{Host just calm down for now, I'll answer what I can}
Be it the previous world or this one, Blake was certainly good at one perticular thing, adapting. That's why when he first woke up or got kidnapped he never lost hope. But everything has it's limits
Blake heeded it's advice and took a moment to calm down.
(So tell me who is he? Why did he Bring me here?)
{Host, you currently lack the required grade to know about him. Also he didn't bring you here}
(What do you mean?! Just tell me already who he is!) Blake was furious.
{Please understand host it's for your own safety that you don't interact with him}
Tsk* Blake clicked his tongue frustrated
(So what is this grade thing? How do I increase it?)
{Host the grade is the indicator for you progress in power level. With higher power you can unlock more privileges of the system}
(What grade am I at? And what grade do I need to be to meet him?)
{Host is currently in grade 2. You'll need to be atleast garde 6 or above to access the information.}
(So what about my missing memories? Did he do that to?)
{Apologies host, but I don't have any information about that}
Sigh*
(...Then tell me more about this world)
{Apologies host, but I don't have any current information about that either, the information I have about this world might be centuries old and not upto date}
(...) Blake was absolutely speechless
(Then can you make me stronger?)
{No host, I cannot magically make you the strongest being overnight. It's your hard work that will determine how strong you become}
(...So basically what you are saying is you are useless)
{I'm just a support system host. I was just meant to monitor you and ensure your safety. My privileges are also tied to your personal growth.The more power you have the more features I unlock as well}
(Hah... What did I even get myself into. I've no lead to what to do next)
(So what's the deal with me not having any mana? Does it mean I cannot use magic like those cloaked figures?)
{Yes and no host. Due to no amount of mana in your body you cannot use animated spells}
{But you can definitely use pre-activated scrolls and magi-items. Psychic-magic is also an option, though I cannot confirm if you would be able to utilise it's full potential without mana}
(So it's either psychic magic or physically becoming stronger. Guess there is no easy way for me. Wish I had one of those cheat systems who knows how to serve their host)
{Don't be down host there might be some other ways humans might have developed to use magic without mana in recent times when I was dormant}
(...)
(Do you atleast have a status window?)
A holographic window popped up in front of him
HOST : BLAKE
TITLE : (NONE)
STR : 7 (8) AGL : 3 (5)
DEX: 5 STA : 3 (4)
MANA : 0 INT : 5
TRAITS : [OBESE (lvl 2)]
[CALM MIND(lvl1)]
[OTHER WORLDER]
ABILITIES : [NIL]
Unique : ???
[OBESE(lvl 2)] : High amount of body fat. Decreases STR, AGL and STR. Slightly increased endurance.
[CALM MIND(lvl 1)] : 10% chance of immunity to mind related debuffs. Keeps mind focused even in chaotic moments.
[OTHER WORLDER] : Not originally from this world.
(Wow, it's just like a status window from a game)
{It is designed to match host's understanding and preferences}
(...)
( So! You are reading my mind!)
{Negative. Host, I was designed to as such to take the form my host finds most helpful. It is you who perceives me as such}
(...I'm not going to argue what I don't understand yet)
(So do you have the exp level up function?)
{No host, as I told you I'm just a support system. You can level up through hard work.
I'll cheering for you host~ :D}
(You useless piece of-)
Knock* knock*
"Excuse me !" Someone knocked on the door.
"Yes I'm here!" Blake answered softly hiding his bubbling anger.
A young lady in maid's uniform walked in holding a tray.
"The priest sent some medicines, here" the maid handed a bowl filled with dark green liquid, some tablets and a glass of water.
(Hey system, is there anything wrong with it?)
{No host everything is fine, you can drink it}
Though the green liquid smelled awful and looked unappetising, Blake finished it in one gulp. It tasted way worse than it looked. But as they say the bitter the medicine, the better.
"Also the first lady asked you to visit her when you feel comfortable"
"...Laurel?"
The maid looked a bit surprised as Blake unconsciously uttered her name. Well considering nobody called nobels by their first name or without title it was a shock for her. But to Blake a modern day youth it wasn't anything new.
"...Yes" the maid answered, flustered
"Ok, I will go meet her now. Where can I find her?"
"Right now?"
"Is there a problem?" He asked confused
"There is no problem, but she is in the training grounds. You might not get a chance to talk..."
"Well I was feeling bored anyway. Can you tell me where the training ground is?"
"Yes allow me to escort you"
Blake followed the maid through a large hallway filled with expensive looking decorations, paintings and vases. Large doors leading to different rooms. Guards petrolling every few steps.
After walking a couple of minutes they finally reached an open door large open area visible from on the other side.
"We have arrived. You can go inside. I'll waiting here, please call me if you need anything"
"Ok, thankyou" Blake then headed inside
Clang- Clang-
"Is that all you got?! Haven't you had breakfast today? Put more force behind it!" A sharp female voice scolded.
The blue haired girl, Laurel now in casual training attire was exchanging sword strikes with three knight in leather plated armour. More like she was overpowering them single handedly.
The training ground rang with steel. Three knights circled around her, their blades flashing in the sunlight.
The first one lunged at her. She met him with a sharp parry, the clash echoing like a bell, then turned his blade aside with a twist that nearly slipped it from his hands. Before he could recover, her boot struck his chest, driving him back across the ground.
The second and third charged together, swords slashing high and low. She moved like a storm. Steel struck against steel as she pivoted, her sword flashing sparks from their parries. A sudden low spin kick knocked one of them off balance, her blade hammered his guard aside, while her free left hand shoved him in the gut leaving him sprawling in pain.
The last knight desperate, pressed on, heavy but clumsy strikes. She pushed forward with relentless precision, each swing faster and stronger untill his guard gave out. With a final step inside his guard she stuck his sword off his hands, then lifted hers---pointing directly at the knight's face a few inches gap inbetween.
With that the winner was decided.