Chapter 7: Helheim


    As the screen flickers, a grotesque image materializes before me. It''s like staring into the face of a nightmare—a creature that seems to have taken fashion tips from a bat and a gargoyle, with teeth sharp enough to make dentists jealous.


    Five fingers on each hand, each one ending in a w that looks like it could double as a can opener,plete the ghastly picture.


    I can''t help but let out a nervousugh. "Well, well, well, aren''t you a looker?" I quip, trying to mask my difort with a dose of dark humor. "If I wanted to scare children, I''d hang your portrait in my living room."


    Despite the initial shock, I remind myself that appearances can be deceiving. After all, with the right skills and abilities, I can probably make this monstrosity look like a runway model.


    It''s just a matter of embracing my inner Picasso and getting creative with the character customization options.


    With a deep breath, I dive into the customization menu, ready to work some magic—or at least try not to vomit at the sight of my own character.


    With each adjustment, I can''t help but crack jokes to lighten the mood. "Let''s see if I can turn this creature feature into a creature... less feature," I mumble to myself, trying to inject some levity into the situation.


    As I tweak and fine-tune the details, I can''t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Who knew that ying god with a virtual avatar could be so entertaining? "Ah, the joys of digital stic surgery," I quip, adjusting the vampire''s facial features with the finesse of a seasoned cosmetic surgeon.


    Finally, after what feels like an eternity of pixted stic surgery, I step back to admire my handiwork. The once-terrifying creature now looks... well, slightly less terrifying. "Not bad for a first attempt," I say with a smirk, marveling at my ability to turn a nightmare into something vaguely resembling a character from a B-list horror movie.


    While I would like to be a immortal with a killer fashion sense, but if I want to make this guy a better-looking than character from a B-list horror movie, I need a Creator tool. But I don''t have that yet so I can''t.


    After putting the finishing touches on my vampire avatar, I hit the "Finish" button, ready to rock and roll in this virtual world.


    As my creation transformed into something only a mother could love, I couldn''t help but snicker at the monstrosity I had brought into existence. It looked like it crawled straight out of a nightmare—or a particrly bad horror flick.


    Then, like a sarcastic tour guide, the game system chimed in again.


    {You have chosen a race from YGGDRASILL for your adventures. Now, please choose a world for you to start your journey. You have nine worlds to choose from: Asgard, álfheim, Vanaheim, Nidavellir, Midgard, J?tunheim, Niflheim, Helheim, and Múspellheim.}


    With my less-than-human appearance, blending in among regr folks was about as likely as a zombie passing for a ballet dancer. So, I narrowed down my options to the realms where my unique charm might not raise too many eyebrows—Niflheim, Helheim, or Múspellsheim.


    Now, Niflheim sounded like a frosty nightmare, ruled by ice giants and probably not the best ce for a creature who''s already cold enough.


    And Múspellsheim? Well, let''s just say I didn''t fancy bing a crispy critter in and of fire giants.


    So, that left Helheim—thend of the dead, ruled by the undead. Seemed like the perfect fit for a creature like me.


    I mean, where else could a fledgling vampire feel more at home than in a world teeming with zombies, ghouls, and all things that go bump in the night? It was like being invited to a party where everyone''s dead on the inside—literally.


    And it''s ce where the Great Tomb of Nazarick is found.


    So, with a nonchnt shrug and a casual flick of my undead locks, I confirmed my choice. "Helheim it is," I muttered to myself, trying to sound as suave and mysterious as possible, despite knowing I looked more like a extra from a B-movie horror flick.


    As I stood there, waiting for the next step in this virtual adventure, a circle appeared beneath my feet, engulfing me in a flurry of pixted particles. Before I knew it, my virtual body began to fade away, leaving me in darkness once again.


    Just when I thought things couldn''t get any weirder, a small screen materialized in front of me, disying a detailed map of Helheim.


    With a grin, I read the text that appeared above the screen: {Choose your desired hunting area.} Oh, the possibilities! Should I go for the ssic graveyard vibe, or perhaps venture into the depths of a haunted forest? Decisions, decisions.


    I decided to take a walk on the wild side and spawn at the very bottom of the map, right at the edge of Helheim.


    In YGGDRASILL, the deeper you venture into the heart of the map, the more treacherous it bes. Monsters lurk in the shadows, and the terrain itself seems to conspire against you. And as I was level 0, I decided to start from the edge of the map.


    I hit the "confirm" button as the game system processed my decision, I couldn''t help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with a healthy dose of dread. I mean, sure, exploring a world of the undead sounded like a thrilling adventure, but let''s not forget that these were the same creatures who''d probably snack on my brains given half the chance.


    But hey, who needs brains when you''ve got bravado, right? With Death by my side and the promise of untold riches and unimaginable power awaiting me, I took a deep breath and stepped forward into the darkness of Helheim, ready to face whatever twisted horrors this cursed realm had in store.


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