Liam was still reeling from the memories he'd inherited from his body's previous owner (also named Liam). He was also shocked about his system. He'd heard transmigrators typically got a system, but he'd read that systems were usually to give the transmigrator a small boost in their new world, not something as insane as doubling stats. Although, now that he thought about it, his system didn't double all his stats, just his talent. Oh well. Better than nothing.
He looked around his tiny room, there weren't any pictures on the tattered wallpaper. There were a few holes in the walls but none of them looked to go all the way through. Good. Liam didn't want to see his 'new' father right now. He didn't want to be discovered as a fraud. Even though he got the gist of his situation from the system, he still wasn't completely sure how to act in front of his father. He figured that it may be beneficial to cower, since men like that like to feel powerful, especially over weak people like him. One day, he reasoned, he'd be able to get back at his father for all the grief he'd given to Liam, and mostly his body's previous owner.
Liam wasn't sure what to do next, he'd just transmigrated. From a horrible world to an even worse one. There were monsters called Unseen here, he'd learned from his memories. Transcendents like him lived to kill the Unseen, but the monsters were, as their namesake stated, unseen. They couldn't be seen by anyone below A rank and couldn't be sensed by anyone below B rank, in other words... him. The Unseen had wiped out over 500 billion people in the past 500 years of this world leaving only 50 million left, scattered across the planet. Wait... 500 billion people? That number seemed a little bit large to Liam. He quickly closed his eyes, scanning through his memories. Wait... the world is ten times larger than my past world?! "How is that possible?" he wondered aloud.
If the world is 10x larger than my previous Earth, then 50 million people populating its surface is abysmally low. With only 5% of them being Transcendents and less than 0.001% of them being above A rank, humanity seemed to be hanging on to survival by a string of atoms. One wrong move could lead to them all being wiped out by the Unseen. And that wasn't even the worst of it. The worst part was, even though there were only slightly more than 2 million Transcendents overall, some of them still sided with the Unseen, causing chaos among the human race. To Liam that didn't really make any sense, because they'd all be dead if the Unseen succeeded in wiping them out. So helping out the Unseen = death. He didn't understand how anyone could be so stupid, but then again, he'd just woken up in this world. Maybe they knew something that he didn't.
Liam had had enough sitting around, so he decided to get dressed and go do some investigative journalism, or in other words... exploring. He quickly located his dresser about two meters away at the foot of his bed. It was more like a single drawer with a couple sweats and shirts in it. He couldn't see any socks or shoes anywhere but maybe they were kept somewhere else? Being ever so careful to not touch the bug infested floor, he pulled open the dresser drawer. He got it just far enough to wiggle some baggy dark blue sweats and a black T-shirt out, then shut it again. In doing so however, he got a notification.
<1/5,000Power>
Calculating...
Final Stats:
<1/5,000 Power>
<67,617/5,000,000 Talent>
Liam reacted the only way he knew how. "Holy fuck." After sitting in shock for a few minutes. He laughed silently to himself, "Maybe fighting the Unseen will come faster than I thought." He had no idea how right he was.
Unfortunately for Liam, he didn't like to kill. He didn't take joy in killing, and he most certainly, did not seek it out. He would not seek it out. Whether or not it raised his stats. Liam didn't care. His previous life was one where he was constantly being bullied for being poor and weak and there was no way that he was planning on bringing those same bullying ideals to his new world.
Putting those thoughts aside, Liam finished putting on his clothes. Still no socks, but he wouldn't let that stop him. He softly, and carefully began stepping across his bug-infested wooden floor towards his door. He could hear his father in his own bedroom, likely high on Pound, since he could hear and feel a low rumbling throughout the house. He opened the door, careful to avoid opening it too far to where it squeaked. That would most likely wake his father from his stupor and draw his strengthened ire onto Liam.
The floor past Liam's room was, unsurprisingly, disgusting. There were old food containers, and soda cans littered throughout the house, bugs and spiders crawling through them. There was the unmistakable odor of whiskey permeating the house, likely from his father's excessive drinking when he didn't have access to Pound. Liam crept through the mess, careful not to step on anything that would make a loud sound. There was a single moment where he thought he was about to die... he'd shifted a soda can which had caused the collapse of a small pile of trash, but after freezing for a few moments, everything seemed to be okay. As he made it to the door he finally understood why there were no socks in his room.
Right before the main door there was a single step down, and just behind the step were wooden clogs. Old shoes, appearing like flip flops, made out of hard but polished wood and with a single thin piece running from the toe side, to the heel side on the bottom of the shoe. It was quite thin, causing Liam to envision himself falling over when walking with them. And next to the clogs were socks, a hole load of them, rolled up, tied together, and filled with what appeared to be flour. Liam decided that his father must've done something to them and decided to give up on the idea of having socks for his walk. He put on the clogs and took a couple steps forward. Something that seemed like it would be hard, actually turned out surprisingly easy. Liam was able to balance on the clogs well, and he slowly moved towards the door as he felt them out a little more. They seemed a little big for him but he shrugged off his concerns and kept moving forward. He pushed open the door revealing the shining sun outside. He took a deep breath, prepared to face the world... and the world exploded.