In a typically super cliche world of dungeons and monsters, where people miraculous gains unnatural abilities and power of that sorts of bs:
Our story will begin, in a floor-through apartment.
On the seventh floor in the fifteen story height luxury building.
Built on top on a cleared high level dungeon, the fellow residents of the building reaping the benefits of the slow releasing pure mana. Hence with a 0.001% increase of base mp each day for doing basically nothing at all, who wouldn't want to live here?
Yunan, a frail yet dashing looking young man hovers by the elevadoor frantically getting ready to head out. He has white hair and blue eyes, dressed in a plain yellow shirt and a pink baggy pants, barely touching the fashion disaster line.
He smoothly slungs on his backpack and got his khaki shoes on while forgoing the laces, thinking that it is some sort of fashion he saw on a tweet not too long ago. Which is really not, nothing of use aside from a safety hazard.
Checking himself on the front door mirror in the hallway, he makes sure that he at least looks slightly presentable to appear in the public. After being satisfied with what he sees, he nonchelantly turns back to the hallway and shouts like a normal annoying brother does whenever suits his mood.
"I'm off to class, sis!" Shouts him who knows perfectly well that his sister is in the room right down the hallway.
"Dont forget the leftovers from Mrs Lugia downstairs!" He graciously reminds his sister, who shuffles into his view then lackadaisically approaches Yunan.
"Do NOT touch my pudding. Else you're dead!" he continues threateningly, eyeing his sleepy older sister with utmost distrust when food is involved.
Lunar, is a beutiful and elegant looking young lady with similar coloring as her younger brother. Except for her eyes that is tinged with flecks of silver and butt long hair. She is dressed casually in an oversized worn purple shirt and long fleece pants.
"Mnh. Your shoe laces." Lunar calmly remarks, completely unfazed by his feeble threat and previous shoutings.
"Its a selective fashion, sis. Come on, you know this." He responds intelligently, posing briefly like the adult he supposedly is.
Lunar rolls her eyes with a well meaning exasperated look before giving him a brief peck on the cheek, as per their daily routine.
"Safe travels." She gently says.
"Always does. Love you!" To which Yunan replies with much enthusiasm. "See you after class."
"Kk." She replies, giving him a brief wave.
Yunan shuffles backwards towards the exit, as slowly and threateningly as he can while maintaining a squinting eye contact with her.
"Don't touch my pudding." He emphasizes again as he goes past the exit, lingering at the door so he can close it as slow as he can to not break the eye contact.
Click
Off he goes.
He leisurely makes his way down in a fancy elevator and towards the building owned teleportation called Multipurpose Teleporting Portal Station build by a S class grandmaster dimension mage, The Awemazing Dimentrepreneur.
This particular portal is maintained by the excess mana from the dungeon below. It is connected to 5 other portals within a 20 mile radius, one of which is connects to Yunan's university. Very handy. Saves travel time plus he gets to transport in style.
Luxury living indeed.
The teleportal is located outside with its diameter of five by five meters. And unfortunately for Yunan, it is close by the front gate which are almost always swarmed with fervent journalists and enthusiastic influencers alike. Both type groups are probably trying to get a glimpse on the residents of the building.
As he reaches near the teleportal, his phone sounds a chime. He whips his phone out at the speed of light as most teenagers do.
Looking down at the image he receives, his eyes furrows in worry then burns in perfectly justified fury.
It is a perfectly captured picture of his beloved 5 litre jumbo size pudding. Specially made from a high level beast monster's egg and a mid level milk with sugar harvested from also a expert level dungeon. In short, it is an exceedingly rare food.
"She better not..." he growls menacingly, furiously typing threats and blackmail in retaliation, while still walking forwards to the station.
He carelessly trips on his untied shoe laces. Which subsequently causes him to loose his footing.
Stumbling straight into an unsuspecting bolted in standard rubbish bin. Painfully hits his stomach against it.
The stomach impact and the ongoing momentum causes him to once again, accidentally loose his foot gripping and angles his fall forward a 180 degree arch straight to the ground.
Landing on his abused his face while his legs sprawls awkwardly on the top sides of the bin.
In an attempt of trying to stop himself just now, he does a fish flail of hand grabbing air motion, accidently lets go of his phone.
His phone now landed perfectly with a perfect score of ten out of ten straight into the now victorious rubbish bin.
Clang!- the smug looking bin sounds as the phone lands true.
There is a moment of complete silence before a round of applause erupted from the direction of the gate. Laughter could be heard from that direction too.
"I cant believe I got that on camera"
"Man! Did you see that phone? That was amazing. It landed perfectly in the bin."
"I though those kind of fall only happens on youtube."
"Hahahahahaha! What a loser!"
Yunan flops on the ground like a fish, trying and failing to untangle himself from the evil bin. His face burns with shame.
"Are you alright?!" asks a soft spoken and beautiful voice.
'Ah' he thinks 'an angel has come to save me.'
As he lifts his head, his face morphs to astonishment. An excessively muscled young lady comes thumping by (he can feel the ground vibrating as she approaches) and effortlessly picks him up off the ground by the scruff of his shirt collar. Mortified, Yunan swallows a bit of blood that he vomitted out due to shock.
She stands at the consternating height of 2.8 meter high in comparison to his standard 1.8m. Flaming red hair, cut short into a buzz cut, she is wearing a simple white singlet and short tight pants, both which hugs lovingly onto her manly muscles. On her arms, showing off a twin colored dragon tattoo covering from the tip of her forefinger right past underneath her singlet. She begins to fussily pats away any dust and debris and started checking for injuries.
"Are you hurt? That was a nasty fall." She asks worriedly.
'Aside from broken pride, my manliness is also broken. But, what a good person she is.'
"Thank you. I'm fine." He mumbles, dejectedly pushing away the unecessary prying fingers.
"Be careful next time. Don't keep looking at your phone as you walk. Young man these days," she tsked like an old lady even though she is probably only 24 years old, "have no spatial awareness at all. When I was your age, I could walk on a tight rope and rip a bear in half with both my pinky fingers while sensing a mosquito one mile away!"
"With all due respect ma'am, you dont look a day older than 18." He replies without missing a beat while completely ignoring some points in her story.
"..." She looks at him in shock before suddenly blushes and buries her face in her ginormous hands. "You flatterer." She meeps out, one hand embarrasingly giving a wave and accidently hitting Yunan right on the shoulder.
Thus sending Yunan flying 10 feet away straight to the pile of junk is the big commercial rubbish bin.
'Bins... are evil.' are his last thoughs as he peacefully and warmly receive the darkness that claims him lovingly.
But alas, this love was not meant to be. The giant lady panickly rushed forward and reached into the bin(as he was buried deep deep in), not unlike a giant racoon reaching into a tiny bin. He is successfully fished out and was left dangling in her hand.
"Are you okay?!" She asks worriedly while shaking him like a toy. Tears slowly fall down his eyes and he purse his lips in sadness, his mind chasing his imaginary pride that has run off in the far distance leaving him to suffer alone.
"I... It is okay. I'm fine... please let me down." Yunan say listlessly. His poor pride and dignity.
"I am so sorry!" She cried as she hastily and non-too-gently let him down.
"Oopft"
The once died down commotion ignited into another round of laughter.
"Its okay. Everything is okay. Thank you so much for before though. Its no worries. " Yunan briskly says, once again pushing away those muscled fingers thats trying to help. "I will just head back. M-my sister got this. I got this. Thanks for helping me again." And he dashes off, straight back into the building.
He thus, successfully make his escape, with his tail between his legs, pride utterly crush and blown away.
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Name: Yunan Kroscin
Age: 22
Tittle: -
Level: error
Hp: 22/34
Mp: 0
Sp: 10 (averagely slow)
Status: Injured. His pride and manliness has left the lobby.
Abilities: none