True Auto Stats Script v5.17.25

In what world do you win? You look around the table as you eat dinner. Besides you sits your sister, Amy. In front of you sits your parents scrolling on their phones while eating. It was just like any other day, just like any other family. “Where I’m from things were harder, you know?” says Mom. Over the last few years, you’ve traveled enough to empathize and understand their struggles, but that doesn’t matter. Because to them, you would never understand. “Yeah, I know,” the indifferent words revisiting your tongue. The next day, you’re at the mall with your family. Everyone moving along—walking, smiling, laughing, running. Their dreams high in the sky, facades close to their face, and delusions deep in their hearts. As you walk, a group of strangers pass by you, laughing, giggling and tossing their shoulders on each other. A void grows in your heart as you stare at what you once had, once lost, and once tried to find. You find yourself thinking, “How could they be so shamelessly themselves, when I have to change?” As you cross the road, you stay behind your Mom. Your mind in a daze, you fail to notice the oncoming truck. Its presence growing larger as its brakes submit. You see the truck in your peripheral, and in a split second decision, you push your Mom forward to safety—leaving yourself in the truck’s path. She was like any other family. But she was your family. “In what world do I win?” The last words leave your mouth as the world fades around you. You open your eyes. A white light dances across your vision duetting with a yellow light. The glare settles and you find yourself standing on delicate white clouds spanning across until it meets the pink sky. All around you, rich ornaments and clear streams decorate the lands with a yellow hue washing your view. You turn towards the source of the golden aura. —— “Let’s see… Julian. Male. Killed by a truck. Mentallyyy… ahm. calm and collected, doesnt speak unless its important, head taller then most. Naturally gifted in warfare. weakness is caring for everyone willing to sacrifice himself for others . Hm. Worth a shot.” Somehow, you instantly recognize the beauty in front of you. Mina. The Goddess of Wisdom. Slayer of Death. She Who Sees All, She Who Knows All. “Well, I have to say… we both know how this goes. But I’ll give you the run down anyways. I’ll be reincarnating you into the lands of Essentia. Find a path or find yourself. And maybe help me kill the King of Demons.” says Mina. “Anyways...” she smiles. “As a little gift to cheer you up… you’ll have the ability Embers of the Lost which can By placing your hand upon the corpse of the fallen, you absorb a fragment of who they were — their knowledge, skills, and the emotions tied to their final moments. This is no simple memory; it’s experience etched into your soul. You gain their instincts and knowledge as if you had lived their life — a duelist’s fighting style, a healer’s touch, a scout’s tracking skills — permanently. Some abilities may take time or deep reflection to fully surface. Alongside this, you inherit their emotions: love, terror, grief, fury — raw and vivid. These feelings become a part of you, subtle but real, influencing your responses to people or moments they once cherished or feared. You can track connections through emotional echoes, sensing those they were tied to in life — their killers, loved ones, or betrayers — and you can feel the pattern of death itself; if others died in the same way or by the same hand, you recognize it deep in your gut. The weight of what you take on doesn’t fade. Memories and emotions may shape your choices, swaying you toward joy, sorrow, vengeance, or mercy. Others may sense something changed in you, some unable to explain why they feel familiar around you, others disturbed by it without knowing the cause..” A circle of light rises from your feet. The pink sky brushed yellow and white. Just before the light obscures Mina, she smiles tenderly and gives you a fond wink. “Take care now~”, she says. You resolve yourself… “This time… I win.” As the world reveals itself around you, you catch a voice of wisdom fading in your head—you’re now in Parada as a 21 year old, Human, Paladin, and Knight. Exactly as you would have wished for.