Ding

  Ding

  Ding

  The familiar noise wakes me up.

  I am drenched in sweat, phantom pain along the healing knife wounds flair up. Dried tears on my face.

  The screen silent hovers over me.

  “I won’t let you down Linden.” I put the back of my hand to my head and cover my eyes, “I was selfish Linden. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was selfish and focused on how my life was shitty, and how the god of my world screwed me.”

  I let out a heavy sigh.

  “I forgot that I consist of all the souls that have been wronged one way or another. I am not just one soul seeking revenge against the gods, but hundreds of wronged souls. I might not be able to take revenge of the gods for now, but I can take revenge for the souls in me for this world on the shitty little people who play god.”

  Shortly after that message, another blips up.

  Moving my hand away from my face, I look at the other blue pop-up windows.

  Score! A skill board! Finally something I can do to shape my future!

  What... the... fuck...

  This has got to be every imaginable skill in the world. Nothing is described in any detail... I can't investigate these skills. I already have some 'skills' like 'Empathy', these types of skills I can always get on my own... Dammit... Why can't this be easy!

  Looking over what I have and trying to get an understanding of what I have versus what I could learn, I comb through my original Status window. Trying to ignore the name at the top now looking corrupted, causing the feeling of a stone in my stomach, I try to narrow down some usefull skills. Photosynthesis would be pretty awesome, but would I just have the skill, or would my skin turn green and plant like?

  I guess though, before selecting anything, I need to plan out what my next goal or objective I have...

  I hover my hand over on the first page. That's gotta help me here. I select it.

  The blue skillboard turns from blue to a bright white light radiating outwards. It feels like my eyes are on fire from just witnessing the light. Closing my eyes doesn't help. The light feels like it is flowing from my eyes and going into my brain.

  "FUUUUUUUUUUUCK" I yell out.

  Rolling onto the floor, I move to the bucket of used water with a layer of hair and oil floating on top. My head feels like it's on fire.

  I submerge my head straight into the bucket without a second thought.

  "AHHHHHHHHHH" but I only hear 'murlug-Ah-gulag' from underwater.

  Coming back up from air, the fire in my brain seems to have surpassed. Everything has an odd clarity. It's nothing tactile, there is no new text on the merchant's gaze, my status window hasn't changed except for the skill being there now, but I can somehow see that everything has a purpose...

  I look at my bucket with the disturbed layer of oil and hair floating in it. I am immediately aware that the Innkeeper will be in probably around 1pm-3pm, collect the bucket, see the mess and think poorly of me. He will then take it down to be cleaned, and will probably make a comment to the other staff, causing the rest of the staff to be just a little less friendly. There is a good chance of the Innkeeper seeing my drastically altered visage, he will check to see if I match any wanted posters.

  These thoughts flow through me by just looking at the bucket. Is this what it's like to be Sherlock Holmes?

  That said though, it's time to work on a plan for the next action.

  That plan has got to use Linden's Secret Weapon. Linden, using his connections while he was alive, was able to piece together Jinten's Contact with the Church. Grandale Lipshok. A priest that's been rocketing up in rank quickly, with performing miracles and reducing crime within his jurisdiction. He's been using local criminal organizations to keep his jurisdictions clean, while pushing the shady dealings to other parishes.

  It was Grandale that hired Jinten to smuggle in those drugs.

  I pull up Linden's past in my mind and review it again, much like how I did with Borris. This time though, the information seems to fall into place and easily lays out a clear path to Linden's... no, our revenge. Hopefully too, with a bit more knowledge, I can get some well deserved vengeance on Jinten.

  "Daaaaaah ~DAAAA, Boop"

  A new sound and window pops up. This one is golden this time.

  Wait… God Slayer? I rember the prompt but don’t remember selecting this… Craaaap. It’s not like this doesn’t match up to my goals, but this really brings into question what these status windows are originating from. It’s spurring me to kill gods. I am still unsure if my ultimate objective is to kill, but I will have to see how these windows align to my goals. Not that I can seem to stop it anyways. At least the skill tree it’s offering me should be more than useful.

  I close the window, gather my gear and prepare to slip out before the Innkeeper can see me. I know this city and world just like anyone born here now. The part of me from Earth can truly recognize what this world is now. It is what I always asked myself after completing one of those RPG’s as a kid, "What would it be like to live in a fantasy world?"

  I will have to register myself at the Adventurers Guild right away and begin my training!

  I slip out the back, try and forget about the life experiences I just went through in a single night, and beeline it to the Guild.