Lydia stands on the edge of a 100-meter-high apartment block.
"Im sick of this shit! " She yells, weeping.
She wipes her tears with her hand and takes deep breaths, the wind pushing her long , brown hair into her face. She doesn't even move it away. After all, it doesn't matter, there is nothing left to see, only to do. Lydia is afraid of heights, but her fear and disgust of living further is an ever expanding void that does not stop at a measly fork in the road, it devours everything in its' path. She has been enduring for years, and now it has devoured her completely.
She takes a step with her left leg and starts falling to her death. Her life flashes before her. The man who raped her. Her boyfriend who made her quit her job and manipulated her. Her mom's words that made her have nightmares. Only a moment passes before she starts panicking in the middle of the fall, but it is short-lived. She starts screaming but it's too late. The people on the street see a horrifying view. A body splattered along the pavement like a human pancake. The people near it start screaming in shock.
Moments pass. Everything is black.
She opens her eyes, taking a quick breath by reflex.
"Congratulations! You have been chosen for godhood! Choose one of these races" Eachoes through the white space she now occupies. The floor looks like a white, wooden board, floating in an endless, colorless void.
"Huh? What is this? I must have really died... Is this heaven???? I didn't imagine it like this." She asks a rhetorical question.
She notices an old looking, almost crumbling stone table, with documents scattered on top of it.
Lydia walks up to the table. There is no chair to sit on.She starts looking through the documents. The first document has a picture of a woman with bird wings and legs titled: The harpy
She reads the document. She sees the following:
Harpies are the winged humanoids mostly living in the mountains. They predate humans as one of the oldest races in Elswayn. Harpies are born from an egg that a female harpy lays after intercourse.They have no arms in their unevolved form and as such are not suited for archery. Their sharp claws make serve as natural blades, making anyone fighting them unarmed unfortunate.Their repoductive potential is medium. They have two evolutions.
Innate proficiencies and bonuses:
-basic air magic
-has the ability to fly
She flips through the other documents.There are also elves, goblins, imps, sprites, humans, vampires, giants.
"So many choices!" Lydia shouts.
She reads further
The vampire
Vampires are a relatively new race, the first vampire being The fallen goddess of death, Ersha, who gave up her godhood in exchange for the revival or a human she loved, a feat even she couldn't do.
They have superhuman strength and speed but take damage from sunlight. Their reproduction potential is low, since it involves the humanoid drinking vampire blood in large quantities, and even then, it has a 60% chance of poisoning the person drinking the blood to death instead of turning them into a vampire. They feast on blood to sustain themselves.They have no evolutions.
She reads further.
The imp
A frail race of small stature. The imps possess a high reproduction potential and a strong resistance(60%) to fire, but no magic or archery bonuses. They are the race with the most evolution possibilities.
She reads further.
The human: The white bread of all races. The humans posses average constitution, and a love for rules and order. They worship me, the godess of the system. Their reproductive potential is the second highest of all races, but they have no innate magic or archery knowledge. They have no evolutions.
Reading further, she stumbles upon giants.
The giant
The giants posses a low reproduction potential as the male wields low quality sperm on average. They have no innate magic or archery knowledge but are Big, strong and can endure a lot. They have no evolutions.
She stops reading. "Oh, my god TMI, TMI, what is wrong with this goddess? Just say low reproduction potential! I don't need to know this, ew!"
a pop up shows up. It says: The goddess is disappointed in your lack of detail-orientedness.
"Girl..." Lydia is stunned.
She brushes it off and continues reading:
The goblin
The goblins are a frail race of small stature with no innate magic or archery proficiency. They posses the greatest reproduction potential.
She moves onto sprites.
The sprite
Sprites are a race of medium fragility, similar ro humans but more frail.They are tall, have fragile butterfly wings unlike harpies, but also have arms unlike harpies. They also have innate knowledge of basic healing and fire magic, and mana orb. They have the highest mana of all races. They reproduce by flowing mana into so-called " sprite circles," which are circles of four blue mushrooms, (called kashmerry mushrooms by sprites). They have the second most evolution possibilities. Their distant cousin is called mutated sprite, reproducing the same way, except they have low intelligence, small stature, no wings, tree-like bodies and the mushrooms are mutated versions of kashmerry shrooms. The kashmerry mushroom mutates by excessive mana usage, and reproduces much quicker than regular kashmerry.
She continues reading.
The elf
The elves are a race of medium reproductive potential, and have innate magic and archery knowledge. They mostly keep to themselves and dislike mingling with other races. At least for now, that's not an innate trait, it is a result of their current culture.
"Hm... Sprites seem interesting, but the race with the most evolutions piques my interest... Despite their shortcomings.
Alright, so I should focus on having them use fire for everything as their fire resistance is quite decent. It's 60% at the start.It could make hunting and defense much easier if I can figure out how to properly make them utilize it."
Lydia chooses imps.An unknown force starts warping her body.