Here I am.
In a new fucking world.
With a new fucked up fate.
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Once I opened my eyes I was in an unfamiliar place.
A library.
It was an old style library with cobwebs all around and books had no covers. Looking around I couldn’t see through the shelves because they were too tightly filled. I could only tell for sure that I was at the edge of the building and that there definitely was a second floor to it.
Oh…
There was a book in my hands.
No cover.
As soon as I thought about opening it, something pushed me from behind.
It’s a door.
Was… it always there?
There’s a small room inside, barely illuminated and only furniture in it is a small coffee table and a rusty chair.
And there’s a book.
It has a cover.
It says… “~~Greatest suffering~~. Monotonous revenge.”
What a curious title.
…It looks rushed…
I went into the room.
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There is no room. Or to be exact there are no walls. It’s void… Where am I?
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I need to open the book… But I can’t?
Pages are glued together…
Ah, this chapter is not.
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…Fallen Paradise?
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And here I am. Inside someone else’s body.
I was in a dark room, dressed in robes that covered half of my face.
Although calling this place a room was hard, it was more akin to some ruins of an abandoned building… And it's filled with people.
“...you do not have a choice. Submit or…”
Someone was talking. The words sound foreign, unfamiliar language… Yet I understood everything.
Ah…
The book I opened in that weird place, it contained memories of this body… a small part of them.
At least I know what's going… on…
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I am a fucking follower of a demonic cult!?
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I need to assess everything.
The people here were divided into two groups. One on a lower floor, clearly scared as some were shaking, the new recruits. They were looking up at what I can only describe as a collapsed second floor. There, their now-superiors were kindly explaining their predicament while looking down on them like bugs.
My body feels stiff…but…
Currently, I was on the second floor… unexpectedly.
From what I can tell, I've worked here for a year, though my position can hardly be called stable, I will not be treated like those poor souls.
“Henceforth, you are divided into groups. Your individual tasks will be handled to you shortly.”
…He didn't mention the punishment for failure…
It’s death, and the number of survivors among those recruits usually doesn't go above 50 percent.
…Is there anything I can do?
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What a fucked up new world I’m in.
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It's over… for now.
The man in charge turned to us “Each one of you is to choose a group and give them a task from your duties. Instruct them as you see fit. Upon failure, kill them, and clean up. However if your group succeeds, you will gain additional merit. After picking your group, provide a report to me or Iron Hound… Go.”
Only after his words did my body start to listen to me properly.
Soon after, chaos ensued. Everyone rushed to pick a good team… and some were even prepared to fight for one…
Damn. I need to move.
There must be someone who's useful, but also-
“You two, follow me.”
Who I can only assume to be Iron Hound pointed at me.
He started walking, and so did I… forcefully.
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This annoys me much more than I thought…
Eldest Brother always hated stuff like this. I should've taken his advice a bit more seriously back then.
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I came to a room in a nearby building. It looked even worse than the previous one… but the inside was completely different.
It was a bustling office building with people actively working… there is no way anyone could tell that this was a hideout of a demonic cult… well if not for the outfits, I guess.
We soon entered the office belonging to Iron Hound.
He is evidently the manager of this branch.
“Sit.”
I sat down on command.
…I will need to do something about it.
He picked up an already filled glass and started drinking while looking out of the window.
“New semester is starting soon.”
Right. I was a student at the Academy…
…At my age?
“The previous year was rather busy for you two, this one will be less action-packed to not gather unnecessary attention.”
Right, it’s the second year.
…Damn, it's the second year? I missed so much good stuff.
“Your tasks will remain the same.”
Right, my task is to courts the strongest women in my year.
…What the actual fuck!?
The hell do you mean!?
And why the fuck do I remember it so naturally when he says it!?
Damn new body! Damn possession!
…And why am I so calm?
Ah I know the answer to that one.
The stress resilience training I went through seems to work even after all those years.
…It's been a while.
“Now let's talk about your academic success.”
Oh damn… am I doing well?
I don't know… why can I not remember this one?
“Two-Face.”
That's me. Or at least that is the nickname they gave me in the cult.
Iron Hound took a step in my direction.
His face was covered with traces of battle… and appears to be recent.
This time, my body couldn't keep as calm.
It felt as if I was pricked by a thousand small needles.
The anticipation of what his words will be finally reminded me of my current situation.
Unfamiliar world, unfamiliar people. And most importantly, forced servitude.
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My situation is dire… and there is nobody to help me.
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“Well done. Continue as you were doing.”
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…that was easy.
But my situation doesn't change.
“Canary Reaper.”
The other person who went in with me is also a student… who is it?
“Y-Yes, sir!”
A girl…
*Thud*
She was hit with a knee kick.
“Did I allow you to speak?”
“Gah *Cough* *Cough*”
She groveled on the ground.
…right, this is where I am.
“Pathetic. You are pathetic. Get better or you will be discarded.”
While the words he said were clearly addressed to her… he was looking at me.
And what his face read was ‘Fail me, and this will be you.’
“Dismissed. You will be summoned when necessary.”
My body was yet again free of control.
I wanted to help Canary Reaper stand up, but stopped myself.
…It would be a bad idea.
All I could do was apologize in a muffled voice as I left.
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There is much to think about.
I slowly walked out of the hideout, but on my way out, Canary bumped into me.
“I don't need your pity.”
She did not stop, and hurried away while holding her stomach.
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Well, trying to find allies here is a waste of time anyway… moreover… there’s just something about her…
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Newly acquired memories led me to the dormitory.
Sun illuminated the room I was in. It was a pretty spacious room, although it was mostly because it had little to no furniture.
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As I sat there, holding my head, I understood two things.
First, I understood that my fate is once again hanging on a thread. What I saw in the book was enough to guess the end that awaits me.
Death, obviously.
As it usually was, my life from here on out will be full of wondering… Wondering if I will die today or not.
Hoo~, and the guy I possessed didn’t even know the half of it…
Secondly…
I stood up. Opened the window.
Outside was a grandiose sight, a building the size of a mountain, and thousands of people hurrying to get in there.
I was on a high floor, so I could observe everything well.
From the main plaza with a fountain to a gloomy forest that screamed “Don’t go in”.
Despite the truth of my predicament…I couldn't help but smile.
“Hello Paradise.”
I am inside the game I played for countless hours.
Fallen Paradise.
Oh, but that’s not the thing I’m excited about… partially.
In this life, I got a second chance at a proper life.
This is not an unwinnable fight.
I did it not just once.
“Hahaha!”
A cheery laughter escaped my lips.
I took a deep breath… Something I couldn’t do before.
Ahh… No pain!
I jumped. I stood on my hands. I even did a backflip!
I am as healthy as I could be.
But most importantly…
I took a bunch of stuff from the nearby table, pens and whatever, 6 things fit in both my hands. Closing my eyes, I threw them in the air. One second later I opened my eyes.
Pen, left hand, another pen left hand, apple right hand, empty cup left hand, notebook right hand, spoon inside the cup.
I caught everything.
Some call it a party trick.
I however know how to utilize it to the extreme.
My smile broadened and I laughed again.
This simple test that I failed to do in the later stages of my life proves it.
My gift is with me.
0 second reaction time.
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This will be fucking easy.
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And so, my new life began.
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Wait, damn… I gotta go to school again?
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Well calling it a school is wrong, this is a prestige academy that is more akin to a mash of military school and a university.
However the right way to call it is religious institution.
After all, the whole world is religious.
For there is the God in this world.
And it’s not like, oh there’s this magic ability that is gained by praying, so there is a god.
No. He exists. He speaks to people, and there is too much proof to deny his existence.
…Is he my God now too?
But that doesn’t matter much now anyway.
He stops his active work once the game starts.
Players thought that was because it would be hard to push the story forward.
…I wonder if that’s the case.
Hmm… Was this world created after the game, or was the game created after this world?
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I will probably never find out, and besides, I have more pressing issues.
How much time do I have before the demons destroy basically everything?
Considering this is the second semester… Damn, so I’ve missed some hidden pieces?
The game splits the areas not by level of the player, but instead by story progression.
Or in other words, each year, students move to the area further from the safety of the capital and closer to the “Edge of the World”. And yes, this world is flat, beat it round-earthers.
…I’m not even streaming, why do I imitate my streamer personality?
Anyways…
Ah right, I have nine years.
The game starts from the enrollment, and after 5 years at university, you get 5 more years to openly roam the world.
…Or not so openly, depending on your choices.
It’s just that I always went with those that let me explore the world to the maximum.
Anyway, it’s time to make plans.
I need to maximize efficiency because I skipped a year.
…And I need to create a whole new plan because I’m not the player of this world.
Moreover… I’m a damn devil worshiper.
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Good thing it was Saturday when I transmigrated. I got to finish my plans for the whole year before evening.
Now, first things first… Is there a system window?
The game had one, and considering even NPCs acknowledge its existence…
“Status Window!”
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This is embarrassing.
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Oh well-
*The look might change in the future*
Name: Roland Miangelli
Alignment: Neutral Good
Power Level: 23
-Stats
Strength: C
Dexterity: C-
Intelligence: B
Faith: D+
Will: B-
Luck: D
-Skills
-Traits
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I was left in shock for a moment there.
Thinking about it and actually seeing it is different.
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So I really am inside a game, huh?
Eldest Brother would be furious if he saw this, he always despised the thought of having a system. Something about not wanting to be someone else's plaything.
Hm… it is more or less the same as in the game…
Damn, this guy is quite a powerhouse for this stage.
If we were to compare it… A regular person would be around level 3 and a regular soldier level 10.
And it’s not like it is a matter of getting xp. Hell no, the game didn’t have anything like that.
The only way to increase your Power Level is becoming stronger.
Raising stats is similarly done through training excessively.
In terms of game progression I was also quite far. The recommended leveling is 10 levels per year until year 5. And I am level 23, a whopping 13 levels more than recommended.
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Hmm… Might as well look at other stuff.
Name: Roland Miangelli
Alignment: Neutral Good
Power Level: 23
-Stats
-Skills
[Spearmanship]: C+
[Acting]: B+
[Pain Tolerance]: C
[Unarmed Combat]: D
-Traits
[Demon Seed]
[Miangelli Bloodline]
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Damn… I kind of saw it in his memories already, but seeing this up-front is quite troubling.
A Demon Seed is quite a shitty thing to have in your body.
If given a command when the seed is fully grown… One transforms into a demon.
And even more annoying are the commands I have to obey…
Knowing the game, it is possible to change the personality of a person if the cult so desires.
Like the thought of being unconditionally loyal to the cult that everyone receives on their first day.
Wait… It doesn't work on me though?
Is it because I am not the original?
No… What the hell did this guy do?
I guess I'm lucky, but that doesn't rid me of all of my troubles.
Fortunately, I know a few ways to get rid of it.
The problem with that is… I am under surveillance.
Moreover I even need to attend their stupid meetings.
Hoo~ one thing is just having a Demon Seed, a lot of students go on with their lives without even knowing they are bound to one day serve the cult… but being a devil worshiper is just f*cked.
Why the heck did this guy join them? He’s not even a bad guy.
Well… I kind of know. Although I didn’t see it in his memories, considering you can only see a hidden trait if you become aware of it yourself, this guy most likely wanted to figure out a way to get rid of it through them… He did it to survive… Except… Why the fuck should I now suffer, you fucker!?
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Anyway.
I wonder what his bloodline trait is about. There were many in the game, and although it was impossible to acquire one as a player, many NPCs had them, so I knew quite a few.
There were some that gave you elemental affinities, and others just helped you increase your stats faster such as Strength or Magic… I mean Faith. I need to be careful with what I say out loud from now on… Magic can only be used by apostates and demons after all… even though they are literally the same thing.
I’m sure I’ll find out about the effects of the Bloodline eventually.
Now I nee-
*Crack*
Hm? Status window opened again?
And why are sparks coming out of it?!
[ER@#R]
*Foosh*
A popup!? One can only appear in a tower though?!
[!@ROR]
*Bang* *Pop*
The hell is going on!? I don’t even recognize those noises?!
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I saw the usually blue system window slowly start changing it’s color to green.
[C@NGR%^L@_)ONS!]
The hell!? Congratulations!? Did I just get a damn achievement!?
That can’t possibly happen! I know of all the achievements! They are account bound!
If it is an achievement, a name for it should now pop up!
[W*$^&# b)#!, @,>”{er]
*Ping*
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Is it over?
[Update Completed]
The. F*ck?
“Status Window!”
Name: Roland Miangelli (Michael ??????????)
Alignment: Neutral (↓)
Power Level: 31 (↑)
-Stats
Strength: C
Dexterity: C-
Intelligence: C+ (↓)
Faith: D (↓)
Will: A+ (↑)
Luck: F (↓)
-Skills
[Spearmanship]: C+
[Acting]: A+ (↑)
[Pain Tolerance]: C
[Unarmed Combat]: C (↑)
[Marksmanship]: C+ (New)
[Knife Mastery]: C (New)
-Traits
[Demon Seed]
[Miangelli Bloodline]
[Enhanced Cognitive Processing]
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This is something else.
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What do you mean I’m more stupid than that guy!?
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After accepting what happened I decided to not think further of it, and just acknowledge that it just showed me my own Status Window instead of Roland’s.
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I’m tired. I guess I’ll just go to sleep for today.
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Tomorrow's a long day.
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After all… I need to meet her.