Novels by Black in you

On the third day, he almost died. It wasn't even his fault this time.Rob woke up from his nightmares to find that his HP and Stamina were falling fast. The culprit was no mystery; he was coughing up a lung and shivering like a babe in winter. He drank water and ate berries – the non-poisonous ones – to keep his strength up, but nothing helped.Passive Skill Gained!Name: Disease ResistancePrerequisite: Come down with a potentially life-threatening disease.Description: Helps you fight off nasty microorganisms. Sadly, you won't get EXP from them.Fuck, what do I have? Dysentery? Malaria? I mean...I keep getting bit by animals with the 'Infected' status but...shit.Rob made sure he Breathed Deep, and often, his new Passive skill barely keeping his Stamina above water. He wasn't sure how the relationship between HP and Stamina worked, but he had to believe that keeping his Stamina high would help his body fight off the infection. Every little bit helped. Especially when the nearest hos

Stab. Climb. Stab. Climb. He fell into a rhythm while simultaneously making sure he didn't get complacent. The cliffside could loosen in the wrong way at any moment, and he needed to be prepared for when that happened. At some point he gained a point in Strength, then a point in Endurance and a few Passive Skills from reaching the Endurance 10 milestone, including the first level in Climbing and something called Deep Breathing, and while all that probably helped he just did not have the mental capacity to care.Could have been twenty minutes. Could have been twenty years. He couldn't tell the difference, but however long it took, he made it. Cresting over the top of the cliff gave him the most thrillingly relief-filled moment of his entire life. He plodded along a good bit away from the dreaded edge, the entire upper half of his body aching like it was on fire, and checked to make sure he was safe from any ambushing rodents before collapsing into a pile of limbs and sweat.For your fa

He sat down, mind poring over every bit of poison trivia his late-night Wikipedia binges had turned up. The knowledge was there, but accessing it in his current mental state was like trying to find a library book in an earthquake. Not that it mattered either way; he didn't have access to any kind of antidote, or medical supplies, or a doctor, so his only real option was to sit down and keep his nerves in check.I'll be okay. It was just one berry, and I only got Poison Resistance Level 1. It...probably would have already gone up to Level 2 if the damage was that going to be life-threatening. This can't possibly be worse than taco night.It was worse than taco night.Five minutes of worsening stomach pains and slowly – but consistently – falling HP, Rob panic-shoved his 5 unspent Stat Points into Vitality in the hopes of getting an upgrade to Regeneration. The skill stayed at Level 1, and he panicked further. His stomach bubbled and broiled with nausea to the point where he felt like v

The pop culture reference his brain had conjured—the product of a diseased mind raised on TV commercials—forced him to remember the one part of his Character Sheet he'd been studiously ignoring.The Active Skill Do Not Go Gently, which would undoubtedly come in handy the next time a wolf decided to munch on him, was a Skill that left him feeling ill as he considered the ramifications that its name implied."Do not go gently into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light."It was a fairly well-known poem back on Earth, and had featured prominently in several popular pieces of media.And that was the problem—unlike everything else he'd encountered before being thrown into whatever this new world was, that Skill was very specifically a reference to Earth.Something like Tough Skin was generalized, but Do Not Go Gently was a dead giveaway that the system that governed his RPG mechanics was aware of Earth, alluding to it, and potentially an accomplice to whatever force had

HP: 99 / 210Stamina: 35 / 90—HP: 100 / 210Stamina: 37 / 90Rob shut his metaphysical eyes and closed the Character Sheet as an unbidden sigh of relief hissed through clenched teeth.Despite everything that had happened, seeing his HP finally tick back up to the triple digits after hours of waiting for another rabid wolf to chance upon him and finish the job was almost, almost enough to make him feel better.At present, the comfort it afforded did little more than make a dent in the iron wall of rage solidifying inside him.Because someone was fucking with him.It was something he'd strongly suspected considering the portal's parting words of "You'll Do", but having it outright confirmed via a belated post-it-note was such a slap in the face that he tore the message to shreds the second he'd finished processing it.Good luck? he thought, for the hundredth time.Some jackass put me here on purpose, and all they have to say to me is Good Luck?!He thought, for the hundredth-and-first

I'll away.He was awake—but his eyelids hadn't gotten the message yet. He pushed, and pushed, until at last they creaked open.And immediately shut them again as water splashed on top of his eyeballs.Water was splashing everywhere on him, actually. He was soaked to the bone and more than a little cold."It started raining?" Rob sighed. "Is this some kind of cosmic joke?"No one answered.Rob brought up his Character Sheet, which thankfully he didn't need to have his eyes open to look at.HP: 17 / 210Stamina: 18 / 90Status Effects: Bleeding (Minor)His eyes were glued to the screen. Two simple letters and two simple numbers decided whether he would live or die.He waited, every second lasting an eternity. Panic welled up within him when his HP ticked down, but it ticked back up shortly after, and then again after he waited a few minutes.For every 1 HP lost to bleeding, he regenerated 2.Approximately.Another brain poke reminded him that Do Not Go Gently was off cooldown, and could