Heavy rain continued to fall, and a man stood outside the store, taking shelter from the rain, his face devoid of emotion, staring at the distance with no end in deep thought. After a few minutes had passed, he finally let out a heaving sigh.

"Sigh, I'm done for, so done now. The bills are piling up and the prices are rising, but the salary remains unchanged. But then again, I'm unemployed, so why does it even matter if they are the same? At least there was income when I had the job, "said the man as he complained about everything that went wrong in his life.

Lokie Strain was your typical average man, not particularly an ambitious person, but someone who only dreamt of living a normal, stable life. Despite his normal ambitions, for some unknown reason, life always found a way to screw him over. As we speak, we'll call it bad luck.

"Sigh, what am I going to do now. I lost it, I lost the job, this is pure nonsense, I can't believe it."

The company for which Lokie currently works was in a dire state of financial crisis. In order to have a chance to recover, it had to let some of its employees go; 150 employees to be exact. According to the company's seasonal employee performance evaluation, Lokie was the 151st of 300 employees being evaluated based on performance.

""Things are getting more expensive and it's harder to get a job these days.My savings won't be enough to get me through this"" Lokie thought as his knees felt light and his body heavy, hands shaking, slightly cold from the wind blowing.

**Ting** GOOD DAY RANDOM STRANGER!!

A sharp ring and a monotonous tone, like an AI voice was heard in his head as he dozed off, surprised by the sudden sound; his legs finally gave up and stumbled back.

"What the! am I this depress that I'm hearing things now? SHIT! nice job Lokie, this rain finally got your ass sick. arrggghhh, you stupid! idiot!" Lokie curses and shouts, finally loses it and releases every pent up emotion.

**Ting** YOUR NOT IMAGINING THINGS RANDOM STRANGER! I'M LEGIT!

"Oh GOD, am I way too deep already? shits' talking back now!, already poor and broke as fuck and now I got mental problems too. DESPAIR!"

"huh! that guy lost it already huh."Said the old man inside the store looking at him.

"what a weirdo" a lady silently mutters as she sees Lokie shouting and cursing.

""I better yeet and leave here"" Lokie froze as he felt their judging gazes on him and thought as he heard them. He proceeds to YOLO and dashes towards the heavy rain, sprinting as he heads to his apartment, using his bag as a cover on his head from the rain; ignoring what just happened a seconds ago, a new message from his mind popped out again.

**TING** BELIEVE IT OR NOT, IT DOESN'T MATTER AS YOU WILL FIND IT OUT YOUR SELF. NOW LET ME RELAY MY INTENTIONS. YOU ARE ONE OF THE FEW LUCKY FELLOWS WHO WERE CHOSEN BY AN OMNIPOTENT BEING, WELL THE OMNIPOTENT BEING DIDN'T REALLY CHOSE YOU SINCE IT WAS A RAFFLE DRAW, ANYWAY, YOU ARE CHOSEN TO BE THE FEW FIRST PIONEER OF YOUR RACE ON THE NEW WORLD!

**TING** YOU WILL BE SENT TO A NEW WORLD TO BUILD A FOUNDATION FOR YOUR RACE TO SETTLE WHEN THE TIME HAS COME!

"What in the retardation is this, I'm screwed now, I'm fucked" Lokie begins to panic as he fully thinks he is losing his mind.

*Deep Breath* A few seconds after an emotional episode, Lokie decided to Hell with it, found another shelter, and took cover from the rain.

"alright, I'll humor you WoRdS In My HeAd since you said I'm one of the few luck ones, what now?"

**TING** FIRST YOU MUST SWEAR AN OATH THAT YOU FULLY ACKNOWLEDGE MY EXISTENCE IN ORDER FOR OUR *LAWS* TO MANIFEST ON TO YOU!

"............." Lokie stood still, breathing heavily and dozed off in deep thought.

"I need help, professional medical help to be exact, I'm going insane due to depression and I am depressed cause I'm poor and since I'm poor I can't get Professional help hence I'm going insane!. DESPAIR! WHY!" Lokie shouted as he lost it again.

As Lokie fully went on another episode curses and swears finally calmed him self, albeit a little.

"fine then screw this, it is what it is, I'll go along wOrDs In mY HeAD and recite this oath you speak of"

**TING** WONDERFUL RANDOM STRANGER, NOW RECITE AFTER ME, WORD BY WORD WITH FEELINGS!

" I, Lokie Strain, fully acknowledge the Terms and Condition....., that's it? and what are the Terms and Condition?"

**TING** YOU STILL WANT TO READ THE TERMS AND CONDITION?, DOES YOUR RACE EVEN READ THOSE?

"........., fuck NO"

**TING** THEN WE PROCEED. WAIT A MOMENT.PROCESSING. ANY SECOND NOW.

As Lokie lost in thought, a sudden surge of clouds gathered in the sky as thunder and lightning storms, slowly but increasing in size occurred above him. Lightning surged down, striking the ground near him. A deafening sound reverberated as lightning continued to strike the ground.

A few seconds passed, and the thunder still contiguously struck the grind scaring Lokie as he ran for cover, fidgeting as he ran.

**TING** THE OMNIPOTENT BEING HAS RECEIVED YOUR OATH AND ACCEPTED IT! HOST WE SHALL NOW PROCEED!

**TING** LET THE OTHER WORLDLY TRANSFER GATE RITUAL COMMENCE!

As the voice in his head finished conveying it's message, the thunderstorm suddenly stopped but the clouds violently spin at the circle, forming a dense dark cloud forming a eye cyclone on top of Lokie and a Reddish Lightning struck him dead center, completely evaporated, and pulverized his body.

"DESPAIR!" Lokie's voice echoes as the cloud surges and, thunder and lightning storm slowly vanish, leaving a beautiful deep blue sky.

In the deep dark void, Lokie's consciousness continues to drift in darkness as he is filled with confusion and stupefied at everything that just occurred.

**DING** Good Day Host!. I will be assisting you until you reach your destination. Due to the unorthodox way of transferring your soul from your predestined world, your body was accidentally obliterated to dust, that's what they said. Ahem! Since you lost your physical body, we have no other choice but to grant you a new physical body. I could give you your old Physical Body back, but that's not my job. kekw!

**DING** BEHOLD HOST! GODLY RAFFLE DRAW BALLOT RACE INATOR! GRDBRI for short, the races will be randomly drawn at the Godly Raffle Draw Ballot Race Inator, but you can pick the class of your choice once your race has been drawn, you heard it right host! There's classes such as warriors, mages, assassins, and shit, that world your heading to has classes Yow!, we will get into that later and pick your race first, host. As it is crucial to have an affinity with your race and class, you don't want to be a Fire Mage as a fish race, well, it's doable through hard work, but why suffer RIGHT!

The races for you to choose inside the Godly Raffle Draw Ballot Race Inator are only natives to the world you are heading to, *Human* race included, the last thing we want for you to happen is to end up in someone's unknown fucked up basement for being unique race that don't belong to their world and since you were a human on your last world we shall rig the Godly Raffle Draw Ballot Race Inator to increase your chance of getting the identical Human Physical body. Courtesy of the one who screwed up your transmigration ritual.

We shall now proceed with the raffle draw, Host!.

As the Godly Raffle Draw Ballot Race Inator does its godly stuff; Lokie is in a daze as he stares at it, flabbergasted as he tries to understand what the fuck is happening.

"OH! shit finally hit the fan, it's really happening I don't know if this is real or I'm really going bat shit crazy, but crazy people don't know they're crazy! Fuck me!"

The Godly Raffle Draw Ballot Race Inator slowly and steadily stopped its Godly shit, **Ping** a perfectly round ball rolled out from the small hole, on it, a single word was written.

"Orkling" Lokie slowly and silently muttered as he stared at the word scribe on the ball.

"I just got fucked, I jinxed it, good job Lokie!"

**DING** Damn, you just got fu- I mean congratulation Host for successfully drawing a race. Please focus the word *Orkling* on your mind to view its profile race and traits.

Race Name: Orkling (Tier 1) Race Trait: Strong Muscle (Tier 1), Aggressive Instinct (tier 1), Me No Dum Dum(Tier 1), Disciplined Constitution(tier 1), Clumsy Hands(Tier 1). Race Basic Stats: STR 15, AGI 8, CON 12, INT 5 Race Average Life expectancy: 200 (Human Years)

**DING**

Congratulations on drawing the Orkling Race Host! Although it will be a challenge since you might not be able to fully assimilate with your physical body, reducing your overall combat and survival capabilities in the process, in short, if you had a chance of dying when you arrived at your destination before, well, now you will definitely die. huehuehue!

"You! You!! n-no no this is i-impossible le-let me draw again, si-since you can rig the GRDBRI let me draw again, please! no you can't do this! " Lokie was feeling despair and anxiety at the time; he just wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare, but, sadly for Lokie, there was no waking up from this nightmare. His bad luck just went beyond 9000. For Lokie's current situation, it's just beyond bad luck; it feels like the Goddess of Luck was screwing him over with STDS and shit. With his god forsaken luck, what others consider a normal occurrence could be a blessing.

**DING** No can-do host, GRDBRI isn't mine to begin with and besides host, I haven't received enough bribes to do this shit again.

**DING** ANYWAY! HOST! If you die you die!

**DING** Let's pick your Class, Host! Not all hope is lost, well with everything going around, you don't hope too much.