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Before Stiletto's eyes stretched a vast mass of humans.
Looking down on the horde from above, he saw two distinct forces arranged across a desolate plain, each side steadily advancing toward the other.
Thunderous cries tore through the air, a collision of human voices and the howls of mythical creatures, shaking the earth beneath them.
Upon closer inspection, a stark difference emerged between the two armies.
On the right stood a multitude of humanoid beings, varied wildly in size and form. Some were short while others towered above the rest. Some bore green skin, some carried the blended traits of beast and human, and others possessed dark complexions with sharply pointed ears.
These figures before him matched the names that those back on Earth, including Stiletto, would have called them: dwarves, giants, goblins, beast-kin—or furries— and dark elves.
The forces on the left were, for the most part, simply humans. Yet, sprinkled among the millions were members of the opposing species, each marked by a collar around their necks as they fought alongside the human ranks.
Of course, the same held true on the other side—enslaved humans fighting among the fantastical beings—but to a much lesser degree.
Both sides appeared evenly matched in number and strength, perhaps with the mythical forces holding a slight advantage...
However, when Stiletto laid his eyes upon it, a shiver ran through him, and he immediately changed his mind.
Looming far in the distance above the human forces, a large dot was seen suspended in air. The strange speck seemed to be closing in with tremendous speed—then accelerated further, closing the gap with startling swiftness—until it swept directly above the frontlines.
A dragon.
A grand, unmistakably powerful dragon.
The mixed-race forces had their own dragons—or so it seemed at first—but they were incomparably smaller, so diminished in scale that they might as well have belonged to an entirely different species.
In fact, the moment he saw the great beast, Stiletto was certain that the smaller creatures must have been wyverns.
No number of those things could ever rival that monstrosity, he was sure of it.
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Suddenly, the scene changed—replacing the visual of the soon-to-be gruesome battle with a cozy yet still hectic environment.
Humans bustled within the warm tent, moving with practiced precision as they prepared their stations. Each person wore a nurse's uniform of sorts, checking supplies and equipment with stern, focused expressions.
From the looks of it, Stiletto was observing the interior of a battlefield infirmary—where wounded warriors would soon be brought for treatment.
A plethora of cots filled the tent, all of them empty—except for one.
Suddenly, a sharp screech pierced the tensive air:
"AHHHHHHH! OH, GODS! OH, OHHHH, AHHHHH!"
"Lady Valerie, just hold on a bit longer! You got this—keep biting down hard on that towel! Ready?! Okay. Three, two, one... PUSH!"
Snapping his head toward the commotion, Stiletto spotted three nurses clustered around a single cot.
Laid out on the table, writhing in agony, was a woman who appeared to be in her mid-to-late thirties. Her long, flowing purple hair spilled beneath her, a striking contrast to her pale skin. Her eyes were a deep, vivid red, framed by a finely shaped nose and well-formed lips. Her figure was extremely supple and easy to look at.
With a fierce look in her eye, she managed to speak between contractions:
"This... hurts. Like... bad. Is something... wrong?!"
"It's nothing the skilled mages on deck can't handle, my Lady."
"Please, Mya... don't be formal with me. I've told you... many times that I've... long cast that title aside..."
Her back suddenly arched as she let out a blood-curdling scream.
Catching her breath, she returned her gaze to the nurse.
"Speaking.... of... AHHHHH! Where.... is Daeron?!"
Mya's comforting, optimistic expression wavered as a frown formed.
"Soldier Daeron chose to assist at the front-lines..."
"WHAT?! I told h— OH FUCK! ... I told him to... stay."
"I'm sorry, my La— ahem! Valerie... I tried to stop him, but h—"
Before she could finish her sentence, the woman on the cot screamed again.
Stiletto, who had been watching—albeit not fully, as the sight made him queasy—suddenly felt a sharp tug deep within his soul.
His eyes widened as a vacuum-like force erupted from the woman's stomach, pulling at him with startling strength.
Before he could react, the world went dark...
And a muffled voice echoed near him, close enough to feel but blurred as if heard through flesh.
"Oh my gods! Valerie, the baby is crowning. PUSH PUSH PUSH! You are almost there!"
'What... what the hell is going on...'
A great flash of light suddenly assaulted his vision.
Mere moments later, he felt himself be lifted up and placed gently against the woman's bare chest. Her large breasts and pert nipples glared at him.
Bewildered, he stared up at her—a face washed with exhaustion yet overflowing with adoration—as another nurse spoke warmly beside them.
"Congratulations, your child was born as a healthy boy! And by the looks of it, he's already a little charmer... just like his mama!"
'Oh, fuck no... am I a baby?!'
Just as the thought formed in Stiletto's mind—abruptly, the world sped up at an incredible pace. Visions spewed across his consciousness, each one splashing like paint onto a canvas, bringing the picture closer to completion with every stroke.
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A large man clad in armor—face smeared in blood—lifting his small blade high before bringing it down on a particularly enormous giant.
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That same man, striding into a grand castle with a proud expression.
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A large, horse-drawn carriage rumbling up to a sprawling estate. Stepping out of it was that same man...
Accompanied by an elegant woman with purple hair and red eyes, cradling a child no older than a year. Two young men followed close behind—both in their twenties, each bearing features similar to the man and woman.
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The young child slowly growing up, possessing the same hair color and striking red eyes of his mother.
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The child's fourth birthday, and the announcement of his soon-to-arrive siblings... twins.
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A family. Husband and wife, with five children gathered around the family dining table. Two men now in their thirties, the middle-child fourteen, and the twins—a boy and a girl—ten years old. The atmosphere was warm, happy and comfortable.
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Four years later, the woman lying in the bed, sweat coating her entire body as she struggled for each strained breath. Her once vibrant, life-filled eyes had grown sunken, and her formerly supple body was wasting away, her bones showing more starkly with each passing day.
Then... nothing.
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Stiletto slowly rose in his bed, gripping his head firmly as he winced.
'Ahhhh, goddamnit.... it feels like someone cracked open my skull and shoved a library's worth of information inside... fuck.'
Looking around at the luxurious, undeniably grand room, a spark of excitement lit in his eyes, and a slow smirk curved his lips.
'But hey... at least I didn't have to navigate this world as a infant. Those tropes are kind of creepy anyway...'
Since the world so graciously decided to give him his background all at once, all he needed now was a moment for the fragments to settle and make sense.
And with that in mind, he shifted his attention to the thing he was most excited for:
"Display system!"