2025-08-01 03:53:50The faint glow of the moon descended upon the chaos brewing around the encampment.
The soldiers could be seen spread out in a defensive formation in front of the encampment. Geared in steel armor and clutching their swords, they were prepared for battle. Further away from them, emerging from the woods, were corrupted humans numbering up to almost a hundred, letting out low and horrifying bestial growls as they approached the frightened soldiers. The sheer appearance of these creatures caught the attention of William, sending thrills of horror drifting through his body as he observed them more closely. The corrupted humans had the same height and body structure as normal humans. But they differed in many horrifying ways. They had very pale green skin, reminding William of zombies in movies. However, unlike slow, staggering zombies, these corrupted humans were pretty fast. They also had glowing red eyes that shone with evil and bloodlust. William could not help but shiver upon meeting their evil gaze. Their mouths had elongated fangs resembling those of vampires but a few centimeters longer. Their hands ended in long, razor‑sharp claws. They were nothing short of terrifying, especially for William, who had just witnessed them for the first time. "Attack!!" Unfortunately, he was not given enough time to keep his emotions under control as the soldiers sounded a battle cry and clashed with the corrupted humans. GROWL! GROWL! The low, bestial growls of the corrupted humans intensified as they clashed with the humans. They moved really fast, swinging their claws against the soldiers’ weapons. Each opportunity they got, they lunged their fangs at the soldiers’ necks to try and feed on their flesh, killing them in the process. William stood behind for a few seconds to observe the strength and attack pattern of the corrupted humans. He witnessed two soldiers being bitten and stabbed to death by the menacing corrupted humans. A minute passed, William bravely brandished his sword and rushed into the battlefield, having observed the attack pattern of the corrupted humans. He rushed to the area with a lower number of corrupted humans. SWING! He swung his sword at the neck of the closest one. CLANG! The corrupted human easily blocked the attack utilizing its right claw and sent its left claw stabbing towards William's stomach. "Shit!" William cursed as he rapidly moved his body sideways to evade the incoming stab. TEAR! He was able to avoid being stabbed, but his uniform was torn in the process. William retrieved his sword and moved back a little to create a small distance between his foe. The corrupted human, on the other hand, refused to let him go and closed the distance right away before he could even settle down and prepare for another attack. Its hands were outstretched in a clutching pose, and its mouth was wide open, revealing its sharp fangs and rotten mouth. It was trying to have a bite of his flesh. William gritted his teeth and clutched his sword even tighter before stabbing towards the chest. Fortunately, he was able to deal a neat, precise stab on his foe. The sound and sensation of his blade stabbing through the rotten flesh was a confirmation of his action. "Huh?" Unfortunately, he forgot something really crucial—the corrupted humans are just like zombies, and zombies do not feel pain or die unless their heads are bashed into meat paste or detached from their bodies! The corrupted human remained standing perfectly fine seconds after the stab. The only good side was that it halted its attack a little bit and gazed at the blade stabbing through its body. It didn't even give off a single reaction of pain. It looked back up and met the bewildered gaze of the hero, and a dark glint sparked in its eyes as it let out a furious growl, making a move with its claw. William took the blade out as fast as he could and took several quick steps back, losing balance in the process and falling to the ground. He cussed at his shitty luck and crawled back as fast as he could before getting back on his feet and aiming another attack at his foe, who had its head a few inches away from him. Luckily, he landed a precise cut this time, the corrupted human’s head landed on the ground with a thump, followed by its headless body. [ You've slayed X1 corrupted human, EXP +12 ] [ You've successfully slayed your first foe, EXP +10 ] Two system prompts appeared before his retina. William gasped for breath after his tedious fight was concluded. GROWL! Another corrupted human approached him, stepping over the corpse of its dead colleague. William cussed his predicament and swung into attack once more. With the lesson he learnt from fighting the first one, he knew exactly what to do with his second foe. The battle around him was getting even more intense by the second. Cries of pain and victory mixed with bestial growls and constant clashes of metal and claws resounded across the battlefield. Each minute, more soldiers died, compared to the corrupted humans who easily overpowered the battlefield with their inability to feel pain, rendering them unstoppable. William noticed that the soldiers were making the same mistake as him, stabbing and slashing at the foes, not considering their inability to feel pain. He quickly warned. "Decapitate them, forget other useless attacks!" There were several questions amongst the soldiers but none of them dared question him. They switched their attacks to only aiming for the neck of their opponent and it worked wonders. [ You've contributed to the knowledge of the soldiers and improved their survival rate, EXP +28 ] [ Level up! ] [ Level 0 ----> Level 1 ] [ First level up achieved, 23 EXP ]
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The wind was soft that morning. It carried the smell of grass and dust, a quiet sign that peace had truly returned. William stood on top of a hill that overlooked the small suburb he called home. The golden light of the rising sun stretched across the houses, painting the roofs and fields in a warm glow. For once, there was no smoke, no screams, and no blood. Just the sound of birds singing again after so long. He stood still for a while, watching the world breathe. It was finally over. The long fights, the missions, the endless running from one battlefield to another — everything was done. The people were safe. The demons were gone. The cities were waking up again. He took a deep breath, his chest rising slowly, his heart beating steady and calm. It felt strange. The quiet was unfamiliar, almost too peaceful for someone who had lived so long in chaos. He looked down at his hands. There were still faint scars on them — reminders of every world he had touched, every sou
LS: 165
The crimson storm tore through the sky like a wound that refused to close. Thunder rolled over the mountains, and the air rippled with burning energy that made the skin crawl. William stood before the dark gate of Seredane, the ruins trembling under the weight of what was about to come. Behind him, Lena and Orion steadied their weapons, their faces pale from exhaustion but burning with the same resolve that had carried them this far. The world felt alive—breathing, watching, waiting. The ground cracked beneath their feet as the first blast of dark energy exploded from the storm above. It struck the mountain, throwing debris into the air. Through the raging wind, shapes began to descend—massive silhouettes with wings like torn shadows and eyes that burned a deep, unholy red. The Demon Lords had arrived. There were seven of them, each one a towering presence that bent the very world around them. Their aura was enough to turn stone to dust and make the clouds twist unnaturall
LS: 164
The wind over the Whispering Peaks was sharp and cold. It howled across the cliffs like a ghost that had forgotten how to rest. William, Lena, and Orion moved slowly through the rising mist, their boots crunching against the icy stone. The journey had drained them. The mountain air was thin, and the fog here was not normal—it felt alive, whispering faint voices that tugged at their minds. They had been walking for hours. “Are we close?” Lena asked, her voice weak but steady. William nodded slightly. “Almost. The ruins should be right beyond that ridge.” He could feel it—the strange pull that had started ever since that mysterious figure appeared at the campfire. The closer they got, the stronger it became. It wasn’t painful, just heavy, like something ancient was watching from beneath the surface of the world. The path narrowed as they climbed higher. Broken pillars jutted from the ground like bones. Strange markings glowed faintly across the rocks, pulsing in rhythm with
LS: 163
The wind carried the heavy scent of blood and burning oil across the charred plains. William stood on a mound of blackened soil, the red sky splitting with thunder as he gazed toward the ruins of the once-mighty fortress of Thal’Grim. His sword, slick with ash and crimson, hummed softly — almost like it was breathing. Behind him, his allies regrouped, battered and panting. Lena’s bowstring was snapped, her arm trembling as she tried to tie it again. Orion leaned on his spear, face pale, veins pulsing faintly with traces of demonic energy. “Are we done here?” Lena asked, voice rough and hoarse. William’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the smoldering horizon. “Not yet.” From the shadows of the fallen fortress, a figure emerged. Cloaked in tattered robes, its steps slow and deliberate, the ground beneath its feet seared with each movement. A faint smile curled beneath the hood. “Impressive,” the voice drawled, smooth and venomous. “You’ve slain hundreds of my kin. Tell me, human… how l
LS: 162
The valley still smoked from the war that had nearly shattered the heavens. Charred soil stretched for miles, rivers of ash cutting through the land where forests once stood. The wind carried the scent of iron, burnt earth, and something heavier—the echo of death. William sat at the edge of a cliff, staring down at what used to be a city. The ruins were silent, and beneath the silence lay stories he didn’t have the strength to unearth. His armor was gone. His shirt was torn. Blood painted his arm, dry and crusted, yet he barely felt it. Mirabel sat beside him, her right arm wrapped in a bandage. Her face was pale, her hair a tangled mess. But her eyes—though tired—still glowed faintly with life. Neither spoke for a long time. The only sound was the distant crumble of stone as a tower gave in to gravity. Finally, Mirabel broke the silence. “You could’ve died,” she said softly. William didn’t look at her. “I know.” “You should have died,” she pressed. “That thing kille
LS: 161
The sun rose weakly over the shattered plains of Aerth. Its light broke through the smoke and fog, painting the ruins with gold that struggled to reach the ground. The air still smelled of ash and old blood. William stood at the edge of the broken valley where the final battle had ended. His sword was sheathed on his back, though its blade had long since lost its glow. He didn’t need its light anymore — not for this. Behind him, the survivors of the resistance gathered slowly. Mirabel stood among them, her right arm still bandaged, her movements slower than before but her spirit unbroken. Around her were the remnants of the human fighters who had lived through the long war against the demons. They had lost homes, families, entire cities — yet they were still standing. For a long moment, none of them spoke. The silence was sacred, heavy with memory. William finally turned to face them. “It’s over,” he said simply. The words fell like stones into still water. Some lowered th
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