Chapter 3 The voice inside

Words : 1283 Updated : Apr 30th, 2025
[15 years later] "Your football skills may be average but damn do you have crazy stamina. Do you even get tired?" I look towards my senpai, who is taking huge breaths while he is bending down. He is the captain of the football team. He is tall, well-built, and has curly brown hair. I respond to his statement with a smile. "It would take more than just running around to get me tired," I say with some sweat rolling down my neck. The whole thing just feels like a good warm-up to me, while my senpai`s condition is similar to that of a fish trying to breathe air. You're a monster," he says, collapsing on the ground with a limp body. I ignored his comment and said, "If that`s all, I will be heading home." I use my shirt to wipe my sweaty face, and then I look around to see the few girls who are taking the chance to look at my naked torso. But they quickly remove their eyes when I look around. We are currently at my school football field, and there are quite a lot of people around. Most of us present are members of the football club, while some are here to simply train or to watch. "Sure. Not like you needed the training anyway," he says with a wave of his hand whilst his back is on the ground. He has decided to lie down on the grassy field instead of standing. "Then see you on Monday," I say. My senpai gives me a thumbs up, and I leave the field. I go to the locker room and take a bottle of cold water from the insulated container and fully finish the contents. Throwing away the plastic bottle, I look around the small and messy locker room, which smells of a man's sweat. I quickly find my locker and go there to change my clothes. My body finally cooled down, and I took off my jersey and changed into my school uniform. While I am changing, I call out in a low whisper... "Status." [Status :- Name : Yuito Fujita HP : 100 Race : Human Title : [The Prodigy] [The Gentleman] [Martial Artist] [Samurai] [Man of steel] [Mommy`s boy] [The strong willed] [Gym rat] [The lone wolf] [Simp] [The man of the house] [Investor] [The polite pervert] [Virgin] [Reader] [A handsome man] [The nice guy] [Breathing Master.] ------------------------ Stat:- Charm : 21 (Your stare makes them wet.) Vitality : 18 (You can digest food poisoning) Endurance 24 (You take David Googin's soul) Strength : 21 (Can I clean here?) Agility : 28 (Usain Bolt is slow) Intelligence: 17 (Can we talk about the political and economic state of the world?) ----------------------- Skills:- [Boxing: Master] [Karate : Intermediate] [Wrestling: Master] [Muay Thai Advanced] [Kenjutsu: Master] [Shooting (Gun) Intermediate] [Football: Novice] [Guitar Advanced] [Powerlifting: Intermediate [Breathing technique: Master.] [Close] I smile when I see my status. I have worked extremely hard to achieve my current status, and I can`t help but swell up my chest in pride. During the years, I have learnt that what I have is not really a system but merely a status window. It did nothing to help me improve my stats, and even the skills I grew through blood and sweat. I also learned that the average stat is 10 points. I don`t have a way to observe the stats of others, but I came to know this when I reached 10 points in each stat. I realize then that I was as strong, as fast, et,c as the average man. The only cheat that I seem to have is that I have no stat limitation. If I put in enough work, I can potentially reach superhuman. Even now, my physical feats border on superhuman. Especially my agility. It is not official, but I am faster than the fastest runner in the world. When I know this, I instantly recognize the path I want to follow. I am going to be a world champion fighter or an accomplished athlete. I favor the former, though. My physical advantage was too much to ignore. So I was determined to make sure to squeeze that advantage. I dedicated every waking hour to training, honing my skills, and pushing my limits. Each sprint, each punch, and each moment spent perfecting my technique brought me closer to my goal. With every drop of sweat, I envisioned myself standing atop the podium, the cheers of the crowd echoing in my ears, knowing that my hard work and relentless spirit had finally paid off. Also, in my past life a fighter. I was not trying to be a world champion or anything, but combat always interests me. I have won many national competitions in this aspect. Making a name for myself in the world of combat sports as a rising star. My titles are earned through accomplishing something or displaying certain traits. My title [Prodigy] was earned when I always got the highest mark, and when I quickly picked up martial arts way faster than the others. My titles do not do anything except just being there to make me cool or to embarrass me. My skills also have to be earned. I have a plethora of skills ranging from cooking, cleaning, singing, and jerking off etc. It is so much that I have to stop displaying useless skills like 'Eatin,g', etc., from the status window. The smile won`t leave my face as I continued looking at my status window. As promised, I did not waste my opportunity and worked as hard couldIcouldn. Winning sports competitions at the national level and investing my winning money in business and companies, etc., I have accomplished many things in this life, and I am just getting started. I even have a hot girlfriend!!! Something I can only wish for him in my previous life. The world I am in is normal from what I have seen so far, without any supernatural or magical element, but that did not bother me one bit. I am going to have a fulfilling life. No matter what!!' That is kind of disappointing coming from my main character.} I widen my eyes and look around the small locker room. No one is in here, but I swear I heard a voice. 'Am I hearing things?' {Yes, you are hearing me.} Again. The same voice. It's inside my head. There is a voice inside my head!!! "Hello?" I greet the voice inside my head. I do not know if it can hear my thoughts, so I spoke up. {Sup.} The voice sounds like a young man. That fact makes me suspect that the voice may be my system or something disappearing. From what I know, ow systems are supposed to sound robotic until I choose their gender. Right? You read too many fanfics.} Fuck. It can hear my thoughts. Is this world not a normal one as I first believed? Then I wonder how fucked I am considering I am barely superhuman level. Let's rewind and think back on what he has said. He said 'That is kind of disappointing coming from my main character.' What does that mean exactly? The main character? Am I the main character of some fanfiction or something? {Exactly.} I freeze. "Who are you?" I nearly scream. { a'mlad you asked.} The voice paused, leaving me in anticipation of his next words. My mind ran faster than er, and my heartbeat came to a halt. I held my breath. I don`t know if I should be scared. {Well, my dear Yuito. I am the Author.}

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