Starting Out

The system simply left them at that. No other instructions besides level up and beat the dungeon.

He was still stunned by his bone body, so he did the only thing he could and sat there doing nothing for 20 minutes.

As he slowly came to terms with his new life, he knew that he needed to start moving. He didn't notice before, but it seemed like all the machines in his room had stopped working.

He remembered the quest gave him a beginning box for completing it. He looked at [Missions], but didn't know how to open it. The system never closed from when he opened it earlier. He had to say System to open the system, so he thought he had to say

"Mission."

[1 completed mission]

[Tutorial Mission 1

Status: Completed

Reward: Beginner Pack]

[Open Beginner Pack?]

[Yes/No]

"Yes."

Light appeared in front of him in the vague shape of a sword, bow, and staff. He could tell they weren't real, so he unconfidently reached out and grabbed the sword.

The sword became real when he grabbed it. It was simple, made of iron with a leather grip. It was uncomfortably heavy in his boney hand, but still usable. It was clearly a lack of strength rather than it being too big a sword.

After he grabbed the sword the other two lights quickly fizzled out.

[+10 exp]

He was still confused, but now he had a sword.

He didn't really have any goal at the moment. This was true for his whole life, he just went where he was told his whole life and now that he was forced to think of a goal on his own, he didn't really know what to do. He truly didn't want to do anything his whole life, and even now still didn't have any goal ahead of him. He didn't have any family or friends he wanted to protect, and didn't feel any particular calling.

As he was pondering this, he found a feeling deep within him that had been burning fiercely since he woke up. He didn't know what it was at first but now that he was looking straight at it he realized.

He wanted to be his own person. He didn't want anyone to tell him what to do, he didn't want to be average. He wanted to be known and acknowledged. And it seemed like the only way to do that right now was by getting stronger.

He was a normal person, so he played his share of video games in his life and knew how an exp system worked, so he knew what he had to do.

His status showed [10/20] exp. It was a good start, but he clearly needed more. He got up and looked at himself. He was only wearing a hospital gown right now he couldn't just go around wearing only that, he needed something else.

Or did he? He was a skeleton now, he didn't really need any clothes. He decided to just take it off, it would only hinder him and the fashion wasn't doing him any favors.

Now naked, he finally set out to get some exp.

As he walked down the hospital hallways he realized it was almost completely empty. Good, at least people aren't dying because of the lack of electricity.

The long empty hallways let him take some more time to acknowledge and accept this feeling inside of him. He knew that he would never be the same anyways because of his skeletal disposition, so he simply left the old him in the past.

He left the hospital and walked out on the street. Cars seemed to stop working, as there were many cars out in the street, abandoned. He saw some people down the street and decided it was best to not be seen, as he thought they would see him as a monster.

He walked in the opposite direction from those people, trying to keep a low profile when he came across a group of what he could only think were goblins.

They were small green creatures, only coming up to his stomach, and carried small crude weapons. It was a group of two, one carried a dagger and the other carried a heavy looking stick.

They didn't look scary. In fact, they looked kind of peaceful.

But then they saw him.

Their eyes started glowing red and they ran at him like he was the only bottle of water in a barren desert. They ran fanatically, tripping over themselves to get to him first.

He held his sword in front of him, not sure what to do. He lived a normal life, and had never killed anything himself, so he had a mental barrier that subconsciously made it harder for him.

As they got close to him he swung out at the one carrying the dagger. The goblin was moving so frantically that he couldn't dodge the strike, and ran straight into the sword.

[+5 exp]

The blood of a goblin was still red.

It covered his hand in the slimy liquid. He wasn't ready for the impact of having literal blood on his hands. As the second goblin swung at him he froze, unable to defend himself.

[-10 hp]

Although he didn't have flesh, it hurt like he just got slammed in the chest. He could feel his ribs crack as he got pushed back. He looked down at his hands and seeing that his bloody hands were made of bone, steeled himself to do what he had to.

The goblin was about to swing at him again as he swung his sword at its head. It made a large gash on the goblins head, but somehow it was still alive. It swung at him again, off balance.

[-3 hp]

He took the light hit and swung his sword again, finishing the fight.

[+5 exp]

[Level Up!]

Even though his body made of bones, he felt exhausted. He realized that his physical condition was near the same as before being dragged into the rapture. He noticed the group of people from before come in his direction, and forced his body to move away from them.

He found an abandoned car and laid in the backseat to hide and look at his stats.

"System."

[John Smith]

[Class: Skeleton

Level: 2

Exp: 0/30

Health: 87

Mana: 100

Constitution: 10

Vitality: 10

Strength: 10

Agility: 10

Intelligence: 10

Wisdom: 10

Free points: 3

Trait: Skeleton

Skeleton gives the skills: Boney, Bone Growth, Spectral Feeling]

[Missions]

[Friends/Groups]

[Notice: The first stat points are very important. Choose wisely]