Origin

Avery was sure he had everything ready for the Origin Trials, despite being homeless.

He double checked just to make sure, and sighed out of relief when he was right.

Afterwards, he gazed at the glowing red tattoo on the other side of his forearm which wrote:

<0:59:28>

And it was still decreasing.

<0:59:27>

<0:59:26>

He had roughly an hour left before his life and death struggle will begin. He felt an ominous feeling as the tattoo, changed it's form as seconds passed by.

"You got this, it's what I have been waiting for." Avery hyped himself up, proceeding to do a warm up to make sure he was in top condition, which took about five minutes.

He didn't want to get too tired, otherwise that will be the end of him.

He thought about his past and couldn't help but wryly chuckle.

He was Avery Crimson. At the age of 18, he had everything taken away from him.

His family, his home, and his rights. In a world were people stood above all by strengthening their avatar, the strong ate the weak.

And of course no one will care about a useless boy whose only use was to be Cannon fodder. Even then, Cannon fodder had some of their rights, don't they?

But Avery was a different case, he had nothing. Absolutely nothing—he couldn't boast about anything, show anything, other than the rifle his parents had left behind.

It was currently strapped on him, hanging on his back in a still manner.

Almost every common person would think that a rifle would be more than enough to fend of vile vermin and eventually conquer one.

But that was far from the truth, at most, his rifle could only be used as support and nothing more.

It could do damage, but not outright send a beast to beast heaven.

At most, ten shots, not including precision. But that's where Avery's outstanding perception talent came into play.

He was a monster for a normal human, to use a rifle so accurately.

But since, he was a regular, no one gave a rats ass about him.

He had hoped for the Origin to take him, and it was finally here to hug him in it's warm hands, and he was going to reciprocate with some interest involved.

As he was lost in thought, he didn't realize the timer was close to zero.

So he performed his final stretches. Triple checked his bag, and smiled. Origin allowed anything, as long as in a contact with the user to be transferred alongside.

However, a strict requirement had to be met. It couldn't have any special property, meaning it should not be a magical armament or artifact.

Secondly, there was a strict number of items he could send with him. A total of 7 excluding clothes.

And he chose, his rifle.

A gallon of water, because he wasn't sure whether he would find a water source of he was transported.

Some food, mainly some jerky he 'borrowed' from some unsuspecting delinquents.

A med kit Incase of injuries.

A bag, for storage.

A knife, for skinning any animals he killed.

And the last one was quite surprising. Something which couldn't be explained how someone like him could have gotten.

<10>

<9>

Avery gazed up and looked into the sky.

The voice of the Origin, alerting as seconds passed. He felt a turmoil of emotions.

Fear, excitement, anger and happiness. It all blended together was a weird feeling for him.

He didn't have much time to think, before he lost sensation of his feet. Avery looked down and saw his legs slowly turn into light particles. Looking like stardust that had a nice glow to them.

In a completely decimated, construction site, a figure could be seen glowing in a soft white light.

Avery's body was vanishing, and it only got quicker with each second. It soon reached his neck, and for a second, he was scared—but quickly shook it off.

His pure blonde hair was disappearing, and it soon reached his nose, and his eyes, which were a bright amber colour.

"Let's hope for the best Avatar out there." He said, before a wicked grin appeared on his face. "After all, I do have some unfinished business to take care off."

And in a second, Avery felt his mind go blank. He felt his very soul, being forcefully distorted and his body following the same procedure.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he opened his eyes. He was inwardly amazed.

It was like he was standing above the clouds, were no one could reach him.

"So this is Avatar World." Avery mused, looking at the golden structures before him.

But one thing stood out for him. Usually, people were meant to just explore and find their Avatar, but Avery knew something was wrong.

"This place… it's not like how they described." He became very cautious now.

Because every single survivor mentioned a grassland and other terrains, but none mentioned a place with golden structures.

That was unheard of.

So Avery could make a wild guess and say, "This was abnormal."

But there was nothing he could do but relent and curse his luck. He had studied about the Avatar World to milk out every advantage he could. But now, he was put in a random place with no relation?

"I call bullshit." He growled in a dissatisfied manner.

He quickly shook his head, putting his attention on the current situation.

He was on a path leading to some sort of domain, a golden one. The path was white and eye-catching. Why not follow it?

Avery walked for a while before arriving at the golden domain. Now close, he thought of it as a ring.

"How funny, is this some wrestling match? Oh no, am so scared." He said sarcastically.

<Avery Crimson has stepped into the Golden Ring. Fight till a hundred to reach your prize.>

<Good luck.>

Golden ring? Now what the hell was that? He had never heard of it.

<Level One>

The voice echoed in his mind, and suddenly a figure slowly appeared to his sight.

It was a humanoid figure with no face, it was golden in colour, and looked quite clunky in it's movements, as it made it's way towards him.

It was about 6 feet, about the same as Avery.

Before Avery could even access everything, a golden barrier blocked him from escaping the ring.

The ring was quite big, as large as a stadium.

So in other words, Avery had room to maneuver around. But one thing plagued his mind.

"It says till hundred? So there are a hundred levels in this!?" Avery felt like tearing his hair apart.

Once again, this wasn't what he expected. But what irked him more, was that he walked right into it.

But there was no use fighting over spilled milk. Avery gently laid his rifle on the floor, along with his bag, since he felt it slow him down.

He then grasped the knife he kept in it's sheath, which was hanging on his waist.

His amber eyes locked onto the incoming figure of the golden humanoid, and he roared.

"Come here! Golden bastard!"

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