Legend Of The White Rose.

Chapter 1 (Volume 1)

Jimmy Reems, college dropout heading home from work at a gas station at 20:00 (8 pm), using the same bicycle I've had since high school. The wind blowing in my hair made the moment feel nice. It was pay day and I have plans to order a novel that recently released from my favorite author.

I have a single bedroom apartment, which I've been living in since my family passed away in an accident last year. "I'm home!", I greet the pictures of my parents and my sister. My mom always made me chicken on rice after I had accomplished something whether it was a good grade or passing my drivers test.

Opening the fridge to take out chicken on rice I made the night before to celebrate another pay check, I glanced at the tv. The news on the tv wasn't a surprise "A robbery in progress, hostages are being held at gun point, demands have not been met and...." I moved to a city away from where I grew up.

I try not to let my sadness take over, especially in front of portraits of my family sitting on ends of the kitchen table. Crying at night on pay days help me slowly drift to sleep.

My alarm clock wakes me up ever so early and is loud enough that my neighbors yell "turn that sh*t down". I walk tiredly into the kitchen to get my usual meal for breakfast; noodles and a banana. I take my bike and bow to my family, "I'm heading to work, mom, dad and beloved sister." I keep a smile whenever I'm outside.

A woman walking her dog greets me while her dog tries to chase me. My exercise for the day. Passing by a shopping district to grab the usual free coffee from a nice aunty who knew my parents, I also drop off a plate of left over chicken and rice. She never had kids of her own but when she said "have a good day at work!", her words gave me maternal warmth. "Thanks aunty!"

Nearly arriving to my job a street away. "Hey, watch it!" I crashed into a scruffy man who dropped his bag. "Ouch, my head.." When I got up, I froze in place. There was a gun pointed towards me. I looked around and jewels were scattered around the bag. *BANG* My stomach was feeling warm, like my bath water was poured on me. My hand was dyed red. ..... Is this blood?... I couldn't speak. A few people surrounded me and stared with their phones pressed against their cheeks.

Suddenly I was feeling cold. There's so much noise, I feel like sleeping, just be quiet already......

"JUST SHUT UP!" Was I too loud?.....No one was there. Actually, where was I? There were trees all around me. My clothes, the blood was gone too, my stomach was fine too.... Wait wait wait are those abs?! Holy crap, that is a huge pen*s!

Am I in a forest? Has brain surgery advanced this far? Is this the future? This is definitely not my body. Did I die? Does every guy in heaven have a big c*ck? First I gotta find my way home.

I watched enough survival documentaries to know making a weapon is the first thing to do in order to survive in a forest. I grabbed a long branch, broke the end, grabbed a few stems from plants and attached a sharp looking rock to make a spear.

The sunlight penetrated through gaps between leaves and trees. I heard rustling behind a tree and a black boar with a horn on its forehead appeared. "What the f*ck!", I spoke too loud. The boar noticed me and started dashing towards me. I pointed the spear towards the boar and waited for it to run into my spear, I just needed to apply enough of my weight into it.

The eyes of the boar began to shine and the boar jumped to the side to avoid my spear. This was it, the boar was faster than me and its horn was pointed right at me. Memories from the scruffy old man killing me made me freeze. The horn struck my side, causing me to elbow the boar. The boar flew until it hit a tree nearby. "What is going on?!" I was less surprised by my abnormal strength and more surprised at part of my vision changing. Words started to appear in front of me and a female voice was heard. (Character analysis, Class creation, Spearman now equipped.)