“Oh I see you are awake” (voice)
“Don’t worry, we put you back they way you were before, I think. You can even check the mirror your self” (voice)
Terrance looked at the mirror and all he could see is the distorted clump of stitches and flesh that was now his face.
Terrance bolted upright and screamed. He quickly felt his body and face for any changes and was relieved when nothing was changed.
He was unsure of what to do. He is living in house filled with mad scientists, his powers were sealed, he is stuck in this world and he was recommended by those scientist to become the next Demon King. A Demon king who will continue summoning monsters and creature to provide the various races a way to redirect their hostility on other races. A world where it is the survival of the fittest. It could be a considered a dream or a nightmare for people from his world. He remembered the saying “knowledge and experience is power” and in this world it seemed to be the only truth.
Terrance was deep in thought about what to do next until a sweet savory smell wafted from nearby. He moved his arms and legs and was relieved to find out that they were no longer restrained.
He gripped a handle to raise his groggy body from the surgery table and stood up. He succeed and also notice with some relief that the handle he gripped didn’t change into something random.
He walked unsteadily out the door following the scent of food.
“How are you feeling.” Jared asked
“Groggy” Terrance said as he grabbed a piece of bread and shoved it in his mouth, he felt like he hadn’t eaten for days.
“Good, I thought I would have to bury your corpse this morning. Actually, it would become a nice specimen if that happened. But as always. living things are much more interesting than dead ones.” Jared said with a smile.
I could have died…
Terrance didn’t know how to react and just stared at Jared in disbelief.
“So these armguards?” (Terrance)
“They are one of the many Slyren Artifacts. They are things created a very very long time ago. They can only be used by specific beings, it would kill off anyone else that tried to use it.” (Jared)
“It had such a big risk and you used it on me? You know that you could have killed me right?” (Terrance)
“If it killed you then you were a weak existence that would be disposed off right away in this world. The fact that you are still alive means that the Artifact sees some potential in you. It adapts to the wearer and plans out the best way bring out the person’s full potential. You can check their personalized system yourself. Just tap three times on any of the armguards and it will show you some information.” (Jared)
Terrance tapped 3 times on his left hand and a transparent screen appeared. On the screen was the transparent outline of a persons body an arrow pointed at each major part of the body leading to a percentage. All the percentages were less than 3%. He was puzzled by the percentages.
“What do you see?” (Jared)
“I see a percent value beside each body part on an outline of the body.” (Terrance)
“What are the percentages?” (Jared)
“Head 2%, left arms 1.5%, right arm 1.7%, legs 2%, body 1%” (Terrance)
Terrance read out the number oblivious to what they meant. It was quickly followed by a haughty laugh from Jared.
“Hahaha! 2% head, that is the lowest I’ve ever heard” (Jared)
From Jared’s response, Terrance thought that these values meant his intelligence and was offended. He even completed university with honors at the age of 20. Thus, he glared at Jared.
Jared stopped laughing right away and said, “It was a joke. Those values, if I can remember, represents how much of your potential you’ve unlocked so far. Generally, the lower the percentage the more powerful you could be in the future. Anyone who reached 100% in all of those areas can be considered a god-like existence opponent. You my friend have a very long way to go, but with such low percentages, I can see a bright future for you in this world.”
Terrance considered what he said for a moment. It seemed that there is a lot of potential growth for him, but he has no idea what the percentages mean. What would be the difference between 1% potential and 10%. Will he be able to lift 10x his current arm weight if it hit 10% or is there something more to it. He made some quick calculations. He could currently lift about 75 pounds on one arm, at 10% he would be able to lift 750 pounds, and at 100% it would be 7500 pounds or 7 tonnes. Just the thought of lifting that much in the future made him smile in disbelief. There was also the possibility of 100% for his intellect as well.
“I know what you are thinking but it isn’t that simple to raise those values, people have labored for years just to raise 0.5%.” (Jared)
Terrance’s smile faded at that comment. Logically lifting 750 pounds with one arm is impossible in the real world unless a person work towards it all his life and there is a physical limit as well.
“But, with the artifact, you would be able to work toward raising the values at 10x the rate of others without the Artifact.” (Jared)
At that rate, what would take a year will only take a month. Something that wouldn’t be possible in his world. Terrance thoughts.
Terrance was speechless as thoughts and possibilities whirled inside his head. He would also have to take into account that this world has “Magic.” Something that people can tap into without various cumbersome equipment and turn it into something useful at almost 100% proficiency. With it lifting 7 tonnes with one arm isn’t a dream even 14 tonnes could be possible with the addition of buffs, and magical equipment.
This world felt a lot like an RPG game, with no limits; and he even received an artifact that gave him a head start on everything. Unable to hide his enthusiasm he stood up and said, “Lets start training!”
“I knew you would say something like that, we need you to get everything to 5% before heading out. Ness and Elaine I got something for you guys to test with. Make sure to teach him lots of things while at it” (Jared)
“Wait what!???” (Terrance)
He didn’t have anytime to react before two blurs rush at them and he was being dragged out the dining room door; he barely had enough time to grab another piece of bread before he was being forcefully dragged out fo them room.
His children is teaching me what the heck…
“Thanks, daddy. We’ll teach him everything he needs to know.” Elaine said as she pulled Terrance’s struggling body along the ground with no effort at all.
“Elaine, you need to treat him better. We don’t him to perish too fast; lets do it slowly and try to get the most out it.” (Ness)
Terrance had no idea if what Ness said was a blessing or a curse. But the only though that was in his mind was.
What did I get myself into?