The day was hot and dry with the sun beating down on everything in sight. When standing out of the shade would cause you to sweat like rain. Ryker was climbing the steps of his fire watch tower. He had just gotten done talking to a group of boys about the no-burn that was in effect for the forest, when he got to the top, he heard his radio buzz to life, "Ryker tower two, do you copy, over."
Quickly unsheathing his radio with the speed and precision of a trained shooter, "Roger, Oliver, what can I do for you, over." "While you were gone, something fell out of the sky in the middle of your area. Could you keep an eye out for smoke? It landed on the other side of the mountain, and I couldn't tell if it was the smoke from the group you told off or not. Over." quickly looking out over his area and not seeing any smoke or whips, he responds "nothing in sight I'll keep an eye out and I'll go see what it is tomorrow, I want to get to bed early since its the third time running up and down theses stars today and its almost evening, over"
Ryker stretched out holding his radio in one hand, waiting for Oliver to reply, "alright,y don't forget you're not off till it's dark so you better not snooze Have a good one night. I'll radio if I need anything Oliver Tower one over and out." not replying Ryker watches over the vast forest waiting as minutes turned into hours he slowly completed his usual duties and habits. His thoughts wandered to the thing that fell out of the sky, wondering what it could possibly be: a meteor, a satellite, something from an aircraft. The thoughts, no matter how much he tries, can't seem to leave his head.
Grabbing his penjaman and putting on his shoes, he heads down his tower and onto the footpath that is in the direction of the fallen object. Fanning his flashlight across the path, he continues on the mini-adventure to find the fallen object, "god, it should be around here somewhere." While Ryker doesn't know the exact area, it shouldn't be too far off from where he is now after another 20 minutes of looking, Ryker stumbles upon a large divot with a large rock with something shiny poking out of the side of it "this has to be it… also finders keepers Oliver" they mumble to the wind as he slowly walks up to it in a seeming trance he reaches out towards the object embedded into the stone and as his finger touches it like magic he trance breaks as it suddenly envelops his hand sinking into him. [System reinstate protocol active]
not focusing on the voice due to the hysteria while clawing at his hand he screams out "what the fuck alien life get out of me I don't want to have my stomach exploded" looking grabbing at his belt he ties it around his upper arm to try and stop it from moving up his body until he can get help from either the government or from a hospital he hears the voice again this time louder and easier to focus on but not caring he pulls his radio "tower 2 in need of help attacked" as he's speaking the voice says [system energy low, final transport active]
A gray screen appears in front of his body
[sudden quest: breath once, reward: teleport to hypermarket space] Gasping in shock, he looks at it as it changes again [quest complete, reward teleport to hypermarket granted] just as he hears his radio crackle back, the world spins sideways and upside down revolting and killing his 5 senses along with the feeling of being as if there being ripped in half mentally before being thrown back like a pile of mush his senses mixing temporarily before settling down
"where the fuck…." Ryker looks around, seeing himself standing in what seems to be the middle of a living room, a black couch and coffee table combo sitting against a wall, an open kitchen diagonal from it, with a brown shelf holding nothing up against the wall hugging the title of the kitchen with its base. Taking in the surroundings for a few minutes, the voice comes back [realm with energy, recharge started] [welcome host to the hypermarket store a place where products, games, and everything in between are gathered from across the vast and many different realms to be sold to anyone with money lining their pockets] "wait slow down where am I whats happening how do I get back home?" Ryker suddenly blurts out his questions, wondering what any of this actually is: a dream, a hallucination, or what
[There currently isn't any way to return; the host's clearance level is too low to know the final purpose of the system] "Wait, you're telling me there's no way back…. Am I dreaming?" the voice quickly replies [host is not dreaming, and correct there is no way to return to that realm at the current time] it stricks Ryker hard, like a shotgun blast to his chest. His family, friends, his fluffball cat, and job were all gone and lost. "Why…. Why take it all away? What did I do? Why me?" Ryker feels himself crashing like a rock thrown into the sea, slowly being drowned as it presses in from all sides. Everything he once knew was gone.
[Host shows signs of stress, exclamation granted to calm host, host's realm holds no mana or qi energy, being one of the only realms like this that hasnt collapsed its called the deadzone, originally there was injuries like that in the realm but something happened and sucked it away killing of mthiycal beasts and races unable to not handle being without mana or qi, most systems started hibernating to escape death, by bonding to a host than transporting them out of the realm to continue livieing in a realm that can support the system] reapeating in his head what the voice said "so it was my damn unluckyness that made this happen" [correction host is quite lucky compared to many races and beings. That is all the information on why the system can share at the moment]
Staring at the polished wood floors in a daze, Ryker reaches into his pocket, pulling out his pen before taking a hit and flopping on the couch face first, trying to process all of the things he has now lost, thinking back to his favorite memories and how hell never do them again or the sights of his hometown he was planning on visiting to see his parents and cat now unable to forever. [host would you like to start work] "fuck off" reaching again for the pen takeing another hit trying hard to numb himself or blanket his mind he knows the high won't do. As he keeps repeating this motion and the same thoughts over and over, his mind slowly fades as he goes to sleep after hours of stress.