It opens wide.
it slammed open actually, fortunately for me and Matthew the door opened from the inside.
The doors didn't crush us no matter how close we were, as the door open everyone in the room, all five of us tensed up.
It was quite the violent opening after all.
My hold on the cane was so crushing that my shifted bone hurted, I could see the way Matthew jaw clenched in front of me, unwilling, unprepared to fight, but still ready to do it if things come to blows.
Annie squinted and stared at what rested inside the door, Jenna did more or less the same her thumb running against her index as a nervous tick.
The squeeze in balrow hands was strong enough for anyone to see the veins popping out, curious but not enough to risk my head, I stay still, the cane balrow gifted me ready to land on the first head of the second fucker that will try to kill me today.
Second one...what a great day.
In the middle of this tension, silence permeated the room, almost no sounds could be heard apart from our awkward shuffling.
The thing, that broke this silence.
Was a laugh.
Yep, you heard me right.
The laugh of Annie.
She was dying of laughter right now, holding herself up with two hands on her thighs because of how much she was laughing.
Behind her jenna smiled awkwardly as she stared at her, balrow however simply sighed and stopped squeezing his fist.
"Loook at us-HAHAHAHA, going full military commando against a random empty room!" Speaking, well, more like wheezing her mind out mousy go back to laughing full time as balrow helpfuly provide us with another answer.
"the room is empty."
Me and malfoy stare at each other for a while before I walk forward and look into the relatively dark room.
True.
Doesn't seem to be any monster that wish to feast on our flesh.
Matthew following my lead look inside as well and make the same conclusion.
The room is pretty dark, but all things considered is pretty well lit.
It's a dark kind of lit. Does it make sense?
A simple hearth lit up the room in a cozy shifting orange light, the room is way smaller than our white one, but is still pretty big.
Enough for 5 people to move around comfortably without distancing themselves too much, overall it looks like a good and cozy familial home. Something a noble in a medieval period would have.
Entering with the cane still raised above my head, ready to slam it like a baseball bat against any unsuspected mugger or whatever, I enter while whispering to matthew "let's check the room first"
He follow me as I check around, some modern looking couches circle the earth fixed into the wall, the sounds of our shoes creaking aginst the ground put me at edge but....it does seems like today is actually a great day...or like a bad day?
Since I always say that great days are like when I get mugged and shit.
So it's supposed to be a bad day?
Since nothing happening now I guess it would be a pretty bad da-! A heavy thump resonate in the room. Making me go full overdrive as I turn around as fast as I possibly can.
GREAT DAY, ALERT GREAT DAY.
the cane in my hands ready itself to fly into Matth-! Matthew's face? He look at me and pick up the...sword? "Found that on the drawer" he say as if that explained everything, and it kinda do.
Sighing loudly, my arms relax, hanging beside my body
"fuck"
The slytherin scared me.
The three others come into the room, mousy wisely fucking say "told you there was nothing" before going back to snickering around.
Looks like it's a good day then?
Looking at the sword malfoy got, jealousy rise up.
I want a sword too, looking around quickly reveal more weapons.
I don't like that.
Looks like there is five of them, a bow with a quiver resting against one of the couch.
Two small daggers digging into the wooden wall of the room.
A shield hanging on the wall like a decoration just above the hearth, and a spea-! Interupting my own inner monologue I rush to grab the spear, hell yeahhhhhh pointy stick!
Admiring my new top of the line weapon, I turn my head to see balrow beside me.
I look at him, he look at me.
I give him his cane, he take the cane.
I nod, he nods.
I turn around, he turns around.
I leave, he leave.
I really like that badass grandpa.
Keeping up on my track, I casually inspect the room with one eye, as I move my spear around, trying to figure out the weight, or something.
I'm not really sure what I'm doing honestly but I watched a lot of movies where the main character figured out a weapon weight and all as if that was useful.
I'm not saying what I'm doing is useless.
I'm saying I don't know what I'm doing.
That's different.
Reaching the middle couch alone, I sit down on it as the other go do....whatever they gotta do.
Fuuuuuck I wanna sleep again.
The only sounds in the room being the cozy burning fire and the enthusiastic background discussions mousy have with anyone and everyone in the group, doesn't help.
Just make me want to fall asleep even more, I'm just so damn exhausted.
I could just go for a n-the sounds of an impact so hard it make my body shake from afar make me jump out of my little relaxing moment.
Standing up, my head turn to look at the doors that just closed behind us. [Please accustom yourself with your new weapons! The rest of the tutorial shall proceed soon! Feel free to gather them in your inventory by saying 'inventory'] the little red notification hanging at a corner of my peripheral view explain what happened.
This damn system, I'm sure he's doing it willingly, like keeping us on our toes and shit, the guy sounds like a sadist.
Sitting back on my couch a voice resonate in the room.
"So what do we do now?" Again mousy, eager to start up a conversation
"we pick up our arms" balrow is the first to answer as he grab the shield above the hearth...wait a shield?
"Why the shield?"
He figure out how to strap the shield on his arm "this old man will protect the new generation"
...huh, okay. Pretty weird way thing to say...but I respect the decision.
A quick look behind my back reveal Matthew, malfoy, tsk, I really need to figure out what to call him already.
in any case, matthew is piercing around with the sword trying to do some...fencing with it? "You fence?" I ask matthew, he answer with a simple nod and add "I do, however, this." looking down with a grimace at his sword, he continue "is not a fencing tool, I cannot guarantee excellence"
He talk so weirdly, why do they all talk so weirdly?
Jenna is trying to draw the bow with difficulty "ah shit!" and fail, hurting her fingers.
Mousy, with the daggers in her hands go see the injured Jenna "you're fine?" "yeah yeah, just pretty hard to use this" the girls keep on talking as I drone out and try to figure out where will the danger appear.
There isn't any doors but the one we came from.
Probably will happen again.
I need to plan.
This system is strange as f-! MY TITLE! Thinking status, it appear.
[Ludger emellini
-body: 10
-mind: 10
-magic: 1
Essence: 50/100
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Titles: Homocidal (epic)
________
Skills:]
Well, there are new things for sure, firstly, 1 magic?
Why? Messing with the system a little bit, I don't find anything, annoyed, I go to inspect my titles, thinking hard about my title, another pop up appear.
[Homocidal: You're quite eager to PUMMEL your ennemies till they can't breathe! Everybody can know that! Feel that! Be assured, no one will take you for a wimpy kid!
You are made for slaughter!]
I wanna jump off a bridge.
Sighing loudly, I try to understand what does that mean? Is it just a pretty thing that stay in my status?
Epic sounds really rare to be honest.
Top 450 out of 8 billion is really rare to be honest.
Does it give me anything? The second I think about what does it give me, another message appear in front of me
[Do you wish to view the additional benefits?]
YES
[Homocidal:
Provide 500 mystical fear.
Provide 250 magical instinct human chasing.
Provide 250 magical instinct human slaughthering.]
So useful, so fucking useful, what do they do?
[You do not have the clearence for this information]
Obviously.
So like what now? I'm super good at scaring people magically? Perhaps that's why my consultant was gonna shit himself? Or why the group was so suspicious at the start?
+1 for the not triggering me theory.
Yes, yes, it's starting to make sense.
Yes, yes...or it's complete bull crap.
Let me guess, the thousand combined give me a magic point? What are those substats?
[Do you wish to observe your magical substats?]
Here we go I guess.
[Magic: 1
-500 mystical fear
-250 magical instinct human chasing
-250 magical instinct human slaughthering]
This is so arbitery I swear, I guess those are my substats? Only mine? What do I need to do? Unlock the other ones? My question brought the setting page up. [Do you wish to read the substats? Please choose your mode:
-possesed substats
-create a template
-zooming out 8, 64, 4096, 16777216, insert a number.
You only have clearence for a maximum of 50 zooming out]
WHY NOT 64 IF IT'S 8 AND THEN 64!
No answer.
Whatever, let's play with those, so if I do something like, zoom out fifty body?
[Body: 10
-352 grip strength
-231 aerobic energy system
-431 anaerobic energy system
-612 anaerobic lactic energy system
-120 atp production
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And it kept on going again and again, it never stop, all those stats, substats, showing perfectly little round numbers, detailling things like the amount of type 1 muscle fibers comparing to my type 2 a ones.
Oddly enough the lower I get the less substats there is? Like it started with 600, and the bottom ones are around 30-40
I would say it's organized like that. But....uhhh my first four substats prove me wrong.
So whatever I guess?
I have a lot of questions, lots of them, why everything is rounded? [Do you wish to show a more accurate representation of your substats?"
Yes?
[Body: 9.89328191819328288181728391019293019192947371938472829293729197391017372172817111111188997338290090372892911917....close it I get it now]
I get it, is th[be aware that measurements may be unexact and represent an approximation] ....got it.
Got it, damn, that actually, answer a lot....like a lot, still doesn't help me understand what my magical stats are but, those...all of those, are the substats?
The second after that thought, the door behind us start groaning in pain.
That's the only way I can describe that sound.
[please ready yourself for the first step of the tutorial!]
I knew it was a great day.