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Clement
Originally written from June 17, 2025 to June 18, 2025, 1 day



Clement sat up from that lame bed, and he heard a variety of sounds. He shushed all of them away, lying back down and tucking his head beneath his pillow. He did not want to go anywhere or do anything. He just wanted to relax and take the time off, but no, he had to go to work, to do things, and to get things done.
After 5 minutes of putting his memory back together, he stood up and went to the cafe, bringing his laptop, sighing and standing for a moment before sitting down.
The light outside glowed bright. He smiled.
When he sat down, everything vanished into a pitch-black darkness, and it was only him and a pure-white faceless featureless humanoid figure in the distance.
He screamed.
For a few minutes, that was all he did.
And even when the figure said something, he just kept going.
It never ended.
Until he realized his throat giving up on him.
“Damn it,” he hoarsely said. “The fuck is you?”
“Hello,” said the figure, its smile strained from all the attempts at communication. “We’re here to… Well, I’m here to help integrate you into our new world. It’s an isekai world, with which you are familiar, and I don’t want to alarm or bother you, but whatever you think is going to happen, it’s not going to happen. You’re not getting powers for one, so expect to go through horrible, horrible things. And—”
“Wait, wait! I get to go to a fantasy world! Hell nah! Fuck that! I already saw AOT, and I know that this is a shit deal! Please nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah/”
“Well, if you’ll just listen—”
“Nah! Man, suck it up and get me out of here. Put all your shit and place it back where it came from. I don’t want any of this. None. Nothing. Get this off me. Don’t put anything. No duty. No nothing! Just do not try me!”
“Well… if you’d just…”
“Fucking hell nah! You’re going to kill me, that’s it! One in a million chance it goes well. I’ve seen too much! Don’t fuck with me, don’t fuck with me!”
“Well…”
“Nope. Sorry. Your time’s up. Get me out of here. Now.”
“No.”
“N-no? F-f-fuck… I see now, haha. I tried… haha. Well, fuck me then. Good luck world. Nice world, nice world!”
“Well…”
“Stop right now. If you start speaking, you’re going to continue, so I’ll stop you from speaking and I won’t listen. This way, I’ll never die.”
“You won’t die.”
“You just fucking said?!”
“I said you could die, or I said that you were not going to be given powers, but seeing now that you’re this…”
“What, what?!”
“Particular… Because you’re this particular, we’re going to have to find a way to integrate you some other way.”
“What is it? Actually you know what, fuck y—fuck no!”
“Well, we could have you—”
“Shut up, man! I don’t care. I am not in some fucking plot. I don’t need this shit. Look at me, look at me! I don’t need this. No fucking no Sir. You can hate me all you want. I am in control of my fate! And if you kill me, just know I gave you the fucking bird anyway! Fuck… Actually, sorry. Please don’t kill me.”
“Ready to listen now?”
Clement’s hands trembled. Shit, shit!
“You’re so annoying.”
Clement stopped shaking, deeply confused. “What?”
“Nothing. Okay. Let’s focus. Get this done, get this done. We’re going to give you powers.”
“Yey! Fuck yes! I’m—so—fucking—good—at—this.”
The faceless figure twitched. “Well…”
“Woohoo! Is this final final?”
“Yes.”
“Alright!”
“But we could stop it at any time, so don’t f—don’t do anything weird, okay?”
“Yes, of course! Alright! Let’s go! Hell yeah!”
“Bro… Can you shut for a sec?”
Clement froze, his head turning robotically at the figure.
The figure said, “Okay. Now that’s we’re done, pick you power.”
He showed him three options:
A dog.
A car.
A mouse.
“W-what’s this?!”
“They’re three powers, and they are symbolized by different things. You’re going to have to do a roll here.”
“R-really?! A roll!? Is it bad RNG? Or are they all good?”
“No… Well… Depends.”
“OK. Can I trust you here? Can you tell me which one’s the best?”
“Bruh, if I told you, I’d—t-there’d be no point having these symbols!”
“OK, OK, sorry.” Hands up, Clement grimaced. When did this guy start talking normally? 
“Now… Pick.”
“Hmm… Dog sounds pretty generalist. Car sounds big and roar. Mouse sounds more like a thief or something. I’m choosing dog.”
“‘Kay then.” The figure turned around and disappeared.
Then his voice emerged as a god-like echo: “Proceed to the door.”
An open door appeared in front of Clement, glowing brightly.
“Hmm… What if—”
“Nope, nope,” the voice said. “Go in, or I’ll kill you for real this time.”
“This time? Did you kill—”
“GO!”
Clement leapt in.
He appeared in a weird place. Everything was green, not urban gray.
“This is crazy. Actual grass touching speed run?” He looked around, waiting for the figure’s exasperated “Bro.”
But he was all alone here. He looked out into the distance.
“Wait, where’s my powers?” He checked his body and felt around his legs and nether region. Well, tried. He tried to activate by clenching his arms and bottom.
“No, but seriously, am I actually fucking dead? Not just cooked, but actual fucked. Is this what we’re working with here? I’m genuinely going to be honest here, but I’ve no idea what the fuck… Is that?”
A goblin stood in front of him, holding nothing.
“Yo! Bro, can you help me? I know like shit to help you like rank up or stuff. Fuck what was the thing you needed again? You need…” He thought of something disgusting. “Okay, maybe not that. What do you need, want? Do you need anything? I’ll help. I’ve got big muscles!” He flexed his arms and back, and he genuinely did have muscles. He worked out 4 days a week at the gym.
The goblin tilted its head and scurried away.
“Bro, please! I need your help, man! I know you’re a mob, but please. I need like help here, come on please. This is serious shit! I’m not like God or anything. I’m going to fucking die. I’m seriously just an average human being. I am not fucking…”
He saw a village. “OP spawn!” He yelled and threw his arms in the air.
After running all the way there, he saw the first villager staring at him. “Hey, hey,” he said, “I can help. Labor, anything.”
The villager glanced at the other villagers peeking through the windows.
“Sorry…” He bowed. “I am Clement De Mesa. I wish to work in this village. Is that alright?”
One of the villagers spoke, and he paled.
Shit, they can’t understand me!
He forced himself to do gestures, descending on his haunches.
He then confirmed for understanding with his raised brows, repeated nod, and pointing gesture.
They nodded.
Yes! They can understand! He hid his excitement and then started gesturing for his employment.
They nodded.
FUCK YEAH! I HAVE A JOB!
Later he was allowed to sleep on the floor.
He got up early in the morning and showed up to the farm.
They pointed at him and gestured the action he needed to do.
He nodded.
Then as he was farming, he glanced at the mountain as his vision filled with a blue fog before a holographic interface appeared.
["Dog" power: You don't get hungry. (You still get thirsty.)]
YESSS! COME ON LET’S GO!!!!
His eyes suddenly narrowed. I have to be very, very intentional.
Over several weeks, he kept working as he slowly observed how the villagers behaved and spoke.
At the end of a month’s time, he slowly came to the conclusion: “I have to leave. This is the time to leave. I’ve already gotten used to the way that they carry themselves. If I ever face any other person down the road, I’ll know much easily. I just have to be careful to be the finder and not the found.” 
He left for the city.
He looked at his hands. This needs to kill people if it wants to live.
Then a bandit approached when he was already 75% of the way.
Damn it! Wait, why’s he alone? I need to scan the area. Shit, shit! Fuck! This is my first fucking playthrough!
He bolted before the bandits realized that he knew they were waiting for him to come closer and that they were merely using the one traveler-garbed bandit as bait. He found out just by the way they walked. They didn’t walk like a villager or a traveler, but like a predator.
As he travelled another path, he shot his fists through the air. 
“If I can’t kill, I’ll be…”
He threw an uppercut. “I need to do it… to do anything.
“Anything.”
A goblin approached him, holding a dagger.
“Hahaha. I did say anything, but come on, you’re not a bad guy, are you?”
It slashed at him.
He kicked it and swiped at its head, showering blows.
Then the goblin lay, dead.
He looked again. I didn’t feel anything! It happened so fast! It felt like an action that consumed energy! Damn!
Damn… The fuck happened to me.
It bled.
He looked away, walking. Okay, I gotta keep the pace, keep the pace.
At another village, he grabbed a job and grinded quickly, going much more consistently than last time now that he was used to his lack of hunger. Though he did need sleep.
He started trying to read, imitating their vowels and consonants. 
He reached the point where he could finally make simple statements like “Go to this place,” “Stop here and help,” “Help me finish this,” and such without being misunderstood, even from a distance. 
This was all that he needed.
Two months from now, he finally left and reached the next village, expanding his language the closer he got to the city.
In the clouds above the city gates, billows, canyons, and cauliflower-like bursts populated the sky. As above, so below.
He entered, the bells ringing.
He could speak below a conversational level, enough for general work. 
“Hello,” he said. “I’m here to earn. Where can I get a job?”
The guard stared at him before ushering him to the city, dismissing him.
Clement went to another person. “Hello. I’m here to earn. Where can I get a job?” 
He repeated this until he found someone willing to answer him.
“Join our adventurer group. We need a porter! Can you push carts?”
“Adventurer group?” Clement did not know what the word meant in their language.
“Yes, yes, follow me.” The hirer could hear his accent, but Clement’s arms, chest, back, and shoulders grew brawny from all the physical work he had done and from the power that supplied his body with all his needed nutrients and protein, making him a viable option.
Okay, whatever this is, as per usual, never get entangled in stupid shit.
The two went to the guild first, then down the road outside the city gates, while the far distant blue hills he had always seen during his first three months slowly retreated and disappeared.
They met up with the rest of the adventurer group, twenty persons total.
“Hello, everyone, I’m Jov,” said a short, gray-haired man, with practical wear and slow gesturing hands. “It’s praising time. Let’s have a prayer first. Excuse me, can you lead us in prayer?” He gestured toward Clement with one whole hand.
Clement stared, nodding. The villagers had shown themselves to be very religious from his experience, so he knew the right words.
“Lord Oslo, I pray that you guide our paths and leave us wise—”
“Wait a minute, Oslo?” said one of the younger-looking ones, a girl probably 18 years in age. 
“Let him,” said Jov.
“Let him leave us wise all our days and never to be found wanting, for it is he who gathers our strength and abides our intemperance.”
“Amen,” the group chorused.
Clement hid a sigh after turning around. You know, I have nothing to say to these people.
He placed his hands on the cart and lifted it, straining first before realizing the wheels carried most of it once you had it off the ground and directed diagonally upward. Or to anyone really. It’s nice to see new people… 
He started walking, staying a short distance away from the group. But there’s really nothing motivating me to do anything else.
He eyed them every once in a while as they chattered and his sweat drummed the earth. I’m playing it low, and I think this will be what it is for a long time.
Once the ones in front stopped to rest under a tree, waiting for the slower members to catch up, he let go of the pushcart, his shouders heaving as he panted. Once I’m done, I’m getting the hell out of here.