- Aaaaaa!!!
Damn, my head hurts!
Eh…
My eyes are still cloudy. What exactly happened? Where am I? And just as importantly, who am I?
So, the pain seems to have subsided. I'll try to see the white light again.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a picture that, until that moment, I thought could only be seen in fantasy novels. Namely, the game status!
Name: Alex Reith
Race: Human
Age: 21
-Power: 8
-Speed:10
-Dexterity: 9
-Endurance: 9
-Intelligence: 19
- Charisma: 11
Free points: 10
Skills:
Passive: The mind of the player
Active: none
Achievements: none
Player's Mind: Allows the player to reason calmly and logically. Preserves peace of mind. Immunity to psychological effects.
Are you kidding me? Did I end up in another world with a player system?
Closing my eyes and calming down a bit, I decided to think about the situation properly.
First of all, I do not know who I am. Amnesia? Maybe. But I still remember many events from my life: I remember studying, reading books, listening to music. However, I can't remember the names and faces of the people I was in contact with anyway. But to my surprise, I clearly remember actors and singers whom I watched on TV or the Internet.
Secondly... I'm in some stinking alley right now.
When I opened my eyes, I noticed that the status icon had disappeared. Hmm, a glitch? How do I call the game panel there?
- Status.
Oh, it appeared! So it's real. I was hoping I was imagining things. So, my stats... I don't even know if they're high or not. Well, I think I'll figure it out eventually.
I have 10 free points that I can distribute. We'll hold off on that for now, since I haven't fully figured it out yet. Let's not rush it.
Getting to my feet, I trudged forward, trying to find out at least a little about my location.
It was the middle of the night outside, but fortunately it was relatively light on the streets of this city. But all the same, I couldn't help feeling the depressing gloom of this place. I'm probably pushing myself too hard.
Passing by a store, I could finally see myself properly in the reflection of its windows.
Hmm, if you wash your hair and face properly, try on more or less suitable clothes, you can even call yourself a handsome man.
Yeah, skinny arms, skinny body... judging by the clothes and my not very attractive appearance, I'm ready to conclude that I'm probably a homeless waif.
It doesn't get any easier from hour to hour.
While I was walking in an unknown direction, I realized that my worn shoes were not very comfortable. Sitting down on the ground to take off my shoes, I became the lucky owner of ten dollars and a crumpled identity document! I am human! The system did not deceive me: my real name is Alex Reith, I am 21 years old and I do not have a home. Great...
Ten dollars is my entire stash, or it's the stash of the guy I've moved into. No, well, the theory of the transmigration of the soul into someone else's body has not been canceled. So I'm not going to throw that thought in the trash for now. Well, anyway, I already have the start-up capital.
While I was wandering the night streets of a city unknown to me, I managed to get really hungry. But, now is not the time to eat, but the time to find answers to some questions that torment me.
I've finally reached the right place... the city dump!
So, let's not bother the local homeless, and let's go look for answers, while avoiding threatening predatory glances.
Can you ask me what you want to find here? The answer is quite simple... newspapers! They will be able to shed some light on my current affairs.
So, after searching the local landfill of high-quality fertilizers, I was able to find only five or less whole newspapers. If I'm not mistaken, newspapers are in great demand among the residents of this territory.… I saw several local intellectuals using them to build themselves a warm campfire.
So I'm grateful that I was able to find at least five valuable sources of information.
And so, the first three newspapers were practically useless. Well, except that with their help, I was finally able to find out the name of the city I'm in now.
- Gotham City…
I've heard that before. Oh, apparently, my theory about getting into the body of this homeless man is getting stronger.
The fourth newspaper put a bold end to my theory.
It mentioned a man in a bat costume, or it wasn't a costume. In general, it is not specified, because the newspaper itself was not sure that he was human. Some claim to have seen a real demon.
The Batman…
I got into the world of DC comics… I don't remember my life, but for some reason I know this fictional superhero universe very well. It seems like I was an avid fan of superhero comics.
Oh, I remember a lot of fanfiction in which the main character enters the DC world. I never thought that I would become one of the popodans. And even with a gamer's system…
But in all these stories, isn't the main character given at least some basic information?!
I don't remember dying, or being greeted by the God of Games, or any other higher being. I just showed up here... bang, that's it.…
It's a little unfair.…
And what should I do? Do I have a mission, or am I completely free to make my own decisions?
I stopped thinking about the structure of this universe for a while, and turned my gaze to the last folded newspaper.
Unlike the others, this one carried information not only about Gotham, but about the entire country as a whole.
Logically, it shouldn't have affected me much, because I was already ready for anything. But she still managed to make me sit on my ass with a stupid face.
Tony Stark, Iron Man… Are you serious?
I thought I was in the DC world. Where did the Marvel universe character come from?!
Maybe these newspapers are just some, uh, I don't know, from some crazy fan's collection? Yeah, that would be great, but I'm afraid it's not.
A very crazy theory has formed in my bowler hat. I wonder if I should give her the green light or not?
I got into a world where Marvel and DC characters exist together. I know it's crazy, but if you look at it from the other side... why not?
There's so little information. I urgently need a computer connected to the Internet. I have to learn more about this world.
Hmm, I'm much more calm than expected. I don't know if I was like this in my previous life, or if it's all about skill, which is reflected in my status.
The player's mind…
It's a great thing! It will give me complete immunity to psychic attacks. I would really hate for some bald telepath in an armchair to accidentally read my mind and find out my future, and at the same time the future of this multiverse.
However, I still have to find out how things are going with the canon here.…
Therefore, a calm mind is very useful to me. It's a pity that I don't have a "Player's Body" either. This leads me to believe that my system is incomplete.
I've been trying to use "Analysis" on various objects for quite some time, but to no avail.
I don't have a store or a lottery.…
Now I want to test one of the most necessary functions of the player.
- Inventory.
The status table disappeared, and a table with empty cells appeared instead.
Hooray! It's working! I took a rusty piece of metal from the ground and put it in an empty slot. Succeeded.
I continued to experiment and managed to fit more than half a ton of garbage in there. When I was satisfied with the experiment, I dumped the trash back out.
So, from the looks of it, my inventory is bottomless. At least one good news per day!
Next, I was trying to figure out my status.
My name is Alex Reith, age 21…
I do not know my name, or the name of this homeless kid. I'm 21... I'm quite happy with my age. I don't remember how old I was in my previous life. However, it doesn't matter.
But then I noticed something that made me a little uneasy. The level system. She's gone.
It looks like I won't be able to raise my level... great! I really came across a defective system.
So, next... strength, speed, agility, endurance, intelligence and charisma.
Everything looks pretty sad, except for my intelligence. The rest of the numbers are scary to look at.
If I'm not mistaken, 10 is the average person's score. Following this logic, the number 20 belongs to a person with high talent. 30 characterizes professional athletes who are approaching their limits. So, the number 40 means the human limit.
However, my intuition tells me that the same Batman most likely has numbers closer to 50 in his status. And intelligence should be approaching 70 anyway.
Where do I get these feelings from?
Why is there no "intuition" characteristic in my status? I'm sure I have it even more than intelligence.
So, my status is very poor. And both gaming and real.
So okay, we need to figure out what to do next? Since no one has instructed me how to behave in this world and who I am here, it means that I have the right to do whatever I want.
But what do I want? What is my goal?
If I can't think of anything, I'll follow my heart.
First of all, I want a luxurious life for myself. Secondly, to have many wives. I don't know why, but I want a harem. Maybe it was an unfulfilled dream in my previous life?
Thirdly, to have the power to protect my life and the lives of my loved ones. In this world, danger lurks at every turn.
Since I've been given what I consider to be a second chance, I have no right to miss it. I really wouldn't want to die from Thanos' click, or from Darkseid's invasion.
And to achieve the three points above, first of all, I will need money, a lot of money!