> D20 — Chronicles Of a Gambler > by Pachi > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > What Are The Odds? > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Fuck-*HIC*-ing hell…” I muttered to myself. I had just come home from a day at the casino. I had come in with 5 dollars as spending money, and almost left with 50000 if not for the casino invalidating my win due to “Dealers Mistake”... I grabbed my necklace and pulled it off. It was a dice, a D20 to be exact, from my late grandfather, who had died yesterday. With solid black iron body, and numbers carved into it in a fancy font “I Wonder how much I can pawn this off for…” I mumble to myself absentmindedly, before taking a swig from the bottle in my right hand and laying on the home couch I had sat on the remote and turned on the tv by accident. Turns out that there was a kids show on… who airs a kids show this late at night!? “It would *HIC* be nii~ce to live in a cartoon world… no taxes, no violence, no worries…” As i talked to myself, the idea seemed to grow more and more appealing, i then mutter something to myself “Norm-*HIC*-ally, heirlooms are super secret treasures that awaken into systems after conditions are met… well, in cultivation novels at least” i say without thinking, as i begin to smirk to myself “If i get a 20, then i get to go to that weird cartoon pony world” I say to myself, before throwing the dice onto the table in front of me… “20? Nice" I say to myself. My luck is usually so shitty, but that was nice… if only I could use this a few hours ago… I kept staring at the dice, waiting for something to happen. I take a swig of my booze “Should have expected thi-” i get interrupted by a flash of blue light, as i look down at the dice and see it beaming with a strange ethereal glow… before passing out “Ughh…. My fucking head, how much did i drink last night?” i say to absolutely no one, habitually reaching for my glasses on my bedside table… before feeling something brush up against my arm as i move it “Grass?” i say “Where the fuck am i?” i realise that my eyes are crystal clear, and putting a hand up to my face, i realise i slept with my glasses on… and without changing into more comfortable clothes, so im still stuck with a suit on I look at my hand… or rather hoof now and begin to freak out a little, before calming down and trying to think through this naturally… I try to recall anything about everything that happened yesterday And slowly, i start to piece together the parts “I got isekai'd? Into that kids horse show?” I felt a rush of unparalleled relief wash over me A world as comfortable as one that kids are meant to watch and observe, can't possibly be violent, so im safe… I think… I mean, why would anyone allow something violent on air for kids to watch, right?! “Anyway, so im a horse now, how very… ahh whatever, shouldn't i have a system or someth-” *BLIP* I hear a blipping sound, much like the sound arriving from a phone notification I look at the light blue panel that Just entered My vision [SP AVAILABLE: 0 {PHYSICAL} Jumping: 0 Speed: 0 Strength: 0 Vision: 0 Reflexes: 0 Willpower: 0 {SPECIAL} N/A] “Wow… how pitiful…” I try getting up awkwardly “Well this isn't that hard…” I said to myself. Well horses are born with the ability to walk, so it makes sense if I have the brain of the horse I should be able to instinctually walk, or rather, it's helping me learn to walk. Or at least that's what i assume, because then it wouldn't make sense how easy it is to walk “Why does everything look fucking giant?” I say, walking forward aimlessly The trees were massive around me, and the grass was so long it reached my knees… do horses have knees? “growl” I hear a snarl from behind me, and looky there, i spot a wolf… Wait a wolf? The wolf figure walked out from the shade of the trees and into my field of vision, as i see that it was made of… wood? Okay, thats not very normal Maybe I should've watched the show BEFORE accidentally wishing myself into it… I’ll do more research next time I get isekai’d via magical family heirloom “Uhh… good doggy?” i say, before it leaps forwards towards me I felt time stop Not figuratively, literally The world greyed as i stared at myself from a third person perspective I was a horse… wait a second, i don't really look like the horses from the show, my proportions were off slightly and i was overall much smaller… “weird…” I examine myself. My face looked oddly human for a horse, and surprisingly… feminine? Did I get genderbent? How many more cliches will there be? Anyway. I had long black hair mane with an orange tint, and a light pastel purple coat. As well as a marking on my ass. “D20?” It was the same D20 that sent me here… it was currently facing upward with 1 I could see my ass because my clothes were currently too big for my body, and had almost fallen off… The white dress shirt i had on also fit loosely… it looked kinda cute though to be honest Thankfully, my glasses still fit nicely on my face Looking over to the panel, I begin to read [Dodge “Timberwolf” Strike? Stat Used: Reflex. Need 12< ] A phrase entered my mind that i instinctively understood as some form of activation command… “...Roll for Reflex?” [D20+0] A dice appeared in front of me, looking exactly like the one on my ass… and it floated in the air, rolling [14] I felt time resume as my vision returned to first person, and I rolled out of the way. I stared at the ground that had come into contact with the Timberwolf's claw… And then i booked it What, you thought I was going to stay there and fight? I barely understand how this system works, I can't possibly use it to my advantage in this situation! Time stopped again [Run from “Timberwolf”? Stat Used: Speed. Need 15< ] “Roll for Speed” I Say instantly, i've begun to understand this system a bit…  [D20+0] The dice began to roll. [CRITICAL HIT! NAT 20] My pants had completely flung of my body at this point, only my crinkly, oversized, white dress shirt helping cover me, as i ran with all my might Each step seemed to flow into the next fluidly, as if it was rehearsed millions, no, billions of times I seemed to run at a speed completely impossible for me naturally I kept running and running and running, and before i knew it, I was out of the forest, but because i wasn't looking where i was going, i tripped on a rock on the ground and knocked myself out Yeah, not my proudest moment Time stopped yet again [Stay Conscious? Stat Used: Willpower. Need 13< ] “Roll for Willpower” spouting the activation phrase [D20+0] Its only a 13, right? Easy roll [CRITICAL MISS! NAT 1!] Fu-