The Omnipresent Force

The faint gray light of dawn crept through the rattling windowpane, casting long, thin shadows across the room. Elliot stirred, blinking groggily at the wooden beams of the ceiling. For a moment, he forgot where he was, the alien sensations of the room disorienting him. Then it all came flooding back: the square, the sign, the pawnbroker, and the steep price he'd paid for survival.

Sitting up, he ran a hand through his unkempt hair. Despite the relative safety of the small room, he felt vulnerable. This place was strange and unfamiliar, and his only advantage seemed to be the system he'd been gifted.

"Alright," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "Time to figure this out."

Elliot focused, recalling the translucent window he'd seen earlier. "Status," he said aloud, half-expecting nothing to happen.

A moment later, the window materialized, its soft glow illuminating the dim room.

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STATUS

Name: Elliot Graham

Level: 1

Health: 100/100

Stamina: 85/100

Energy: 0/0

Attributes:

 Strength: 5

 Agility: 7

 Endurance: 6

 Intelligence: 8

 Perception: 10

 Luck: 6

Skills:

 [Translate]: Effortlessly interpret, speak, and write in any known language without requiring learning or practice. Passive.

 [Mental Barrier]: Creates an unyielding barrier around the user's consciousness, protecting them from corruption, mental intrusion, or manipulation. The user's mind is safe from the influence of powerful beings and the dangers of forbidden knowledge. Passive (Growth).

Inventory:

 Empty

Quests:

 None

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Elliot smiled as he reread the description of Mental Barrier. The skill was a fortress for his mind, a safeguard against powers he couldn't even fathom yet.

"Well," he muttered, "good to know I've got at least one skill that's not just for talking."

The Energy stat still annoyed him. It sat at a stark zero, and nothing on the status screen explained how to increase it.

He turned to the corner of the room, where a candlestick still burned from the night before. Carefully, he picked it up, its waxy scent faint but comforting. "Let's see if this works," he murmured, opening his inventory.

A translucent grid appeared before him, each square waiting to be filled. He focused on the candlestick and willed it into the inventory. With a faint pop, it disappeared from his hand. The word Burning Candlestick now filled one of the slots in the grid.

"Neat," he said with a small smile. He quickly added the nine pence in his pocket, watching the coins vanish into another slot. With the last of his possessions safely stored, Elliot felt a small sense of relief. At least now, if someone tried to rob him, they'd come up empty-handed.

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Downstairs, the building's lobby was just as dreary as the room he'd rented. A few other lodgers were scattered around mismatched tables, some eating quietly, others sipping from steaming cups. The scent of bread and thin soup lingered in the air, and Elliot's stomach tightened with hunger.

A tired-looking woman stood behind a counter, handing out bowls. She glanced up as he approached, nodding toward the trays of food.

"Part of your stay," she said gruffly. "Take one."

Elliot grabbed a bowl of porridge and a small roll of bread, muttering his thanks. He settled at a table in the corner, eating quickly but savoring every bite. The food wasn't much, but it was warm and filling.

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Out in the foggy streets, Elliot wandered without a clear destination. The city was waking up, its streets alive with vendors hawking wares, workers rushing to jobs, and the occasional sound of children playing in narrow alleys. Despite the noise, a sense of unease lingered in the air, like a shadow just out of sight.

As he passed a narrow alley, a sharp ding echoed in his mind. A new window materialized before him, glowing faintly against the muted backdrop of the street.

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NEW QUEST: A Helping Hand

A child in distress has been spotted nearby. Will you intervene?

Reward: +5 Energy

Failure Penalty: -5 Health

Do you accept this quest?

[ACCEPT] [DECLINE]

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Elliot froze. The system was giving him a choice this time. His first instinct was to decline—getting involved sounded dangerous. But his eyes lingered on the reward: +5 Energy. That was exactly what he needed.

"Damn it," he muttered, peering down the alley.

A group of rough-looking men surrounded a young girl holding a ragged doll.

"C'mon now, girl," one of the men growled. "Hand it over, and no one gets hurt."

The girl shook her head violently, clutching the doll tighter. "It's mine!" she cried, her voice trembling.

Elliot's chest tightened. The quest window blinked, waiting for his choice.

Walk away and stay safe, or risk everything for a chance to gain Energy.

"Fine," he muttered, tapping [ACCEPT].

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QUEST ACCEPTED: A Helping Hand

Assist the child in distress.

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The moment he accepted, a wave of unease washed over him. The tallest man sneered, grabbing the girl by her arm.

Elliot stepped into the alley, his voice louder than he intended. "Hey! Leave her alone."

The men turned, their faces shifting from surprise to amusement. The tallest one smirked. "And who the hell are you?"

Elliot ignored the question, focusing on the girl. "Get behind me," he said firmly, gesturing with his hand.

The leader laughed, drawing a knife from his belt. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But guts won't save you."

Elliot's heart pounded as the man advanced. He had no weapons, no new skills, and no plan. His only advantage was the unyielding fortress of Mental Barrier guarding his mind.

But that wouldn't stop a knife.

The girl clutched his coat, trembling behind him. "Please," she whispered.

The man lunged.