Untitled Project 2

A/N: First person pov isekai litrpg. The humor is a little more racy and its definitely not taking itself seriously.

Ch. 1 Dying 

I can’t believe my reign ended like this. I always wanted to die like a rockstar, but I was going out with a whimper instead of a bang. The crushing pain on my chest felt like an elephant was sitting on me and the bright light of the store was blinding as I fell to the ground. I had wanted to see myself detonating like a brick of C-4, a blinding flash to attract all eyes as I marched off this mortal coil like a monster rather than a mortal. 

The mostly empty can rolled out of my hands as I hit the ground. Struck down in my prime, my own addiction to greasy food and caffeine rich drinks doing me in. Damn this world and its unending array of temptations. 

I stared up at the bright luminescent lights that blinded me and just wished it would hurry up. The screaming from the people around me was getting annoying. Couldn’t they let a guy die in peace damnit? 

The light faded and I finally got to die. No tunnel really, just a general fading away. It was kinda peaceful. At least the pain went away. 

So why was the world growing light again? Where was my fade to black, ending of consciousness moment? 

White light burned my retinas and I blinked in annoyance as I looked around. A lavender sky stretched out with a pair of yellow moons filling the horizon. A star sparkled tapestry was woven into the sky. A half million of the little sparkling bastards. Definitely wasn’t my world. My home. 

I staggered up to my feet and looked down from my high up perch to see the barren landscape that stretched out forever. Dark purple sands shifted and stirred under the influence of a hot breeze. I looked down further and stared at my bare feet. 

Shit, I could see my feet without sucking it in. Chiseled abs, defined pectorals, corded forearms. My quads looked like they were made of marble with every line of muscle bulging out. I looked fucking ripped. 

If this was the afterlife I’d give it a 10/10 for body. 3/10 for the view. Maybe a four, cause the moons were cool. Well, where the hell was I supposed to go? There was no guide waiting for me. Either divine or infernal. Was I supposed to just stand here in the buff? 

As if an answer to my unspoken questions a ship came over the horizon. An old looking ship, with masts and sails that billowed. It also floated twenty feet off of the ground and flew swiftly towards me. 

Max Guyle 

Level. 1 

Class: None 

Race: Spiritual Remnant

Strength: 12

Energy: 14 

Speed: 9

Cohesion: 6

Perception: 9 

That was interesting. The list of stats floating in his line of sight was remarkable in both its answering of questions and in how many more questions it opened. A spiritual remnant. Guess I did die. Just didn’t get to have that peaceful non-existence I wanted. 

I looked down at that ship as it broke across the top of a dune in a spray of sand. Its blackwood prow reflected the light of the stars in a dark sheen as it sped up closing in on me. As they got closer and closer, I could make out the people on the ship. 

Scores of beings. Yes, beings, cause not all of them were human. Elves, dwarves, gnomes, orcs, and some other things that I had no idea what they were. All of them chained to the deck as a half dozen uniformed people marched around shouting and barking orders while cracking bullwhips in the air. 

This wasn’t great. I had no desire to get chained up to a deck and have a whip cracked at me. At least not without consent and a safeword. Time to run, the only problem was I was on top of a mountain top but with nowhere to go.