Three days, I've been in this world for three whole does and I still haven't woken up from this dream, is it a dream?, sigh!.
Three days ago ago a new game was released and it took over the gaming industry. According to classmates it boasted unreal graphics and gave the players an unbelievable amount of freedom.
"huh, damien going home?"
"yeah, i got to go study"
"study again, u really should relax a bit u know"
"haha.. as much as I would like that I cant afford to slip or I wont get that scholarship"
"true but why don't u relax a bit ,here take this its a really popular game might help you unwind"
"a... game? I don't know, are you sure I can take this?"
"don't worry dude just use it to relax you can return it later"
after much persuasion from Isaac I relented
".... thanks ill try it out"
'is Isaac to blame for my transmigration or does the game have it out for me? either way what do i do kn...'
[ding]
[synchronization in progress]
[warning host may feel a slight headache]
what is....
just as I was about to finish the sentence i felt an excruciatingly painfully headache
"ggrrrh...ahh...grh"
trying to bear the pain was futile I quicky lost consciousness
slowly i opened my eyes and I was back in the run down room i found my self in when I came to this world
"how long was I out and what was that"
[ding]
[synchronization complete]
suddenly the room i was in looked famiar as though i had been here all my life
memories that werent mine flooded my mind.suddenly a tranparent light blue window popped up right in front of me
[STATUS]
Name: (damien)
Age: (17)
Gender: (Male)
Level: (9)
Year: (1)
Titles: (Transmigrator) (nameless extra)
Mana: (500/500)
Strength: 10
Stamina: 10
Intellect: 10
Willpower:4
Psyche:6
Element: Void, darkness
Potential:???
Elemental proficiency: (D)
Learning proficiency: (C)
Physical ability: (D)
Skills: instinct swordsmanship(F)[EX]
Passive: None
'is this a status window?'
looking at the light blue panel infront of me i couldnt believe my eyes. this is eerily similar to those novels about someone getting transmigrated.
after the headache subsided i sat on a wooden chair next to the window of room that seemed to belong to me and checked my staus in eranest
"i dont know the standards of the game son its hard to tell if my stat were good or not
my stats are abysmall"
"extra? am I not even relevant in this world."