A/N: There are three types of text formatting used to mean different things.
*Italics like this serve as descriptions for actions towards the viewers or as noises*
Normal text like this is for in character descriptions, single 'with words inside' are the character thinking to themselves when they aren't deliberately describing the scene or speaking to other characters
Bold, like this, if for Auther Notes and for God-like beings to speak
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Aoi POV:
Finally! It's here, the Full dive experience I'd been waiting since my reincarnation to play!
Infinite Dendrogram!
Yes, my good eldritch being, you heard that right I am a reinarnator. Name's Aoi Shimura, it's a pleasure to meet'ya!
So... I guess I should probably start from the beginning, right?
*Jazz Hands*
So there I was, a high-schooler, living life as life was to be lived, school, hanging out, vide games, studying and manga, manhua, manghua or anime. Each and everyone of them a part of the daily life of an immortal king... Just kidding 😜
So there I was, on a day like any other, appreciating the idea of full-dive RPGs which I hoped would come out during my lifetime, as would and other man of culture, when suddenly truck-kun, lord of isekais, master of reincarnation and transmigration, decides to show up, crash into me, and somehow not kill me. I'm flung pretty hard, but somehow survive the impact onto asphalt, all of that, before some crazy fucker just up and turns to me and stabs me in the gut, takes my wallet, and runs away.
While this is all happening I'm completely stunned, and understandably so, as my life slowly came to an end, bleeding-out from my gut onto the street, with screaming passersby all around.
Then I showed up in a white room...
Flasback POV:
'Where am I?' I look around at the bright white expanse, until, all of a sudden...
"Congrats! You're dead!"
"Because you were mundane in your life you have 1000 positive karma when making choices for reincarnation, without counting the cost for your memories, wee'll throw that in for free!"
"The consumption of karma will be represented by a bar at the bottom of the projection, which will also fully list the entirety of requested wishes. Any wishes that defy the natural order of things will have a greater cost, as will requesting to be part of or a direct descendent of a god race."
"Cool!"
"I'd like to be reincarnated into the world of Infinite Dendrogram 1 year before the MC."
5%
"I'd like to be able co create a custom race class through a contest, and have a superior version that'll give me all possible benefits of the class as well as the Lich benefits"
25%
"I'd like to have all of the benefits of my in-game character be transferred to my real life self, as well as being able to grant that and take that away from a select few"
99.9%
"Using that last karma point I'd like my mental abilities to be boosted to the maximim possible that that would allow, with potential growth"
"Acquired Base Character skill: Mental Boost- Minor (Increases MP growth slightly, as well as perception speed and MP regeneration)"
100%
"You will now be transported to your new world, have fun!"
POV Flashback 2
I don't think that the system liked me abusing the last karma point...
I had been reincarnated into a rather poor household, my father was barely home, my mother had died in childbirth having me. When he came home... well it's best not to say. All i'll tell you is that by age 8 I had enough scarring on my body (always in someplace hidden from view) that it would make a veteran cringe. Glass fragments painstakingly removed, bruises nursed to health almost entirely through determination. I had done martial arts in my old life, but the constant beatings and body of a child had taken away any conditioning that might remain. Only fury and fear were left. I wasn't an idiot of course, my past life's memories and my final wish made sure of that, and as a result I didn't run away to die in the streets.
It wasn't too long after that I found a place that was some kind of respite. An old dojo, hidden away in the underbelly of the city, where a lone old man did his katas and swept the floor. A burning desire to escape my fate filled me, and I asked the old man to teach me. He refused. I asked again, and again. Each time he refused me, and as this went on for months I soon turned nine and the man finally relented.
I spent the next 5 years learning from the man, we built a bond, one that should have been what I would have with my fat... with that man. He taught me every day, we began with physical conditioning and then technique. A mix of many different martial arts, Krav Maga, Karate, Sambo, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Muay-Thai and even Line. It turns out that the old man had been a soldier, back in the day, and that once the war ended he searched for the thrill of battle in hand-to-hand combat. When that didn't work he turned to weapon arts, such as Kendo, Kobudo, Krabi–krabong and Pekiti-Tirsia Kali. Although those didn't satisfy him either. Once he realised that he couldn't find what he was looking for he returned to Japan and settled down in his old age, setting up a Dojo in the only place he had money to afford. Where he would teach techniques which blended the best parts of every martial art, and in which he taught a mix of weapon arts. He dubbed these arts Karada wa Kengeki, signifying that the body is a weapon, and that the weapons are an extension of the body.
Those 5 years ended with my master's passing, and the end of my training in a final duel which I had won. As soon as the duel ended, his body gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor, dead within minutes, the ambulance taking too long to arrive.
The subsequent interrogations from the police lasted hours and by the time I'd finally gotten home that man was already there, in his drunken rage, waiting for me.