"Looks like I’m still dreaming..." Those words ca out of my mouth. I was so shocked. Before my eyes was a female character from my favorite book. The fictional girl that I admired the most was right in front of .
Either I was still in a dream, or I was going crazy and she was so kind of hallucination. This couldn’t be real. Could it be so kind of side effect of reading a lot of Chapters in such a short period of ti? Does that kind of thing even exist?
But the red-haired woman looking at seed so real.
"Why are you making this face? Is sothing wrong?" asked Sarah. She leaned toward . Her expression had shifted from anger to curiosity. Her shining blue eyes were fixed on .
She was close. Really, really close. Her face was just a few centiters away from mine. Her pleasant scent drifted into my nose, activating my senses. She definitely felt real.
Also, because she leaned in my direction, her cleavage was exposed from my perspective. And again, her breasts looked real too.
"Eh?" However, sothing seed strange in her eyes. It took so ti to realize it because I was srized by Sarah’s beauty. It was supposed to be reflected in her pupils. But it wasn’t—at least not my face.
"Sarah..." I said reluctantly. I had a bad feeling about my body.
"Yeah, that’s my na." The woman was talking to as if I had hit my head and gotten a concussion.
"Do you have so kind of mirror?" It must’ve sounded strange, but she didn’t complain about my request.
She was carrying a bag on her back, and from inside it she took a shiny object. The handheld mirror she gave had a coral dusk border decorated with little pink flowers. I opened a small smile.
’I see. Just like in the book, the Sarah in front of likes girly things, even if it’s way too feminine for a Swordsman.’
I took the mirror in my hands and, for the first ti, I could clearly see my new self.
"W-why?" My smile vanished when I saw my reflection. I recognized this face. It was...
"Rick, is everything all right?" She grew concerned when she saw my gloomy expression.
"No, it’s nothing, Sarah... You can go ahead of . I’ll et you and Leo soon." I tried my best to fake tranquility. It seed to work. The girl looked more at ease.
"If you say so. Just don’t take too long." Sarah said, then exited the room.
When her footsteps couldn’t be heard anymore, I started pulling the hair out of my head.
"Fucking shit! This is the worst scenario possible!" I shouted to release all my frustration. It was confird. I had transmigrated to the world of "SSS-Class Ragnarok Legend."
But I beca the worst character possible at the beginning of the story. Now I was Richard Forster, also known as Rick, one of the early mbers of the main hero party at "SSS-Class Ragnarok Legend".
I could only stare at my new appearance. My face had changed into this character’s, but I still seed to be in my early twenties. My eyes had turned cyan-blue, and my hair had beco short and layered with bangs, like an ani character.
"My hair looks like K*rito’s. For real? Hey, wait a minute...!"
I also noticed that my height had changed. I used to be 1.85 m (6’1’’), but Rick had 1.70 m (5’7’’), so I was down by 15 centiters. "Hey, in my world people have to pay a fortune and break their bones to gain re 5 centiters. And I lost three tis that. Are you kidding ?"
I looked at my crotch. There was a possibility that sothing else besides my height had gotten smaller. In a gesture of courage, I pulled down my pants and faced the truth.
"It looks like my friend from the other world."
For so reason, my dick was identical to mine before transmigrating: color, shape, and size. The weapon between my legs was a perfect replica.
"It isn’t a Big Fucking Sword, but it didn’t turn into a Mythril Knife either..." I sighed, a little calr after the discovery.
However, my physical change wasn’t the worst part of all that. There was only one truth. This transmigration was a death sentence.
Usually, this would be a good thing. Being sent to another world, a fantasy world on top of that. A new exotic reality with more possibilities than the modern world. It was sothing that the majority could only dream of.
I was supposed to be happy about it, but in my case, there was a caveat. I had beco an Extra who had a bigger role at the beginning of the story, when the power level was still low.
Among the three party mbers from the start, Rick was the weakest. And that was because of one single thing: Rick Forster didn’t have a class suited for combat, nor skills that would compensate for that. At least not as an offensive type.
In this world, the skills, the powers that you can use to fight monsters, depend on your class. Knight, Swordsman, Mage, Priest, Assassin, Monk and many others are classes given to you at birth and revealed to you by divination. If you are born without a class, you won’t awaken one later on in life.
Rick was different from everyone else. His class was called Everyman: a rare class that allows its user to learn any skill from any other class. I know this idea may sound like this class is OP, but the devil is in the details.
Unlike other classes, Everyn cannot learn skills by leveling up. They acquire skills only through life experience outside of combat. If an Everyman prays a lot for protection, he can gain a defensive skill from the Priest class, but it’s not certain if he will gain it in the first place.
The good side is that once he learns a skill from another class, he can use it. A Knight can’t use Fire Ball. Mage can’t use Shadow Walk and so on. Most classes are limited in this regard.
In theory, he doesn’t need to take risks in a dungeon mission, but in practice there’s no certainty about what he will learn, or if he will learn at all. So Rick is a lucky guy gifted with a rare class that is worth SHIT!
But that isn’t the worst part. Rick’s character dies during the first arcs of SCRL, killed by one of the initial villains. So if I follow the story from the original book, I will die as well.
Rick was destined to die at the beginning as a sacrifice to motivate Leo and Sarah against their enemy. This was his function in the plot. And now it was my function.
"As if I would say that! This is extrely unfair! I was taking care of my life until I was dragged into this situation. What kind of sick joke is this?"
If it were under different circumstances, without a death on, I would be glad to be sent to another world. Fight monsters, defeat evil mages and do it with beautiful won. It wouldn’t be easy from the start, but I thought that was the fun of it.
The modern world was pretty boring, to say the least. Nothing that people call an accomplishnt in life seed aningful to . Every win seed pointless, but just one loss hit you hard. It looked like a world designed to kill your will to live. Maybe I just didn’t fit.
But a fantasy world is a different case. An infinite number of possibilities in a dieval setting, dungeons to explore, and calamities to be stopped. It looked more exciting than the hell made of concrete. Even the darkest of stories seed more interesting than any calculus lesson that I had in the past.
I had a good friend back there, Hugo, a good loving family, and I liked to read fantasy books, but living an adventure in a world of swords and magic was an offer that I would accept without thinking twice.
’So why am I so reluctant? Death is near, but will I just be a coward and give up? Will I run to a faraway place where the deadly event cannot reach ? This world is a new life. A new start in the kind of world that I’ve wished for.’ I thought inwardly. ’If I survive by running away, I will regret running from the main plot of this story for the rest of my life.’
’Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad. I won’t see you guys again, but you didn’t raise your son just to live like a bird in a cage, right? My biggest regret is that I didn’t say goodbye to you all.’
I sighed deeply. ’There’s no point in getting mad. I’ll just waste energy and cloud my own thoughts. I need to think straight, so I can find a way out.’
So I breathed until I cald down.
’I really am inside the world of Ragnarok Legend, so the novel beca my new reality. This is sothing that I can’t change. But accepting reality didn’t an accepting this death. Rick is not dead yet, so maybe, just maybe, I could change the events of this world.’
"Wait a sec..." An idea popped into my head. If I were a cartoon, a lamp would light up above my head.
At the beginning of the novel, the MC received his powers after a certain event inside the dungeon near his town.
Inside that low-rank dungeon, he discovered an ancestral secret and unlocked a cheat power. He didn’t instantly beco OP, but his destiny changed at this plot point.
"He changed his destiny, so why can’t I?" It didn’t need to be him. I knew where the secret place was, and knew which plot events could unlock this scenario.
Just one thing needed to be done.
"I’ll go to that dungeon, and steal MC’s cheat power..." I said with determination.
A strand of red hair fluttering in the wind passed through my life. If I solved the main problem, my life in this world could beco a paradise.
"... and I will build my harem, starting with Sarah!"
A fantasy world should be a universe full of possibilities, not just one single dead end. If I could change that thing, I could build the life of my dreams.
I won’t die a pitiful death. I won’t run like a coward. I’ll face this fate and fight death itself if it’s necessary.
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