A Person with Morals gets Transported to Another World [LitRPG] [Satire]

I wasn’t sure if it was an aspect of my Mind, but my dreams were far more vivid lately. For example, in the dream I was currently having, I could see precise details in the killer wasps that were chasing me. In the past, my dreams had a blurry quality to them, but this one felt realer than reality.

“Are you alright, kid?” I was awoken from my slumber by a gentle voice.

My fuzzy eyes slowly focused on a person in front of me. I was still tied to the chair, but morning had come. The source of the gentle voice was a young man with a sweet expression. “Good morning,” I said.

He chuckled to himself. “Good morning.” He pointed to my bindings and asked, “Do you need some help?”

I nodded, and he gently untied me from the chair. I got up and stretched. Surprisingly my body was not sore, and it felt as refreshed as if I had slept in a bed. “Thank you,” I said to the kind man.

He gave me a lovely smile and said, “There’s no need to thank me. I only helped you so I could get on your good side.”

That remark gave me pause for thought. I had no idea who this person was, so it was confusing why they wanted to curry favour with me. “Do you need something from me?” I asked.

He helped collect my belongings and returned them to me. He gave me a thumbs up and said, “Nope.”

That confused me further. “Then why do you want to get on my good side?” I said. If it was for money, this person was going to be sorely disappointed.

Leaning against a table, he said, “You’re quite famous, you know? You won Sports Day, you’re an outed otherworlder, you use some unknown arts when fighting, you’re terrible at debates, and rumour has it that you’re a Class-A criminal.” He hiked his butt onto the table and used it as a chair. “I want to act nice to your face, to earn your trust. Then my popularity will rise once people know that we’re friends, but then at the peak of my newfound fame, I’ll backstab you. I’ll trick you into doing something that makes you look bad and me look good.”

I stared at the young man, dumfounded. “How are you planning to gain my trust when you’ve just told me that you’re going to betray me?” I asked and expected a sensible answer.

The young man acted as if I had just thrown a spanner into the works. He put his hands on his head and groaned. “Oh my goodness… I always do this.” He started hitting his head with his palms. “I concoct the perfect plan and somehow some unforeseeable event ruins it.”

I held up my hand and said, “For the record, the plan wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t an unforeseeable event that ruined it. Your own stupidity did.”

He got up and started walking away. As he left, he said, “Sometimes you just get unlucky. There was nothing I could do.”

I said, loud enough for him to hear, “It wasn’t poor luck. You were the problem. In fact, I’m willing to bet you’re the problem in every plan you make.”

My words didn’t seem to get through to him. I was left alone in the silent clubroom, wondering what had just happened. I memorised his face and details just in case. The young man was named Uckfield, and he was level 60. I was astonished that at such an advanced level, he had barely any sense to him.

With that strangeness out of the way, I went on to the next part of my plan: a visit to the library.

It was early morning, but as I travelled through the school’s halls, I noticed the place to still be quite busy. People were setting up events and stalls. There was probably another Sports Day happening for under 61s or something. It was no business of mine. Though, it was possible for me to compete, since I was under the aforementioned level.

I didn’t fancy my chances though. Trying to win contests against people at level 60 would be near impossible. It was a fool’s errand. And there was too much on my plate already.

I snagged some breakfast from a food stall on the way to the library. While walking, I was congratulated by a surprising number of people for my win yesterday. They even went so far as to offer me discounts on their goods.

It was obvious that I had made quite a name for myself with that victory. Though, it was regrettable that no one seemed to care about the proclamation I made after winning.

When I arrived at the library, I was happy to see it wasn’t busy. There were only a few students studying. Most were out enjoying or preparing for the upcoming festivity.

With a deep breath, I intook the smell of stale air and old books. I estimated that it would now take only around 5 seconds for me to read a book since my Mind was improved. Therefore, I planned to read everything in here.

I approached the half-sheep librarian and asked, “How many books are in this place?”

She shrugged and said, “Probably over a million.”

I quickly calculated in my head that if I could read each book in 5 seconds, that would be 5 million seconds spent reading them all, and that would be the equivalent of 60 days with no sleep.

Just like Uckfield, my plan to read all the books was cancelled due to an unforeseeable event.

Though perhaps cancelled was the wrong word. My plan was altered. I would instead read all the books that had useful information for me. There was no need for me to read about history, fiction, science or other such subjects.

There would definitely be helpful information somewhere in those categories, but I hadn’t the time to spare looking through them all.

Instead, I focused my attention on directly useful topics.

The very first thing I sought out was an up-to-date atlas. I gave it a read through and learned about each and every country, including the kingdoms of humans and monsters and half-humans, and including individual cities and towns and other landmarks within them all.

In mere moments, I had the whole world mapped in my head, and all it took was a few seconds spent on a few books.

I opened up the map menu of my System, and I was surprised to see that all my knowledge had been mapped out. Every single piece of information within the books was shown on the map menu. It was a pleasant surprise, but it made me wonder if there was any significance left to the viewpoints.

Now that I had learned of every known location, I moved onto the next knowledge-hole that needed to be filled.

I collected every book that concerned itself with the System, excluding philosophical ones that pondered its origins. I only picked out books that gave hard facts, and I also was lucky enough to find some autobiographies from people that invested into Mind.

Flipping through the books, I learned a great deal and also cemented a lot of the information I already knew.

For example, the books explained that each person’s System was uniquely tailored to them. I realised as much when I was given a slot machine as my level-up game. However, it also went on to say that as a person changes, so too does their System. If a person were to acquire a skill that turned them into a half-human, their System would turn yellow.

That reminded me of how my System turned red.

In all of the books I read, there was no mention of a Villain title or a red System. There was also no mention of the Hero title or a blue System. It made me wonder if heroes were a relatively new phenomenon, or just not well documented.

There was also no mention of negative XP. I had been told before that it was impossible for people to lose XP. That was something unique to heroes.

Some of my titles and skills were documented, but others not. There was a huge list of known titles and skills, but it was estimated that there was vastly more that was unknown.

Much debate and theory went into calculating whether it was better to invest into Body or Soul. Of course, Mind was only mentioned as a stat that should never be increased.

I took a look at the autobiographies to see if firsthand experience was any different.

An excerpt from one book was, ‘Now that my life is drawing close to an end, I have no regrets, besides investing into Mind. If only I hadn’t put points into such a worthless stat.’

Another book read, ‘I wanted to be different and special, so I put points into Mind, hoping it would set me apart from other people. Well, it did set me apart. It worked so well that I have no friends, no lover, and no job. With every breath I curse my choice to take Mind.”

‘After spending 50 points into Mind, I decided to spend 2 into Body. Those 2 points were worth more than the 50. I write this to warn others. If you are investing into Mind, hastily choose another stat. Forsake all the points you have spent so far.’

‘For years people have wondered, if Body increases HP, and Soul increases MP, then what does Mind increase? I have found the answer. It increases one’s social isolation.’

‘I put all my points into Mind because Barry the Baker said that increasing his Mind made him a world-class baker. In a recent interview, he said that he was just joking. I wish to perish.’

‘Mind sucks.’

Normally, a person would be disheartened upon reading so much disparaging text, but I was not. I knew this was the consensus and it was probably that way for a reason. I was an outlier among Mind users for doing so well so far. However, I could see a plateau approaching.

Increasing my Mind wouldn’t help with combat much more, and it was becoming clear that battle strength was a necessity. I needed more power. It wasn’t optional.

The next books I read were encyclopaedias on monsters and half-humans. I wanted to learn everything that was known about these foreign creatures that didn’t exist on Earth. There was so much knowledge on the topic. Each type of monster had dozens of pages dedicated to things like their battle strategies, weaknesses, habits, etc.

Of course, the almighty slime had no weaknesses. Well, no weaknesses apart from fire, ice, lightning, wind, poison, light magic, dark magic, blunt damage, slashing damage, certain metals, and salt. Apart from all those, they were immortal. I was lucky to escape one with my life.

In all the knowledge of monsters, there was hardly anything said about the languages they spoke. I supposed that no one really cared to speak with the enemy.