Prologue

  My name is Jack. I am 15 years old. I am an orphan. I grew up with a bunch of monks on a mountain, but I left due to clashing ideals. I am currently in class during brake period, and as always, I am sitting in the back of the class all alone with nothing but my hobby to keep me company, observing people. I watch my class mates talk endlessly about stuff, like how great their date went last night, the new show that aired over the weekend, or what their plans are for the break.

  'What the fuck.'

  "..."

  "..."

  "WHAT THE FUCK."

  Everyone looks at me.

  'Oh shit I said that out loud.'

  "..."

  "..."

  "Excuse me."

  I get up and go to the bathroom to get away from my class.

  As I get up, I notice that everyone has a name and a 1 floating over their head.

  'Odd'

  When I get to the bathroom I see my own name and a 1 in the mirror.

  'The 1 must mean level 1. Hmmm'

  ''

  As I scream that one word in my head, a blue window pops up in the same way the previous two did.

  'Hmm interesting.'

  'Check skill observe.'

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  Ok, let’s test this,

  'Observe'

  Ok let’s calm down, breath in, breath out, Breathe in, breath out. Good just like the monks taught me.

  'I wonder what that does.'

  'Check '

  'Hmm, I wonder if