Chapter 2: Argent [1]

"Our kinship transcends mortal concepts like parentage and pedigree. So don't worry, I'll always be with you."

        --Selene's last words to Jerome

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On February, 12th, 2019. My sister, Selene, died from a brain hemorrhage.

On February 19th, 2019. I started a novel, and gave it the name {Countdown To Apocalypse}.

{Countdown To Apocalypse} was a novel with the premise that was quite popular at that time. Dungeons, an Earth-wide system that showed your status, and an Academy.

After the death of his parents, my MC with revenge in mind, would attend the Academy to grow stronger and there he would find allies that would follow him to the end of the story.

He'd avenge his parents and find out that there was a bigger ploy, then he'd grow stronger and overcome everything with bravery and the power of friendship.

That, in particular, was the script for a happy ending. I didn't plan for that to happen.

My MC went to entered the Academy, Yes. He gained allies, Yes. He eventually got the revenge he wanted, Yes again.

Then I flipped the tables in the last quarter, I picked a heroine, and killed her off.

A major ally, another heroine, stabbed him in the back and joined the forces that invaded Earth.

Another major ally, who was even more powerful than the protagonist, got stuck in a Gate, never to be seen again.

And at the end of the story, human, elves, dwarves, and orcs all. Their hope became useless in the presence of a formidable foe.

The [Harbingers of Destruction] left nothing in their paths except devastation.

In the last scene, the protagonist was the last living organism on Earth. He broke down, and inevitably committed suicide.

Was I too cruel? That's a question for later.

Anyway, the character I possessed had no role in all of this. He ceased to exist far before the End of the World, dying very early into the story.

The character named Jerome Argent, who I named after myself-for reasons I'm not yet ready to expose-was meant to die to trigger a plot point.

This body I was in was just meant to get the protagonist closer to his revenge.

"Sigh, is this Karma?"

I looked down, and read the letter in my hand once again.

***

Dear Jerome Argent,

Congratulations on your successful admission into the bastion of mankind.

Note that this is just the beginning of your journey, and your entry into Horizon does not guarantee a successful graduation. 

Classes will resume on August, 1st, 2072. Your assigned class is 1-A, you're free to attend to other matters pending the resumption.

PS: Your selected Elective Courses are to be submitted no later than a week after the aforementioned date of resumption.

***

"Haiz..."

To make sure my conjecture of transmigration was rock solid, I tried to find a sense of unreality.

"Status."

Lo and behold. A blue translucent screen pixelated and hovered before me.

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Name: Jerome Argent

Age: 17

Race: Human (‽)

Rank: F-

Identity: #####, #####, #####, Otherworlder, Horizon Cadet, #####, #####

Traits:

♦ [Fortitude] Maintains optimal cerebral activity irrespective of the situation. +70% affinity with mental-type [Phenomena]. Immunity towards mental attacks.

♦ [Fischer's Scale] Effects Unknown.

♦ [Slothful] +100% mana recovery in situations where the body is completely immobile. Extreme sensitivity to the flow of time.

Characteristic: Chaotic Stasis Physique

STATS:

Vitality: D+

Constitution: F-

Strength: F+

Dexterity: D+

Agility: F-

Intelligence: D+

Mana Capacity: G

Gift: [Unawakened]

Authority: N/A

SKILLS:

Innate -- N/A

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Imprinted -- N/A

Comprehended -- [ Unarmed Combat (C+), Cooking (A-), Ducking (C-), Slash (D-), Thrust (D-), Sleeping (S+)]

Path -- Spearmanship ⟨Advanced⟩

Art(s): N/A

Manual(s): N/A

===

I had confirmed it to be true. I transmigrated inside my novel.

The first thing that came to my mind wasn't the strange parts of my Status. It was neither a plan on how I would grow stronger nor the search for whatever lofty goal I wanted to achieve in this new world. No. It was a single name.

Selene. I could see her again.

How? It's because I crafted a character after her, a character who was the older sister of Jerome Argent, possessing the same relationship dynamic as on Earth.

Even though this Selene turned out to be a fictional existence, I didn't care, all I knew was that she was alive and well.

Moreover, my gut was telling me, she was the one. That this Selene was the one I knew all along. Whatever questions about what was real and whatnot didn't matter to me.

Then I was overwhelmed by a wave of Jealousy.

While my Selene was dead and I spent my days in depression, this effing extra was enjoying her strawberry pie.

God if I could kill him. Oh, I couldn't, I already became him. What if I didn't create him from the start? No. That wouldn't work too, if Selene didn't die, I wouldn't have created a novel to vent all my negative emotions.

Before I could spiral into a myriad of thoughts of how to bring back the former owner of this body and torture him till the end of time, I took a deep breath, and calmed down, my turbulent emotions returning placid.

Whew. I never knew I had yandere tendencies, cool discovery.

"Oops."

The letter in my hand had already been scrunched up from the strength of my grip, but I wasn't that worried, since the letter didn't actually serve any purpose except informing the candidate his/her entry was successful.

What I was worried about was my death.

Why? If the story went according to the original, I would die on the mid-semester exams and wouldn't get to meet Selene, as she was a Mercenary, and was currently on an Mission.

I sighed and looked at the Status.

To be honest. Because Jerome was slated to die very early into the story, I didn't bother developing his Status. So I had no idea what I was supposed to see. The only effort I made in expanding on his abilities was giving him the [Characteristic] called [Chaotic Stasis Physique], which was the origin of his unlucky fate.

Consequently, I was surprised at the fact that the Status was comprehensive and filled out, and even though I hadn't awakened my [Gift], my starting point wasn't extremely bad.

It seemed whatever I ignored had been filled out. As if this was a standalone reality that was independent of the novel, {Countdown To Apocalypse}.

But there were several problems, like the question mark in my race. Was the [Archives] not sure if I was a human or not?

And my Identity, there was something wrong, I'm not very sure if it would turn out to be an advantage or a problem, only time would tell.

The [World's Will] had the knowledge that I wasn't from here. Because Identity was from different Perspectives, and from the [World's Will] Perspective, I was an [Otherworlder], instead of a [Resident] or [Inhabitant].

The hashes before that was confusing, because the [Cosmos] was one big machine run by the [Archives], and every single existence had an Identity in relation to the [Big Picture].

The reason why it was confusing was because I saw no reason for the [Archives] to hide what I was, unless that was something caused by an entity, and the most likely entity would be the one that sent me here.

The were hashes after my Horizon Cadet Identity too, and this was very wrong, because the Identities after the [Archives] and [World's Will] Perspective was what you truly were.

So I'm wondering why I'm hiding something from myself, or is it because I'm not the original owner of this body? So the Status is not completely showing me my Identity?

Even look at the [Trait], the [Fortitude] part was good and all, and even as much as I complained about the [Slothful Trait], it was a boon in the end.

So what the hell was [Fischer's Scale]?

To me it was just a ticking time bomb, because [Traits] always played a significant role in the life of an Awakened.

This was all just too tiring for my brain. I had always tried to run away from complicated stuff, so why? Why?!

I sighed and flopped on the bed, massaging my forehead with my free hand. Wasn't this just a character meant to be killed off like a chicken?

So what's all this with the mysterious character vibe?

I checked the U-pad. An oval pad resting on the bedside table that displayed the time holographically.

{22:09:35}

{July, 25th, 2072}

Hmm. Resumption was about a week from now, so I still had time to 'borrow' some stuff.

No, why call it borrow. I was the author, the one who created everything in the first place, so I was just taking what was mine.

No. I wasn't justifying stealing, this action was logically and morally acceptable.

Nevermind, I was getting distracted.

As for goal, I didn't have one yet, I still had some time to decide, and I still had to meet someone who would play a huge factor in deciding my goal.

I tapped my forehead, and sighed again, complicated stuff just wasn't for me.

I stretched my arm and dropped the letter back on the bedside cabinet and was about to lay back down and have a good sleep to let future me worry about tomorrow, but at that moment was assaulted by a strong wave of migraine.

I fell to the ground because of my compromising position and squirmed as information flooded my head like a broken dam. Each unique memory that dug into my skull nearly fried my nerves.

By the time all information had entered, I was still twitching on the grey rug, like a fish away from the river.

After about an hour or two, I struggled up with difficulty, and without bothering to look through the memories, I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.

Nothing was taking my sleep from me.

[Sleeping(S+) activated].

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