What came before didn’t matter anymore, John can’t go back to his old life and he doesn’t want to. Looking around himself he’s overjoyed, no more boring cloudy English weather, no more dull job. Instead he’s been granted a fresh start in a new world. A world in which he can do what he’s always wanted to do, he can throw himself into glorious battle and defend those weaker than himself, sure he hates pain, naturally he’s currently weak and will most certainly die should he attempt to defend anyone at the moment, but that’s why he’s in this forest.
Or more accurately that’s why he’s been unceremoniously dumped in this forest by one of this world’s gods, yes gods plural, that had surprised John although he perhaps accepted it too readily as he did just die after all. Regardless he’s very happy that the god he’d met granted his two requests. His first request was to be sent to a part of the world he could grow stronger without issue, hence the forest. As for his second request, that was even simpler, he’d asked to be given the Tank class. Which the god granted without hesitation before dumping John into the forest and muttering about being stuck with an idiot for a champion.
”Status” John rumbles to himself, and sure enough his status unfolds before his eye as a stereotypical blue box.
[Status]
Name: John
Class: Tank
Hp 20/20
Mp 5/5
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 2
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Willpower: 10
Endurance: 5
Skills: Unyielding, Champion of Mixcoatl, Tyrannical Might
[Status]
”I’m fairly certain the god said the average stats for a human are five’s all around…” once again John rumbles, although now his rumbling sounds more downtrodden.
”Might as well check what my Skills do”
Unyielding: While standing in defence of another you are unable to fall unconscious.
Tyrannical Might: While using strength for the innocent you receive a boost of 5 strength scaling with skill level.
Champion of Mixcoatl: You are able to feast on the flesh of beasts and monsters that you hunt. Upon consumption of the prey you may extract an aspect from it to improve yourself. (Only effective once per type of Prey. For example the first Rabbit you consume will give an aspect, the second will not. However a different species of Rabbit when consumed for the first time will reward an Aspect)
“I understand Unyielding, I somewhat understand Champion of Mixcoatl, but how does Tyrannical might decide when I’m using strength for the innocent or not? Too much thinking, I’ll figure it out when I have something innocent to defend” Once again John rumbles, it’s not something intentional just how his voice is.
Having been standing around for quite a while, he finally inspects his surroundings more thoroughly, spotting a small puddle in the clearing he’s been dumped in, he decides to make sure his appearance is indeed his own, and sure enough looking down into the puddle he sees himself staring back.
Almost 7 feet tall, lanky despite his best efforts. A blank expression on his face as though he can’t even force a smile to his face. Brown hair, green eye, and a scar across his face from his first experience as a Tank, in his original world he’d been very unfortunate in his teens and lost his right eye defending a smaller teen.
“Fuck is that?” Naturally he’s not shocked by his own appearance, but by a creature he can see behind himself in the puddle.
(Authors note)
Hello, I’m Lazy and this is frankly my first attempt at Writing something for others to enjoy. The Prologue is the only chapter that will be done in this way, the rest will be for the most part in first person from John’s perspective. I hope you enjoy the story despite the flaws in my writing, grammar and storytelling. Especially as John will be hopefully growing alongside my writing into the tank he dreams of being.
