Chapter 1 - 1 New City? New World? (1/2)
I awoke to the loud sound of police sirens echoing constantly out my window.
My eyes flickered in the loud dusk. The unmistakable high-pitched ringing caused me to go wide eyed and sit up, as the sound of blaring cars and flashing lights streaked down the street. An armored car drove in front of the police vehicle, shooting back at the approaching police officers.
”Hmm? This isn't my apartment.... where I am?”, I noted the lack of any decor I once had in my bedroom, which was replaced by countless works of graffiti and an even larger number of broken glass and syringes.
I clutched my head as multiple images flashed through my mind. Experiences and feelings, from fourteen distinct places flashed through my mind which would have overloaded a normal persons psyche.
Memories of my past, living with my family and going to school like a normal boy. Hanging around with my friends and taking the piss with them at parties and other shit like that. Stuff that was considered mundane, and normal in the eyes of many.
But then came the other memories. Actions and emotions I knew that I had never experienced before, but I somehow just knew that they weren't any less fake than my mundane experiences.
Severing the sky, the materialization of mankind's true nature.... slaying gods and demons alike, being blessed and cursed with immortality.... a warrior unlike any other, completing tasks deemed impossible, becoming a god in the process.... a near invincible man, who was blessed in life and blessed in death.... a woman whose only sin was loving a man whom she was slowly killing, her body a vessel for the sun.....
A ”King” whose ability to kill was unmatched, he walked between the boundary of life and death, executing justice to those who stray from the path..... a primordial being created from clay, a time before reason and humanity, his best friend also a ”King”..... an Emperor that sough out the secrets to immortality, the man who forged a Dynasty..... A Demon King from the Sixth Heaven, the path to enlightenment blocked by her rage....
Seven Rings that Covered the Fiery Heavens, a man who blocked blows from legends..... a distortion in the world and its history, being granted the power of Alaya as a result..... A man, no, an embodiment of the Bodhisattva, who saved many from the abyss.... the final human in a world of gods and devils, a single fake smile plastered on his lips....
A small trail of blood leaked out of my nose. My vision grew distorted and my hearing fuzzy as the memories came on faster, and much more intense then before.
”W-what? What is this!? Who am I?”.
The foreign experiences overwrote some of the past experiences. Things such as dates and names, people and places slowly faded from the twenty year olds mind, and an untold number of knowledge and wisdom engraved itself in his mind.
Stories and myths long forgotten by humanity, heroes and kings of old whose power toppled over mountains ans severed the seas. Their power killed divine beings and other heroes alike.
It was an Age of Gods. An Age of Strength. An Age of Heroes.
Thirteen names flashed through the young man's mind.
”Saber.... Lancer.... Archer.... Rider..... Caster..... Assassin..... Berserker..... Ruler..... Avenger..... Shielder..... Alter Ego..... Saver..... Gunner..... are these, Class Cards?”.
He let out a deep meaningful breath.
”These Class Cards..... was it ”him” who gave them to me?”, he muttered.