Ow, I said as I rubbed my head and looked up from the floor. I sat up and the sunlight poured down into my face and revealed my chest. I just realized I was shirtless, and I looked down. Well, I definitely didn't train for this. I stood up and went to my—or his?—bed. Who cares, it's mine now. I laid on it.
"Ow."
This feels like pure lack of talent in making this bed.
I groaned and looked at the hole in my ceiling. I looked around—definitely medieval style, but the poor kind. I stopped my thought process because I heard a loud sound at my door, which was now being kicked open, and a male voice from behind it yelled:
"Where is my money, you damn two-bit brat!"
I sighed. Of course I owe someone money, why wouldn't I? I rolled my eyes and said the first name that came to mind.
"He—Jakey, man, listen—"
Before I could get the thought out, the door came flying off and a big guy who obviously lacks the talent to grow hair stepped through and said:
"What the hell did you call me, brat?"
I rolled off my bed and landed on my side. "Ow." And I stood and muttered, "Why did I roll and not just move off the bed?" And the big guy, obviously pissed off, walked up and pulled a knife and yelled:
"Where is my money, boy!"
I looked at him. I definitely was not in the mood for this, but I couldn't beat him—I mean, he's like 6'5". …Wait.
I laughed and fixed my hair. That pushed Jakey off the edge, and he ran forward. I jumped and used his shoulder to push off of, and I did a flip and thought:
I made this character to be stacked with buffs. There is no way I'm losing to one guy—
Jakey turned around and threw a fireball.
Wait, what the fuc—
I got hit head-on and slammed into the wall. He laughed and said:
"What the hell was that? Did you think that would even work, dumb as—"
He couldn't finish the sentence because I ran out of the smoke and kicked him dead in the jaw.
That hurt like hell.
Jakey—the guy who got pushed back—looked at me and screamed:
"My name is Roair, you damned brat!"
He threw another fireball at me. This one I dodged and threw a chair in his face, which made his nose start bleeding, and I ran forward and used arua, the enemy physical fighters use to enhance their strength and speed in the game—which now is real—and I made sure to make this body pretty sensitive to arua and mana. I punched him straight in the face and his head snapped back with a sharp crack and he flew back.
"Damn, my bad, bro. I did not mean to hit you that hard," I said, sad.
I leaned over him. He was definitely out cold.
"Is he alive?"
I fixed my hair. "I think he is."
I paced the room for a bit, really excited. I just used arua, so this really is my new life? Cool.
I smiled but instantly felt a ping of guilt. Did Narctot have a life? Was he real? Was any of this real? If so why was I playing it? How am I even here? I sat on my bed and thought for a long moment.
The voice said I was made to be more. But what? What am I supposed to be? Am I me or am I Narctot? I used arua—he…
I sighed. Overthinking is pointless right now.
I looked over at Jakey. What should I do with him?
I smiled a bit as I got an idea, so I tied him up and tied his hands facing his back, which would definitely be uncomfortable for him, but also made sure he couldn't use fireball without me knowing. And I just looked out the window for a while until I heard:
"What the hell is this! Narctot, you owe me money and you have the dumb idea to tie me up!?"
He kept ranting, and I tuned him out and thought about what I would ask him—until he said something interesting.
"Narctot, you damn brat, you know Isnau will have your head for this, you dirty mother—"
I kicked him in the mouth as I stood.
"You said Isnau, huh? Like the noble who buys slaves?"
He looked shocked and said:
"How the hell do you know that?"
I replied with, "Don't worry about that."
I then kicked him in the face and knocked him out because I used arua, which covered my foot like a blue light—beautiful, but definitely hurts. I smiled.
"Isnau, huh? Okay. That's a good thing. He's important and has a lot of gold. And as a commoner in Ishmau, there is a special rule that allows commoners to challenge the nobles. Most who don't have a death wish don't, because the difference in gold, silver, and the fact nobles usually have trained guards, so most commoners would die. But me?" I shrugged. "I have a chance. And if I end up dying, hey, it's not like I lose anything. The magic and arua stuff is cool but not necessarily something I need."
I looked out the window. And the noble I was talking about was doing the exact same thing in his mansion. Isnau's right hand spoke:
"Sir?"
He waited for a reply, which he got from Isnau.
"Yes, Riner?"
He said as he looked over his shoulder.
"Sir, Roair has not come back yet."
Isnau let out a short laugh. "Am I supposed to care?"
Riner replied, "No, sir, but he was supposed to get you your money by this morning and it is evening, si—"
Isnau threw his chair at Riner, which Riner let hit him. He was unmoved, and Isnau started:
"What the hell did you say—actually, don't answer that question. Find him and kill him, simple. And get me my damn money, Riner, or your head will be on the board next."
Isnau looked out the window once again, which is when I stopped looking out the window and looked back at Roair. He could be useful, but for now…
I looked at the bed, grabbed him, and threw him outside, then fixed my door and laid down—not to sleep, but to think.
And I think this is the end of the chapter. 😜 I know, I know, but chill. I hope you enjoyed this, and next chapter will hopefully be soon. Peace y'all.