Pandora

Roland's eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, only to be greeted by the sight of a lush forest stretching as far as the eye could see. Blinking in confusion, he struggled to make sense of his surroundings, his mind still reeling from the chaos of the earthquake that had torn his world asunder.

As he pushed himself upright, a wave of dizziness washed over him, leaving him disoriented and uncertain. Rubbing his eyes, he attempted to focus on the strange new world that lay before him, its verdant beauty a stark contrast to the concrete jungle of his former existence.

But before he could fully comprehend his situation, a shimmering interface materialized before him, its ethereal glow illuminating the gloom of the forest with an otherworldly radiance. Words danced across its surface, welcoming him to a place called Pandora—a planet teeming with magic and mystery, where the laws of nature held no sway and the impossible became reality.

As Roland struggled to process this new information, the interface spoke in a voice that echoed like distant thunder, introducing itself as Daisy. With each word, the truth of his predicament began to dawn on him: he was no longer on Earth, but in a realm beyond his wildest imaginings—a realm where gods walked among mortals and power flowed like water.

Pandora, he learned, was a world of boundless potential, where the very elements themselves bent to the will of its inhabitants. Here, people could breathe fire, summon water, control land and wind with but a thought, their powers limited only by the depths of their imagination.

But as Daisy continued to speak, her words took on a chilling significance, revealing the true nature of Roland's predicament. He was not alone in this strange new world; more than a billion souls from Earth had been brought here to participate in a game—a game of survival orchestrated by the enigmatic Chamber of Gods.

The rules were simple yet unforgiving: fight or perish. Only one would emerge victorious, earning the title of Champion and the coveted prize of a single wish granted by the Chamber of Gods. It was a test of strength, of cunning, of will—a test that Roland was ill-prepared to face.

As the weight of his situation bore down upon him, Roland's resolve crumbled, his composure shattered like glass. He cried out in desperation, his voice a raw echo of fear and anguish, pleading with Daisy to return him to the familiar comforts of Earth.

But his pleas fell on deaf ears as Daisy offered him naught but a silent farewell before vanishing into thin air, leaving Roland alone once more with naught but his thoughts and the cold embrace of uncertainty.

With a heavy heart, Roland gazed upon the interface before him, its glowing display a stark reminder of what had just happened was not being a dream. He could see some basic information on the display.

Name : Roland

Profession : None

Title : None

Level : 1( mortal realm) exp : 0/10

Strength: 5

Mana : 0

Agility: 8

Health : 10

Luck :7

Remaining points : 0

But amidst the despair, a flicker of determination sparked within him, a resolve to rise above the challenges that lay in his path and carve out a destiny worthy of remembrance. For in the crucible of adversity, heroes were born, and legends forged—a truth that Roland would soon come to embrace as he embarked on his journey to claim his rightful place among the gods of Pandora.