章 1: Chapter 1 - Prologue
A/N: I do not own or have rights to high-school of the dead or any other franchises depicted in this story. They belong to their respective creators. This is a non-profit fanfiction.
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{Isaac pov}
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~Epilogue~
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[System: Congratulations new player! You have been given a second chance.]
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"What the hell...?" Isaac groaned as he opened his eyes only to see a floating blue transparent screen hovering in front of his peripheral vision.
Looking to the room around him he was worried to see he was in a...plane of some kind.
Bolting upright isaac quickly covered his mouth in sheer worry. The fear of breathing overtaking his sense of curiosity.
There is a serious reason for his behavior...
A crippling reason....
Before waking in this unfamiliar room he had been a patient confined within a room designed for to keep out all means of microbes due to a crippling affliction.
A severely compromised immune system so feeble it was unable to even ward off the most basic of bacteria. Diseases and sickness especially were considered a death sentence.
For the last eighteen years he spent his existence inside a room designed for those of his condition. The room's very air was artificial. It's interior constantly purging all harmful microbes. The medical specialists in charge of his care were the closest thing to human interaction.
Video games, virtual reality and anime... they were the only means he could of see the world and escape his isolation. It was also the very means to allow his imagination to run free.
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[<Evolutionary gene system> responding to the host's distress!]
- [Be at ease host, this is not a simulation. Your body has been modified to a higher level in order to survive in open air and bacteria.]
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Seeing the screen and text he was unsure whether he was delirious or the interface was actually telling the truth. Even the title of the otherworldly phenomenon was off putting...
But....considering he wasn't choking on the air or his skin breaking out from the exposure it might be telling the truth...
Before he could question the system further, a series of sudden memories flooded into his mind. His death...floating in the void....meeting the goddess who sent him here....memories of his counterpart living in this reality.
"Haah...haaah...so this truly isn't a simulation..." isaac sighed resolutely as the pain in his skull subsided.
He died...all because of a technical fucking malfunction in his vr headset...fried his brain in mere seconds...it was fortunate he did see or feel it coming...
Coming back to his senses from the inner turmoil that was the discovery of his passing he quickly removed his hand from his mouth as he felt someone place their own hand upon his shoulder.
Looking to the perpetrator his eyes gazed upon a black woman with glamorous features looking down at him in deep concern.
"Isaac, are you alright? Are you having trouble breathing?" She asked as her face came closer in order to examine him closely.
Flustered towards her close proximity his sense of smell was overwhelmed by her floral perfume.
Even her very outfit consisting of a loose white loose buttoned up blouse tucked into a long form fitting black skirt that showed off every detail of her large curvaceous body and rear didn't help in calming his now festering hormones.
"U-uh yeah, just had a bad dream." Isaac stuttered, his eyes looked up met her hazel orbs which caused a smile to grace her full luscious lips.
"I see, that's a relief. I thought you were suffocating..." Relieved by his answer she walked passed him, her high heels clicking against the floor with each step as she sat across from him in a reclining seat similar to his own.
The woman herself seemed to be restless to the point of being incapable of sitting still, looking out the window expectantly and checking herself out in the reflection of her phone.
"We're almost there, god I'm so excited! Swimming, seaside bungalows and all the alcohol you can drink! Not you though of course...your mother would kill me if she found out i gave you even a single drop." She giggled, squirming in her seat as though she were an excited child going to a theme park.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her actions while his eyes continued to admire her form further from afar.
From her thick voluptuous thighs and wide hips to her large busoms straining the clothes she wore. God...they had to be at least a E cup at most...
Noticing his wandering eyes a smirk graced her lips. "You seem to be excited too, picturing me in a swimsuit?"
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"Was it that obvious..." he asked with a flustered expression, earning a playful laugh from the woman. "For me, easy to tell. Well, I have been looking after you since your days in diapers." She smirked in amusement at his uncomfortable state.
"Thank you... for that wonderful tidbit about our lovely times together aunty..." isaac groaned as the plane lightly trembled from mild turbulence.
Throughout their continued chatter memories steadily wormed their way into his mind by the system itself.
16 years worth...
Born to a well off household, both parents his parents being members of the governmental department bureau of economics and business.
It was the duty of their specific regiment to maintain relations with the Japanese government specifically. Such efforts caused the family to conduct many trips back and forth to and from both countries.
When upon Japanese soil the boy was taught to the point of madness the traditions, language and different writing styles of their homeland. The pay provided by such a carrier allowed the boy to enjoy the splendors of a finer culture.
It was only in the days of infancy that his mother assigned a close colleague to look after his well being. That woman was the very ebony goddess sitting before him now.
Jeanette, a close friend of his parents and former military operative. Once he reached his informative years she graciously trained his counterpart in the basics of military drills and firearm training for the necessity of self defense at the age of 6.
In the begining, the activities she had him undergo were light, doable and efficient for his early stages of his growth. Simple exercise, dieting and self defense training were the norm for the delicate stage of his childhood.
It was only after he turned 13 that her...attitude and methods of each session was hell to the point of nearly running away entirely only to be dragged back. She seemed to enjoy those moments, if his memories were accurate...
Waking him up at the crack of dawn she'd be shouting orders at the top of her lungs to get dressed, then eating breakfast, daily drill exercises, lessons on taking apart a pistol or rifle depending on which she provided, more exercise, lunch, exercise again, put back together the gun he disassembled hours ago and then have a well deserved dinner.
In the infancy of his training he would pass out mid-day from sheer exaustion in the earlier stages. Their were even moments where he thought his heart was going to explode out of his chest.
He even tried to run away, only to be caught by her not long after. Never even made it outside the perimeter of the house during most attempts...
The only times he ever recieved any manner of reprieve was his periodes of travel outside the United States.
But as time passed his tolerance did indeed increased little by little.
Exercise became common place, putting together and maintaining firearms became second nature. Even he and Jeanette's bond became closer, but that bond didn't mean she was soft in his continued training regiment by any means.
She may have had the body of a model and the smile that would make any child feel safe and contentful or a man's heart melt with desire, but In reality, hidden beneath her soft exterior hid a alcoholic she-devil with a body strong enough to take down most individuals, even himself despite being taller than her at this point in time...
By no means was she abusive. Just a very sadistic and perverted drunk.
Asking if she was pretty....complaining about her love life....making sleazy actions and jokes. There was indeed a point in time she tried to sexually assault him...at the age of 12. Lets just say his mother didn't let her see him again for a year until she cleaned up her act.
When Jeanette returned she did change, her drunk persona was even more sleezy, she was just alot smarter at hiding her booze.
With the added benefit of projectile vomiting.
God...so much vomit...
Nevertheless...he still cared for her all the same.
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[The player has recieved an array of skills and a race alteration from the goddess. Does the host wish to receive her gifts?]
[Y/N]
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Leaning an elbow against his armrest he rested his hand against his cheek and closed his eyes to give the appearance of dozing off into space in order to focus on the floating transparent blue screen instead. Leaving the panther to her own business.
'Yes, please proceed.' He thought, in mere seconds a new panel came into view with a list of items that surprised him to see.
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☆ [Ding!] ☆
▪︎[{Race - Evolved} recieved!]
(Index: The ultimate stage of a volatile virus evolution known as the blacklight virus, perfected by the goddess of reincarnation to be a tool of the host to survive their new reality. Like most of your imperfected kin your variation gives the host a major boost in strength, speed and heightened instincts. Consume further biomass to grow stronger and become a true apex predator.)
[Blacklight - {Skill: Consume}: has been unlocked!]
(Description: Absorb the biomass of other individuals. All special organisms consumed will give the user a boost in strength depending on size and power of the intended target!)
[Blacklight - {Skill: Glide}: has been unlocked!]
(Description: Through lightening their own biomass the user is able to soar across the sky for a short period.)
[Blacklight - {Skill: Viral sonar}: has been unlocked!] (Current range: 100 meters)
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Isaac had to deploy every method of self control he knew not to react to the plethora of gifts and skills in the presence of his gaurdian. But those attempts failed as the need to vomit rose to the surface in mere moments.
Quickly getting to his feet he steadied himself quickly towards the vessel's restroom, despite Jeanette's concern over his sudden actions. Locking the door he wasted no time in vomiting into the toilet bowl. While he continued to retch his head throbbed, vision turning periodically grey as red and black tendrils lashed out prominently throughout his body for mere seconds when the headache was at its worst.
"Fuck...." he choked out, spitting into the bowl as the waves of nausea and pain subsided. 'The damb thing could have warned me about the gene integration's side effects...'
Looking down into the toilet his stomach lurched at the black and red bile coating the inside of the bowl's interior. Flushing away the gunk his mind froze in realization at a potential complication he might have caused.
Resting an arm numbly upon the rim of the toilet he looked at the list of notifications of skills. To say gaining the abilities of the blacklight virus brightened his spirits was an understatement.
'Wait...If I have the blacklight virus, does that mean I'm a symptomatic carrier?' He thought worryingly his eyes peering towards the door then to his hands. The last thing he wanted was to do was inadvertently become a bio-terrorist like that psychopath Alex Mercer...
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[Be at ease, host. Through my goddess's intervention the virus is no longer contractable nor is the host able to willingly infect others. This action was taken in response to the administrator of this reality, they wouldn't exactly be pleased for a newcomer to cause the end of the world so soon.]
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'Oh thank god....i can still have sex afterall.' he comically teared up tiredly as the news informed by the system. Looking to the dungeon function given to him by the ones above he smiled in relief knowing he had a way to get stronger before the end of the world came 'literally' bursting through the door.
Flushing away his recent mess he struggled to his feet and washed his face to rid the blood that had dried on his lips.
Taking in a deep breath he looked into the mirror to see a being 100% identical to himself. Yet the chisled features and jaw made him feel like he was looking at a identical stranger.
What was once his gaunt features of the past were now full of life and evenly proportioned with taught muscle to that of a athlete as bright steel colored eyes looked back scrupulously, giving him a air of maturity and professionalism. His scalp almost bare with only a thin layer of hair remaining, showing how impactful the training had been to influence his style and preferences.
The only imperfection he found on his face that caught his eye was a large scar running down across his left cheek. The next to garner his attention was his full attention.
Well...it wasn't on par with a bodybuilder, but it wasn't unimpressive either. His new physique was much more akin to the body of a professional swimmer.
Broad shoulders, defined pecks, abs, lads and traps were the main focus of his built up muscle mass.
"Besides the scar I look pretty damb good~." Isaac grinned flexing in the mirror. Looking to his clothing he had been dressed in a pair of dark grey swim trunks and a simple faded white tank top, exposing much of his torso to the world. It was rather dull attire for someone who had the cash to obtain fancier clothing. But appearing wealthy wasn't his forte.
The lad found the fashion of the upper class rather tedious, dressing in such flashy garb just to never wear it any time soon besides important events was so wasteful...
Breaking out of his personal admiration he felt the plane below his feet begin to steadly dip down towards the surface of the earth, signaling to the occupants it was begining its landing procedure. At the same instance a fist slammed onto the door as the sounds of his aunts muffled voice blared on the otherside.
Gulping down a mouthful of saliva he took a deep sigh of resignation.
"She's going to beat my ass for this, i just know..."
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A/N: For the Mc's appearance I was inspired to have him look similar to Jake muller from resident evil 6. Please let me know how you like this story so far and i'll continue on making the next chapters.
Feel free to give any ideas to what Isaac's first dungeon should be. (The dungeons will be other apocalyptic worlds.)
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