THE UNDEAD VIRTUAL WOLF MAN- IN A SURVIVAL DEATH GAME

Chapter 1: Kanji

Danny stood as a massive steel door creaked open. He stepped into the cold, dimly lit factory. His boots echoed against the metallic floor, each step drawing him closer to the center of the room.

A soft click.

From a control panel, Rows of overhead lights flickered to life with a rising hum, revealing a sci-fi chamber. In the heart of the room stood a glass box cage, smooth, transparent glass walls illuminated by bright light.

  Danny was dressed in a black exoskeleton bodysuit like a second skin, clad from his neck down to his legs, tucked into ankle boots. round medium-sized shape, with hollow holes in the suit. The holes had green electric light illuminating them.

Danny puts on his ear gear plug to his ear and presses the middle. A transparent orange glass on his face is followed by an AI voice.

{Your boot suit will display your magic Affinity and abilities in the virtual world Avatar: Accept/Decline}

A similar combat Avatar suit appeared in his vision.

[Accepted]

It displays a coordinating code, and Danny reads it out loud.

"Neural mind link start-transform," the translucent glass on his face and the holes in the body suit illuminated with a bright white electric light, as well as the glass cage.

A surge of light swallowed him whole, and in the blink of an eye, the real world dissolved into static. His body felt weightless as he floated. He saw the Fantasy World zoom in before him with golden castles floating. Dragons soared across skies painted with twin suns, and knights in shining armor clashed with shadowy beasts in sprawling battlefields.

As he zoomed in on the speed of light, he went through a Dystopian World, broken and burning, crumbling cities, then came the Mystic Realm, an endless ocean of floating islands covered in glowing runes. Beasts of legend

Floating pass sci-Fi Galaxy, a realm of stars, spaceships, then a light flash, and he found him self in a Cyber World, a neon metropolis pulsing with electric life. Towering skyscrapers with holograms, streets glowed like circuits.

Danny stood frozen. When the static cleared, Danny opened his eyes. Above, colossal billboards floated in midair, flashing invitations to quests, tournaments, and hidden treasures waiting to be claimed.

Everywhere he looked, player cadets on various avatars' clothing of every shape and form dashed past him. Some were in cyber warriors' golden armors and others in plain clothing.

Danny found himself standing inside a massive virtual arena. He looked at his avatar, which revealed his actual magic suit in real life. His two shoulders on his suit had a huge human head skull skeleton, with his body made of human bones as chest plate. 

His knees was made of head skull, and his avatar resembles a medieval faceless knight with a black cloak draped over his back. Instead of iron, he was an armored medieval knight of bones and skeletons. 

His sword was huge, with giant skulls and bones, with a sharp black blade attached to the hunting skulls.

"I almost forgot. No one must know I am here." Danny wore a mask made of a human skull over his head. He walked forward.

In front of him was the Arena, built like a colossal stadium, stretching so far that the rows of seats seemed endless. Every seat was filled with human avatars, each buzzing with excitement, their chatter echoing like thunder. 

A game barrier illuminated around the crowd, keeping them locked in place, their faces glowing with the light of the digital world.

Above, a giant square holo-screen floated beneath the roof, its surface flickering with static. Then, with a low rumble, the entire arena began to tremble.

The stadium floor, like the football field, tore and cracked apart—pixels and code rising like shards of glass—until the ground transformed.

 Towers of steel and light erupted from below, and the avatars in the arena watched the field reshape the endless field into a sprawling futuristic cityscape with NPC players and cars. Towering Skyscrapers like modern cities, and in the center of the city rose the tallest tower like a castle, so tall it seemed to pierce the clouds.

At its peak gleamed a silver box, glowing faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat.

Suddenly, the sky above darkened. Clouds of digital storm rolled in, lightning streaking across the gloom. A bolt of thunder struck the silver box, sending shockwaves through the entire city.

From the storm descended a colossal hologram, a figure in a flowing grey magician’s robe embroidered with stars and circuits floating mid-air. 

His face was revealed. Dark hair, green eyes. Laxus, the creator of the virtual Arcade world.

The game master hovered above them, vast and godlike, and every avatar in the stadium looked up like ants before him.

His voice boomed, shaking the virtual air.

“I, Laxus Schmidt, welcome you,” the Game Master declared, his words echoing across the city, “to the 2045 Cadet showdown battle Royale.”

The crowd roared, and the virtual world trembled. The Game Master raised his hands, and the entire virtual city pulsed with light. His voice thundered across the arena, shaking the very air.

“This year is an interesting one. As the world has gone crazy due to the zombie apocalypse. The virtual space is the only place we can escape the distraught the enemy has caused. This year, player cadets who clear the mission game will be assigned a special mission.  Hear me, cadets! Every sector's player cadets gathered here must join one of the four houses. Each of you must pledge allegiance to one. They are the pillars of this world, the greatest guilds of our age.”

With a wave of his hand, four colossal banners erupted above the stadium, each glowing with its own power.

Gunther guild—greenhouse—a flag of earth and fire.

Reaper guild - Red house – a banner dripping crimson light.

Luna Moon pack guild- Silver house– a gleaming silver crest, radiant and calm, its glow like moonlight.

Scout Corps Yellow house – monsters corps. 

“Each house will fight. Each will bleed. You will clash against enemies, display your strength, and prove yourselves. Only one house will stand victorious. Only one will seize the Silver Box that waits in the tower’s peak.”

His hand rose toward the glowing box on the tallest skyscraper. It pulsed brighter, as though answering his command.

“And whoever claims it,” the Game Master’s voice deepened, “will earn the right to choose any guild they wish to join… and win the ultimate prize.”

The crowd roared. The arena shook with excitement.

Suddenly, his static transmission with his avatar glitches, then his voice cuts off. The entire virtual arena blares with an emergency accompanied by a red blinking light. The players are shocked by what is going on.

The holo-screens transform, the Game Master’s image distorted, his words breaking into garbled fragments. The virtual city’s red glow dimmed, replaced with lines of corrupted code. A new giant female humanoid hologram wity blue hair materialized in virtual reality.

Anna Sinclair.

She was tied to a majestic king's chair in a throne room. Cold iron chains bound her wrists, and underneath was a time bomb ticking.  Gasps spread through the arena.

Footsteps echoed.

A tall figure stepped into the light—he was dressed in a full black exo suit, a Japanese samurai warrior, armored to the teeth with an electric saber blade in his hand. His head was buried in a Japanese samurai warlord helmet, and his face hidden in a Japanese demonic mask. His presence was suffocating, his voice smooth and cruel.

“Forgive me for interrupting your fun, hijacking your little game…but before your game begins. I have come with a scenario quest you all must win,” he said, his words dripping venom, “… I have decided to make this more entertaining with a great stake involved.”

He placed a hand on Anna’s chair, tilting her face toward the screen so every avatar TV, and phone inside and outside the virtual world could see.

“Let’s see how brave you really are when the prize is not glory… but her life. Your lovely singing idoi, daughter of the Consul General, head of state of Sector 47. The arena shook with surprise and whispers. 

"Some of you may wonder why I kidnapped your beloved idol. The answer is simple: among you hides the son of the man who cursed this world with the zombie apocalypse. While many of you lost a father, a son, a brother, or even an  entire family in the apocalypse, he and his kind lived bright lives hiding inside the wall like he is doing now. So I have come to make things fair. Is it right for the one who caused the apocalypse to live enjoying life while all of you mourn your losses?

Players in the stadium gritted their teeth from their pain and memories of loved one.

"He is right. The Kael family has to pay. " Player's voice sounded and more players began to support the black mask claim. He smiled and continued 

"I feel your pain, and it is the reason I took the one he loves most, and I will watch him claw and crawl and beg to save her… only to watch her burn to death.”

The crowd murmurs, “It must be the scientist’s son? Danny Kael—he is talking about?”

“Is he here? He should show his ugly face.” The audience continues insulting.

“If that’s true, this is also his fault?”

 Danny's face, hidden in his mask, watched with a sad look on his face, hated by everyone.

The masked man voiced a boom. "I give him a riddle to find out who I am. I am someone’s son. His mother bowed while yours stood tall. She gave her life when the beast bit, but you were saved, and she was not. Forgotten. Discarded. Never mourned for the sacrifice she made while the other lived a flamboyant life. So I ask you, Danny Kael… Whose son am I?”

Players whispers to each other, “Only he would know that answer…”

“He’s here among us!” 

"Where is he? Find him," players began to look for Danny

The masked man continues, "Whatever happens here today will be Danny's fault. If Danny walks out now and solves the riddle, He will be able to save Anna from the bomb under her seat, but if he doesn't," he stretched his hand.

Suddenly, the virtual arena shakes and transforms into a samurai warring Era. 

The ground cracked.

With a sound like thunder splitting the earth, the battlefield began to change. The digital sky rippled as though it were a curtain being torn apart, and beneath it, the world remade itself.

First came the temples. Ancient pagodas rose from the dirt, their wooden beams wrapped in neon veins that pulsed like arteries. shrines of old Japan twisted into iron citadels, their paper lanterns replaced with glowing holographic banners dripping with crimson kanji: “WAR.”

Then the fortresses emerged. Black steel castles erupted, jagged towers piercing the sky, their rooftops lined with armored samurai and statues that turned their heads as though alive. Their stone eyes gleamed with electric sparks, watching. Waiting.

 From the mountains, colossal war drums of bone and steel began to beat, sending tremors through the virtual earth.

Ships appeared next. Warlord vessels, massive wooden warships, but reforged with cybernetic plating, rose from seas of digital ink. Their sails blazed like holographic fire, and instead of cannons, they bore rotating plasma lances that hummed with deadly power. They hovered above the battlefield like floating fortresses.

The samurai army followed. Undead warriors in armor clawed their way from beneath the earth, their eyes lit like cursed LED screens. Each carried a saber katana buzzing with stolen magic, its blade glitching between steel and neon energy. Behind them came hulking warlords—towering, horned generals whose armor was forged from both bone and cyber steel, their helmets crowned with fiery holograms of oni-demon faces.

"In front of you lies my army of the undead. Every player here got a player boot suit, which he or she used to log in to the virtual world. Each suit was designed to feel pain or pleasure, and the player uses their actual combat magic abilities of the real world in the virtual world to clear the game stages with the support of an AI avatar. But I have copied every player's magic abilities through the boot suit, and each Samurai warrior and warlord NPC you fight today has everyone's abilities with AI intelligence in their brain, making them real players, and the only way to stop them is to defeat them or remove the suit and its ear gear from the real world. 

However, with my magic powers of electricity, I have hacked into every boot suit in all sectors. Any player who tries to log out of the game or remove their player boot suit will be branded a coward like Danny and die by volts of electricity.

When a player's HP reaches zero. The electricity in their various boot suit will electrify them to death. There is one way to stop this and prevent this war, and that's to save Anna. Well, you must defeat me to save her

To save your precious idol Anna, you have to fish out Danny or he walks out right now to solve the riddle to know who i am and save precious Anna then willy beheaded by my sword or a guillotine- a large sharp blade hanging on two wooded poles as revenge and satisfy everyone's hatred as the lamb to be slain for what his family had done to everyone.

or 

Choose to be a coward like he always does by dragging everyone into his mess. Hiding among the crowd and fighting among people while watching each player cadet die before him, and eventually, he would have to faced me if he had to save his high school sweetheart, but he would be killed disgustingly. There will be blood on his hand like his father, and he can never amount to becoming a hero. So what would it be, Danny Kael?. The clock to defeat me is two hours. You don't have enough time," Danny stood speechless and said to himself

'Because of my father's mistake. Many died. I have always felt guilty for the sins of my family. If this is the only way, if my death will wash away the sins of my family, then let it be. The world is watching. I won't make the same mistakes my father did, " Danny began is walk. Tears stream down his face.

" I am sorry, Mother. I am sorry, teacher and Anna Sinclair, " Danny removed his mask to unveil his face when a loud voice vibrated through the hall.

" Screeeeeew you!!!!" Danny's eyes roam, and Anna's voice echoes.

"You're just using me to get to Danny. Don't listen to his psychological manipulation crap. Danny is not his father. A son can not pay for the sins of his father. Danny deserved to be loved like us." Danny drop to his knees. Tears on his face.

"Yes," Another player dressed in a full armor mecha suit shouted.

"Don't use the poor kid to justify  your evil act." 

"Romanoff!!!!" DANNY voic echoes. Suddenly, all the players back up Romanoff.  

Anna screamed from her kidnapped throne.

"Let there be waaaaaar." The arena shook heavily. 

"Yaaaaah!aaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh" Every player began to move across the battlefield. Cannons and gun plasma bullets flew in the air. Danny rose and put on his mask, and began to move.

The armies of undead samurai moved from their places to the middle of warring field, and the two armies clashed with swords and weapons. Dragons and jet airplanes clash with a boom.

"If this is your answer, Empress Anna. Then their blood is on your hands," the masked man said.

" Don't underestimate humans. There is enough healing potion to go around," Anna replied angrily. 

" Hahaha! Then I play along," The Mask Man stretches his hand.

Danny and many others suddenly teleported, finding themselves at various locations inside the Japanese Era, with all roads pointing to the highest tower where Anna was.

 Danny walks in front of a Japanese shrine, climbing the stairs. A huge, fat, tall, red sumo Japanese giant demonic man holding a massive spike bat walked out in front of the shrine.

Danny was small compared to his size. He clenched his fist. He gritted his teeth and unleashed his undead sword. He poses for an attack, then dashes out into the air. The Japanese sumo demon giant roared and swung down his giant bat, accompanied by a shockwave of force that descended on Danny.

"My trouble began when I stepped into the city. I am done being the lamb to be slain. I am a wolf that bites," he swings with power, and their weapons clash violently, and he remembers his first time in Sector 47.