He turned to Proctor who flinched backwards a foot.

  “Don't think this is over. That guy doesn't get a fucking penny till I speak to my lawyers.”

  Mr Proctor shook his head slowly.

  “It's already done Mr Flint the will has been setup so that if you or anyone contests it they lose anything that was bequeathed them.” Cayson shook with rage and spun around stomping out of the boardroom.

  “Fucksake! This isn't the end, mark my words.”

  Lucas just sat nonplussed and gazed around the now empty room. Empty all but for him and Mr Proctor.

  “Fuck me.”

  He looked up at the lawyer and grimaced.

  “Could you show me to the loo? I'm not feeling so good.”

  Mr Proctor nodded sympathetically.

  Lucas sat on the plushest loo in the most lavishly decorated W C he'd ever seen in his life and sighed.

  “Fuck me.” ￡300.000.000.

  He shook his head and tried to gather himself. As he stood up and exited the cubicle, the main door to the W C slammed opened and a raging Cayson stormed in holding a tire iron. His eyes lit up as he spotted Luke and spat out. “Steal my money would you!? After all my hard work with you just sitting at home playing video games on your computer as I slaved away!? well think again you sniveling piece of shit!”

  Luke stared blankly, frozen in terror as Cayson raised his fist clutching the tire iron and brought it down on him. Luke blindly tried to dodge, tried to raise his hands in defence but he was too slow. Way, way to slow. There was a crunch. Like the crunch of an egg being broken open or a porous rock splitting, then a splat like a stone dropped in thick mud. Then a blinding light and a pain so severe his whole body convulsed. Then the lights went out and he felt no more.

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  There was a crash and what felt like drift wood collapsing around him and Luke looked up to see a furious Atticus Flint raging like a lunatic dressed in what looked like a robe stolen from a harry potter film. Then suddenly there was a massive piercing light as an agonizing pain shot through his head. His whole body convulsed and he felt his bowels loosen as he projectile vomited towards Atticus. Then with a blissful release he fell into unconsciousness.

  Atticus lurched backwards as the drunken wretch exploded out of both ends and cursed. He was sure he'd felt the soul spirit flowing in this direction but now it was fading. Those damnable mages had held him up just long enough and now he was going to loose everything! He cursed and ran in the direction he'd last felt the spirit flow.

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  Luke awoke in darkness. He could smell the vomit, urine and fecal matter he was smothered in. He was pretty much covered in the stuff and he stank. He looked around as he touched his head. It still ached like a Mo Fo but he couldn't feel any damage. His mind drew back as memories of his cousin going insane and attacking him with a freaking tire iron flooded Luke's head.

  He saw movement in the corner of his vision and turned his head to get a better view. A child, skinny to the point of emaciation was curled up in a tight ball. She was wearing what looked like sack cloth and she held a tattered teddy bear. one of it's eyes was falling off and it was missing an ear. There were tears in its fabric which seemed to made of the same sack cloth the child was wearing. She was tiny, not more than what? 5..ish? What the hell? Why was she out here on her own? He looked around at the ramshackle shelter.

  The Atticus lookalike had trashed the joint as he raged through it in search of god knows what. Something wasn't right. Scratch that, a whole lot of things weren't right. His cousin had smashed his head in with a tire iron but there was no damage, there was pain. loads of it, enough that he could barely move. Second. He felt so weak just moving made him feel ill but his side the one enduring pain for the last twenty years wasn't there. He checked. Slowly moving his hands around his hip. Nothing. It was as if it was fully healed. But how? And he was so slim, not an ounce of fat on him. There was a faded blinking in the top right of his vision he'd originally thought was from the head injury but it didn't pulse with his heart beat, it was slower but constant. As he focused on it he stiffened as a blue screen erupted in front of him.

  STATS

  LUCAS FLINT

  RACE: HUMAN

  LEVEL: 0

  HEALTH : 2 OF 10

  STAMINA: 1 OF 10

  MANA: 10 OF10

  “Oh my fucking god I've been Isekaied!”

  A giggle tried to burst out of him but he tamped it down. A few hours ago he had become a multi millionaire. Then he'd been murdered Just minutes after making it rich and now he was where? His screen, now gone hadn't said, he checked again. Nothing, just a few stats that said he was just about as low as you could go without dying. Fair enough really as he had just come back from the dead.

  He stifled another giggle.

  OK stat's are shit. Did he have a change of clothes? Any cash? He thought for a second trying to visualize. 'INVENTORY.'

  A screen popped up and another thrill coursed through him. That damped down almost immediately when he saw no boxes just a list of what he was wearing

  INVENTORY:

  SOILED RAGS. 1

  That was it. No sign of money, no weapons nothing.

  “Shit the bed. This totally sucks donkey balls.”

  He thought for a second. His head still spinning, the ache actually getting worse not better and despite his desperate need to get clean and sort everything out his body was utterly wiped out. He felt himself drift off as the thought he should have tried to pull up a map leaked into his mind. Too late though as fatigue pulled him under before he could do anything about it.

  Luke blinked as a sharp ray of light spiked into his brain. He winced and turned his head away. He saw the child now awake but still curled up tight and hugging the bedraggled teddy. He groaned and tried to smile but caught a whiff of himself and grimaced instead. He glanced at the child.

  “Hey kid do you know somewhere I could wash up? Me, my clothes?”

  The child eyed him a moment and probably decided it was in her best interest to get him cleaned up, or at least out of her shelter. She got up without a word and shuffled away head down. Luke got up on tremblingly weak legs and tottered after her.

  STATS

  LUCAS FLINT

  RACE: HUMAN

  LEVEL: 0

  HEALTH : 5 OF 10

  STAMINA: 2 OF 10

  MANA: 10 OF10