Inheritance

Earthsea, Ostal City. Monday, November 4, Star Year 229, 9:00 AM.

Pain.

That strange feeling runs through the body like the water of a rich river. As Ismael's eyelids began to become active again, he could feel the strong surge of this feeling.

He was confused, the world before his eyes spinning aimlessly. Adding the disorientation of his senses, it was very difficult for him to think of any solution to the problem, he could only remember mining in the dungeon at the beginning and later.

He wasn't sure.

Something... He had found something.

"Shit."

Due to strong pain, he brought his hands to his head. He felt that someone was introducing his hands into his brain and squeezing it until they could squeeze it out.

When he was finally able to push the pain away he got up from what looked like a bed. "Where I am?".

His confused gaze swept a small room.

The state he was in was deplorable. Cracks in the walls along with worn paint in most places as well as aged dirt and slime, there were only four accessible pieces of furniture present, being the bed, kitchen table, and an easy chair to an old TV.

"What the hell."

Getting up from the bed he is still in a state of confusion walking around the place. While he felt his brain calm down, the headache gradually disappeared, remembering he knew that something had happened in that dungeon but as much as he tried he couldn't remember anything.

Mining.

Just a normal day for him.

At least that was supposed.

Until...

"!".

"The strange book!".

As if it were a code word, the memory returned to his mind. Finding the strange book that he thought was a dream stone, as he read them he said the name written on the front of the cover.

And then.

Any...

He didn't remember anything.

Sighing, she ran her hands over his face. Having no choice but to advance across the room, he was trying to remember or find something that would tell him where he was.

Only after spending a few minutes searching without finding anything did he decide to go into the bathroom. With his mind blown he needed some water to refresh his ideas, the interior was like everything else in this house, very poor quality but still usable.

After opening the faucet. He ran his hands over him repeatedly, until he leaned over to stick his head under the stream of water.

With the water flowing through his black hair. He let out a pleasant sigh, still having no idea where he was. With this pleasant interlude, he managed to calm his agitated mind.

With the goal of him achieved.

He looked up.

The small mirror in the bathroom caught his attention. He seemed to be painted black, something strange to his seeming interest in him. Ishmael reached out with his right hand to touch him.

Something I never expect is that when I touch the mirror, it turns on with a beep. All black blur surface showing the reflection of it.

"!?"

It was not long before Ismael's eyes left his place.

"Hell!?."

In front of him.

There was someone else's reflection.

But he was sure it was him.

His face, while not completely ugly, was average. Nothing too flashy you'd even think he's a background character in some story, black hair and eyes black as night.

Slim body, with a little muscle mass. In general a moderately trained body, his hands as if automatically went up to his face touching him and squeezing his cheeks.

"I am me?."

He had no idea what was going on.

He had no idea where he was.

And the most important.

He had no idea why the hell his body had gotten uglier.

I mean, at least it would have been a more handsome body. Not someone you would only see as an extra.

After cursing until his heart was at ease, Ismael walked out of the bathroom. He needed to find help, it was surely a malfunction of the VR cabin: Lamegeton being in a body that was not his, this would surely be fatal for the company's regulations and they will want to remedy it, it is an opportunity for Ismael to obtain money.

Taking the clothes from him, after being ready Ismael left through the entrance.

He was determined to sue the company for damages to his person.

The problem in this.

That was when he came out.

The sight from outside, he instantly froze.

"That...."

"Demons..."

In front of his eyes was a large spaceship that easily took up the entire sky as far as his eyes could see. The shadow he cast covered the city he was currently in.

Now don't get it wrong.

Ishmael had seen similar spaceships before. But that was inside the world of dreams, outside in the real world, even though with the arrival of the empowered ones, the opportunity to travel through space opened up. The most they had achieved that he remembers is leaving the solar system on a journey of exploration.

The ships they had were not even remotely alike.

But this thing in front of him even seemed more advanced than the ones that exist in the world of dreams.

Almost robotically he tried to call the virtual state that exists in the world of dreams. And as he imagined he did not appear, which means that he was not in the game but that did not answer that there was a spaceship as it is in the real world.

An invasion?

Did something go wrong on the scouting mission?

Did humans finally discover extraterrestrial life?

Should I run?

Just as he was about to start running. Something fell in front of him, this naturally caught his attention, directing his gaze to the ground, and indeed, Ismael felt a well-known emotion, between indignation, anger, and exasperation if it were like in those Chinese novels at this moment they would be spitting blood.

Well, on the floor, there was the strange book that he had found in the dungeon of the world of dreams.

And the likely responsible for him will find himself in this situation.

The bald guy in pajamas, shining in all his glory.

Ismael honestly felt like stepping on the book until his anger was sated. But he, regaining control, breathed repeatedly trying to regain his calm.

Picking up from the ground, I look at the cover with dead eyes. Leaving aside the fact that an object from the world of dreams was in the real world, Ishmael reopened the book.

He was curious.

Unfortunately for him, this curiosity led him to become absorbed by something again.

When the book was opened.

All the pages began to move together like a whirlpool. And before it happened when he had been absorbed by the book, when Ismael regained his sight he was in a completely white space.

There was nothing.

Just a white color shining everywhere.

Before he started to panic in front of him a familiar blue screen was displayed.

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Welcome, Ismael Echeverria.

Thanks to your luck, you found the Legendary Inheritance Book, after being transmigrated to yet another world.

The requirements for inheritance activation have been met.

The dimension in which you are in the training field, through the actions required by the test if you comply with the rules you will be granted the power of the mythical man in one fell swoop.

Requirements: Fulfilled.

Time: 1 Year.

Note: Time dilation is different, in this place 1 year is 30 minutes abroad.

Reminder: It is not serious to enter the test field to train, if the subject wants to be present in his real-world while his soul trains, the results will be the same.

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"..."

Hang on a minute.

Transmigrated?

Different world?.

Why did his life have to be so strange?

He just wanted money.