《The Ritual of the Summoned Ones》Escape to the Great Beyond (The Door)
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“Cough, cough, oh my god whyyyyy!”
“Can't I catch a freaking break dammit”
Hadrian tried to wipe as much dust as he could off his face and out of his eyes, but he didn't have much luck his dry hands making poor tools for the job. Stumbling through the door he could hardly see anything in front of him, the dust distorting his vision as he tries to reach out to find anything in his path.
“Huh” Hadrian stops dead in his tracks, the sounds of streaming water echo in his ears.
“Is that really water, are can’t be that lucky can I”
He hears the sound of water dripping in front of him, he tries to carefully navigate his way to the sound of the water. As Hadrian was reaching out trying to find the source of the sound, his hand touches something. Through his blurred vision he could vaguely make out something that looked like a large fountain.
'Splaash' “Ahhhhhh, thank god”
Hadrian sinks his face into the water at the base of the fountain and scrubs the dust off his face and eyes. He is able to finally get ever out of his eyes and manages to have a look around the room he's entered.
It was a large oddly shaped octagonal room, five other doors identical to one Hadrian exited littered 5 sides of the octagon. The fountain that he is standing next to was exactly in the center of the room, a large stone tablet took a whole wall, the strong glow of the unreadable script illuminated the whole room and the final feature of the room was an imposing gate covered in the same cravings that coated the very room it stood.
“So am I the only one here or are there a bunch of other magically kidnapped people still stuck in their rooms like I was”
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Hadrian starts to walk over to other doors wanting to check if they are occupied, he starts banging on the stone doors and shouting hoping to see if anyone inside would answer.
“Huh it seems I'm on my own then, really can't tell if that's a good or a bad thing, I could have ended up with a bunch of psychopath's, coward's or even worse those idiots with hero complexes. Probably would have got me killed or worse, man those guys are a bunch of self-righteous dick bag’s”
“Well I should probably check out that giant glowing tablet, anything that ridiculous must be important”. Hadrian walks up to the tablet as he’s start getting closer the glow of the script starts to weaken, as he got closer and closer he could actually make out the shape of the marking on the tablet.
Now if Hadrian was lucky enough to summoned with a whole party, one of his companions would have received a support class or skill that would have provided the help they needed to read the forgotten language inscribed upon the glowing stone but Hadrian wasn't lucky, and he wasn’t summoned with a full party or even a single companion he was all alone, his class was completed focused on combat, long story short he was fucked.
“Wait what the fuck is this, I can't read this shit it looks like kanji had an ugly baby with elvish runes, English motherfucker do you write it. What a bunch of fucking retards you can control time and space but you can't make this fucking thing in English, ... can't catch a fucking break can I”
......
Hadrian stood there in a daze for a while, hoping a solution will come and not really knowing what to do now, the last few hours haven't been easy on him, Challenge after challenge and surprise after surprise have taken a toll on his mental health.
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“Well fuck it might as well take the full dive into this madness then bite the bullet as it were, take the dive, punch that honey badger right in the balls!”
“STATUS!!”
' [ Name: Summoned One 66513 ]
[ Class: Swordsman ]
[ Strength - 12 ]
[ Endurance - 11]
[ Dexterity - 16 ]
[ Intelligence - 8 ]
[ Wisdom - 9 ]
[ Luck – 21 ] '
“Yep that works great, 100% not going insane at all”, Hadrian decided to take a moment to fully take in his status, taking his time to digest the fact that his entire physical and mental existence is now being displayed fully in front of his face as a bunch of numbers.
“Wait what kind of bullshit is this, you can literally reconstruct my whole body but you can't even display my name correctly. I state again what kind of bullshit is this My name is Hadrian, HADRIAN, H.A.D.R.I.A.N, YOU UNDERSTAND TRASH BAG!!”
'Ding’ STATUS PAGE CHANGE ACTIVATED'
'CHANGING SUMMONED ONE'S NAME'
'NAME CHANGE COMPLETE'
“...great, thank you so much now can you tell me what's going one?”
.....
.....
.....
“Balls”
“I call bullshit on that luck stat, I think I'm fucking cursed”
“Can you at least show what my stats mean and what classes are you dick”
“Please?”
......
“Wait, so I don't even get an explanation about anything, I don't even know what any of those stats could mean what the hell do they change!?”
“I say again, whoever or whatever was in charge of this creating this shit was retarded”
Hadrian now stuck on what to do, so he decided to sit down and read through the old recorded logs, hoping to find something he missed.
“I'm guessing trying to ask about Skills or Blessings isn't going to get me anywhere, right?”
“Yep, well that's great also why the fuck is one of my Blessing's a curse, what the hell luck stat do your fucking job you dick”
“God I hope luck is actually luck and not some other obnoxious bullshit”
“Well down the list I go, ... ohhhh what's this I spy upon my log, what indeed do I see”
“Equipment and an Inventory, hahaha my luck is starting to turn around and it’s not just normal equipment but class equipment, motherfucker I'm going to get me a sword!”
“Don't know what I need a sword for but with my amazing powers of deduction I'm going guess I'm probably in some sort Dungeon. I can’t think of any over reason I would be cursed by them .....”
“....wait I'm in a Dungeon?, a fucking Dungeon, a monster spawning Dungeon?, probably I don't know never heard of a non monster Dungeon, haven't ever read a novel about a fucking friendly Dungeon, hell even when normal humans are reincarnated into them in the books, they go bat crap crazy and start killing everyone .....”
“I'm so fucked”
.....
.....
“Well at least I've got a sword”
“Inventory !”
'Ding' 'SUMMONED ONE HASNT FOR FILLED REQUIREMENTS TO ACTIVATE INVENTORY'
....
“...well that’s just great”
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