If Bke had days when waking up felt like a challehen today was not a day like that at all. As soon as Bke's eyes sprung open, Bke rose upwards. He looked around wildly, seeial boars in front of him and three stone walls oher sides.
Cursing slightly, Bke tried to stand up, only to realize that his legs had been cuffed together with a rope. His hands too, behind his back. Bke g his abdomen, seeing the bandages applied there. It hurt like crazy, much more profusely than during the battle, which made sense sidering the adrenaline rush.
Sighing, Bke leaned back, trying to breathe normally and rex. He had been reized as not a shinobi, which was obvious, sidering his peculiar clothing and zero ons except the kunai. Yet, his wounds had been teo.
Despite being in prison, Bke believed that he was safe, for a few moments at least. As he y in the darkness, Bke had only the pain and his grumbling stomach to focus on. However, Bke was tent with that, as he could finally process what had happened.
He was in Naruto, a show that he enjoyed watg with his dad when he was still alive. It was an absurd thought, but that was the reality for now. Now, his memories of the show were not that fresh, but he remembered the mais, and, sidering that he was caught up in a fight between the Hidden Stone Vilge and Hidden Rain Vilge, Bke could make an educated guess that he was iimeline somewhere before Naruto's birth.
"Some kind of fuckery."
Bke sighed again. When he was young, he dreamed about appearing in a different world, yet, now, Bke felt only pity for himself. First day in a new world and Bke had barely survived against some crazy guy. He ended up killing the man, only to end up in prison with barely any idea as to what was going to happen to him now.
Was it possible to go baehow?
As this idea crossed his mind, Bke realized seeing some kind of s before passing out. Was it a halluation or not?
"S."
"System."
"Summoning system."
"Yeehaw, I am from Texas."
Nothing happened, much to Bke's disappoi. Bke pushed his pupils around, searg within his vision, finding nothing. Last resort, Bke closed his eyes, trating, trying to feel anything. Whehought he did, he opened his eyes and saw the translut s h in front of him.
Bke flinched away, which caused a spiral of pain down his back. Forced to stay put, Bke read through the tents of the s.
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Summoner System
-Character Interface-
Name: Bke Reynold
Attributes:
Strength: E+Endurance: DAgility: D+Intelligence: B+Chakra: ECharisma: DLuck: A+
Passive Skills: [None]
Active Skills: [None]
Summons: [None]
Dice Of Summon: Avaible
*
Bke's eyes moved through the s. Okay. Not only was he in Naruto, but he had also bee a game character. He had read simir stories like that from fan fi or some other stories, yet never in his life would he have thought that his life would bee such a reality.
However, what disturbed him the most was that there had to be someone, a creature or a being, doing all of this to Bke. Where and who was it, Bke had no idea. Had he been transported here because of not believing in god? Was this his punishment?
Bke clicked his tongue. Whatever was happening, Bke didn't like it at all. But he was here now, and until Bke found ways to go back, he had to survive, and this s was the only way of helping him do that.
Bke's eyes moved through the s, reading ily.
"Okay, first things first, what the hell are these stats? E+ in strength, surely there must be a mistake...I mean, if we are looking at it from Naruto's POV, then E+ seems appropriate."
Bke began to talk to himself in a whisper.
"At least I am not dumb, it seems. All that studying must have paid off. My luck is also pretty high, surprisingly. Do I get plot armor as well? Hopefully."
"Alright. To the iing part. I have no skills, which makes sense, but the fact that the option is there at all implies I get them. Simirly, I have chakra, even though I have no idea how to use it yet, but I learn..."
Bke stopped, fog o part. He had a free dice of summon avaible, possibly meaning that he could summon someone. Well, it couldn't hurt, could it? Bke was still a bit skeptical, but he tried to focus o part, and, surely, an instant ter, Bke saw another s pop out.
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Dice Of Summon: A mysterious dice of unknowable in, radiating an ominous aura of unfathomable power. Its simple roll holds the ability to summoures from across dimensions—beings of divine grace, eldritch terror, or mundane mediocrity. Everything depends on a single factor: luck.
Upon summoning, the summains 10% of the summoned creature's attributes (HP, attack, defense, chakra, etc.), based on its characteristics. This buff grows together with an increase in the summoned creature's prowess as o is dead.
Additional Bonus: The summoner is 1 random skill from the summoned creature's ability pool.
Before the summoner roll the Die again, they must fulfill the final wish of the previously summoned creature. Wishes vary based on the summons's nature and strength.
SSS(Roll 8) - 0.5%SS(Roll 7) - 1%S(Roll 6) - 2.5%A(Roll 5) - 6%B(Roll 4) - 10%C(Roll 3) - 15%D(Roll 2) - 25%E(Roll 1) - 40%
Note: Pertage points indicate the probability of rolling from 1-8 respectively.
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Bke's mouth en.
He had fotten the pain.
"Incredible."
This was actually freaking crazy. The description sounded both ominous and liberating. He began to wonder what kind of creatures could he summon, and all of that it depended on luck. It was almost like gambling!
And Bke's luck was quite alright, too!
Bke focused once again, a dice appearing in his palm. It was creepy but nothing could faze Bke anymore. He couldn't see the dice. Toug it tightly with his palm, Bke felt all eight different sides and the letters engraved on each of them. Bke held his thumb over the SSS part, praying to the gods he didn't believe in.
Thehrew it. It was barely a throw, but it rolled right up to Bke's face, as he stared with hope in his eyes. It rolled and rolled, until it stopped, with a letter C fag upwards.
Bke sighed. So much for his luck.
Then, he waited for something to happen. A few seds passed, his breath held still.
"Was this a sca-"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the dice vanished into the air, and, Bke watched with horror as a pristine white door formed within the wall of the cell. Blinking a few times, Bke tinued watg, seeing the door open and a creature step out.
It was absolutely huge, boasting a height of at least 2 meters, for it couldn't even fit within the cell. It was dark skinned, with a hint of purple. The creature had huge muscles, from head to toe, and they rippled as it moved. It wore nothing except a little piece of cloth to cover its intimate area.
Bke's eyes moved up, seeing red eyes staring back at him. Sweat rolled down Bke's forehead. The creature had two huge horns stig out of its head and it looked like aremely scary cow. It was a demon from hell, and Bke was frighteo the point where he thought he might pee.
A minotaur.
He had summoned a fug minotaur.
The minotaur looked at him from above, but Bke couldn't see aion within its eyes except death. The monster grabbed the handle of the axe strapped to its back, taking it out. Bke cursed under his breath, trying to move out of the way. The minotaur raised it gently, careful to not hit the ceiling, but Bke etrified.
Without any thought in its eyes, the minotaur sliced at Bke from above. Bke closed his eyes, thinking that it was the end, cursing the entire world. However, Bke felt no pain. Instead, it was freedom. The rope on his hands and legs was removed. Slowly, Bke opened his eyes and flinched away, seeing the minotaur a few timeters away from his face.
It breathed down on him, its mouth smelling like that of an alcoholic who never brushed his teeth. Fear is death. Bke calmed himself down, assessing the situation. He was not dead and, in fact, free. And the minotaur that he had summoned was kneeling?
Bke stood up, looking through the cell, seeing no guards or anyone monit him. Then, Bke looked down at the minotaur, staring into those red eyes. Now that he was calmer, he uood that the summoned creature held no hostility within its eyes. In fact, Bke thought he felt some type of a bond with the minotaur. He could somewhat sense what the minotaur was feeling, which was extremely peculiar.
And now…
Desire. Reverence. Expectation. Mild fusion.
Bke stared down at the minotaur, suddenly feeling much more fident, for whatever reason. There was a small s lingerio the monster's head, which had ay slot for the [Name].
Just yesterday, Bke was biking to school after hauling bricks for a some money, and now he was in a cell with a kneeling minotaur. Despite the absurdity of the euation, Bke was not amused, because the minotaur was serious, and Bke thought it was only proper that he would not be joking around himself.
"You scared the shit out of me, friend, but I feel now that you mean no harm to me."
The minotaur huffed a bit of air out of its nostrils.
"You expect a name, so I shall grant you one. In the pce where I grew up, creatures like you do. Yet, you are kneeling right before, in the flesh. It feels almost surreal, almost like a dream…or a nightmare."
Bke narrowed his eyes for an instant.
"I grant you the name [Nightmare], for you will inspire fear into whoever sees you. You shall fight for me, for I am weak yet. I…might not be the best leader, but I will try my best, Nightmare, and I hope you will wele the same way I wele you. Stand."
The minotaur stood, almost hitting the ceiling again.
Happiness. Reverence. Duty.
Bke hesitated for a moment before stretg out his hand.
"I wish you shake my hand, Nightmare. My name is Bke, and you shall be my first warrior, and, hopefully, not the st."
The minotaur was visibly fused, yet it shook Bke's with a strong grip. Bke wi the pain, however, Bke held still, staring at the minotaur's eyes. He didn't know what came over him, but he felt fident in front of Nightmare. The creature was his subjed it was only natural that Bke should act appropriately in front of it.
The fear in Bke's eyes was gone, and, suddenly, he felt much more relieved. Now, he wasn't alo the very least, Bke had some sort of prote. The minotaur was visibly gng at the metal bars, waiting for the and, but Bke shook his head. He couldn't just escape, for he knew barely anything about who was oher end of the cell.
And he doubted the minotaur, despite its appearance, could take them all out.
Wait, how strong was Nightmare, exactly?
Fog on the minotaur, Bke saw a s pop out in front of him.
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-Character Interface-
Name: Nightmare
Rank: C
Last Wish: Inplete
Attributes:
Strength: B+Agility: DEndurance: BIntelligence: E+Chakra: CCharisma: C+Luck: E
Passive Skills: [Tough Skin]
Active Skills: [Battle Rage], [Roar]
[Battle Rage]- When activated, the Minotaur enters a state of heightened aggression. The skill signifitly boosts the Minotaur's physical strength, speed and endurance for 30 seds. It es at the cost of trol, making the Minotaur more reckless.
[Roar]-The Minotaur release a fearsome roar the echoes across the battlefield. The rht make some eunned or disoriented, giving the Minotaur an opening. The skill is much more effective against enemies of weak mental fortidude.
[Tough skin]-The Minotaur's skin is extremely durable, providing natural resistance against most physical attack. The tough hide could also reduce damage received rom elemental attack.
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"Damn, Nightmare, you are pretty powerful, aren't you?"
The nightmare, much to Bke's surprise, nodded.
Pride was all Bke felt from the minotaur, f a smile to his lips. Bke sed the stats once again. Nightmare was, arguably, much strohan Bke. Naturally, the minotaur cked in intelligend luck quite a lot, but it was not that big of an issue for someone born to fight.
The minotaur was also pretty slow, it seemed.
A perfect tank.
Bke smiled, when, suddenly, his vision blurred and he found himself on the ground. The minotaur turned into a bck smoke, which seeped inside of Bke, giving him a freak out. And, then, there was the pain. It was so sudden, so enpassing, so bizarre. It felt like his bones were breaking apart, his muscles ripping, his entire beiiroyed.
Bke screamed. He couldn't help it. vulsing on the ground, Bke had fotten about his injuries on the back. It was hot, so freaking hot. He was sweating hard, leaving trails of liquid in the wake of his rolls within the prison cell. And, as Bke's body grew numb to the pain, it suddenly stopped, like nothing had ever happened.
He stared at the ceiling, numb. Then, a s popped into his vision.
Summoner System
-Character Interface-
Name: Bke Reynold
Attributes:
Strength: E+ => D+Endurance: D => D+Agility: D+Intelligence: B+Chakra: E => E+Charisma: DLuck: A+
Passive Skills: [Tough Skin]
Active Skills: [None]
Summons: [Nightmare(Rank:C)]
Dice Of Summon: Unavaible. plete the [Last Wish] of your subjeightmare].
*
Bke smiled. Despite the paie that he was still in prison, Bke grinned happily. He could grow stronger, he could survive and, perhaps, even thrive in this world. He had grown stronger and gained a skill! Tough skin! Bke had no idea how to test the effectiveness of the skill, but Bke was sure that it worked, because he did feel stronger.
Slowly, Bke stood up. The pain was lingering, yet not that disturbing anymore. The bandage on his stomach slid off and his shirt had ripped in the process on his body ging. He peered down, seeing that the injuries on his back had practically healed, revealing just a scar. Bke grinned even more crazily, and theiced a group standing oher side of the cell, all of them holding their ons.
The cell was a mess. It ith his sweat and blood, with pieces of his shirt ying scattered. In the middle of the cell stood Bke, smiling crazily, a red haze within his eyes. The guards narrowed their eyes, both awe and fear reflected in their pupils.
What the hell happened?
They heard crazy shouting, as if someone was being tortured. They rushed from the cafeteria towards the only prisohey currently held captive. They didn't know what to expect, but they didn't expect a man so ged. The man had somehow freed himself of his restraints and, now, he stood, looking at them with defian his eyes.
The guards felt like the man had grown bigger, seemed stronger. Whe was their imagination, they didn't know it.
Slowly, Bke leaowards the ground, grabbing the rope that had held his hands before. The guards tensed, but Bke, calmly, banded his hands together with the rope and the guards.
"I am sorry for the mess. Something…happened, but I really wasn't trying to escape."
Bke fshed them a little smile.
The guards tensed even more.
Who was this man?
