Chapter 2: Chapter 2- Locked Memories
"Aaah!!!", shouted John in pain,
"Eh, my voice, What happened to my voice?". He was confused for he found out that he sounded younger.
"Damn, what happened?", he rubbed his head in consternation. He looked around him, he was in a garbage dump. It was night, and the surroundings were dark and dank.
He looked around his body, he found out that he looked younger and that the body wasn't his, and that the body was also covered in ghastly bruises and burns.
"Damn, whoever did this to this guy got him real good", he muttered to himself.
He looked down and saw a puddle he looked into it and saw the face of the body he was in, he gasped because the body he was in looked exactly like him when he was younger, the same face and the same body. He felt like he went back in time to when he was 12.
Man, I looked really good when I was younger, John thought to himself rubbing his face and smiling narcissistically.
Aaah!!!
Suddenly, John screamed in pain because his brain felt as if it was about to be torn in half, then all of a sudden, memories that did not belong to him began flooding into his head. The boy whose body he was inhabiting was also named John and he was also an orphan.
As he was receiving the memories, he found out that some of the memories were locked, but from what he could access, he found some basic knowledge about this world he was in, he was in a world called Academia, where with the use of magical energy, creatures could train to become powerful.
In Academia, there existed creatures that were considered as myths on Earth, here there were Gods, Titans, Giants Dragons, Elves, Beastmen, and other mythical beings
"Writing System???", He called out in the dark.
"I'm here", replied the system.
"What happened, why am I no longer on Earth?"John asked.
"Because you are in another world, duh!", replied the system casually. John was irked at the way the system replied so casually as if transmigrating to another world was something casual.
"Was there any system as useless as this", thought John.
"Why am I in another world?", He growled.
"Oh, you died", the system replied lackadaisically.
"Oh!, Oh, how did I die?, All I saw was lightning from the heavens, then BAM!, I knew no more, then I'm suddenly here in a young body, feeling pain all over and lying down in a dump", He said.
"That's basically the summary of all that happened, but there's more to it, do you know that what you basically did in Earth was reality distortion, in a world full of nonmagical people, what you did attracted the attention of the Creator of that universe and he killed you, but I managed to extract your soul from your body and brought it over to this world", replied the system.
"So you knew this would happen, and you still told me to do it, I'm getting suspicious of you", said John dusting himself up and walking away from the dump.
"No need to be suspicious, since I came to you, you would still die one way or the other, it could be that you will die by falling and hitting your head on the floor, or a missile may land directly on your house, it may even be the same day Ronald Bump may decide that he wants to rule the world and press the launch button for nuclear bombs, your surroundings may be the first target for the World War III, either way, you would still die, because your mission to become the God of Writing can't happen there, so I figured you should enjoy what you are signing up for", replied the system.
John was embittered and said, "So basically you are Misfortune 2.0, You've mentioned three ways to die already, you should have continued mentioning the remaining nine hundred and ninety seven ways remaining. I didn't even get to enjoy what I died for, I literally died without living life".
"John, I have something to tell you", said the system seriously. John was surprised because, since the time he had gotten the System, the system had never been serious.
"OK, let's hear it", said John in an equally serious tone.
"This may be last time, I'll ever speak to you like this, the Creator gave me emotions so that I can ease you up and get you used to the God of Writing System, but now that we're already in my world, I'll have to stop talking to you like this, in this world there exists beings who can read your mind, and I'm really weak right now, I've lost some parts of me, so I can't protect your mind, I have to stop talking to you, maybe one day when you're strong enough you may be able to talk to me again.
So let me tell you about the God of Writing System, with the system you can create permanent life, though you can't do that yet, you can create things from thin air, though you can't do that yet, and create magic techniques and so on and you can't do that too yet and you can create things permanently if you have the materials though you won't need that later in your life and you can't modify your body without being as strong as a Demigod at least", said the system.
"So what can I do?", asked John exasperatedly.
"Nothing, basically you are useless, all these things that you can't do yet, it's because you are too weak, to do all these things you need to have magical energy and for that, you need to train and grow to become stronger, in this world being weak is a crime", said the system.
"Yeah, I'm sure the previous owner of this body figured it out the hard way", said John smiling bitterly.
The owner of the body was a boy with a self-refreshing memory and an imbecile. From his fragmented memories, he saw scenes of John being bullied by some kids at this same garbage dump, so he automatically deduced that this was when poor John died. One of the kids had large fists and as he punched the air, John could see ripples in the air. John kept the faces of those kids in his mind to watch out for them, maybe when he was stronger he'll get revenge for the former John.
"Good that you know, now that you've known all that you should, let me tell you what a writer should be, as a writer you have a close relationship with the universe, because as you write and will your writing into existence, the countless worlds obey your will, and you should be informed that you can't do what you did on Earth for now because you influenced the minds of every living being there and if you tried that here, it won't work and you may bring the attention of beings stronger than that Pseudo Creator who murdered you onto yourself and the minds of even the regular beings are stronger than those on Earth because they see weird things daily and so they have stronger minds", said the system with a warning tone.
John noticed the words the system used there, "universe" and "worlds".
"Ok, I got it", said John.
"When I leave I'll leave some gifts for you", said the system with a sniff. (if systems could cry).
"Give me some good things", replied John.
"Goodbye, John Stone, I hope you fulfill what is intended for you to do", said the system sadly.
"Goodbye, system I'll get strong for you", John said, but he heard no reply, his reply was blown away by the wind. Then John remembered something.
"Argh!!, System come back, you didn't explain what I'm intended to do, you idiot!", he shouted in his mind.
His reply was a line of cold words imprinted directly into his brain.
"Figure it out yourself".
"You didn't even give me more information about this world than I already know, I don't even know what a Demigod is!!!", shouted John in his mind.
It was still the same cold words again.
"Figure it out yourself".
Useless System, John scolded in his head then kept on walking.
...
"John!!!!!", all of sudden John heard a female voice shouting his name.
"I'm here", he replied because he recognized the voice because there were only two people imprinted directly in the previous John's memories, a young girl named Eleanor and a man named Wang, he never told them his full name so John and Eleanor both called him Uncle Wang. A little girl of around nine years old ran over panting.
"Uncle Wang has been looking for you everywhere, then I met Joseph and his gang on my way, and they told me you were in the dump, then they ran away laughing, it seems they bullied you again today, maybe I'll report to Uncle Wang again about those children", Eleanor said in anger when she saw the bruises on his body.
Eleanor was an orphan like John, and she was adopted by the mysterious Uncle Wang, she was already a beauty at her young age with long black hair, blue eyes that shone, and pale skin. John patted and straightened her hair that was all tangled from her running,
"No need, in fact, we should thank them, without them I wouldn't be healed", John smiled and said. Eleanor was confused because it seemed that John remembered things now, "what are you healed from?", she asked, tilting her pretty head in an adorable way.
"Don't bother you wouldn't understand", He said.
"Ok", she replied.
"Help me walk, let's go home".
Ssssss!!!, hissed John in pain as Eleanor touched his bruises by mistake.
"Ooh, Eleanor don't touch there!!!, Aaah!!"
"Gently".
...
John said through gritted teeth, "You know ... I'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose!"
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