[Choose your "fate"]
[Minotaur
Extremely Lesser Devil
Random Element (Mage)
Destroyer]
The concept of choosing did not please Shaheer one bit. If the Pinky Screenie had given the option to choose what his fate would be, the fate was most likely all bad anyway.
Something Shaheer had not accounted for was what he was good at. But considering the fact that his intelligence stat is one. It means that Shaheer is either stupid, or just has no brain. His mind did not cross the concept of common sense. Therefore-
"I choose Random Element (Mage) as my fate"
I knew that my job was to narrate this story, but why do I have to narrate this dumb bitch? Has he realized that mages have long ranged attacks? What was an one-eyed kid with fists as his weapon do against potential fire hazard?
[You're opponent has been chosen]
[Grade six, Dark Mage]
Shaheer realized this might be the worst matchup ever. Well second to worst. But not counting the fire hazard scenario, this was definitely the ones on the worse end. Shaheer thought, what would happen if it just made me completely blind? Wouldn't that just completely kill me?
Compared to the last monster, this was considerably more difficult. But just as Shaheer was starting to form a plan. It had spawned.
A dark faceless human-like creature had teleported in. It was different from the mutt. Which was constructed right in front of his eyes.
"Hxxlo? Wxx axe xxx?" the creature had spoke
Shaheer lost his mind. After hearing the voice his ears started bleeding. No, ruptured. They were completely destroyed. He had realized that there was no time to be playing around.
All of the plans he had constructed were gone. He couldn't see a world where he would win. But that's when he realized, THE NOVEL WOULD END!
[You have broken the first wall, Understanding has been increased.
Five points has been awarded]
[Your limits have been re-adjusted, experience from past experiences has been allocated.]
The dark creature put his hand up in the air and seemingly reluctantly casted a spell. Shaheer had felt a cold touch from inside his heart. Just pulling. Then a punch. Shaheer had fallen down. Face flat on the floor.
This fight was not something he could take, the "courage" trait could not even activate. There are limits to things, and this is one of them.
Somewhere in the universe, someone was eating pancakes and enjoying their breakfast. While he was fighting this unknown entity. That's when a candle had melted away.
Who really cares about his death? All the people. Everyone. Not a single person had acknowledged him. Not in his seventeen years of living.
He made a promise.
I'll Fucking survive, and eat all the pancakes I wan't.
Spin, please
[You have spun, common one in two]
Spin
[You have spun, common one in two]
Spin
[You have spun, uncommon one in four]
Spin
His viewpoint went dark.
It was the end
A voice has appeared. Though faintly. The last words Shaheer had heard was:
[Bleed until your demise]
[You have rolled… bleeding one in one hundred twenty eight, do you accept?]
The answer was obvious. He felt stronger, faster, and smarter.
[Additional Trait unlocked! You may now use "Blood Creation"]
A new idea. He has a new idea. A miracle was what he needed. Though, that was his only chance. What else could he do?
[One-Eyed mutt of the underworld has been summoned by, "Dark Mage"]
Seriously? His chances were greatly ruined. Not that his chance of survival was great anyway. The smart option was to run, and run he did. Until he figured out "Blood Creation."
The dark mage pointed. Shaheer felt it, and rolled to the left. The ground of the dream vanished for a second.
Then the mutt had caught up to him. Just like that. Part of his arm was bitten off. In great pain, Shaheer had thought it wouldn't be so bad to just die. But this was what he had wanted. He grabbed the paw of the pup and swung it around. With blood surging around his veins, he confronted the dark mage.
Shocked by the statement of what Shaheer had made. The dark mage jumped back. The pup was slowly gaining control, and started gnawing at his arm. There was no turning back. Shaheer encased the pup's eyes with blood, hoping that it would stop biting. But to no prevail. However, it still couldn't see.
Taking a big step back, he threw it onto the dark mage and landed right on the dark mages groin. Shaheer prayed. He prayed that this mage had a gender. He hoped. That it was male.
Sure enough, a miracle it was. The dark mage had suffered greatly. He screamed, and screamed. Shaheer then used a pointy stick of blood, though not a stick. A twig. And stabbed the dark mages legs. Until both of them could not walk anymore.
Shaheer threw the pointy stick into the mutts mouth, ending its miserable life.
The dark mage let out a cough. It sounded human. There wasn't any weird blood. It was human. Shaheer looked back, a man. He had questioned what happened. Then it clicked. This man, no, this person was a missing boy. He just knew.
He recalled the intense fight and-
THIS NOVEL WOULD END he reca-
It came like a nuclear bomb, after recalling that, something ten times worse than the dark mage crunching his heart. It was torture. His limbs felt numb. It was as if his insides were being ripped out one by one. Insides soon became limbs. Arms, Legs, Eyes, Torso, this wasn't going crazy anymore. Shaheer had lost his sense of self, becoming a person who was slowly wilting away. Only his mind remained intact after the initial damage was done.
He soon crumbled apart. Fragments of his life were floating in his consciousness. Alongside fragments stood a lonely, empty body floating around for the rest of time.