Kapitel 1: Chapel of Anticipation
Hey everyone :D I decided to rewrite Chapter 1 for this week's chapter and next week I'll release chapter 4 and the rewrite of chapter 2. I wanted to focus on a richer and better experience for everyone reading. I also studied better grammar and overall hope this story is better now. Posting this I have chapter 4 done, chapter 5 almost done, and chapter 6 outline. So yeah I really enjoy this story and hope you guys like this update.
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(Thoughts)
[Health Bar]
[System talking]
ON TO THE CHAPTER
Tarnished Pov.
The insidious whisper of their newfound strength had rent the very fabric of reality, igniting the Shattering – a cataclysmic war that consumed lords and left behind only the ashes of despair. It was a conflict so profound, so utterly devastating, that it silenced the Greater Will itself, the divine source of order in the Lands Between, leaving the world to wither in a deafening stillness.
But in the abyss of this chaos, a faint echo, a lingering whisper of long-lost grace, still reached out to the forsaken: the Tarnished. The dead who yet walked, bound to this land by a forgotten destiny, their souls tethered to the shattered remains of a world that had once held promise. And you, a Tarnished of no renown, were among them, summoned across the veil of ethereal fog, into the ravaged heart of the Lands Between.
Your path, obscured by shadows and uncertainty, lay toward the shattered Elden Ring, a broken symbol of a power that once held this world in its delicate embrace, and beyond that, the daunting mantle of Elden Lord.These words, once proclaimed with the weight of divine authority by the Golden Order, delivered through the Two Fingers – extensions of the now-silent Greater Will – now echoed with a hollow resonance, mocking the very desperation they invoked.
So few had dared answer the call, and among them, only one had ever come close to achieving the impossible: Vyke. He had been heralded as a beacon of hope, a hero destined to end the ceaseless torment, to restore the light to a dying world. But Vyke, like so many others before him, had succumbed to the darkness, the madness that festered beneath the surface of this broken realm.
He had turned his back on the Two Fingers, a blasphemy that had cost him the ability to perceive the guiding signs of grace – those spectral beacons of light that led the chosen to their destinies. Vyke, once the last known Tarnished blessed with this sacred sight, was now lost to the annals of time, either swallowed by death or consumed by a madness that hid him from the world, a chilling reminder of the price of hubris.
A fleeting vision arose, a memory not quite my own, painted with the hues of a forgotten era. A grand banquet hall, filled with lords and ladies, their laughter and merriment a distant echo. Godfrey, his presence a bulwark of strength, held a massive axe across his lap, his conversation with Queen Marika a picture of regal authority. A warm light permeated the scene, a light the world had lost, leaving me to ponder, what happened? Was it greed that had plunged them all into this abyss?
There had once been a promise of prosperity, a golden age now dimmed by time. Queen Marika the Eternal, alongside her consort, the formidable Elden Lord Godfrey, had brought an era of fragile peace to these lands, a testament to their combined strength and wisdom. But it was a peace built on shifting sands, a lie woven with threads of betrayal.
Marika, her motivations an enigma wrapped in impenetrable mystery, had cast Godfrey out, severing her ties to him and their children, forcing them into exile, their cries lost to the wind. Why? The question echoed like a curse, a silent judgment upon her actions. Marika then chose to take Radagon as her husband, a decision that shattered Queen Rennala of the Carian Royal Family, driving her into a solitude as profound as the stars she once read.
If only Radagon had remained at Rennala's side, perhaps the tapestry of fate would have been woven with a different pattern, one less stained by blood and despair, a world untouched by the greed and ambition of its leaders. But alas, the fall of Vyke had marked a turning point, the beginning of the unraveling. War had grown ever more brutal, its remorseless hunger devouring all in its path.
The once majestic castles and cities now lay in ruins, their grandeur reduced to crumbling stone. Caelid, once a paradise of vibrant beauty, had been corrupted into a festering wasteland of scarlet rot, its vibrant colours replaced with the decaying hues of despair. Malenia, Blade of Miquella, a demi-god whose skill in battle was whispered in awe, had vanished after her fateful confrontation with the maddened Radahn. Her name alone conjured images of impossible grace, a dance of death that had now twisted into a harbinger of destruction, a promise of a cataclysmic end to the stalemate in the war for the Elden Ring shards.
Radahn, once a paragon of strength, a hero, and beloved son of Radagon, had devolved into a bestial wreck, his mind ravaged by the scarlet rot, his once-noble purpose now replaced with a mindless, ravenous hunger. Desperate to break the endless cycle of conflict, Malenia had unleashed her dreaded scarlet rot, a desperate and ill-fated ploy that had only sown more death and devastation, twisting warriors into grotesque husks. A bitter loss for the Lands Between, another stain upon Queen Marika's tainted legacy, another sacrifice to the endless thirst for power.
Radahn, his mind shattered by the rot, still held back the stars with a strength born of madness, a silent, unyielding defiance against the celestial order he had once rejected. The Carians, his kin, had always sought guidance from the stars, but he, with his stubborn pride, had refused to be bound by their celestial whims. Perhaps, he was not holding back fate itself, but something else, a hidden enemy known only to him, a secret threat that had consumed his very essence, a final act of rebellion against the darkness that sought to consume all.
Rykard, his brother, another demi-god of immense power, had been consumed by a serpentine god, though whether it was for power, or some other inscrutable purpose, remained shrouded in the deepest mystery, a truth buried beneath layers of deceit and whispers.
And then, there was Ranni, Radahn and Rykard's sister. It was she who had set the final, terrible events in motion, the catalyst for Queen Marika's disappearance. The Night of the Black Knives remained a wound that refused to heal, a testament to the depths of despair these lands had reached. Ranni had stolen Godwyn the Golden, Marika's favored child, the one everyone had hoped would succeed Godfrey, the future king who was meant to usher in a new golden era.
On that fateful night, they had wielded a shard of Destined Death, a forbidden power capable of bringing true death to these lands, a power that even the gods could not escape. Not only had Godwyn perished that night, but Ranni herself was also believed to have met her end, her death a final nail in the coffin of this doomed world.
This act, this heinous treachery, had sparked the Great Shattering, the war for the Elden Ring's fractured shards. Radagon, another Elden Lord who had failed to keep the peace, vanished, leaving the Lands Between without a true ruler, a ship without a rudder in a storm, destined to founder in the endless chaos that had followed.
Another memory flickered, a brief glimpse into a world of shadows and whispers. Ranni stood in a dark room, the figure of a tall, dark being lurking behind her. There was a tense exchange, the word "fate" the only echo that remained as the scene was cut short by darkness.
With the golden bloodline broken, its heirs scattered or dead, the people had begun to lose faith in the Two Fingers and the Golden Order. The grand cathedrals now lay in ruins, their once-radiant light extinguished, the priests and acolytes who had served the Golden Order now wandered the land as hollow shells, their faith shattered, seeking solace in madness and despair.
Then, a whisper – the echo of Marika's shattered will – had summoned the Tarnished back to the Lands Between. To the Queen's dismay, her grand plan had crumbled with each Tarnished failure, their bodies littering the path to oblivion. Many had not even survived the perilous journey to Stormveil Castle, their bones marking the path of defeat. Others had vanished without a trace, lost to the wilds, their names now forgotten in the endless tide of death.
Knowing that the Golden Order saw them as little more than abominations, some of the Tarnished had formed brutal gangs, turning on each other in a grotesque mockery of their intended destiny, killing one another in their desperate search for power, another cruel testament to Marika's failings.
Yet, one heir of Godwyn remained, a festering wound upon the lineage of heroes: Godrick the Grafted. A coward, they called him, a power-seeker who refused to hone his own strength, instead relying on the grotesque practice of grafting, defiling the bodies of others to gain what he lacked. Rumors had spread like wildfire, tales of horrific experiments on the
Tarnished, using their bodies to fuel his twisted desires, creating grotesque mutations that defiled the very nature of life, an abomination to all that was once sacred. He cowered within the walls of Stormveil Castle, shielded by a powerful Omen, another blight that Queen Marika had tried to purge from the world, a reminder of the very chaos she had attempted to control, a symbol of her failure to save the very people she had promised to protect.
These words I recorded, to impart this knowledge, to illuminate the broken state of the world, to shed light on the darkness that had engulfed the Lands Between. My memories were fading, fragmented like the shattered Elden Ring itself, but I had done my best to guide you through the treacherous path. In the void, I had found a soul, broken, and yearning to fulfill its purpose as a protector.
A soul that I had fractured even further, with the hope that it would create the last, best hope for the Lands Between. I had left journals scattered across the land, and within them, you will find fragments of the truth, warnings, and secrets to help guide you. My chosen Tarnished. I spent the last vestiges of my strength, the final moments of clarity, to give you one last advantage before he took control once more, before the madness consumed me entirely. Farewell, my chosen Tarnished.
Queen Marika
The last words, a fading echo of a Queen's broken will, lingered in the air, before the world around me dissolved once more, only to return, sharper and more defined, into the ruined sanctuary I had woken up in.
Pain. It was a sensation that permeated every fiber of my being, a brutal reminder that I still clung to life, however tenuous. It forced my eyes to open, the world a blurry mess that slowly solidified into the dilapidated church around me, its stones worn smooth by the relentless passage of time. Each breath was a torturous struggle, my lungs felt as though they were filling with a heavy, viscous fluid, and the wheezing rasp of my breathing was the only sound that broke the heavy silence.
My arms, leaden and unresponsive, were as useless as dead branches. I tried to scream, to push back against the agony, but only a wet, rattling sound escaped my lips, a pathetic whimper that was quickly consumed by the emptiness. I had been brought here, not merely to be reborn, but to be reborn into a dying shell, a broken vessel that could barely contain the spark of life that had been thrust within it. As my gaze slowly turned, my vision snagged on a woman slumped beside me, her white garments stained crimson with her lifeblood.
The Chapel of Anticipation. The starting point for all Tarnished, a small island that was guarded by a massive chasm and a grotesque monster crafted with grafted flesh and weapons. This woman, my finger maiden, had been killed by the same beast, and I wondered how many died as she did, a forgotten death, leaving no trace of her existence.
A pang of sorrow twisted in my gut. She never had a chance, just like many others that would be cast into the endless violence of the Lands Between. If I refused to act, if I simply chose to move on, I'd be no different from those who had surrendered to hopelessness.
[Welcome to the Elden Ring gacha system. As the first and last player Queen Marika has risked her life to give you the power to change the lands. Go forth, young tarnished grow strong and become the next Elden Lord. Or deny the will of the Erdtree and choose the path you wish to follow.]
[Click yes if you want to accept system]
[Click no if you wish to move on]
The words hovered in my vision, shimmering like an inscription on an ancient tomb. It wasn't a dream, but rather, a waking nightmare, a cruel joke at the expense of a broken god. Marika, explaining everything, choosing my soul out of billions from another world. Why me? What was it about my soul that had caused me to be thrust into this forsaken world, this land of endless war and agonizing death?
Tears welled up, born not from the pain, but the realization that I may never see my family again. My heart ached with the thought of their grief, and it ignited a small spark of rage within me. I knew what I had to become to survive in this world, the type of person who could face such a hostile reality and make it through to the end. With a heavy heart, I willed the word "yes" into existence.
A sharp image pierced the gloom, a memory of my old life. My fingers danced across my keyboard, as I entered my last boss fight for my playthrough, the familiar glow of the monitor casting shadows in the room. My cat purred on my lap as if the music I was playing was just meant for him.
The familiar scent of cookies drifted from the kitchen as my mother called out to me, inviting me to dinner. I laughed back, happy to have some time to relax with my family. This was a good day, a memory now just a cruel reminder of what I had lost.
The system responded, and the world shifted around me, though the pain remained, albeit duller.
[Welcome Tarnished to the Lands Between]
[A world that was connected to all other worlds, even the ones that existed only in my fiction. I would have access to it all. I would have the power to travel home, maybe even beyond, to the places I had only dreamt of.]
A chance to go home, that was all that mattered. A warmth began to flow through me, but I remained focused on my goal, the sole purpose of my existence, to grow stronger than the powers of this world, to surpass the demigods, to become the very thing that none had ever been, a being free to carve my own path. I had no interest in becoming the Elden Lord, or to claim the shards of the Elden Ring. I wanted to go home.
As a starter, I was told that I would gain 5 spins, and that one would heal me. However, before this, I must connect to my finger maiden, who was my connection to the system, the source of its power. The more runes I feed her, the stronger the system would become, the more power I would gain.
But my finger maiden was dead, I realized with a lurch of despair. "Marika, if you can hear me," I cried, "Give me this power, and I swear to you, even if I don't become Elden Lord, I will avenge you, I will set you free, I will remake this world if I must." A surge of warmth surged through me, but I ignored it, focusing only on the determination that had suddenly taken root inside of me.
[Starting connection to finger maiden.]
[ERROR CONNECTION LOST]
[ERROR]
My heart was beating with a frantic pace, as I screamed internally, begging for the power. I could not die here, not now, not after my will had grown stronger than ever.
[An error had occurred, the system could not connect to my finger maiden]
[Power Taken From host]
[Basic Functions Unlocked]
[The advanced functions, however, would remain locked.]
This was Marika's last gift, and with what remained of her will, she had given me the starter pack. I was on my own. Marika also said she will be available for management, but she will be mostly inactive.
[Young Tarnished your will is strong, stronger than even you know]
When I was able to access my status screen, I would know that I did not gain a hindrance, but instead, untold possibilities. I must find a new finger maiden, one who had lost her Tarnished, one who would replace my old one. Only then would I have access to the full power of the system.
"Thank you," I thought, as loudly as I could, to Marika, or the remains of her will, it was enough to give me strength to continue on, to know that I was not powerless, to know that the path forward was one of my own creation, one built with my own two hands, and not some god's twisted view of destiny. I WILL go home.
[Gatcha Spins have a 6 tier rarity system.]
[Common: Most frequently found items.]
[Uncommon: Slightly less common than Common.]
[Rare: Less frequent than Uncommon.]
[Epic: Significantly less frequent than Rare.]
Legendary: The rarest tier, typically considered the most powerful.
[Mythic: Sometimes used as an even rarer tier above Legendary.]
[This system will be able to gain anything, from any story, real or fictional, and would be able to gain items, character templates, power sets, travel keys, and companions.]
[With the starter pack you will gain a 1 template assimilation slot, a companion slot, and an inventory that holds 10 items.]
The words began to fade, and my vision began to swirl, the edges blurring before sharpening again. I knew that my time was limited, before the darkness consumed me again. "SYSTEM, PLEASE DO THE SPINS!"
[Gacha Spin x5]
[Nicole Waterson, Companion(Epic)]
Fuck no, common I need a temeplate at least one that allows me to heal. I believe she's the mom from Amazing World of Gumball, a show I didn't really like so I don't know much about. Hopefully she's not too useless.
[Outfit Self Repairing, Clothes(Rare)]
[Quirk Explosion, Power(Epic)]
So i got self repairing clothes while useful is still ass! I remember that Quirk from My Hero its' um Bakugo's quirk. Hopefully the backlash doesn't hurt. Still I need to be healed and these won't help. Common Marika you promised me a template don't let me down now.
[10 Senzu Beans, Item(uncommon)]
With Senzu beans I can at least be healed, still a great resource to use in the middle of a battle. Honestly even though I'm complaining besides my companion everything I got is pretty good so far.
WuKong(Journey To the West), Template(Mythic)
Seeing the template I got, I realized how lucky I truly was. Not only did I gain WuKong, but I got the version during Journey To the West. Even though its before he became Budda. Wukong is One of the strongest beings ever and now just became his heir. Is this what the system meant about my will? Was my will so strong that I got lucky during this or did Marika just use what energy she could manage to give me more of an advantage?
(System please claim all rewards then begin to assimilate WuKong's template)
[Rewards Claimed]
[Wukong template used in the template slot.]
[Note to gain percentage you must either act like the character, train hard, or gain the recognition of said card. In some cases acting against what the card will do can lower template progress.]
[In the case of Wukong he willingly allowed himself to bind to you(being stronger than Queen Markia he has a choice to leave). He finds you amusing.]
He found my will amusing. That's interesting, I didn't know that the character would be alive. Though it makes sense that he would allow a portion of himself to be taken. It begs to question how much time did Marika put into the system before I got it. How many tarnished died? Did she make this before or after the Night of Black Knives? Just many secrets does Markia the eternal hide from everyone.
Though my mind was racing my mind full of questions, I can feel my bad slowly begin to regenerate. It felt like a small warmth, a little bit itchy yet not painful. I allowed my ability to heal myself and activated my status screen again. It looked just like an average rpg though a lot of options were locked.
[Main Menu]
[Gacha(open for two more times need a maiden to power)]
[Stats(Locked)]
[Inventory]
[Template (1 slot)(further templates locked by WuKong Click for more info)]
[Companion(1 slot)]
[Equipment]
[Powers]
WAIT WHAT!! Why did WuKong lock my template system? It doesn't make sense wouldn't he want me to grow stronger? I mean I don't know a lot of the lore of Wukong other than he challenged the gods and kept pranking them. Sigh I'll figure it out later it doesn't make sense for me to dwell on it for now.
.
He found my will amusing? Interesting, that meant he was actually alive, and I had given him something that had amused him, it made me wonder how much time Marika had put into this, and how many Tarnished had died because of it. Did she create this before or after the night of the Black Knives?
There was no time to dwell on it, I could feel my body healing, and I quickly opened my status screen.
WAIT WHAT!! Why did WuKong lock my template system? It doesn't make sense wouldn't he want me to grow stronger? I mean I don't know a lot of the lore of Wukong other than he challenged the gods and kept pranking them. Sigh I'll figure it out later it doesn't make sense for me to dwell on it for now.
[Notification Received, system override voice clip opened automatically!]
Fuck no way im being hacked on the first day! I'm not even healed as tears streamed out my eyes!
Dear Heir of mine(you really need to choose a name),
Stop with self pity! It's ME THE GREAT MONKEY WUKONG!
Tears instantly stopped as I sweat dropped, honestly hoping to understand even part of what's going on at the moment.
I'm sending this message to explain why I took things away from you! Don't worry about not having the template section anymore, I myself will change it! When you progress in a good manner, I'll give you rewards! Hweaww-HEEE-hee-height
The voice was youthful, yet possessed an ancient wisdom, but the laughter, it was high-pitched and annoying.
OI, Don't call me annoying! Anyways, like I was saying freedom is something I believe in the most. A little hypocritical seeing how I took away the ability to get templates but they're useless. It's for a very good reason! I assure you it'll be redundant to have to deal with others when I'm here.
And the best part, one of the first three abilities I gave is part of that! You're basically a walking, um, what was it from your anime? a sharingan! YES! One of my powers is to copy abilities! Not only that, but you can gain power from those you fight! Through both of these you need to train. Hmm, maybe I should send you the eyes of an Uchiha just for fun! I'll get back to you on that! HAHA!
My eye twitched and a headache began to form. What had I gotten myself into? He was so annoying.
You know I can hear what you are thinking! But don't fret, we will have a long chat in due time. Call me annoying again, and there will be consequences!
My head felt like it would explode from the yell.
Haha! Anyways, unlike the other systems, I changed yours! You won't need to grind stats, that's too boring! I might let you see the strength of an enemy but that's it. As a reward, here's a modified power pole, oh, and you're fully healed. GO KICK SOME ASS HAHA!
[Item Received]
Anyways, that's it crappy heir of mine (seriously, choose a name)
- WUKONG OUT!
The connection went silent with a mic drop. True to his word, I was fully healed and could move without pain, but I did feel shorter. Something I would worry about later. I stood and stretched, testing my body. Honestly, I felt like myself, though my clothes were a mess of stains and holes. No weapons, save the power pole, I was glad to see that. It was time to move. I accessed my inventory.
[Inventory]
[Power Pole (With Note)]
[Quirk: Explosion (Card)]
[Outfit Self-Repairing (Clothes)]
[Nicole Watterson (Card)]
[10 Senzu Beans]
As I headed for the exit of the chapel, I thought about whether to summon my companion now or later. Knowing what came next, I could just summon her to take care of that. I'd change my outfit after the first steps. A pang of sympathy shot through me as I glanced back at my fallen Finger Maiden, she died a forgotten death and it pained me. I vowed to get revenge, to honor her memory. I closed the door behind me, knowing that one day, I'd return to bury her.
Taking a deep breath, I turned away, noticing the dense fog that clung to everything, giving the entire island a desolate, gray hue, a stark contrast to the lush vibrancy it once possessed. It looked depressing and lifeless, as if the very earth was mourning the loss of its former glory. The ruined chapel resembled a small castle, its towers reaching towards the heavens in a silent plea. I walked towards the stairs, not wanting to waste any time looking around in this place.
There was nothing that I could find that would be helpful, so it was best to just make my way forward, to face the dangers ahead. Equipping the power pole, it appeared in my hand, then vanished as soon as I thought of unequipping, like a magic trick. Like requip magic. Maybe one day, I would get something like that.
[Inventory]
[Quirk: Explosion (clicked)]
[Would you like to gain this power? Yes or No]
I clicked 'yes,' feeling a small jolt of pain run through my body, before it vanished as quickly as it came.
[Power Gained. Will be available in 2 hours.]
It wouldn't be available for this fight, but it would be soon, and that was enough to reassure me. I entered the archway, and the barrier shimmered into existence, confirming that there was no escape. The game was going to begin. I glanced around, but the boss wasn't there, yet. I gripped the power pole, the smooth wood strangely comforting in my grasp, and slowly made my way to the center of the arena. Still no sign. And then, a shadow descended upon me from above. It was all so fast, too fast, "Oh shit" I thought, my last thought before the world was plunged into darkness.
POV CHANGE
"Look at Marika," the deep voice chuckled, the sound echoing through the darkness like a death knell. "Your chosen Tarnished dead already. You used all your power for what? This last hope? Don't make me laugh!"
In the darkness, the speaker remained unseen, a disembodied voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. The only source of light in the room came from a hammer, its head glistening in the dimness, lying in the middle of a series of interconnected rings etched into the floor.
"If you turn back to the Golden Order, all can be forgiven. So, what do you say, my Queen?" the voice asked, a mocking tone lacing every syllable.
Red hair, the color of dried blood, shimmered in the small light, hinting at the speaker's identity. The rings flickered to life, and lit up, briefly revealing a woman bound to the very same rings that were layered across the floor. Queen Marika herself, trapped and helpless, her form flickering like a dying flame before the room went dark again. Silence returned to the room, Queen Marika refused to answer, her silence deafening in its condemnation.
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DaoistZ6CXyO I wrote this for the new year and im working on chapter 2 as we speak i want to release a chapter a month(maybe 2 depending on work). I decided to make this because I dont like my other fic and i actually dislike MHA i only made that story as a joke. Now working on a book I decided to use this story to practice my writing and learn how to make characters stronger and more believeable. SO PLEASE SEND POWER STONES
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