Beginning for experts

"Move it, you stupid wolf! Do you want to get hit?" That was about the first thing I heard, being said by someone else a to a wolf that stood on the road. The person who had yelled, I recognised as one of my fellow gamers, but before I could say something, the wolf became bigger and his form became humanoid with long, white fangs that reached out of his mouth and his eyes started getting bloodshot. "What was that?" Deep, growling sounds started coming out of its snout. But the player being enraged, for some reason I don't know, didn't want to back down and as I know that the NPCs here have an own personality, they act on their own thoughts, what came next didn't surprise me.

The player started getting into his wolf form as well but was only half way finished. Instead of having the whole body covered in fur and getting wolf limbs like a wolf head, claws and paws. He looked more like wolverine with no wolf head, a bit more fur than normal and claws that came out of his knuckles.

And then the fight started. The two literally jumped on each other with bared fangs. Tangled into one another, they wrestled on the ground trying to get a good hit at the opponent. Unfortunately for the player, his skill mastery wasn't that high yet and therefore hasn't unlocked the wolf head yet. That's why there wasn't any chance, that the player could have won. With time, the fight was getting more intense and it gathered attention from other werewolves. Then after both have been bitten and scratched bloody, the wolfman got a good chance and bit off the head of the player. From the hole that appeared there from one moment to the other, blood spurted out and I got sick from the sight. The corpse of the deceased player didn't disappear but stayed there, until some others came, that carried away the headless corpse. Instead of saying hello to the other wolfmen in the village, I turned around and ran away into the wild, with nothing but my skin on and my inventory empty, with nothing in it, not even any clothes. I ran away because of disgust, not wanting to show weakness in front of all those warriors. I ran and ran until I got a message.

[Due to long running, your stamina has been depleted. You can't run nor walk anymore. Sit down and make a pause as soon as possible]

[Long running has increased your Agility by 4]

"Was it possible that everything in here, follows the rules of real life? I have to test it."

Picking up a dry stick and a few leaves, I twist it between my hands so that it creates friction. Slowly, smoke starts to rise and after hiding in the wind averted side of a wall, which starts to mouth into a cave, fire began to emerge from the leaves. "Yeah! I am right! Actually, pretty much is the same, except the magic which can't be explained yet. Even the graphics in here are set to look like in the real world. And it said multiverse! There must be several worlds!" But that should be things for the future, my first concern should be on how to return from this place. I didn't look in which direction I headed into and I am too far away for the village to be shown on the map. Ah, forget it. I will follow the cave and see what happens. Maybe there is something exciting down there. But first my character sheet, I think that was what Kishtan mentioned.

- Character sheet

Name: Bo (real-life: Bob)

Title: None

Race:Demonic draconian*

Occupation: High priest of Kishtan*

Level: 1

Hit points: 600

Vitality: 10 + 50

Magic points: 900

Intelligence: 10 + 80

Strength: 10 + 90

Attack power: 500

Agility: 10 + 20 + 4

Resistances: (not in percentages; only Kishtan and other bosses have this)

~Magic: 20

~Physical: 20

~Elemental: 30

~Holy: 15

~Dark: 40

Skill list:

- (passive) Increased resistances

- (passive) Fire resistance

- (active) Demon Morph

- (active) Heal (myself and others, dependent on what to do)

- (active) Summon guardians (found and recruited by your own; no limit but must be loyal to you)

- (active) Create miracle (depends on your words; can be a curse or a cure)

- (passive) Cool mind (during battle you will not lose overview of it and you will not let the situation influence your choices)

I stood up and followed the cave with nothing in my hands. Somehow I was able to see in the dark, probably due to my race change. The cave looked like it hasn't been used ever because the rough surface of the stone pierced into my footsole and the rain which came from outside, started to pour inside along the now wet wall, slowly dropping in some kind of pond. Walking further, I see it. A small grey pond appeared my night vision-like kind of view. Everything was in shades of grey, black, if there were shadows or no light at all, grey if there is at least a bit light and white if it's in the moonlight. But I haven't seen any living beings yet, after night has arrived. Sneaking to the pond, I hope that there are fishes in it. Arriving at the shore of the pond, I realise that there won't be anything in it and feel the cold and wet ground below me, seeing that there was brown-red sand below my feet. Suddenly, a red spot, with some yellow around it, came into my direction. The weird thing was, that it came from the direction of the water. Bigger and bigger did it grow, another one came and a third was coming as well. Panickly running back the way up, I hide behind a big, dark boulder. Things, with big fins instead of feets slowly, came out of the water.

Gurgling noises came out of the man' mouth. The two others came out of the water. A more female one, with breasts, that weren't hidden, she held a child at her hand, pulling it after her. The man started speaking again, this time with tears in his eyes: "My goddess Aqua, we came here to offer you a sacrifice, our tribe has been suffering, since that big seamonster appeared to disturb us in our peace. Please send it away with your heavenly might and let it never again kill us and our beloved ones. Take my son, the warrior apprentice with the most talent, as a sacrifice. Save one or save the tribe. Although it hurts me deep into the core of my heart, as a tribe leader, I have to think for the best of the tribe."

"NO! DAD! Why are you doing this to me?" he started to cry soundly and even the mother had started crying, missing her child already.

"Shut up child. Think of your duty as the tribe leader's child! Your duty to your people has to be the most important thing in your life. Take this as a last lesson I can give you. Good bye son."

"I hate you! LET ME GO!!! I don't want to do this!"

"I am sorry son."

With that last sentence, the bulky tribeleader stabbed his son, which had yet to develop anything noteworthy besides his slightly defined muscles at his arms and torso. The little merman suddenly stirred his body and the bigger merman sligthly missed the heart. Nonetheless, the little man stopped moving and the miserable feeling parents no longer wanted to see their dead son. So they slowly drift of into the depth of the pond and with an underground connection back into the wide sea, letting Aqua take the body back into the sea by her own. I hurriedly ran back to the pond and slide beside the little merman. Again, the fear to see blood wants me to vomit again after seeing the heavily injured chest, where blood still pooled out. Holding his head in my arms, I look at his eyes and want to close them for rest. But the azure eyes, looking into the distance, suddenly turned to me. Gasping, I jerk back out of shock and let the head bump back into the now redder sand, causing the poor merman to be in more pain than before. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Let me help you. As the spell, Heal, probably won't heal a pierced heart, I will try another one and produce a miracle.

- Create miracle

"Having received unethical treatment, this poor merman was sacrificed for a cause he didn't want to die, under conditions he didn't want to die, and by the hand of people he didn't want to die from. Let restoration and strength be upon him. Mend!"

A red light appeared around his hands and he pressed them on the pierced chest of the merman.

Slowly, the bloody chests was pieced together again and soon only the blood stayed on it, with no wound anymore. Because I said strength, his slightly defined muscles on the arms, torso and even in the fin, became hard as iron and were so defined that even trained warriors would feel awe at the look of it.

"There you go, boy. Now you can go back to your tribe."

With a much softer voice now, not broken by despair in the face of death anymore, he said: "No! I don't want to go back to them. They left me alone to die, wanted to kill me and even my family said I wasn't that important to them as the tribe was."

"What do you want to do then? And can you tell me your name?"

"My name is Mo'sam. And I want to follow you."