2026-03-19 19:20:15The air was dense with the metallic scent of spent gunpowder and blood as Adrian Richardson, flanked by his summoned Knights, descended another floor of the tower. His boots echoed against broken tiles, each step calculated, deliberate. The flashing lights above barely held off the growing dark shadows moving along the walls.
"Clear," Alpha 3 announced, his M4 Carbine sweeping left to right.
Adrian nodded, eyes sharp. “Move on. Keep formation tight.”
As they passed through each floor, Adrian's system interface flickered with new information. His attention drifted to two tabs he'd previously ignored: Vampire Encounters and Basic Survival Guide.
[Vampire Encounter Updated: Variant Identified – PAWN]
A new entry materialized in the digital bestiary. Adrian paused at the top of a stairwell and brought it into focus.
[PAWN
Low-tier Vampire Class
Agile, aggressive, hive-minded. Weakness: decapitation or cranial destruction.
Behavior: Predatory and relentless. Fast movers.
Classification: Urban Infestation Level 2.]
“Figures,” Adrian muttered. “Underworld vampires, not Walking Dead shamblers. Great.”
Alpha 2 turned to him. “Sir?”
“Nothing. Just confirming what we're up against,” Adrian replied, eyes narrowing. “Shoot the damn heads. Torso shots only slow them down.”
As for the Basic Survival Guide, it was a treasure trove—a scavenged collection of pre-apocalypse internet guides, now converted into an offline document. Topics ranged from barricading techniques to makeshift weapons, even mental health tips for surviving long-term isolation.
[Entry: Psychological Decline after Prolonged Combat Exposure – Mitigation Tips]
“Useful,” Adrian muttered. “System’s got a twisted sense of preparedness.”
“Sir, civilians,” Alpha 5 pointed out as a nearby door creaked open. A trembling man in his late thirties peeked out.
“Are… are you military?” the man asked, eyes hopeful, clinging to a woman and two children behind him.
Adrian didn’t break stride. “Stay indoors. Board your windows. Conserve water.”
“But—wait!”
“STAY. INDOORS,” he snapped.
The man retreated with a nod, slamming the door shut.
By the time they reached the first floor, Adrian’s eyes flicked to the visual overlays—health bars hovering above his Knights and enemies alike. His Knights remained untouched. No health lost. Their superior fire discipline, coupled with the high ground and cover, kept the Pawns at bay. The Knights’ full-auto rifles tore through vampire flesh without hesitation.
But that would change soon.
His ammo count flashed in red. He opened the system’s Shop and checked his gold balance.
[Current Gold: 57,500 coins]
“Time to resupply,” he muttered.
He tapped the ammo pack for M4s—50 gold per magazine. Each Knight used six. Eleven Knights meant 3300 gold. A manageable hit for now.
But he could already see the problem.
“If I scale this up… one hundred Knights, six hundred magazines… that’s 30,000 coins a resupply,” he murmured.
“Sir?” Alpha 1’s voice snapped him back.
“We’re entering the ground floor,” Alpha 1 said. “Signs of heavy movement ahead. Reinforcements would help.”
Adrian pulled open his Stats tab.
[User: Adrian Richardson
Level: 6
Health: 100/100
EXP: 18,000 / 22,885
Skill Points: 5
Gold: 57,500
Summoned Knights: 10/250]
“Time to upgrade,” he whispered.
He dumped all five skill points into Weapon Proficiency, feeling a jolt surge through his body like electricity spiking through his spine and into his brain.
[Weapon Proficiency: Level 2 unlocked. Recoil control improved. Reload speed increased. Weapon awareness heightened.]
“Whoa…”
He blinked. The world seemed slower. Sharper.
Next, he tapped the Knights tab and browsed.
[Combat Knight Options:
Rifleman – 500g
Grenadier – 500g
Machine Gunner – 750g
Sniper – 750g
Assaultman – 1000g
Weapons not included.]
Adrian’s lips twisted. “Figures. No freebies.”
He selected:
5x Riflemen
3x Machine Gunners
[Total: 4750g. Confirm Purchase?]
“Confirmed,” Adrian muttered.
A glowing magic circle suddenly appeared on the marble floor beneath his boots. Eight new figures; five riflemen in non-shiny armor, and three hulking machine guns, heavier-set with reinforced plating.
“Alpha 11 to 13. You're riflemen. Heavy Alpha 1 to 3—you’re machine gunners,” Adrian called.
“Understood, sir,” they responded in perfect unison.
He quickly opened the weapons tab.
M4 Carbine x5 = 5,000g
HK21 LMG x3 = 4,500g
Ammo – 27 mags total = 1980g
[Confirm purchase? New Balance: 50,770g]
“Yes.”
[Distribute weapons to summoned Knights?]
“Definitely.”
Guns materialized in the Knights’ hands instantly.
Then, a sound.
Screeching. Snarling.
Adrian turned toward the thick metal doors at the lobby’s edge. Beyond them—chaos.
“Ready?” he asked.
Alpha 1 responded with resolute calm. “Ready.”
“Open it.”
The metal doors slammed open. Adrian stepped forward.
They were waiting for him.
Hundreds of Pawns turned at once—unnatural, twitching, twitchy movement. Their crimson eyes glowed like coals.
“Fire at will!”
The air exploded in sound. A relentless storm of bullets poured from rifles and LMGs. Pawns dropped like sacks of meat, heads exploding in shatters. Yet they kept coming.
“Reload!” Alpha 7 called.
“Suppressing fire!” shouted Heavy Alpha 1, raking the horde with HK21 fire.
Adrian’s HUD tracked each vampire’s health. When they dropped into red, he knew it was almost over.
And still, more came.
“Sir, more incoming from the east wing!” Alpha 2 yelled. “We’re getting surrounded!”
“They’re flooding in!” shouted Alpha 5. “No end to them!”
“Fall back! Emergency exits, now!” Adrian barked.
Knights peeled back in practiced formations. Adrian lingered, spraying bullets at the horde to cover their retreat.
“Alpha 1, status?”
“Last one going in now, sir!” Alpha 1 replied.
The emergency door slammed shut. Vampires clawed and bashed against it, screeching.
Inside, Adrian caught his breath.
“Sir?” Alpha 1 asked. “What’s the plan?”
Adrian glanced at his gold again barely enough for what he needed.
Unless—
His eyes caught a tab he’d ignored before.
[WHEEL OF FORTUNE – Available once per month]
“What the hell,” he muttered, swiping it open.
[Spin to Win: Possible Rewards
1,000,000g
5,000,000g
10,000,000g
Weapon Packs
Division Packs
100,000,000g Grand Prize]
“Oh, please let this work…”
He spun it. The wheel glowed, clicking audibly as it slowed.
“Come on… come on…”
It stopped.
[Congratulations! 5,000,000 GOLD COINS awarded!]
Adrian’s jaw dropped. “Holy… That’ll do.”
“Sir?” Alpha 1 repeated.
“We’re heading to the penthouse,” Adrian declared, eyes burning with purpose. “Wide space. Elevation. Strategic advantage. We hold there.”
“Yes, sir.”
The team moved.
And behind them, the undead screamed at the door—waiting, hungering.
This wasn’t the end.
It was only the beginning.
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BEFORE THE ACTION
The makeshift command room on the top floor of the high-rise was silent except for the quiet rustle of plastic and the hum of generators somewhere below. Adrian sat cross-legged on a steel table, surrounded by several neatly stacked boxes stamped MRE - SYSTEM SUPPLY. He peeled back the cardboard of one packet like it was an alien artifact.“So this is what the military eats during the end of the world,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.A few feet away, Mark stood alert, arms behind his back, waiting for instructions. His expression was calm, composed, with the distinct bearing of someone who knew what he was doing.“Mark,” Adrian called out, holding up a sealed brown pouch. “Be honest with me—how do you eat this thing?”Mark approached with a faint smile. “Is there something you need, sir?”Adrian raised the MRE as if it might explode. “Yeah. I’ve never touched one of these in my life. I’ve seen them in movies. That’s about it.”“Ah, understood. Allow me.” Mark took the
FROM THE UNIVERSITY
Several hours earlier...The sky outside had already begun to darken, a dusky purple bleeding through the clouds as evening crept across the city. The lights in the hallways flickered with inconsistent power, and the once-vibrant campus of the Technological Engineering Institute had become a place of fearful whispers and cold silence.Inside a third-floor classroom, the windows were barricaded with desks and metal chairs, and the doors were reinforced with what little furniture the students could find. The air was stale, thick with anxiety, sweat, and the quiet static of fear. A dozen university students, most still in uniform, clustered in uneasy silence around a single figure near the window.Raina stood tall, her long silver hair catching the weak light that filtered through the blinds. Her posture was graceful, though tense, like a dancer in the moment before a leap. She held her phone tightly to her chest after ending a call, her fingers trembling as she turned to face the others
FORTRESS RISING
Mission: Secure a FortThe air in the penthouse was thick with sweat and anticipation. Steel-clad knights lined the walls like sardines in a tin can, their helmets reflecting the pale flicker of ceiling lights. Adrian Richardson stood by the panoramic windows, arms crossed, watching the distant horizon where smoke curled from fires long lost to the dead.He turned slowly to face the assembled troops—summoned knights in formation, waiting on his word. "We’ve got a job ahead of us," Adrian said, voice firm. "This isn't just about killing vampires. It's about carving out a sanctuary."He stepped away from the window, walking across the hardwood floor, boots thudding softly. “This plan, this mission—was made with the first ten of you I brought into this world. You know how ugly things can get. The objective is clear: secure all three condominium towers. Every floor. Every unit. Every bathroom. Nothing lives unless I say it does.”A few of the knights stirred at his tone—less alarmed, more
STAY SAFE
The penthouse sat silent at the top of the thirty-second floor, its luxury ruined by the chaos below. Adrian stepped inside with urgency, barely sparing the lavish surroundings a glance before walking straight toward the towering glass wall that overlooked the city. He pressed a hand against the windowpane, cool to the touch, and looked down.What greeted him was no different from the horror he had witnessed hours ago—only now, it seemed worse. Smoke drifted like tendrils through broken streets, fire flickered in alleys, and the agonizing screams of civilians were muffled by distance but ever present. The Pawns—those twisted, mindless vampires still prowled the ground, chasing people like crazy dogs. He narrowed his eyes, scanning deeper.Odd. No sign of the mutated beasts from earlier. No towering monsters, no ugly spider-limbed freaks.“Could they have migrated toward more populated areas?” he muttered.A noise behind him made him turn. One by one, the Knights entered the penthouse,
TEETH OF THE BATTLE
The air was dense with the metallic scent of spent gunpowder and blood as Adrian Richardson, flanked by his summoned Knights, descended another floor of the tower. His boots echoed against broken tiles, each step calculated, deliberate. The flashing lights above barely held off the growing dark shadows moving along the walls."Clear," Alpha 3 announced, his M4 Carbine sweeping left to right.Adrian nodded, eyes sharp. “Move on. Keep formation tight.”As they passed through each floor, Adrian's system interface flickered with new information. His attention drifted to two tabs he'd previously ignored: Vampire Encounters and Basic Survival Guide.[Vampire Encounter Updated: Variant Identified – PAWN]A new entry materialized in the digital bestiary. Adrian paused at the top of a stairwell and brought it into focus.[PAWNLow-tier Vampire ClassAgile, aggressive, hive-minded. Weakness: decapitation or cranial destruction.Behavior: Predatory and relentless. Fast movers.Classification: Ur
THE SUMMONER'S FIRST COMMAND
Adrian stood in the middle of the bloodstained living room, surrounded by ten armored figures still saluting with impeccable discipline. Though their expressions were hidden behind their visored helmets, their eyes visible through reinforced lenses reflected a startling humanity. He blinked once. Twice. These soldiers looked too real. Not like digital constructs or NPCs from some game.“Are they… human?” he muttered under his breath, suspicion curling in his gut.A soft chime sounded in the air, and with a flicker of pale blue light, a new holographic screen materialized before his eyes:[The Knights you summoned are military-trained human beings. They possess the knowledge, skills, and expertise required to perform their assigned tasks. As for their memories, they are created with none. Their only recollections will originate from the moment they are summoned. Additionally, being human, they experience hunger, require sustenance, can form interpersonal relationships, and most importa
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