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[ArchMage] Chapter 3 - Tutorial First Day
🕑 Added 2026-01-23 20:57:23 +0000 UTCThe world snapped into focus with jarring clarity.
Jonah's boots hit packed earth. The blue screens vanished, leaving afterimages burned across his retinas. Around him, reality had been replaced wholesale—concrete and rust traded for rolling grassland and a sky that hung too close, painted in shades of violet-grey that Earth had never produced.
The tutorial zone.
His body felt different. The exhaustion that had dragged at him seconds ago was gone, scrubbed away by System integration. His muscles responded with baseline human capability, but clean. Reset. The cramping hunger, the dehydration, the screaming fatigue from yesterday's training—all of it erased.
The System didn't heal. It simply optimized participants to standard parameters before the trial began.
Jonah rolled his shoulders, testing the calibration. Good. Better than good. His body moved exactly as it should for someone at peak baseline human condition.
Now to see what he had to work with.
People materialized around him in clusters, roughly two hundred bodies appearing across a hundred-meter radius. The screaming started immediately. Panic spreading like wildfire as people processed the impossible.
Jonah tuned it out. Screaming was useless.
He scanned faces instead, cataloging. Most were strangers, civilians caught in their morning routines when initialization hit. A woman in nursing scrubs, her eyes wide and darting. A man in a delivery uniform, spinning in circles. College students in hoodies. Construction workers. A cluster of what looked like office employees, still clutching laptops that would become worthless in approximately thirty seconds.
Potential allies. Potential threats. Mostly potential corpses if they didn't adapt fast.
His gaze caught on details that mattered. Physical fitness first—the construction workers showed promise, muscles built through actual labor rather than gym vanity. The nursing scrubs woman had steady hands despite her fear, medical training that would prove valuable. One of the office workers, a middle-aged man with greying temples, had stopped spinning and started observing. Intelligence there.
But Jonah was looking for someone specific.
There.
Fifteen meters away, near the edge of the spawn cluster. A kid, couldn't be more than fifteen, dressed in a school uniform that marked him as St. Augustine Prep. Shaggy dark hair falling across his eyes. Lean build, all awkward teenage angles and untapped potential.
Liam Stone.
The boy stood frozen, face pale, staring at his hands like they'd betrayed him. Probably checking for his phone. They always checked for their phones.
Jonah's chest tightened.
In his previous life, Liam had been a legend. One of humanity's greatest swordsmen, natural talent refined through brutal necessity. He'd carved through Level 18 like it was nothing, survived challenges that broke veteran fighters, led assault teams with the kind of instinctive tactical genius that couldn't be taught.
Then Level 25. The Shade Hive assault. Liam had taken two hundred fighters into those tunnels, confident they could purge the infestation.
Thirty-seven came back out.
Liam wasn't one of them.
Jonah had reviewed the after-action reports. Liam had held the rear guard during the retreat, buying time for others to escape. Noble. Heroic. Exactly the kind of self-sacrificing stupidity that got talented people killed.
Not this time.
This time, Liam would survive and get proper training from the start instead of learning through trial and error. Liam would be guided away from the tactical mistakes that had killed him.
Liam would become something even greater than the legend Jonah remembered.
A blue screen materialized in front of Jonah, and throughout the crowd around him, matching screens appeared for everyone else.
[Tutorial Initialization Complete]
[Objective: Survive 72 Hours]
[Secondary Objective: Claim Settlement Stone]
[Weapons Available for Initial Defense]
[Class Selection Available Upon First Combat Victory]
Simple. Direct. The System didn't waste words.
Jonah's eyes tracked to where the "available weapons" had manifested. A pile of equipment had appeared fifty meters away, dumped in a heap like an afterthought. Dull iron swords, battered shields, spears with questionable balance. The System's idea of giving humanity a fighting chance.
Trash, mostly poorly maintained starter gear that would break after serious use.
The crowd noticed. People started moving toward the pile, some running, others shuffling with hesitation, grabbing for weapons like they were lifelines. The construction workers got there first, big men shouldering past the college kids. Someone started arguing over a particular sword.
Jonah ignored the spectacle.
He walked toward Liam instead, each step measured and deliberate. Around him, the panic continued escalating. A woman sobbed into her hands. A man kept slapping his wrist where his smartwatch should be, trying to wake up from the nightmare.
"Everyone calm down!" That was the middle-aged office worker, the observant one. He'd climbed onto a small rise, trying to project authority. "I'm sure there's a rational explanation for—"
A goblin shriek cut through his speech.
The creatures burst from the tree line to the east. Small, green-skinned, naked except for scraps of leather. Crude stone weapons clutched in clawed hands. Yellow eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.
Two dozen of them at least.
The screaming reached new pitches.
Jonah kept walking. The goblins were still eighty meters out. He had time.
He reached Liam just as the boy processed the approaching threat and watched the kid's face go from pale to ashen and his hands start trembling.
"You're Liam Stone." Not a question.
Liam's head snapped toward him. "How do you—"
"St. Augustine Prep, freshman year. You take the 7 AM bus on weekdays." Jonah kept his voice level, calm, the tone of someone who had all the answers. "Right now, you're terrified. That's smart. But terror won't keep you alive."
"What the hell is happening?"
"Exactly what the screens said. Tutorial. Survive or die." Jonah glanced at the approaching goblins. Sixty meters now. People were scattering, running in random directions. The construction workers had weapons but no idea how to use them against actual threats. "You want to live through this?"
Liam's jaw clenched. The trembling in his hands steadied, just fractionally. Good. The kid had spine even at fifteen.
"Yes."
"Then follow my instructions exactly. No questions, no hesitation. Can you do that?"
The boy's eyes searched his face, looking for... something—authority, maybe; confidence; the kind of certainty that said this wasn't Jonah's first apocalypse.
"Who are you?"
"Someone who knows how to survive this." Jonah turned, scanning the chaos. "Now, I need five more. You're one."
He moved without waiting for confirmation. Liam would follow or he wouldn't, but Jonah had already seen the resolve crystallizing in the kid's expression. That was the thing about natural talent—it recognized potential opportunity when it presented itself.
The nursing scrubs woman was trying to help someone having a panic attack. Jonah headed straight for her.
"You. Medical training?"
She looked up, startled. "I'm a—yes, I'm a nurse, but—"
"Good. Come with me. Bring him if you can move him." Jonah nodded at the panicking man.
"I can't just—"
"The goblins don't care about your reservations." Jonah met her eyes. "You want to help people? Follow me, and you'll save more lives in the next hour than you would arguing."
Something in his tone cut through her shock. She grabbed the panicking man's arm and hauled him upright with practiced efficiency. "Okay. Okay, I'm—my name's Rebecca."
"Jonah. Stay close."
The construction workers were forming a defensive cluster, weapons raised but grips all wrong. Jonah picked the one who wasn't shouting—a Hispanic man with grey streaking his temples, holding a spear like he actually understood the concept of reach.
"You served?" Jonah asked.
The man blinked. "Marines. Two tours. How'd you—"
"I can tell. Name?"
"Martinez."
"Martinez, I'm forming a group. You're in."
"Listen, kid, I don't know what you think—"
"The goblins are forty meters out. Your friends are holding swords like baseball bats. You have about ninety seconds to decide if you want professional leadership or amateur panic." Jonah didn't wait for an answer. "Follow or don't."
He moved on. Four now, counting himself.
The observant office worker had given up on speeches and was backing away from the goblin advance. Jonah cut him off.
"You're smart enough to observe before acting. That's rare. Come with me."
"I have a family—"
"Then survive so you can see them again." Jonah kept walking. "Your name?"
"David. David Chen."
"You're doing exactly what I tell you, David. No creative interpretation."
"This is insane."
"Yes. Follow anyway."
Five.
Liam had trailed after him, Jonah noticed. The kid hadn't confirmed verbally, but his feet had made the decision. Good instincts.
Six total.
The goblins hit thirty meters. Close enough that Jonah could see the crude stone axes, the yellowed teeth, the way they moved in a loose pack formation.
Other people were still scrambling for the weapon pile. A few brave or stupid souls had formed a line, prepared to fight with equipment they barely understood.
They'd get slaughtered.
Jonah started to turn away when someone else jogged up beside him. A woman, mid-twenties, athletic build evident even through office casual clothes. She had a calculated look in her eyes, the kind that said she'd been watching him gather people.
"You know what you're doing." Not a question, an observation.
"Yes."
"Then I'm coming with you."
Jonah studied her for half a second. Measured movement, controlled breathing despite obvious stress. Some kind of training, martial arts maybe.
"Name?"
"Sarah."
The name hit him like a gut punch. Sarah. One of his dearest friends. Sarah, who'd died when his barrier failed because he hadn't trained her well enough.
Different Sarah. As common as the name was, but the universe had a sense of irony.
"Fine. You follow orders too?"
"I can do that."
Seven. More than he'd planned, but adaptable.
The goblins were twenty meters out. The makeshift defensive line of civilians was bracing, terror and determination mixing on their faces.
Jonah turned away from them entirely.
"Where are we going?" That was David, voice climbing with stress.
"Away from the slaughter." Jonah headed west, perpendicular to the goblin advance. "They want the weapon pile. Let them fight for it."
"We can't just leave those people!" Rebecca, the nurse, her voice sharp with horror.
"We can't save them either. Not yet." Jonah kept his pace steady. Fast enough to create distance, slow enough that his group could keep up. "They're using faulty equipment, wrong tactics, wrong positioning. Most of them die in the next five minutes no matter what we do."
"That's—"
"True." Jonah cut her off. "You want to help people? Then survive. Get stronger. Become capable of actually making a difference." He glanced back. "Or go join them. Your choice."
She didn't break away. None of them did. They followed, because people always followed confidence when panic was the alternative.
Behind them, the screaming reached a crescendo. The goblins had engaged.
Jonah didn't look back.
He led them northwest, past the initial spawn zone, into an area where the grassland gave way to scattered rocks and scrub brush. The terrain rose slightly, offering better sightlines. More importantly, it led toward exactly where he needed to be.
Three hundred meters out, tucked behind a collapsed stone wall that looked like ancient ruins, a cache would be sitting there. Real equipment, not the System's trash starter weapons. A stash left by whatever race had climbed through this tutorial zone generations ago.
"Shouldn't we grab weapons?" Martinez had noticed they'd passed the pile entirely.
"Better equipment ahead."
"How do you know that?"
"Don't ask questions you know I won't answer." Jonah's tone didn't invite further questions.
They crested the small rise. The ruins appeared exactly where memory promised: collapsed walls forming a rough semicircle, stonework that had weathered centuries. To anyone else, it looked like meaningless debris. Stone Henge if it had never been maintained and collapsed.
To Jonah, it was a treasure cache.
He led them into the ruins' shelter. "Everyone stop. Catch your breath."
Liam leaned against a wall, chest heaving. The kid was in decent shape for fifteen, but stress had taxed him. The others looked worse—Rebecca was pale, David kept adjusting his glasses with shaking hands, Sarah's jaw was clenched so tight it had to hurt. John was on the ground, chest heaving.
Martinez was the only one maintaining composure. Good.
"What now?" the former Marine asked.
"Now I get us equipment that won't break during first contact with an enemy." Jonah moved to the northeast corner of the ruins, counting stones. Third from the left, fifth row up. He pressed.
The stone shifted. A grinding sound echoed through the structure, and a section of wall slid inward, revealing a hollow space.
"Holy shit," David whispered.
John stepped forward. "This is crazy."
Inside the cache, exactly as Jonah remembered: six short swords (well-balanced steel instead of scrap iron), four spears with proper points, two small shields, a handful of daggers, and something he'd missed his first time through, a small pouch that would contain basic healing moss, not much but enough for emergencies.
"Take what fits you," Jonah said, grabbing a short sword for himself and testing the weight. Good. Better than good. This blade would last through the tutorial and beyond. "We have about ten minutes before the goblin pack finishes with the others and starts hunting stragglers."
"You knew this was here." Sarah's voice carried accusation and awe in equal measure.
"Yes."
"How?"
"Does it matter?" Jonah met her eyes. "You wanted competent leadership. This is what that looks like."
She held his gaze for a moment, then grabbed a sword and spear. Smart—ranged option with a backup.
The others armed themselves with varying levels of skill. Martinez handled the spear like he'd trained with one. Liam took a sword with an awkward grip that Jonah would need to correct. Rebecca, John, and David went for swords and shields, defensive choices that matched their personalities.
"Now what?" Liam asked.
"Now we hunt goblins." Jonah checked the blade's edge. Sharp enough. "But not where everyone else is dying. We're going to the eastern quadrant, near the stream."
"Why there?"
"Because that's where goblins go to drink. Groups of one or two instead of the twenty-goblin pack slaughtering everyone at the spawn point." Jonah started moving, expecting them to follow. They did. "We kill goblins safely, unlock class selection, get stronger. Simple."
"Nothing about this is simple," David muttered.
"No," Jonah agreed. "But it's the best path forward right now."
He led them east, taking a wide path that avoided the sounds of combat and screaming still echoing from the spawn zone. The terrain shifted, grassland giving way to scrub vegetation and a line of trees that marked a water source.
Perfect.
Jonah stopped them thirty meters from the tree line and turned to face his group. His team now, really. Seven people who'd chosen to follow him into the apocalypse.
"Listen carefully," he said. "When we engage, I call targets. You execute. No heroics, no improvisation. We work as a unit, or we die separately. Understood?"
Nods all around.
"Martinez, you, Sarah, and John take point. Spear reach means you engage first. Liam, David, Rebecca—you're second line. I'll direct from the back and step in where needed." He pointed at the tree line. "Goblins are small, fast, and vicious. They'll go for tendons and soft tissue. Keep your guards up; protect your neck and inner thighs. Kill shots are throat or eye socket. Body shots just make them angry."
"You sound like you've done this before," Martinez said carefully.
Jonah smiled, and it wasn't a kind expression.
"I have."
