Isran the Great

Isran groaned as she opened her eyes. She was in her college dorm room. She remembered being happy she got a single room. No one to share it with, no one to bother her. The room was small. The only things that fit were her bed, a small desk, and an even smaller dresser. But it was hers.

Isran was lying on the bed. She sat up slowly, taking note of the peeling paint. The room was dimly lit with no source of light. It had no window and one bulb was broken. Isran ignored the strangeness of it.

Rising unsteadily, she took note of her lack of clothes, the wind brushed against her skin. She had no idea where the wind was coming from.

Her old mirror lay on the floor, broken pieces scattered around.

Isran whistled low at her reflection. The goddesses had gone all out on making her hot. Her blonde almost white hair was short, touching the top of her ears with some strands falling over her eyes. Her lips were plump and rosy. Her features were defined, and as she tilted her head she admired her new jawline.

 She also had a cock. Isran would say she didn’t notice it at first but that would be a lie. It was lying flaccid between her legs and looked big. Isran wouldn’t know, she wasn’t sure what average-size dicks came in.

It was long, the head ending at her mid-thigh and the girth probably the size of her forearm. Well her previous forearm.

Lifting her now very muscular arm she flexed and immediately grinned at the contraction of skin and muscle. She had abs too. Well-defined six packs and firm legs.

She grabbed her new tits, they filled up her hand nicely, soft and perky.

After admiring herself a little longer, Isran walked to her dresser. Her clothes were as she had left them, folded neatly. She tried on a shirt... but it wouldn’t go past her chest.

After some cursing and tossing out a few--now too small shirts--Isran finally found an old baggy black t-shirt. Her bras definitely wouldn’t fit so she grabbed her first aid kit and wrapped her chest to the best of her abilities. The shirt was not a tight fit but was definitely sticking to her body in some places.

Isran hadn’t owned a lot of skirts, and her old pants were definitely too small to fit. Her solution was to wrap a curtain around her waist. She probably looked absolutely ridiculous but that wasn’t her main concern. If she encountered people she didn't want to be arrested for public indecency.

Grabbing the largest of her two duffle bags, Isran approached her door.

Instead of her college hallway, her dorm room opened to a museum exhibit. Or at least that was what Isran decided it was.

The exhibit was of ancient Roman weapons. It was small and dirty, it looked like a very realistic exhibit. Though why it was connected to her dorm room was a very important question.

Isran recalled what Sephia had said. She was in a game-like world. Probably with systems and progression. That probably also meant enemies, harmful enemies that could be hiding anywhere.

Why she was standing in the middle of a museum exhibit was the least of her worries.

Isran picked a rounded tower shield. It was a bit short for her, even for a tower shield. It was also heavy but Isran didn’t let that bother her. The other two types of shield lying in the room, a round shield and one that was shaped like a stretched-out oval, seemed a bit small. In all honesty, Isran didn’t trust her fighting skills and wanted the most protection.

She grabbed a short sword with a round pommel, putting a bow and a quiver of arrows in her duffel bag. She wasn’t sure she could use them but better safe than sorry.

She had to find food and water. Isran wasn’t hungry yet but that wouldn’t last for long. She needed food.

After searching the exhibition and finding nothing else she deemed necessary Isran exited the room through a short wooden door.

Outside the ancient Roman exhibition was a forest, or a jungle Isran wasn’t sure about the difference.

She stepped onto the damp soil wishing she had found some footwear that fit. Moving carefully and slowly, she made her way through the thick vegetation.

After almost an hour of moving around, avoiding rocks and suspicious-looking plants Isran found water.

She wondered if pond water was safe to drink but didn’t dwell on it too much. The weird connected environments made her nervous. She felt out of depth in this unknown place. A fish out of water. Sephia had said it was like a video game world. She wondered if she could have a map.

The water didn’t taste good, there was a faint leafy aftertaste but Isran didn’t dwell on it. After filling up two bottles, she had grabbed from her dorm room, she began to search for food.

If she had had a third bottle to fill, she would have still been bent over and the large green blob that threw itself at her would have probably hit its target.

Isran stumbled back, pulling her shield from the ground and grabbing her sword.

It was a slime. Isran watched the blob bounce in place, rotating till a different part of it was facing her.

A shiver ran down her spine at the ten eyes staring at her, all different colors.

“Fuck.”

Isran didn’t have time to dwell on her new husky voice before the slime launched itself at her again. She grunted as she lifted her shield. The slime hit it with a wet thwack and fell a few feet away.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, thinking about her next move she took a step toward the slime. However before she could do anything, the slime launched itself at her again.

Isran thought about swiping at the monster with her sword but blocked with her shield instead. If she missed she didn’t want to know how much damage the slime would cause.

On the next attack, the monster rolled to her open side and launched itself at her again. The shield was too heavy for her, she wouldn't be able to turn and meet the slime in time, so with no other option Isran swiped at the monster.

Its viscous body slit open and fell away from her, still alive after the attack.

With a little more confidence, Isran followed her swipe attack with a low stab. The slime rolled away. Still as swiftly as before.

When Isran retold her first kill in this mystery world she would say she fought bravely, that she had natural born battle instinct and the slime stood no chance. However that was a lie, she had just been lucky.

While trying to turn to follow up her stab attack with another swipe she tripped on a stone and fell on the slime.

The monster stood no chance against the weight of her body and became slime-paste in an instant.

A light blue screen appeared in Isran’s vision as she was still hissing from the pain of falling.

CONGRATULATIONS

MALEVOLENT SLIME DEFEATED

EXP POINTS AWARDED

 

Isran sat on the moist ground, as surprising as seeing a literal blue screen in front of her had been she had expected something of the sort. She wondered how to dismiss the message.

“Dismiss.” The notification passed and was replaced by another.

 

SPECIFIC CLASS (1) UNLOCKED

SELECT FROM THE AVAILABLE OPTIONS

 

 

KNIGHT OF FALL

YOU HAVE DEFEATED AN ENEMY WITH A CHANCE FALL. THIS CLASS WILL HELP YOU DEFEAT MORE ENEMIES WITH FALLS RANGING FROM GRACEFUL TO  GRACELESS.

 

KNIGHT OF INNOVATION

YOUR TECHNIQUE AND WEAPON MATCHUPS ARE QUITE LACKLUSTER. BUT FROM NOTHING IS BORN EVERYTHING. THIS CLASS WILL HELP YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR INNOVATIVE FIGHTING STYLE

 

LOYAL SOLDIER

YOU WIELD WEAPONS OF SOLDIERS PAST. THIS CLASS WILL HELP YOU PROTECT THOSE YOU PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO.

 

KNIGHT OF GREATNESS

YOU ARE BEING WATCHED BY BEINGS OF HIGHER POWER. THIS CLASS WILL HELP YOU ACHIEVE FEATS OF ONE DESERVING OF THESE BEINGS’ ATTENTION.

 

 

“Huh.”