In a dark room
where breathing was barely audible, a man struggled to inhale. Coughing
violently, blood spilled from his mouth. He clung desperately to a tank filled
with an unidentified fluid.
"Wait for me," the man whispered weakly.
"I will kill them all, just you wait for m—"
He vomited blood. As breathing became harder, he slowly lowered his head. His eyelids grew heavy, and he felt so sleepy. Giving in to the cold sensation, his eyes shut.
Suddenly, a warm
sensation enveloped him.
"What is this?"
*Ding.* A mysterious sound echoed. Confused, the young man opened his eyes slightly, his vision blurry. Before him appeared blue text with the following message:
*Player **** has been transferred into
Leon's body. Consciousness and points are being converted.*
He was barely conscious enough to question anything. Then, a red screen followed:
*Error occurred during consciousness
transfer; the player's memories were destroyed due to their death.*
His eyes jolted open.
"What?"
*Memories will be restored after
repairing the damage.*
He looked at the
text, questioning if he had finally gone mad.
*50% of the consciousness transfer
complete.*
"Huh?" he muttered weakly. But before he could think further, his consciousness slipped away like sand through his fingers.
When he woke up, he
found himself in a completely white place, surrounded by many people. They spoke different languages, representing various parts of the world. Among them stood a peculiar figure—a person with goat-like features, large horns, and a human body. He wore a black suit, and above his head floated a red-black name:
§SKOUT§
The murmurs of concern and confusion from the crowd filled the air.
"I swear I was helping my dad, and then *poof*, I was here."
"Man, I was gaming…"
The babble of voices was suddenly cut short by a piercing sound—a shriek like a dying animal that sent shivers racing down every spine. The people fell silent, their fear palpable. Then, a deep, gravelly voice, rough as if weathered by decades of smoke, broke the stillness:
"Now that I have
your attention…"
The goat-like figure raised his arms to shoulder height, its crimson gaze scanning the terrified crowd.
"There will be a test," it said, each word laden with grim finality, "to select heroes capable of saving the world from destruction."
Away from the
commotion, a cold sweat ran down his face. An unsettling feeling crept over him
as he realized he couldn't remember his own name.
"How can this be possible?" he thought to himself, not daring to speak.
*Who am I?* he
wondered, clutching his chest tightly. It felt as if part of him had
vanished.
A faint whisper
broke through the fog of his mind, snapping him back to the present.
"Isn't this the starting logo of the game *Sword and Blood*?" someone said nearby.
He sensed a familiar word.
"Wait," he reached out, touching the man's shoulder. "What did you just sa—"
He spoke aloud,
Skout interrupted, gazing straight at him.
"Don't panic. Everything will become clear soon."
People began panicking, fear taking control of them. One of the many present stood up, speaking confidently.
"Alright, good job on the advertisement. Now let me out."
The place fellsilent. Skout shifted his head slowly toward the man, his crimson eyes locking onto him. The man's stomach twisted, his heart pounded, and his legs began to shake.
In a menacing voice, Skout said,
"Who said you can talk?"
The man skin began to peel. He looked at his hands in confusion as the pain settled in, and
he started screaming.
Skout continued,
ignoring the man's pleading
"I tell you when you can speak."
The man skin peeled away, his screams filling the air as his flesh melted and his eyes
popped from their sockets. The crowd watched in horror, their fear turning to
sheer terror. Some tried to run, but it was futile.
I knew it was impossible. I stood still, not daring to move. As Skout descended, his feet
touched the ground, and I felt as if my lungs were being crushed. Breathing
became impossible, but I stood still, instinctively knowing that if I moved, I
would die.
With a single motion of Skout's hand, those who had attempted to flee were
decapitated, their heads rolling across the floor
Before I suffocate The pressure loosen and I finally Took a breath
Skout looked at the rest of us and clapped with his hands
" for those who had the courage to stand to not flee You have the privilege to live
Skout raised his hand snapping his finger the ground crumbled and broke off under their feet everything went black .
§§Sword and Blood §§
The game had been a notorious RPG shrouded in mystery. Its player count was unknown, and its allure lay in its unparalleled difficulty. Each character was entirely unique, their existence bound to a single player. No two people could inhabit the same role. But its most infamous trait was its brutal finality: death was irreversible. If a character died, all progress was wiped clean. The user would lose their claim to that character,
After getting teleported to another place, he began to look around.
, "It seems I've arrived in a village or a small town. He Thought to himself
There are approximately six people here." His attention was drawn to a girl who had horns. Among the six people, four resembled humans, but there were peculiar features like horns, wings, deer antlers, cat ears, and a pale-skinned person with striking blue eyes.
The most ordinary-looking person wore a white suit. He had blond hair, a light beard, and an expression of astonishment on his face. It Took HIM a moment to noticed that there was someone else among them, wearing pajamas with a drawing of Son Goku from Dragon hall. This tall individual had dark blue hair, small horns, a light beard, and dark circles under his eyes.
He Yawned showing inhuman like teeth
"Welcome I am Reilly the demon. You are now in the first test.
A girl with pink hair and white horns Stepped closer
"Who are you, and where are we? Why did you bring us here?"
Reilly with a tired expression sighed
"First, let me clarify one thing. I didn't bring you here that's all I can say about it and about why you were chosen
He scratched his chin before he continues
it's simple because You all are players of {s&b}.
He then looked at his watch and said
And Now we don't have time for questions In a week, individual battles will take place . I pray for your success Now, farewell
Every one felt puzzled as Reilly left as he gave vague answer's
HE scratched the back of his head And looked at the rest of the people with him
"I need to leave a good impression." He thought to himself
The man in the white suit approached HIM with a cheerful demeanor
That guy was really not helpful huh
By the way, we'll use our character names. Do you mind?
HE lift an eyebrow
What do you mean?
The man continued,
"Haven't you noticed? It seems we've transferred into the bodies of the characters we used to play in s&b
HE didn't believe that so he rushed to the nearby fountain to confirm.
HE was surprised and also unsettled for he saw a face that was unfamiliar to him
A young man with thin neck small shoulders long dark blue hair that reach the end of his spine and red eyes he wore white shirt and brown vest they looked old
"shit .what do I tell him . I don't even know my name . let alone this body I'm in he thought to himself
A sense of realization come to him as he remembered the blue window
The man stepped closer to HIM
"So what do you think
HE turned his head faceing the blonde hair man
"My name is Leon
" Leon . if I remember correctly he was one of the characters from the game {s&b} I heard he was a pain in the ass to play as him due to his complexity.
He frowned annoyed
" Great that's the last thing that I wanted Now he thought to himself
" By the way what is your name
The man smiled and said
"I'm Connor. Nice to meet you.
" Connor " Leon repeated his name
Connor left his arm
" Is there something wrong with my name.
Leon Shook his head
No no it just felt familiar
"Oh you know my character is pretty famous you probably heard it some where
Leon nod
"Maybe
"Then come on Allow me to introduce you to everyone.
Leon thought great let's gather information about what situation I'm in right now.
Together, they walked toward the others.
The pink-haired girl was clinging to a long-eared girl
" are you okay can you walk properly
The pink hair girl was struggling to walk her legs trampling like new born lame
Yeah I'm okay it's just was an intense pressure
The long eared girl with a worried face
Yeah I'm afraid of what will come next
"Are these real Horns soo cool
A green hair girl with huge
antlers touching her Horns .
The cat girl slaped her hand
No touching she needs to rest
Away from them
The pale-skinned person smiled and said 'I never thought a day like this would come—an adventure in another world.
Connor scratching his head
They're strange, but they are nice
" I will take your word for it
Then they continue approaching awkwardly
The long eared girl notice them
"Ah Connor you're here it's good that we all together here
" yeah it's surprising to be honest with you
Then her gaze shift towards leon
"And your friend there
Leon dipped his head slightly, placing one hand on his chest and the other behind his back. In an unexpectedly noble tone, he said, "Ah, my apologies. My name is Leon. It is my utmost pleasure to meet you, my lady."
She was taken back and surprised by him
"Ha!? Role-play?
What the fuck was that?! Why did I speak like this?* Leon's inner voice screamed as he stepped back awkwardly. "N-no, I didn't mean to—" he stammered.
She laughed waving it off
" don't worry about it fine. kind relief form the stressful situation we were in
Leon let out a nervous laugh, his embarrassment written all over his face.
"Anyway, my name is Nia. It's nice meeting you," she said warmly.
Then horned girl seated at the fountain said with a grin
It an honour to meet you mister Leon my humble name is Lamia
She looked mischievously
Come on," Connor muttered under his breath. "You didn't have to throw in a British accent."
" it totally normal innit Connor. Lamia teased her grin widening
Another voice cut in. "I see a new face here. Leon, right? My name's Vox."
The pale-skinned boy with striking blue eyes stepped forward, his outfit a mix of a black shirt with orange straps and shorts that reached just below his knees.
Leon squinted, shielding his eyes. "Haaa… so bright."
"Huh?
The girl with antlers rubbing on her hands Said with a Japanese accent
" my name is Ayame Rin it's good to meet you
"Suddenly, a blue screen appeared in front of us. It read, 'The preliminary program has begin
The space collapsed around us
and we found ourselves in a wide grassy field with one peculiar building in front of us
before we can think of anything a blue window appeared in front of us
Status
Name : Leon Ashton
Actual name: *****
Level: 1
Race: human
Embodiment:
Role:* unidentified *
Skill : soul devour (it's the ability to copy a downgrade version of skill from the dead with some of their stats)
Vitality : 10
Strength: 7
Agility: 6
Defence : 4
Luck: 10-
Phobias: