The flight had one quick layover in Tokyo then it was non-stop to Los Angeles California. He slept about ninety percent of it and just woke up for meals and the landing, or rather what he first thought was a landing. When he actually listened to the words of the pilot he was instantly awake, “-hit massive turbulence. We have descended to try and rectify the problem so please do not be alarmed. Please just buckle yourselves in and we will be arriving shortly.” Through all the jargon there was a trace of panic in his voice, and that was what had shocked him awake. Suddenly remembering a few snippets about how most plane crashes started he quietly crouched in his seat and braced his knees against the seat in front of him.
There was a girl about seventeen next to him who caught on and whispered to what looked like a sister or relative of some sort before copying him. He kept a look out through the window and the dread built in the pit of his stomach. He could now see the landing strip in the distance rapidly drawing closer. He looked at the girl and said “If something does happen tense all your muscles as best you can until everything stops.” With a face white as parchment she nods and tells the other girl the same. As they touch down on the landing strip all hell breaks loose.
Suddenly all power shuts off, even the floor and emergency lights. For a split second it’s silent then they go nose first into the pavement. The screaming starts but he focuses all his effort into staying curled in a ball. With an enormous screech of metall the right wing tears off and they start to roll, then the left wing goes but they keep going. Time after time they roll and crash with only the sound of screeching metal and human screams to tell whats what. A burst of stars and felt no more.
Soon he fought back to consciousness and realized they had stopped moving. Unbuckling himself he turns and sees the girl is also out cold. Quickly feeling a pulse he sighs in relief. Gotta check if there are others. With a tentative step over the women he looked around. Quickly finding a stewardess who’s also knocked out in a fold out seat. “Hey, come on miss, you gotta wake up now.” with a groan she wakes up under his relentless shaking. “Argh, what happened?” “Somehow we crashed and the planes in shambles you need to find the other stewardesses and get people out of the plane, for all we know it could be ready to blow up at any second.” Talking calm but fast he quickly told her what to do and he would start carrying those who were unconscious or injured outside.
He started with the two girls and activated the emergency exit. In short order he had almost a hundred and fifty injured and/or unconscious people a few hundred feet from plane. Quickly grabbing his bag and a bunch of random luggage took them outside and tore them into strips for bandaging. It was the start of a very long day. At roughly noon judging by the sun they got another huge shock. Covering his vision was a blue screen like what he could only relate to as something from a video game.
As soon as he finished reading it disappeared and in place a new one appeared.
Curious now he focused on each in turn and an explanation popped up.
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Without a second thought he selected Grand Summoner and confirmed his selection. No matter their numbers the weak can never overcome the truly powerful. Not to mention that all the other classes he was offered required some form of support besides the crusader, and even though it seemed powerful at first glance he thought it was severely lacking if someone with that class had to fight against more than three opponents at once. It was simply to focused on strictly offence and defence and the mage classes didn’t have that problem.
In the end though he knew that there was no inherently most powerful class and it was all about the most suitable class. DING
Now he hesitated. From what he could understand Soul Binder was could be a make all or break all for him since as far as he new the soul was a completely unquantifiable existence that had yet to be proven to even exist and yet he would have to rely on it entirely if he were choose this path. Comparatively Blood Contractor could be definitively quantified and measured thus would be the infinitely safer bet. Like every other time he’d faced a life decision he knew would dictate the rest of his life he closed his eyes and listened intently to his gut instinct.
It had never led him wrong before and he doubted it would start now. Visualizing two paths stretching into the distance he made the left to represent the Blood Contracter and the right Soul Binder. He felt a tug to the right and selected then confirmed Soul Binder.
He immediately squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. It was like someone going through you body with a scalpel and microscope to see what was inside. The worst was his head and it felt like something tore it into shreds then put it back together. He collapsed to his knees as the pain left as suddenly as it had come. It had all only lasted a fraction of a second. As he gasped for breath another Ding sounded and he could help but flinch then widen his eyes as he read the screen.
“Dafuq is this?” he was lucky he was over on his own by the plane as he was able to avoid drawing eyes. I’m pretty fucking sure this is beyond abnormal. Try as he might he was totally lost on what this stuff would mean. He was by no means an avid game freak but fortunately for him most of his friends in the military were and from what he could piece together Soul Density and Mass had replaced Intelligence and wisdom but what the hell was with these crazy ass through the roof numbers. Depending on the game 1,000 in either one of them was something to brag about for years and now he like 80 times that.
Uh i didn’t mean to break the system. Was about the closest he could come to an answer. With a hiss like static electricity a barrage a Dings sounded and before he do anything a blue popped up.
Um, strange but thanks i guess. Next five gong sounding tones tried to rattle his teeth and made him dizzy.
Oh shit was his last thought as a wave of crippling agony raced through him a dozen times worse than before. He finally collapsed as darkness mercifully took hold.
