Samuel stood under the shower head, sighing as the water droplets crashed against his muscular body. No doubt, due to the increase in his strength given to him by the system due to his stat distribution. He raised his hand up to his face to feel it, and... nothing, only the feeling of a soft void. At the beginning, he could at least feel his face, but not anymore. He could still see, hear, and eat, but the organs responsible for it were inexplicably gone, as if they were never there.
He quickly dried himself with a mix of fire and wind magic and put on a change of clothes from the ones he had just bought, before looking at himself in the mirror.
"System, show me my stats." He calmly spoke.
[Name: Samuel Zaya.
Titles: Chicken, Fujin, Boss, Slow or late?
Age: 23 years old.
Level: 10.
Status: Well-rested. Hungry. Cursed.
Achievements: {Press to check your achievements}
Stats:
Strength: 40.
Agility: 40.
Vitality: 50.
Intelligence: 60.
Magic: 65.
Stamina: 30.
Control: 20.
*You have 10 undistributed stat points.
Skills:
Mana Circuit Lv.1 {Rare} (Evolvable)
Unarmed Mastery Lv. 4 {Common}
Razor Wind Lv. 1 {Uncommon} (Evolvable)
Dragon Master's Magic Lv. 1 {Mythical}
Evil Eye Lv. 1 {Unique}
Dragon Blood Lv. 1 {Mythical}
Dragon Fear Lv.1 {Epic}
Ultimate Fusion {Special Rank} Lv. 1]
He quickly invested five points into control and stamina before leaving the shower dressed in a simple black hoodie, and some track pants along with his mask. Samuel had no fashion sense, so he only wore what he always did, instead. Following that, Samuel took his seat on a chair in the kitchen.
"You finally look like a proper person and not some homeless man." Spoke Augusta as she set a plate down for him to eat.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Replied Samuel absentmindedly while he turned and lifted his mask to eat.
"Why do you turn your face away from me, hun?" Augusta curiously questioned.
"People literally can't look at me. Cursed during one fight and now I look like this." He wondered how he would eat now that his face was basically gone. Should he just throw it into his face? Maybe-
"Yeah, do that." The death knight spoke.
"How nice of you to finally provide some input, mind invader." Samuel immediately snapped back, directing all his frustration at the tenant that didn't pay any rent.
"Rude." The knight answered in a clearly annoyed tone, but didn't deny the accusation as he faded away and returned to wherever he rested in Samuel's mind, leaving him alone against the woman that invaded his home, rather than mind.
She would see Samuel's head turn to face her, hidden under a mask before he started talking again. "Why are you doing this? I can't say that I'm comfortable with this whole wife and husband act. I need answers." It was somewhat overdue, and disrespectful to ask the one cooking his meal such a question, but the man couldn't just let this happen.
"Well... 'S nothing too complex, really. You're just the strongest man I've seen, and I think we could both stand a higher chance of surviving what comes next." Augusta calmly responded, with a gentle smile painted across her face.
Samuel was silent as he pondered how to respond to her declaration. On one hand, she was right. He could use the help, especially on restless nights, where she could pick up the slack while he laid back but on the other, he valued his silence too much to let her intrude upon his home. He took a deep breath, opening his mouth to answer Augusta, but he saw the world suddenly grow monochrome, and everything grow still. He wanted to speak, but found himself unable to let out even a peep.
'Knight? Any clue what's going on?' He questioned, only to be met with silence.
"We have five minutes, make the most of it, [******]" A mature voice reverberated in Samuel's ear. Turning his head to look, he would see the space in front of him be cut open, followed by two men stepping out of the nothingness. Of the two, the first to step through was a tall man at least two meters in height dressed in nothing but a kiln and some steel greaves, with muscles to make any bodybuilder jealous, flowing silver hair, ruby red eyes, and an incredible aura of oppression, limiting Samuel's movements to only being able to move his head. "Oh? Dragon blood, is it? The path ahead of a converted dragon is arduous, yet limitless. Seek as much dragon blood as you can." His booming voice shook the immobilized man with its power, but he didn't seem hostile.
Moments later, the second man would step through. Unlike his fellow intruder, this one was shorter, only being around 1.83 meters, clad in what looked like tribal mage robes adorned with feathers, a teeth necklace around his neck, and prayer beads on his belt, his brown hair was tied in a bun, and green eyes that stared a hole into Samuel. He was thin, pale, and emitted an ominous aura, and yet the young dragon could feel that the silver haired macho man was the stronger of the two. "Won't take... that long." His voice was raspy, and hollow, almost like a chain smoker. A staff materialized in his hand and clicked with each step he made towards Samuel, his eyes unblinking.
"Soon, your world will b-be forced to intrude upon my domain by the sys...tem. I ask that you return those lost children to me." He would say before he took one of the beads off of his chain, and presented it to Samuel. "Do you... accept?" He asked in a monotonous voice. From how he spoke, anybody could tell that he was socially awkward, taking long pauses to think in the middle of his sentences, and not showing any courtesy while making the request towards Samuel.
The latter could barely breathe before the two men, but he felt that if they meant any harm towards him, he would not be conversing with the two of them now. He thought about it for a moment before giving a nod to the two men, and being handed the prayer bead. The green-eyed magician stood up and left without another word, leaving the warrior behind. "What happened here obviously stays between us, alright? Don't let the prayer bead out of your sight." He advised before leaving the way he came, showing that he could close the rift with his bare hands. Soon after, the world would regain color, and Samuel could finally breathe, which got him a confused look from Augusta.
"Everything good, honey?" She asked with a tone of concern in her voice as she saw the man who was composed a moment ago gasping for air.
"It's fine- I'll live." He said in between deep breaths. "I-I'll be okay after some rest. Just my skills acting up." He said as he shoved the bead into his pocket, and stepping out of the kitchen to go lay in bed and sleep away the time until everyone gathered.