Bab 10: Chapter 10
The world fades to black as I hear my alarm go off on my side table.
All I feel is empty as I lay there staring at the ceiling. Joffrey being in the present time would be a lot of work, not to mention what I'd even do with him.
The light flitts in though the living room window striking me in the eyes, likely what woke me up. I sit up and notice that Logan is laying in his recliner sleeping soundly, suprisingly he doesn't snore.
I unfocus my eyes and check on my notifications.
[Mission Completed: Survive]
[Rewards: +1000 exp +10 stat points, +10 Will points +100 coins, Unlock Shop, One Handed Proficiency Lvl 1]
[Advancing levels corresponding to skill]
[One Handed Proficiency Lvl 7]
[Progress 57%]
As this message pops up I feel a deep seated ease coat my mind, as though my brain is more accustomed to the world, like the difference between a seven year old, and an adult. The muscles in my body relax as I take in the full width and, purpose of that battle, to get me used to killing, to blood, to all of it. Although I'm not used to it, I may never be, it has become easier to cope.
That would be the increase in my Will stat.
'Adel bring up status, please'
Name: Christian (Chris) Richter
Age:16
Height:5'8
Race:Grimm/ ???? ??????/ ???? ?????????
Level: 5
Strength: 13
Agility: 15
Reflexes: 17
Will: 27
Intelligence: 16
Vitality: 15
Stat Points: 14
Exp:0/500
Abilities
Grimm Sight: Allows a Grimm to see wesen when they don't want you to see them.
Grimm Adaptability: The ability to adapt to almost any situation, be it pain, damage or sickness.
Superhuman Regeneration(C): The ability to heal at a rate much faster than a human, can heal broken bones in about ten to twenty minutes.
Rage Attunement: Based on the amount of Will you have is the amount of anger you control, along with how much your strength is multiplied as a percentage. (27%)
Rage Strike: For one strike, temporarily multiply strength stat by two with backlash of catastrophic damage. Caution, only use as a last resort. Can be upgraded.
Magic
Mage Hand: An ethereal extension of your hand, at the moment can lift up to 10 pounds.
Can be upgraded.
Skills
One Handed Proficiency Lvl 7: A skill used to measure how good you are a using one handed weapons. Can be upgraded.
57% progress to next level.
The need for more strength was apparent, I hate that feeling of being weaker than another. The possibility of being crushed under another's foot. It terrifies me.
I start by putting five points into vitality bringing me up to twenty, leaving me with nine left. Having something to back on in this horrific world is something I need badly.
Next is five into strength bringing me up to eighteen. I'm not so blinded by fear that I don't know the danger I put myself in by transforming myself so drastically. I keep it down to five points because of this. Four points left.
Next is intelligence, because I know magic is going to be a very important tool. If magic is going to be linked to any stat, it would be intelligence. I spend my last four and put them in intelligence.
[15-20 Vitality]
[13-18 Strength]
[16-20 Intelligence]
[Unlocked health and mana counter]
[Level 20 Vitality Achieved]
[Level 20 Intelligence Achieved]
[Threshold reached]
[Powers unlocked]
[Superhuman Vitality (C)]
[Upgrades the density of the body, making all parts of the body tougher. Including the bones,muscles,skin and even the hair of the individual. That means that if the strength stat is not high enough you become weighed down by your own body. At this level tensile strength of the skin is five times the regular amount. Yield strength of 90. Steel being about 250]. (Yield strength is how much it can take while being pulled and it go back to its original state. Regular human skin is about 15.)
[Inspect]
[Skill used to evaluate the stats and information of another individual]
My arms cramp up and lock me in the sitting position, while my bones snap under my skin but don't break out because of my super vitality. They slowly heal and shine which I can see through my muscles. I notice my bones feel heavier before my muscles start to burn, my skin turning a deep red. I throw off all my clothes and smoke comes off my body as my sweat evaporates immediately.
Logan wakes up with a start, rushing towards me before I whisper out,"It's a grimm thing, sit back and don't do anything unless my heart stops beating,".
He sits there on the ground with me as my head feels like it's going to split open. I sit there laying on my side, while cradling my head. My scalp starts to shine through the bone as the pain in my head reaches a climax, it feels like it's going to combust through my skull.
My red skin starts to fade as the pain in my head and muscles starts to decline.
Logan with a cool demeanor says," What was that?".
I say in half contained confusion," I don't know I had a dream and suddenly all this stuff started to happen to me, and I think I'm stronger now."
I had to keep the system a secret,keeping it a secret was to my advantage so if someone has had something similar before,my enemies will know what to do with me, what my weakness might be.
"I feel so much stronger than I was before," I say with a hint of confidence. I look down at my stomach and a solid six-pack is chiseled into it. I look like a fit builder. Not too bulky while still being fit and muscular. All of the muscles on my body have become more vascular, along my entire body is an evident change. I can see every individual muscle, the fat has been burned off and as I say that the air gets a weird tinge to it. The fat is palpable in the air as it evaporates off of my body.
The feeling of power is almost intoxicating as I get into a pushup position and crack out forty before a single drop of sweat hits the floor. I also take my blood pressure and it's down to about forty beats a minute, Olympic levels.
I look down at my body and feel an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness, as well as a feeling of cheating, I know it shouldn't be this easy, it makes me feel a little bad for my enemies.
.....
Logan didn't ask any questions as it was dismissed as Grimm stuff.
I get into a 1992 Jeep Wrangler, rustic and comfortable, very nice. The atmosphere in the car is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and through several glances along the ride to school tell me that Logan knows more than he's letting on. We get about three minutes away before I say this.
"So, Logan how are you feeling?," I say.
"I know that isn't normal, even by Grimm standards, you lot don't just get a olympic level body overnight," says Logan.
"I'm sorry I don't really know what to tell you. There's nothing else to say, man", I say with a defeated look.
"Alright, if you really don't know what it is, I'll leave it there, but mark my words, I will figure out that freakish physique of yours", says Logan while I get out of the car.
"Hey you and me both, man", I say with a sputter of my lips.
I get to first period and the day passes by like any normal day, except for some tests, because it's a friday. The night of the full moon to be exact.
At lacrosse practice we're changing into our pads when I take off my shirt, revealing my gleaming six-pack to the entire room.
"Goddamn Chris, who knew you had such a fuckin bod," I hear a random player yell out, leaving anyone who wasn't already looking, gobsmacked.
"Damn dude you look better than me, man" says Scott, with a flex of his bicep.
"Hey, sleeper build I guess," I say with a nervous chuckle.
The hustle and bustle about my body settles down as I sit down on a bench, putting my shoulder pads in place. I look around for Stiles, surprised that he didn't say anything.
I spot him sitting in a corner, with a contemplative look plastered on his visage, staring into the floor.
When I finish putting on my pads I walk over to him and with a pat on his shoulder I say," Hey man, you gonna put your pads on, or are you gonna obsess over that flooring for the next thirty minutes?". This knocks him out of his stupor as he looks up at me.
The looks at me with a flash of speculation, before it quickly gets replaced with a warm, smile as he says," Oh, it's nothing, just have a lot on my mind."
I know Stiles is incredibly smart, smarter than most people. When things are out of place, he tends to notice. I have no doubt he knows Scott is a werewolf or a werewolf adjacent. The drastic change in my physiology was undoubtedly caught by him as well. The weight on his mind must be tremendous, with the Scott thing and trying to understand what has happened to me.
On the field all is the same except for my endurance and strength have gone up by leaps and bounds, I'm able to take down guys that would put me on my ass only days earlier. Not to mention, my mile time is greatly improved jumping by a few minutes.
Nearing the end of the practice, coach has a conflicted look on his face. He strides up and with a crazed look before his face changes almost immediately as his face becomes more wolf-like, as his face elongates slightly and hair gets longer, before having a permanent scowl. He has red eyes, which gives me temporary pause, before I notice that there's not pressure. He must be a blutbad like dad said before.
I avoid his eyes like the plague as my eyes are glued to his chest, before he says," Who are you and what the hell did you do with Richter?", he says in a slightly deepened and scruffy voice, before his voice changes back to normal in the middle of his sentence.
I look back at his eyes as they are the simple brown that they were earlier before I say,"I guess I was holding back before. Today I came in annoyed, y'know?".
"Well that sounds like you need to come in annoyed more often!", he says with a raised voice.
With that a beautiful Chevrolet Chevelle pulls up to the training field.
I stroll up and take a look in the window. With ragged clothes and blood dripping from his head, my dad looks at me with a bright smile and says", We need to talk".
I get in without saying a word. Well shit, what could be strong enough to damage my dad like that was the first thing that went through my brain. For my dad to throw someone through a door and out in the lawn 20-30 sum odd feet, with one arm is insane in my opinion. Not to mention my dad's healing factor being multiples more than mine, and he's still bleeding, he must have gotten in a life or death fight with something or someone.
Someone strong.
"It's time I tell you why we're in this town and why I look like something chewed me up and spit me out," said my dad in a tired voice as though he had a lot to explain.
I put my weight on the armrest and relax.
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Chrisbro14 All universes that are weaker than Marvel and DC like Grimm, Teen Wolf, and Supernatural are optimized to that level. For example an Alpha from teen wolf can bust through a brick wall like ripping paper or strategically take down a building but not knock it down from sheer force, like Thor.
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