The funeral ritual lasted for about four hours, the tradition of the soldiers required them to stand and watch their comrades burn until there was nothing left except ash.
There were just a few hours left before morning when the funeral finally concluded. Everyone retired to their tents to rest and prepare for their journey towards the dark island. King Julian instructed them to get as much rest as they could over the next four hours to mentally and physically prepare themselves for the arduous journey ahead. Before leaving for his own tent, he did not forget to personally display his gratitude to William for his help. “Without your help, more of my soldiers would've lost their lives to those abnormalities. Thank you, William.” William responded with a smile and nod, then shook his hand before both of them retired to their tents. Reaching his tent, William summoned his character status to check his new stats. ------------- Name - William Ashworth HP -97% MP - N/A ( Unlock mana at Lvl 10 ) Level - 3 (183/330) Legacy Order: 0 Title - N/A Blessing - N/A STATS Strength - 25 Defense - 25 Agility - 27 Luck - 4 Unassigned points - 6 SKILLS Swordmaster Lv 1 INVENTORY --------------- William studied his character status calmly, and a frown quickly appeared on his face. “Strength, defense, and agility went up by 15 points after going up three levels, this means I gain 5 points automatically for each of those stats after each level up. But luck only rose by one point? Why?” First, his luck stats came out really low, and now even after leveling up thrice, they only went up by a single point compared to the other stats. “I have unassigned points, I should improve my luck with the ones I have now.” Saying this, he clicked on the unassigned points, and (+) symbols immediately appeared behind each stat, of course, except luck. “Fuck! I can't even increase my luck with unassigned points.” William did not know how to feel at this moment, knowing he had shitty luck with a slow improvement rate and his inability to increase it using unassigned points. He was so confused he had to make an inquiry to the system. [Strength, Defense, and Agility are primary stats, they gain 5 points each after every level up and can be upgraded using your unassigned stat points. Luck, however, is a secondary stat with a shlperr The answer he got only made everything worse. “One point after two level ups is not growth at all!” William lamented, he asked the system if there was any way he could improve his luck. [All stats, including luck, can be increased permanently with special skills, blessings, or titles.] Seeing the system response, William finally let out a long sigh and closed his character status. He went back to the desk to resume studying the scroll he was about to read before chaos broke loose. Most of the information about this scroll contained the journey so far, the route they had taken, the dangers they faced on the way, how many soldiers were killed, and other minor details. William spent about five more minutes reading before retiring to bed to rest. WHISTLE! A loud, estranged whistling sound vibrated across the encampment as morning finally arrived. William was woken up by the strange whistling sound that sounded like nothing he had ever heard before. “What the heck was that?” William wiped the sweat that had gathered on his forehead with his hand as he rose up from the bed, feeling a little worn out. Apparently, four hours of sleep wasn't able to wash away the stress from last night's battle. William walked lazily down to the desk, he took the scrolls and stored them inside his inventory before strolling out of the tent. He was immediately greeted with the calm and radiant glow of the morning sun hanging on the peaceful, bright morning sky, a deep contrast to the chaotic, dark night that had just ended. The soldiers were already awakened, some could be seen taking down the tents, while others gathered dried wood and set up fire to prepare breakfast. “Good morning, hero.” “How did you sleep, hero?” “Did you have enough rest?” They all turned their heads in his direction, waved, and greeted him with bright smiles. From their faces, one could easily tell how happy they were to be able to see a new morning like this. William waved back at them while his eyes observed his surroundings, he noticed several horses and carriages stationed at the back of the encampment that he had missed last night due to darkness. He also noticed something really strange. 'There are no corrupted human corpses?' William was confused. Except the footprints and dents on the encampment ground, nothing else could be seen of the battle that took place last night. “Excuse me, what happened to all the corrupted human corpses from last night?” William called one of the soldiers and asked curiously. The soldier understood his curiosity, he smiled and explained gently. “Corrupted humans are creatures of the night. They cannot endure natural light, sunlight, or any form of divine light that sears their flesh and erases them from existence.” Thanks to this explanation, William was finally able to understand the reason behind most of the reports he left last night. It only mentioned that corrupted humans only attacked at night and that those who were killed by the corrupted humans would end up becoming one after twenty-four hours. There was no mention of their inability to endure sunlight. Unfortunately, corrupted humans were not the only danger mentioned in the reports, there were also cases of wild beast attacking and bandits trying to kidnap the king and steal their resources. After receiving the explanation, he thanked the soldier and began strolling towards the royal tent. He needed to discuss more about today's journey with King Julian. “Welcome, His Majesty is already awaiting your visit.” The soldier guarding the entrance of the royal tent greeted and escorted him inside. Inside, King Julian, Osborne, and one other person, a huge middle-aged soldier wearing a different kind of armor from the other soldiers, could be seen discussing amongst themselves as they traced lines on a map on the table in their middle. William was welcomed warmly by the three. “I am Captain Theobald, I'm in charge of the men outside.” The new guy introduced himself and shook hands with William. “Nice,” William replied plainly, communication wasn't actually his forte. Theobald smiled and led him to the map and began explaining to him. “There are five significant landmarks from Muzez Kingdom to the dark island, we've successfully crossed the first two landmarks and we're about to complete the third landmark which is this Darkwood forest we're currently dwelling at. Once we're done with this landmark, we would reach the feared bridge of the south.” Theobald went on for minutes explaining the map, Osborne and Julian also chimed in often to make certain points clearer. Thanks to his little geographical knowledge from earth, understanding the map reading wasn't that difficult. In less than an hour, they were done discussing. Around the same time, breakfast was served. William ate with the three, the meal comprised of roasted meat and vegetables soups. Although they lacked certain ingredients, it was still pretty delicious and enjoyable considering it was prepared in the middle of nowhere. Breakfast ended. Everyone made their last preparation to resume their journey. The tent was taken down and folded. Osborne brought out a small brown leather pouch and stored the entire tent in it, shocking William. He did not need an explanation to understand that the bag was similar to storage artifacts in novels. A few minutes passed and the journey began!
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The air was thick and heavy, pressing down like an unseen weight. Every breath burned slightly in the lungs, filled with the foul taste of decay and smoke. The thick white fog rolled endlessly, stretching in every direction until it swallowed the horizon. William moved silently at the front, his boots crunching over shattered glass and damp soil. His grip on the sword was steady, its blade faintly glowing under the dense mist.Behind him, the group followed—Brandon with his rifle slung across his chest, jaw tight with frustration; Anita, the sniper, her sharp eyes scanning the hazy edges even though the fog limited her view to barely ten meters. The air was eerily quiet now, far too quiet compared to the chaos that had consumed the last few hours.The death of Yuan still hung in their chests like a heavy anchor.William hadn’t said a word since they buried what remained of him behind a broken wall near the wrecked helicopter. The man had sacrificed himself to save Anita, pushing her o
LS: 101
The air had grown heavy after Yuan’s death.The fog pressed down on everything — a dull gray that swallowed the light and dimmed every sound except the faint echoes of the distant whistle that had stolen his life.No one spoke for a while.William stood silently beside the fallen pilot’s body, his sword resting against the ground, the faint glow from its blade fading slowly into the mist. Around him, the others gathered with downcast eyes.Brandon clenched his fists tightly. His veins bulged under his skin, his jaw set so hard that it seemed it could crack. Anita sat on the ground beside Yuan, her hands stained with his blood, her face pale and motionless.Victoria wiped her tears but they kept returning. The twins stood together, shivering quietly, afraid to look at anyone.The silence dragged on.It was William who finally broke it.“We can’t stay here,” he said, his voice calm but cold. “This fog isn’t still. It moves with purpose.”Brandon looked up. “You’re saying it’s alive?”Wi
LS: 100
The fog pulsed again — thick waves of crimson light flickering through it like the heartbeat of some colossal beast. The air grew heavy, almost suffocating.The monsters that had been approaching now burst fully from the haze — grotesque silhouettes twisting in ways that no human body ever could. Their eyes gleamed red, their claws longer, their growls deeper and sharper than before.The whistle came again.A piercing sound that made the air quiver and the ground shake beneath their feet.As it echoed through the ruins, the monsters suddenly jerked violently, their muscles bulging, veins glowing faintly as if molten blood flowed beneath their rotting flesh.“Get ready!” William shouted.Before the words even finished leaving his mouth, the horde rushed forward.The first one leapt through the fog and crashed into Brandon, knocking him backward with force far greater than before. His weapon slipped from his grasp as he slammed into a wrecked car.“Brandon!” Victoria screamed, raising h
LS: 99
The team advanced deeper into the city, boots splashing through puddles of filthy water mixed with blood and ash. The air grew colder the further they went, and the fog seemed to thicken, pressing against their faces like damp, invisible hands. The silence that followed the battle was eerie — not peaceful, but expectant, as though something in the mist was watching.William led the formation again, his sword faintly glowing in the pale haze. His steps were measured, deliberate. The others followed quietly, weapons raised and alert. Every alley they passed was dark and twisted, filled with collapsed cars, shattered glass, and bloodied handprints streaked across walls.“Keep your spacing,” William said in a low voice, scanning their surroundings. “If anything happens, watch for my signal.”Brandon grunted, holding his metal pipe tightly. “You think we’re heading into another swarm?”“Probably,” William replied without looking back. “But something’s different about this place. Be ready
LS: 98
The helicopter descended slowly, its blades chopping through the dense fog that enveloped the city like a living shroud. The moment the landing skids touched the cracked concrete, a wave of unease rolled through the team. Every gust of wind carried muffled shrieks and growls, echoing from the buildings ahead. The fog was thick, almost swallowing the city whole. Visibility barely extended a few meters, and every shadow seemed to twitch as though it were alive.William stepped down first, his boots crunching on the scattered debris beneath. The cold, damp air smelled of decay and smoke. He took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the murky surroundings with practiced precision.“Stick close,” William said calmly, his voice carrying just enough authority for the others to obey instinctively. “Fog is thick. Visibility is low. Move carefully but keep tight formation.”Brandon and Anita flanked him, weapons raised. Yuan stayed with the aircraft, keeping a steady hand on the controls in case t
LS: 97
The helicopter soared higher into the pale morning sky. Below it stretched a world broken beyond recognition — a graveyard of metal, smoke, and silence.William sat by the window, watching the horizon blur past. From this height, the ruins of the once-living cities looked like scars across the earth. Black smoke still rose from collapsed buildings, and roads were split wide open as though the ground itself had groaned in agony.No matter how many times he looked down, it never felt real. It was as if the whole world had died overnight, leaving only chaos behind.Beside him, Brandon stared through the opposite window, his jaw tight. “Hard to believe this was once home,” he muttered, his deep voice breaking the stillness in the cabin.Anita, seated near the front, adjusted her scope and looked down through it, her sharp eyes scanning the destroyed land. “You can still see them,” she said softly. “The monsters.”William leaned closer to the window.Down below, chaos unfolded like a night
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