Shoujo Grand Summoning Chapter 1: Advent, trolling status screen!
“Where the hell is this!!!”
Along with this pitiful and earth despairing scream resounding, countless bird which rested upon the trees flew away while chirping, the culprit however ignores this and is completely submerged in his tragedy.(TN: Pfft, at least you didn’t get sent in by truck-kun)
This is one black haired and black eyed youth who looks around 20 years old with a face that’s not too fugly and not too handsome. Right now, he’s crouching on a plain inside a forest, hanging his head low, with a hint of sadness on his face.
Lifting his head, he observed the surrounding trees which grew tall beyond observable horizon, he wants to cry but for want of tears can’t.
Who would’ve thought after he awakes from his sleep, he would come to such a mysterious and isolated place. Of course, this youth thinks so, for if an outsider were to see this, they would reckon it’s quite a lively and verdant forest.
It’s not like the youth didn’t think he was still inside a dream, but, from the “fresh” bruise on his arm. Reality is a bitch! This is all certified by her.
“Could this is the legendary other world? transportation? But why isn’t there any cheats? Why isn’t there any reincarnation, and this is a place so desolate there’s no human in sight, what am i supposed to do? O lords of transport, are you trying to screw me over? (raw: 你们难道是在逼我便当? Based on this, lit “are you guys forcing me to claim my bento box? roughly translate into are you guys trying to get me killed)” While still in a daze he sat there without regard for the soil on the ground, opening and closing his mouth, heavens know what he’s mumbling about.
Should we say just as expected from an otaku youth?
Or could it be that the lords of transport (TN: Hallowed be thy names) got fed up with his ramblings, while the youth is still wallowing in his tragedy, a cold machine-like voice came.
“System initialization… initialization successful! Esteemed user, the system greets you…”
Suppose if one were to be in a god forsaken place, and suddenly there’s a deep cold voice ringing, what kind of reaction would one expect? Well, the answer is on the youth’s face. (TN: close enough,
His whole body jerked, screamed like a little girl and jumped higher than never before, even before he went into a trashy otaku life, he was never this athletic.
“Wh-wh who goes there, you think i am scared of you? I will have you know, even if you want to do me in, I choose to die from famine after binging on anime for 7 days and nights, I sure as hell won’t die in this no man’s land, capeesh?” So the youth says while shaking in his boots and laughing unsteadily with indescribably feeble tone.
“….” The whole place fell into silence, the youth glanced right and left, completely unaware that he’s spouting appalling stuff.
Perhaps he felt it by now (Author note: Ya sure?) Gulping and resisting the urge to escape, he stuttered: “Sa- Say something y- you…”
One cannot blame him, take anyone and put him in this situation, anyone wouldn’t be able to stay calm yes? What’s more this is but a home security guard, one who has not known the outside world.
Too bad, there is still no sound in this lush forest as if the voice was just a hallucination of sorts.
Timidly looking around, he breathed in trying to calm down his pounding heart and then opening to speak once more: “Hey, the one who went by the name system…”
After that, the youth was stunned.
System? That’s what i said right? Can’t have heard it wrong! The legendary transport system? Midas’ finger?
This can’t be real can it?
With his train of thoughts arriving here, the youth finally calmed his mammaries, scratching his head he mumbled with suspicion. “System?”
Right after that, the mechanical voice resounded once more. “At your service, user!”
The youth’s heart jumped once more.
He could deal with this situation with more composure after a bit of psychological preparation, this kind of setting, as long as it’s a hikikomori, he can guess what’s gonna happen from now on.
“So… system, where is this? What the heck happened? Why am i here?” Like a machine gun he shot his saliva, he can’t wait to find out what situation he is under, in this forest of no humans, he can only cling on to this system as if it was his life line.
Silvaria world? Giant beasts forest?
Fine, from these information, the youth arrived at a few conclusion: First, he transported; Second, from the name of this place, he was transported to a western styled worlld; Third, it would be nice if this was a normal world, but if it were one of them mystic or magical fantasy type world, then from that unbearably kappa esque name of a place, the chance of him dying is probably only marginally lesser than a girl coming up and hitting on him. (Tl: Probably talking about his plot armor)
Shaking his head vigorously, as if to throw his conclusion out of his mind, reminding himself inside his heart, that this is a false conclusion, false conclusion, as a glorious transportee, according to standard (Tl: world transport standards revised 2017), i should be able to kick asses from north to south, conquering the world, make “friends with benefits”(Lit: good companion), creating crystal palace (Tl: read harem), making an unforgettable legacy!
It says so in the novels, it’s impeccable logic!
Alas, this is all but daydream and it gets more ridiculous by the second.
Finally, recalling the mysterious system, the youth finally relaxed a bit.
With a few breaths and dry laugh, he manned up and faced the empty front. “Can i go back?”
“Beep! Out of system protocol, please probe around yourself!”
Can’t help but twitch the edge of his lips, the youth unamusedly said: “Then what isn’t out of system protocol?”
Out of nowhere a multi-colored board appeared in a flash, it looks so unreal as if it’s just a projection.
Bewildered at the fantastic board in front of him, floating upon it were the screen for ‘status’, ‘equipment’, ‘ability’, ‘items’, ‘summon’, totally game like.
Now if he still doesn’t realize what this is, he failed at hikikomori, this…. this is clearly a cheating system straight out of a novel!
And so he jumped 3 ft high, creating his personal record once more, ecstatic to the extent he forgot who’s being a whiny little bitch just a while ago.
This is practically telling me to cheat (lit: against the heaven 逆天)!
Laughing like he went half retard, no wait that was not an adjective, he went full retard.
Looking at the status board, as if it was his true love, coming ever close to kissing it, while still in full retard mode (TN: like so
), he pressed the tab ‘status’.
The five tabs disappeared and what appeared was an illusory projection of himself accompanied by a description ‘unit status’.
(TN: i won’t put this into an ordered format until i have seen comments on how to best approach this because this whole thing gets changed somewhere after 75%, 1500+-ish chapters of the story)
Equipment pts: 0 (TN: henceforth Ep)
Item pts: 0 (TN: henceforth Ip)
Ability pts: 0 (TN: henceforth Ap)
Summoning pts: 0 (TN: henceforth Sp)
With this kind of questionable and full of boke to tsukkomi on kind of status . The youth’s face kept changing colours as if to imitate the colour spectrum on the status projection.
Although this is not the time to roast or tsukkomi, this butthurt can’t be contained.
“I say, as a standard novice, the pitiful status and string of zeroes i can accept just barely, but what is up with unit’s value? The fuck is ‘human’!…” As anyone who plays mmorpgs, or seen the novel counterpart should know, in unit’s line there should be a name…”
“phew…” Some wind blew across the plains, along with it went some leaves, blowing past his face, as if to laugh at him…
After an abnormal silence, the enigmatic system sounded once more.
“Please choose your term of endearment!”
You paused didn’t you! You definitely paused just now!
Pissed as he is, he scratched his head until his hair resembles a bird’s nest, powerlessly he lowered his hands feeling very rustled in the jimmies.
“Please choose your term of endearment.”
The voice urged him once more, poking him out of his faint suicidal feelings, leeting out a sigh, he exhaled. “My name’s…”
Stopping halfway he thought since it’s a new world, that implies a new beginning, his old name, might as well be buried…
And it hit him like an epiphany, he mused before he lifted his head. “Wu yan (wúyán as in to have no words/ silent)! I will go by Wu Yan!”
The youth… no, Wu Yan who despite not sounding to have integrity (TN:没节操 a bit lost in translation, the meaning carries more of a nuance of someone who don’t follow norms blindly, goofy), but this is the best he could think of at this stage regarding name.
In any case, there’s nobody here who can recognise him, a cooler sounding name surely can’t run afoul with the law?
“Beep! Identity confirmed, user: Wu Yan, confirming that the status has been revised from human to Wu Yan, he returned nodding with satisfaction to the original menu.
With expectations, he clicked the ability tab and what was listed there were three sub tab ‘skills type’, ‘talent type’, ‘bloodline type’. He clicked without hesitation on bloodline type.
Sharingan (one tomoe <TN:that thing that looks like yin half of yin yang?>): 1,000 Ap; (two tomoe) : 3000 Ap; (three tomoe) : 10,000 Ap; (mangekyo, kaleidoscope) : 100,000 Ap; (eternal mangekyo) : 500,000 Ap
Rinnegan: 1,000,000 Ap
(TN: urgh, i swear their fascination wtih big numbers, i will start in units of mil if this shit keeps up)
True ancestor: 500,000 Ap (TN: not sure where this is from, word of god says this resembles but is not that of the true ancestor in type moon or strike the blood)
Looking at those blinding array of numbers, he became disorientated and just clicked ‘return’. His mind still in limbo even though the screen has returned to the menu.
Now, he’s veritably sure, it’s haxxor time!
With these, he refuse to believe that he can’t deal with this world!
At the moment, he’s feeling very grand, like he’s at the top of the world, stepping on a mountain of corpses, brandishing his infinity sword like a boss!
Common symptom of hikikomori syndrome, colloquially known as “self delusion” (TN: raws say yy in chinese translate into something of wanking/ masturbation or escaping from one’s reality by comforting oneself <hence the term masturbate>)
While going hue hue hue, he clicked “talent” sub tab.
Vector change (lvl 1) : 500 Ap; (lv 2): 1000 Ap; (lv 3) : 5000 AP; (lv 4) : 50000; (lv 5) : 500,000 Ap
Flame contract: 300,000 Ap
Eyes of death (TN: tsukihime): 1 mil Ap
the list goes on and on, and as the list grew bigger his mouth grew as well. To the extent of a hippopotamus, he held in his compulsion to laugh like a maniac, he continued on to ‘skill type’
Ice dou qi: 10k Ap
Dark dou qi: 10k Ap
Holy magic: 100k Ap
Dusk magic: 100k Ap
Undead magic: 100k Ap (TN: oh look, dusk magic, never seen that one before.)