Hello folks! Figured after chapter 22 of Blood Born I'd pop out chapter 2 of Olympus for you all. I hope you enjoy it.

Give a big thanks to Roguemist ^.^

I read over that message again, and again in shock before dismissing the blue box. The comment in parenthesis was very annoying. But, hey, I gained a title right? I looked at it, and damn near bashed my head on the ground.

Title: Loner Description: You are a loner, you dislike the company of others. All those of lower, or equal level feel this, and work to avoid you.Minus 20% in stats when fighting in groups larger than three.

What in the literal fuck is with this? So basically, I can never be in groups larger than three thanks to this title. Son of a bitch! Alright, alright. Fine, I will be fine.

Moving on from that, I look at my surroundings. What I thought were bars were in reality just really. Really wide wooden planks with large gaps in them. I was in a lean-too, with a dirt floor. Manacles bound my wrists and ankles.

Ok, this sucks so far. I decided to check my status.

Status Window Name: Crispin Leonholdt Level: 1 Class: Slave Gender: MaleTitlesThe Loner-Health:50 / 50Health Regen:1.30 / SecStamina:50 / 50Stamina Regen:1.30 / Sec-Strength:5Agility5Vitality:1Inteligence:5Leadership:0Luck:5-Attack Damage:10Defence10Skill ListNone.

Ok, this could be worse. All the stats are low as hell, but it gave more room to grow, right? Besides, I love the underdog....I finished lamely.

I didn't have much time to contemplate that dismal display before footsteps could be heard. I looked up and saw, quite literally, the fattest man I have ever seen. I swear to god that he was a perfect circle. My eyes bugged a little, and I stifled a laugh. But it was too late, a mistake to start laughing I learned.

No sooner had this fat man seen that, than he ordered his guard to whip me. His voice was reedy, and insolent. "Guard, GUARD! Whip this insolent slave who dares to laugh at his betters." I heard the gate open, and I tried to fight, but the guard was stronger. When I tried to check his status it was a skull. That was frightening.

He then dragged me into the courtyard, where several other slaves are present, and tied me between two posts.

Minus 5 health

It hurt like hell. Ninety-nine percent realism for you, I suppose. This continued until I had only ten health left. I was spent, and exhausted. Drained of everything, including stamina. God damn it hurt. I remember reading in the manual that scars occur in this game if the wound is not healed with a poultice, or bound. Which means I'll likely have scars all along my back, another mark to match the slave tattoo on my shoulder.

I groaned as the guards released me, and dragged me to my fat master. I couldn't walk, so each held one arm, and moved me forward, my feet creating furrows in the dirt.

Dropping me before him, he began wailing at me to stand. I tried, and when that failed he kicked me, sending my health dangerously low. I forced myself up, I didn't want to die this early.

When I stood finally, the fat blob was speaking. "I am Denarius, and your Master. You will obey me in all things, or perish. Understood?"

I nodded at him. I would never call this bastard master however. I had to find a way to escape. I was thinking about that for a time, after being dismissed and forced into a line of slaves that seemed to be training with wooden swords.

That's when the blue box appeared, right as I was handed a wooden sword, and told to begin training. Meanwhile, several of the others were looking at me as they trained, talking as they did. The noise of the clashing wooden blades act as a damper for there voices. But I clearly heard. "Can we use him?" before I was dragged away by the, according to his status, Gladiator Trainer.

Quest: Earn the Gladiator Slaves Trust Description: Earn your fellow slaves trust, and learn what they are planning. Perhaps it is a path to freedom?!Rewards:Unknown, 50 copper

I accepted it without question, it seemed fun. I did however request for a different weapon, I disliked the feel of the sword. He took it, and told me to use my hands then.

So I began striking the wooden dummy, sweat flowing down my back, and into my open wounds. It stung like crazy. But I kept at it. Then another blue box appeared.

Strength increase by 1, agility increase by 2.New state learned, Endurance (initial stat 5)Endurance increase by five do to your training through pain. New skill gained: Unarmed proficiency.

I stopped training a moment and almost shouted in joy! I had increased stats, and that fat bastard had even ensured a new stat for me. I kept at it, working hard.

By the end of the training, I had recovered my health and my wounds beginning to heal. My Strength had increased to 15, my agility to 24, and my endurance to 20. It hurt less to strike the wooden dummy with my bare hands now too. I smiled, pleased when the Trainer returned, grunting in surprise at the pummeled wooden dummy.

The others saw, and seemed to like what they saw as well. I didn't know it of course, but my growth for such a weak, and beaten slave was astonishing. They were bred fighters under there Masters Control. To see a new slave, freshly whipped, manage that astounded them. So they began there own planning to include the strange blond haired slave.

I however, went back to my dirt pile, and fell face first into it, smiling. I could sleep in this game, the pain and current circumstance withholding, I loved it. I could walk! I could feel! I was no longer the helpless cripple that I thought of myself in here. In this world, I wouldn't burden anyone.

I passed out, and looked forward to tomorrow, and maybe rushing through this quest. I wanted my pets.

"Did you really have to give him such a sad title baby?" my wife asked me as she watched the screen in front of us. I'd brought my work home with me today, I knew Matt wouldn't be out of that capsule for a while. I'd winced when I saw him whipped, but knew my Bro could take it and move on from it.

"Also, those stats..." Yeah, I married a gamer girl. Smiling at her, I placed my hand on her swelling stomach, my little girl would be born soon, and kissed her forehead.

"its ok baby, Matt was always a loner in school. He'll get around it. You'll see." She just nodded, and replayed the recorded video of his first full day in game, about an hour and a half real time I think. I didn't care about that part.

Today was a good day, I had finally been able to give my best friend the ability to walk, though I had hoped he'd choose the noble option. He'd have gotten his pets as a gift then. But, he was always one to take the hard way.

Here you go folks!

Ok, this was my first attempt at so many damn boxes. I'm sorry if they fail miserably. But I tried haha. If they did, will edit it later. I hope you enjoy this chapter however. Day two-5 will be next. It'll be a big one haha. When I update it anyway. Might be a day or two.