When I woke up, a cold wind was biting at my skin, and a very normal floating blue screen was hanging in front of my face.
== {MAIN SOUL} ==
Host: Alan Drake
Vessel Quality: Terrible [1.25%]
Vitality: Fragile [32]
Mana Capacity: Lowest [3]
– {VESSEL IDENTIFIER} —
Identity: Lous von Dragnouss
Class: Multiclass
• Apprentice Mage | Level 2 [37/400]
• Beginner Swordsman | Level 1 [15/200]
• STR: 2 | DEX: 4 | CON: 2
• INT: 19 | WIS: 11 | LUCK: 2.5%
— SKILLS —
- [Overdrive] | Level 1 [0/1250] *******
- [Dragnouss Swordart: Slash] | Level 2 [12/250] **
- [Antarla Mana Arts: Icicle] | Level 1 [34/125] *
— TRAITS —
- [Manasclerosis] (Passive)
Effect: Believed to lower the output and input of mana throughout the body.
- [Necrotic Stem Exhaustion] (Passive)
Effect: Seems to stop any external healing and slows internal healing throughout the body.
- [Secondary Osteoporosis Type III] (Passive)
Effect: Weakens the bones and increases the difficulty of managing daily tasks.
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I read every word of it, twice, and muttered the only thing on my mind.
"What... in the actual fuck..."
And that was the start of the story of how I got transmigrated into an old abandoned RPG game as an extremely weak extra.