Isha, much to her displeasure she would find, was waking up.

“...oh, what happened...?”

She remembered waking up, drenched in sweat. The... the procedure had worked! But then... then she opened her Status Sheet and... Gods be damned, her head hurt.

She tried to rub her temples but was reminded about her restraints. Feeling relatively stronger than when she first woke up, she attempted to slip out of her binds. With more relative ease than before, she managed to slip her arms, which made the entire ordeal much easier.

While she was relieved to have escaped her bindings, she was rather confused by the relative ease she managed to escape. While not a walk in the park, it was much easier than it should have been. Just unlocking Level 0 didn’t grant this much power.

“Status Sheet."

Name

Isha

Class

None

Level

5

Race

Hellspawn (Gnome)

Strength

10(0)

Intelligence

20(2)

Dexterity

15(1)

Wisdom

15(1)

Constitution

15(1)

Charisma

20(2)

Skills

None

Traits

None

Minions

1

Isha almost went unconscious again as she saw what her current stats level were.

Reprocessing...

“Might as well see what I have to work with."

Name None Class None Level -20 Race Awakened Undead Mind Blood Skeleton Thief

Isha lost feeling in her legs very, very quickly.

Nothing made sense about that window made sense. Minions did not have names, not as far as the System was concerned. Minions did not have Classes since their Race provided a pseudo-Class. And nothing, absolutely nothing should ever be able to go below Level 0.

Isha kept opening and closing her windows, rubbing her eyes, and finally lied down when the contents of the window didn’t change. Doing anything and everything she could think of had changed nothing. An impossible window had appeared before her and wasn’t going to disappear any time soon.

“Well. No one ever said getting your Levels early would be normal. Guess I should be happy the only thing I got was weird Minion.”

Standing up, Isha pushed her Minion out of her thoughts. It was far too early to worry about something she couldn’t control. Might as well find Jerald and see what plausible excuse he’s come up with the reason she’s missing. Her dad must have been pulling his hair out trying to find her.

It’s unfortunate for her that Jerald locked the door. And it could only be unlocked from the outside. So, when she tried to leave her room, she found she could not. She could certainly try to break the door open, but there was extraordinarily little chance of that. She still had base level strength even with 5 levels under her belt.

“Ok then. Gods, I hope Jerald gets back soon. I’m damn hungry.”

And rather thirsty. However many days she’s been she most likely had little food and water in her. There’s only so much you could feed an unconscious person without them choking in their sleep. Not to mention she wanted a change of clothing since she was drenched in sweat currently.

“Wait. Where’s the toilet?”

Personal hygiene was one of the few things Jerald had not taken the time to think of.