WARNING! If you don't like one of the things I describe below, that will happen in this story, but decide to read the story anyway just to leave negative comments about it... It means you have a micro p*nis!
-MC doesn't tell anyone about the system, but doesn't tries to keep abilities from the system a secret.
-Selling items from the system or made with a ability from the system to other people.
-Teaching an ability gained from the system to other people.
-Using his meta knowledge openly and leaving other people in the story going: "How the f*ck do you know that??"
-Bad grammar, English isn't my first language, and I sometimes get confused where to place the coma's.
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"Damn, you ugly." I say as I look at the Goblin that just murdered the previous owner of this body.
Some random guy who decided he would go into the dungeon without falna, so he could impress whatever God/Goddess with that fact and get into their familia. Yup! That's right! His "genius" plan was to go fight monsters in the dungeon, just so he could tell that to a god in hopes it would impress them enough to grand him their falna!
Only to crumble and piss himself after the first goblin he encountered stabbed him in the thigh.
I yanked the stone knife of the goblin as soon as I noticed it still being inside the wound. Technically I shouldn't have done that, because I'll bleed out sooner, but...I'm like...90% sure that the brown thing smeared on it was shit.
Goblin shit.
...I hope they have potions to cure tetanus and sepsis here.
The dude died from shock 3 seconds after he got stabbed... I-...holy shit, that death almost reaches the same level of pathetic as Kazuma's! Wait, Actually? Scratch that! Kazuma was a dumbass that confused a tractor with a truck, but at least as pathetic as his death was, it was caused by a genuine desire to save a girl he thought was in danger!
This guy died just to try gaining bragging rights!
And now I have to sit here wearing his piss soaked pants, and with a stabb wound in my thigh!
I hope the Gods in Tenkai do everybody a solid and erase his soul, the world doesn't need the kind of idiots like the previous owner of this body.
Sighing, I look closer at the Goblin, who was frozen in space. His body and the surroundings colored in various shades of gray.
Is time stopped?
[Yes. It is actually!]
...
"Uh ...Hi??" Was my intellectual response at the sight of a pop-up window...well, popping in front of me.
[Hello! Nice to meet you, and sorry for taking so long to show up, but there is SO MANY of you guys tagged for transmigration and reincarnation lately that we sometimes can't keep up.]
[Anyway, are you familiar with what's happening?]
"...yes." I've read enough webnovels and fanfics to know what's happening.
Honestly, I don't think there exist a webnovel reader that isn't familiar with the 'I got Isekai'd with a system!' genre. Most of them being a wish fulfilment where the main character gets OP in 3 chapters and makes all the women within the area wet by just breathing.
[Okay! Cool! We can skip the explanation!]
[First thing first, what class do you want to be?]
"A traveling merchant." I responded without missing a beat. "I want to be the mysterious guy who shows up when someone is at the brink of death and sell them a health potion, then disappear into the shadows when they turn away!" Kinda like the merchant from resident evil 4. The guy appears all over the map, even in dangerous places, selling guns, ammo, grenades, healing items, etc.
No explanations how he got there, where he keep finding enough guns and ammunition to supply a squad of soldiers. Fucker just shows up, shows you his items and asks "what are' ye buying?"
Fuck, even the traveling merchants from Minecraft are kinda cool when you think about it! Imagine traveling through the overworld with nothing but your two trusty lammas. Walking through the night when zombies, skeletons, and other monsters wouldn't hesitate to kill you without a second thought!
All of that just to walk up to the player and scam 10 emeralds out from them for melon seeds that you picked up a couple thousand blocks earlier.
[Not... technically a job class. But nobody stops you from selling any items you make or purchase from the system shop.]
[So, maybe [Enchanter], [Rune smith], or [Alchemist]? There's many jobs that focus on crafting items, take your pick.]
Not what I wanted, but I guess hoping for a traveling merchant class was a stretch anyway.
"Give me a class that allows me to enchant weapons."
A second pop-up appeared for a moment. Just for long enough for me to read it.
[Class "[Enchanter]" acquired. 1x "enchantment table" has been deposited into your inventory.]
Nice~.
Now I just need to find something to enchant and sell it for double it's worth to the nearest idiot.
[Secondary class?]
"I get two!?" Hell-fucking-yeah! "Alchemist! I'm choosing alchemist!" Bullshit potions, here I come!
...
I wonder if I can re-create cocaine here?
Sell a bunch to the Soma familia, make them both alcohol and drug addicts. Then watch and munch on popcorn as they all burn and die in the inevitable self-caused mess they'll create for themselves while drunk and high at the same time.
Heh.
I'll write that on my to-do list.
[Secondary class "[Alchemist]" acquired. 1x "alchemy table" had been deposited into your inventory.] Another pop-up showed up before disappearing a moment later.
[And thats all! Any questions or requests before I leave?]
"Can I get new pants? The guy I transmigrated into pissed himself before dying." I very much DONT want to exit the dungeon in piss-soaked pants for everyone to see and laugh at. "Or new clothes in general, I guess?"
[Sure, I got you bro!]
There was a small gust of wind around me, the clothes I was wearing (more rags than clothes) disappearing and instantly replaced by a more modern clothing I was familiar with. Blue Jean's, brown leather boots, long sleeved black t-shirt, and a short sleeved green hoodie.
Not sure about the boots, not really my style. And while the long sleeve shirt and short sleeve hoodie was kinda weird, it didn't look half bad if I had to be honest.
Meh, whatever, these are probably the best clothes I'll have in this world. I should probably enchant them at some point to make them more durable.
[Alright! I wish you luck and-]
"Wait!" I yelled, stopping whoever was using the pop-ups from resuming the flow of time.
Yanking the club from the goblin's grip, I quickly raised it over my head and smashed it as hard as I could into the green monster's head. A wet CRACK echoed through the narrow corridors of the dungeon, and the goblin had a very visible dent on the top of it's head.
I swung the club a couple more times, stopping only when the upper head of the monster was caved in.
[You gained 10 EXP]
"Alright, now I'm ready."
Time moved again, the corridors of the dungeon no longer gray, but a dark brown, the goblin instantly going limp. It's head making a wet squelch when it hits the floor.
"Alright! Now it's time to get out of here and not come back until I make myself good gear and level up a little!" I took the first step-
...
Ow.
I looked down.
There is a red and wet spot staining my jeans on my left thigh.
Ah...right...
Somehow, I completely forgot about that.
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I stopped in front of a dress store display.
Not to look at the dresses, no.
To look at my reflection in the glass.
Tanned complexion, gray hair, green eyes, somewhat handsome face.
I look like a younger version of Ozpin from RWBY if he spent the entire summer sunbathing.
Definitely a upgrade from my previous average face.
Should I get a new name too?
"Ozpin?" I entertained the idea of naming myself after the character I looked like. "Nah, copying a name is just lazy. Ozias? ...yeah, that works. I'm Ozias now." Turning away from the display window, I began marching again!
"Ow" my leg hurt with every step it took.
[For powering through the pain of your stab wound you gain +1 to endurance!]
Huh. Neat.
"Where did that guy say Miach's shop is, again?"
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"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow."
"Err...do you need hel-"
"Nah, I got it." I took another step. "Ow."
Naaza looked awkwardly at me as I continued to limp toward the counter, her normally stoic face now a weird mix of confusion, and bewilderment. But you can't blame her.
After all, it's not everyday someone limps into your shop in weird (for this world) clothes, refuses help, and continues limping toward the shop's counter while saying 'Ow' with every step.
The fact that I'm making an effort to say each 'Ow' in the most dry/deadpan tone possible probably adds more weirdness to this scene.
"Ow. Ow. Ow." I reached the counter. "Huff! I made it!" It took me 2 hours to get here! One hour wasted because one dumbass gave me the wrong directions! but I made it!
...If I'll see the guy who gave me the wrong direction to Miach's store again I'm going to kick him in the balls.
"Is Miach here? I'm about to spew things that will sound like complete made-up bullshit, so I'd rather he be here for his inbuilt divine lie detector to confirm I'm not lying." The muscles of my left thigh throbbed in pain. "I also need a health potion for a stab wound and one that will disinfect or prevent any disease caused by goblin poop infection."
"..." There was a short beat of silence where Naaza just stared at me, her brain likely trying to make sense out of me, and probably coming to the conclusion I may be a runaway from the nearest mental institution. "Y-yes, he is in the back sorting our stock. Let me get you the potions you requested and I'll go fetch him." She said after finally snapping out of her momentary confusion.
But just as she was about to reach to the requested potions on the shelf behind the counter.
"I'm broke so I can't pay." Yeah, I had no valis on me at all. I didn't feel like trying to kill and harvest magic stones from goblin's with a wounded leg, and I had nothing to sell yet.
So plan B it is then!
Make puppy eyes at Miach and get healing potions for free!
Not that I would even need to do that. If my memory from the story is right, Miach would most likely give them to me without question if I'd tell him I'll pay later.
Which would be true. I ain't no scammer.
And he would know it to be true too with the godly lie detection ability.
Naaza froze, turning to me with a deadpan look on her own.
"Sir, this isnt a charity-"
"Yeah, I know." I interrupted her. "Which is why I asked your God to be present for this. I plan to pay my dept back, and he'll confirm I actually plan to come back to settle it." She frowned.
...
"Lady, I'm bleeding out here. Just go get your God already- you know what? I'll call him myself!" I took a deep breath. "MIACH! THE DIAN CECHT FAMILIA ARE TRYING TO KIDNAP NAAZA!"
"Wha-? You said yourself that gods can't be lied to. Lord Miach will know that's fals-" The rest of Naaza's sentence was drowned by the sound of the door leading to the back of the shop being kicked off it's hinges and crashing into the wall on the opposite side of the shop.
Next thing I know a very panicked tall, blue haired, unfairly handsome guy tackles his future dog-girl waifu, causing them both to fall to the ground.
"AWAY YOU SCUM! I HAVE HIGH TIER POISONS AND IM NOT AFRAID TO USE THEM!" The god yells as he rockets up to his feet while holding a glass bottle containing a toxic green bubbling liquid.
He pauses when he sees no one in the shop. Other than me I mean.
"I lied, your girlfriend was taking too long to call you over, so I improvised." I shrugged.
"Girlfriend!?" Naaza squeaks, still laying on the floor.
"Anyway, sorry for the scare."
Miach blinks a couple times, before frowning. He places the bottle of poison on the counter and leans on it hiself, a heavy sigh escaping him while his body relaxes once he understood that Naaza was safe.
"I hope the reason you needed me here is important." There was a certain...weight in his voice. A weight that pressed down on my shoulders as he straightened, his full hight allowing him to look down on me with a cold gaze.
And suddenly I'm aware of something that was present in the back of my mind ever since Miach run out from the store's back.
Something in my mind was constantly declaring that I was in the presence of an entity of near infinite power.
In the presence of a GOD.
"Well, two things. I'm bleeding out and the wound in definitely infected." I pointed to my left thigh, and saw Miach's gaze soften as he saw the blood stain that now covered a major part of my thigh. "And I want to join your familia, I know you're in a- pun not intended- ungodly amount of debt, and I don't care. I have two abilities that will spit out skills related to potion brewing and magic weapon creation. So I'll take you out of the debt in...a month when I'll start selling those."
Some would argue that I don't need falna when I have a system. I argue that any amount of divinity inside me is worth having, even if it's a simple drop of divine blood on my back.
Also, having a level 10 on my falna will probably turn me into a god, or demi-god at least. So why wouldn't I get one?
Miach stared.
Naaza, who was in the process of standing up, stopped and stared.
I stared back.
My thigh throbbed in pain.
"Can I have those healing and disinfecting potions please?"