章節 1: Type-Moon System
Chapter 1 - Type-Moon System
[Welcome to the Type-Moon System!]
[We offer our sincerest blessings to you as a new user.]
[As a beginner, we'll give you a head start: a single free pull with a guaranteed five-star item.]
[Plus, you'll get special beginner perks, ensuring you pull at least a three-star item until your beginner period ends.]
[Decide to play now, and you'll get a Spatial Pocket to store your stuff.]
[You'll also get world-travel abilities.]
[So, what do you say? Ready to join?]
The boy sitting in front of the computer was intrigued and hit the "OK" button.
Instantly, his consciousness froze, and a black hole appeared in front of him, swallowing him whole.
A line of creepy text popped up on the screen, still glowing in the dimly lit room, like it had been waiting for this moment:
[Thanks for joining us!]
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[Hey, everyone. I'm Bell Cranel, but those who know me call me Bell.]
[As you know, I'm a transmigrator. Instead of getting hit by a truck, I got dragged into this world by some damn system.]
A fourteen-year-old boy named Bell Cranel, with white hair and red eyes, was writing a diary on his second day after being dumped into this new world.
Sure, serious people don't keep diaries—they can spill all kinds of personal crap. If someone reads them, it can be hella embarrassing. But Bell wasn't that serious.
He was alone in some weird magical world that had thrown his entire worldview into the trash. To deal with the shit storm in his head, he needed a way to vent the stuff he couldn't say out loud.
Writing a diary was the best way.
His place was barely furnished: two beds, a table and chairs, and a fireplace. Bell sat by the warm fire, the flames casting shadows that danced on the walls.
[The most valuable pull is guaranteed to be five stars. I thought I'd pull a heroic spirit, but nope—it was a Mystic Code. Luckily, it's a five-star Mystic Code that's super handy for my current situation, and it's already maxed out. This has to be the system's biggest gift to me.]
Bell paused his writing and stared into the fire, letting out a deep sigh. The flames reflected in his red eyes, showing a mix of determination and frustration.
["Combat Judgment": As long as I gain battle experience, I'll get stronger.]
[With this five-star Mystic Code, I can level up fast even without joining a familia.]
As he wrote this, Bell's red eyes showed only depression and pain.
[Pulling items is my biggest headache right now.]
[I'm still a beginner, so max I can pull is a three-star item, and even those are just basic newbie stuff. I have to wait until I'm out of the beginner phase to unlock better pulls, like Heroic Spirits.]
[What does this mean?]
[It means that for now, I'm stuck with pulling one-star, two-star and three-star items.]
[Thankfully, the items I pull from the Type-Moon system don't have a carry limit, so I can stack them up.]
[This is my edge. I can get stronger quickly as long as I have enough Valis.]
[One pull costs 1,000 Valis, which is a discount for beginners. Once the restriction is lifted, one pull will cost 10,000 Valis, which is a massive funding gap.]
[So, becoming an adventurer is my only option.]
After writing this, Bell put down the pen and carefully stored the notebook in the Spatial Pocket provided by the Type-Moon system, making sure no one could see his private thoughts.
He stretched, stood up, and walked to the window. The wind howled outside, but the night sky was bright with stars, offering him a bit of comfort.
"The next step is to head to Orario," he muttered, feeling a mix of excitement and dread.
Bell still felt uneasy. "I really hope this isn't a mistake," he whispered, looking at the distant horizon.
"I should get some sleep."
"I've got to leave early tomorrow anyway."
With a mix of anticipation and nerves, Bell soon drifted off. Even though his quilt was rough, it was comfortable enough to give him the only time when his mind could stop racing.
When he woke up at dawn, he felt mentally refreshed, better than he'd expected.
"My physical recovery is solid, and my mental state's on point."
Bell got up and went to the window of the wooden house. The wind still whistled outside, but the weather was decent today—or rather, it had been for the past few days.
Since it hadn't rained lately, the ground was dry. Bell figured that walking through the forest for miles would be easier on non-muddy terrain.
Knowing today was the best day to leave, Bell quickly packed all the necessary items into the Spatial Pocket provided by the Type-Moon system. One of Bell's advantages was not having to carry any extra weight, making him more mobile.
Early in the morning, Bell was ready to go.
He wore a heavy sweater coat since it was still freezing in the early morning forest, and it wasn't wise to expose too much skin in the wild.
A bite from a poisonous mosquito could be deadly.
Because Bell was in a small village on the outskirts, where no adventurers had walked this road, getting any effective potions for poisoning was impossible. Poisoning was another problem Bell had to deal with in the wild.
After making all the necessary preparations, Bell glanced back at the cabin.
"I won't see you again for a while. Hopefully, I'll come back someday."
"Goodbye."
When a man decides to do something, he shouldn't hesitate because hesitation just fucks with your judgment.
At the crossroads of life, you need to make a single choice; too many options will only mess you up.
Bell didn't look back and set off on the road, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety about the future.
The Tower of Babel was his target in the distance.
There was no need to overthink; just keep pushing forward.
If he had a horse, it would take less than half a day to cross the forest. Bell didn't know how long it would take him to walk through it on foot.
But one thing was clear: camping in the forest at night was asking for trouble.
So, he had to get through the forest and find a safe place to camp.
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[IMG of Bell]
章節 2: Journey Ahead!
Chapter 2 - Journey Ahead!
As the sun was almost down, Bell stepped out of the forest and onto the roadside.
"I really thought I'd end up spending the night in the damn forest," he muttered.
To be honest, Bell would never have chosen to camp out in the forest if he had any other choice.
Camping might have been a thing in his previous life, but that was based on the relative safety of campsites. That couldn't compare to this messed-up world where swords and magic were the norm.
No one could guarantee what kind of monsters were lurking in the forest.
You could run into an ant that spits acid or a lizard that's a master of camouflage.
Basically, unless you're strong, the forest is a place to avoid. If you're unlucky enough to stumble into some monster's territory, you might as well kiss your ass goodbye.
That's why Bell figured it was less risky to stick to the road.
If the biggest danger in the forest is the monsters hiding in the shadows, the real threat on the road comes from people.
After all, some people have monsters hiding in their hearts.
But Bell wasn't too worried about those types. He had nothing worth stealing, and even if some bandit saw him, they'd probably pass him by.
Even counting what he had in his Spatial Pocket, Bell's entire net worth wouldn't exceed 12,000 valis. Out of that, 10,000 valis were the living expenses his grandfather left him, and the remaining 2,000 valis were just some clothes, camping gear, cutlery, food, three short knives, and three sharpening stones.
Bell glanced around and decided to set up camp by the roadside.
This road was pretty well-traveled. Sure, there was a chance he'd be spotted by passing adventurers, but Bell was confident no one would bother robbing him, and even if adventurers came by, they wouldn't attack him.
And really, do adventurers who camp by the roadside even have any spare money?
It's obvious to anyone who's been around that there's no point in attacking someone if there's no reward.
Plus, Bell was just a fourteen-year-old kid fresh out of the village. He wasn't a threat to anyone, so camping by the road was the safest bet.
It also gave him a chance to see how many people were moving along the road.
After making his decision, Bell looked around and carefully pulled a small tent out of his Spatial Pocket.
The tent was just big enough for one person. It wasn't much, but it would do.
Even though Bell had crammed the wooden bed from his house into the Spatial Pocket, there was no way he was taking that out while camping outside. Especially without any obvious transportation—it would just raise too many questions about how he was carrying all this stuff.
He quickly started a fire with some flint, poured water he'd gathered earlier into a pot, and took out some meat he'd prepped earlier from the Spatial Pocket while the water heated up.
"Good thing Grandfather hunted a bear before he left."
Bell was grateful to his grandfather for keeping his identity a secret.
Bear meat was plentiful and would last him at least a month.
There's no concept of time in the Spatial Pocket, so once something's stored, you don't have to worry about it going bad.
Bell carefully cut the bear meat into small pieces. After cleaning the knife, he put it back in the Spatial Pocket.
By now, the water was boiling. He carefully dropped the meat into the pot.
The meat quickly changed from red to pale white in the boiling water, and a layer of impurities formed on the surface.
He pulled the meat out of the water, dumped out the pot, wiped it down, and put it back in the Spatial Pocket.
He then grabbed a frying pan and added just a tiny bit of oil.
Oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar were all hard to come by and expensive as hell, so Bell used them sparingly.
Who knew when he'd be able to restock? It might not be possible until he reached Orario, so he needed to stretch his supplies as far as he could.
Once the meat was fried, he flipped it over, kept cooking until it was nicely browned, sprinkled on a little salt, cooked it until the salt melted, and then pulled the pan off the fire.
By the time Bell finished cooking, it had gone from dusk to night. The sky was pitch black, like someone had thrown a blanket over it. Without stars, it felt like the whole world was shrouded in darkness.
At the edge of the forest, a small fire could be seen.
The curling blue smoke was a dead giveaway that someone was there.
But everything around was quiet, and you could hear the chirping of mosquitoes—a good sign when you're out in the wild.
If you couldn't even hear mosquitoes, then shit was about to hit the fan.
Bell scanned the area to make sure everything was fine. He poured himself a glass of water, grabbed a fork, and started digging into his dinner—pan-fried bear meat.
He took a bite.
"This is way different from beef."
As soon as he bit into the meat, Bell noticed the texture was different from beef. It was more tender and had a springy texture.
"The flavor's damn good. Just salt, but it tastes amazing."
Bell found himself eating faster without even realizing it.
In no time, the plate was empty.
"Ahh!"
After eating, he downed a glass of water. The cool water just made everything better.
"Now, I'm satisfied!"
After eating and drinking, Bell, sitting on the grass, felt a lot more relaxed.
A whole day of non-stop running had wiped him out. This time to eat and rest was the most precious thing in the world for him.
"Next, I need to pick up the pace and try to reach Orario within a month."
Bell knew his adventure would only really start once he made it to Orario.
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[IMG of forest]
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