I materialize back in the wasteland, gasping. My lungs still burns from the residue smoke with my broken body protesting in every movement, but fortunately I'm alive. Thanks to the penalty zone that saved me……..though barely, I'm able to get back with a renewed plan. And a new talent. The timer in my vision pulses urgently. [TIME REMAINING: FOUR HOURS, FORTY-SEVEN MINUTES.] Less than five hours to kill the titan. I need to hurry up and get it over with. Despite everything like fear and worrisome battling inside my mind, I'm feeling nothing more than adrenaline rushing all over me like water gushing out of a tap. I can't wait to try out my new toy. I need to find where to anchor it and hopefully, it will give me a chance destroy it to be able to defeat the messenger once and for all. I don't know if I have the time to learn how to be able to to use my new perfect talent of mine work. I only know how to summon but do I need another word to command them? I look at m

I land hard on the ground, legs shaking as I pant heavily. "I did it." and chuckle. "I really defeated it." Who would think that I will be capable of defeating an enemy as big as that? Like David facing Goliath, only that this one is twenty times bigger. My thaumaturgy stat hits zero and my undead vanish, dissolving back into shadow. The cores return to my spatial ring automatically. Silence falls across the battlefield. Then, from the walls, a sound. Clapping. It starts slow, then builds. Hundreds of people, mostly soldiers and protectors, all applauding. Cheering. Even the drones that fly above my head make noises that sound like celebration too. I look up and see Commander Hayes. And behind him are people coming up to take a sneak peek at me. Why are there more people here? Are civilians also among them? Shouldn't they be evacuated incase their city eventually fall? Guess they either overly trust their military or that they have the survival instinct of an ant. Two tra

Brixen steps forward, positioning himself between me and the reporter. His expression is calm and controlled like the corporate heir mask sliding into place. "That's a serious accusation," he says smoothly. "Perhaps you'd like to explain the symptoms of infection? The physical deterioration? The mental degradation? The fungal growth?" He gestures at me. "Do you see any of that on him?" The reporter doesn't flinch. His calmness is more unnerving than aggression would be. "I'm sure about the science. But perhaps you'd like to explain these." He produces a tablet, pressing play. Sienna's voice fills the hall: "I stab him in a fatal spot." "And which part of his body is that?" a male interviewer asked. "Right at his abdomen. I saw him drop dead cold on the floor. And made sure to confirm if he is truly dead by leaving his corpse there with the hopes that the infected will get him." "Why didn't you properly eliminate him?" "I wasn't close to anything that could light a fire

"I summon you all." The reporter watches in horror as my undead army materializes. I still have a few slots left so I awake the infected I've recently defeated, bringing my soldiers to a total of fifteen. Tier 6 infected rise from the shadows. They look like the bull I previously fought with but more primal and unpolished. I wonder how long I have left before my thaumaturgy is completely drained. The system pops up, showing me how much time I have left. [SOLDIERS SUMMONED: 15/15] [TOTAL SOLDIERS: 15/15] [THAUMATURGY DRAIN: 76/100] [TIME REMAINING: 56 MINUTES LEFT] Fifty-six minutes. That should be enough to finish this. If I'm able to level up to at least nineteen, then I can have more slots for more soldiers before I completely run out of time. "Fight," I command, pointing at the charging tier 6 horde. My undead soldiers clash with the hostile ones with my strongest ones doing the most damage. The Hive Queen uses her serpentine body to coil around thre

I have no clue what I'm going to do. I pace in my sitting room, so many thoughts racing through my head as I wonder how I'll go about it. There's so much I need to know about this next messenger. Where it's coming from? What it looks like? What I should be wary of it? I stare at the rolled tight dormant scroll, wondering what other important information it would have given me if I have access to them. "Uurok, How does it look?" There's no reply. "At least tell me where it is now?" Still nothing. "Uurok!" My voice echoes in the empty room. "Answer me!" The system doesn't respond. It doesn't even flicker. I grit my teeth hard enough to hurt. How am I supposed to plan against something I know nothing about? The first messenger was pure luck. I barely even survived that. And now, another one it on its way. I don't even know if it's stronger than the previous one. Is it also as huge as the first one? Or as tiny as an ant? So many unanswered questions keeps po