A man passed by me with an odd smell.
Who smelled like sakura?
I snapped myself out of the odd aroma, however, there's something about the high wisdom stat that makes me think much deeper within a certain subject and zone out away from things that make me low-vibrational and nervous.
I need to check on that in order to stay safe.
My attention was stolen, I need to focus on one thing, it is that my comrades, including myself, might die as the next task starts.
Who knows when-
[Orcs will be invading your land in 9:59]
A screen popped out.
Terror flashed within the depths of my eyes, my pathetic hands were shaking as my depleted mana has barely even regenerated. I was abruptly scared. My fatigue was only building up to this point, excessive use of my skills, independent from the magic-like system, I feel tired with my merely organic body.
Ever since in my early youth (much younger than my current age of 17), I always wanted to be somebody. Leaving a name or trademark in the industry was my measuring cup for success. However, now, what I desire is also living with blooming flowers, however, not for the sake of leaving a name, but to survive.
Indeed, I need to live even though death sounds so good in my current condition. Living risky is quite better than suffering in eternal pain if you ask me.
Sometimes, I wonder. What if I manage to survive, what'd be the prize?
I need to do or even be something enough- if I ever wish to survive. With nothing in mind aside from self-hate and pathetic thoughts, I checked my status to ensure a stable condition within myself.
"Check status!", I mumbled.
[ Name: Potato (Lvl. 1)
Title: None
Class: Waterboy (Support)
HP: 100/100
MP: 10/100
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Strength: 0
Dexterity: 0
Endurance: 0
Wisdom: 106
Charisma: 0
Luck: -206
Accuracy: 0
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Skills:
(Active)
Lowest Grade Healing (Cooldown: 1 hour)
Pseudocide (None)
(Passive)
Worship-a-Clown ]
My stats are pretty much the same. With a lower luck stat, I'm practically vulnerable, however, the high Wisdom stat gives me an advantage in terms of approaches and wit, it's my only advantage in this world of live-or-die.
Live-or-die? More like a live-or-suffer scenario... ugh fuck this!
Something is really messed up in the system, and I can feel it.
This system is plain unfair and prejudicially broken, they didn't even give their "refugees" a chance to breathe after the aftermath of the apocalypse. It's almost like they don't give a fuck about the rollers' welfare...
... I mean- oh please, why would they, higher entities, care about us?
We're merely ants. Test subjects... worst-case scenario, puppets.
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Luckily Unlucky
FantasyAfter the world ended in the sense where humanity is on the brink of extinction, a systematic game-like phenomenon occurred among the remaining survivors, said to be provided by "G". The system leads all survivors to "Babel"- a tower made to test in...
