I suppose in this blank Space while im being… Overwritten… I’ll talk about a few things off my head here to distract me from the pain. Lets start with.. well, me, I suppose.

  My name is Crème de Menthe, of the de Menthe clan of the planet Yasvogul, a mostly aqueous planet with very few land Spots, mostly inhabited by the Auvantal species. There are some clans, such as the a la Neuvero Clan, which aren’t Auvantal at all, but a neighboring species called the Dauvantal, a divergent species of our own. They are smaller in size, have rounded faces, have brown fur instead of our dark blue, and typically live in the very few areas on land where rivers run through, but have also been known to reside in the Great Sea like us. My brothers’ Wife, a Model on our planet, is one of them.

  I’m worried. But… Not for me. I guess I should rephrase what I meant earlier when I said I was scared for my life. I’m worried for others. If it’s a martial fight, I’m definitely no pushover… My clan practices being able to adeptly and quickly use a halberd even deep underwater without being disrupted by the water currents. The few times I’ve been on land and fought… Well lets just say I was faster and stronger than either of us thought.

  So yes, I am definitely worried for the competition… if only for fighting. UG is so much more than just a fight… there’s roleplaying, in some phases its even a structured mission quest, so brute strength alone wont save me… Which definitely puts some ounce of fear into me. I can only pray that the Heavenly Dragons Halberd, our clans guardian diety, will lead me to victory unerring.

  Oh? The pain is lessening… is it almost done? Its barely a tickle now… I guess… its time to wake up…? I thought to myself, before I heard the chim of the implant ringing in my head.

  Ringaling~ Ringaling~ Time to wake up, Master! The overwriting has been completed!

  As that mechanical voice, reminiscent of the Bang! Companies’ Voice Assistant Pou-Fi, a company originating from my planet, rattled across my head. I groggily opened my eyes, feeling…. Off. My balance was hard to maintain all of a sudden. I could feel how weirdly cold it was here, as well as how strange it was, not feeling the water repellant oil against my body. As I groggily stood up, my eyes made contact with the screen the implant provided, which looked like a mirror this time.

  My eyes constricted with surprise as I satred at the Ancient Terran in front of me. He had my sharp jawline and stocky face and neck. He had hair that was slicked back dark blue strands sticking close to my head, with tinges of cream along the hairline. He didn’t even have a tail for Aurens’ sake! He was some creamy skinned looking guy, with just the slightest tinge of a tan. His eyes… they were like… a pair of faceted, minty green Tourmaline, sparkling as they stared forward to me.

  “Is that… Me? Why do I… why do I look like some kind of Ancient Terran Mob Godfather?” I spluttered out in surprise, stepping back to view my large, barrel chest and streamline muscles on my arms, abdomen, and legs.

  “…Well… They did good on the body, I’ll give them that…” I muttered, admiring myself before realizing something important. “What in the… All my clothes have been torn to shreds!” I cant help but say in despair… That suit had costed me 300 Dimos, enough for a good rent payment in the capitol of the Great Sea… And now, it was shreds on the floor. Then, a strange co.gratulatory sound played in my head from the implant as it started speaking.

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  Bzzt! Congrats, Master! You have successfully changed into your Overwritten form. Until your form is reverted in a later round, you have been given an alias! Your Alias is: Lu Bu! Be sure to show the Flying General great feats of strength!

  “The… Flying General..? Lu Bu?....” I said to myself. Now I’ll admit it… I was never a good study student as a kid, so I never paid attention to the Ancient Terrans lessons. The only thing I retained from them was that only some records remain, including the fact that the Ancient Terrans were the ones who kick-started life across all planets using pieces of their DNA and animals they determined to be perfectly adaptable to a planet. Unfortunately they went completely missing long after, never returning to their home world of … was it Earf? Hearth? No wait, it was definitely Earth, yeah. We never again saw them. But pilgrimages to their home planet has been made, which gave early explorers insights into their history. Its always shocking to see these Ancient Terrans. That’s enough rambling… The Implant is talking again.

  Bzzt! So, Master Lu Bu, you are to only refer to yourself as this name to others until the previously mentioned phase, to prevent pairs of people who may know eachother. Other than that, the genre for phase 1 has been chosen! The genre is… Demon King! The setting is in a feudal society, where life fights for its right to live. The Demon King, played by a randomly chosen player, must attempt to destroy the world, but only after killing all of the Heroes the world has called upon! If the Demon King kills all Heroes, they will immediately move to the 6th phase, where they shall wait for other regions to reach the sixth phase, in which all regions will be brought together into one. If the heroes prevail, they get to move on to the next phase, and the Demon King will perish. The Demon King cannot join hands with any heroes.

  Well… This was quite long for an intro. Its so very strange. I would have thought we would be going straight into a fight round, like the last Games, but instead it’s a roleplaying round…? While sure, being the Demon King could be great, getting to skip 4 rounds if you win, it also comes with an expanded difficulty… There is a ton of competitors in one region alone, especially at the start.

  Bzzt! Master Lu Bu, your role has been chosen…. Your role is… The Bandit King of the West, a recruitable Hero role! Heroes who start out in the Heros’ Party will be given hints as to where to find recruitable Heroes! You will be given a small bandit tribe to help you. Good luck! But first, a word from our Announcer, MC Miguel!

  I watched as the text on the screen disappeared, replaced by a video of MC Miguel in his signature Pink Tuxedo, his three External Gills rubbing against the side of his WaterBreath design Helmet, staring at the camera.

  “Hello, Player. Your role has been chose. You must play this role faithfully. You will be given more information from your implant once you come to on the playing field, you will be expected to play according to the characters personality. Not doing so could result in some debuffs. You will be given multiple pieces of clothing or armor,as well as a starting weapon chosen by your recorded discipline. I wish you luck in this, my dearies! May Auren smile upon you!” The video went black, and the implant spoke once more.

  Initiating Transfer Sequence. User will be temporarily knocked out. Do read my briefing packet provided to you once you come to. Good luck player!

  This time, the world turned black as I was forcefully knocked out.