Before Gunther could walk very far, a green box suddenly appeared in his vision.

  ‘Oh great, this doesn’t look like anything is fixed at all…’ Gunther thought grumpily, after having read the whole info-dump *ahem* notification. Almost as if it had been waiting for that exact thought, another screen appeared, blue this time.

  ‘Oh great, I got one of those snarky systems, didn’t I. Why couldn’t it just be some mindless robot?’

  The box was almost immediately followed by a whole lot of smaller blue messages, interrupting further thoughts about the subject.

  ‘Well, that certainly could have been worse, though the idea of them messing with my soul isn't all that nice.’ Gunther thought ‘I guess I’ll be able to learn way more skills than everyone else, since I’m not forced to follow one specific branch. Although my individual skills might be worse compared to those of the people who actually have a related Class, I’ll just have to make up for it with a wider range of skills. Even if my fire related skills will most certainly be worse than those of someone like a fire mage, that won’t matter much if I’m up against someone who focuses on ice. If I would then meet that fire mage, I just have to use water based abilities. This might just work! If I survive for long enough to even learn those skills that is…’

  Gunther decided now was not the time to worry about skills and all that just jet, he would first need some place where he could sleep relatively safely. Thinking it would be the best if his future home was at least close to the river, he walked in its direction. While he was walking he remembered one of his new skills mentioned something about stat points and realised he had no idea what his stat points looked like.

  ‘Let’s see, stats?’ He thought, emphasising the word ‘stats’. As soon as he thought the word, a blue screen popped up. “Handy…” he mumbled and began to inspect what seemed to be his character sheet.

  ‘Looking at this, I’m guessing 10 is the average of a human from Earth. Still, that achievement is pretty mean. The stats seem about right though, never been good at sports and all, though I guess that’s gonna change now that I’m able to increase my stats somewhat easily. It is kind of strange that my physical stats seem to be about the same as those of my old body, even though this certainly is not that body...’ He thought, deciding to ignore that last observation and grinning a bit at the thought he wouldn’t absolutely suck at sports anymore relatively soon.

  While he was getting closer to the river, Gunther noticed the trees were getting progressively larger. It was almost like the trees didn’t have a maximum size and just kept growing as long as there was enough water in the ground. When he finally reached the river, the trees were so large that one of them probably contained enough wood to build an entire house.

  ‘Actually, using one of these trees as a house isn’t the worst idea.’ he thought, whilst filling the waterskin he got from William. He also drank a bit from the stream and was surprised at how good it tasted. It was difficult to describe what was so different, it just tasted more alive, he supposed.

  ‘Maybe it’s because of all the magic of this world, or it is simply less polluted than on Earth.’ He pondered. It was strange how such a little thing made such a large difference, but it was the taste of the water that really made him realise he wasn’t on Earth anymore. Gunther suddenly felt rather homesick. Sure, he didn’t have a lot of friends, but those he did have, he would really miss. He also realised they must be mourning his death right now, as he was pretty sure he had indeed died back on Earth, and even if he didn't, a sudden disappearance wasn't much better.

  ‘This is something they never tell you about in all those stories on the internet,’ he thought ‘all you read is how amazing those other worlds and new powers are. Never do they speak about the feeling of being all alone in a place you don’t know with no apparent way to get home.’

  Before he could get too stuck in his thoughts however, Gunther did what he always did when he felt a bit down; He got to work.