"Fuck, fuck you all."
Alaric looked at the comments.
"Why are you guys always complaining about my novel? Do you have any fucking idea how tough it is to write something unique amidst all this generic shit?"
"Slam." He closed his laptop in frustration.
"It's my novel, and I'll fucking write it how I want. So shut the fuck up."
The only thing that could calm him down was beer. He searched for a can in the pile of empty beer cans. "Damn my luck. Now I have to leave my comfy zone to grab a rack of relaxation."
Sigh. "I'm out of money. Why am I so broke?"
"You said to me, fuck yourself."
Alaric froze, shocked by the sudden echo of a mysterious voice.
Light glowed around him. "WTF is happening?" he screamed.
"You trash of an author! When I, an Almighty being, was enjoying your story, you ruined it. Now go and give me a satisfying story."
Alaric woke up on a not-so-hard, not-so-soft bed beneath him, staring at the yellow, cracked ceiling above.
"What is this place? Where am I?" he muttered, confused.
"Bing." A transparent yellow screen appeared in front of him.
"Hello! I am SystemNotad***. I'm here to assist you with your troubles."
"SystemNotad***!!! That was the name of the system in my novel—wait!"
He rushed to a nearby large mirror."This... isn't me. Green hair? Below-average face?"
His eyes widened.
"This mosshead is the main character of my novel..."
Alaric froze, the memory of that mysterious voice echoing in his head.
"Almighty being… Who the fuck are you? Screw you."
Alaric cools down after continuous cursing.
"Calm down. Calm down." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. Right now, he is in the body of Alaric, the main character of his novel, and in front of him is the system.
He realizes that he has reached the part of the story where Alaric undergoes a regression after dying in the distant future.
The unmaintained, dusty door creaked loudly as it opened.
"What is the commotion?" A long figure with a muscular body appeared, Baron Frederick asked.
Alaric stands straight. "Nothing, Father, I was just playing around in the room ".
Baron glares. "Come, have your breakfast. Everyone awaits your arrival ".
"Yes, Father, I will be there."
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| SystemNotad*** Notification
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A Gift from ?????
|Accept| or |Reject|
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Gift, what is ????. There was nothing like this in my novel.
"Accept"
You have received "Skill: Training "
"Training skill ?"
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SystemNotad***
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Alaric:15,Male
Title: Ugly Mosshead, shut-off
Stats: Strength: 12
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 14
Mana: 1
Skill: Training
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Training: Fast Recovery of Stamina and
Mana as long as you train
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The Title is so irritating, and the skill,
"I don't remember giving the MC a skill like this, but it seems overpowered. Maybe I can get stronger faster with its help."
Alaric walked through the empty corridor and opened the door to the dining hall.
Baron Frederick sat at the center of the long dining table. Beside him were Alaric's mother, Beatrice, with her long dark hair framing her brown eyes, and his younger sister, Daisy, unlike his brother, had beautiful features of her mother.
Only two maids are in the household, both wearing ragged uniforms. The Baron Ashworth family relies solely on this tiny territory to grow barley.
"Why did I make them so poor?" Alaric wonders.
His mother, Beatrice, calls him, "Alaric, come have your breakfast before it gets cold."
"Come here and have your breakfast, Brother, or I'll eat it all myself!" Daisy calls out to Alaric with innocent black eyes.
Breakfast was hard bread that cracked audibly with every bite, and milk from the two goats, the only livestock this household owned.
"Ha, first I need to change this household's lifestyle... and I know exactly how," while he finishes his tasteless, bland meal.
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| SystemNotad*** Notification
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Quest: Change the lifestyle of the household
Reward: Bonus points 10+, Mana 2+
Failure: Coma for 3 days
(Accept) or (Reject)
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"As I thought, no one can see the system except me. "
"I'm heading out to train at the training grounds," Alaric says and walks off.
"Training?" Daisy thinks while chewing on the hard bread. "What's gotten into Brother today?"
First, if I remember correctly, five days after Alaric's regression,
Maya Goldsworth, the only daughter of the richest merchant family in the continent, visits the Ashworth territory market, desperate to prove her worth to her father. But instead of success, she's kidnapped in broad daylight by some goons.
When her father, Elias Goldsworth, finally tracks her down, it's too late—her broken body tells the story of unspeakable assault and torment. Something inside him snaps. With the fury of a grieving father and the unstoppable force of endless wealth, he crushes every criminal organization involved, tearing them apart one by one, backed by every major magic tower in the realm.
Before I save her, I need to get stronger with the help of the system.
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| SystemNotad*** Notification
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Urgent Quest: Become strong enough to protect the
Maya Goldsworth
Challenges: 100 Pushups, 100 Pullups, 20 rounds of running
Sit under the waterfall for 1 hour each day
Reward: Boxing Skill(Beginner), Trait: Fighting Spirit
Failure: Destruction of the Ashworth Household
You can not reject this quest
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"What is this quest? Are you trying to make me a strong bald man or something? What's next, crab-core training and a yellow jumpsuit?
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| SystemNotad*** Notification
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SystemNotad*** warns about the failure
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"Okay, okay, I understand." i will do it
Alaric pushed through the intense training.
98... 99... 100 push-ups.
98... 99... 100 pull-ups.
Two grueling rounds of running around the training grounds, then sitting beneath the freezing waterfall.
"Ah… ahh… I did it!" he gasped air, breathing heavily. "Thanks to my Training skill, I was able to keep up with this fantasy-level intensity…"
It seems i was able to gain some stats too.
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SystemNotad***
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Alaric:15,Male
Title: Ugly Mosshead, shut-off
Stats: Strength: 12->14
Dexterity: 10->12
Constitution: 14->16
Mana: 1
Skill: Training
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After all that hellish training, I only got 2 stat points in each stat. Seriously? And mana didn't even budge… Looks like physical grind doesn't cut it for magic.
Near the door, Daisy watched her brother's relentless, ridiculous training.
"What's gotten into my idiot brother today?" she muttered, tilting her head.
With a huff, she turned and walked away on her tiny legs.
Alaric's training continued for another four days.
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SystemNotad***
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Alaric:15,Male
Title: Ugly Mosshead, shut-off
Stats: Strength: 22
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 24
Mana: 1
Skill: Training
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"Yes… after all that, I'm twice as strong as before," he said, a hint of pride in his voice.
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| SystemNotad*** Notification
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Skill: Boxing(Beginner) [earned]
Trait: Fighting spirit- Heightened Reflexes, Ability to remain
calm[earned]
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"Hehe, I've got myself a really good trait, all that suffering paid off."
Okay, let's go to the market
According to what I'd gathered, she should be somewhere around this corner.
This part of the city hid its darkest secrets—slavery, illegal trades—all buried beneath the surface. And Maya had come here looking for something in the black market.
Amidst the shifting crowd, Alaric spotted a girl about his age. Though her face was partially covered, she stood out—taller than most girls of her age , with golden hair that shimmered under the dim light and piercing amber eyes. She was Maya Goldsworth.
Cough cough I knew she was beautiful, but… if she lived in the modern world, I'm sure people would call her the most beautiful woman alive—even if she's still just a teenager now.
He narrowed his eyes. I should wait until those goons show up…
"So I can reap the benefits from her," he muttered to himself, a calculating glint in his eye.
As she slipped into a shadowy corner of the street,
A group of goons suddenly appeared in front of her.
One of them ripped the cover off her face, his eyes widening.
"Well, well, look here… Who's this beautiful thing? I wonder how much she'll fetch."
"No, no. Let's have some fun with this beauty first," another goon sneered, drool dripping from his mouth.
"Le-Leave me alone," her voice shaky as she struggled trying to break free from his tight grip on her arm.
As Alaric pretended to walk by the scene, Maya's eyes caught his, and she shouted, "Help me!"
Alaric stopped, turning with a casual expression. "Did someone call me for help?"
She was still struggling to break free from the strong grip. "Yes!" she cried desperately.
Alaric glanced over the scene, then smirked. "Hey, hey, didn't your mommy teach you how to treat ladies when she was changing your diapers?"
The goon froze, glaring at Alaric. "What did you say, you little piece of shit ?"