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A Totally-Legit Side-Chapter: Vigil
🕑 Added 2024-03-31 13:30:02 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Happy 1st of April (AEDT). See you all in a month.
You have, unfortunately, died. Normally, this would be a tragedy. Some people might feel remorse at the sudden loss. The loss of life. The loss of opportunity. The loss of connection. Not you. You’ve been waiting for this moment.
When a person sees a massive truck approaching a set of traffic lights, only a moron wouldn’t see it for the opportunity it was. Sure, the responsible driver tried to brake. Justifiably, you had to tuck and roll into the first pair of the sixteen wheels before the vehicle lost too much momentum. The only thing that mattered was the end result.
“Eyooo, fam, good job with the Truck-kun thing,” a voice snaps your attention back to the present. You’re reclining in a comfortable bean bag chair suspended in a white void. Across from you, similarly seated, sits a scruffy-looking man wearing a silk bathrobe and single sock.
You know this must be a deity of some type.
“Got it in one,” the man - let’s call him ‘Probably-God’ - replied. “We both know I already know the answer to this, but I take it you want the Isekai-special?” Probably-God was, naturally, correct. You tell them as much, specifying that you want a world with a System. You know how video games work, so naturally it’ll be an easy path to power for you.
“Bet,” replied Probably-God after conjuring an iced-tea with a flick of their hand. Condensation dripped down the glass as they took a long drink from it. “On problem though, I’ve decided to do the whole transmigration-thing with you instead.”
You frown. That isn’t what you expected. You shift your weight and the bean bag chair shifts with you. Suddenly, it feels significantly less comfortable.
“You’ll just have to make the best of it,” Probably-God said with a shrug, cutting off your complaints. “Good luck, dawg.”
Before you can say anything else, Probably-God snaps their fingers and your world goes dark. There is a shift, and suddenly your awareness returns to you. Your eyes flicker open and you find yourself curled up on the ground. Your head is resting on a cool, wooden floor and your tail is-
Tail. Yup. You take a moment to get your bearings and, sure enough, you are in the body of a large dog. In the back of your mind, you feel something stir. You quickly deduce that it is a magical connection of sorts, because you’re good at logical thinking.
With a flex of your willpower, you call up a System window.
Eyooo, Probably-God here, I hijacked this world’s System for you. I still have to give you your Cheat Abilities and whatnot.
Beneath the notification, you also see the details of your current existence. You’re in a dog named Vigil and literally have a Skill named Dog. There are no attribute points or classes that you can see, so that’s the first thing you decide to change.
For good measure, you also have Probably-God max out all your statistics as the change is forcefully wrought upon the world. You hear a chorus of voices around the house call out in shock as the rules of their System change, but they’re speaking some weird language you cannot understand.
Probably-God quickly hits you up with an Omniglot Skill so that you can listen in to their complaints.
“Tulos, love, what is happening?” A woman’s voice runs into the room to check on you as she calls out to someone. In her arms is a young kid who you immediately recognize as being a reincarnated person from your world. There is something in his eyes that lets you logically deduce their identity.
Your complaints to Probably-God for having to share the world with someone else from Earth garner a quick response.
I gotchu, fam.
With a flex of your now-maxxed Magic Attribute, you impose your will upon the world and make up a spell on the fly. You were able to intuit the way magic worked almost instantly. Your dog-like body morphed, turning into your idealized version of yourself. For giggles, you decide to keep the dog ears and tail, at least for a time.
“Vigil! What is happening, what-”
You tell Tina to hush, and she does, completely entranced by how amazing you are. You conclude that you could probably add her to a harem later, if you decide to roll with one. That is a problem for later, though.
Probably-God told you that the kid - Will - wanted to get back to their original life. You tell them you are happy to oblige and call upon your new magics to portal that kid back to obscurity. Tina starts to freak out, but you use your magic to erase her memories of the kid which shuts her up.
You hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming into the room and launch a death-beam into the oncoming man. Better to be safe than sorry and remove any possible chance of retribution. To do otherwise would be foolish.
Aight, fam, looks like you’re all set. Holla’ if you need anything.
You decide you’re going to enjoy your second life.
Comments
Hammy
Power fantasy x1000? Lol
