"It's just a little thing that I've been doing on the side, nothing big," I said, closing my laptop.
Lana sat across from me, reading a book on musical theory. She was in her second year of classical music in university. I had decided it would be best for me to work. I didn't get accepted into any of the sports teams in college (not like I was really aiming for it). My side business had boomed since high school, and I made good money from the students at Lana's university. She was my ticket in, and I spread my net like a fisherman and caught a haul.
"I told you I'm fine. It's just rumours. I know you been writing essays and papers for people since high school," she said, not taking her eyes off her book.
"You knew about it in high school," I asked, grabbing the tv remote and putting my feet up on the coffee table.
"People talk, Jamie. Nothing stays secret forever."
"Tell that to CIA."
"I'm sure they already know." I poked her side, and she giggled. "Stop." I did it again, and she tried her best to keep it all in. "Jamie."
"Is that book more interesting than me," I said, abandoning the idea of tv and trying to snuggle up.
"Uh, yes."
"You don't mean that." I poked her some more till I was able to wrap my arms around her. I pulled her on top of me and started kissing her neck.
"Jamie," she said, not refusing me (she was enjoying it as much as I was). "I need to study."
"So do I. It would seem that I have forgotten what you looked like without clothes on."
"Maybe you need a reminder."
I jolted awake. "A dream," I thought, "More like a memory."
I glanced around the room and noticed the strange woman bathing in the water I had drunk out of.
"Gross," I said.
"When you live here, you don't complain," the woman said. She was at least thirty to forty meters away from me, but she heard me as clear as if I was right next to her.
I found myself sitting on the stone bed. It wasn't cold like I had thought but was warm and comfortable.
"How're you feeling?"
I balled my hand into a fist tightly and then released it.
"Better, I guess."
"Why don't you check your stats?"
"Status," I said, and a green screen appeared before me. It was almost see-through like the blue screens, but this one wasn't cracked. My level was still one, but my stats were positive again. Each stat at ten, and my growth had jumped up to four times. What struck me more than my increased growth was the titles I had obtained. The first was the Mask, a title I had gained after many fights and battles with people I have copied skills from.
I had worn a mask to hide my face from strangers; I wasn't wearing it in the fight, my sisters. I had put it away since I was going home. It drew more attention than it was worth.
The second title (which was above the Mask title) was Administrator. I knew exactly what that meant. I was now in charge. There was even a tab for all the skills in the system. That was when I learned what it was made for.
I admit that Drykena was a deity and strong one at that. There was no way for the system to make the administrator powerful. You couldn't hack your way to the top, such as changing health or strength values. Just like it was on earth, you had to work hard to get strong.
The system's strength came with the ability to share it with others. It was made to gain followers and thus creating an army that you could call your own. Meaning every individual on the planet who had the system could be manipulated and forced to fight for Drykena. Because everyone on the planet used the system. They are born with it.
"Looks like it works," the woman said, approaching me. I quickly looked away.
"Geez! You could at least put some clothes on," I said.
"Relax, we're all adults here."
"Still, please."
"It's my cave. Deal with it."
I kept my head turned away. I could hear her getting closer, the water dripping off her toned body and plopping onto the floor. Curling the dust on the ground in small balls of mud.
I had never really looked at her before. I was too busy dealing with the amount of information that was dumped on me. She wasn't old, but she sounded old. She looked at least in her thirties, but her skin was as young as a twenty-year-old.
"Are you dressed," I asked, and she sighed.
"Yes."
I turned around to see her still naked but now sitting by the table. I quickly turned away.
"What's wrong with you?"
"For a guy with no eyeballs, you seem to see very well."
I had forgotten about that. I had gotten too comfortable without realizing it. My body was still the blackened mess that it was—a starving mess.
"[Overseer]," I said, and the woman's status screen appeared before me. It was a red screen, but her name, stats, and titles were shrouded in question marks.
"You can't see my stats because I haven't given you access to my system."
"Is there more like us?"
"Of course, many other worlds have systems, or I think they do. Haven't left Rolrista, but I'm sure there other individuals with their own systems."
"We're the only ones on the planet that has their own system," I said, trying to keep my curiosity down.
"No, I am not the first to have the [Copywriter] skill, but you are the first earthling to have your own system."
"Now what?"
"What else have you copied?"
"Everything."
She laughed, howling. "You're like a kid in a candy shop. You want everything."
"I don't think I did anything wrong," I said.
"Of course not, but you've been living wrong."
Living wrong. The way she said it hurt my pride. It was all I ever knew of living. I would copy from the best, and that would pay my rent. I stole from everybody. Stole. I didn't change the way I lived from my old life. I just kept living it out in the open. I had lost my family just like how I had lost everything in my first life. Lana, what have I done to you?
"Can you teach me," I asked.
"I can't just release you back into the world like that. You look just like a demon."
"I'm not a demon."
"I know," she said. I could hear the sadness in her voice. She knew my pain. Being called something you weren't even though you begged to be recognized—an outcast. "But you need learn that you will never be one of them."
I glanced down at my hands. They were long, and my skin was clinging to my bones—the skin just a space black of emptiness.
"First thing I will teach you. You copy for a reason. You take to build something not to hoard, and then you make it yours."
My body was in pain. I wheezed as I pulled my face close to the floor; black sweat dripped from my chin. I pushed myself back up."Argggh," I grunted out. Every cell in my body was screaming for me to stop. I was doing a mere push-up.Kali was the woman's name, and when she told me that I was being expelled from the system. She meant everything. That divine attack had reset me back to an infant (even though I look like an adult). I needed to rebuild my body."Is that all you got," Kail said, doing push-ups. She was only using her fingers to hold herself up. "Does your goal only sit so low on your list of things to do? Where is that drive?"I let out another scream and went down for another rep. My goal had changed since coming down he
I was about seventeen, and I had pretty much stolen everyone's skills and blessings in my village. Matilda had left for the capital along with Fiona. That irked me because I didn't want to be left behind. Still, Fiona was very adamant against me going to the capital. She'd used the excuse, "Who's going to take care of mom and dad if we're all gone. Plus, you're too weak. We'd be always protecting you."She was wrong, of course; even though I was level eight (and they were in their twenties) with the skills I had, I could easily match them in strength, but as I grew older, I noticed my growth really hindering me. I had to compensate by getting more skills.My sisters didn't head off to the capital for giggles. They joined the Royal Academy of Chadel and passed the entrance exam with flying colours. Fiona was a 'sure in' because of her br
"What happened to you," Matilda said, approaching me; the wooden sword in her hand was loose."You all forgot about me," I said and lunged towards her. I wasn't fast, but I was stable.Matilda quickly readied herself to block my attack. "I never forgot about you," she roared, but her words fell on deaf ears. I was already attacking her.She blocked my attack and was surprised as my sword slid off of hers like it was doused with oil. Smooth and without any unnecessary movement. My moves were surgical, and the battlefield was my operating room.Matilda had no choice but to focus. My moves were coming out fast. She shoved me back and started her attack.Instead of a standstill, where we
The sound of electrical sparks and booming thunder echoed throughout the forest. We had no choice but to practice in the forest to hide from curious eyes.It had been a couple of months since Jonathan had been living in the cabin. He had started to show growth, and I felt like all my hard work was paying off.I had never been attracted to the Emperor's Swordsmanship, but now, I could feel how amazing it was with the second part. It completed the first part and passively cleaned out the veins of the body for magic. It was turning us into the perfect vessels for the sword style. Lightning flowed through the body to increase speed, and thunder was expelled from the body for damage.It was a better way than what most people used. The first part of the swordsmanship was taught to every sold
Autumn was setting in again.A chilly breeze swung through the forest and over the lake. I was sitting on the pier my father had built.It calmed me, and it was probably why my father made it. He was stressing over his wound, not being able to fight like he always did. It's a pain when you lose a skill that made your career. It was all you ever knew, and to have it taken from you by an injury; it can be demoralizing. He wasn't only stressing over that but also over my mother. She was getting worse, and there was nothing he could do to help her. The medicine that she needed was on the other side of the region. The Mountains of Fangs is what they called it. That's where a particular herb could be found called Lifewater. The problem was the increase of deadly animals. Fanged wolves and fanged bears were common and aggressive. A strong figh
Kali released her grip and sat down next to me."Interesting," she said. "Who'd think that brat would create such a cruel dynasty.""What?""I'm talking about that Callum brat. The first one, not the seventh or whatever. I thought you let him live?"I didn't. How old are you," I asked.She pondered my questions a bit. Chewing on it like a piece of meat, wondering if she should answer or swallow the question."I'm old. Very old. A friend groomed just like you did but got too attached. He adopted an orphan and raised her like she was his own, only to kill her when she reached the peak of her skill. He changed after that. That's why I
The pool slipped its way into my pores and every hole on my body. It squirmed inside me, pushing something out of my chest.Everything was dark except for the eerie blue-green glow of light shining from the surface downward. The water was clear but foggy. I swore I saw something in the distance. It was large, or maybe it was nothing.I closed my eyes and accepted my fate.I couldn't fight back because my body wouldn't move.I couldn't talk back because I couldn't speak.Then I heard her."Jamie?" Jamie. James. James!"My eyes shot open.
My blood poured out onto the floor as the water washed into the foyer of the apartment. Lana was gone, and only the water remained.I glanced up to see my apartment. But the piles of garbage bags were missing. It was clean and looked like a couple was living there. They had matching mugs with a single letter on them. There were photos of a man and woman together. I couldn't make out who they were. The bathroom had two different coloured toothbrushes and two different body wash.I limped through the halls holding my side. Lana or whatever it was had punched a small hole into me. She had sliced me pretty good as well. My body was riddled with cuts.The apartment was mine; I knew this, but why couldn't I remember who I lived here with. I couldn't remember; everything was fuzzy.