Upon the rays of sunshine that pierced the book Rolan held, a smell of bookish aged paper was smelt by Rolan's nose. The cold and humid spring breeze assaulted the windows making the curtains flutter.
The butterflies entered his room and seemed to disturb his concentration as he read. One perched on his hands and he watched it flicker its wings on his fingertips.
"Hello, butterfly,"
Rolan Alduin was his name given by his parents. A name that was indeed majestic and unique.
As he was reading, he was almost at the end of the novel he reads. It was a Kingdom-building novel that he bought at the bookstore called "Lordship". You see, the story was about the Heroic tales of a Group of Lords that waged war on the Demon Empire. All were written from their valiant deeds and adventurous tales to their failures and character development.
The story ended on the part where the Heroes defeated all the villains of the story and the hero happily wed with his female lead.
"It was a good story. Sigh, what an adventure," Rolan can only inhale deep breaths and put his novel on his chest. Contemplating what to do next as he felt like a void was made in his heart.
It was normal to feel that way especially with him finishing up a favorite book. It was a roller coaster ride of emotions indeed.
With it, he read the back of the ending page and saw a letter from the author.
"Thanks for reading my work "Lordship". You have imagined and experienced my novel but now is the time to dwell into it and see it with your own eyes. In the eyes of whom you least expect it to be. It is time to make your version of your story. Your dearest author, God of silver tongues"
'Oh? How would that happen?' Rolan was left questioning himself.
Badump!
"Oh no, my...my head spins, my heart.....is like it's going to explode!"
Rolan felt like he was short of breath and his environment was spinning. His vision was dimming and he felt cold. A heart attack!
'What's this? Is this my end?'
He collapsed on his bed and closed his eyes in peace. He passed out due to not eating for days and just read without stopping.
He died and none of it matters anymore.
His soul went to the time stream and his soul went to find a body in the Fantasy world.
[System voice activated]
[System calibrating.....]
[System naming itself]
[Name chosen]
[Wisdom King Solomon]
[Finding a body for the host]
[Body found]
[Mimic selected]
[Innate skill: Mimic appearance, Devour, Mimic object, Storage]
[Exclusive skill: Wisdom King Solomon]
"Huh? A system? Wow, I have one! Weeee!!!"
Opening his eyes, he saw walls made of bricks and a room lighted with blue light torches.
When he wanted to walk, something was amiss. He could not feel his feet!
'I don't have hands and feet? But I have a long tongue and teeth!'
It was indeed troublesome. Even with the system telling him, he was still shocked at the moment. It was still unbelievable.
"I am in a dream, right? Right?" it was surreal and felt like a dream. Head buts the wall and he feels pain. "Ouch! So this is not a dream!"
He went staring at the walls and he took time to accept things. He was about to cry but he manned up.
"Hmmm, am I in a dungeon?" he asked himself as there was no one to ask.
He felt it troublesome to bounce just to walk and so, he adjusted his body. He made feet below the chest and hands. The chest now was his helmet or some sort of mask. His eyes poked inside and was watching from the dark side of the mouth of the chest. He was like a stickman with the head of a chest.
"Hola! I am a Mimic!" he shouted.
It was then, that adventurers barged on the entrance and saw him.
"A mimic! Kill it!" their leader shouted.
"Ahhh!!! Let me live!" Rolan ran so fast in his life and escaped. He dashed and dashed. Swerving in corners and turning left and right. Hiding in corridors and dark corners. And so, he finally shook the pursuers.
After a panting experience, a chase that was worth panting for. He was indeed in a problematic situation. He was branded as a monster! And human hunting will always happen if he appears in their presence.
He immediately arrived at the deepest floor of the dungeon and saw a sealed gate.
"Hmm? What's this?" he touched the gates and then something happened.
The seal went aflame and was disintegrated.
"Huh?"
He was surprised at what happened. He thought that the seal would make a resistance while sealing something from inside but it did not. It felt like the seal was on its last flight as it was touched.
Opening the gate, he saw a demon with horns. Jet Black miasma covered him and he was grinning. A barrier was put up and was hindering Rolan from going inside.
"Hello there young one!" he asked politely.
"Oh hello, who are you?" Rolan asked.
"I am the Demon King! The King of the Demon Lords and the Demon Empire, Reginald Arthurian! Muahahaha!" he chuckled.
"Oh I see, nice to meet you, can I leave now?"
"Hey, wait wait wait! I wanted to talk for a bit," He said.
"Okay sure, what is the topic?" Rolan asked.
"Anything, but let me tell you my story first. I am betrayed by my allies who sealed me here. This dungeon was the result of my mana seeping out and the dungeon's purpose was to suck me dry until I became a husk with an empty shell. Luckily I found you who I can talk to before I die," he said in a low voice.
"Hmmm, I see now. Wisdom King Solomon, how much storage space do we have?"
[Analyzing...finished]
[Ten by Ten cubic meters]
"I see it enough,"
"Wait, what will you do?" he asked.
"I will let your seal be destroyed from the inside. Rest assured, it will not be a matter of time before I will free you."
"I see, then you are under my care," he replied with a solemn tone, accepting his fate.
[Activate skill Devour]
[Yes] [No]
"Activate skill Devour! I select yes!"
After he devoured it whole, he felt a great difference.
[Huge mana surge detected]
[Assimilating it to the host]
[Host is ready for Evolution]
[Evolving.....]
[Mimic evolving to Humanoid Mimic]
[Evolution success!]
[Exclusive skill granted: Evolution, Class Mimicry, Analyze, Shapeshift Human]
"Analyze the barrier Solomon!"
[Affirmative!]