A New Beginning

A white light envelops my vision as my consciousness starts to grow into existence. Without any reflection of myself I have full knowledge of what monster I am. I have my full image inside my head, along with full arcane knowledge needed to cast spells.

I feel the sun shining on me as I feel the soft grass holding my body. I prop myself up immediately and look around. In front of me is some kind of ruin. It has Greek looking columns that hold up an arcing crescent like stone that has fine craftsmanship. In the center of the pillars is a stone statue in a familiar shape. It’s a statue of your monster ours form, one with quite the detail you must admit.

As I look around I find myself at the foot of said ruins, in a clearing surrounded by a sparse amount of trees. There’s a cliff side that stands towering behind the ruins. It’s a stunning view to take in, it looks like some kind of forgotten temple, although temple would be a generous thing to call a collection of columns.

As I stand up and get used to this hulking for of mine I notice some movement on the outside of the clearing. As I observe it I see a small green, quite ugly figure walking towards me. In its hand is a crude wooden club and it’s covered by rags. It looks like a stereotypical goblin. As we lock eyes it crouches in a small pose and creeps up slowly towards me. ‘There’s no way he thinks he’s sneaking right’ I had thought to myself, lo and behold though he kept up his approach. While staring at him I was able to see his stats. He had the affliction starving and runt. His stats were all pitiful and his health was sitting at a measly two. When he got within a good two meters from me he started to sprint club held high screeching a terrible sound. Out of surprise and fright I clenched my fist and swung at him.

Pieces of his face scattered the ground as his head seemed to pop like a grape. It was a rush of adrenaline that filled me, a pure high I was feeling. I felt like I could kill a thousand of them, a million if I wanted. I had a feeling of absolute power come over me. Looking around at the mess though I felt a bit dirty. Although it was a goblin that would have **** someone or murdered someone, or **** **** them, it felt a bit wrong to take a life. Taking a bit of time to process what happened I put the **** of the goblin behind me, and steeled myself as this was the way things would be.

I dragged the goblin corpse out into the trees and found a small stream to wash some gore off of me.

Returning to my ruins…er… pure grounds, I went through my stats a bit.

Race:

Rank 1 - Lowly Spirit (100/10000)

Class:

Knight 2 (500/1000)

Assassin 2 (50/1000)

Sorcerer 2 (0/1000)

It seemed like I gained a hundred experience from the goblin and my buff gave me five times the experience. It also seemed like I was a lowly spirit, what the fuck is up with that, I didn’t choose a lowly spirit, that Angel fucking scammed me.

Feeling a bit disgruntled from the “lowly spirit” I decided to test some of the other things the angel had given me. Focusing on my form I felt myself growing smaller and more… compact? I couldn’t really describe what I was feeling. When I opened my eyes I was seeing from a smaller perspective. As I put my hands in front of me I could see that they were human. “At least the polymorph wasn’t a scam.” I said out loud to myself in a human voice.

Canceling the spell I returned to my form and looked for the small stream I had found earlier. I decided that the best way to find life was to follow the water, surely that applied to another world too. So I set off, walking beside the stream, set to find any form of life.