"Now or never, whether I will live a good life or slog for the rest of my life in new world." Simon comforted himself trying to regained some confidence.
"Caleb Ashford"
"Milo Drennan"
"Matthew Crowell"
"Julian Harkness"
"Asher Lorne"
"Grayson Whitloc"
"Simon Reid"
"Ivan Tarnell"
"Silas Northam"
"Rowan Vealey"
When their names were called Ivan looked at Simon who was standing beside him.
"Simon, I am nervous." Ivan body visibly trembling as sweaty covered his face.
"Don't be nervous."
Simon faintly smiled comforting Ivan, then stepped onto the stage first followed by Ivan and others who were equally nervous as Ivan.
Wood Long's staff helped them place the helmet on their head, followed by instructions of what they need to follow.
When everything was tightly set Simon looked straight to the horizon hoping that everything will turn for the good.
Slowly his consciousness blurred for a moment.
Then he found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment.
A wild and warm wind blowed past his face. He saw a green field that resembled that of classic windows wallpapers.
"This is the virtual world"
Simon was amazed. "This is so real"
He waved his hand round trying out the environment, breathing in the warm breeze.
"ROARR!!!"
When he was overwhelmed with scenery, a thunderous roar rang out in the distance.
Sound so deafening, it made one's heart rattle in their chest.
Quickly turning his head, he saw a giant white wolf that stood nearly two stories tall charging towards him.
"It's fake! It's all fake!"
Simon screamed as he tried his best to move his body but it stood rooted to ground not listening to him.
Shaking uncontrollably, watching the charging wolf that was fast-approaching.
The fear in his heart became stronger and stronger.
Then white wolf closed in, biting his head clean off.
Beep!
Simon felt his mind racing and his hair stand when he was pulled out from the virtual space. His body was bathed in sweat and still shaking uncontrollably.
Death!
Unfiltered and clear-cut death!
Even in this state of fear and death, Simon felt this excitement wash over him cooling his heart and mind. As a smile formed on his face unknowingly.
Then an excited voice rang in his ears.
"Someone has awakened."
Simon was shocked as looked at the owner of the voice, Mark Wilson.
"Awakened? Could it be me?"
He thought as he saw Mark and teachers walk toward his direction with satisfied smile on their faces.
"Kid, Congratulation on being the luckiest one and awakening the power of fire."
"Awakening the power of fire?"
Simon exclaimed hearing it, and became excited.
The head master stretched his hand out enthusiastically before even reaching near him.
Simon reached out his hand to shake the head master's hand.
But Headmaster walked past him, followed by the other teachers.
Making their way towards the person next to him.
"Student, what your name?"
"Iv..Ivan, Ivan Tarnell"
"Ivan Tarnell. Congratulation!"
"Student Ivan, you are the pride of our school!"
Simon turned around and look at Ivan, who was surrounded by the headmaster and the teacher.
His whole body was glowing in a light colour of orange. Surrounding him were small flaming butterflies that were dancing over him, they were not burning anything nor were dying down without fuel instead they were flying around Ivan.
Simon looked at himself, there were none around him.
"Ivan awakened? Not me?" Simon felt like the whole world was collapsing in itself.
"At last, my reincarnated main character luck has dried down"
Simon without knowing left the stage.
The greatest pain in life was hope and expectation.
"Sigh, Fuck!"
Simon was not in the mood to watch the rest of the trail as he walked off trying to find a place to cool down and thing about his future plan.
As for others, as far as Simon is concerned, they can go to hell!
"Simon"
Ivan voice rang out from behind and before he could move forward his hand was caught by Ivan.
Simon annoyed turned to face his best friend. Forced out words.
"Congratulation! Iva…"
His word got stuck half way through as he saw lines of weird black character suddenly appear before him.
Name:Ivan Tarnell
Race: Human
Astral skill: Fire Manipulation (Awakened, replicable)
"Bloody hell!"
Simon cursed out loud, thinking that he was hallucinating, he shook his head vigorously. Yet, the characters were stuck in front of his eyes and the remained there.
"The hell?"
He pulled away from Ivan, the lines disappeared. When he touched Ivan again, the words appeared once again.
Name:Ivan Tarnell
Race: Human
Astral skill: Fire Manipulation (Awakened, replicable)
Then a wild guess started to form his head.
"Could this be my…?"
Simon did not want expect anything not wanting to be depressed again but his heart was beating with excitement.
He breathed in as he tried to replicate Ivan Astral skill.
Woosh!
Blank line spread across Ivan's body covering him from head to toe.
Seeing Ivan's expression, he understood that only he could see those black line that covering Ivan.
A second later, the black line condenses on Ivan forehead then shoot toward Simon.
This time new set of word appeared.
Replication completed. Install?
"Install"