Chapter 1
So... this is understandably odd and kind of hard to believe. I kinda just woke up in a body that is NOT my own, but also is?
Ya see, one day after hitting the gym and eating some j...cough, dirty bulking. I got hit with the most devastating case of the ITIS.
So I'm in my room after hitting the gym, scrolling through Webnovels and I, like everyone else. Fell prey to those dastardly pop ups when trying to tap on a book title.
This is where it got weird, I start nodding off and what I see after blinking is. A questionare. Me being the completely rational thinking and mature adult. I started filling it out. I mean, why not. As long as I don't hit any links or download anything or put any real information it's fine right?
Here's what it looks like
Name: Richard Grande
Age: 13 (M✔️/F)
Race:Homo sapien(?)
Height: 5'1" (154.9 cm)
Weight: 100 lbs (45.3592 kg)
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel/aquamarine (Heterochromia)
Origin: (Orphan) Parents snuck out in the middle of the night. Apparently they accumulated a decent amount of debt. They decided to cut their losses, believing that they were less likely to be pursued if they left something "Valuable" behind.
Perk received: Deprived "Tough times make tough men, but tough times are temporary!"
(You are more resilient than most and don't give up easily)
Perk received: Scrapper! When fighting as the underdog, under estimated or when severely injured, you can survive longer with less!
Perk received: Fury "Don't not let your rage blind you, let it fuel you!" May experience something $^$^%$ when deeply angered.
Me: Great, now I can just exit this obvious scam and... DOWNLOAD 99%
FUCK YOU, I- 100% initiating data
!Welcome to the multiverse! Goodluck!
That's when I woke up, to a right hook to the face from a malnourished youth, probably 17-18. The following jab. I barely slip in time, causing me to stumble on unsteady feet do in part to the aforementioned right hook and hasty dodge. The next I slap aside and reflexively counter with an admittedly sloppy punch to a nerve cluster. This makes him yelp in what looks like surprise and pain stumbling back a step.
I rush him immediately after. Not knowing exactly what's going on, but I know better than to get distracted in a serious fight and to press your advantage when you get it (Assuming running isn't a viable action). Being alot shorter and surprisingly not much weaker than I felt I should be.
I step in with a jab of my own to test his defense and when he covers his eyes while blocking his face. I go for a body shot to the liver. Taking what must feel like his soul leaving his body and fighting the urge to empty his stomach.
I go for a rear naked choke. Bad news is, I'm at least 7" shorter than him and weigh at least 55lbs less. So I have to leap onto his back, Hold on for dear life, and hope he doesn't have the sense to either drop onto his back faster than I can get off or slam me into the walls.
Fortunately for me, the liver shot had taken his wind as well. So when I got into the proper hold, he was already low on air.
I'm not sure when they called it. But It must have been somewhere in between me being pulled off of the guy on his side blowing chunks on the floor while half unconscious, and the MC raising my hand and announcing the end of the bout. During this limited intermission I take in my surroundings while taking shaky breathes.
Adrenaline crashes suck!
There's a crowd around the small arena (if you can call an uneven cement floor surrounded by a cheep fence with the purpose of acting as a cage) all adults, more women than I expected for seedy looking place like this. Although there's probably only maybe two women for every eight men I see. I'm then walked out of the "pit" by a big guy, I'm assuming is security and left in a decently clean, looking like a high school-locker room. Given a towel and left with a simple medium kit.
"Guess I gotta treat my own wounds, hm? Figures."
As I take off my gloves and finger wraps I decided to wash my hands and face first.
"No need to increase the chance of infection by getting dirt in any wounds I might have."
Looking into the mirror I see a very similar looking face but also wholly different. Similar in that it kind of looks like what I did at the same age but decidedly different in an uncanny valley kind of way.
" That's what I would imagine.I would look like at that age, but drawn or maybe painted or something maybe animated is a better description."
" *Sigh* who knows?. Well there's no reason to lolligag. Might as well get this over with. I'm not sure exactly when that guy is gonna come back for me. So I better make it quick."
Walking down the hall being schoffered to an office down a dark corridor.
The man escorting me knocks on the door twice. Waits 5 seconds and then proceeds to walk in, leaving me just outside the door.
After less than of minute I hear a come in and just walk in.
Sitting behind a fairly nice, what appears to be mahogany(?) desk. Is a large white male I'm guessing is around 6'2" and at a guess a healthy 205lbs and not in bad shape based on what his fancy suit shows. His hair is black and shiny. Slicked back with what I'm assuming. Is greasy hair product or it could be natural for all I know. Dark brown eyes staring directly at me, he says nothing for a few seconds only to tell me to sit.