front of me; I can feel and therefore exist. It's beautiful!

"I am alive."

I raise my hands in triumph, holding up an imaginary medal, — Hello bloody world! I survived the bitch fire! HAHAHA! — I laugh, and my laughter doesn't stop.

Suddenly I hear the sound of running on the wooden floor.

*Silk*

The door opened and a woman in a rather gaudy costume for my taste appeared before me in a red and white suit with distinguishable cutouts in her armpits, bursting quickly into the room, almost smashing through the door with her thin and delicate arm. Examining her, I notice more details; her hair is black as pitch, where I notice a huge red bow resting. Her eyes are brown, and there's a yellow cloth hanging down from her collar.

* Bang, the door fell to the floor. * Yo!

She stares at the door for a moment with utter disappointment, and then at me, with her expressionless eyes, as if denying my presence as such. Ouch.

In her hands, I notice a bottle of water and porridge consisting of rice. I must have caused her too much trouble by my presence here.

— Hello, mate! Did you save me from my literal annihilation? Thank you," — I added in a more serious tone.

With indifference, she replies — Yeah, you're welcome. — she waves her hand in my direction.

I adjust my invisible visor and make a dramatic face, imagining it's going into the shadows, and say, That was easy.

She just throws me a stern look. Woah!

The priestess looks at me like I'm a lunatic, almost twirling her finger at her temple. Oh God, come on!

— If you've recovered, then go home. I don't have enough food to feed you anymore, and this is my only bedroom, so you've taken my place now.

I was taken aback, — Hey wait! What about, I don't know, taking care of me like I'm sick; look at my eye, I can't see! — I quickly added, surprised at her quick decision.

She folds her arms into a cross — No, I have more important things to do right now, than worrying about one person. I'm sorry, but there's a lot of people like you out there. And I'm not even a healer, you hear me?! Why the hell are there so many of you!

"That's a shame, actually."

I put my hands up like I'm giving up — All right, all right, I give up! Can I at least get an eye patch? I'm uncomfortable like this. — сan she do that?

...

5 minutes later, she comes to me with a pirate-like eye patch! Ohoho! That's the style, I know!

I put the patch over my left eye. Arr, brothers.

— Since you're as much of an outsider as these fellows, I should probably introduce myself.

— I'm Reimu of the Hakurei clan, in charge of keeping the entire Gensokyo in order, so if you have any questions, you can come here.

"Business, Tomato, you're a serious girl."

Well, she has a right to be proud of herself, I guess. She's so serious; if this were our world, she'd probably be good at math, wouldn't she?

Oh, yeah! I've got a lot of levels in there; let's check it out.

"System show my status!"

Nothing's happening, what? Oh, I forgot.

"Jervis, show my status."

▷Name: Klei Smith, Destroyer of nature

▷Race: Human

▷Level: 74

▷Specialization: Owner (experience 200%)

▷Skills: Translation(A), Throwing(F), Posing(S), Running(С), Destruction(A), Provocation(B), Regeneration(B), Resistance(A)

▷State: Normal

Whoa! Whoa! I lived through the real Vietnam! And I mean, that in the truest sense of the word! The shells were pounding into my flesh, tearing and mutilating my body. But somehow I'm healthy? My skin is pale, as if I've never been in a life-and-death battle, and the only reminder of my stupidity is an eye that doesn't work. I should feel sad about losing a body part so important to me, but I just think about how cool I look in my eye patch. Ouch! How good I look! ARRRR.

Oops, she picked me up by the scruff of the neck while I was wriggling around.

Still in a state of suspended animation, I said, — "Thanks for your concern. REMEMBER MY NAME! I'm Klei Smith, and you'll be hearing my name more than once and more than twice! Arrrrr — I smile radiantly at her.

Zero words; she throws me outside like a cat!

I find myself on the gray tiles in front of the donation box, with columns surrounding me on the sides. How poor is this place?

After looking around a bit more, I wondered, — Hey Reimu, can you walk me home? I'm going to get chewed out! Can you, please?

Sighing, she silently walked towards me, — Okay, whatever, I'll walk you home.

— Thank you, friend!

*After a couple of hours of wandering around the area without remembering where my house was, we reached it. Upon reaching it, the priestess quickly flies back to her place.

—bye-bye!

— Ah, home sweet home, welcome!

*Bam* — I open the door with my foot.

As I enter the house, an astronomical number of messages pop up in front of my face, almost 100 new score windows, about leveling up.

[Welcome home, user.]

"Oh, thank you; you've melted my heart, Jarvis!" — while kicking the door.

"So, what's up there…"

[Congratulations to the user for reaching level 50; as a result we have opened up new options for purchase in the system shop, you can check them out by saying the phrase 'Store'].

[You have received 74000 system points for raising your level]

[Achievement: Reach Ability Level S. System Points 20000]

And other skill level upgrade messages...

I instantly decided to check out my new items in the system shop, due to overwhelming interest.

— Jervis, show me the shop! — I raised my hand up, exclaiming.

The same familiar blue window popped up.

So here we have... useless food slot, furniture... Oh! Guns! Are there any firearms here? Cos you know when I get shot at, I have to shoot back, don't you think?

I click on the tab and see the many types that are now available to me: blunt, sharp, chemical, arrow, and finally I notice an option that makes my eyes close with impatience: firearms.

"God!"

Opening the panel in front of my eyes, only one available option out of more than 100 available, my eyes lit up, my breath hitched. It's a black Colt Government 1911, and it's only 30000 for 1!

Without any time to think about it, I take two for 60,000. At the same hour, two glossy black pistols appeared in my hands, reflecting light in my face from the window that was nearby.

"God bless America!" — I said, saluting on the spot with the pistols in my hands.

I noticed that there was no ammunition at all; why should there be?

"Wait, where's the ammo? Do I have to buy them too? Jervis, can you show me the ammunition for this gun, please?"

[.45 ACP: 500 system points]

"All right, fuck you, Jervis! Take all my money for ammunition!"

"No, wait a minute, buy a 7,000-point ammunition bag too; I need a place to store it, I think?"

...

Now I'm ready for anything…