The sound of forklifts backing up and moving could be heard within the dimly lit warehouse where a man in his late twenties was strapping down crates onto a pallet for tomorrow's shift. "Chad, it's clocking time!" A beer-bellied man called out, making Chad Jones look back.
"I will clock out once I am finished with this pallet, Tim. You head out for now." Chad yelled out as the forklift driver turned off the forklift and jumped out. "See you tomorrow, Chad. Be safe on your way home." Tim said, walking towards the office.
As people started to leave their workstations, Chad was sweating trying to get the stupid ratchet strap in his hands to open. "This damn piece of shit, boss, needs to invest in fixing these damn things." He crused out as it finally opened with a rusty sound of metal gears clanking.
Chad worked on finishing this pallet as he finally got done after ten minutes and sighed as he stretched his back. "Time to clock out and grab a beer." He said with a smile, "Well done today." Walking towards the office as the old secretary was walking out. "Have a good night, Ms. Wilson." He said to her.
"You to Mr. Jones." She said with her gentle smile, the one she always had on her face, no matter how bad a day it was. Chad nodded to her and walked into the office, grabbing his time card and clocking out as he sighed. "I need to get a girl, working nights pays better, but I feel like I am missing out on life," Chad said before grabbing his lunch box from the refrigerator and heading out.
"NO, STOP!" A woman screamed from the parking lot as Chad dropped his lunch box and rushed. He knew that voice as he turned the corner and saw Ms. Wilson pinned up against her car. He didn't think and rushed towards the man, making the robber swing around. Only then did Chad notice the gun as it went off, hitting his stomach.
The pain didn't make it to his head as he started to grapple with the robber, making the gun go off two more times, hitting Chad in the chest for the first one and hitting the robber in his neck. Blood started to leak out from both of them as Chad got off him and leaned against the car. "Hold on, Chad. I am calling 9-1-1." Ms. Wilson sat next to me. It started to become hard for me to breathe.
"Yeah, Ms. Wilson. I don't think I am going to make it out of this one. I want to know that your kindness was the one thing that got me on the right track in life when I started working here. It was nice meeting you." I said, smiling as my vision started to waver as I heard sirens in the distance, only for my sight to leave me as they pulled into the parking lot.
It went dark around me as I couldn't hear anything or feel anything. Then out of nowhere, I felt something hit my face. It was wet and cold. Until the sounds of wheels moving through puddles and the splash of water could be heard. "Fuck, I am alive?" I grunted out, but then I realized my voice didn't sound normal. Granted, I had been shot in the chest, but I didn't feel any pain from my gunshot wounds as I slowly opened my eyes.
Opening my eyes and pushing myself off the ground, I looked around. I was in a back alleyway, looking at the puddle before me, and I noticed a face I hadn't seen before. "What the hell is going on?" I said as a pain shot through my body, sending me back to the ground as I started to scream out, only for it to be drowned out by the sound of thunder.
The pain lasted for what felt like days, but it stopped within a few minutes as I lay on the ground, moaning. "Fuck me, that hurt worse than being shot," I said as a beep sound went off inside my head.
(Good and Evil system now activated, system will now reward the host with two random skills, one of good origins and one of evil origins, from the host's original world's media sources.)
"Wait, what do you mean by the Good and Evil system?" I asked for a computer-like voice to respond to my question.
(The Good and Evil system will reward the good acts and evil acts of the host. Do good acts and you will be rewarded with Good skill points used to level up skills or spin for skills. You will also be rewarded with money for doing good acts; the bigger the good act, the more money you will receive, along with more good skill points. When the host does Evil acts, he will be rewarded with Evil Skill points, which are used to level up skills or spin for skills. You will also be rewarded with stat points for doing acts, the more Evil, the more stat points and more Evil Skill points the eviler the act.)
Well, that's a lot to take in, but let's start with the stat points thing. "What do you mean by stat points? Do I have a character panel of something?" I spoke out as the voice responded, and something popped up in front of me.
(Chad Jones)
Age: 16
Streangth:8
Defense:7
Speed:7
Spirit:15
Stamina:5
Recovery:4
Ability Energy:150
"What's the average? Like, I have no idea if they are good or not." I sighed as I looked at the screen when a button popped up in the corner, and I pressed it. Oh, I see now. The average adult male had 10s across the board, meaning I was close to them as a sixteen-year-old, except for the last two. It also told me that the Ability Energy is how much I can use my skills, depending on their cost. It recovers by the amount of the recovery stat per minute. Ability Energy is tied to spirit. I get 10 energy per 1 point of spirit.
"You said I get skills from spinning for them, do I not get to pick the skills?" I asked for the computer-like voice to reply.
(The system is fate-based, or how you humans like to say luck. This way, it makes you do acts of Good and Evil. If you want more skills, if we let you pick what you want, you won't have the greater need to do said acts. This is more than fair, as we shall reward you with monetary and stat points on top of it without you needing to level. So deal with it.)
I mean, it has a point. I don't need to level up to get stat points, and I can raise my skills by doing good or evil acts. This leans in my favor, even if I can't pick and choose which skills I get. "How much does it cost to spin for a skill?" I said, waiting for the response.
(100 good points or 100 evil points, you can offer more for more powerful skills, but they increase with cost, by ten times. Host has been gifted two skills, please look at them as my time for explaining is running out.)
It said pulling up the skill menu, making me whistle as I see the two skills. "Not a bad hand I was dealt, with reasonable skills, the good skill will make it easy to make money and get skill points, and the Evil one is overpowered," I said.
Good Skill: Holy Light (Holy Paladin skill from W.o.W), a Powerful healing skill that can heal any wound for the cost of 1 Ability Points per second.
Evil Skill: Freddy Krueger's Dreamworld. This skill lets the host enter the dream of any person they have met and can do anything to them, and they will experience that in the real world. For example, if the host kills them in the dream world, they die in the real world. It costs 10 Ability Points per minute.
It looks like I will need to put spirit and recovery first and foremost; the other stats are self-explanatory. "Anything else I need to know, system?"
(A bank card has been put in your wallet, the money you earn will be sent to it, and you don't have to worry as that card can't leave more than two feet from you, so you don't have to worry about it being stolen. No one in this world can trace the money. I wish you luck in your new life.)
"Wait, where am I anyway?!" I yelled out, but the computer voice didn't respond, making me sigh. Well, at least I know how everything with the system works for the most part, as I stood up and looked at the gloomy sky.
"Well, first I need to find a place to sleep tonight. Can't do anything, feeling like shit." I said out loud, stretching my back, and started to walk through the alleyway, only to see a blonde-haired woman bleeding from her chest fall over. I froze as I knew who she was.
"Dinah Laurel Lance, Black Canary," I said, shocked, then this must be the DC universe or something along those lines. Then I am in Gotham, fuck me.