Chapter 2: Totally normal meeting

A magnificent light shined over Faust's body.

It was a sign that his last run had failed. Either the party had failed as soon as he led them into the dream realm, or they failed at a later stage. Either way, it was back to the start again. 

As his sense of touch gradually returned to him, Faust began moving each muscle. But even opening his eyes was a struggle, it was as if he was staring straight into the sun. Restarting had always been like this. After dying, doing anything was pretty hard and annoying. Faust had tried numerous times to look at the world before he "spawned" in, but it had pretty bad side effects. Like going blind. Or dying. Which wasn't very fun. 

So he sighed, closed his eyes again, and waited for the nasty sensation to awake him. 

***

And there it was, having sand in his socks and shoes. Faust turned to his northwest, walked exactly 37 steps, and spotted his least favorite teammate. 

He saw Cain, the luckiest person within a 8,000 mile radius, aka the luckiest man on Earth. Despite spawning into a desert like Faust, Cain was resting on a bed of leaves next to a palm tree that perfectly covered him in shade. If that wasn't lucky enough, Cain happened to be a 6 ft Korean lean muscle machine, with a messy black hair that was the wet dream of every Kpop stan. 

Compared to Faust, who had been transported from a halloween party, Cain was also wearing white 100% cotton clothing with loose long sleeves. Quite literally the perfect clothing for deserts. On the other hand, Cain's maid costume suit wasn't doing him any favors. But it was still funny, so he kept it on.

Just as Faust was about to kick Cain, a gust of wind blew sand into Faust's eyes, causing him to curse and waking up Cain.

And as Cain woke up, he was greeted with a strange sight. Standing before him was a Chinese 5'7" teenager with jet black hair tied in a man bun. And if that wasn't concerning enough, he was wearing a classical black and white maid costume with black fishnets, a small bowtie, and black high heels. 

Cain wasn't sure if he was supposed to run, fight, or hide, so he just chose to pretend to continue sleeping. 

Unfortunately for Cain, Faust had only seen this act upwards of a hundred times. 

"Oh no. It appears that I've been transported into an isekai world with a status window. Oh. My. God. That is so crazy. If only there was someone that could help me figure out this world. If this guy named Cain Li who lives at XXX street, was born on January 3rd, is taking way too many AP classes for a senior in XX high school, has a 93.21% in AP Literature, cheated on his 2nd essay in the class, pissed his pants last wi-" 

"Ahem. Hi. I'm Cain. Are you a stalker or kidnapper? If so, you should now I'm broke."

Faust's deadpan acting performance was, at best, going to cause Cain to believe that Faust had mental health issues. Worst case scenario, Cain would be permanently traumatized by Faust. 

"My name is Quandale Dingleton," Faust stated, with a perfectly straight face. 

He then looked Cain up and down in an exaggerated manner, and muttered just loud enough for Cain to hear "Yeah so this one's organs are probably good, minor issues in the brain but I'll manage."

If Cain wasn't sure if he should run away before, he was sure now. His eyes were focused on Faust, while his mind was panicking like never before. 

"Ok, so this guy has clearly done his research. I'm in a desert, and he looks unprepared. He's spouting my personal information and everything is accurate, so that's a problem. I think I can probably take him, in a fight of course. And-"

Faust simply stared at his status window as Cain was beginning to get lost in his thoughts. After all, what could Faust do to Cain? The difference in height and muscle were quite apparent, and fighting in high heels wasn't a great idea. 

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So Faust continued to browse through his status window. There were numerous basic jobs he had seen in the past, warrior, archer, etc. These had all long been optimized and were widely considered to be the "safe" choice. 

So logically, Faust was interested in the least useful but most interesting class. And today, one of them caught his eye. 

***

[Keyboard Warrior]

Description:

A true warrior of the internet. A keyboard warrior, unable to achieve anything physically, turns to the internet to fight his battles! Enjoy the benefits of Dorito dust and liver failure as you roam the web searching for battlefields to fight upon!

Stats:

- 3 agility

- 3 strength

Skills:

[Frustration]: +50% chance of induce feelings of frustration and anger based on user's speaking skills and time spent speaking

***

Objectively, this was a shit class. The beginning of a minus 3 stat debuff in agility and strength would be potentially deadly in the early stages of adapting to this new world. But, the frustration skill. Faust remembered this skill all too well.

In the 305th and 508th rounds specifically, Cain had obtained these skills. Maybe it was because he was particularly mean to Cain, maybe because it helped to emotionally manipulate Faust into taking his anger out onto the group's enemies. Either way, the lucky man always ended up benefiting from Faust's frustration. 

Faust's gaze returned to the status window.

This run would surely succeed, right?

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