《Re: Apocalypse Game》


 Chapter 1: Game Over

    1 Game Over


    The sound of endless explosions from guns and grenades reverberated through the ruins of what remained of New York City, signifying utter destruction. The once towering skyscrapers, symbols of human ingenuity, had all sumbed to the mes, while the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the sickening stench of death.


    Humans and monsters alike were trampled and crushed under the relentless onught of Insectoids, emerging from every direction.


    Giant spider-like creatures traversed the shattered roads with rming speed, their metallic legs tearing through the debris of countless vehicles.


    Amidst this chaos, thest group of survivors stood their ground at Times Square, finding shelter behind a makeshift barricade of broken-down cars they hadboriously arranged.


    Anxiety and fear were etched on their faces, for the number of horrifying monsters was overwhelmingly superior, rendering any notion of a fair fight futile.


    "KILL THOSE FUCKING BUGS!!!" roared a survivor, as heavy machine guns, high-caliber sniper rifles, and methrowers unleashed a barrage of firepower upon the oing horde.


    Every avable firearm was utilized, the survivors resorting to every means necessary to defend themselves against the insatiable bloodlust of the charging monsters.


    Among a group of ten individuals, a man stood at the forefront, brandishing a gleamingser de.


    [Name: n D. Angello]


    [yer ID: 2035-2008X83]


    [Level: 99]


    [Survival Points: 150,250]


    n''s ammunition had long been depleted, leaving him wholly reliant on a radiant sword he had stumbled upon in his previous game¡ªa lightsaber.


    While effective against the undead, it proved woefully inadequate against these colossal Arachnids, their bodies far surpassing the reach of his slender weapon.


    Nevertheless, n fought valiantly, slicing through the relentless swarm of bugs, aware that he stood among thest survivors¡ªa beacon of hope for mankind.


    "ALAN!! We''ve lost the first toon! The General is dead, and you''re in charge now!" bellowed a figure beside n. It was Dn O''Connor, an African American enclosed within a towering 3-meter mecha armor, relentlessly firing its Gatling gun.


    [Name: Dn O''Connor]


    [yer ID: 2035-1128X57]


    [Level: 99]


    [Survival Points: 120,780]


    The deafening sound of the Gatling gun echoed across the battlefield as Dn issued hismand. "ARGHHH!! There are too many of them! This is impossible! How can anyone win this?"


    The news of the General''s demise shattered the toon''s morale. Recognizing the urgency, n swiftly took control of the situation.


    "Double back! Regroup with the third toon!" hemanded, and the others followed suit.


    Under n''s leadership, the ten individuals moved in a disciplined formation, navigating through three blocks of unmitigated chaos until they reached Madison Avenue, where half a dozen fighters were still locked inbat.


    The convergence of the two toons attracted an evenrger swarm of insectoid monsters, converging upon their position.


    Sensing the critical moment, n shouted, "CINDY! NOW!!"


    n''s voice echoed through the chaos as he watched Cindy, the powerful sorceress, begin her incantation. Her short, blonde hair glimmered in the sunlight as she chanted the words, her body levitating off the ground.


    [Name: Cindy Reed]


    [yer ID: 2035-0781X87]


    [Level: 99]


    [Survival Points: 138,990]


    Cindy''s presencemanded attention as her power surged.


    "Spirit of fire, I call you forth to destroy and burn away anything that hinders my path. I call upon you now!" Cindy''s voice rang out, carrying a mix of determination and urgency.


    As her chant reverberated through the air, Cindy stretched her arms out towards the sky, summoning a red circle adorned with intricate magical runes and within moments, a massive pir of pr fire erupted from the ground, swiftly engulfing the surrounding area.


    [Magic circle: Fire pirs]


    The fiery vortex tore through the streets, reducing everything in its path to mere ashes. The insectoid creatures, caught off guard by Cindy''s devastating magic, had no chance to escape. Hundreds of them were instantly consumed by the raging mes, their bodies disintegrating in the intense heat.


    Dn, the mecha fighter, couldn''t contain his excitement at Cindy''s disy of power. He shouted in exhration, "Great job Cindy!" his voice joining the cheers of the other fighters.


    However, their joy was short-lived as the ground unexpectedly shattered, giving way to a ten-foot, pitch-ck beetle-like creature that emerged beside Dn.


    The monstrous insecttched onto Dn with its massive pincers, crushing his body in a horrifying disy of strength.


    "DYLANN!!"


    n, filled with a mix of shock and determination, leaped onto the creature, his lightsaber drawn. With swift precision, he plunged the weapon into the creature''s vital spot, delivering a lethal blow.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 880 damage. Target killed¡­]


    [You killed Elite monster]


    [You gained 10000 xp]


    [You gained 2000 survival points]


    Ding!


    [You have reached the maximum level]


    The system notifications shed in n''s vision, confirming his victory over the elite monster. But the victory was hollow. He couldn''t save Dn, and the sight of his friend dissipating into energy particles weighed heavily on his heart.


    [Dn O''Connor is Dead]


    n''s grief quickly transformed into anger as he turned his attention back to the swarming horde of insectoids. Fueled by his fury, he unleashed a fierce assault on the bugs, shing and striking with relentless determination. But no matter how many he defeated, the swarm only grew stronger, their numbers seemingly limitless.


    In the midst of the chaos, a young brown-haired kid named Daniel, sensing the open gap left by Dn''s demise, leaped forward. With a swift motion, he tore off his shirt, revealing a transformation that stunned everyone. He morphed into a dark-furred, three-meter-tall creature¡ªa half-man, half-wolf hybrid.


    HOWLLL!!!


    [Name: Daniel Judge]


    [yer ID: 2036-1257X67]


    [Level: 80]


    [Survival Points: 81,880]


    The monstrous form of Daniel wreaked havoc among the insectoids, his ws and powerful arms tearing through their ranks.


    For a brief moment, the line of defenders reformed, pushing back against the onught. But the respite was short-lived, as the insectoids quickly regrouped and overwhelmed them once again.


    Just as the defenders struggled to hold their ground, dozens of flying bugs swooped down from above, catching them off guard.


    "WATCH OUTT, Bugs from above!"


    n''s warning was drowned out by the chaos as the airborne insects targeted the fighters. Among their victims was Cindy, still recovering from her previous exertion. The insects lifted her into the sky, tearing her apart in a gruesome disy.


    [Cindy Redd is Dead]


    Seeing another one of hispanions die, n''s fury reached its peak. He channeled his rage into his strongest skill, activating his special skill.


    [Psychic power: Mind st]


    The force unleashed by n''s pushed back the surrounding swarm of bugs, sending them flying dozens of meters away. Some unfortunate creatures were crushed under the sheer power of the st, reduced to grotesque piles of mangled bodies. However, as the dust settled, n''s attention was drawn to the other corner of the battlefield.


    To his horror, he witnessed the dark-furred wolf creature, Daniel, being mercilessly pummeled by the insectoids. n sprinted towards him, desperate to intervene, but once again, he arrived toote. The wolf-like form of Daniel reverted back to his human state, his limbs torn apart and lifeless.


    "I am sorry, Mr. D. I am sorry¡­"


    Trembling, Daniel uttered his final words before taking hisst breath.


    Ding!


    [Daniel Judge is Dead]


    The loss of hisrades weighed heavily on n''s heart. One by one, his men had fallen to the unending swarm of bugs. The best of humanity had been brutally torn apart and devoured by these relentless creatures.


    Gripped by madness and grief, n swung his weapon frantically, shing at the iing horde.


    "Die, all of you! Dieee!" n''s voice echoed with a mixture of anguish and desperation.


    In that moment of chaos, a sh of memories flooded n''s mind. Regrets and mistakes haunted him as he battled on, wishing he had the chance to rewrite history.


    As the swarm closed in, n seized hisst fleeting moment, lighting a cigarette¡ªa small act of defiance and a reminder of the past.


    [Name: Cigarettes]


    [Type: Misceneous]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effect: Reduce fear and anxiety]


    Taking a puff, he closed his eyes, thinking of the images of two important females in his life.


    "At least I get to join you two now," n whispered to the imaginary figures of his loved ones.


    [shing: Received 120 damage]


    [shing: Received 90 damage]


    [Status: Critical]


    The final moments of n''s life unfolded tragically. The bugs tore into him, shing and ripping his body apart. The screens disying the battle showed his gruesome demise, broadcasting the image to people all over the world.


    Ding!


    [n D Angello is Dead (Survival Point -100,000)]


    [Apocalypse Game]


    [Year 7, Round 6]


    [Objectives - Failed]


    [All yers are penalized with -100,000 survival points]


    [Calcting final survival points in progress¡­]


    [yers alive - 0]


    [Game Over!]


    Humanity had once again failed in their struggle for survival, and the weight of this defeat was felt by people across the globe.


    ####


    It had been seven years since the alien invasion, and Earth''s poption was subjected to an annual "Apocalypse Game." One million individuals, chosen from the brightest minds of the world, were forced to participate in virtual simtions of apocalyptic scenarios.


    With the objectives of the game not achieved, he once again lost arge amount of points.


    23:23


    Ding!


    The absurdity of the invasion was apparent as humanity fought back, but their resistance proved futile. The invaders demanded that all rounds of the game bepleted for them to leave Earth in peace. Each year, the world watched in terror as loved ones were sent to their deaths, with less than 10% managing to return from the games.


    n''s fate mirrored that of countless others.


    After his in-game body was dissected, he suffered a significant loss of survival points, plunging him into negative territory.


    With the objectives of the game not achieved, he once again lost arge amount of points.


    Ding!


    [-100,000 survival points].


    He had only gathered a little over 150,000 points by the end of the game and if his point turned negative, it would only mean one thing.


    His real physical self would die, triggered by the brain-crushing effects of the full dive VR machine. n had resigned himself to this fate until an unexpected message shattered his expectations.


    [You are thest survivor of the apocalypse games, you are given a special reward]


    "Reward? What''s good a reward for when you die."


    [Regression in progress]


    ''What?!"


    There was no answer to his confusion, only a mind-splitting screeching sound in his brain, followed by an unexpected familiar sound.


    Riiiiiiiingggg!!!


    It was the sound of a school bell.


    n opened his eyes standing in front of a group of high school students, and one was calling out at him.


    "Mr D! Mr D, are you alright?"


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 Chapter 2: Second Chance

    <h4>Chapter 2: Second Chance</h4>


    "The instinct to survive is human nature itself."


    ****


    n found himself in a daze, his mind struggling to process the abrupt and contrasting change that had just urred. It took him a moment to regain his bearings ande back to reality, his thoughts interrupted by the familiar sound of a school bell.


    The sound reverberated through the hallways, triggering a flood of memories in n''s mind. It had been years since hest heard that bell, back when he was a physics teacher at Mount Vernon High in suburban New York.


    The memories rushed back, reminding him of the life he had before the Alien invasion.


    His gaze shifted, scanning the ssroom he found himself in. The room seemed engraved in his memory, each desk and ckboard a reminder of the students he had taught. But there was something off, something that couldn''t possibly be true.


    A voice broke through the haze of his thoughts, a voice he recognized all too well. "Mr. D, are you alright?"


    n''s heart skipped a beat as he turned to face the source of the voice.


    It was Daniel Judge, the youngest member of his squad who had died in his arms just moments ago. The confusion and disbelief overwhelmed him.


    How was Daniel here, alive and standing before him?


    The rectangr digital clock on the table caught n''s attention, and he quickly focused on the date disyed.


    [13.00; June 6, 2030].


    The realization hit him like a lightning bolt. He had been rewarded with a chance to travel back in time, three years into the past. The implications of this were staggering.


    "Three years," n muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "This means... she..."


    His thoughts trailed off as a familiar figure upied his mind. The one person he longed to see again, the reason he fought so fiercely in the deadly game.


    Without wasting another moment, n dashed out of the ssroom, leaving behind a bewildered Daniel and a ssroom full of curious students.


    The streets outside were bustling with activity, with pedestrians filling the sidewalks and cars rushing by. Everything seemed "normal" on the surface, but the enormous starship that loomed in the sky reminded n of the impending threat that loomed over Earth.


    In fact, simr sights could be witnessed in the 100rgest cities in the world.


    Four years ago, all these enormous starships suddenly appeared out of nowhere and had been hovering in the sky ever since. With their advent, panic, and chaos began to set in worldwide.


    The fall of the stock market, public upheavals, and societal chaos forced various governments across the globe to take extreme measures to deal with the emergency. Martialw was dered, and eventually, after a few months, order was restored as people started to return to their daily lives.


    Humans had adapted to their new reality, but the scars of the invasion still lingered and everyone knew nothing will ever be the same.


    n had covered several miles, his breath growing heavier with each step. The physical exertion reminded him that he had returned to his former, "normal" body. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he paused to catch his breath, his eyes fixating on the imposing pyramid-shaped metal structure that dominated New York Central Park.


    This was the very ce where the infamous Apocalypse Game would be held, constructed by the aliens on their first year of arrival. Everything was urate, apparent, and precisely the same as what it was in his memory.


    n briefly nced at the people he passed by and inwardlymented. Even though everything seemed to have returned to normal, he knew this calm would soon turn to chaos once again. He remembered that in 2030, this year, the government would announce a shocking policy that rocked society as a whole.


    Throughout the years of the Apocalypse Game, the toll of casualties had been immense. Soldiers, scientists, and individuals chosen for their survival skills had fallen, leaving a scarcity of experienced individuals.


    Desperate to replenish their ranks, the government had resorted to randomly summoning citizens to participate in the deadly game. It was a lottery that epassed everyone aged 17 to 40, an unsettling reality that society wouldter dub the "apocalypse games lottery." n knew that his name would be among those chosen.


    However, on this day, in this moment, those concerns were temporarily set aside. Determination etched into his features, n pushed himself to run another mile until he finally reached his destination¡ªa grand, white-painted building that stood before him.


    "Bellevue Hospital¡­" n heaved a sigh. "I didn''t expect to evere back to this ce." n walked through the hospital corridors, his steps echoing in his ears. His heart was beating fast, very fast. If he really went back in time by three years, he was about to see her again.


    "Room 2603", n muttered as he stopped in his tracks.


    The number was etched in his mind, a room he had visited countless times.


    As n reached the door, he paused for a moment to collect himself. His heart pounded in his chest, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door, revealing a small hospital room.


    "Daddy!"


    The lovely sound of a girl sounded in the air as n opened the hospital room door.


    His four-year-old daughter, Arria D Angelo was lying on a hospital bed. She immediately became excited and energetic when she saw n. n quickly filled with a rush of emotions as he crossed the room, He enveloped Arria in a warm, gentle hug, cherishing this precious moment.


    Given a second chance to see his loved one.

 Chapter 3: Arrivals

    <h4>Chapter 3: Arrivals</h4>


    15 July 2027


    This was the fateful day when the whole world was shaken to its core by the arrival of the Aliens. The skies above the world''srgest cities were suddenly filled with a hundred metallic flying saucers, each spanning a colossal 10 miles in diameter.


    From New York to Los Angeles, S?o Paulo to Paris, Beijing to Tokyo, Mumbai, and beyond, all eyes turned skyward as chaos and fear gripped the hearts of people everywhere.


    The Aliens swiftly took control of the entirework of digital appliances, from national television to billboards, and even mobile phones. Suddenly, every device screen disyed the image of a beautiful woman with flowing ck hair. Her presence evoked an eerie feeling as her voice resonated through the airwaves.


    "Do not be afraid. Wee in peace," the woman proimed, her words reaching every corner of the world.


    Though she appeared human, there was an otherworldly quality to her demeanor and speech that sent shivers down the spines of those who listened.


    "My name is Anna. I was created to make this transition easier for our two races," she continued, her voice simultaneously soothing and unsettling.


    Naturally, not a single world leader believed her words. Faced with the threat to their authority, governments across the globe mobilized their military power, hoping to exert dominance and secure a favorable position for the subsequent negotiations.


    However, their hopes were quickly shattered. Fighter jets were deployed, scrambling to give warning shots at the unknown constructs in the sky. But their disy of power proved futile as the jets suddenly lost all functionality, falling from the sky like powerless insects.


    "We expect no violence, but if you resist, we will retaliate ordingly," Anna warned, her voice carrying an air of finality.


    Just minutes after her promation, darkness engulfed every city in the world as the Aliens managed to shut down the entire Earth''s electricity grid, plunging humanity into a profound ckout. With the loss of power came the cessation of all forms ofmunication, leaving the governments devoid of control.


    When the lights finally flickered back to life, the Aliens had taken control of all fifteen thousand nuclear warheads scattered across the globe. In a matter of hours, the world waved the white g, surrendering to the overwhelming power of the Aliens.


    A convention was organized, where representatives from both sides met to discuss the Aliens'' purpose foring to Earth. Their demand was daunting:


    "We require one million humans to participate in our annual game. If you sessfullyplete the game, we promise to leave you all and your in peace."


    Powerless to do anything else, the world reluctantly epted these outrageous terms. The fate of humanity now hung in the bnce as the stage was set for a deadly game orchestrated by the enigmatic Aliens.


    For n, the arrival of the Aliens spelled an inevitable tragedy.


    It was on the same day, in a particr hospital, that his wife, Sarah, was in the throes ofbor. The shocking revtion of the Alien starships and the subsequent electricity shutdown made her perilous delivery process even moreplicated.


    In a darkened room, amidst the chaos unfolding outside, Sarah screamed in pain as doctors and nurses fought to help her bring their child into the world. The sound of a fighter jet crashing down punctuated the air, adding to the atmosphere of dread and uncertainty.


    "Come on, Sarah... Just a little bit more¡­ You can do it¡­."


    "You can do it. Don''t worry, I''m here."


    "Yes¡­ Just a bit more¡­ One more push¡­ Come on, Sarah."


    Finally, the piercing cry of a newborn baby cut through the tension, bringing a momentary sense of relief and joy to everyone in the delivery room, momentarily eclipsing the horror happening outside.


    However, the fleeting happiness was abruptly shattered when tragedy struck.


    Sarah''s weak voice echoed in the room as she gently caressed the baby she had just given birth to. "You are so... beautiful... I am sorry..." Her cries turned to silence, and the vital signs monitor red with a harsh, unwee sound.


    In that moment, n''s heart filled with a deep sense of grief and loss. The weight of his sorrow threatened to crush him.


    Yet, as he gazed upon the beautiful baby in his arms, he found the strength to rise. Now, he had another precious person to care for¡ªtheir daughter.


    However, just when he thought things couldn''t get any worse, two yearster, the young Arria D''Angelo was diagnosed with a chronic and relentless disease: leukemia. The world had no cure to offer, and n found himself sinking into a pit of despair, grappling with the unfairness of life.


    But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of hope emerged. n discovered an item that held the potential to save his daughter''s life¡ªa rare potion called the High Elixir. It was an item that could only be acquired from the dreaded Apocalypse Game.


    The High Elixir possessed remarkable properties: it could cure any type of disease. It was an elusive treasure, obtainable with 20,000 Survival Points¡ªa currency earned through participation in the game.


    n hesitated, unsure of the risks and challenges that awaited him. Yet, when fate dealt its hand and his name was chosen, he knew deep down that this was an opportunity he could not afford to let slip away.


    Unfortunately, at that time, n was not strong enough to obtain the required points, and he failed to secure the life-saving potion. When he finally joined the game in the 2031 edition, it was toote¡ªlittle Arria had already passed away, leaving n devastated and consumed by grief.


    ####


    The memory of that devastating loss haunted n, as he held his daughter''s body in his arms. In that poignant moment, n made a vow to himself "I''ll definitely save you this time..."


    His words caught Arria off guard, her confusion evident in her innocent eyes. "Daddy, what are you talking about? Did you do something funny again? Wait... It''s only 2 in the afternoon. Why aren''t you teaching in school?"


    Arria wore an adorable expression of curiosity and suspicion, her innocence shielding her from the weight of her father''s burden.


    n smiled, trying to ease her confusion. "Never mind, sweetheart. Daddy just wants to spend some time with you today."


    And so, that afternoon, n cherished every moment spent with his little girl, whom he hadn''t seen in far too long. Laughter and joy filled the room, momentarily pushing aside the shadows of their tumultuous reality.


    However, their precious time together was interrupted when two people entered the hospital room. It was the McAdams¡ªthe parents of Sarah, n''ste wife, and his inws. Their rtionship had always been strained, and the multiple tragedies that had befallen them only worsened the tension between them.


    n gave a slight nod and greeted them respectfully, but in return, he was met with silence and disapproving nces. The disapproval in their eyes spoke volumes, their unspoken words a reminder of the difficult path n had walked.


    "I would rather you note so often; we have had enough bad luck already," one of them muttered, the bitterness tainting the air.


    In the past, such words would have stirred a whirlwind of emotions within n, but now, after enduring three years of horror in the Apocalypse Game, he responded with calm resolve and a quiet determination.


    "I won''t be able to visit Arria for a while due to important matters. I beg your help in taking care of her in the meantime," n requested, his voice steady and filled with genuine sincerity.


    The McAdams remained silent, their expressions guarded. Yet, n knew that they would undoubtedly care for their grandchild. With a heavy heart, he embraced Arria once more, nting a tender kiss on her forehead.


    "Daddy has something important to do, so I won''t be able to see you for a while. Promise me, Arria, that you''ll be a good girl and listen to Grandma and Grandpa, okay?"


    Arria''s eyes welled up with tears, her voice quivering as she tried to be strong. "Yes, Daddy. I''ll be a good girl."


    "That''s my girl," n murmured, gently stroking her head. With a heavy sigh, he stepped away from her, toward the door. Before leaving the room, he turned back and thanked the McAdams, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.


    Outside the room, n could hear Sarah''s parents muttering unkindly about him. The remarks stung, but he refused to let their words deter him. Determination burned bright in his eyes as he contemted his next move.


    He had been granted a miraculous second chance, and he wasn''t going to waste it.


    There was only one month until the start of the fifth year of the Apocalypse Game. n had little time to prepare, but he was ready to face the challenges thaty ahead.

 Chapter 4: Hope

    <h4>Chapter 4: Hope</h4>


    "Learn from yesterday, live for today, and give hope for the future."


    These words were inscribed on a weathered que beneath a majestic bronze statue standing tall just outside the imposing gates of Mount Vernon High.


    n stood there, his gaze fixed upon the statue, carefully examining the intricate details carved into the metal. The que, weathered by time, bore the name of his great-grandfather, the revered founder of the school.


    Throughout his life, those words had been passed down in his family and were one of the reasons he became a teacher. But right now, he was looking at the statue with a different look and belief.


    "Great grandfather, unfortunately, these days, hope is not a luxury anyone can give."


    n murmured softly, his voice barely audible amidst the bustling sounds of students passing by.


    With a heavy heart, n made his way to the administrative building of Mount Vernon High. He entered the familiar corridors, now filled with a sense of farewell and finality. Walking into the office, he handed his resignation letter to the concerned department, his decision to leave sending ripples of surprise and confusion among the staff and students alike.


    Word of his departure spread like wildfire, igniting whispers and spection throughout the school. As n walked past one of his students, Daniel Judge, he paused and ced a reassuring hand on the young man''s shoulder.


    "I''ll see you soon, Daniel," n said with a faint smile, making the young man puzzled.


    Leaving the familiar premises of Mount Vernon High behind, n headed to the nearest flower shop. After carefully selecting a vibrant bouquet of fresh yellow lilies, he made his way to the cemetery where his beloved wife, Sarah,y at rest.


    Looking at the grave of his wife, n''s chest aches. It wasn''t just the memory of his wife''sst moment that reappeared but also his friends, and his teammates who died one by one while he could only watch helplessly.


    n looked at the sky and took a deep breath. A flicker of unease passed through his eyes, transforming into a resolute determination to change his fate.


    "Wish me luck, Sarah," he whispered softly, his voice carried away by the wind as he gently ced the bouquet on her gravestone.


    n left the cemetery and went to the bank, withdrawing every penny from his meager savings ount, which amounted to a modest sum of $5,000.


    With the funds in hand, he purchased a substantial quantity of supplies, meticulously selecting items that would aid him in his journey, and made his way to one of the abandoned cabins nestled deep within the rugged mountains.


    He had one month to prepare before the next Apocalypse Game began and one way to survive the game was to increase his physique before he started the game.


    Strength, Agility, and Endurance were part of the main attributes that yers could influence by improving their overall physique and fitness. Hence. His n was to do extreme training up and down the mountain, every day while making his n for the game.


    Thus, his arduous journey of self-improvement began.


    The initial days proved to be the toughest for n, his body struggling to adapt to the demanding routine after years of sedentary work as a teacher. But he refused to yield to the pain and exhaustion. Pushing himself beyond his limits, he ran through dense woods, scaled treacherous hills, and submerged himself in frigidkes. Gasping for air, battling bouts of nausea, and feeling his legs grow weaker by the day, n persisted.


    In the moments of respite from his grueling training, n would be on the lookout for thetest news to jolt his memory and make necessary notes about the uing game.


    He started to n multiple scenarios, the best way to rey the games and make the most out of them. He wrote down all possible quests, items, and plots of the Year 4 of Apocalypse Games that he could remember from his previous life.


    Three weeks after, the wall was full of his ns for this year''s game and the next. n turned on the television, his eyes fixed on the screen as world governments unveiled their new policy¡ªthe Meritorious Service Lottery, better known as the Apocalypse Games lottery.


    Each country had its own unique variations and incentives topel its citizens to participate. Some dangled the promise of wealth, while others resorted to coercion, using threats of imprisonment to ensurepliance.


    In the United States, n''s home country, participants were offered a mary reward of $10,000 and the status of official soldiers. The government pledged death gratuity to the families of those who did not survive.


    The public''s reaction to the policy was a swirling mix of enthusiasm and opposition, a stark reflection of the divided opinions within society. But for individuals like n, the Apocalypse Games presented an unprecedented opportunity¡ªan avenue to attain resources and privileges that were once the exclusive domain of the government and military.


    The television screen flickered to life, and the figure of Chinese President Xu Jinping emerged, delivering a powerful speech about the policy agreed upon by governments worldwide.


    "People Republic of China, 1000 years ago, when facing the invaders, our ancestors would send one brave man from each family to protect our nation. Now I will ask for 50,000 brave volunteers to be stationed in five cities where the Apocalypse Game will take ce: Beijing, Shanghai, Tianjin, Shenzhen, and Guangzhou. My people, the republic''s future, the world is in your hands."


    n remembered watching and hearing this speech before, so he knew that within two days, all 50,000 volunteer slots would be filled by people without the need for a lottery to take ce.


    Meanwhile, n''s own destiny awaited him. As he contemted his next move, a notification shed across his mobile phone screen, demanding his attention:


    [Priority One Alert]


    [Please report to your local Military Entrance Processing Station (MEPS) to confirm your draft status]


    With only seven days remaining until themencement of the game, all yers were called to report to their designated MEPS for enrollment and training.


    However, before n could embark on this new chapter of his life, he knew he had unfinished business to attend to¡ªa final act that demanded his attention.

 Chapter 5: The Colonels

    <h4>Chapter 5: The Colonels</h4>


    New York City, the metropolis that never slept, still radiated its vibrant energy even under the dark veil of the night sky.


    In the opulent suite of a luxurious 5-star hotel, a middle-aged man sat on the edge of a disheveled bed, his bare upper body revealing a muscr physique that defied his age.


    The room bore the marks of his anguish, with empty bottles of alcohol strewn across the table beside him. Ignoring the beautiful woman lying naked next to him, his gaze remained fixated on the television screen.


    The news relentlessly reported on the government''s meticulous preparations for the impending Apocalypse Game. It emphasized the escting trend of survivors each year and the growing hope that apanied the increasing number of seasoned veterans who managed to survive. But to the man on the bed, it was all a web of lies and deception.


    "What a bunch of lies!" he bellowed, his voice filled with seething rage. In a fit of frustration, he hurled his ss against the wall.


    The sharp shattering sound quickly scared the naked girl. Turning his head, the man said "I am sorry, just grab the money and leave me alone." Quickly nodding her head, the beautiful woman quickly got off the bed and put on her clothes before taking the money and leaving the room.


    Left alone amidst the wreckage of his emotions, the man turned his attention to the mirror hanging on the wall. Gazing at his own reflection, his eyes filled with self-loathing. "How pathetic," he muttered, the wordsced with bitter disappointment.


    This man was Colonel Weeber, once a revered figure in the United States Army and the man entrusted with overseeing the East Coast Apocalypse Game Center. But now, he was a mere husk of his former self.


    Ever since his son had participated in the third year of the Apocalypse Game and tragically lost his life, Weeber had been haunted by guilt and consumed by remorse.


    Although he had the power to grant his son exemption from the military draft, he chose not to, ultimately sealing his son''s fate.


    The weight of this tragedy bore down on him, pushing him into a downward spiral of depression and ultimately leading to the dissolution of his marriage. Since then, Weeber aimlessly wandered from one hotel to another, seeking temporary sce in the arms ofpanions for the night, but finding no respite from his inner demons.


    As he stared into the abyss of his own despair, Weeber opened a drawer, revealing a gleaming nine-millimeter pistol nestled within. For a fleeting moment, he contemted the idea of ending his suffering once and for all. But a glimmer of hesitation held him back, and he closed the drawer, deciding instead to drown his sorrows with yet another ss of alcohol.


    Just as he raised the bottle to his lips, a sharp knock on the door shattered the silence, interrupting his descent into darkness.


    "Did you forget something?" he called out, assuming it was the woman returning for something left behind. Receiving no response, he sighed, resigned to face the disturbance, and made his way toward the door.


    To his astonishment, the person standing on the other side was not the woman, but a mysterious figure d in ck, wearing a cloth mask that concealed their face.


    With a gun pressed against Weeber''s temple, the intruder spoke calmly, his voice measured and devoid of emotion.


    "No sound, and move slowly backward," hemanded.


    Weeber''s mind raced, his years of military experience guiding his reactions. In reality, he had been in many simr situations before, therefore he was able to maintain hisposure and immediately he noticed a few things.


    First was the fact that he had 2 of his subordinates standing guard not far from his room. But from the looks of it, it seemed that this unknown man had disabled them and taken their gun.


    The second was the fact that this man should obviously know him, or rather who he was. Yet, despite knowing he was a colonel of the army, this masked guy''s eyes and voice were just too rxed.


    While Weeber''s mind continued analyzing, the two of them had entered the room. The man sat on the chair, gesturing the colonel to sit on the bed.


    The masked man leaned back in his chair, his posture rxed, a disconcerting juxtaposition against the gravity of the situation. He broke the silence, his voiceced with an unsettling mix of friendliness and menace.


    "You need not fear, Colonel. I havee to talk, to offer my assistance. I wish to be your friend."


    Weeber''s mind churned, attempting to make sense of the stranger''s intentions. Who was this person? What did they truly seek? He decided to y along, to gather as much information as possible before making his move. Locking eyes with the intruder, he asks.


    "If you genuinely wish to be my friend, what purpose does the mask and the gun serve?"


    A chuckle escaped the masked man''s lips, an eerie sound that echoed through the room. "These are uncertain times, Colonel. Caution is a must. Rest assured, there wille a time when I will reveal myself to you. But for now, as a gesture of goodwill¡­"


    With deliberate movements, the intruder ced the gun on the table, a calcted disy of trust. Weeber observed closely, his mind still racing, his intuition warning him againstcency. The man exuded danger, a fact that Weeber could not ignore.


    Fixing his gaze upon the colonel, the masked figure reached into his pocket, retrieved a USB drive, and ced it on the table. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he spoke once more, his tone casual yetden with hidden significance.


    "Contained within this USB is vital information regarding the uing Apocalypse Game. I trust that you possess the wisdom to discern its value and make the right decisions."


    Weeber snorted skeptically, skepticism etched across his face. "Is this some kind of twisted joke? No one possesses knowledge of the game''s details. Furthermore, you have mistaken me for Colonel Hammond. He has assumed control of the operation for months now. If you seek information, he is the one you should approach."


    The masked man''s confidence remained unshaken, his eyes glinting with an inexplicable certainty. "No, Colonel. It is you who will be in charge of this year''s game."


    A surge of disbelief coursed through Weeber''s veins, his mind struggling toprehend the implications of the stranger''s words.


    ''Who is this guy and what is that he really wants? Is he one of the anti-alien resistance, if he is then I should try to capture him.``


    The next instant, the colonel picked up a bottle near him and threw it at the masked man. He then quickly aimed for the gun on the table, but he was shocked to see how the masked men able to dodge while took a second gun from his back and put it on the colonel''s head.


    Weeber suddenly felt stupid for making such an impulsive decision. He forgot to consider the second gun from his other subordinate. He med it on the alcohol for his bad reasoning.


    While holding the gun, the masked man said, "Wrong move, Colonel. If you are not the man in charge, I would have pulled the trigger." He took the gun from the table and turned towards the door before speaking onest time. "The information in that USB will be useful, Colonel. I hope you make the right judgment."


    Before he could voice his astonishment, the intruder swiftly retrieved the gun from the table and strode purposefully toward the door, leaving no trace of his presence behind.


    Alone once more, Weeber''s hand instinctively reached for his phone, intending to report the unnerving encounter to the appropriate authorities. However, before he could dial a number, his phone began to ring. The Secretary of Defense''s name shed across the screen, and Weeber''s heart skipped a beat.


    "Colonel Weeber, I regret to inform you that Colonel Hammond has taken his own life. In light of this tragedy, you are hereby reinstated as the leader of the operation. The country needs your expertise and guidance," the Secretary of Defense conveyed with a somber tone.


    Weeber''s eyes widened in disbelief, a chilling realization settling in. How could the masked man have known about Hammond''s demise, or about his impending return tomand?

 Chapter 6: Selected

    <h4>Chapter 6: Selected</h4>


    ABC News Live "Good evening, everyone. I''m Geena Davis. Thank you for streaming with us." Geena greeted the audience with a radiant smile, her captivating presence filling the screen.


    The female announcer continued, her voice filled with enthusiasm, "We are now just one week away from the highly anticipated Apocalypse Game, Year 4. Today, we have a special guest joining us, Lieutenant Ethan Sinir, who is currently stationed at the East Coast Training Center. Good morning, Lieutenant Sinir. It''s a pleasure to have you here on this beautiful day."


    As Geena spoke, the screen split in two, and Lieutenant Sinir''s face appeared next to hers. He was a middle-aged man, distinguished in his military uniform, with neatly styled hair. Offering a polite smile, he greeted Geena and the viewers, "Good evening, Geena, and good evening to all of America."


    Eager to delve into the main topic, Geena turned her attention to Lieutenant Sinir. "Lieutenant Sinir, could you please share with us the current situation at the East Coast Training Center? I''m sure our viewers are eager to know."


    "Certainly, Geena. As you can see," the screen transitioned to a live feed of the training center, revealing a sprawling field filled with thousands of people. "Many Americans havee to join us on the first day of the training regime we have set up. We are still awaiting the arrival of many more, and we will be here until the day of the game."


    Geena nodded, her interest evident. "That''s great to hear, Lieutenant Sinir. At this point, our viewers are particrly interested in the Lottery that has recently been delivered to their homes. Do you have anyments or messages for those who have been selected?


    Lieutenant Sinir''s gaze turned earnest as he addressed the camera, speaking directly to the viewer "To all those who have been selected, I understand that you may be feeling anxious, but I want to assure you that our survival rates have significantly increased over the years, while the death rate continues to decline. It is crucial that youe to your respective training centers as soon as possible. We have meticulously prepared everything to support and guide you through this journey."


    Geena beamed at Lieutenant Sinir''s words. "Those are truly reassuring words, Lieutenant. Thank you for joining us today and providing valuable insight to our viewers. Perhaps, this could be the year we emerge victorious."


    With a final wave to the camera, Geena concluded, "That wraps it up for me, Geena Davis. You heard it here first on ABC News."


    ####


    The East Coast Training Center anticipated a staggering 10,000 participants for the first round, while a million from around the world would join in this global event. The thought of potentially saving countless lives weighed heavily on n''s mind.


    For some time, n had contemted his role in this unique situation. Initially, he hesitated to alter history significantly, believing that he should avoid interfering with the natural course of events. By maintaining this approach, he could still leverage his future knowledge to gain an advantage in the Apocalypse Game.


    However, n gradually realized that he alone could not change the future''s oue. The enormity of the impending catastrophe required collective action and strategic intervention. As a result, he made the decision topile the information he deemed crucial onto a USB drive and ndestinely deliver it to someone he trusted¡ªthe reliable and capable Colonel Weeber.


    Though the amount of information was limited, n believed it had the potential to save numerous lives if utilized effectively. He understood that his actions might alter history, but he epted this responsibility, knowing it was precisely why he had been sent back in time.


    With only one week remaining before themencement of the Apocalypse Game, the media buzzed with excitement, covering a wide array of topics and stories surrounding this momentous event.


    This year, the media''s intensity seemed to surpass that of previous Apocalypse Games, as the participation of civilian yers added a new dynamic to the proceedings.


    Governments worldwide recognized the need to address public concerns and prevent unnecessary panic. Theyunched extensive campaigns to emphasize the positive aspects of participating in the Apocalypse Game.


    By highlighting the potential for personal growth, camaraderie, and the opportunity to contribute to humanity''s survival, these campaigns aimed to alleviate fears and foster a sense of unity among the chosen participants.


    ####


    In a quiet suburban house, the news yed on a television screen. An elderly woman watched the broadcast with a mix of concern and anticipation as a young man entered the house, carrying bags of groceries.


    "Mother, I brought home dinner," he announced, a hint of excitement in his voice.


    The son had prepared a sumptuous feast, a sight the small family hadn''t experienced in quite some time. The aroma of the freshly cooked meal filled the air, momentarily lifting the weight of their daily struggles.


    As they sat down at the dinner table, the elderly woman couldn''t help but feel a growing sense of unease. She turned her gaze towards her son and asked, her voice filled with worry, "Daniel, where did you get the money for all of this?"


    The young man smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and hope. He began carving a piece of sulent roasted meat for his mother and reassured her, "Don''t worry, Mother. From now on, we won''t have to worry about food anymore."


    The past three years had been incredibly challenging for the family since the arrival of the aliens and the subsequent loss of the father, who had been their pir of support.


    Unemployment and hardships had be their dailypanions. Thus, the sudden feast was meant to bring them joy and relief. However, the elderly woman couldn''t shake off her apprehension, and it weighed heavily on her heart.


    "Daniels... how... did you manage all of this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.


    Setting down his cutlery, the young man reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope filled with money, a total of $10,000. He handed it to his mother, his expression filled with both determination and a touch of sadness.


    "Mother, I''ve been selected. I will be leaving for the camp tomorrow."


    Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief, tears welling up as she pleaded, "No... no, Daniel. You have a bright future ahead of you. Please don''t go."


    Standing up, the young man walked over to a nearby disy case holding several football trophies, each inscribed with the words "Quarterback of the Year." He turned back to his mother, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and determination.


    "I''m sorry, Mother, but there''s no future left in this game. It''s all in the past now."


    Trembling, the elderly woman looked up at her son, her voice filled with a mix of fear and love. "Daniel... promise me that you''ll survive. Promise me that you''lle back to me."


    With a solemn nod, the young man embraced his mother tightly, whispering words of reassurance. "Don''t worry, Mother. I will survive this. I promise."


    As the morning sun rose, Daniel picked up his bag, filled with a mix of trepidation and determination, and gave his mother a tender kiss goodbye.


    To his surprise, a familiar figure awaited him outside.


    "Mr. D... why... why are you here?"

 Chapter 7: Training Center

    <h4>Chapter 7: Training Center</h4>


    The Apocalypse Game Training Center, known as AGTC, was a sprawling facility that once served as a renowned sportsplex for athletes from across the nation.


    However, with the advent of the Apocalypse Game, it had been repurposed into a highly advanced training center located just a few miles from downtown Manhattan.


    The imposing structure now stood as a testament to the gravity of the challenges that awaited its participants.


    On the fourth day of the training program, n and Daniel arrived at the AGTC, among thest group of recruits to join the rigorous preparation.


    Two days ago, n had managed to persuade Daniel to apany him to his secluded cabin before heading to the center. In the tranquil surroundings of the cabin, n had taken the opportunity to brief Daniel on his n, revealing the secret information he had obtained about the uing game.


    Recognizing n as his respected teacher while knowing nothing about the game and no one else joining, Daniel made the resolute decision to follow n''s lead. Consequently, their arrival at the training center was dyed.


    As n and Daniel reached their destination, they were swiftly directed to the administrative center, where their credentials would be processed. The administrative center, a six-story building previously designated as the medical facility of the sportsplex, had now be the nerve center of the AGTC. Army personnel roamed the premises, d in distinctive uniforms that signified their authority and expertise.


    "n D Angello!"


    When his name was called, n promptly made his way to the source of themanding voice for identity verification. Once cleared, he was escorted to the adjacent medical center, where n underwent a series of thorough medical check-ups to ensure his physical fitness and readiness for the challenges ahead.


    The medical staff diligently examined his vital signs, ensuring his overall well-being. Once satisfied with the results, they instructed him to lie down on a specially designed bed-like contraption that resembled an MRI machine.


    His body was securely strapped in ce and the machine, different from a conventional scanner, began a unique process specifically tailored to the Apocalypse Game. Metal arms, reminiscent of pincers, maneuvered with precision, delivering brief but intense jolts of pain to three distinct areas of n''s body.


    The first surge of difort emanated from his wrists as metallic bracelets, known as Gamelinks, were skillfully installed.


    These advanced bracelets covered a significant portion of n''s forearms, providing him with immediate ess to vital information and updates about the Apocalypse Game. Essentially functioning as attached mobile devices, the Gamelinks would prove essential tools for survival.


    The second burst of pain centered around n''s chest, where a small, intricate metallic disk was embedded close to his heart. Thisplex sensory device served to continuously monitor and maintain the health of his cardiovascr system throughout the game. Its primary purpose was to ensure his heart''s stability, providing real-time feedback and support.


    Lastly, n experienced a sharp sensation on the top part of his right earlobe. Upon inspection, he discovered a metallic, coin-sizedmunication device seamlessly integrated into his ear. This sophisticated imnt facilitated direct transmission of information and voices into his brain, enhancingmunication capabilities and enabling swift decision-making in the face of imminent dangers.


    The instation of these three essential devices waspulsory for every participant in the Apocalypse Game. Supplied by the enigmatic Aliens, they were meticulously attached to the bones, rendering their removal an arduous and intricate process.


    The medical staff, fully aware of the devices'' significance, stressed the importance of not tampering with them. Any attempt to meddle with the devices would result in severe consequences, including imprisonment or worse.


    With the devices now securely in ce, n was given time to limate to their presence on his body. The medical staff thanked him for his cooperation and wished him well in the uing game.


    "Thank you for your service, Mr. Angelo"


    After the medical procedures, n reunited with Daniel, and the two were promptly informed about the uing orientation session. Hundreds of new participants gathered in arge hall, where a high-ranking officer from the Department of Defense, none other than Colonel Weeber, delivered an opening speech.


    n noticed a change in the colonel''s demeanor since theirst encounter. The colonel exuded a newfound sense of determination and resilience as he addressed the gathered recruits.


    "You all share amon bond, whether it be your age, upation, ethnicity, or gender. Regardless of your backgrounds, you are now heroes, and we express our gratitude for your service," Colonel Weeber dered, his voice echoing through the hall, instilling a sense of purpose and unity among the participants.


    Following the opening speech, the recruits were led to engage in various training modules. The first module focused on survival training, epassing a wide range of skills necessary to endure dangerous situations and thrive in harsh wilderness environments.


    n couldn''t help but smile, realizing that the colonel had taken his advice into ount by including a segment on surviving in cold conditions.


    The second module delved into game training, which involved studying past game scenarios and learning from the sacrifices of previous participants. Although no two games had ever been the same, the insights gleaned from the recorded footage proved invaluable, offering strategies and lessons that could enhance their chances of survival.


    Combat trainingprised the third module, epassing hand-to-handbat techniques and proficiency with various weapons. The recruits receivedprehensive instruction, including firearm training. They were escorted to an open shooting practice field, equipped with a wide array of firearms ranging from handguns to powerful sniper rifles.


    Under the guidance of expert instructors, they familiarized themselves with the weapons, honing their marksmanship skills.


    At the same time, n took the opportunity to carefully observe the yers. Among them were the 1,000 military personnel deployed to provide support to the civilian participants. Additionally, there were dozens of mercenaries and even a group of inmates enticed by the promise of freedom if they managed to survive the game.


    However, the individuals who caught n''s attention the most were the veteran yers, those who had managed to survive the brutal challenges of previous games. They stood out from the rest, their improved stats and battle-hardened experience making them both formidable allies and dangerous adversaries.


    Their presence could either be a blessing, as they could offer guidance and protection, or a curse, as theirpetitiveness could create fierce rivalries.


    There were only a few faces that n recognized as most of these people died in the game. and n himself had been solely focused on his own survival.


    With this in mind, n decided not to approach any of the yers just yet. As a neer and seemingly insignificant in their eyes, he doubted they would pay him much attention or believe his words.


    After two intense days of training, the long-awaited day of the Apocalypse Game finally arrived. With over 9,000 participants registered out of the initial 10,000 selected, the recruitment campaign was considered a sess, particrly given the predominantly civilian background of the participants.


    Buses lined up to transport the eager recruits to New York''s Central Park, the designated starting point of the game.


    As the convoy of buses arrived at the park, n gazed upon the sprawling crowds that had gathered in anticipation. Some came to cheer for the participants, celebrating their bravery, while others voiced their dissent, protesting the government''s controversial new policy. The recruits disembarked from the buses and were directed towards a prominent pyramid-like structure within the park, which would serve as the entry point to the game.


    n and Daniel parted ways, guided to different locations ording to their designated numbers. Inside the pyramid, the interior radiated a pristine white glow, creating an atmosphere of both awe and trepidation.


    Scattered throughout the vast space were human-sized game capsules, ready to receive their upants. Meticulous androids, with multiple arms, moved tirelessly, ensuring the capsules remained in optimal condition and swiftly attending to any potential malfunctions.


    Within this bustling environment, n noticed the wavering confidence of hundreds of participants, their nerves starting to fray under the weight of the impending challenge.


    The army personnel present offered support and guidance, gently pushing the recruits to enter their designated capsules while maintaining an air of authority.


    Having been well-informed of his destination, n navigated his way to the capsule he had upied in his previous life. As he stepped inside, the door sealed shut behind him, enclosing him in a confined space.


    Tubes emerged from the capsule''s interior, connecting to the three devices attached to his body. With each connection established, n''s consciousness began to fade gradually, surrendering to the impending game that awaited him.


    [System Linked]


    [Wee to Apocalypse Game]

 Chapter 8: Status

    <h4>Chapter 8: Status</h4>


    When n regained consciousness, he found himself in a small, all-white room known as the Virtual Waiting Room of the Apocalypse Game. As he slowly gathered his thoughts, memories of his previous experiences flooded his mind, and the familiar atmosphere of the room brought back a sense of nostalgia.


    Shortly after, a mechanical voice resounded in his mind, breaking the silence.


    [Game will be started in 10 minutes]


    With a clear understanding of what was toe, n utilized the remaining time to assess his current status. He essed the Game Link, a device attached to his arm, and a game-like interface appeared before him, disying rows of notifications.


    The first page showed his basic information and attributes:


    [Authenticating User ID...]


    [User ID Confirmed: n D Angello, Male, 27 years old]


    [Level 1: 0/200]


    [HP: 110]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Survival points: 0]


    [Strength : E-]


    [Agility : E]


    [Endurance : E-]


    [Perception : E]


    [Intelligence : D-]


    [Spirit : F-]


    [Average Rating: E-]


    The Apocalypse Game''s advanced technology scanned the yer''s physical condition in the real world and then it would give out the attributes and its value based on the information it garnered. Each attribute was assigned a letter grade, ranging from F- to S+, indicating different levels of proficiency.


    n was pleasantly surprised to see that his starting attributes had significantly improved since hisst ythrough. A smile curled on his lips as he realized the fruits of his intense training over the past four weeks.


    In his previous life within the game, n had begun with meager F and F+ ratings in Strength, Agility, and Endurance. However, this time around, his attributes had received a substantial boost, reaching E and E- levels. This upgrade ced him on par with a trained soldier or a strong prime athlete. The satisfaction of seeing his progress filled him with renewed confidence.


    Following that, n went through the second page which showed his equipment as well as his inventory.


    [Equipment]


    [Name : Beginner Suits]


    [Type: Clothes]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Equipment Rating: 0]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effect: None]


    [Able To Bring outside of Game: No]


    [Remarks: This is everyone''s starting clothes. Better than being naked]


    ####


    [Inventory]


    [Name: Water Bottle]


    [Type: Consumable]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Recover 30 HP and 10% Stamina regeneration within 5 minute]


    [Effect: None]


    [Able To Bring outside of Game: Yes]


    [Remark: Keep yourself hydrated, taste better when served cold!]


    The beginner suit given by the game was a red-colored tracksuit that covered the yer''s entire body, from neck to ankle. Apart from being the yer''s uniform, the suit also served as an attribute that differentiated between the yers and NPC (Non yer Character) within the game.


    However, for n, it was best to change the outfit as soon as possible because thanks to his experiences he knew that sometimes being not easily recognized as a yer would have its own benefits.


    As for the Inventory, it came with a standard backpack that could store limited number of items. The first essential thing he had in his inventory was the water bottle, which woulde in handy, especially in the early stages where having healing items could easily determine one''s life and death.


    What n was waiting for the most, however, was the third page. The page that would show a list of skills he possessed. He felt kind of anxious, yet on the other hand he was also excited to see what skills he would have.


    He sighed with hope as he waited for the page to refresh, and when the page finally showed what he had been waiting for, n couldn''t help but throw his fists into the air. He was truly overjoyed by what he saw at this moment.


    [Skill]


    [Scanning appropriate skill]


    [7 skills found]


    "7 skills! This is great!" n eximed with surprise.


    ####


    [Common Skill]


    [Unarmed Combat (Novice)]


    [Dagger Weapon (Novice)]


    [Small Firearm (Expert)]


    [Sword Weapon (Expert)]


    ####


    [Umon Skill]


    [Repair (Basic)]


    [Sneak (Basic)]


    ####


    [Unique Skill]


    [Science (Basic)]


    ####


    n''s disbelief turned into pure tion. In his past life, these seven additional skills were his main areas of expertise, some of them even reaching master and grandmaster levels.


    The game''s system had evidently recognized the skills that were deeply ingrained in his memory, albeit in a downgraded form. n felt immense gratitude for the unexpected advantage these skills would provide him.


    As n savored his newfound skill, a final notification appeared, signaling the imminent start of the game


    [10 minutes are up]


    [Authenticating Element...]


    [Apocalypse Game wees you. The game will begin shortly...]


    [Server location: New York, America]


    [9,328 yers detected]


    [Entering Game, Round one...]


    [Human versus the force of nature]


    [Background: A massive tropical depression brought a gigantic hurricane superstorm. It is confirmed that the force of the storm will be extremely strong, that the entire Northern Hemisphere would be in a new ice age once it ends.]


    [Main Quest: Survive for 8 hours]


    [Secondary Quest (Optional): Aid civilians until the disaster ends. Each civilian helped can provide you with a higher rating.]


    [Bonus Quest (Optional): Escape the city for extra rewards]


    [Fail mission penalty: 1000 survival points]


    With the final notification popping up, the first round of Apocalypse Game, Year 4 has finally begun.


    ----------------


    Author Note


    ####


    Attributes Details


    Strength: A measure of raw physical power. It affects the damage of all melee attacks plus how much you can carry, and the ability to carry heavy items.


    Agility: A measure of overall finesse and reflexes. It affects reaction speed, and also dexterity in handling an item


    Endurance: A measure of overall physical fitness. It affects how much health and stamina are affected in all activities.


    Perception: A measurement of environmental and situational awareness, the ability to hear, feel and see further. Influence attack precisions.


    Intelligence: A measurement of brain capacity, ability to solveplex solutions faster


    Spirit: A measurement of mental acuity, it affects all magic-rted activity


    ####


    Attributes level: F-, F, F+, E-, E, E+, up until S, a total of 21 level


    General example of how levels are categorized using [Strength] as an example


    F-: Impaired, having a disability


    F: Less than a grown man''s strength; a woman''s or teenager''s strength


    F+: An average fully-grown man''s strength.


    E-" A strong prime, like a sportsman


    E: Buff, like a collie working at a station or a trained soldier


    E+: A professional weightlifter, a specially trained soldier.


    D-: Weightlifting champion


    For one''s rank to reach D or higher, one had to have superhuman strength.


    ####


    Item and Proficiency Rarity


    Common - Umon - Unique - Legendary - Divine


    ####


    Skill level


    Basic - Novice - Expert - Master - Grandmaster - Transendence

 Chapter 9: Round One

    <h4>Chapter 9: Round One</h4>


    [Game Start!]


    As the window screen disappeared, n opened his eyes once more and found that he was lying in a living room inside a luxurious modern condominium. He heaved a sigh of relief, as he recognized the ce as the exact same one where he spawnedst time.


    It meant that the knowledge he had of the game prior to his regression would not be obsolete.


    To make sure that he was still in the same game, n quickly scrambled to his feet and dashed towards the nearest window, only to see the familiar sight of busy streets of New York. Heavy, endless rain fell from the gray-tinted skies, while cars tried to honk at each other in vain during the traffic jam.


    Right after, a notification appeared in his mind.


    [Warning: Disaster will arrive in 10 minutes]


    [You received F level quest: Survive first disaster]


    [You received F level quest: Save a survivor]


    As the participants of the Apocalypse Game had just arrived, to receive such an ominous notification naturally would turn most of them to panic. n, however, lookedpletely unperturbed. He closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling a deep breath, before quickly following the n he made before.


    Turning his gaze away from the window, n rushed into the kitchen and quickly searched the cabs.


    He quickly opened the cab doors and wasn''t bothered when he found nothing of use. He just kept on searching the drawers. Then within a few seconds, he finally found one he was looking for.


    [Name: Lighter]


    [Type: Utility]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effect: To create a fire]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    [Remark: light it up, watch out!]


    Even though the Apocalypse Game seemed so realistic that it could rival the real world, there were still limitations to it. One of them was the fact that only marked items could really be useful in the game.


    For example, he could grab the knife in the kitchen and cut some fruits from the fridge, but without the game effect, he could not do any real damage to anyone and the fruit he eats will not increase his health.


    As for the lighter, yers could do multiple ways to light a fire, but this item is the sure way to guarantee fire would light.


    Taking the lighter from the small drawer, n quickly shoved it into his pocket. After that, he ran out of the door to see a hallway with a dozen doors, an elevator, and stairs. He remembered thatst time, he checked all of those rooms in sight, only to find a stack of canned food and a knife in the room right below. In any other situation, those items might have helped him.


    This time, however, n was not going to waste his time dealing with all that.


    [09:05]


    As he spawned inside the 10th floor of a luxury apartment, taking the stairs would waste at least 3 or 4 minutes of his time while taking the elevator was going to get him killed as the electricity would shut down soon.


    Of course, with his knowledge, n had prepared a n for this. Thus he chose the third option. He quickly dashed across the hallway and stopped right in front of a fire hose reel panel.


    A good punch and a kick were enough to shatter the ss covering the hose into pieces. n then yanked out the hose, tightened it around his arm, and ran towards the window at the end of the hall.


    n peeked his head out the window, staring at the 10-floor drop before ncing at the 36-meter hose in his hand. He took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes. Without further ado, he took the chance and jumped down.


    "Here goes nothing!" He yelled, his voice almost drowned in by the falling rain.


    Swiissshhh!


    n fell around two-thirds of the way before the hose finally caught up and stopped his velocity for a second. Unfortunately, the force of his fall was enough to make it snap, dropping him around 10 meters down.


    "Arrgghhh!" n shouted in a mix of pain and irritation.


    [Impact: Fall Received 35 Damage]


    It was quite a painful fall, if only n has a much higher endurance, he would have received less to no damage. Still, it was a necessary action.


    n''s bodynded with a thud, bringing his predicament to the attention of people around him. Someughed or shook their heads as if he was crazy, while others pped hands as they found his antics entertaining.


    Sadly, he had no time to humor them. A quick nce at the timer showed that the first disaster will strike at exactly [07:45]. n needed to hurry because there wasn''t much time left.


    He quickly rushed down the streets of the jammed city and observed the environment through the heavy rains to find his intended target. In the end, after crossing a street, he found what he was looking for.


    It was a bus that stopped in the middle of all the cars that were jammed in traffic.


    He bolted as fast as he could, only to find the bus was locked. When he looked inside, there was no one.


    n tried to force open the door with all his strength until a notification appeared in front of his eyes.


    [Your E- strength made the door jammed]


    "Dammit!!"


    n stays calm and quickly jacked open the keyholes and with a little more push he finally seeded.


    [Your (Repair) skill helps you open the door]


    n quickly jumped into the driver''s seat and quickly broke out the bottom panel of the steering wheel, and started hot wiring the bus.


    [Your (Science) skill helps you to turn on the vehicle]


    The way the game worked was that the yer needed to have rted knowledge if they wanted to perform aplex activity, but without the proper skill, it would take longer for the action to work, or worse, it would never work at all.


    Now that the bus was on, n quickly pushed the siren as loudly as he could, attracting the attention of everyone on the street. They all looked at the bus in surprise.


    Then, n jumped on the top of the bus to make sure everyone saw him and pointed towards the back of the streets.


    From the end of the street, a massive wall of water, as high as 20 meters, was rushing forward, inching closer and closer by the moment. All the cars and people in its wake were swallowed without mercy, lost within its body.


    The sight quickly brought the people to their senses, and they started to panic before running away with all their might.


    Once again, n screamed.


    "GET INSIDE THE BUS!!"


    [5:09]


    Without further ado, the dozens of people quickly rushed in fear into the bus. He returned to the driver''s seat while his mind filled with counting the number of people entering the bus andparing it to the time he had left.


    [2:10]


    His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of crashing water, and n looked behind from the back seat mirror, only to see the water was currently just about 100 meters behind him.


    "50 passengers!"


    n mmed his feet on the gas pedal, crashed the car in front of him, and let the bus run onto the pedestrian streets. He was in such a hurry, to the extent that an NPCs ended up getting hit by the bus.


    People were screaming both outside and inside the bus, but n kept on pushing the pedal, letting the massive bus rush forward as the wave got closer. It was now just a few meters behind him. His target was clear, it was the New York library that stood much taller than the other buildings around him.


    The bus trembled violently as it rode up the stairs and crashed inside the library lobby. At the same time, the waves finally caught up to him and forced the bus to crash into the wall.


    [Impact: Crash Received 35 Damage]


    n was staggered for a second, and a few people inside the bus got hurt, but a notification came into his mind, and he smiled.


    [You havepleted F level quest: survived the first disaster]


    [You received 100 survival points, 100 XP]


    [You havepleted F level quest: saved a civilian]


    [You received 200 survival points, 100XP, rank F reward]


    [Special: You have saved 50 civilians]


    [You received 500 survival points, 300 XP, rank E reward]


    [You level up to level 3]


    ---------


    Author Note


    Hope you enjoying the new remastered version, If you do, please kindly leave ament or review for the novel, thank you very much. And dont forget to add to your library please.

 Chapter 10: Aftermath

    <h4>Chapter 10: Aftermath</h4>


    There were more than 20 million citizens residing in New York City, with a staggering number of over 900,000 buildings.


    With the emergence of 9,000 yers within the city, the yer-to-NPC ratio stood at approximately 2,000 to 1. Each yer was randomly ced at a distance of about one block from one another, creating an air of uncertainty and istion.


    When disaster first struck, many citizens sought refuge in the nearest sturdy buildings, seeking safety amidst the chaos that unfolded. One such location was the New York Library, a renowned institution that had now be a sanctuary for survivors.


    Among the throngs of NPCs that sought shelter within its walls, n noticed a familiar sight: a small group of individuals donning the same distinctive red tracksuit as him. They were fellow yers who, like n, had sought sce and protection within the library''s hallowed halls.


    The atmosphere within the library was tense, with none of the yers yet to show any interest in interacting with one another. They were still processing the aftermath of the disaster,ing to terms with the chaos that surrounded them.


    Meanwhile, n, soaked to the bone from his rescue efforts, focused on drying his clothes and seizing the opportunity to check his stats.


    Logging into the game link, n reviewed his current status:


    [n D Angello]


    [Level 3: 500/1000]


    [HP: 50/120]


    [Stamina: 78%]


    [Survival points: 800]


    [You have one attribute point to distribute]


    [You have 1x F rank reward, 1x E rank reward]


    A sense of satisfaction washed over n as he saw his progress. Achieving Level 3 and umting survival points in just 15 minutes of gamey was a testament to his skills and quick thinking.


    The reward system in the game provided an additional 10 HP and an attribute point for every two levels in their first thirty levels as a way for a first-timer to gain more advantages in the game. Afterward, it will be every 3 levels.


    Without hesitation, n reached for his trusty water bottle from his inventory and drank it replenishing his health and stamina:


    [Recover 30 HP and 10% Stamina regeneration within 5 minutes]


    Some might consider it wasteful to consume the water at this moment, as health and stamina naturally regenerated over time based on a person''s endurance.


    However, given the game would onlyst for a short 8 hours, added to the unpredictable challenges thaty ahead, n didn''t want to leave anything to chance. Besides, he knew where to find more of those water bottles or simr items again.


    Next, n ess the game link again to distribute his newly received attributes. n right away decided to stick with the n he had initially devised and chose to increase his endurance.


    [Strength : E-]


    [Agility : E]


    [Endurance : E-]+ 1 [E- > E]


    [Perception : E]


    [Intelligence: D-]


    [Spirit : F-]


    Knowing what was ahead of him, n put endurance as a priority. Plus adding an attribute in endurance gave him the much-needed extra health.


    [Increase 10 Maximum Health Points]


    [HP: 120 > 130]


    As for the reward, n decided to keep forter use.


    After a short while, another notification flickered in his mind through the game link:


    [Updating current yers]


    [yers still in the game - 7,932]


    In a span of time that was less than 30 minutes, more than a thousand yers had been eliminated from the game.


    The majority of these yers should be those who tried to get extra points by helping survivors but ended up being carried away by the waves instead.


    Although it was terrible news, this number brought a little smile to n as thest time he yed the game, the number reached close to 3000. He took a littlefort that his warning had something to do with it.


    Just as he processed this information, another crucial notification appeared:


    [Warning: The snowstorm has arrived. The temperature will start to drop]


    The room buzzed withmotion as people rushed to the windows to witness the transformation outside. The torrential rain had ceased, reced by a gentle snowfall. However, what truly shocked everyone was the sight of the once-flooded city streets now frozen solid. The icy grip had reached even the bus that n had rescued survivors from, freezing it in ce within the lobby.


    In a remarkably short span of time, the circumstances had drastically changed. n could feel the chilling cold creeping into his bones as the temperature plummeted.


    A status alert appeared in his interface:


    [You Received Status: Cold Level One]


    [Stamina Regeneration Drops 10%]


    With this development, the battle against the freezing cold had officially begun. Each yer''s primary objective was to keep warm and survive the eight hours of the game.


    However, as tension filled the hallway, a suddenmotion erupted from the crowd. A man d in a soldier''s uniform stepped forward,manding the attention of everyone present. His authoritative voice reverberated through the room, cutting through the murmur of uncertainty.


    "Listen up! I am Private Briggs of the U.S. Army. We need to evacuate this ce before the temperature drops any further"


    His words hung in the air, stirring a mixture of hope and doubt among the gathered crowd. Private Briggs was one of the 1,000 army personnel integrated into the game, tasked with providing guidance and assistance to other yers. While they may not possess the experience of veteran yers, the government had equipped them with basic gear salvaged from previous rounds, including their soldier uniforms and potentially more based on their rank.


    Private Briggs'' deration quickly captured the attention of not only the dozen yers present but also the few hundred NPC civilians seeking refuge within the library. However, an older yer, a man in histe thirties, stepped forward, his voice filled with skepticism and concern.


    "Sir, you want us to go out there? Just one soldier like you leading us? No! No! I would rather stay here and wait out the weather!"


    His words resonated with some of the other yers and civilians who were still gripped by fear and uncertainty. The room quickly buzzed with conflicting opinions, creating a tense atmosphere as individuals grappled with the decision thaty before them.

 Chapter 11: Arguments

    <h4>Chapter 11: Arguments</h4>


    The middle-aged yer who had voiced his distrust toward authority seemed to hold a position of importance in the real world, most likely a bigshot businessman or a CEO.


    His words resonated with the NPC civilians and yers who were still traumatized by the terrifying flood, garnering more support for his stance. On the other hand, among the one thousand soldiers included in the game, Private Briggs held the lowest rank, making it difficult for many to believe in his capacity to handle the crowd.


    Undeterred by the growing opposition, Private Briggs continued to assert himself. "My orders are to lead you all to safety. We will head south, where it is warmer, and gather with the rest of the army along the way."


    "No, I will stay here, and you all should too," the CEO dered, his wordsced with a sense of defiance.


    He added, "Go if you have to, leave!"


    Unwilling topromise, the soldier moved in to approach the man, feeling intimidated the man suddenly revealed a gun strapped to his waist, forcing the soldier to abruptly stop.


    The presence of a civilian wielding a gun was shocking. Such rare items were not easily obtained during the early stages of the game, and it was hard to believe that the man had acquired one within the chaotic first ten minutes. The only usible exnation was that he had obtained it before the game, most likely by spending a substantial amount of money to purchase it. Even Private Briggs, as a soldier, had not been equipped with such an item by the government.


    Amidst the turmoil and sh of opinions, n maintained his silence, keenly observing the unfolding events. On closer inspection, he didn''t recognize any of the individuals involved, nor did he have any recollection of being inside this library during his previous gamey. As a result, he had no idea what would unfold in this particr scenario.


    Sensing the intensifying situation, a few dozen people who had been saved by n approached him, seeking his opinion. "Mister, what do you think we should do?"


    "You all should stay here," n replied calmly, his voice projecting assurance. "It''s essential to prioritize your warmth and safety. By remaining inside the library, you stand a better chance of surviving this ordeal."


    Among the group, one figure stood out¡ªa beautiful brte in her early twenties whose face struck a chord of familiarity within n. She revealed that n had saved her during the chaos that ensued after the disaster.


    Looking at him with a charming smile, she said, "So you think we should stay? Why?"


    n had his own n in mind, but before he could exin, the tension between the CEO and the soldiers escted.


    To make sure he could achieve his objective, n decided to jump in, approached the two, and called for a more private conversation away from the crowds.


    "Please hear me out," he implored, gathering the attention of not only the CEO and Private Briggs but also some of the other yers around. "Respectfully, the temperatures outside are dropping rapidly, and it will only get colder to the point that we couldn''t survive outside of a building. Trust me, I am a scientist."


    Although it was a gray lie, n believed that it was necessary to build trust and persuade the opposing sides. The CEO smiled, thinking that n had sided with him. However, before he could react, n interjected, "No you are mistaken, for yers, unfortunately simply staying inside will not be enough to survive the game. It won''t be that easy. The least you need to do is to find items or quests to help you withstand the cold."


    His argument resonated with the gathered yers, and several heads nodded in agreement. n added that following Private Briggs was likely the safest solution. However, he abruptly paused, adopting a serious expression as he addressed the soldier.


    "I believe your objective was to save the yers, not the NPCs. Remember, this is a game, and they are not real people."


    n''s words had a profound impact on Private Briggs and the others present. While everyone remained attentive, n put forth a solution. Recognizing that the soldier was alone without backup, he suggested that Private Briggs should bring along the yers and leave the NPCs behind. This way, he could focus on his primary task with better results. As for the yers who wished to stay, it should no longer be his responsibility.


    Thepromise was quickly epted by both sides.


    "Alright, those who wish to follow me, we will head out right away," Private Briggs dered, the conviction in his voice reaffirming hismitment to their safety.


    Among the dozen yers, only five of them decided to stay. As the group departed, n turned his attention back to the CEO and said "Are you staying because you''re afraid or because you''re aiming for the extra points?" n asked directly.


    Bill''s face broke into a wide smile. "You''re a sharp bloke. What''s your name?"


    "I''m n."


    "Good, n. I''m Bill. I know I couldn''t handle all these people by myself. Help me take care of them, and share the reward"


    Survival was their primary objective, but n was aware that there were always yers willing to take risks for the sake of extra points. In this round, being involved in saving more civilians would earn them additional points. Having encountered many opportunistic yers in the past, n quickly recognized that Bill was one of the biggest opportunists of them all.


    "Alright, I ept," n agreed, realizing that his n will be in line with the man and coborating with Bill would be more advantageous given therge group of people they had to manage.


    Unfortunately, just a minute after Private Briggs had abruptly left without exining the situation to the NPCs, unrest began to stir among them. n sighed, realizing that he should have made the soldier say a few words before departing.


    Bill quickly tried to calm the crowd with his words, but surprisingly it didn''t work as easily as before. When n was prepared to give it a try, he was surprised to find the brte young woman stepping forward, taking charge.


    Standing in front of the restless crowd, she pleaded, "Please calm down. The soldier has gone to find help for us. Don''t worry, you will be safer inside."


    Her words, though simple, quickly calmed the crowd. Turning to face n, she shed him a smile. "You''re wee"


    n wondered about the true identity of this familiar young woman. There was something about her that intrigued him.


    "Who is she?"

 Chapter 12: The Players

    <h4>Chapter 12: The yers</h4>


    "My name is Victoria, but you can call me Vicky!" the young woman introduced herself with a charming smile. The mention of her name added to the sense of familiarity n felt towards her, allowing him to ce her in his memory. However, before he could delve deeper into his recollection, one of the five yers, an American Mexican, interjected.


    "You''re Victoria Collins! Oh wow, to see an actress like you here. I''m a huge fan!" he eximed, clearly starstruck by her presence.


    n now recognized her. Victoria Collins used to be a rising star in the entertainment industry, known for her acting and singing talents. However, her name faded from the Hollywood charts due to some incident that brought her career to a halt.


    Acknowledging the Mexican yer''sment, Victoria turned her gaze towards n and said, "I''m just a washed-up actress, but this man here, you should have seen him drive the bus earlier... he''s as cool as Keanu." She approached n with a yful smile. "I think I''m in love."


    n took a step back, maintaining a serious demeanor. "Let''s not joke around and focus on the game," he replied, redirecting the conversation.


    Bill, the CEO, chimed in, "So, do you have a n?"


    "Yes," n responded, capturing the group''s attention. He proceeded to outline the main details of his strategy, emphasizing the need for weapons and supplies to survive the game. He assured them that he was familiar with the area they were in and had a target in mind. Hearing his n, all five yers decided to join him without hesitation.


    However, before they set off, n added a cautionary note, fixing them with a stern gaze. "I must warn you, it will be dangerous. If you choose to follow, your safety is your own responsibility."


    Undeterred by his warning, all five nodded resolutely, disying their determination to face the challenges ahead.


    In addition to Bill and Vicky, there was Luis, the rtively short Mexican yer, who seemed to exude a lively and spirited energy. There were also two physically imposing men¡ªSam, a construction worker, and Milo, a quiet Italian American who spoke little but carried an air of mystery with him.


    Having experienced three years of the game and observed the selection of civilian lottery batches, n knew that there were no weak yers chosen for this game. Each individual possessed unique skills or qualities that could prove valuable in future challenges. For instance, n suspected that Victoria possessed the [speechcraft] skill, as demonstrated by her ability to easily convince and calm the crowds.


    n couldn''t help but wonder how each member of the group would contribute and prove useful in the challenges that awaited them. The dynamics of their team had the potential to be a game-changer in their quest for survival.


    "Alright, let''s go," n dered, opening the door to the New York Library. As soon as he did, a gust of chilling wind swept in, prating their bodies and making them shiver involuntarily. The bone-chilling cold reached deep into their cores, prompting some of them to rub their hands together for warmth.


    [You Received Status: Cold level two]


    [Stamina Regeneration Drops 25%]


    A notification suddenly appeared before their eyes, causing all six of them to react. Luis, visibly jittery, eximed, "Yo man, this is so damn cold!"


    Surviving the harsh weather was the first challenge of the game, and endurance was a crucial attribute in such situations. Despite n''s recently upgraded endurance, he still sumbed to the level-two cold. Among the group, Sam and Milo, with their E+ endurance, were able to resist level 2, while Victoria and Bill, who only had F+ endurance, suffered a level 3 status that reduced their regeneration by 50%.


    This prompted Bill, the CEO, to decide against joining them, opting instead to retreat back inside for safety.


    "You guys go ahead, someone has to guard these civilians don''t you think "


    Such a response brought some negative reactions toward the other, but n quickly interrupt and agreed with the idea, he wouldn''t want to return having all these civilians gone.


    n nced at Victoria, who was visibly fighting against the cold, and asked, "Are you sure about this?"


    With unwavering determination, she nodded.


    "Ok then, Let''s hurry. It will only get colder from here on out."


    As they trudged across the snowy fields, they observed dozens of other people on the streets, each with their own ns. Their footprints were quickly covered by the relentless snowfall. Aware that their condition would worsen with time, n urged the group to quicken their pace.


    However, the heavy snow and their cold debuff status prevented them from running at their normal speed. Several minutester, they passed by a department store that provide almost everything needs, tempting Luis with its potential supplies.


    "Now that''s what I''m talking about! Time to hustle!" he eximed, his excitement evident.


    n quickly intervened. "No! We''re not going that way."


    In this scenario, markets and simr ces would be the first target people went to, meaning there would be hundreds of mobs or yers inside fighting over the supplies.


    In other words, going there would most likely be dangerous. "Are you sure, bro?!.. damn!"


    Even though he was doubtful, Luis conceded n''s point. The group quickly continued their journey.


    They walked six more blocks until they arrived at their designated ce - a half-copsed hospital.


    This hospital had taken a severe hit from the tsunami, with the first floor submerged and turned into a frozen wall of ice. The remaining floors were in a precarious state, gradually sumbing to the weight of the snow. From a distance, n spotted only a few people passing by or near the area, confirming its rtive safety. He made the decision to lead the group inside.


    "Okay, let''s follow the n," n dered, stepping into the half-copsed hospital. Their footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridors as they ventured deeper into the wreckage, hoping to find the supplies necessary for their survival.

 Chapter 13: Loots

    <h4>Chapter 13: Loots</h4>


    n gestured to the three men¡ªSam, Milo, and Luis¡ªand gave them clear instructions. Their objective was to head to the small cafeteria on the second floor of the west wing. Normally reserved for hospital staff, this cafeteria held an abundance of canned food that could be salvaged. Their task was simple: gather as much food as possible.


    Meanwhile, n and Vicky would make their way to theb to scavenge for medical supplies. Seeing how n know his way around the hospital, the young woman couldn''t contain her curiosity, her eyes brimming with questions.


    "How do you know this hospital so well? Were you a regr visitor here?"


    n shrugged, choosing not to divulge any further information. He certainly had no intention of revealing his knowledge of the hospital was due to his previous scouting in real life, a meticulous n to ensure his advantage within the game.


    "Let''s focus on the task at hand," he replied.


    n emphasized the importance of caution, reminding the group that they might encounter resistance while searching for supplies. If they came across any weapons, he urged them to use them without hesitation. There was one more crucial detail he shared.


    "Oh, and one more thing¡ªI''m expecting a friend named Daniel. Please don''t harm him."


    Initially, n had nned to partner with Daniel for this salvage operation. However, due to the uncertainty of Daniel''s spawn location, n had agreed to bring others along as backup. He wasn''t sure if Daniel would reach the hospital in time, but he had instructed him not toe if he couldn''t make it within the agreed time frame.


    With their tasks assigned, the group of five split up. n and Vicky swiftly ascended to the third floor, arriving at theb a few minutester. They found the area deserted and began searching for the specific items they needed.


    As they scoured theb, they stumbled upon various medical supplies, eachbeled with its attributes, effects, and other remarks ording to the game''s interface


    ####


    [Name: Gauze Bandage]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Recovers 30 HP within 90 seconds]


    [Effects: Suppresses Bleeding]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: Use too much and you will look like a Mummy]


    ####


    [Name: Painkiller]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effects: It can relieve your pain for 3 minutes!]


    [Able To Bring Out Of The Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: Be warned, being painless doesn''t make you invincible]


    ####


    [Name:Blood Pack]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Recovers 60 HP within 120 seconds]


    [Effect: None]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: Precious items, especially for those who drink one]


    In addition to the items marked by the game, n also told Vicky to get all the alcohol she could find, even though those were not marked as game items. Facing her apparent confusion, n just nonchntly replied without providing an exnation.


    "Just get them all." He waved his hand as he searched on the other side of the room.


    The two opened up almost all of the cabs in theb until n found what he was looking for, a few bottles of unmarked antiseptics and one useful marked item.


    [Name: Antibiotics]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effects: It can cure infection]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: Rabies is a bitch!]


    During all the salvaging n found unexpected valuable items, one not easy to find on stage one of the apocalypse game


    [Name: Buffout]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: STR +2, END +2, MAX Hp +30 for 120 seconds]


    [Effects: HP and STAMiINA - halved for 30 minutes]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    Finally, after ransacking the needed items, they gathered everything they had just found.


    [14 x Gauze Bandage]


    [8 x Painkillers]


    [2x Bloodpack]


    [2 x Antibiotics]


    [1x Buffout]


    n checked out his Gamelink and looked at the remaining time in the countdown.


    [6 hours: 7 minutes]


    This indicated that they had been ying the game for almost two hours, and when n saw the number, he quickly called on Vicky.


    "We need to leave now," he said in a hurry.


    The girl was taken by surprise. She just found entering another room that she believed had more time could be useful. She then immediately suggested they should stay longer,


    "No, we have no time. Let''s go!"


    Actually, n was still hoping that Daniel woulde, but the 2 hours was the limited time both of them had agreed. If the high school student couldn''t reach the ce by then, n told him not toe.


    Vicky quickly follow n''s lead toward the cafeteria on the second floor, where the others were piling up all the canned food and storing it in their bags.


    These were medium size canned food that was usually used to feed arge number of people.


    [Name: Canned Meat]


    [Type: Food]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Recover 30 HP and 20% Stamina regeneration within 15 minutes]


    [Effects: Prevent hunger]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: Don''t ask what meat is inside]


    ####


    [Name: Canned Fruits]


    [Type: Food]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Recover 20 HP and 30% Stamina regeneration within 15 minutes]


    [Effects: Prevent hunger]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: 100% Artificial fruit]


    The way the game worked was that the yer''s bags served as some kind of spatial storage that could be filled with various items of any size. However, there were a certain amount of limitations depending on their level of strength.


    n and Vicky had the medicines and several alcohol bottles on their back. Although these items were supposed to be light, when n picked up his 13th canned food, a notification suddenly came to his mind.


    [Warning: You have carried too many items]


    The penalty for pushing the bag limit would be a considerable drop in stamina generation. When this happened, the yers would find it much harder to move to the point of being unable to move at all.


    Vicky could only store 9 food cans, whereas Luis, who had the same strength, could store 12 canned foods.


    Sam, a construction worker with higher strength, could store up to 16 cans, while Milo, who surprised everyone, was able to store up to 18 cans.


    By this time, there were still 50 more cans left in the kitchen.


    "Maybe we should find a cart and carry them all inside." It was Sam who made such a suggestion.


    "That''s what I am talking about, dawg!" said Luis, quickly agreed


    "No, we need to prioritize speed. We don''t have time," n exined convincingly, though Sam and Luis remained skeptical.


    Sam argued, "What''s the rush, bro? We still have six hours left. We''ve got plenty of time. We should gather more for the next round."


    n, prepared to leave them behind if necessary, felt a pang of frustration. But before he could act on his impulse, amotion erupted from outside.


    "Dammit, they''re already here!"

 Chapter 14: Mobs

    <h4>Chapter 14: Mobs</h4>


    n cursed quietly as he realized how serious the situation was bing.


    He understood very well the danger they were in. The noise and chaos grew louder, and arge group of frightened civilians outside wanted to get into their safe ce. The mob was getting closer and closer.


    n knew from past experiences how dangerous an unruly mob could be. He remembered the risks they posed if they managed to break through the building''s defenses. But he hadn''t expected them to arrive so quickly.


    Suddenly, a terrifying sound broke the silence, grabbing everyone''s attention. It was like the sound of breaking ss, a signal of imminent danger. Luis, filled with fear, begged them to leave immediately.


    n shook his head andmanded, "Back door!"


    His urgency didn''t leave any room for discussion. The fivepanions acted quickly, their hearts racing. The room turned chaotic as they rushed towards the emergency exit at the back. Each step they took was filled with their own thoughts, focused on one goal: escaping. Fueled by adrenaline, the Mexican man sprinted forward and opened the steel door without hesitation.


    "Arrrghh! No!" Luis cried out in agony.


    Two frightened civilians had managed to get inside their safe space and were attacking Luis, pinning him down. n, driven by a protective instinct, used all his strength to push against the steel door, preventing the intruders from getting any closer. But the sheer force of the mob on the other side was overwhelming, and they were determined to break through the barrier.


    Vicky, filled with adrenaline, tried to free Luis from the attackers'' grip, but her efforts were in vain. Their hold was unrelenting.


    Meanwhile, Sam, frozen in shock, stood motionless, trying to make sense of the chaotic scene unfolding before him. Amidst the turmoil, Luis''s desperate screams for help echoed through the air, stirring a deep sense of anguish.


    In that moment, n couldn''t help but regret bringing inexperienced individuals into this dangerous situation. Most of themcked the courage to even fight against non-yer characters.


    However, a glimmer of hope emerged when Milo, the American-Italian man, rushed forward and braced the door.


    "Good!" n eximed with gratitude, the weight of the situation lessened ever so slightly. He swiftly extended a helping hand to Luis, lifting him up, and delivered a powerful, bone-crushing kick to the man still holding him captive.


    [Impact: Kick Inflicts 17 Damage]


    [Impact: Kick Inflicts 19 Damage. Target Knocked Out¡­]


    With one NPC incapacitated n swiftly turned his attention to the second assant, unleashing a devastating punch that struck the face with precision and force.


    [Impact: Punch Inflicts 16 Damage]


    He struck again, unleashing a barrage of blows with unwavering determination.


    [Impact: Punch Inflicts 17 Damage. Target Knocked Out¡­]


    As the two assants fell to the ground, defeated, their forms dissipated into ethereal energy, leaving n with a sense of aplishment.


    [You gained 80 XP and 20 survival points]


    As their victory was short-lived, the mob outside grew even more aggressive, intensifying their assault. The fivepanions exchanged anxious nces, silently acknowledging the urgency of the situation.


    "What do we do now?" Luis''s voice quivered with fear, mirroring the unease that gripped them all.


    Before they could formte a n, a cacophony of noise erupted from the front of the hospital, piercing through the chaos. n''s eyes widened, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins.


    "The front door!" he shouted, his voice filled with determination and a hint of apprehension. Without hesitation, he lunged toward the source, his instincts taking over.


    A chilling sight greeted him¡ªa wave of desperate NPC mobs flooded the hospital lobby, their eyes filled with desperation.


    n wasted no time, unleashing a swift and powerful high kick that struck the nearest mob with deadly uracy.


    [Impact: Lethal Attack, Inflicts 30 Damage, Target Knocked Out¡­]


    The blow hit a critical area, amplifying the damage inflicted and rendering the assant instantly incapacitated.


    [You gained 40 XP and 10 survival points]


    "Who''s next?" n taunted, provoking the remaining mobs to charge at him.


    Their frenzied eyes locked onto him, their hunger for violence palpable. One by one, they lunged at him, but n''s years ofbat experience served as an imprable shield to anticipate their every move, swiftly countering with precision strikes.


    Two mobs, sensing an opportunity,unched simultaneous attacks¡ªone from the front and another from behind. n''s instincts kicked in, and he deftly parried the iing blow, using his hand to draw the opponent closer.


    Swiftly his knee connected with the assant''s face, propelling him backward in a whirlwind of pain.


    Another mob, sensing an opening, attempted a kick from behind. But n, sidestepped effortlessly, evading the attack with calcted grace.


    His right elbow struck the mob to his right, delivering a powerful blow that sent shockwaves of pain through his opponent''s body.


    Though n focused his strikes on vital areas, delivering lethal attacks in the midst of hand-to-handbat proved challenging. However, his [Unarmed Combat (Novice)] skill bestowed upon him a 25% damage bonus for each strike, providing the extra edge needed to dispatch the mobs swiftly.


    [You gained 200 XP and 50 survival points]


    The other members of the group, who had arrived slightlyter, could only gaze in awe at n''s prowess.


    To their surprise, n did not immediately seal the door, but instead, he awaited the onught of more mobs.


    "What was he doing? Was he crazy?!" Luis''s voice rose above the chaos, desperate and concerned.


    n, his gaze steady and resolute, remained calm amidst the chaos. His reasoning became clear as he engaged the iing mobs with calcted precision. These fresh adversaries, with their measly 30 HP andck of special skills, served as mere warm-ups for n''s battle-hardened form. With each strike, his confidence grew, and he managed to defeat half of the mobs before Vicky and Milo joined the fray.


    Milo, once again showcasing his skill and finesse, impressed n with his swift and powerful punch strikes. As for Vicky, despite struggling against a single opponent, her unwavering courage earned her respect in n''s eyes.


    After vanquishing yet another mob, a notification¡ªlong-awaited and anticipated¡ªshed before n''s eyes.


    [You level up to level 4]


    A surge of exhration coursed through n''s veins, fueling his determination. As soon as he read the message, a triumphant shout erupted from his lips.


    "Okay, close the door!"

 Chapter 15: Science

    <h4>Chapter 15: Science</h4>


    The mor of angry mobs reverberated outside the hospital room, the sound of shattered ss and banging doors intensifying thepanions'' anxiety. Luis, still trembling with fear, eximed, "No... No! We''re in big trouble, aren''t we?"


    n shook his head, unable toprehend Luis''s overwhelming terror in the face of a mob of civilians. He couldn''t help but wonder how Luis would fare when confronted with actual monsters in future rounds of the game. However, the urgent reality was that the mobs would inevitably break in soon.


    Taking a moment to assess the situation, n opened his Gamelink to check his recent upgrade. The status information appeared before him:


    [n D Angello]


    [Level 4: 1020/2000]


    [HP: 140/140]


    [Stamina: 48%]


    [Survival Points: 930]


    [You have one attribute point to distribute]


    [You have 1x F-rank reward, 1x E-rank reward]


    With the gravity of the situation unfolding, n had to think quickly and adapt his ns ordingly. He decided to execute his strategy right away. First, he distributed his attribute point. Resolute in his initial n, n chose to enhance his Intelligence.


    [Strength: E-]


    [Agility: E]


    [Endurance: E]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: D-] + 1[D- > D]


    [Spirit: F-]


    Having upgraded his Intelligence, n met the prerequisites to advance one of his skills. He selected "Science," one of his umon skills, and proceeded to the upgrade process. The system disyed information regarding the next proficiency level and its requirements.


    [Science (Novice)]


    [Rarity: Unique]


    [More effective in science-rted tasks]


    [Prerequisites: Intelligence D, Perception E]


    [Cost: 500 survival points and 1x Rank F reward]


    [Proceed?]


    Satisfied with fulfilling the prerequisites, n confirmed his decision. The system acknowledged the expenditure of survival points and the reward.


    [You have spent 500 survival points and 1x Rank F reward]


    [You gained proficiency in [Science] - Basic to Novice]


    Next, n awaited a notification that he desperately needed. The moment the familiar notification sound rang in his mind, he couldn''t help but feel ted.


    [You learned a Utility Art - Crafting]


    [You learned the art of crafting game items using your intelligence]


    Crafting was one of the skills associated with his unique skill, [Science]. With the skill now incorporated into his repertoire, n addressed the others.


    "You all stand guard. I will prepare something," he informed them, swiftly making his way back to the cafeteria. The threepanions remained perplexed by his actions but chose not to question him, instead following his instruction.


    Curious, Vicky trailed behind him, catching up in the back kitchen. Concernced her voice as she asked, "What are you doing, n?"


    n remained silent, heading straight for the fridge where he found dozens of cold packs typically used for injuries. He wasted no time, tearing them apart and discovering marked items hidden within. Out of the twenty packs, he retrieved two notable items: Ammonium Nitrate.


    Quickly grabbing a pan and lighting the stove with his trusty lighter, n intrigued Vicky. She offered her assistance. n nodded, appreciative of her support.


    "Alright... We need some sugar, baking soda, and pepper or chili," n instructed, sensing that Vicky grasped his intentions.


    With the ingredients gathered, n measured and cooked them in the pan, focusing on the mixture as it began to coagte. Once ready, he swiftly emptied one of the food cans, filling it with the prepared mixture. He sealed the can, creating a few holes, and fashioned a fuse using the remaining mixture and paper.


    All of this took less than five minutes.


    At that precise moment, another notification flooded his mind.


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Your (Science - Novice) allows you to sessfully create amon item]


    [Name: Pepper Smoke Bomb]


    [Type: Weapon]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Inflicts 1 HP damage per 3 seconds - 90 seconds duration]


    [Effects: Disorientation]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: Not as potent as the original, but it will still make your eyes teary]


    n managed to craft two Pepper Smoke Bombs using the materials at hand. Vicky waspletely ted, realizing the significance of n''s special crafting skill.


    "Wow, Crafting!! I understand now why these days people love Nerds" she eximed.


    It was one of the game''s secrets, only discovered during the second year and officially tested in the third game by the government. To acquire the skill, one needed to meet certain prerequisites: an appropriate skill level (in this case, n''s upgraded Science to Novice), a marked item as part of the material, and a tool used in the crafting process (his lighter).


    One of n''s tricks involvedbining Ammonium Nitrate, sugar, baking soda, and pepper, then cooking the mixture using his lighter. During his previous game, he had been excited to acquire the unique Science skill but didn''t fully grasp its function until he upgraded itter in the game. This time, n intended to maximize its potential to the fullest.


    With the craftingplete, n dered, "Alright, all done. Let''s go!"


    Just as he uttered those words, amotion reached their ears from the front door. The timing was perfect. n promptly used his lighter to ignite the fuse and threw the Pepper Smoke Bomb out of a small window.


    "Let''s give it one minute."


    The group waited anxiously, peeking through the window as they witnessed the plume of smoke growingrger and thicker. Simultaneously, the mobs began to disperse.


    "It''s working, man! You''re a genius!" Luis eximed with excitement, tightly embracing n.


    Smiling awkwardly, n gently extricated himself from Luis''s hug. He proceeded to brief the group.


    "Okay, we''re going to make a dash for it, all together. We''ll head straight across the street."


    This time, all three of them nodded in agreement, following n''s instructions attentively.


    "3... 2... 1... Open!"

 Chapter 16: Break out

    <h4>Chapter 16: Break out</h4>


    As soon as they opened the steel door, n dashed forward, and the other three quickly followed suit. The mobs outside began to descend into chaos once again. n pushed and kicked his way through the disoriented crowd, receiving a notification from the lingering smoke he inhaled.


    [You Received Status: Disorientation level One]


    [Perception lowered by 30%]


    Coupled with the stamina penalty caused by the cold, breaking through the mob became increasingly challenging. n gritted his teeth, urging himself to push a little further.


    "Just a bit more!"


    However, his concentration was shattered when he heard Vicky''s voice calling out from behind, "They''ve got Luis!"


    n let out a heavy sigh, his frustration evident. "Him again..."


    "Please, help me!" Luis screamed as the mob closed in on him.


    n turned around and witnessed Luis being overwhelmed, screaming as people wed at his back and kicked him to the ground. In the real world, such acts of brutality were rare, but in this apocalyptic scenario, fear took hold, and it was also part of the game mechanics designed to hinder the yers'' sess.


    The mob charged ferociously, akin to a pack of baited animals. There was a real risk that they could kill the defenseless Luis and harm anyone attempting to assist him.


    "Help him!" Vicky pleaded, trying to convince n and the others to turn back.


    Sam, the bulky guy, didn''t even hesitate and continued running across the street. n swiftly assessed the risks. Luis was now surrounded by ten mobs, with more pouring in every second. It was undeniably dangerous to turn back. Knowing it was a difficult choice, n made a tough decision.


    "No, it''s too risky!"


    The disappointment in Vicky''s eyes was palpable as she decided to go back and help Luis on her own.


    "Stop!" she shouted.


    Vicky attempted to aid Luis but was elbowed by one of the mob members, causing her to lose her bnce and fall to the ground. If things continued at this rate, she would suffer the same fate as Luis.


    n felt a pang in his chest, torn between wanting to help them and understanding the consequences. But persisting in helping them would only jeopardize their chances of sess.


    Prepared to leave, n suddenly witnessed Milo, once again,e to the rescue. The Italian-American man fearlessly charged into the crowd, delivering powerful punches that knocked out the attackers one by one.


    Seeing a glimmer of hope, n made a split-second decision and plunged back into the mob.


    [Impact: Inflicts 15 Damage]


    [Impact: Inflicts 17 Damage. Target Knocked Out...]


    He swiftly took down the assant who had attacked Vicky, helping her to her feet. Vicky smiled gratefully and said, "I knew you were a good person."


    n chose to ignore herment as another mob member lunged at him. n skillfully blocked the attack, seizing the assant''s arm and mming him to the ground.


    [Impact: Inflicts 10 Damage]


    Before Vicky could respond, n nced at her and replied, "No, I''m not... not really," before swiftly delivering another powerful kick.


    [Impact: Inflicts 18 Damage. Target knocked out...]


    However, this action drew the attention of eight more mobs, and as n tried to fend them off, one managed to strike him from behind.


    [Impact: Received 5 Damage]


    Undeterred, n maintained hisposure as Milo rushed to his aid, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks against the iing mobs, his battle cry resounding through the chaos.


    "Fight me!"


    Inspired by Milo''s strength and courage, n''s confidence soared, urging him to lend a hand.


    "Get him out!" n shouted to Vicky, who swiftly pulled the half-conscious Luis across the street, with n and Milo protecting her from behind.


    Whether due to their disyed strength or the game mechanics themselves, the mobs gradually ceased their pursuit, allowing them to escape safely.


    Vicky propped Luis against a building wall, his injuries apparent and his consciousness fading. Without wasting a moment, she tended to him with a Gauze Bandage.


    The bandage was applied to cover the bruises, and the game mechanics kicked in, gradually restoring Luis''s HP. Not taking any chances, Vicky took a second bandage. Since the healing effect couldn''t be stacked, she waited for 90 seconds before applying the second bandage, effectively restoring a total of 60 HP. Soon, the Mexican man regained his strength, stood up, and shed a broad grin.


    "Thank you for saving my ass, bro... Sis," he said, peeking at the always-silent Milo. "And you too... bro."


    "Alright, let''s not waste any more time. We need to keep moving. Let''s go," n said, eager to press forward.


    As they were about to proceed, Vicky suddenly realized something and asked,


    "Where is Sam?"


    Luis, still irritated by Sam''s desertion, replied, "Who cares about him... That piece of shit already got what he came for and left us."


    Recognizing the futility of searching for the runaway, the group decided to leave the scene. However, momentster, a chilling scream pierced the air.


    "Arrrghhh!!"


    "It''s Sam!"


    The group quickly headed toward the source of the scream, which led them to an alleyway just around the corner. What they witnessed left them stunned.


    Sam, the bulky man,y lifeless on the ground, blood pouring from a wound in his chest. The assant, a man d in a ck jumper with a blood-stained knife in hand, stood over him. Two other men in red tracksuits nked him, each brandishing weapons.


    It was evident from their appearances that all three were yers.


    Within seconds, Sam''s breathing grew shallower until it ceased altogether.


    n calmly approached the bleeding body, checking for a pulse before delivering the grim news.


    "He''s dead."

 Chapter 17: Thugs

    <h4>Chapter 17: Thugs</h4>


    Luis couldn''t help but shudder as he witnessed the scene unfold before his eyes. The sight of Sam lying lifeless on the ground sent a chill down his spine. He slowly backed away, seeking sce behind Milo, who stood tall and steady, providing a sense of security.


    Vicky, though visibly shaken, tried her best to maintain herposure. However, her trembling hands and the fear in her eyes betrayed her facade of calmness. n could sense her unease, understanding the profound impact Sam''s death had on her


    After all, Sam''s death meant the end of his life in the game and in real life.


    The three attackers, the very ones responsible for Sam''s demise, stood before them like street thugs. All three were African American men in their prime, emanating an air of raw intensity. The leader, the one with the knife, despite his small stature, exuded an unsettling sense of authority. The other two, one wielding a metal bat and the other gripping a lead pipe, appeared to be his loyal underlings.


    Although their weapons seemed ordinary, the game mechanics bestowed an extra edge upon them, making them formidable tools in the hands of the wielders. At this stage of the game, even seemingly harmless weapons carried a significant threat, capable of inflicting substantial damage to the yers.


    n scrutinized the three attackers, studying their demeanor and bodynguage. The man with the knife disyed a level ofposure that suggested he was more experienced in confrontations. In contrast, the other two asionally exchanged nces, their worry thinly veiled.


    Recognizing that these three were nothing more than street thugs, n''s confidence grew. He knew this fight could be rtively straightforward. His only disappointment was none of the attackers wielded a sword, the weapon he had hoped to acquire.


    The leader brandished his knife, his voice filled with false bravado. "Don''t you daree any closer, or I''ll slice you into pieces!"


    n, however, wasn''t one to be intimidated by empty threats. He saw through the facade of power the man attempted to project. It was his moment to strike, to exploit the element of surprise. Without hesitation, n sprang into action, closing the distance between them in an instant.


    The man''s eyes widened in shock as n''s hand shot out, grabbing hold of his knife hand. Before the attacker could react, n delivered a powerful punch to the man''s gut, knocking the wind out of him.


    BAMMM!!


    [Impact: Punch Inflicts 12 Damage]


    The impact reverberated through the air as pain contorted the man''s face. His grip on the knife weakened, but n maintained his hold, twisting the man''s arm until he relinquished the weapon. With a swift motion, n forced the attacker to the ground, delivering a hard kick to his shoulder for good measure.


    Crackkk!


    [Impact: Throw Inflicts 6 Damage]


    [Impact: Kick Inflicts 21 Damage. Target''s hand has been broken...]


    "ARRRGHHHH!"


    The man let out a cry of agony, his shoulder clearly dislocated. He writhed in pain, unable to summon the strength to retaliate. n pressed his foot against the man''s chest, pinning him down with ease. The fight had ended before it even truly began.


    Meanwhile, the other two underlings, witnessing their leader''s swift defeat, attempted to flee, desperate to escape the same fate. Yet their efforts were in vain. Milo, standing steadfast, stood in their path, blocking their escape route.


    BAM!! BAM!!


    Milo''s fists struck with precision and force, connecting solidly with his targets. The underlings crumpled to the ground, their weapons slipping from their grasp. They writhed in pain, unable to mount a defense against Milo''s relentless assault.


    "P-please... we didn''t want to hurt anyone," one of the underlings pleaded, fear evident in his eyes. "He forced us to do it. Please, let us go."


    The leader, his broken hand throbbing with pain, seethed with anger, his gaze filled with a menacing re. "You''re all useless!" he shouted in a fit of rage.


    n, looking down at the helpless man beneath him, regarded him with disdain. With a derisive click of his tongue, he delivered another brutal kick, unleashing his frustration and anger upon the fallen foe.


    [Impact: Kick - Inflicts 15 Damage]


    "Arrggghhh!"


    The man let out a pained cry, the force of the kick exacerbating his injuries. Yet n was not finished. Another kick followed, intensifying the man''s agony.


    [Impact: Kick - Inflicts 16 Damage, Target Status: Severely Wounded]


    The assant''s screams echoed through the alleyway, but n remained unaffected. He delivered a final kick, rendering the man incapacitated.


    [Impact: Kick - Inflicts 18 Damage, Target is in a critical state, Knocked Out]


    These were the standard statuses within the Apocalypse Games. When a yer endured a barrage of non-lethal attacks, reaching a critical level of health, they would often sumb to the [Unconscious] status. This likelihood increased further if the yer possessed low endurance.


    "Now, stay quiet," n said coldly, his gaze fixed on the unconscious man beneath him.


    He turned his attention to the two remaining underlings, their fear palpable. n approached them, squatting down to their eye level. With an outstretched hand, he issued a demand,


    "Hand over everything you have in your bags."


    The two men nced at each other, their hesitation evident. Before they could utter a word, n cut them off.


    "Or I can kill you and take them myself. Your choice."


    In the game, live yers'' bag contents were off-limits to others. Only items dropped by yers or essed after their death could be obtained. n presented them with a choice: voluntarily surrender their possessions or face the consequences.


    "Yes... yes... take it..." the men replied meekly, their defeat now painfully clear.


    Relieved, they handed over their belongings:


    [2 x Cigarettes]


    [Name: Stack of Money ($1000)]


    [Type: Misceneous]


    [Not able to bring out of the Game]


    [Remarks: Money will always make things smoother.]


    Though functional shops didn''t exist in the game, the stack of money still held value and could prove useful.


    The men possessed only the weapons they had wielded:


    [Name: Metal Bat]


    [Type: Blunt Weapon]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage 8-12]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 10]


    [Not able to bring out of the Game]


    [Remarks: Holding it will make you feel like a champ]


    ####


    [Name: Lead Pipe]


    [Type: Blunt Weapon]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage 6-10]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 7]


    [Not able to bring out of the Game]


    [Remarks: Plumbing is a hard job; don''t mess with a plumber]


    n collected the items, but to their surprise, he tossed each of them a canned meat before instructing Milo to release the men.


    Vicky looked at n with a mix of surprise "Wow, you are really kind indeed"


    n nodded, his gaze unwavering. While he despised yers who intentionally caused harm, his three years in the game had taught him the lengths people would go to survive. He understood the desperation that drove them and chose to extend a measure of mercy, even offering them something to improve their chances of survival.


    Observing n''s actions, Luis pointed towards the unconscious attacker and eximed, "What about him? You''re not just going to let him go, are you? He killed Sam!"


    A mischievous smirk yed on n''s lips as he responded, "For him, I have something special prepared."

 Chapter 18: Snowstorm

    <h4>Chapter 18: Snowstorm</h4>


    Because all the bags were currently full of items, n instructed Luis to carefully carry the remaining items from Sam''s bag in his arms.


    [3 x Canned Meat]


    [2 x Canned Fruit]


    [1 x Bottle of Water]


    Previously, Sam''s bag had contained a total of 16 cans of food, but now, most of them were gone, and only a third of the original amount remained. This was an intentional game mechanic designed to simte the reality of scavenging in a post-apocalyptic world. When a yer died, only some of their items could be collected by other yers, adding an element of unpredictability and limited resources to the game.


    After the looting wasplete, n approached the unconscious man lying on the ground and began to examine his equipped items. He carefully removed the hunting knife from the man''s grasp, taking note of its attributes and ratings.


    [Name: Hunting Knife]


    [Type: Sword Weapon]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage 14-16]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 14]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    Remarks: Watch out, it''s sharp!]


    n then turned his attention to the man''s clothing, spotting a jumper that could provide some warmth and protection against the cold. He gently removed it, making sure not to disturb the man''s unconscious state.


    [Name: Jumper]


    [Type: Clothing]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Defense +2]


    [Effects: Minor Cold Resistance]


    [Equipment Rating: 8]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Makes you stand out, but at least you''ll be warm!]


    Luis watched with anticipation as n finished looting and collecting the items. With a cheeky smile, he approached n, trying to negotiate for a share of the loot.


    "My man, these items look super fine. Anything you can spare for me... Ahem, I mean, for us?" Luis asked yfully, his eyes glinting with hope.


    While n had no issue with sharing, he decided to keep the [Hunting Knife] for himself without sparking a discussion. Only after that did he allow the others to choose one item each.


    At first, Vicky was considering taking the jumper, but seeing how much Luis disliked the cold weather, he swiftly imed the jacket, leaving Vikcky and Milo to make their choices. Vicky gave Milo a knowing look, silently prompting him to choose between the two weapons. As Milo showed no preference, Vicky opted for the [Metal Bat], while the [Lead Pipe] automatically went to Milo.


    With the lootingplete, n''s attention turned to the surrounding area. He spotted a discarded pile of wires in a nearby rubbish bin. Realizing their potential usefulness, he swiftly retrieved them, coiling and securing them together to create a makeshift rope.


    n approached the unconscious man, now bound with the makeshift rope. He called upon Milo and instructed him to carry the incapacitated man away.


    With the immediate tasks at handpleted, Vicky broke the silence with a practical question, "Are we going back to the library now?"


    n shook his head, a determined expression on his face. "No, we still have one more ce to go."


    Curiosity tinged with a sense of anticipation filled the group as they traversed the snow-filled streets, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. After walking for several blocks through the deep snow, they finally arrived at their destination¡ªan imposing ten-story apartment building. The presence of numerous civilians and yers in the vicinity indicated that this was a gathering point during such harsh weather conditions.


    n checked his Gamelink and noted the countdown disyed on the screen.


    [5 hours. 0 minutes]


    "Right on time," n murmured softly to himself, a mixture of relief and determination evident in his voice.


    Vicky, intrigued by n''sment, cast her gaze around, searching for any significant clues orndmarks. However, apart from the apartment building before them, there appeared to be nothing extraordinary in the vicinity.


    Just as Vicky was about to voice her confusion, she felt a sudden drop in temperature, and the skies above darkened with heavy clouds. Snowkes began to descend rapidly, almost resembling a blizzard in intensity. A warning notification materialized before them, sending shivers down their spines.


    [Warning: The Snowstorm Turns Heavy. The Temperature Will Drop]


    The gravity of the situation immediately sank in as the heavy snowfall intensified, threatening to engulf them in its icy grip. Another notification followed, intensifying their anxiety.


    [You Received Status: Cold Level Three]


    [Stamina Regeneration Drops 50%]


    Vicky''s panic escted as she realized the implications of her lower overall stats. Her debuff status had escted to level 4, resulting in a 75% decrease in stamina regeneration and a 30% reduction in movement speed. The bone-chilling cold seemed to seep into her very being, numbing her limbs and making even simple movements a struggle.


    In contrast, Luis wore a smile of satisfaction, grateful for the warmth provided by his newly acquired jumper. His status remained at level 3, mirroring n''s own resistance to the cold.


    n turned his gaze to Milo, silently questioning his condition. Milo raised two fingers in response¡ªa testament to his impressive resilience.


    "Level two,"


    A gasp escaped Vicky''s lips upon hearing Milo''s resistance level, while n raised an impressed eyebrow.


    The astonishing endurance disyed by Milo piqued n''s curiosity, but he immediately prioritized the well-being of the group. Observing Vicky''s paleplexion and sluggish movements, he made a quick decision to seek shelter in the apartment building.


    Recognizing the need for warmth and protection, n led the group through the building''s entrance. As they closed the door behind them, a surge of relief washed over them as the temperature inside rose significantly. Their cold status gradually decreased by one level, bringing a much-needed respite to Vicky''s frigid body.


    Vicky''s shivering subsided, and she took a deep breath, savoring the newfound warmth. Breaking the silence, she voiced her curiosity and confusion, "What are we doing here, n?"


    n wore a determined expression as he gestured for the group to follow him. He confidently ascended the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the empty building. The others followed suit, their curiosity piqued by n''s cryptic words and purposeful stride.


    There was not one single soul in this ce, just like when n came to hide in this cest time he was ying this Apocalypse game round.


    When the second stage of the snowstorm arrived, those with low endurance would end up taking refuge within any building. Hence, if they still did not have a buffed item like the one Luis was having, there was a high chance they would be stuck in one ce for the next 5 hours.


    Thest time n was here, he had taken some time to check the whole building floors. He was fortunate to find a fashion photography studio with a massive wardrobe, enough to take up half the floor.


    Excitement and anticipation filled the air. Finally, the purpose behind their journey would be revealed.


    However, just as they were about to embark on their salvaging mission, a distinct cracking sound echoed through the stairwell, shattering the tranquility of the moment.


    "Someone''s here!" a voice eximed, sending a ripple of anxiety through Vicky and Luis.


    n, calm andposed, approached the stairs, his heartbeat steady. As soon as heid eyes on the figure ascending the steps, relief washed over him like a tidal wave.


    It was a young man, someone he recognized. A glimmer of familiarity sparkled in his eyes as he locked gazes with n.


    "Mr. D! Thank God you''re here!" the young man eximed, his voice filled with both gratitude and urgency.

 Chapter 19: Stats

    <h4>Chapter 19: Stats</h4>


    This apartment served as the second designated meeting ce for n and Daniel. The high school student shared his harrowing experiences over the past three hours, expressing his relief at finally reuniting with n. However, there was a burning question that Daniel couldn''t contain any longer.


    "How did you know all these details about the game?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued by n''s extensive knowledge. Yet, n calmly dismissed the question, stating, "Not the time."


    n introduced Daniel to the rest of the group, and they wasted no time in splitting up to thoroughly search the entire apartment building. Renewed vigor propelled them forward, motivated by the need to find crucial resources.


    Within a matter of minutes, their efforts bore fruit. They discovered four additional winter jackets, simr to the one Luis was already wearing, and three even thicker jackets with enhanced protection against the cold.


    [Name: Winter Jacket]


    [Type: Clothes]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Defense +3]


    [Effects: Moderate Cold resistance]


    [Equipment Rating: 14]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: It''s fashionable too!]


    n passed the winter gear he found to the others and announced, "Alright, as Luis already has one, these will be for the four of us," n said with a knowing smile towards the Mexican yer.


    Luis'' face had gone pale from shock, and he could only stammer as he stared at the jackets.


    Unlike what he was wearing, the winter jacket with extra buff would help drop 2 levels of the cold status. In other words, it would highly increase the chance of survival in this round, at least from death by cold.


    Overwhelmed by the dire circumstances, Luis mustered the courage to approach Milo and request a trade. However, Milo remained unyielding, leaving Luis unable to make his plea.


    He started to check on all the loot they had just found.


    He took out the [Beginners Suit] and wore the [Winter jacket]. There were a few other marked items that he found.


    [Name: Shirts]


    [Type: Clothes]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Defense +1]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 3]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: Ites in many colors to stay fitting in styles]


    [Name: Sneakers]


    [Type: Clothes]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Defense: 1]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 3]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: If you don''t feel like it, don''t do it!]


    However, although he could equip both the jacket and shirt, the game marked them as the same body clothes, giving him only the buff of the higher-rated item. Hence, he helped himself with an unmarked shirt and trousers instead. As for the marked shirt, he kept it for something else.


    n opened his [Gamelink] to check his current stats when he had finished.


    [Equipment]


    [Winter Jacket, Sneaker]


    [Defense: 4]


    [Hunting Knife]


    [Damage 12-15]


    [Equipment Rating: 14]


    The equipment rating was an average rating that provided insight into the quality of his equipment. In this case, the better the equipment he wore, the higher the rating would be shown.


    Satisfied with his new gear, n took a moment to approach Daniel and ask about his stat


    [Daniel Judge, Male, 17 years]


    [Level 2: 240/300]


    [HP: 130/130]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Survival Points: 400]


    [Strength: E-]


    [Agility: E+]


    [Endurance: E]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: F+]


    [Spirit: F-]


    [Skill- Common]


    [Throwing Weapon (Basic)]


    [Skill- Umon]


    [Athletics (Basic)]


    As a skillful football yer, Daniel had quite good physical stats. n had seen the young man''s stats before in his previous life, and one interesting thing was his [Athletics (Basic)] skill that gave him a boost in movement speed and stamina.


    At this moment n took the time to gather the group and ask about their stats;


    "Knowing your stats will help me understand our strength as a group"


    n didn''t force them, but one by one they were more than willing to share.


    "You can check mine first, I am happy to share" Said the beautiful brte with her usual teasing voices


    [Victoria Collins, Female, 23 years]


    [Level 2: 240/300]


    [HP: 110/110]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Survival Points: 400]


    [Strength: F+]


    [Agility: E+]


    [Endurance: F+]


    [Perception: E-]


    [Intelligence: E-]


    [Spirit: F]


    [Skill- Umon]


    [Speechcraft (Basic)]


    [Skill- Unique]


    [Gifted (Basic)]


    The young woman had below-average stats and nomon skills, except for the expected [speechcraft] skill that could be useful in certain situations. However, what surprised n was her unique [Gifted] skill. This skill was rare and not widely known, but n, with his experience in the game, recognized its incredible potential. If trained effectively, the young woman could be an immense asset to him in the future.


    "You like what you are seeing don''t you?!" Victoria smile teasingly


    Ignoring her teas once again n looks toward Milo, with much expectation.


    [Milo Tagliano, Male, 32 years]


    [Level 2: 420/500]


    [HP: 160/160]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Survival Points: 400]


    [Strength: D-]


    [Agility: E]


    [Endurance: D-]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: F]


    [Spirit: F-]


    [Average Rating: E-]


    [Skill- Common]


    [Hand to Hand (Expert)


    [Blunt Weapon (Basic)]


    [Skill - Unique]


    [Tenacity(Basic)]


    The stats disyed on n''s Gamelink surprised him. Milo possessed an exceptional level of strength and endurance, indicated by his D- rating. Although he used one of his previous points to increase his strength, the man had above-average stats among first-time yers.


    What intrigued n the most was Milo''s [Tenacity (Basic)] skill, known to give an increase in HP and Stamina generation. Milo''s expertise in hand-to-handbat further piqued n''s interest, prompting him to ask, "You''re a boxer, aren''t you?"


    The hulking man nonchntly responded, "Sort of," leaving n with a desire to learn more about him. However, the boxer obviously had no n to share about his life, so n did not pry further.


    n was ready to move on to his next task when Luis, the Mexican yer, shouted, "Me! Me! You haven''t seen mine, cabr¨®n!"


    The truth was that n had no expectations for Luis, but out of politeness, he decided to entertain him. "Let me see," n replied.


    [Luis Pena, Male, 25 years]


    [Level 2: 240/300]


    [HP: 120/120]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Survival Points: 400]


    [Strength: F+]


    [Agility: E-]


    [Endurance: E-]


    [Perception: E-]


    [Intelligence: F]


    [Spirit: F-]


    As expected, Luis had somewhat average stats. However, n was suddenly startled by the information disyed below:


    [Skill - Umon]


    [Cooking (Basic)]


    [Repair (Basic)]


    [Piloting (Basic)]


    [Steal (Basic)]


    [Lockpicking (Basic)]


    Luis was a handyman with multiple umon skills, causing n to shake his head in wonder about the kind of job the man had outside of the game. Although he might not be suitable forbat, Luis could prove to be very useful in other areas.


    n couldn''t help but smile, realizing the fortunate discovery of such a well-rounded team.


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 Chapter 20: Gear Up

    <h4>Chapter 20: Gear Up</h4>


    Now that the four of them had finished changing their clothes, they started looting all the marked items within the studio, including all the regr clothes without any kind of cold resistance.


    "Do we need to take these in shirts as well?"


    "Yes, take them all."


    After that, n moved to a few other rooms to grab all the marked items avable as per his memory. Vicky, the girl, was still following him, trying everything she could to lend a hand, but seeing n swiftly moving around the rooms as if he knew the ce made her bedazzled.


    The group had sessfully collected some more items, all stored within Daniel''s bag.


    [Jumper x 3]


    [Shirts x 6]


    [Chocte Bar x 2]


    [Bottled Water x 2]


    [Liquor Bottle x 3]


    ####


    [Name: Choctes]


    [Type: Consumable]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: 10 HP and 35% stamina generation in 15 minutes]


    [Effects: Decrease hunger]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: It''s highly addictive]


    ####


    [Name: Liquor Bottle]


    [Type: Consumable]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: 20% stamina generation in 15 minutes]


    [Effects: Heat status and Disorientation in 15 minutes]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: Don''t drink and drive¡­ fighting is OK]


    They also managed to find another weapon.


    [Name: Sledge Hammer]


    [Type: Weapon]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage: 10-20]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 12]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Break them all down]


    [Name: Spear]


    [Type: Weapon]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage: 12-18]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 12]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Swing it, Thrust it, or Throw it at your target]


    n gave the Spear to Daniel, while the sledgehammer was given to Milo, as no one else could hold it properly because of the weight. As for the chocte, one of the most effective stamina boosters he had, n put it in his pocket.


    He also took a few unmarked items that he might useter: Toolbox, Duct tape, Ropes, Hairspray, and Salt. He also found a drum of gasoline.


    There was one other special item they found, one of the main reasons n had visited this ce.


    n found it where he hadst seen it, hidden within the building''s security room, inside the locker that he had to break into with his strength.


    [Broken Radio]


    [Type: Quest Item]


    This curved a little smile on his face as he saw the quest item.


    Meanwhile, the unconscious man had regained consciousness and found himself in a disconcerting situation.


    "Where... What are you doing to me?" he eximed, his panic evident.


    Startled by his sudden awakening, the man noticed the wires tightly constricting his hands.


    "What... Get me off these things... What are you doing? Let me go!" he demanded, struggling against his restraints.


    "You''re a killer; we should have left you frozen outside," Luis, emboldened by the man''s captivity, asserted, his voice filled with contempt.


    Realizing the severity of his predicament, the once fierce man unexpectedly shifted to pleading.


    "Please I didn''t mean to kill the guy¡­ he really should have just shared with us some of the loot.."


    "And when he refuses, you stab him... que cabron!"


    "No.. no.. it was an ident¡­ you see he¡­ tripped and fell on my knife¡­ it''s the truth."


    All were baffled by the excuses. None in the room believed a word he said.


    "Please... Please... let Smiley go¡­ I''ll be good."


    n approached the skinny man and said, "Just shut up, you areing with us now"


    "Why are you taking me too? Just let me go!"


    Everyone was surprised that n would take the man with him, but for the moment, n had no n to share his reasons. He even gave one of the jumpers for him to wear, which made the skinny man even more anxious.


    Because they were now wearing warmer clothing, they were in far better condition to withstand the cold weather than before. With the man''s hand still strangled with wire, all six of them vacated the apartment together into the snowy streets


    As the temperature continued to fall and the snow outside grew heavier and thicker, the number of faint figures on the street dwindled swiftly until there was nothing but snow at this particr time.


    Following the increase in the snowfall intensity was a sharp decrease in the rity of visibility. With an environment that only allowed one to barely see up to five meters ahead, the group could hardly see any other people in the vicinity.


    There was actually a sight of a military group running through the snowfall, however, n has no n to get in touch with them right now as he has his own n.


    Momentster, as the group gazed towards the barely lit street amid snow, a notification came like a reminder.


    [4 hours left to survive]


    [Updating current yers]


    [yers still in the game - 6,890]


    n could only sigh when he saw the notification showing the remaining yers.


    Considering thest remaining number of yers, there were over 1000 yers who died in thest three hours. Despite appearing cold-hearted, a thousand was actually quite an eptable number considering the simr number of people who died in the first 15 minutes of the game.


    Unfortunately, the situation would only continue to go downhill for the yers from now on. The cold would only get worse, especially in its final hour.


    n recalled that only a little close to 3,000 yers survived this round thest time he yed it.


    Paused by the sudden notification, n and the others quickly continued walking until they finally reached the New York Public Library once again.


    When they stepped inside the massive building, their eyes were immediately weed by the sight of one hundred civilians huddling together in groups. Their lips were chapped while their bodies seemed to be shivering, even with the nkets and the burning firece.


    Bill who chose to stay in the library were also in the same perilous situation. Hence when they noticed n''s group return, a hopeful look instantly made its way to his face.


    Seeing these people being tormented by terrible pain, Vicky turned her attention back to n and said, "So how are we going to save these people?"

 Chapter 21: Cold and Heat

    <h4>Chapter 21: Cold and Heat</h4>


    "You finally returned! I almost thought you had abandoned me here!" Bill eximed, his voiceced with a mix of relief and sarcasm. His eyes scanned the group, his gaze fixating on the new warm jackets they were wearing.


    Not wasting any time, the CEO quickly demanded his share, his tone carrying a sense of entitlement. n, maintaining hisposure, casually reached into his bag and pulled out one of the jumpers that provided minor cold resistance.


    Bill''s face lit up for a moment, a glimmer of satisfaction crossing his features. However, his joy was short-lived as his eyes darted back to the group, his gaze narrowing with dissatisfaction.


    "You think I''m a fool? Give me one of the good jackets you''re wearing!" Bill''s voice grew more insistent, his demand leaving no room for negotiation.


    The tension in the group became palpable, and Luis felt his emotions re up. His voice trembled with a mix of frustration and anger as he responded, "Hell no! I didn''t even get one myself, so you''re not getting one either!"


    Bill''s face contorted into a scowl, his frustration now evident. In an attempt to assert his dominance, he once again revealed the gun that was securely strapped to his waist, its presence sending a chilling message.


    "Give me one," Bill pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "I must insist, I don''t have the same endurance as all of you. I need it to survive!"


    The situation rapidly deteriorated, and even Vicky, typicallyposed and level-headed, couldn''t contain her irritation.


    Although it was such an asshole move by Bill, n couldn''t help but understand the desperate lengths to which people would go to survive in such a harsh and unforgiving game.


    Before the tension escted further and chaos ensued, n intervened, his voicemanding attention.


    "There is no need to worry about the weather" n''s tone was calm yet firm.


    Bill looked puzzled as he said "What''s your n?" he asked, his voiceced with skepticism.


    n''s confident gaze remained fixed on Bill as he calmly responded, "I will make this ce warmer"


    Such statement quickly bring pause toward the chaos, after all everyone knew that being inside the building provided only minimal resistance and the game mechanics dictated that the fireces created by non-yer characters (NPCs) would not provide any heat buffs, regardless of how long they burned.


    While one option was to burn marked items and toss them into the firece, it would be a wasteful use of valuable resources. Fortunately, n hade prepared with a better n.


    "Alright, grab me toilet rolls, some books, and tworge bowls."


    Hearing n''s words, everyone swiftly tried to make themselves helpful. They shook their shivering bodies and got into action, searching for the things requested. While they were gone, he prepared the other things he needed.


    Vicky kept herself close to n as he took out ten [Canned Meat] and asked her to take all the alcohol they collected from theb in the hospital. Under the gazes of everyone, he then poured all the alcohol into arge bowl that one of the three yers found.


    Toilet papers, books, canned meat, and then bowl. Vicky was getting increasingly confused by what n was trying to make, but at the same time, she was also enthralled seeing what the man was doing.


    Afterwards, n took out all five pieces of [Shirt] they had looted. Using his recently-obtained [Hunting Knife], he cut all five of them into long pieces of fabric. Momentster, a pile of long strips of clothy before everyone''s eyes.


    He then put the clothes strips into the bowls of alcohol. After making sure each strip waspletely submerged, he let them sit for a minute beforeying them one at a time on a nearby table to dry.


    When the secondrge bowl arrived with all the toilet rolls and books, n opened one of the canned meat, started to take out all the meat inside the canister, and poured it into the bowl after cleaning it with tissue paper.


    He then filled the empty canister with tissue paper and poured the leftover alcohol into it, soaking the paper in it. The next moment, n used his [Lighter] to light the paper inside.


    When all the tissue paper started to burn away, n tore the pages of the books apart and threw them into the can to keep the fire burning. As a result, the canister itself was smoldering hot several momentster.


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Your (Science - novice) allows you to create amon item]


    [Name: Small Fire Barrel]


    [Type: Misceneous]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effects: Heat]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: A handmade firece for kids to y with]


    Everyone was shocked when they saw what n had just created. Instead of burning marked items as a source of heat, he used the [Canned Meat] canisters ¨C a worthless marked item after the meat was taken out ¨C as a furnace and utilized unmarked toilet papers and books as fuel instead.


    n waited for a few seconds before he opened the second canned meat canister and did the same thing. The second [Small Fire Barrel] was quickly made, then the third, and finally the fourth.


    The cold air in the hall began to lessen as the heat radiated from the items spread throughout the ce. Finally, everyone received a notification simultaneously when the eighth [Small Fire Barrel] was made.


    [You Have Received Status: Heat level one]


    Everyone was ted to see their cold status drop by another level. The hall of the New York Public Library now provides two-level resistance to cold status, which should be sufficient to keep everyone inside through the end of the round.


    Seeing what n had done, Vicky was impressed and said, "You are amazing¡­ You are just like that character in Richard Anderson series!"


    Ignoring the remarks, he told Luis, who has [Cooking skill], to do something with the meat. Hearing the order, Luis saluted excitedly.


    "Right on it!"


    n nced at Bill, a hint of satisfaction evident in his eyes, and a subtle question in his voice. "Are you satisfied now, Bill?"


    Bill, though he would have preferred a jacket, found himself unable to voice any moreints. He had witnessed firsthand the resourcefulness and ingenuity of n''s solution, leaving him with a sense of admiration and gratitude.


    Meanwhile, Vicky''s face still held a perplexed expression as she pointed her finger at the first bowl, her curiosity piqued. With a raised eyebrow, she voiced her question. "What about all those cut-out clothes? What are you going to do with them?"

 Chapter 22: Trade

    <h4>Chapter 22: Trade</h4>


    "What about these cutout clothes?" Vicky asked, her face still disying confusion as she pointed at the pile of clothes.


    n remained silent and instead checked on the dozens of washed-up clothes that were now starting to dry up due to the heat.


    Momentster, he pulled out another unmarked item from his bag, bottles of antiseptic, and ced them on the table.


    His twopanions, Daniel and Milo, watched with curiosity, not understanding what n was trying to achieve. But when Vicky saw the antiseptic bottles, a realization dawned on her, and her eyes widened in surprise.


    "No way!" she eximed, her voice filled with astonishment.


    n continued to focus on his task, lightly pouring antiseptic on one of the cut-out clothes before rolling it into a tight bundle. The rest of the group watched in anticipation, eager to see what he was up to next.


    Using the [Shirt] as a marked item, along with alcohol and antiseptics, n skillfully crafted another valuable item. This bandage was the main reason he hade to the hospital, not for canned food or other supplies.


    Unlike the standard [Gauze Bandage], this particr one provided a significant 50% increase in HP recovery. Additionally, although it took 30 seconds longer to apply, it offered an overall 10% better recovery rate per second. n knew that in the heat of battle, every second counted, and having a bandage like this could make a crucial difference.


    In just a few minutes, he had sessfully created 40 of these medicated bandages from the 5 cut-out [Shirts]. With this newfound supply, n felt much more confident in his ability to face any dangerous situation that might arise.


    He continued to craft more of these life-saving bandages, and hispanions could only watch in awe, unable to find words to express their amazement. It was evident that such items were incredibly valuable and could be argued to be even more precious than weapons in a survival game like this.


    The medicated bandages had stirred envy in Bill, and he shamelessly asked for his share. However, this time, n firmly refused.


    Bill tried to argue, "No.. no... that''s not nice, isn''t it? I thought we are a team here."


    n remainedposed and replied, "You are right," indicating that he would share the bandages with his team members. Vicky, Daniel, Milo, and Luis each received one, something that could be of great use in emergencies.


    However, n deliberately excluded the CEO, leaving Bill annoyed and ready to protest. Before he could say anything, n interjected, "You are a businessman, right? I''m sure you cane up with a good offer for these."


    Bill smiled and made an offer, "I will pay you $10,000 for each of those bandages, no, $100,000."


    n chuckled, appreciating the substantial sum but pointed out, "That''s a good price indeed. Unfortunately, money has no value if we die in this game," apanied by a smile.


    The CEO was clever enough to grasp n''s intention and quickly countered, "I''ll give you my gun in exchange for half of the bandages."


    n declined the offer, shaking his head, and gave a counter offer "I''ll give you two bandages, Just for you to lend the gun to me until the end of this round."


    The proposition took Bill by surprise, and his business mind began evaluating the deal. With less than 4 hours left in the round, the bandages could secure his survival, not only for this round but also for the next.


    On n''s part, he knew he could craft more bandages, and getting another gun before the next round wasn''t an issue.


    Bill negotiated further, demanding, "I want 10 bandages."


    But n didn''t settle for the CEO''s demands and instead made a surprising counteroffer, "Three bandages and a million dors."


    The CEO was taken aback, not expecting such a response. However, he recognized the value behind the offer and eventually agreed "You got yourself a deal."


    "Great!"


    The one million dors probably meant nothing to the CEO, but the offer was enough to make Bill think that n would keep him safe throughout the game in exchange for a chance to get his money. Unfortunately for Bill, n didn''t really care much about it. With a minimum number of bandages, n managed to get himself a gun and prevent the CEO from causing trouble with such dangerous items.


    "You are a good negotiator, n," said Bill as he handed over the gun.


    [Name: Glock 17]


    [Type: Weapon (small firearm)]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Firepower 34-45 (50 meters), 30-40 (50-100 meters)]


    [Magazine: 9 rounds (9mm)]


    [Fire Rate: up to 5 rounds/ second]


    [Effects: None]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Simply handy gun for beginners]


    Firearms indeed provided one with much higher firepower, however, what n always hated about it was its severe dependence on bullets. This item came with only one extra magazine, giving him a total of 18 bullets.


    "Please do not use them all" Bill said with a smile


    With the tradepleted, n felt more determined and prepared for the challenges ahead. He had secured a weapon and was ready to take on whatever the game threw at him.


    Addressing the group, he said, "I believe things will only get more dangerous from here. All of you can stay holed up in this ce and bar all the windows for added protection."


    Hearing this, Vicky quickly chimed in, "What about you, n?! What are you nning to do?"


    Instead of answering Vicky''s question, n turned to Milo, the Italian guy, and asked, "Do you want to join me?"

 Chapter 23: Second Chance

    <h4>Chapter 23: Second Chance</h4>


    Milo Tagliano, an Italian American, had never been known for his intellectual prowess. He dropped out of school in the 9th grade and found sce in the world of boxing. Despite hisck of formal education, he had a talent for throwing powerful punches and took up boxing as a career. However, the low pay from club fights and his illiteracy made it difficult for him to sustain a living.


    Desperate to make ends meet, Milo ended up taking a job as a collector for a local loan shark. His intimidating presence and formidable reputation earned him the moniker "Jaw Breaker," striking fear into the hearts of those who owed money. It was a dangerous upation, but Milo had little choice.


    His life took a turn when he was finally given the opportunity to enter professional boxing and had a real chance at the world heavyweight championship. However, the ghosts of his past came back to haunt him. In a tragic turn of events, Milo was involved in a fatal altercation, leading to a charge of manughter. He was sentenced to life in prison, and his dreams of bing a champion were shattered.


    Despite the bleak circumstances, Milo clung to his faith as a devout Catholic. He was ready to pay for his mistakes and seek redemption. But fate had other ns for him. When the Alien visitors arrived on Earth, offering humans a chance at freedom and redemption through the Apocalypse game, Milo saw it as a second opportunity to make things right.


    In the game, Milo found himself in thepany of an interesting group, and he believed it was a calling from God, a chance for redemption. He epted the invitation with hope in his heart, hoping to prove himself and find a path to redemption.


    "Yes I will join you"


    #####


    Upon receiving confirmation from the Italian boxer, Milo Tagliano, n''s spirits lifted. Now armed with a gun and the added strength of Milo, he turned to his student, Daniel, and inquired, "Daniel, this is it, are you sure?!"


    Daniel''s eyes sparkled with determination as he quickly responded, "Yes, Mr. D, let me help!! I am ready!!" His eagerness to be a part of the action was evident in his voice.


    Vicky, intrigued by their ns, offered her assistance as well, and even Luis, despite his fear, expressed a newfound willingness to join the group.


    While n could certainly use the extra help, he hesitated, knowing that their current strengths might not be enough to guarantee their safety in the dangerous situations they might face.


    "There must be something we can do to help," Vicky insisted, not willing to be left behind. "You''ve done so much for us; let us contribute in any way we can."


    Luis, catching onto Vicky''s determination, nodded in agreement. "S¨ª, you can count on me. I want to be useful too."


    n''s response remained firm as he refused any further discussion. "You can help by guarding this ce and making sure these people are saved," he repeated, his determination evident in his voice.


    Without waiting for any objections, n led Daniel and Milo to the other side of the library, where he had a n in mind that required their assistance. Surprisingly, he even took the captured yer along with them, much to the yer''s distress.


    "What do you want with me? Let me go!" the captive pleaded, his fear and desperation obvious.


    Inside the medium-sized room, the dim light from outside filtered through the thickyer of dust on the windows, casting an eerie glow on the surroundings. n surveyed the area, making sure everything was in ce.


    "This is the ce. Let''s get ready, Daniel," n said, his voice steady and determined.


    Daniel nodded, having already been briefed on their n before. He understood the importance of their mission and was prepared to carry out his part.


    Milo, although not initially aware of the specifics, quickly grasped the nature of the task. He followed Daniel''s lead, positioning himself near the window and ready to assist.


    As n began crafting once again, he drew upon his knowledge and skills to create the necessary tools for their endeavor. With precise movements, he broke apart some of the old cabs, salvaging sharp wooden splinters and sturdy pieces of wood.


    Using these materials, n fashioned makeshift pikes, long and pointed, intending to use them as reinforcements for the window barricade.


    Daniel and Milo continued to move the book rows, creating two open spaces that nked therge window. These openings would serve as vantage points for their n to unfold.


    Once the pikes were ready, n instructed Daniel to position them strategically around the window, ensuring that they were securely lodged into the ground. The wooden stakes formed a formidable barrier, deterring anyone from breaking through the ss.


    After barricading the window with the sharp pikes, n turned his attention to the broken radio he had found earlier. With his upgraded Science skill to the novice level, he felt more confident in his ability to fix it. He carefully examined the damaged parts, working diligently to put them back together.


    Finally, after almost half an hour of work, a spark of sess surged through him. The radio came to life, crackling with static before clear voices emerged from its speakers.


    [Your (Science - Novice) allows you to sessfully fix the broken radio]


    "Yes!" n eximed with joy.


    Calling over Daniel and Milo, n shared the news with them, and they listened intently to the message that followed.


    [You have received a Hidden Quest]


    [The government has lost contact with a certain VIP, and you are required to find and save the VIP from any threats. Head toward thest known location at a designated time to activate the quest]


    The announcement revealed the nature of the hidden quest, and n''s eyes sparkled with excitement. This was a chance to prove their capabilities and gain an advantage over other yers.


    However, before they could embark on this mission, there was one more obstacle to ovee.

 Chapter 24: Pain

    <h4>Chapter 24: Pain</h4>


    From the time n arrived at the Library till he finished fixing the broken radio, he spent one and a half hours, and soon enough, the moment he had been waiting for had arrived eventually.


    Following that, he was hit with a notification.


    [2 hours left to survive]


    [Updating current yers]


    [yers still in the game - 6105]


    [Warning: The Snowstorm is over. The temperature has dropped]


    After getting the notification, n could see from the window that the previous blizzard had started to clear up at this precise moment. Despite this, it did not signify that the temperature returned to its normal state as, in fact, the Cold status increased to another level.


    "It''s time, are you all ready?"


    "I am ready Mister D!"


    Now that the time hade, n walked toward the figure in the corner of the room. n removed the cloth that had been gagging him up since they entered the room. When the gag was yanked out, the man started to beg again.


    "Man, please... It''s freezing here. Please let me go back to the other room," said the man who had been anxious for a while.


    "Well, unfortunately, you are still needed here."


    At this exact moment, Milo carried his [Sledgehammer], walked toward the window, and smashed it apart.


    Praankkk!!


    The window broke apart, and the room was quickly filled with cold wind that had just arrived from outside.


    "What are you doing?! It''s getting even colder! You two are crazy!" the man screamed in panic.


    Milo and Daniel continued smashing the enormous window into tiny pieces, immediately taking out the cold resistance of being inside a room and adding another level to their Cold status.


    In this situation, n and the others were well prepared to endure the extreme cold, but not the captive man as he only had his jumper covering his body, causing his Cold status to boost up to level 4.


    As if it''s still not enough, n dragged the man through the window into the street that was covered in snow.


    "What are you doing, man?? Seriously, this is not cool!" the man''s anxiousness level grew significantly after realizing n was taking out his knife and saying.


    "Previously, I nned to do this to myself, but think of it as your punishment for killing a fellow yer"


    "Wait.. wait.. I really did not¡­"


    Without waiting for the man to finish, n made a long, deep cut on the man''s upper thigh.


    [sh: Inflicts 19 Damage]


    "Arrrghhh"


    The man screamed in pain as blood dripped profusely; it was, after all, the femoral arteries that n targeted. The pain and the shock quickly made the man resist and try to break free. This time, n swiftly pierced it, forcing the skinny man to drop helplessly on the snow.


    Spaatttt


    [Stab: Fatality Inflict 28 Damage]


    "No. No.. release me, I will do anything,... please." The man begged for his life.


    To his surprise, the next thing n did was take out his [Gauze Bandage] and dress his wound.


    [Healing: 30 HP Recovered in 90 seconds]


    "Thank you... thank you¡­ I will do whatever you want, just¡­."


    However, what came next surprised him. This time, n shed his own upper thigh instead.


    [sh: Inflicts 14 Damage]


    Blood dripped profusely as it made the snow redder.


    "You..!! You are crazy!'' the skinny man said, his face turning pale.


    However, before the man finished his words, n cut him one more time.


    [sh: Inflicts 17 Damage]


    "Arrrghhh!! What the fuck do you want?!!" The man screamed with anger.


    n didn''t budge a bit. Instead, he continued cutting and dressing his wound and then himself. The man was wailing in pain as his blood had made a pool turning the snow red.


    Although the pain was real, the game actually gave a 50% pain limitation, which meant that the yer only felt half of the actual pain. However, being cut and pierced continuously did some mental damage to a person.


    "Please¡­ please¡­ I am sorry¡­." he begged once more as if he had surrendered.


    At this moment, n had already stabbed the man and himself a dozen times, using up all his 8 [Gauze Bandages] and 4 of his newly created [Medicated Bandage]. He has to alternate between himself and the skinny man because the bandage needs time to be used and time to recover the HP. By this time, arge pool of blood was created on the snowy ground in front of the Library. The ce reeked of blood.


    Unfortunately, what he was waiting for still had not yet appeared.


    Instead, n saw Vickye out of the room with hasty steps.


    "n! what is going on?" asked the young woman. Her face gave out an anxious expression.


    Seeing the her arrival, n quickly replied with a raised tone, "You are not supposed to be here! Get back!"


    Vicky didn''t take a step back. Instead, she turned her gaze toward the skinny man, who was in agony.


    On the other hand, n continued his knife work and stabbed the man''s thigh one more time.


    [Stab: Inflict 20 Damage]


    The truth was it was not just Vicky, even Daniel and Milo were confused. Even though they hated the man for killing Sam, they didn''t realize that n could do such a thing.


    "n are you insane!!"


    n took out another [Medicated Bandage] and dressed the skinny man wound again.


    [Healing: 45 HP Recovered in 2 minutes]


    This time, after he finished dressing the wound on his thigh, n''s expression turned to joy as he had just received a bonus he was waiting for.


    [Congrattions! You just unlock a newmon skill - First Aid]


    [First Aid (Basic)]


    [Rarity:mon]


    [Better use of medicinal items, Increase recovery by 10%]


    This was one of the known game mechanics n had been hoping for. Nevertheless, he didn''t realize that he could get it this soon. Before n could celebrate, a loud sound was heard from the distance.


    HOWWLLLL


    It was the howling of a beast, the wolves. Finally, what he had been waiting for had arrived.

 Chapter 25: New Challenge

    <h4>Chapter 25: New Challenge</h4>


    Thest 2 hours of the round were the moment where the game gave the yers another challenge. When all thought the blizzard was over and tried to venture outside to gain a couple points, the game threw wolves at them.


    The sound of howling that they had just heard was an indication that the wolves hade near.


    n specifically lured these savage animals using the scent of blood. It''s the universal sign that attracts predators, especially for wolves gifted with a receptive smell 14 times greater than human. They can smell blood from a mile away.


    With the two hours countdown just arrived, n has lured all the wolves within half a dozen block radius of the Library.


    Holllll


    As soon as the skinny man heard the sound of howling, he quickly became terrified hysterically.


    "Wolves!! In New York.. no, no.. this is crazy."


    Immediately after that, n nced at his two mates and as if they had already been aware of what needed to do, they pulled and dragged the skinny man back into the library room through therge broken window, leaving n outside. Waiting for the wolves to arrive.


    Hollll


    n braced himself as the howling sound became more distinct, which meant that the group of beasts started to get closer to his current location. n focused his attention on the far-off location, and not long after that, his eyes could catch the appearance of the savage wild animals.


    A pack of grey fur wolves, there were eight of them.


    Each of the wolves had a more incredible speed and strength than a regr human.


    Added with their sharp fangs, ws, and the fact they always came in a pack made these creatures some of the mighty forces of nature that humans would ever need to face.


    Truly magnificent creatures indeed. But this was not the right time to admire those beasts because today, they would be part of the stepping stones to achieve his sess.


    n was ready to walk back to the room. Just as he was about to do so, he heard a sounding from the other side of the street.


    "Second packs¡­"


    n walked inside, saw Vicky, and told her to quickly take the skinny man to the other room and shut it close..


    He then stood behind the barricades, one of the two narrow two meters corridor lines of book cabs that they had prepared earlier.


    Howllll


    Right at this moment, the wolves were already outside of the room. Their movement, smell, fangs, and saliva that dripped from them were all very real-like.


    As the wolves closed the distance between them, a piece of information arrived, both into the [Gamelink] and directly into his mind.


    [Grey Wolves]


    [Type: Beast]


    [Rank: F+]


    [Remarks: Everyone''s Dream''s Pet]


    "Ok, time for a fight!" Said n, giving the signal to the two


    Daniel was a little anxious holding a long spear whereas for Milo had closed his eyes making a cross sign, praying before grasping the sledgehammer.


    At this precise time, n heard little footsteps of the wolves as they entered the room. One walked into hisne, stared in front of him, growled for a second, and then jumped at him in speed.


    ROOAARR


    n swiftly made a sidestep and hard elbowed down at the jumping wolf, which caused it to fall to the ground. He then quickly pierced his knife at the back of its head.


    [Impact: Inflicts 12 Damage]


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 40 damage, Target dies¡­]


    [You gained 80 XP and 40 survival points]


    Without special skill, the system would not show the beast''s total HP, but with his past experience, n knew that each of these wolves had a total of 50 HP. As a result, one normal attack and one that hits on its vital parts would create a Lethal Attacks bonus that would double the inflicted damage.


    One down, and the next one was already charging at him. n was a bit unprepared for this sudden attack, making the wolf manage to tackle him down this time. However, his [Hunting Knife] readily pierced through its jaw straight to the wolf''s brain.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 45 damage]


    The wolf howled in pain. He swiftly pulled out the knife, stood up, and stared at the whimpering beast. Following that, he threw a kick to its head and crushed it.


    [Impact: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 20 damage, Target dies¡­]


    [You gained 80 XP and 40 survival points]


    n managed to defeat two wolves in a row. It wasn''t that the wolves were weak. Rather, it was just because n was so experienced in fighting that made it look easy. The attributes and skills just given a yer adds to their strength, speed, or damage, but how to use them was all up to the yers.


    Stt!! Stt!!


    [You gained 80 XP and 40 survival points]


    The main strategy he prepared was to lure the creature into the room, where multiple barricades had been set up to limit the wolves'' movement. This was made to keep the attack in two direct lines, preventing n and the other from being surrounded by the pack.


    BAMM!!!!


    The loud sound attracted n''s attention. On the other side, n could see that Milo managed to crash the beast with his hammer while Daniel keeping another away with his spear. The two work together to make sure none of the wolves got to pass.


    As of this moment, n had sessfully killed four wolves, and as soon as he did so, he checked on his stats immediately.


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 4: 1500/2000]


    [HP: 119/140]


    [Stamina: 78%]


    [Survival Points: 480]


    [Status: Cold Level 2 - 30% reduces stamina regeneration]


    Although he didn''t even get hurt for a bit, the main problem of this game was the Stamina. A prolonged battle would kill a strong yer, especially with the negative status he had right now.


    n was gasping for air, and after noticing that none of the wolves were charging at him for the time being, he quickly took [Chocte] from his bag and consumed it.


    [You Received: 10 HP and 35% stamina generation in 15 minutes]


    With his cold level 2 status, consuming the chocte gave him 5% positive stamina regenerations.


    When his stamina regained, n was ready to engage in a fight again. At this moment, he heard another howling from afar, which meant more wolves had arrived.


    "Keep theming!"

 Chapter 26: Wolves

    <h4>Chapter 26: Wolves</h4>


    More and more wolves rushed into the room with a ferocious bloodthirsty aura. The two inside, n, Milo, and Daniel were battling against the pack of wolves at their own separate line.


    Due to how chaotic the situation was, while n focused on the two wolves in front of him, another wolf managed to sneak from behind. Thetter managed to leap onto n, was able to execute a bite, andtched on his back.


    "Arghhh!!" A groan of pain involuntarily escaped n''s mouth as a sharp pain shot through his back.


    [Bite, Received 13 Damage]


    With two wolves still in front of him, baring their fangs fiercely, n booted the book cab in front of him, causing it to fall upon the two wolves. At the same time, he took advantage of the motion to propel his body backwards, hitting the wall behind him and forcing the wolf to release its bite.


    [Smash, Inflicted 8 Damage]


    n swiftly turned around and mercilessly stabbed the fallen wolf a few times with the knife in his hand. Blood sttered everywhere as the wolf whimpered in pain.


    [Stabbing: Inflicted 18 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicted 20 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicted 17 damage, Target dies¡­]


    After the notification informed its death, n immediately stood up, ready to greet the two wolves that had just escaped through the book cab.


    Swiss! Stt! St!


    In the fray against n, wolves were able to purchase a few scratches on him with their sharp ws. However, the two beasts died in a horrific state; multiple stab wounds that oozed blood profusely were visible all over their bodies.


    The death of the two wolves marked a total of seven wolves n had killed.


    [Level 4: 1740/2000]


    [HP: 119/140]


    [Stamina: 58%]


    [Survival Points: 600]


    This was the main reason why n lured all these wolves into this ce. It was all to farm for XP and Survival Points, allowing him to get stronger at a rapid pace.


    As the body of the seventh dead wolf fell to the ground, n noticed out of the corner of his eye. One wolf had separated from the others and was moving toward the door to the next room. It seemed it had smelled and followed the blood trail the skinny man left behind.


    This forced n to move away from his strategic position to prevent the wolf from breaking the door open.


    Arriving right beside the wolf, he quickly tackled the beast with his body. As their bodies fell to the ground, he stabbed the knife in his hand into the wolf''s body, causing it to howl in pain. But just a few stabs in, n was forced to turn his attention away because another wolf pounced on him from behind.


    [Scratch: Received 10 Damage]


    More and more wolves rushed and jumped towards him. These beasts moved fast, but n maintained hisposure despite the perilous situation. He gripped the knife tightly and started to swing rapidly, shing and stabbing the pack of beasts one at a time.


    Eight, ninth, and tenth wolves


    Seeing the numerous dead bodies of wolves sprawling all over the floor made n couldn''t help but recall the first time he yed this round. He remembered how hard and terrifying it was for him to kill just one wolf.


    This time, however, just one would not cut it. Even these 20-something wolves were still not enough. As nned, n quickly grabbed two wolf corpses, one in each of his hands, made a deep cut on each, and threw the bloody corpse onto the street.


    He stood in the middle of the snow, took out a [Cigarette] light it up and have a little smoke.


    [Reduce fear and anxiety for 15 minutes]


    It was quite a tough battle and he was preparing for the next one toe.


    The howls of beasts once again resounded through the air. This time, the horde that came was a huge one. With just a nce, n counted more than 20 of them rushing towards his direction.


    Even so, n still maintained his calm and walked back inside. As soon as most of the wolves followed him and entered the room, n nced at Daniel and said.


    "Let''s warm this ce up, Shall we?


    n threw the burning [Cigarette] toward the barricade that had been smeared with gasoline, the one he found in the apartment.


    Not waiting for the fire to spread, All moved to the end of the room. Together, they watched the room aze in a fiery me, all the way to the broken windowpletely surrounding the wolves inside.


    [Burning: Inflicted 13 damage per second]


    [Burning: Inflicted 14 damage, Target dies¡­]


    [Burning: Inflicted 11 damage, Target dies¡­]


    [Stabbing: Inflicted 21 damage, Target dies¡­]


    The beasts were wailing in pain as the walls of fire split in various ces. Several wolves managed to break through. However, the smoldering fire that engulfed their bodies had significantly weakened them, and taking advantage of that, all were stabbed and crushed swiftly.


    It was a killing spree that certainly gave the XP and survival points he wanted. It appears all went on as nned.


    Suddenly, n was interrupted by a shocking notification.


    [Warning: You have killed enough Grey wolves to anger the Alpha]


    [Received a Bonus Quest]


    [You received E level quest: Kill The Grey Wolf Alpha]


    "A boss creature in round one!?"


    n knows some rare bonus quest within the three years he has been ying, this one he had never heard before. He nced at the other apparently, they all also received the same quest.


    Soon enough, they heard a distinct howl followed by a dark fur figure, three times the size of an average wolf. There were also a dozen grey wolves that came with the dark creature. It was definitely bad news.


    "It''s ok. They have to get through the fire barricade before they can reach us." n said, trying to calm himself.


    However, a secondter, he was stunned; the dark Alpha wolf''s next howl was followed by a st of chilling air that instantly put out most of the fire.


    "Dammit! Magical creature!"

 Chapter 27: Savage

    <h4>Chapter 27: Savage</h4>


    A notification popped into n''s mind as he saw the beast standing a few meters in front of him, and a look of shock shed across his face.


    [Night Wolf]


    [Type: Magical Beast]


    [Rank: D]


    [Remarks: It''s a very, very Savage Creature]


    n''s facial expression turned solemn as he stared at the beast opposite him. Though he had fought much stronger and more terrifying creatures before, the problem was that his current stats were still meager, iparable to his previous self.


    Based on his years of experience analyzing creatures and their abilities, n managed to guess the type of beast he was facing.


    Faced with such a formidable opponent, fighting in a confined space was not an option. He quickly turned to the other two and said,


    "I''ll lure the creature away. Can you two handle the rest?"


    The exhausted football yer hesitated, but Milo confidently replied, "Yes, leave them to us."


    A pack of a dozen gray wolves entered the room. It wouldn''t be an easy task for the two of them to fight all twelve wolves simultaneously, especially with the barricade already burnt. It might even be more challenging than fighting the Alpha wolf, but n had to have faith in their abilities if they wanted to survive.


    "Now!"


    While n rushed through the pack of bloodthirsty wolves, Milo swung his hammer fiercely, striking the wolves that tried to catch up to n, even allowing himself to be bitten by those charging at him. The man literally put his body on the line to assist n.


    n shot forward at breakneck speed, leaving the others behind and heading straight for the enormous ck wolf that was just about to enter the room.


    ROOAAAARRRR¡ª


    The three-meter tall creature quickly pounced on him. n immediately dropped his body and slid across the ground, simultaneously brandishing his knife upwards and carving a cut at the creature''s gut.


    [sh: Inflicts 15 Damage]


    As drops of blood fell onto his body, n''s figure continued to slide across the snow, past the giant wolf. He seeded in escaping from the room and also inflicting a slight wound on the creature.


    "Come here, you foul beast! Follow me!"


    To fully get the beast''s attention, n took out his newly acquired weapon. He pulled out the [Glock 17] held the gun firmly in his hand, aimed and pulled the trigger down.


    BAM! BAM! BAM!


    With enough experience using guns in his previous game, n manages to hit the beast all perfectly.


    [Shooting: Inflicts 52 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 54 damage]


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 70 damage]


    It was shot with the 50% damage bonus of his [Small weapon (Expert)] Status, but it appears the beast has a high defense making the number of damage not as much as he expected. The third one hit at its head and manage to make the beast roar furiously, forcing it to once again breathed freezing air towards him.


    n quickly rolled to dodge, unwilling to let it touch him.


    As soon as he stood up, the wolf was already standing before him, its colossal paw swinging at him. With no time to dodge, n could only grit his teeth and brace himself to receive the attack.


    BAM!


    A piercing pain wrecked through his body as the wolf''s sharp ws tore through and sent him hurtling through the air for 10 meters, letting go of the gun in his hand.


    [Impact: ws inflict 36 Damage]


    "Uargh!"


    n groaned as excruciating pain spread from his chest to the rest of his body. It seemed that the creature was still too powerful of an opponent for him at the moment. Just four blows from the creature would send him into the abyss, and if he were ever bitten by those gigantic fangs, he would most likely depart for the underworld without having the chance to say any final words.


    As soon as he got up, he went to look for the gun, unfortunately, it drop near teh wolf hence he swiftly deiced to do the next best thing. n quickly used [Medicated Gauze] and took out a [Chocte] before quickly eating it up. It had been more than 15 minutes since he had eaten the first one.


    [Healing: 49 HP Recovered in 2 minutes]


    [Healing: 10 HP and 35% stamina generation in 15 minutes]


    A yer''s consumption was restricted, allowing them to only consume one food and one medication in the same period of time. Therefore, n had to be careful and ensure his stamina and health didn''t drop too quickly.


    Staring at the beast, he beamed a smile and mockingly said, "Is that the best you can do?"


    ROAARRRR!!


    The enormous beast with fur as dark as night lunged at n again, cracking the floor as its four feet stomped on. Despite the pain still guing his body, n maintained hisposure and calmly watched as the creature drew nearer.


    Just before the creature''s ws reached him and its heavy body collided with his, n instantly threw his body to the side, causing the beast to miss.


    He then ran as fast as he could across the street, and as expected, seeing his prey fleeing, the wolf quickly gave chase.


    Knowing that the beast was right behind him, n didn''t slow down one bit and continued to lure it away.


    n jumped through the ss door of the office building in front and continued running, using the tables and cabs to hinder the creatures, which were definitely faster than him.


    He again leaped through the ss on the other side of the building, rolling and quickly hiding behind a car half-submerged in ice.


    A secondter, the huge wolf broke through the ss and continued to leap over the car, flying past above his head.


    HOWWLLL!!!


    The creature slowly turned its body around, ring at what appeared to be a cornered n as it bared its sharp fangs.


    The beast gave a menacing growl, its teeth ready to tear its prey to pieces. However, unbeknownst to it, n had prepared something behind his back.


    As soon as the beast finally took action, n threw down what he had been hiding. A [Liquor Bottle] swiftly flew through the air andnded on the wolf''s body.


    PRAANKKK!!!


    Liquid drenched the wolf''s body as the ss bottle shattered. The sweet and distinct aroma of alcohol wafted in the air. While the beast was startled by the unexpected toss, n had something else prepared.


    He held a [Lighter] in his right hand, while a bottle of hairspray could be seen in his other.


    A smirk adorned his face as he stared at the three-meter tall creature in front of him.


    "Taste my Homemade methrower."


    Lighting the lighter and positioning it in front of the hairspray nozzle, a fire burst forth at the wolf. With mmable liquid all over it, the creature quickly ignited in mes.


    ROOOAAAAARRRRR!!!!!


    [Burning: Inflicts 10 damage per second]

 Chapter 28: Alpha

    <h4>Chapter 28: Alpha</h4>


    ROOOAAARRR!!!


    The beast roared in pain as the zing mes swallowed and scorched its body violently. Even so, it managed to stay on its feet and lunged at n, aiming to bite his head which was only a meter away.


    n swiftly ducked and rolled away, narrowly avoiding the ming beast''s attack. He quickly rose to his feet, poised in a defensive stance, anticipating any suicidal attack the beast might throw at him.


    Fortunately, the beast was still preupied with the fire and unable tounch an immediate attack. Thanks to the high alcohol content of the liquor, the mes continued to burn vigorously, steadily chipping away at the creature''s health points.


    Based on his experience, such a monster should have around 400 to 500 HP, subtracted by the damage he inflicted with the gun before, he counted that the fire only needed to burn for about 25 to 30 seconds before the creature would eventually sumb.


    n couldn''t help but wish he didnt drop the gun before, or at least if he has a spear, he could expedite the process. With just a [Hunting Knife] in his possession, he could do little to hasten the beast''s demise.


    When he saw that the mes were about to die down in under 10 seconds, he quickly threw the second [Liquor Bottle], reigniting the creature''s agony.


    "Two should do the job," n remarked as he kept thest [Liquor Bottle] and stowed away the other items in his backpack.


    To his surprise, the wolf, driven by pain and desperation, leaped toward him, catching him off guard. The beast''s massive jaws aimed for n''s head, but he managed to twist his body at thest moment, causing the wolf''s fangs to sink into his shoulder instead.


    [Bite: Inflicts 38 Damage]


    "ARGH!!" n cried out, the excruciating pain shooting through his body. Refusing to be a passive victim, he thrust his hand forward, driving his de ruthlessly into the wolf''s body. A horrifying roar of pain resounded through the air.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 24 Damage]


    ncked the strength to free himself from the beast''s powerful grip, but fortunately, the running he had done earlier had given the [Medicated Bandage] enough time to fully heal his wounds. Meanwhile, the creature seemed to be nearing the end of its endurance.


    "Let''s see who dies first!" n shouted, determination shining in his eyes as he pushed the dagger deeper into the wolf''s body.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 20 Damage]


    ARGH!


    [Bite: Inflicts 36 Damage]


    The beast''s bite grew more ferocious, as if it were ready to tear n''s shoulder apart. Waves of excruciating pain coursed through n''s body. In response, n pulled the de out of the creature''s body, causing blood to spurt everywhere, before delivering a final stab closer to the wolf''s neck.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 42 Damage]


    First stab. The wolf still held n''s shoulder within its mouth. Second stab. Its body began to tremble and writhe. And with the third stab, the beast threw him into the distance.


    [Impact: Inflicts 10 Damage]


    n quickly gathered all the strength he had left to apply the [Medicated Bandage] to himself once again.


    [Healing: 49 HP Recovered in 2 minutes]


    [HP: 66/140]


    [Stamina: 38/100]


    [Status: Heavily wounded]


    On the other hand, the beast slowly rose to its feet. Though it was covered in bloody wounds and burns, its malevolent eyes were fixed on n''s figure.


    However, the information about the Alpha had changed.


    [Night Wolf]


    [Type: Magical Beast]


    [Status: Critical]


    This status indicated that the creature had less than 20% of its health remaining.


    The Alpha wolf should only have around 100 HP or even less, something n could work with. However, he needed to stay on his toes, and with the healing effect still providing him with 1 HP every 2.4 seconds, n decided to lure the wolf away once again.


    "Let''s go for another run!"


    n''s heart pounded as he ran back toward the Library, with the ferocious creature hot on his tail, closing in on him. The adrenaline surged through his veins, fueling his every movement.


    As he prepared to confront the beast once more, his eyes caught a flicker of movement from the corner of his vision. Just as the wolf was about to pounce on him, an object flew through the air with incredible speed, striking the beast mid-air. The force of the impact halted the creature''s charge, sending it crashing to the ground with a thunderous thud.


    It was a spear, and it hade from a figure in the distance¡ªDaniel Judge.


    The sight of Daniel risking himself to protect him filled n with worry. Not for his own safety, but for the safety of his student who had be the beast''s prime target.


    "Go Daniel!! Go!!" n shouted, hoping that Daniel could find a way to escape the menacing creature. However, the effort was visibly draining Daniel, and exhaustion was evident in his every movement. He had pushed his body to its limits, and there was no more stamina left for him to dodge the relentless attacks of the Night Wolf.


    "NO!!" n couldn''t stand idly by. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, determined to help Daniel in any way possible.


    But just as it seemed all hope was lost, a sudden sound of a gunshot pierced through the tense air.


    BAM! BAM!! BAM!


    Three shots and two manage to strike the beast causing the gigantic creature to shake violently before dropping to the ground, motionless.


    From the direction of the library, n saw Vicky holding the gun he had dropped before. Her hands trembled slightly, but her eyes burned with determination. She had managed tond the critical shots that saved Daniel from certain doom.


    [You have killed the Wolf Alpha]


    [You gained 500 XP and 250 survival points]


    Though n didn''t deal the final blow, the game mechanics stated that as long as he dealt significant damage, he would still receive a reward, especially since he had done most of the damage. Daniel and Vicky, who had aided in the kill, would also receive a portion of the reward.


    [You havepleted the E-level quest]


    [You received 200 survival points, 200 XP, and one E-rank reward]


    The Alpha had finally fallen, and they emerged victorious. Despite their dire conditions, they had managed to defeat a boss-level monster.


    His attention was quickly drawn to something else. From the creature''s carcass, n caught a glimpse of a glowing green box. A surprised yet delighted look instantly colored his face.


    "A Rare Drop Box."


    This drop was a reward for killing the Alpha, granting only him ess to its contents. He eagerly opened the box and found a remarkable item inside, causing his fatigue to momentarily fade away.

 Chapter 29: Superior

    <h4>Chapter 29: Superior</h4>


    [Name: Night Cloak]


    [Type: essories]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Defense 5]


    [Effects: Resist Cold


    +2, Speed increase 10%, Sneak skill +1]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Dark cloak made from Night Wolf fur, best for engaging in covert activities in the dark]


    Even though it was just an essory, the Night Cloak, being a Superior item, was a rare find in the early stages of the game. Obtaining such an item at this point was a stroke of luck that could greatly impact their survival in the challenging game world.


    n carefully examined the cloak''s attributes:


    [Resist Cold +2, Speed increase 10%, Sneak skill +1].


    The first buff could be found inmon items, such as the winter jacket n was currently wearing, which was less rare but still valuable for survival. The second effect, the Speed increase, wasparable to another level of agility in terms of boost; hence it was nice to have. Thest buff, however, was the one that made and defined this item of Superior rank.


    [Sneak skill +1]


    This provided a tremendous boost to n, who possessed the skill [Sneak (Basic) - (Novice)].


    [Increases the chance to move undetected]


    It might not sound like something grand for its rank, but it showed its actual usefulness when the rted skill had been boosted to a higher level. Since the buff applied regardless of level, one could turn from an expert to a master just by equipping it.


    Eager to experience the benefits of the Night Cloak, n draped it over his shoulders. Instantly, he felt a surge of warmth as the cloakbined with his jacket to neutralize the chilling effects of the environment.


    Taking a moment to assess their condition, n''s gaze fell upon Daniel and Milo, who were still recovering from their wounds, while Viky was still a little trembling with the gun on her arm.


    n recognized that it would be best for all of them to return to the safety of the Library before embarking on their next quest.


    As they entered the Library, the sight of two wolf corpses near the main door caught n by surprise. Standing proudly beside them was Luis, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and anxiety as he proimed his victory.


    "Haha, n, did you see that? It''s me... I killed those wolves," Luis eximed, his hands tightly gripping the steel pipe.


    n realized the lingering scent of blood was the one that made the wolf enter the library. Although his action had endangered the group, n chose not to dwell on it, relieved that there were no casualties among the yers or civilians. With the Alpha Wolf defeated, he felt confident that the immediate vicinity was now safe from further wolf attacks.


    Turning his attention to Milo, whose injuries were more severe, n began to administer the [Medicated Bandage]. Milo expressed his gratitude as they waited for the bandage to take effect.


    "Thank you, n," Milo said, appreciating the support.


    While Milo recovered, n took the opportunity to review their individual progress from the battle. The rewards for their efforts were substantial, with n''s kill count of 26 wolves earning him an abundance of XP and Survival Points. Milo had taken down 21 wolves, and Daniel had contributed 12 kills. n''s strategic use of the fire had yed a significant role in their sess.


    n''s stats reflected his progress and growth:


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 6: 3860/4000]


    [HP: 76/150]


    [Stamina: 78%]


    [Survival Points: 1810]


    [Strength: E-]


    [Agility: E]


    [Endurance: E]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: D]


    [Spirit: F-]


    [One attribute point to distribute]


    [E rank reward x2]


    Milo''s stats showed his resilience and determination:


    [Milo Tagliano, Male, 32 years]


    [Level 5: 2320/3000]


    [HP: 52/170]


    [Stamina: 55%]


    [Survival Points: 1420]


    [Strength: D-]


    [Agility: E]


    [Endurance: D-]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: F]


    [Spirit: F-]


    [One attribute point to distribute]


    [F rank reward x2] [E rank reward x1]


    Daniel''s progress was also evident:


    [Daniel Judge, Male, 17 years]


    [Level 4: 1800/2000]


    [HP: 140/140]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Survival Points: 1230]


    [Strength: E-]


    [Agility: E+]


    [Endurance: E]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: F+]


    [Spirit: F-]


    [One attribute point to distribute]


    [F rank reward x2] [E rank reward x1]


    With additional attribute points to distribute, n prompted a discussion on how best to allocate them.


    "You should decide which is best for you," n said


    "Mister D, You know a great deal about this, decide for me," said Daniel.


    n suggested allocating them all to endurance. This decision would be crucial for withstanding the increasingly harsh weather conditions and would bolster their overall survivability by increasing their HP.


    Following n''s rmendation, they all agreed to invest their attribute points into endurance:


    [Milo Tagliano]


    [Endurance: D- +1> D]


    [Daniel Judge]


    [Endurance: E +1 > E+]


    As for n, he nned to keep his extra attributes for now.


    With their attributes updated, n checked the remaining game time: 1 hour and 16 minutes. The urgency of their situation became apparent. They needed to set off immediately to ensure they didn''t miss out on the time-limited bonus quest.


    Vicky approached them with determination in her eyes, eager to join their uing quest.


    "You received a hidden quest? Can wee this time?" she asked.


    Luis chimed in, expressing his willingness to help as well. n nced at the determined pair, noticing their increased confidence, likely stemming from their sess in defeating the wolves. However, he remained firm in his decision and rejected their request once again.


    nplimented their courage, and also the fact that Vicky did help them before, but he was concerned enough to bring Daniel and Milo with him. The next quest will be very much harder and the two would only pose an added risk to his n.


    Understanding the gravity of the situation, Vicky let out a deep sigh, realizing that n was determined in his decision. Their decision to stay brought happiness to Bill who was a little worried that he would be left behind.


    With their roles defined and the group formed, n, Milo, and Daniel hastily left the Library, prepared for the challenges that awaited them.

 Chapter 30: Hidden Quest

    <h4>Chapter 30: Hidden Quest</h4>


    The three of them pressed onward, their footsteps crunching in the snow as they navigated the empty streets of New York City Eastward through the snowy 42nd Street. The city, once bustling with life, nowy in icy silence, the remnants of civilization buried underyers of snow and ice. As they walked, they passed by buildings cloaked in frost, their windows shattered and their interiors abandoned. The ravages of the disaster were evident everywhere they looked.


    n couldn''t help but feel a sense of trepidation as they made their way toward the designated target in order toplete the hidden quest.


    There were actually a dozen of such quests avable, each hidden by the game all across the city with its own objectives.


    Although n didn''t get to fix the radiost time, he had seen a report about it from another yer, and based on his location upon receiving the mission, he has fifty-fifty guessed that this was the quest he would get.


    Fortunately, it really was.


    Along the way, they encountered more chilling scenes of tragedy. Civilian bodiesy strewn across the snow-covered ground, their lifeless forms a haunting reminder of the harsh reality they faced. Some had sumbed to the bitter cold, frozen in their final moments, while others bore the savage wounds inflicted by the relentless wolf attacks.


    Now that n was aiming to finish the bonus quest, he would rather not reencounter any of those wolves again, especially with the limited time he had in his hands.


    After rushing through the block, n heard echoes of gunshots from a distance.


    From afar, he saw a group of people running through the street. Other yers struggling with their own quests.


    Spotting one holding a handgun, n can quickly assume it was either he was very fortunate or a veteran yer.


    Veteran or not, getting a gun in round one was considered very lucky for one who got them but very unlucky for the other. Hence, all yers tend to stay away from them when hearing gunshots near them.


    Moments after, another notification appeared in his mind. It was a reminder.


    [1 hour left to survive]


    [Updating current yers]


    [yers still in the game - 5733]


    One hour until the game ends, and 30 minutes left before the final change in the climate woulde. He really needs to finish this quest quickly.


    "Okay, double speed, just one more block!" n urged hispanions, a note of determination in his voice. They quickened their pace, their breath visible in the frigid air as they pushed themselves to the limit. The biting cold gnawed at their exposed skin, but the urgency fueled their determination.


    Moments after, arrived in front of a 17-acre wideplex, a building that stood majestically right next to the frozen New York East river.


    There was a massive stone engraved with writings across the street of the building.


    ''''They shall beat their swords into plowshares. And their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation. Neither shall they learn war anymore. - Isaiah"


    The ce of n''s hidden quest was a famous internationalndmark.


    [The United Nations Headquarters]


    A ce where the world''s nations gather together, discussmon problems and find shared solutions.


    "Okay, we are just a few minutes behind. All good."


    As n approached the gates, a ball of glowing light appeared right in front of them. The light was a barrier to ensure only those with the right prerequisites could enter theplex. Right after, a piece of information came into the Gamelink and into his mind.


    [You have met the prerequisite to start your bonus mission]


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    [Warning: The United Nation''s VIP''s are held against their will, you must save the VIP from their captors]


    [You received F level quest: Save the VIP]


    [You received E level quest: Get the VIP out of the city]


    n was ted, it was a double reward quest just as expected.


    Most other yers would need information-gathering-rted skills to receive extra details on the quest and enable them to save the VIP with less risk of harming to themselves. n, however, knows enough about what is going on within this quest.


    The VIPs this quest was referring to were the ambassadors of the United Nations, and there should be more than one of them being held within the 3 parts of those buildings. The Secretariat, The conference, and the Great assembly.


    Fortunately, this mission was part of n''s n, and they had studied the blueprint of the ce beforehand.


    As for the opponent, they were the United Nations'' security team that went rogue due to the onset of the sudden, awful disaster.


    They were desperate to survive and decided to hold foreign diplomats hostage in the hopes they would be able to bargain for their own survival.


    n and the two entered the glowing gate, and right away, they saw a massive za full of grass and some decorative nts long frozen and destroyed by the winds and snow. gs of multiple nations were lined on the walkways.


    "Ok, Milo, you follow Daniel, he knows what to do!"


    Thetter nodded while looking at the situation around him, "MR D, It''s amazing; all of this was just like you nned"


    "Just be careful, if it gets too dangerous, get out," n said


    Before leaving, n handed over the [Glock 17] to Daniel, hoping it would increase his chance of sess and survival. Daniel reluctantly ept the handgun and the two went towards the general assembly building from a different entry point.


    As for n, he activated his skill [Sneak (Novice)] and walked towards the secretariat lobby.


    The skill had dampened the sound of his footsteps, so no one heard anything; as he crept inside, and carefully saw another person going through the lobby.


    From how wary he looked and the supplies he carried, it was easy to see it was another yer.


    He had expected this to happen. After all, the quest was not exclusive. Other than the radio, there were other means to get a clue and obtain the Quest. Besides, how else did he obtain the information in the first ce if not from that man?


    The man that ran through the lobby was Kenny, a smart and hardworking young yer who managed to get a decent point only to die in round three.


    n only watched silently and let the young man ess the 39-floor skyscraper safely as per the report, letting him get one of the VIPs


    After the man took the stairs, n checked his time and saw.


    [52 minutes]


    Everything was as nned, and nothing seemed out of ce. Then n went to the next building instead, the conference building, the ce to hold all the small meetings.


    The room was now in shambles. Chairs were overturned, and furniture was destroyed either by gunshots or attacks.


    Right as he entered, he spotted three guards guarding the hallway and the meeting rooms.


    Time to test his novice sneak skill to work.

 Chapter 31: Sneak In

    <h4>Chapter 31: Sneak In</h4>


    As soon as he entered the conference building, n saw several closed doors and three people. Two wore blue security uniforms, while thest one wore a camouge suit. From the looks of it, they had to be the guards of this ce.


    As his eyes spotted their figures, information entered his [Gamelink], and a notification popped into his mind.


    [Security Guard]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: F]


    [Remarks: Don''t expect too much out of them]


    [Regr Soldier]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: E-]


    [Remarks: Your regr Army Joe]


    At first nce, it might sound wicked to kill these people. They were, after all, soldiers and security guards who swore to serve and protect.


    In real situations, it''s much more logical to actually try to strike up a conversation and possibly negotiate with them.


    However, In this game, any attempt tomunicate with marked individuals would certainly doom to failure if one did not have a special skill or attributes to guarantee the sess of such actions. In this case, n''s D intelligence stats might allow him to seed in the matter.


    But n would not do such a thing. Aside from the fact that he didn''t like to rely on chance, he could really use the XP and points he earned from these NPCs for the progression of his ns.


    It''s time ... for a hunt.


    As soon as he saw the soldier turn and walk away from his position, with his new upgraded [Sneak (Novice)] skill by the [Night cloak], n carefully made his way through the hallway and entered one of the nearby doors. He purposely made a subtle noise as he opened the door, enough to attract one of the security guards to leave his colleague and inspect the premises.


    When the guard came close enough, n swiftly sneaked onto his back and used one of his hands to cover the guard''s mouth while his other hand thrusts the knife deep into the guard''s body, just below the rib cage, piercing his kidney.


    The moment the blood sponge got punctured, as if a dam had been broken, blood gushed out profusely, and the guard quickly lost his life without a sound.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 48 damage]


    [Critical hit inflicted from ambush, 24 damage, Target dies¡­]


    [You gained 60 XP and 30 survival points]


    n''s base attack damage, given by the knife, was 24. For hitting the vital part of the enemy, he received a 100% bonus multiplier; from a sessful ambush, he received another 100% bonus.


    Therefore, the final damage he dealt the security guard was three times his normal damage allowing him to kill thetter instantly.


    With only one guard left in the hallway, to make up for the time he spent, n calmly used his novice skill to sneak up on him. As long as he didn''te into direct view or make loud noises, the guard, mere F rank, wouldn''t immediately notice his approach.


    Even so, there''s still a limit to what an novice skill could do. It only managed to get n three steps closer before the man realized his presence. But it was already toote.


    As the man turned his head, n threw the knife in his hand. Itnded right into his throat and quickly stopped the man from making any sounds. Immediately after, his figure shot forward and grabbed the guard, slowlyying his body on the floor so as not to rm the soldier who could be nearby. At the same time, he snapped the guard''s head to confirm the kill.


    [You gained 60 XP and 30 survival points]


    n carefully peered into the door guarded by the two security guards. But, it''s just an empty conference room. Still, his deed was not in vain, as it meant that one out of the 6 conference rooms had been cleared.


    Grabbing the guard''s legs, he pulled the body into the room to hide it from prying eyes. After that, he once again used [Sneak] and slowly made his way across the hallway. He peered into the second and third rooms as he passed, both of which were empty, until he reached a corner where he saw the soldier walking back in his direction.


    Seeing that, n quickly but silently retreated to the third empty room and waited for the soldier there. As soon as the soldier figure was seen walking past through the small gap in the door, n jumped at him from behind. The hand holding the knife stabbed him in the back while the other violently strangled him.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 40 damage]


    [Critical hit inflicted from sneaking, 20 damage]


    "Arggghhh!!"


    The ambush that packed extra damage was sessful, but unfortunately, the soldier had high defense and more HP than the security guards. Hence he didn''t die immediately from n''s attack.


    Of course, n had expected this. Therefore while the man screamed from the stabbing pain, he forcefully pulled the soldier into the empty room behind them.


    "Fuck!!" The man tried to break away and pulled his sidearm, but n was skillfully enough to overpower him, keep him on the lock and strangled him even harder. As he did so, he pulled the knife from the soldier''s back and stabbed once more. This time he went for the neck..


    Saattt


    [You gained 100 XP and 50 survival points]


    The instant the notification came, n let go of his choke, and the soldier''s body fell helplessly to the floor with a thud. He checked the gun strap on the soldier''s thigh, only to be disappointed that the gun was not a marked item.


    Firing an unmarked gun such as this could only inflict 1, at most 2 damage, and the loud sound would do nothing but attract trouble; hence there was no point in taking it away.


    With this, the first floor was clear; now n made his way through the stairs onto the second floor. He peeked and saw four people guarding one of the three visible doors in the hallway.


    From the looks of it, the guarded room was most likely where they kept the ambassador. However, unlike their counterparts downstairs, these four people didn''t seem to have any intention of changing ces any time soon.


    [43 minutes]


    Time is ticking down, and n must deal with them quickly.

 Chapter 32: Lethal

    <h4>Chapter 32: Lethal</h4>


    In a search and rescue situation like this, obtaining information about the number and strength of the enemy was an important thing to increase the chances of sess.


    Yet, what n was most concerned about was the second quest.


    [Get the VIP out of the city - Rank E Quest]


    He knew that in thest 30 minutes of round one of the Apocalypse Game, the treacherous weather would only get worse. This automatically meant that the longer he took to finish the first quests, the harder it would be toplete the second one. Therefore, n needs to take some risks to make up for theck of time.


    ***


    Four men were guarding the conference room on the second floor, leaving no gaps to be exploited. Two of them were soldiers, and the rest were security guards.


    Hearing the rustle of a rolling object, they were rmed and quickly turned their gaze towards the source of the disturbance. They looked down on the floor to see the gleam of a metallic object rolling towards them.


    It was a metal can used for canned food with a lit fuse.


    "What the hell?!"


    Ssshhhhhhhhhhhh!


    Before they could make sense of what was happening, thick smoke started to quickly seep out from the can and covered the area. All four of them covered their eyes in pain as they cursed and shouted, "Pepper! Pepper smoke!"


    They were coughing but were also rmed by the situation. The soldiers swiftly took out their weapons. One carried a small MP5 machine gun, while the other had a handgun ready and aimed at the hallway in front of them.


    With a threat in sight, the soldiers remained standing guard at the door of the conference room, still in the smoke. Sounds of their coughing could be heard, but they didn''t budge from their spot. On the other hand, the security guards, possessing lower body resistance, couldn''t bear the agony and decided to escape the smoke.


    Not wasting the golden opportunity to reduce the number of enemies, n quickly dashed at the closest security guard.


    His E- agility coupled with the 10% speed buff by the [Night Cloak] gave n a solid E level of speed. Added with his sneak skill plus the disoriented perception caused by the smoke, n managed to get close and stab the security guard with his knife without much difficulty.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 23 damage]


    "Aaarrggghhh!"


    The guard screamed loudly as sharp pain coursed through his body, and the two soldiers instinctively turned their eyes toward the guard. They spotted n and thus quickly aimed their guns toward him.


    In response, n pushed the security guard''s body towards the soldiers, indirectly forcing them to open fire.


    Tratatatatata Tratatatata


    Both soldiers poured dozens of bullets at him, but other than the ones thatpletely missed, most hit the guard''s body instead. Blood sttered everywhere from the body of the security guard, turning the tiled floor red.


    With the security guard''s body as an impromptu shield, n managed to dive into the smoke. Taking advantage of the fact the two soldiers lost vision of him, he quickly dashed towards the soldier holding the sub-machine gun first, the one who posed the most threat.


    Quickly n swung his hunting knife around and blood sttered within the shadow of the smoke.


    Swisssh.. Stt Sttt


    Arrghhh!!


    [sh: Inflicts 22 damage]


    [sh: Inflicts 21 damage]


    The man fell to his knees and the cut wounds gushed blood all over the floor. Hearing his colleague''s pained scream, the second soldier reacted swiftly and aimed his handgun at n.


    Once again, n used his previous tactic and hid behind the kneeling soldier.


    Tar! Tar! Tar!


    The reduced field of vision once again saved n, as none of the bullets hit their intended target.


    Instead, n flicked his wrist, and the gleaming knife shot through the air at high speed, hitting the soldier square on his shoulder and forcing him to drop his gun.


    [Piercing: Inflicts 15 damage]


    Arrghhh!!


    n pushed the fallen soldier aside and swiftly jumped forward, using his body weight to take down the second one.


    He quickly dashed in and tackled the soldier to the ground, then pulled the dagger that stuck in the man''s shoulder before quickly stabbing him in the throat. Blood sttered over his body,


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 42 damage¡­ target died]


    [You gained 150 XP and 50 survival points]


    Spattt!


    Right as the body hit the floor, the smoke dissipated, leaving n only having to face thest security guard.


    The man only stood still, face pale, expression terrified. On the other hand, n casually knelt down and slowly checked the soldier''s corpse. His hand reached over and picked a marked item, slightly drenched with blood.


    Finally, a gun!


    [Name: 9mm M9 Beretta]


    [Type: Weapon (small firearm)]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Firepower 36-44 (50 meters), 30-38 (50-100 meters)]


    [Magazine: 9 rounds (9mm)]


    [Fire Rate: up to 5 round/ second]


    [Effects: None]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Simply handy gun for beginners]


    Seeing the gun, the only surviving security guard''s decided to run away. The sight of the man tempted n to try out his new weapon.


    n held the gun firmly in his hand, aimed it at the escaping security guard, and pulled the trigger down.


    BAM!


    It was a direct hit to the back of his head.


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 80 damage¡­ target died]


    [You gained 60 XP and 30 survival points]


    Firearms indeed provided one with much higher firepower, however, what n always hated about it was its severe dependence on bullets. This item came with only two extra magazines, giving him a total of 27 bullets minus one he had just used.


    All the guards had been downed, but one of them was not dead yet. n stared at the soldier who was still barely clinging to life on the floor and ended his life with the knife.


    [You gained 150 XP and 50 survival points]


    With the death of the soldier, everything went quiet.


    n made sure to check the other corpses for their items. Unfortunately, there was nothing else. Sadly, the game did not designate the MP5 submachine gun as a usable weapon; if it did, the next round would have been much easier.


    Finally, he was done. n took a few deep breaths, and as he felt his stamina recovering, he carefully pried the door open with the gun ready for any threat.


    Inside, he saw no guards, only one woman who was being tied up. As the woman''s gaze was directed to him, a notification appeared in his mind.


    [You have secured the VIP]


    [You havepleted F level quest: secured the VIP]


    [You received F rank reward x1]


    [You received 400 survival points, 800 XP]


    [You have level up]

 Chapter 33: Chain Quest

    <h4>Chapter 33: Chain Quest</h4>


    n quickly nced at his stats and felt rewarded that he had gained another level.


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 8: 5260/6000]


    [HP: 150/160]


    [Stamina: 88%]


    [Survival Points: 2260]


    "Thank you for saving me," said the woman in herte 30''s before she started to introduce herself.


    Kate was the name of the woman n rescued, the Ambassador from Great Britain. Apparently, she had spent the past few hours screaming, banging at the doors, and tried every means possible. s, nothing seemed to work on guards.


    As they never allowed her to step outside the cage they had trapped her in, now that she had been set free, Kate was strangely, overly grateful to n.


    Logically, when you were saved by a cold-blooded murderer whose de is still wet from the blood of multiple government soldiers and guards, you didn''t thank them profusely as if they were saviors, ...You ran.


    But fortunately, the game mechanic maniptes the NPC, especially the one that was rted to the quest as if they were following a script.


    Therefore as n was the one aboard on the quest, the game made her highly dependent on him.


    Either way, this made things much easier for n, so he simply yed his part ording to the script.


    "Don''t worry, ma''am, I was ordered to rescue and subsequently escort you from this ce to safety."


    "You will? Oo love, you truly are a lifesaver"


    As n finished his setup, another notification arrived as he expected, with an updated mission.


    [Quest updated: A helicopter sent to retrieve you and the Ambassador, get her out to safety]


    [Escort VIP out of the city - Rank E Quest]


    The [Gamelink] swiftly showed him the location of the extraction point. A mile and a half south of the building he was currently in, a helipad in the harbor located on the coast of the city''s East River.


    From this point onwards, n had no guidance from his future knowledge as although Kenny managed to secure a VIP, he actually neverpleted this chain quest.


    However, n had memorized almost all significant ces around the establishment; and luckily, the helipad the [Gamelink] showed him was one of those ces.


    "Rushing down the helipad should take 10 to 15 minutes," muttered n after calcting the distance. He then turned to the woman and said, "Mam, we have to leave now if we want to make it."


    Kate, the Ambassador, agreed to his instruction with no questions asked and followed him toward the lobby. He swiftly walked down the stairs and felt d to see Daniel and Milo had finished his objective as well. The two had stood waiting in the lobby with the other male ambassador who was from Japan.


    "Good job. Let''s go."


    With two ambassadors rescued instead of only one, n really hoped that they would get some huge extra points. However, he held his horses down so as to let the chicken hatch before he started counting them. Right at this moment, a remainder came into his game link.


    [30 minutes left to survive]


    [Updating current yers]


    [yers still in the game - 5690]


    This number was actually almost doublepared to when he yed the gamest time. n was sure that everyone must be cheering that more than 50% yers managed to survive till thest 30 minutes of the game.


    However, only n knew what came next would be the real test of the game.


    And just as he expected the notification came.


    [Warning: The cataclysmic climate shift brought a storm pulling super-cooled air all the way down from the upper troposphere. The air will descend rapidly in the next 30 minutes]


    In the next 30 minutes, there would be 3 more changes in the Cold status, bringing the debuff to level 7. When someone received the level 7 Cold status, it was basically an instant death of freeze.


    Level 6 would only give about one minute before one would have to face the same fate, while level 5 would add the Hypothermia debuff which will reduce one''s health per second and kill most yers in 10 minutes.


    This meant that to really survive this round, one needed to have 3-level resistance to Cold debuff, or level 2 resistance coupled with consumables that would help restore their health and survive for at least those 10 minutes.


    As for n, he already had his [Winter Jacket] and [Beast Cloak] that gave + 4 cold resistance. Coupled with moderate endurance stats, he possessed +5 resistance against Cold. Meanwhile, Milo''s high endurance and winter jacket provided him with +4 resistance. Only Daniel among the group who have +3 resistance.


    With this, n told Daniel to stay inside, but the young man rejected the idea.


    "No, Mr. D, let me join. I will stay out of trouble and help you," Daniel insisted, his determination evident in his eyes.


    n understood Daniel''s eagerness, but he also knew that the uing task wouldn''t be a walk in the park. The game was designed to challenge yers, andpleting a chain quest like this would certainlye with its dangers and difficulties. Reluctantly, n gave a hard no. "Daniel, the mission ahead is too risky for you. I promise to involve you in more dangerous tasks once you gain more experience and level up."


    Annoyed but respecting n''s decision, the high school student sighed and reluctantly stayed inside the building.


    With Daniel safely settled, n and Milo walked out of the building, apanied by the two ambassadors. It was a relief that as quest NPCs, the ambassadors were immune to the cold status. Without this immunity,pleting the quest would have been nearly impossible.


    The cold air hit them like a wall as they stepped outside, and n knew they had to move quickly to reach their destination before the temperature dropped further.


    As they ran next to the frozen pond in the middle of the za. n''s drove his eyes to dart towards every nook and corner to shield himself from any potential ambush.


    Most of the time, it just ended up being him overthinking stuff, but unfortunately, this time around, his vignce paid off. He spotted a figure hiding in the corner of his eyes and quickly shouted.


    "Take cover!!"


    As soon as n finished shouting the words and was jumping away to find cover, the loud sounds of gunshots echoed through the air.


    Tar! Tar! Tar!


    There were only three shots but even though n tried his best to dodge, one still managed to hit his shoulder. A groan escaped his mouth as a sharp pain coursed through his body.


    [Shooting: Received 38 damage]


    "Who the hell is shooting!?"

 Chapter 34: Veteran

    <h4>Chapter 34: Veteran</h4>


    "Who is that person shooting at us?!" wailed the Japanese ambassador as he quickly shrunk his body into a ball a bit more in fear of being the next target.


    Under the heavy fire of deadly bullets, all 4 of them managed to hide behind a colossal statue in the center of the za. s, blood was already drawn from amongst them.


    n took a bullet to his shoulder as he propelled to take cover. He autonomously used [Medicated Gauze] to recover the lost HP, while his mind tried to analyze the situation.


    Despite having quite a decent defense through his high equipment rating, n still received severe damage from what should be a bullet from an assault rifle.


    Considering that it was still in round one of the game, with the shooter''s uracy and the damage dealt. It could only mean one thing.


    A veteran.


    To test his conjecture, n grabbed a nearby fist-sized rock and flung it at the rough direction where their shooter was.


    BAM!


    As soon as he heard a shot fired, n took a swift nce from behind the cover of the statue and-


    BAM!


    A bullet hit the part of the statue just next to his head, forcing him back to cover.


    However, n has sessfully got a glimpse at the figure in dark cloth hiding behind the guard post. The other party was undoubtedly a veteran yer.


    Veteran was the title that was used to refer to the survivors of the Apocalypse Game who rejoined the game, with their previous XP and equipment intact.


    Knowing what he was facing, n took a shallow breath and shouted for the other party to hear.


    "Fellow yer! Why are you shooting at us? What do you want!"


    Secondster, a reply arrived from a distance, a man in a southern ent.


    "Boy! You are stealing my quest, send them to me or you both will get trouble!"


    n''s lips pursed together as his mind quickly went to work, considering many possibilities from now on. Unfortunately, the presence of this Veteran was not on the report; either Kenny hid this fact, or this was one of the butterfly effects of his actions.


    Knowing things could get really messy with a Veteran involved, n whispered a quick few seconds with Milo and then yelled once again.


    "You don''t want to kill us and lose points. If you agree to cease aggression, we can share this quest."


    The answer came almost instantly with no hesitation.


    "Cut your crap and send them here!"


    But those split seconds he took to reply were enough for n. As the Veteran responded, n swiftly came out of the cover, gun zing with his M9 Beretta running to one side while giving cover fire to Milo as the boxer ran to an opposite side, branched out leaving the two ambassadors behind the statue.


    Tar Tar Tar


    More shots were fired, causing the two ambassadors to cower in fear. However, both n and Milo had sessfully got a different cover apart from each other and halfway closer, giving the Veteran a hard time.


    "Goddamn! You tricked me!", the Veteranined.


    n offered his suggestion again, "This is yourst chance. Will you share the quest or not?!"


    "No!!" said the Veteran in an irrefutable tone.


    n''s next n was a simple one; whoever got targeted by the shooter would quickly take cover while the other one would charge and take out the shooter.


    It was undoubtedly a reckless move. Despite considering Milo''s high HP, it was still a huge risk that could lead to the death of hispanion.


    As n pondered his next move, a sudden action by his student caught his attention. Daniel emerged from the front door, gun zing as he attempted to cover for n.


    "Hurry!! Mr. D, I''ll cover for you!"


    n''s concern for Daniel grew, and before he could tell him to get back, a counterfire from the veteran''s gun struck Daniel.


    BAM!!


    Daniel dropped to the floor, injured.


    n''s heart raced with worry for his student, but he couldn''t afford to take chances. He decided to seize the opportunity while the shooter was reloading and charged at him, firing his own shots.


    "NOW!!"


    He released a flurry of bullets towards the guard post where the veteran was hiding.


    Amidst the chaos, n caught a glimpse of a figure in ck attire, hidden just a dozen steps away. His instincts and experience made him halt his steps. The figure remained still, unperturbed even when n''s shots grazed past.


    "Retreat!" n ordered, realizing that confronting the mysterious figure would be too dangerous.


    Unfortunatly it was toote for Milo who has jumped through the guard post window and tackled the figure in ck like a hungry beast.


    It was when their bodies hit the ground that Milo realized the one in ck clothes was not a Veteran but an unconscious yer he recognized, Kenny.


    "It''s a trap,"


    At that moment, n heard a gun reload sound just a few meters behind him followed by a cold voice.


    "Do not move or I will blow a hole in the back of your head."


    The veteran revealed himself undetected; he had to own a sneak skill on par with his [Sneak (Novice) or even better than his.


    With an assault rifle aimed at n, the Veteran slowly approached. He shared a yful grin as he saw all the pawns falling into the right ce.


    "I have an explosive ced in that post, one press of a button and you can say goodbye to your friend over there," said the Veteran as he showed a small trigger his other hand was holding.


    His fingers fiddled around the trigger switch to emphasize that their lives were at his fingertips.


    n raised his hands and slowly turned his head to see a burly man in his mid 30s, gray camouge clothes, bulletproof armor, and one signature weapon-- A Crimson red M16 assault rifle.


    Seeing the very eye-catching weapon, n realized the true identity of the other party and his face inwardly turned grim.


    ''Curse my luck.''


    Among a dozen Veterans joining the game from the New York server, he just had to cross paths with one of the famous ones. The Crimson Gunner ¨C A southern American redneck, a gun nut who enjoys ying the game and volunteers for the second time.

 Chapter 35: Decision

    <h4>Chapter 35: Decision</h4>


    n''s mind raced as he assessed the situation. He nced over at Milo, who was still seething with anger, ready to pounce on the man at any moment. n gave him a reassuring nod, silently urging him to restrain himself for now. Then, he turned his attention back to Kenny, lying unconscious on the cold ground.


    "Did you kill him?" n inquired.


    "Huh? No no.. not yet¡­ but I will if you don''t quickly HAND OVER the VIPs.." the man retorted, a sinister grin forming on his face.


    n took a deep breath, trying to steady himself despite the gravity of the situation. He had been too fixated on the quest''s time restraint, making him careless and fall into a trap. But now that he had realized who he was facing, he stared at the man and said,


    "I think.. you''re bluffing¡­ I don''t believe you set an explosive in there." n said calmly, his eyes locked onto the man''s.


    The man chuckled, responding with a mocking grin, "Will you bet your life on it?" he taunted.


    There were two reasons why n believed the man was merely bluffing. First, he couldn''t imagine the man having enough time to knock Kenny out and set a trap simultaneously. Second, the man was a veteran yer.


    Veterans had two disadvantages: a penalty of a certain number of points deducted if they killed a non-veteran and twice the number of penalties if they failed a round. In this case, a veteran would receive a 2,000 point deduction for killing someone,pared to a 1,000 point deduction for regr yers.


    These severe penalties discouraged many veterans from ying the game again. Based on this, n believed the man wouldn''t resort to killing them, at least not through explosives.


    "So.. will you bet your life on that?" the man chuckled at n''s response.


    Taking a deep breath, n replied with a weightless gaze, "My friend and I have enough points that even if you kill us, we will survive the game. But what about you?" He paused for a moment, staring straight into the man''s eyes and continued, "Will you bet yours?"


    The man turned serious, a wicked smile lingering on his face. "Well goddamn!! That''s impressive indeed. I don''t get as many points as I hope because those wolves just stopped showing up.. but, I do think I have enough points... Enough for killing a few yers."


    n finally understood why the veteran had appeared here. He had killed the Alpha wolf, setting off a butterfly effect that led the man to this hidden quest.


    "Now hurry up, drop your weapon, and call out the VIPs. I have no time for this shit!!" the Veteran urged in a rush.


    The man applied more force on the trigger, baring his teeth at n. It was time for n to make a decision. He could take one or two bullets before tackling the man down, and Milo could help finish him. However, it stilles with a risk and there was also the situation with Daniel he was concerned with.


    After carefully weighing his options, n thought of a better solution. Just as the Veteran seemed about topletely lose his temper, n''s voice rang through the air.


    "Alright, you can have them."


    n signaled both Ambassadors toe out from their hiding spot beside the statue. The man''s grin widened at thepliance, believing he had outsmarted them.


    "Good call!" he acknowledged with a smug tone.


    At the same time, another man in a zer came out from hiding ¨C the Ambassador saved by Kenny. With an upturned face, the madman took hold of all three VIPs that n''s group had painstakingly rescued.


    But, he didn''t leave immediately. With the gun still aimed at them, he demanded, "I need your guns and your jackets as well. Now!"


    The man''s request was met with a skeptical gaze from n. He had been in enough dangerous situations to recognize an attempt to disarm thempletely. His instincts kicked in, and he knew they couldn''t afford to give up their only means of protection.


    "Nice try, not the gun, but you can take the jackets," n countered, his voice firm and unwavering.


    The man''s grin widened before agreeing to thepromise. He collected the jackets, leaving them with a chilly gust of wind and a lingering sense of vulnerability.


    As the man departed, followed by the three Ambassadors, n let out a deliberate, quiet breath. The immediate threat had subsided, but the weight of their situation was still heavy on his shoulders. He turned to Milo, who was carefully lifting the unconscious Kenny, and together, they rushed to Daniel''s side who was lying bleeding on the ground.


    "I am sorry, Mr. D. I was just trying to help you," Daniel said.


    n''s relief was evident as he found Daniel still alive. He then checked on the unconscious Kenny. A faint pulse could be felt throbbing beneath his fingertips. Without further ado, he applied the [Medical Gauge] to both of them.


    It took a minute before the unconscious yer awakened.


    "Who¡­ who are you two?!" asked Kenny with bulging eyes as soon as he regained consciousness.


    "Let''s just say everyone here is a victim of the same robbery," n briefly exined.


    Kenny responded with determination, "We can''t let him do that! We definitely must chase him!"


    The young man with sses growled in rage. However, at the same time, a notification popped up.


    [20 minutes left to survive]


    [Updating current yers]


    [yers still in the game - 5,575]


    [Warning: The super storm has arrived. The air will descend rapidly]


    Hearing this, Kenny panicked, "Oh my god, Ohh my fu*king god. This is the sixth one!"


    n still had extra jumpers and his [Night cloak]. Together with his endurance, he still had +4 cold resistance. As for Milo, he had level-3 resistance from upgrading his endurance to D-, giving him +4 resistance with the jumper.


    With this, both only had to deal with a level-2 cold status, resulting in a 30% Stamina penalty. And Level-3 of a 50% penalty at the end game of thest 10 minutes.


    "Mr. D, what are you nning to do?" Milo inquired, looking to n for guidance.


    n didn''t answer immediately; instead, he turned and walked toward the door. A few secondster, the distant sound of multiple gunshots reached their ears, indicating that the Veteran Crimson Gunner was brute-forcing his way to the Helipad.


    He turned back to face the others, his resolve unwavering. "If we fight with him now, we will lose too much time," n exined calmly, his voice carrying an air of strategy. "This way, he will take care of the obstacles for us, and I n to snatch our VIPs back at the destination."

 Chapter 36: Crimson Gunner

    <h4>Chapter 36: Crimson Gunner</h4>


    Tar Tar Tar


    The deafening sounds of multiple gunshots echoed in the frozen streets of New York City''s riverside. The man in the camouge suit moved with precision and purpose, his heart pounding in his chest, but his face showing no fear. He darted through the freezing snow, his breath visible in the cold air, as he expertly wielded the Crimson-ted M16 assault rifle.


    Bullets whizzed through the air, finding their marks on the sprinting and leaping wolves, forcing them to retreat momentarily.


    "Keep it close, if you don''t wanna get left behind," the man called out to the three figures in zers following closely behind him. They huddled together, seeking shelter from the biting cold and the menacing pack of predators only meters away. Their eyes held a mix of anxiety and trust in their protector.


    With determination etched on his face, the man continued to advance toward the dock where the Helipad awaited. Yet, standing between him and his objective was an intimidating sight ¨C at least two dozen ferocious wolves, their hunger for human flesh evident in their bared fangs.


    Navigating through this pack of carnivorous predators while safeguarding the three NPCs was indeed a daunting task. Most missions of this nature would require at least half a dozen yers to have a fighting chance. However, the man was no ordinary yer; he was a seasoned veteran, equipped with a special assault rifle that gave him an advantage. With a steady hand and unwavering resolve, he made the challenging endeavor look like a mere stroll through the park.


    Tar Tar Tar Tar


    The ear-piercing gunfire continued as the group of four pressed forward, the man driving away the madness in the eyes of the wolves with each well-aimed shot. The once fierce beasts now treaded with caution, intimidated by the relentless force that was mowing them down.


    "Y''all want some more?!!" the man taunted, his adrenaline pumping as he stood tall against the wolf pack.


    His piercing eyes caught sight of a small building nearby¡ªthe reception front leading to the dock where the Helipad was situated. He assessed the situation, swiftly scanning the surroundings with a probing gaze, ensuring that no other yers lurked in the vicinity.


    "Go inside now!!" the man shouted to the three VIPs, taking charge of their safety. He pulled out frag grenades and hurled them towards the pack of wolves tailing them.


    KABOOOMMM!!


    The grenades detonated, creating an explosion of chaos and devastation among the wolves. A triumphant smile crossed the man''s face, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction at the sight of the wolves'' bodies being swallowed by the st.


    Without wasting a moment, the man rushed into the reception building, mming the door shut behind him. He took a moment to catch his breath, knowing that they had ovee the most challenging part of the escort mission. Yet, he couldn''t afford to let his guard down; he remained on high alert, for the notification indicating thepletion of the quest had not arrived yet.


    As expected, the awaited notification shed before him a few momentster.


    [The VIP has arrived at the destination; the helicopter willnd in five minutes. Get them out of this city]


    The man gazed through the window, his eyes fixed on the distant helicopter in the sky, slowly approaching the dock. The sight brought a glimmer of hope amidst the harsh conditions they were facing. He knew they had to move quickly, time was running out. Without hesitation, he turned to the three NPCs and ordered them, "Let''s go!"


    As they stepped out of the reception building, a chilling gust of wind struck them, carrying the foreboding message.


    [10 minutes left to survive]


    [Updating current yers]


    [yers still in the game - 5,525]


    [Warning: The final super storm is here, The temperature will descend rapidly]


    [Warning - Cold status increase: level 3]


    [Stamina regeneration decrease 50%, slow movement 30%]


    "This weather... Goddammit," he muttered under his breath, his determination undeterred by the worsening conditions. The warning of the increased cold status and reduced stamina regeneration only fueled his urgency. "Let''s go!" he repeated, knowing they couldn''t afford to dy any longer.


    With the crimson rifle clutched tightly to his chest, the man led the group, their feet pounding against the wooden dock above the frozen river. The dock stretched out for about 200 meters, and they could see the Helipad in the distance. But their escape route was fraught with peril as the relentless wolves pursued them, undeterred by the blizzard.


    "Argghh, you dumbass beasts!!" the man growled, his fierce defiance not waning even in the face of danger.


    Tar Tar Tar Tar


    Amid the ongoing gunfire, the man maintained his position at the back, covering their retreat while they sprinted towards safety. However, as they reached the midpoint of the wooden bridge, his keen perception alerted him to three human figures rapidly closing in from behind.


    "Those three!! They just won''t give up, don''t they?!" the man muttered, realizing that one of them was the yer he had knocked unconscious before, and the other was a skilled adversary¡ªthe group''s leader.


    Fire erupted from two sides as the blizzard added anotheryer of chaos to the intense situation. Despite his high perception, the man needed a few precious seconds to process what was different among the three figures chasing them. He quickly realized that one of them was the yer he had knocked unconscious before, and one was missing, the skilled leader of the group.


    Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged from beneath the bridge with astonishing speed. Before the man could react, the assant lunged at him with a dagger, precisely aimed at his shoulder.


    Sattt


    The dagger found its mark, delivering a painful blow on the shoulder that elicited a grunt of pain from the man. Although the attack didn''t inflict significant damage, it forced him to drop his precious rifle.


    "Fu*ck!!" he cursed, grappling with the surprise assault. He had underestimated his opponent''s stealth and speed, a costly mistake in this life-or-death game.


    Before he could mount a counterattack, the assant tackled him forcefully, and with a powerful shove, sent him tumbling over the edge of the bridge and into the frigid waters below.

 Chapter 37: Agility

    <h4>Chapter 37: Agility</h4>


    10 minutes earlier.


    As soon as the distinct sound of gunshots echoed from the south, indicating the Crimson Gunner''s presence, n swiftly ryed his n to Milo, Daniel, and Kenny. They were to shadow the gunner from a distance, letting him clear the way by taking down any obstacles. The trio was to remain hidden and only intervene at the opportune moment when the gunner was about to cross the bridge toward the helipad.


    n handed his [M9 Beretta] to Milo, who took it firmly in his grasp. Meanwhile, Daniel held the [Glock 7] with him, and Kenny carried the [Taurus G2C] he had acquired from the United Nations security guard before being knocked out by the gunner.


    "Be careful," n warned them, knowing the dangers thaty ahead. With their instructions clear, the threerades disappeared into the blizzard, their forms blending with the swirling snow.


    Before proceeding with his part of the n, n essed his [Gamelink] and made a critical decision to allocate his two attribute points, investing them all into Agility.


    [Strength: E-]


    [Agility: E] +2 [E >E+ > D-]


    [Endurance: E]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: D]


    [Spirit F-]


    The investment in Agility proved to be highly rewarding. n could immediately feel the difference as his speed increased by 20%. However, he had a specific objective in mind when enhancing his Agility: to meet the prerequisites for upgrading his sneak skill.


    With the required Agility level achieved, n confidently chose to upgrade his [Sneak] skill.


    [Upgrade]


    [Choose a skill to upgrade]


    [Sneak (Novice)]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Increases the chance to move undetected]


    [Prerequisites: Agility D-, Perception E]


    [Cost: 500 survival points and 1x Rank E reward]


    [Proceed?]


    Without hesitation, n confirmed, "Yes."


    [You have spent 500 survival points and 1x Rank E reward]


    [You gained proficiency in [Sneak] - Basic to Novice]


    Thanks to his [Night Cloak], n received an additional boost to his [Sneak], elevating its proficiency from [Novice] to [Expert]. With the upgraded skill, n gained ess to a new set of abilities.


    [Increases the chance to move undetected, 25% sneak attack damage, learned active skill]


    [Light Steps]


    [You have learned the art of moving with zero sound]


    [Skill duration: 30 seconds]


    [Cooldown: 10 minutes]


    Feeling ready and confident with his enhanced abilities, n decided to take an unconventional route. Instead of following the road, he swerved and rushed toward the frozen river.


    Traveling on top of the thin iceyer covering the river was no easy task, but n''s heightened agility and expertise made it feasible. With abination of deft movements and careful bnce, he skillfully skated his way across the treacherous ice.


    As he positioned himself in ambush, n patiently waited for the Crimson Gunner''s figure to appear on the horizon. The threepanions yed their role as distractions, allowing n to use his newfound agility and the recently-acquired skill, [Light Steps], to approach from behind stealthily.


    The Crimson Gunner, a seasoned yer, never anticipated encountering a non-veteran with expert-level sneak skills. n''s sessful sneak attack caught the gunner off guard, and with a swift push, he sent the man tumbling into the icy river below.


    CRAACCKK!


    The impact of the gunner hitting the ice created a loud sound, echoing in the frigid air. n wasn''t finished yet; he intended to capitalize on his advantage and press on with his attack. However, the experienced gunner managed to deflect n''s next move and retaliated with a powerful kick, momentarily putting them in a stalemate.


    "Huh!! How the fuck did you sneak up on me!!" the Crimson Gunner eximed, his surprise evident.


    Observing the situation, the gunner quickly realized that n''spanions had executed the n perfectly. They had followed n''s instructions, rushing toward the bridge and skillfully dispatching the iing wolves, ensuring the safety of the three ambassadors and aplishing their mission.


    Frustration grew on the gunner''s face, but he still appeared confident as he locked eyes with n. "You fool! You dare to fight one-on-one against me!?" he taunted, taking out another weapon, a handgun, and aiming it at n''s head.


    A grin appeared on his face when he said "''I am stronger, faster, better armed, and especially more experienced. Amuse me, how the hell do you n to defeat me?" He said as his shoulders lowered and rxed, not bothered by the wound on his shoulder.


    In response, n smiled calmly and uttered, "It''s true; you are indeed those things, but... at least I am smarter than you."


    "Tell that to the bullets!" the gunner growled before taking a shot.


    n was prepared. With his experienced and heightened agility, he manage to dodge the first bullet and swiftly moved into action. He didnt engage the gunner directly, instead, n seized the opportunity to execute his trap. He hurled the knife he held with precision, aiming at the ice beneath the gunner''s feet, and with all his might, he stomped down, breaking the ice apart.


    CRAACKKK!


    Confusion swiftly turned to sheer terror as the ice beneath the gunner''s feet gave way, shattering apart and sending him plummeting into the icy water below. The gunner fell with his mouth agape,pletely shocked by the sudden turn of events.


    The freezing cold of the river instantly engulfed his body, causing him to feel as if he were being pierced by a hundred sharp knives. The chilling waters rapidly began to take a toll on him, his body struggling to cope with the extreme cold.


    [Warning - Cold status increase: level 4]


    [Stamina regeneration decrease 90%, slow movement 50%]


    [Warning - Cold status increase: level 5]


    [Cold damage - 1 Health Point inflicted every 5 seconds]


    [Warning - Cold status increase: level 6]


    [Cold damage - 2 Health Points inflicted every second]


    The man''s cold status escted rapidly, increasing by three whole levels. He was now at the brink of death, with only minutes left to live if he didn''t receive immediate help.

 Chapter 38: Last Minutes

    <h4>Chapter 38: Last Minutes</h4>


    The objectives were clear: first, disarm the Veteran of his deadly assault rifle, and second, make him plunge into the icy waters of the frozen river.


    Having arrived early to the scene, n meticulously examined the frozen river''s surface, gauging its thickness and calcting the force required to break it with his knife. With the confidence of his scientific calctions, he put his n into action.


    CRACKKK!


    In a matter of seconds, a lightning-like fissure ran through the frozen river surface like a snake crawling towards its prey. The ice beneath the Crimson Gunner''s feet gave way, and he plummeted into the freezing river with a loud ssh. The cold water engulfed the gunner, and his final curses were silenced by the frigid embrace of the river.


    n himself swiftly capitalized on his enhanced agility, leaping away from the breaking ice to a safe distance. A rush of satisfaction washed over him as he witnessed the sess of his calcted risk. The once formidable adversary was now disarmed and immersed in the icy water, vulnerable and defeated.


    ''Bye bye"


    There was actually no point in checking on the man anymore as the frozen river water underneath should do the finishing work for n. Even if the former didn''t die, the water current would drag him towards the south, away from the dock.


    As n took two confident steps forward, suddenly three hot metal bullets pierced the ice he stood on, doing their job by cracking the surface. The ice shattered under the pressure of his body weight, and he found himself plunging into the river along with the freezing water he stood on.


    "Dammit!!"


    [Warning - Cold status increase: level 4]


    [Warning - Cold status increase: level 5]


    [Warning - Cold status increase: level 6]


    [Cold damage - 2 Health Points inflicted every second]


    The cold immediately seized him, and his body was wracked with shivers and trembles. Desperate to find something to hold on to, he felt a human hand grip his leg with determination, pulling him downwards. It was the crazy Veteran, ready to take him down with him.


    Struggling to break free, n used his other leg to kick the man under him, but the 90% stamina penalty made his kicks weaker and flimsier. The gunner, too, was in a weakened condition due to the cold damage.


    [Cold damage - 2 Health Points inflicted every second]


    The battle of endurance had begun, and the oue hung in the bnce. Thest man standing would prevail.


    Unsure of the gunner''s condition, n quickly reached into his secret stash and retrieved a vial of [Buffout] he took from the hospital.


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: STR +2, END +2, MAX Hp +30 for 120 seconds]


    [Effects: HP and STAMiINA - halved for 30 minutes]


    He quickly consumed it.


    [HP: 142/160] +50 [HP: 192/210]


    [Stamina: 62%]


    [Strength: E-] +2


    [Endurance: E] +2


    With increased strength and endurance, n felt more confident in winning the battle. He even felt that the grip loosened a bit.


    However, just as he thought the happy ending was near, n glimpsed the Redneck taking out a frag grenade, pulling off the pin with a crazy smile on his face.


    "Fu¨C"


    KABOOOOMMMM!!!


    [Impact: Lethal Explosion inflicted 158 damage]


    The explosion in the water was a devastating lethal attack that send a shockwave through n''s body. The force of the st propelled him out of the water, but he was dying.


    "Fukk crazy redneck!"


    [Hp: 28/210]


    And if that wasn''t severe enough, the Cold status still gued n as his body was soaked with chilly water, causing the damage debuff to stick for a few more seconds and with his current health, he would die in less than 15 seconds.


    Gasping for breath, n''s mind raced as he clung to consciousness. He knew he had to act quickly to counter the deadly effects of the cold water that threatened to consume him. Ignoring the [Medical Gauze] for the moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of [Liquor]. With trembling hands, he hastily removed the bottle cap and gulped down the contents in one desperate swig.


    [You are disoriented]


    n''s vision blurred for a moment. But soon, he felt a warm sensation spreading through his body as the [Liquor] took effect. He had received the "Heat" status for ten minutes, providing some respite from the freezing waters.


    However, he knew he couldn''t dy any longer. The cold status was still at level 5, and the damage it inflicted was relentless. He reached for the [Medicated Gauze] and applied it to his wounds, wincing as the healing properties began to take effect.


    A few seconds passed as n recovered enough to walk again. Immediately after, he stood up and crossed the bridge where he saw the others finishing thest wolf while leading the VIPs to the helicopter that had justnded.


    [3 minutes 20 seconds]


    Gradually, the cold status subsided, and n felt his strength returning. With renewed determination, he pulled himself up from the icy water, his legs still wobbly from the ordeal. He steadied himself and took a deep breath, trying to focus on the mission at hand.


    Looking around, he saw the others finishing off thest wolf and guiding the VIPs towards the waiting helicopter. The mission was almostplete, but n''s instincts kept him alert. He couldn''t let his guard down, not when danger might still be lurking.


    Suddenly, a glint of crimson caught his eye ¨C a discarded rifle lying on the dock tform. n''s curiosity piqued, and he quickly moved to investigate. "Bonus Item," he mumbled, realizing that luck was on his side.


    Securing the rifle, he made his way back to the waiting helicopter, where the others were already on board. Without wasting a moment, n climbed in, and the chopper swiftly took off. A


    As they ascended into the sky, n gazed down at the city below, now transformed into a surreal frozenndscape.


    [You have sessfully gotten the VIP out of the city]


    [You havepleted E level quest]


    [You received E rank reward x1]


    [You received 500 survival points, 500 XP]


    A minute and some after the questpletion, the countdown finally reached zero, and with it, an array of words popped up through the Gamelink.


    [Game concluded]


    [Survivors Detected; 4,833]


    [Processing yer data¡­]


    [Calcting yer rewards¡­]

 Chapter 39: Rewards

    <h4>Chapter 39: Rewards</h4>


    [Game concluded]


    [Survivors Detected; 4,833]


    n opened his eyes just as he perceived thest message sent through [Gamelink]. He was back in the 4by4 Virtual Waiting room.


    His lips parted as he let out a huge relief seeing almost two thousand more survivorspared to his previous life.


    He took a precious few seconds to consolidate his thoughts before he got bombarded by a series of notifications/messages.


    [Processing yer data¡­]


    [Round One: Human versus Force of Nature]


    [Main Quest: Survive for 8 hours]


    [Quest Completed: 100% (Rating F)]


    [Sub Quest 1: Aid Civilians]


    [Quest Completed: 90% (Rating F > E)]


    [Hidden Quest: Saved VIP]


    [Quest Completed: 70% (Rating E > E+)


    [Bonus Quest: Escape the city]


    [Quest Completed: 100% (Rating E+ > D)


    [Battle Performance: Active (Rating D> C-)]


    [Exploration Performance: Normal]


    [Special Rating 1: Kill Boss Monster (Rating C- > C)]


    [Final yer Rating: C]


    n examined each message; as he reached the final one, an uncontainable smile made its way onto his face. Especially when he looked at the final evaluation. C rating. One of the, if not the highest, ranking possible to achieve in the first round.


    In his previous life, he received an E+ rank like 80% of other survivors, while the additional 20% got a D. He never heard anyone get C in the first round, except maybe veteran yers.


    n believes he didn''t receive a perfect rank for Sub Quest: Aid civilians. This was understandable as he left them behind in Vikcy''s care, but it was still a huge number of civilians that he help hence the good rating.


    His Only regret was with Hidden Quest. If not for the redneck''s untimely intervention, he could have got the perfect rating. Fortunately, having all three VIPs sessfully out of the city still got him an upgraded rank.


    A secondter, the most awaited notification popped up.


    [Calcting yer rewards¡­]


    [Rank: C]


    [You received Survival Points 4,000 and 4,000 XP]


    [You received: D rank reward 3x]


    [You received: Attribute Enhancement Bonus 1x]


    [Acquired Title: Pyromaniac]


    [Pyromaniac: You like to set things on fire, with this title, all fire-based items will deal 35% more damage]


    "A Title?" questioned while rubbing the base of his neck.


    The Three D rank reward was impressive, but it was expected for a C rank reward. The Attribute bonus was also within his expectations, as it was rewarded for disying an excellent performance among other yers.


    The title, however, was news to him.


    Extra damage for Fire-based Items. Something like a Molotov, an incendiary grenade, a methrower weapon, or all of its nieces and nephews. There was a wide variety he can choose from.


    With this, he can forever forget the "Don''t y with fire" warning.


    In the end, of all the notifications, his Status was on disy.


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 12: 9260/10000]


    [HP: 180/180]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Survival Points: 5760]


    [Strength: E-]


    [Agility: D-]


    [Endurance: E]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: D]


    [Spirit: F-]


    [Two attribute points to distribute]


    [ F rank reward x1, E rank reward x1, D rank reward x 3]


    [Title: Pyromaniac]


    ####


    [Equipment]


    [Night Cloak, Jumper, Sneaker]


    [Defense: 8]


    [Hunting Knife]


    [Attributes: Damage 14-16]


    [Equipment Rating: 20]


    ####


    [Inventory]


    [Canned Meat x 10, Canned Fruits x 8, Lighter, Painkiller x 2, Antibiotic, Cigarettes, Money $1000, Medicated Gauze x 16, Bottled Water x 2]


    ####


    [Common Skill]


    [Unarmed Combat (Novice)]


    [Dagger Weapon (Novice)]


    [Small Firearm (Expert)]


    [Sword Weapon (Expert)]


    ####


    [Umon Skill]


    [First Aid (Basic)]


    [Repair (Basic)]


    [Sneak (Novice)]


    ####


    [Unique Skill]


    [Science (Novice)]


    Any yer would have been over the moon with such a remarkable record. But not n. All he felt and heard were voices in his head judging his results.


    ''Not enough...it''s not good enough.''


    Regression was the biggest cheat anyone could get. And with it, he should always aim for the heights, to the pinnacle. But the increase from E+ to C does not seems to justify such a fortune.


    Thinking about 700 thousand people that died in thest 8 hours put even more pressure on him.


    ''This must be what survivor syndrome feels like.'' n said in a light tone. His ted face turned somber.


    He shook his head and tried not to think about it and focus on the more positive side of the situation.


    n thought of something that made him feel better instantly


    A specific item he picked just before he finished the game


    [Name: Crimson M16]


    [Type: Weapon (Medium firearm)]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Firepower 60-82 (500 meters), 56 - 70 (500 - 3600 meters)]


    [Magazine: 30 rounds (5,56mm)]


    [Fire Rate: up to 10 rounds/ second]


    [Effects: uracy increase 20%, Medium Firearm skill +1]


    [Add on: 60-round magazine]


    [Add on: Iron sight - uracy increase 10%]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Better than AK]


    Although he never preferred using an assault rifle, it was still a valuable weapon with Superior rarity.


    A mischievous smile crept on his face as n thought of ways to reap the benefit of this.


    Soon enough, the final notification came and informed him of his departure.


    [You will be teleported to Transit Area in one minute]


    [5..4..3..2..1]


    A bright light blinded him. He felt as if his body lifted up for a moment before finally, he could feel the hard ground. The bright light slowly faded away or dimmed down, showcasing a coastal town as the sea breeze caressed his cheek, tall palm trees waving in the distance weing his arrival of docked ships. n gazed at all this with a sense of nostalgia, standing surrounded by hundreds of colonial buildings.


    [You have arrived at Port Town 017]


    [Server: New York]


    [yer Poption: 4,833]


    n nced at the hundreds of other yers appearing through the light, left and right.


    Most looked around with despair visible in their eyes, and some with excitement and anticipation. Among them, only a few, along with n, stood out as a sore thumb with neither on his face.


    Just as thest light faded away, an announcement resounded.


    [Next apocalypse game will start in 24 hours, prepare yourself ordingly]


    [Time Left - 24:00]


    ###########


    Author Special Note


    Dear Readers,


    Thank you for all your support, I hope all of you have been enjoying the story and hope you will continue supporting the novel in the premium chapters.


    As a note, this is my 5th contracted novel, and hopefully, this one would clearly express my umted experiences.


    Please do check the other novels through my author profile, or check the youtube trailer video on my website - .avans.xyz


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    Once again, I thank you for all the support you guys have given me.


    Yours sincerely, Avans.

 Chapter 40 Leaders

    <h4>Chapter 40 Leaders</h4>


    While hundreds of thousands of peopley inside their game capsules, the events of the deadly game were broadcasted on dozens of TV channels worldwide, providing a chilling glimpse into the fate of those who had participated.


    The entire world seemed to be watching, their eyes glued to the screens as the death toll rapidly climbed to half a million lives within the first ten minutes of the game. The sheer scale of destruction and loss of life sent shockwaves through society, causing pandemonium to break out.


    The most horrifying sight was the towering tsunami that emerged on the horizon, swallowing everything in its path. Viewers around the globe were paralyzed with fear as they witnessed the true horror of the apocalypse unfold.


    As the game progressed, extreme weather conditions turned the yground into frozen graveyards, iming more lives with each passing minute. The number of survivors dwindled rapidly, and society collectively held its breath, watching in disbelief.


    Eight hours of nightmare finally came to an end, but the aftermath was haunting. The broadcast shifted to show Anna, the woman with dark hair and the representative of the Aliens, congratting the survivors and offering condolences to the deceased. However, her emotionless speech only served to fuel the anger and frustration of the masses.


    After the Aliens delivered their speech devoid of any emotions, what appeared on the screen changed once more. The nation''s leaders took over the stage to suppress the unrest within their citizens with their articted speech.


    For the United States, a man with neatly styled white hair was seen sitting behind a brown table with the US national g in the background. He was none other than the President of the United States, Thomas Whitemore.


    "There are no other words that could describe our situation but gratitude for their bravery and sacrifice," he said as he tried his best to not let his chin fall.


    ####


    Within a specific room at the New York Apocalypse Game Center, dozens of uniformed personnel sat in front of multipleputer screens, their eyes dry from hours of intense focus. They had been meticulously analyzing each visual frame and the data provided by the Alien for the past eight hours. When the game finally ended, one of the staff quickly contacted the man in charge.


    "Colonel Weeber, it''s time."


    "Alright, connect us to the White House."


    Therge screen that had been disying the game now switched to show a conference room with a few high-ranking officials, including the Commander In Chief at the end of the table.


    Soon enough, the screen split into three as two more visuals connected.


    One showed the apocalypse training center in Los Angeles, led by Major Kingsley, and the other disyed the center in Houston, overseen by Colonel Maxwell.


    "Mister President," was the first word spoken, and the President let out a long, weary sigh before addressing them with little energy left in his voice.


    "Gentlemen, just give me the number."


    Each leader of the training centers nodded, instructing their subordinates to transfer the data they had gathered. Momentster, the number of survivors from the three cities in America appeared on the screen.


    New York: 4,833


    Los Angeles: 3,245


    Houston: 3,536


    Those present in the conference had somewhat expected these numbers, considering it was the first game where the majority of yers consisted of civilians. However, despite their preparation, the impact on their minds was still severe.


    "...Almost 20,000 in 8 hours."


    Trying to uplift the mood, a man without a military uniform who sat at the table with the President spoke up.


    "Actually, the number of survivors is higher than expected, Mr. President, especially in New York."


    "Yes, I can see that, Professor Levinson."


    The professor was in charge of studying the Aliens, and his statement was urate. Yet, the weight of each number representing a human life weighed heavily on everyone''s mind.


    President Whitemore then turned his questioning gaze to Colonel Weeber, asking about the high number of survivors in his city.


    The Colonel''s voice wavered as he answered, "I¡­ I added some modules about surviving extreme cold in thest few days of training before the game, Mr. President."


    "That''s fortunate, Colonel. But why did you do that? Is there any particr reason?"


    Avoiding eye contact, the Colonel replied, "It''s¡­ just a hunch, Mister President."


    The President, perhaps noticing the uneasiness in the Colonel''s voice, or attempting to uplift the mood, responded with a dryugh. "We certainly could use more of that hunch, Colonel."


    Understanding that they couldn''t delve further into the matter of New York City, the President moved on to discuss the condition of the toon ¨C the American soldiers ced among the civilians in the game ¨C media coverage, and public security before concluding the meeting.


    "Thank you, gentlemen¡­ and may God bless us all."


    As the screen turned off, Colonel Weeber rallied his battalion of soldiers,prising 1,000 men from the training center, and set off for Central Park in downtown New York City.


    Outside the park gates, tens of thousands of people were screaming in anger towards the Aliens and the government''s handling of the situation. Signs of a riot were evident in the crowd, exacerbated by negative emotions from the yers'' families who sought information about their missing kin. Chaos seemed inevitable.


    The Colonel''s 300 troops joined the thousands already present to maintain order. With the help of his men, Colonel Weeber walked through the crowd and stood on a tform, making his figure visible.


    "I understand your pain, as I was one of youst year," the Colonel began, sharing the story of how his own son had fallen inst year''s Apocalypse Game. Many in the crowd turned silent, empathizing with his grief.


    "Please calm down, as what you are doing will only make it harder for all of us."


    After delivering a short but powerful speech, he instructed the family members to head to the Apocalypse Center for more information and support.


    His vacant eyes witnessed the tearful faces and breaking voices of the people inquiring about their family members.


    Returning to his car, the Colonel''s thoughts returned to the stranger who had given him the USB filled with information. Regret washed over him as he realized that if he had put more faith in the stranger''s words, he might have saved even more lives. At the same time, he couldn''t help but wonder who that person really was.


    Taking a steeled breath, he made a phone call to one of his staff.


    "Collect all the data of veterans who volunteered for this year''s game."

 Chapter 41 Port Town

    <h4>Chapter 41 Port Town</h4>


    The port town exuded an idyllic charm that seemed to transcend time itself. The gentle breeze from the sea carried the faint scent of salt water, invigorating the senses of the yers. The picturesque view of tall palm trees swaying gracefully against the azure sky created a tranquil ambiance, inviting the yers to momentarily forget the horrors they had just faced in the previous game.


    As n strolled through the cobblestone streets, he marveled at the captivating architecture of the colonial buildings that adorned the town. The ornate facades and quaint designs seemed straight out of a history book, transporting him back to the Age of Exploration during the 15th century. It was as if he had been plucked from the modern world and dropped into a charming port city of yesteryears.


    Amidst this scene of serenity, dozens of NPCs stood ready to cater to the diverse needs of the yers. Their friendly faces and helpful demeanor offered aforting presence. From food and drinks to messages and evenpanionship, these NPCs were prepared to assist the yers in any way possible. Whether someone sought a hearty meal to replenish their energy or to find sce amidst the chaos, the NPCs were there to providefort and support.


    The Alien had meticulously crafted the entire port town with one purpose in mind: to create a haven for the yers. Just like a sailor returning from an arduous voyage, the participants needed a ce to unwind and recuperate from the emotional and physical toll of the game.


    This was the purpose of the transit town. A sanctuary to rejuvenate the minds and bodies of exhausted yers after their grueling experience in the Apocalypse Game. It provided a brief respite, allowing them to process the harrowing events they had just endured and prepare for the challenges thaty ahead in the next round.


    Yet, despite the apparent calm and the inviting atmosphere of the port town, time was their most preciousmodity. The yers had only 24 hours to rest, regroup, and ready themselves for the next game.


    n had a clear goal in mind, and he couldn''t wait to start his ns. Nevertheless, he knew that now was not the time for such pursuits.


    As expected, a momentter he saw crowds of people moving in a single direction towards the main street. Not long after that, one male yer with an army haircut and uniform approached him.


    "Sir, please gather at the central square. There will be a briefing by the US military," said the male in a straightforward manner.


    Thousands of yers moved toward the center of the port town like a swarm of ants. Upon arriving, n could see dozens of people donning army uniforms standing in an orderly line facing the crowd of thousands.


    When most of the people present were still wearing standard in clothes or even in the red beginner suits, looking at these dozens of army outfits, these people were wearing did give some level of credibility to the crowd.


    As the yers gathered in an orderly fashion, n felt a sense of anticipation building within him. His eyes scanned the crowd, and amidst the sea of faces, he noticed someone approaching him with familiar enthusiasm.


    "n!" a voice called out cheerfully. It was Vicky, her face lighting up with joy as she hurriedly approached him. "I am so d to see you. I was so worried you wouldn''t make it."


    n''s heart warmed at the sight of Vicky''s genuine concern. Before he could respond, he heard another familiar voice chiming in. "Mister D, Mister D!" It was Daniel, followed by Milo and Luis, all rushing to find him.


    "Why are we gathering here?" Vicky inquired curiously, seeking an exnation for the sudden assembly.


    n was about to provide them with some answers, but he held his words back as it became evident that the gathering was about to begin. The bustling crowd settled into an expectant hush, awaiting themencement of the forting briefing.


    In the distance, amanding figure caught everyone''s attention. An African-American man, sporting an army haircut and uniform, ascended the stairs of a prominent building in front of the square. His presence was striking, and his posture exuded confidence.


    It didn''t take long for n to recognize the man as Sergeant Dn O''Connor, one of his cherished friends. In his previous life, he had witnessed the sergeant meet a gruesome fate, torn apart by a monstrous bug. The sight of him alive and well now filled n with immense relief and joy.


    Standing on the tform, the African-American man maintained his firm stance, his gaze unwaveringly directed at all of the yers in front of him. Immediately after that, he gave a thunderous shout, "Attention!!.. Fall in!!"


    As soon as the sergeant''s words echoed through the air, hundreds of yers sprang into action, forming lines in front of the stairs with military precision. However, some remained unsure, watching from the back, trying to make sense of the unfolding scene.


    With amanding presence, the sergeant shouted again, "That''s right! Fall in!! We don''t have all day,dies!! Fall in!! Now! Now!!" His powerful voice left no room for hesitation, and the yers quickly organized themselves into orderly lines, resembling a true army formation.


    Following that, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties slowly and deliberately made his way onto the stage. Many in the crowd recognized him as he was introduced briefly at the training center.


    Captain Sam Carter of the US Marines with 20 years of battlefield experience and veteran of the game.


    Everyone focused their attention on the man while nervously waiting for what he would say.


    "Hours ago, we just experienced hell; we all did."


    The captain paused for a second before continuing, "We still have a few more hell in front of us, and for us to be able to survive till the end, we have to work together."


    The captain stared at the thousands in front of him and said,


    "Most of you are not marines, but from today and for the rest of the game, I will be yourmander until I die or I find someone better."


    The words the man spoke were brief and curt, but everything he said was on point, straight to the heart of the matter.


    He was a real American hero willing to be assigned by the government to lead a bunch of civilians with questionable abilities until the end of the Apocalypse Game with his battalion of 1000 men.


    The captain then proceeded to continue his speech by saying,


    "I am here right now to brief the n for the second round, and I am looking for 200 civilians to join our ranks."


    x x x x

 Chapter 42 Announcement

    <h4>Chapter 42 Announcement</h4>


    The first round of the Apocalypse Game had been a brutal test of survival, designed to separate the strong from the weak in the midst of nature''s fury. With its demanding objectives and seven levels of bone-chilling cold, only the most skilled or lucky among the 4,833 survivors had made it through.


    However, as the first round ended, the true essence of the Apocalypse Game awaited them in the second round. This time, the enemy would not be the forces of nature, but something even more dangerous¡ªother humans.


    The second round involved an apocalypse scenario centered around war between humans. The setting could vary from modern warfare to medieval battle, no one knew exactly what will it be for this year.


    Except for n.


    Contrary to round one, where everyone needed to care for their own survival; for round two, there would be a goal ¨C amon objective ¨C which would be unduly hard if the yers didn''t work together.


    Thus the government specifically deployed a battalion of 1000 soldiers to guide and assist civilians in the uing bloodbath. Led by the man who stood his ground in the middle of the central square, Captain Sam Carter.


    "We lost 200 good men in thest round; we are looking at the same number to fill the rank. You will be briefed and trained" said the Captain with a booming voice.


    n could clearly see how the crowd''s faces slowly went nk with each word the Captain spoke.


    Who could me them? All previous games were yed predominantly by the military.


    After personally going through the hell that of the first round, survival was the first thing on their minds, and joining the army would mean heading first toward danger.


    Captain Carter remained calm despite the unenthusiastic and indifferent responses of the crowd before him. Only after letting the crowd die down, he continued his words.


    "If you are proven to be skilled, you will be provided with equipment of your choice."


    Thest sentence brought much interest. The Captain exined that all interested yers could visit the training ground to show their skills. Many yers seemed convinced by the Captain''s words, and seeing the positive response, he added.


    "Once the selection isplete and our ranks are filled, I will look forward to the cooperation of everyone here. This year we have a huge number of survivors, so there is a high chance we get through this all together."


    At that right moment, one man walked up the steps to the stairs with steady and unhurried steps.


    rmed by the unknown intruder, the soldiers present around the stairs swiftly aimed their weapons at the man who had just tightened a red bandana on his head.


    Seeing the red bandana, Captain Carter sighed and then signaled his men to hold their weapons and let the intruder speak.


    Under everyone''s eyes, the fierce-looking man in histe twenties turned towards the crowd and shouted while pointing at the Captain who was silently staring at him.


    "Dont be fooled by the government!! They swore to protect and serve, but instead abandoned us to the wolves, forcing us civilians to y this game!"


    The man then shook his head and continued, "No no! I will not trust them to lead us!" I will not trust the government that is allying with the aliens... If you really want to be freed from these invaders, join me, Marcus Wright, and the Blood Patriot instead!"


    As if practiced beforehand, a few dozen men in the crowd took out a red bandana from their sleeves, wore it with a sense of pride, and left the square unaffected by the looks they received from soldiers and other yers.


    Through all this, Captain Carter maintained his apathetic attitude. He let those people perform all their tricks before speaking again. His voice was normal, as if nothing had happened.


    "We have no right to force you to join us, but for all our sake, let''s not fight among each other."


    Soon after, another group walked toward the stairs; these people were wearing ck garbs. n recognized them instantly. They are part of the ck Sand, a famous global mercenary group.


    This particr group called themself ck Eagle. There were two dozen of them, and several were veteran yers. The one leading them was a famous veteran. A ck-haired Hispanic man with a ring scar on his face.


    He and his men walked through the crowd, arriving before Captain Carter, and said,


    "We the ck Sand will cooperate with the military. But¡­ we''d rather not join your ranks."


    "That''s.. alright, Mister Cachellos, I thank you for your cooperation," said Captain Carter, looking directly into the Hispanic man''s eyes.


    Hearing that, the Hispanic man who looked toward his men for a second, and with a sly smile decorating his face, said. "If we prove to be skilled, we''ll also get the reward right?"


    Sergeant Dn stepped forward when he heard that. He stared at the Cachellos and the ck Sand''s men with cold, hard eyes, saying, "We provide the equipment to help the beginners, not veterans, and certainly not for mercenaries."


    The man called Cachellos tilted his head to the side, looking at Captain Carter as he said, "Um¡­ I thought we were in this together, Captain." He continued his words with a smile, "In my humble opinion, these items will be put to better use by us¡ª Experts. Rather than to waste them on a bunch of amateurs."


    The Hispanic man didn''t even try to lower his voice as he said those words. And as a result, it naturally caused outrage among the masses. What''s more, Cachellos showed a nonchnt attitude over their displeasure, which aggravated them even more.


    Seeing the situation, Captain Carter quickly tried to calm the restless crowd with a wave of his hand and said, "I agree, whether you are army, mercenaries, or patriots. Veterans or beginners, prove your worth, and we will provide you with equipment of your choice."


    "Excellent, Captain!" said Cachellos with a massive smile on his face, causing many in the crowd to want to punch his face.


    With that, the ck Sand left just as quickly as they appeared.


    Now that the announcement was basically done, the gathered crowd also started to disperse to prepare themselves for the second round. As for n, he still stood in the central square, seemingly waiting for someone


    "What do we do now, Mister D?" asked Daniel, seeing n didn''t move.


    "Just wait.." he replied with a smirk.


    Soon enough, another group of men approached him, all American with particr looks and ents. A group of rednecks. They stopped in front of n with a man standing in front, ring at n.


    "Give My Baby M16 Back!!"

 Chapter 43 Red Necks

    <h4>Chapter 43 Red Necks</h4>


    As the half a dozen rednecks stood before n, annoyance painted their faces. n, however, remainedposed, greeting them with a friendly smile. "Hi! It''s good to see you''re all still alive," he said warmly.


    The group seemed to be a bunch of redneck brothers and cousins, with the veteran, Merle Rooker, leading the pack as the infamous Crimson Gunner.


    n knew Merle''s real name due to his notorious reputation in the game. The mid-thirties, bulky Caucasian hade with a specific demand ¨C the return of his precious assault rifle.


    "You make me lose 2000 points! Now give back my baby, or else!" Merle demanded with a toneced with irritation.


    Unfazed by the demand, n repeated casually, "Or else?"


    This response only served to further irk the Crimson Gunner. He clenched his fist tightly, struggling to control his anger. Despite the frustration, the yers knew that they couldn''t inflict harm on each other in this transit area, which limited Merle''s options.


    "Urgh!! I will find and hunt you down in the next round!" Merle threatened, his anger simmering.


    n remainedposed and replied, "You can try... but I am afraid you might end up wasting even more survival points next time."


    The mention of their previous encounter during thest game triggered memories in the Crimson Gunner''s mind. He recalled n''s confident demeanor and decisive actions, which seemed to threaten him at the time.


    "Who the fuck are you? You''re not a veteran... Are you mercenaries?" Merle questioned, trying to decipher n''s identity.


    "I am a school teacher," n replied casually, as if sharing an ordinary fact.


    The answer caught Merle off guard, and he wasn''t sure if he should believe it. The other standing nearby also appeared puzzled by n''s response.


    "Y''all messing with me! Huh!"


    The tension in the air was palpable as the Crimson Gunner''s anger reached its peak. Feeling mocked and provoked, he couldn''t contain himself any longer. With a loud shout, he threw a punch at n, attempting to settle the score. However, n''s keen reflexes allowed him to swiftly dodge the attack, and in a smooth move, he grabbed the man''s arm and expertly threw him to the ground. The Crimson Gunnernded with a thud, but no damage was inflicted due to the safe zone''s restrictions.


    [Impact! Throw 0 damage inflicted]


    Undeterred by his failed attempt, the Crimson Gunner quickly got back on his feet and brandished a massivebat knife, causing amotion that drew the attention of many nearby yers.


    n, maintaining his calmposure, calmly took out the crimson M16 and held it firmly. The sight of the rifle made the Crimson Gunner''s eyes light up with fury. "Give back my rifle!" he demanded, still seething with anger.


    "I got this gun fair and square from defeating you," n responded calmly.


    The Crimson Gunner''s face turned red with anger as n''s response reminded him of his previous defeat. Feeling the weight of humiliation, the man clenched his fists tightly, struggling to hold back his frustration. But before he could utter a word, n continued in his calm demeanor, "If you really want it so badly, I am willing to part with it for a simr value item."


    A superior weapon was a valuable asset, even among seasoned veterans, and the proposition only fueled his irritation. He couldn''t find a suitable reply, and it was in that moment that n revealed his true intention with a sly smile, "...or if you want... we can make a bet!"


    The offer caught the redneck off guard, leaving him perplexed. His anger momentarily subsided, reced by curiosity about what kind of bet n had in mind. Taking a deep breath, the Crimson Gunner asked, "What bet?"


    n held the Crimson M16 rifle close, his eyes locked onto the Crimson Gunner with a challenging glint. "Such an amazing rifle should be held by the one who can use it best, don''t you agree?" he remarked confidently.


    The Crimson Gunner, drawn in by the challenge, responded with enthusiasm, "Fuck yeah!"


    "Alright, we will prove ourselves in the training ground with a firearm test. The one who achieves a better rank wins the bet!" n outlined the terms briefly, leaving the Crimson Gunner stunned, unable to believe that a supposed beginner was daring to challenge him in a firearm test.


    The rednecks around them found the situation hrious and erupted intoughter, including the Crimson Gunner. "Hahahahaha! You''re a fool, a beginner who wishes to challenge me in a firearm test? Yes! What are we betting on?" he asked betweenughter.


    n''s voice remained steady as he proposed the stakes, "Easy! If you win, I will give back your rifle for free, but if I win, you will follow my orders in the next round!"


    The Crimson Gunner''sughter subsided, reced by a disdainful look. He hadn''t anticipated n''s audacious proposal and was now contemting the consequences of epting. "Huh! You want to bet an item with a promise, hahaha, you fool! What makes you think I will keep my promise?" he retorted, feeling confident in his ability to win.


    With a serious look, n calmly stated, "Although many people think you rednecks are stupid, I know you are, in fact, proud and honorable. I will take your word over any superior item anytime."


    The rednecks were taken aback by n''s words. This realization left them stunned, making the Crimson Gunner reconsider his response.


    "Whatever... you will never win anyway, fool teacher... I''ll take your bet!" the Crimson Gunner dered with newfound determination, determined not to back down from the challenge.


    "Alright, I will see you in the training ground at noon!" n replied with unwavering confidence.


    "Huh! Ok! Don''t make me wait!" the Crimson Gunner responded firmly before leaving with his group of rednecks. As they departed, the central square quieted down, and n couldn''t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the uing showdown.


    x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 44 Respite

    <h4>Chapter 44 Respite</h4>


    n''s spirited argument with the Crimson Gunner had caught the attention of a few onlookers, but as the situation quickly settled, they went back to their own business, leaving n standing in front of his small group - Daniel, Milo, Vicky, and Luis. They all looked at him expectantly, waiting for his next move.


    Feeling the weight of their anticipation, n let out a sigh, feeling torn between his list of tasks and their desire to spend time together. He finally spoke, "It''s a huge port, you are all free to do anything you want. There''s no need to hang around me, you know."


    Vicky, ever the lively one, quickly interrupted, "n, I''m sure everyone here is grateful for what you did in thest game. I suggest we celebrate with a drink and get to know each other better." She turned to the others and asked, "What do you all think?"


    "Agreed!" Luis and Milo chimed in enthusiastically.


    Milo didnt say a word but was willing to join for the asion.


    n, having other ns in mind, was prepared to politely decline the offer. However, before he could utter a word, Daniel interjected, excitement brimming in his eyes. "We''re going, right? Can we, Mr. D?" He pleaded with his teacher, hoping for a positive response.


    Caught off guard and feeling the weight of Daniel''s anticipation, n found himself conceding. "Alright, maybe just for an hour."


    "Let''s go!" Vicky eximed, leading the way with her characteristic enthusiasm.


    As they made their way to the bar, the group passed through the vibrant hub of the freeport. yers from all walks of life mingled, some excitedly discussing their strategies, while others traded rare items they had collected in the previous game rounds. The atmosphere was a mix of tension and excitement, knowing that the next round of the Apocalypse Game was looming.


    Vicky''s choice of the closest bar turned out to be a ssic establishment, reminiscent of those found in many ces across the United States. The bar''s rustic wooden exterior and neon sign gave it a weing feel, even in the midst of the virtual world.


    Upon entering, they found several other yers already upying the bar stools, nursing their virtual drinks. However, there was an unmistakable air of dread and despair surrounding this group. It was evident that these yers had juste out of a harrowing game round, and some might have even lost friends or allies along the way.


    Having yed the game for three years, n had witnessed this somber atmosphere numerous times before. Despite surviving the challenges, yers couldn''t escape the grim reality of the Apocalypse Game. The constant threat of danger and loss left its mark on everyone, including those who managed to make it through.


    For a moment, the sight of destion affected n''s group, making them hesitate before stepping inside. But Vicky, seemingly impervious to the gloomy atmosphere, walked in with confidence. She went straight to the bar and engaged in a lively conversation with the non-yer character bartender.


    "Five beers, please!" Vicky ordered with a smile, her energy and enthusiasm evident even in this gloomy environment.


    Still determined to lighten the mood, she strutted over to the jukebox and selected a catchy country-style song. The upbeat melody and familiar lyrics filled the bar, and Vicky began swaying to the rhythm, encouraging others to join in.


    True to her ability to uplift the spirits of those around her, more yers started to follow Vicky''s lead. The once solemn bar gradually transformed into a lively scene as people sang along and danced, if only virtually, to the music.


    The group found a cozy corner to sit in, away from the bustling crowd. As they sipped their virtual beers, they were pleasantly surprised by how realistic the experience felt. The taste, aroma, and even the after-effects of the virtual drink were strikingly close to the real thing.


    "Give us five more sses!" Vicky shouted excitedly, herughter echoing in the bar.


    The usual silent Milo said "Actually just four, one is enough for me"


    "Seriously a big guy like you!!"


    The group embraced the moment of respite, savoring the camaraderie and forgetting, for a while, the dangers that awaited them in the next round of the game. Each member sharing bits and pieces of their lives outside the game. Luis was the most talkative among them. Milo, as usual, remained a man of few words, but his subtle smiles and asional nods showed that he was enjoying the camaraderie.


    When it came to n''s turn, everyone''s attention shifted to him, intrigued to learn more about the enigmatic schoolteacher who had shown remarkable prowess in the game.


    Vicky, the ever-curious and friendly one, couldn''t resist teasing n a little. "So... school teacher, are you really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow yfully.


    To everyone''s surprise, Daniel was the one to answer eagerly, "Yes, Mr. D is my science teacher!"


    Vicky couldn''t help but smile even wider at this revtion. "You are an interesting man, n, or should I say, Mr. D?"


    However, despite Vicky''s charm and skill in drawing people out, n''s true background and reasons for ying the game remained elusive. His mysterious demeanor only added to the intrigue, leaving the group to wonder about the depths hidden beneath his calm exterior.


    As n got up to get another drink, Vicky''s curiosity about n''s true identity persisted, and she yfully prodded Daniel to share more about his teacher''s life.


    The group, expecting to uncover a thrilling secret or hidden identity, instead their hearts sank as they learned about n''s deceased wife and his role as a single father, raising a sick daughter on his own


    Luis, the Mexican man, was particrly moved by the emotional story. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn''t help but cry like a child.


    When n returned to the table, he noticed the change in their expressions and demeanor. The once yful atmosphere had shifted to one of somber understanding.


    "So, Mr. D, what are you going to do next?" Vicky asked.


    "I n to go shopping,"

 Chapter 45 Item Shop

    <h4>Chapter 45 Item Shop</h4>


    The group ventured to a bustling area within the port town, where four rows of colonial buildings converged. The intersection was swarming with hundreds of yers, all trying to make their way into the two crowded shops: onebeled [Item Shop] and the other [Skill Shop].


    These shops were one of the four identical ones avable in the port city. Even so, there were a total of over 4000 anxious survivors in this port town and the shop always was the one yer that came first.


    "Shopping, shopping!!" Vicky cheerfully shouted, her excitement infectious. With a radiant smile, the beautiful actress led the group toward the [Item Shop], and Luis eagerly followed suit. However, n held his step for a moment, whispering words to Daniel. The young man nodded in understanding before excusing himself from the group to attend to a different task.


    Vicky took notice, but her excitement overrode any curiosity she might have had about his actions, and she decided to enter the shop without further thought.


    The [Item Shop] had a charming colonial-style appearance with walls and floors made of old but sturdy wood. The interior was adorned with antique furniture, creating a nostalgic and inviting atmosphere. However, amidst the antique charm, modern panels stood out, apanied by beautiful and handsome NPCs, all arranged to assist yers with essing the shop and making their purchases.


    "Wee, yer! How may I assist you today?" greeted one of the NPCs as the group approached the shop''s panels.


    Eager to explore the shop''s offerings, they proceeded to touch the panel, causing a plethora of information to appear before their eyes.


    [Item Shop]


    [Weapons] [Body] [essories] [Consumables] [Others]


    An extensive list of items appeared before their eyes,plete with stats, prices, and visual representations.


    [Name/Item Rating/Price]


    [Weapons]


    [Baseball Bat / 10 / 300]


    [Machete / 15 / 600]


    [Fragmentation grenade / 20 / 800]


    [9mm M9 Beretta / 18 /1000]


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    [Body]


    [Fancy Suites / 4 / 100]


    [Leather Armor / 14 / 400]


    [Padded Armor / 18 / 600]


    [Spike Armor / 22 / 1000]


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    [essories]


    [Bandana / 4 / 200]


    [Boots / 6 / 300]


    [Poncho / 8 /400]


    [Football Helmet / 10 / 500]


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    [Consumables]


    [Sandwich / 100]


    [Beer / 100]


    [Army ration / 200]


    [Gauze bandage / 500]


    ####


    [Others]


    [shlight / 100]


    [9 mm bullets (10) / 100]


    [Gas Can / 100]


    [Lighter /100]


    The sheer variety of items tempted the yers, but n was aware that most of the items avable at this stage weremon and would soon be obsolete. Nevertheless, he decided to y it safe and purchased two sets of [Padded Armor].


    [Padded Armor] x 2: 1200 survival points


    [Type: Armor]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Defense +8]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 18]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: It might not lookfortable, but it could save your life]


    The [Padded Armor] was the one with the highest defense rating among the mon] items, and the fact that it didn''t impose any movement penalty made it an attractive choice for n. With his shopping list ready even before the game began, he confidently purchased two sets of [Padded Armor] - one for himself and one for Daniel, as part of their n.


    As n made his purchase, Vicky, Luis, and Milo observed him, Impressed by his decisiveness they decided to follow his lead and also bought the [Padded Armor] for themselves.


    Milo''s eyesnded on the [Steel Knuckle] in the [Weapons] section. The boxer seems to n to depend on his melee skills in the next round. He eagerly made the purchase, his excitement evident as he slipped the knuckles onto his hands and tested his punches in the air.


    n couldn''t help but feel tempted by the array of swords avable in the shop. However, he knew a way to acquire a better sword without spending any of his hard-earned survival points. He decided to hold back and trust his n.


    As the group thought n was done with his shopping, they were surprised when he enthusiastically ventured into the [Other] category and made some unusual purchases:


    [Padded Armor] x 2: 1200 survival points


    [Potato seed] x5: 500 survival points


    [Fertilizer]x 2: 200 survival points


    [Rake] x1: 100 survival points


    [Total purchase: 2000 survival points]


    [Survival points: 5760 > 3760]


    Confused by his choice of items, they asked, "What the hell are you nning this time, n?" With a knowing smile, he simply replied that he had a hunch these items might be needed in the next round. Although they were intrigued by his foresight, the rest of the group hesitated to spend their limited survival points based on a mere hunch.


    Considering the scarcity of survival points, Luis suggested selling some of their unused items to afford the purchases. However, n stepped in and warned against selling items to the shop, as it would only fetch them a quarter of their original buying price. He urged them not to sell unless absolutely necessary, especially when it came to food items.


    "Do not sell your foods"


    The group agreed and decided to proceed to the [Skill Shop].


    Before they left the ce, Daniel entered and approached n with a smile, a little surprised by how quickly he hadpleted his task. "That''s fast," nmented.


    "Haha, Mr. D, like I said, you can always count on me," Daniel replied with a grin.


    When n handed one of the [Padded Armors] to Daniel, the high school student gave a surprised number of 1200 survival points.


    As instructed by n, Daniel traded his [Winter Jacket] and n''s [Jumpers] to another yer just outside the shop. These items had be highly sought after due to the terrifying cold weather they had experienced earlier in the game. However, n know that there wouldn''t be any cold threat in the near future. So, he decided to sell them as quickly as possible to take advantage of the demand.


    Such an act might have seemed like exploiting other yers, and his old self would have hesitated to engage in such behavior. But the new n had learned some harsh lessons in the game. Many of these yers wouldn''t make it to the end of the Apocalypse game, hence their survival points might be better used for him.

 Chapter 46 Skill Shop

    <h4>Chapter 46 Skill Shop</h4>


    "Here we are! Skill shop!!" Vicky eximed with excitement as the group entered the next building, which was just adjacent to the item shop. Simr to the previous shop, a crowd had gathered around the panel, eager to explore the avable skills.


    As the panel activated, aprehensive list of skills appeared, categorized into two sections: [main skills] and [active skills]. n noted that, like the item shop, the port town only offeredmon skills for purchase, at least for now.


    [Main skill - Common]


    [Sword weapon] [Dagger weapon] [Spear weapon] [Axe weapon] [Blunt Weapon] [Bow weapon] [Throwing weapon] [Hand to Hand] [Small Firearm] [Medium Firearm] [Big Firearm]


    The cost of the skills varied based on their level:


    [Basic Level: 500 survival points]


    [Advanced Level: F rank / 500 survival points]


    [Expert Level: E rank reward / 500 survival points]


    Using their [Game Link] yers had the freedom to upgrade their skills at any time, but in the shop, they could purchase the basic version of the skill.


    Seeing the list of skills, Vicky once again approached n and yfully said, "Please, Mr. Teacher, teach us which skill to choose."


    n, aware of the gravity of their decisions in this dangerous game, was reluctant to make choices on their behalf. Instead, he offered them general advice to help guide their decisions:


    First, n advised that it was better to focus on mastering one or two skills rather than spreading themselves thin and trying to learn too many. Bing a "Jack of all trades" might seem appealing, but in "Apocalypse Game" it could be a luxury that led to fatal consequences. Ideally, each yer should aim to be proficient in one closebat and one long-rangebat skill to cover different scenarios.


    Second, n pointed out that yers should consider their real-life familiarity with the chosen skills. In this game, skills might be more effective if they reflected the yers'' actual abilities or experiences in the real world. Having real-life knowledge could potentially enhance their performance in the game.


    Third, While some yers might be tempted to save their survival points and hope to acquire skills for free through continuous in-game actions, like n [First Aid skill], he suggested a more proactive approach. He reminded them that time was of the essence in a deadly game like this. It was better to invest in the basic skills they needed right away to start their training and preparation.


    Lastly, n emphasized the significance of active skills in making a difference in the game. These active skills had tangible effects duringbat and could give yers a significant advantage. However, he cautioned that to ess active skills, yers needed to reach the expert level in their main skill.


    As n essed the panel, he saw the Active skill options he could buy from his three expert-level skills [Small Firearm], [Sword Weapon], and [Sneak].


    [Small Firearm]


    [Steady Hand]: Gain enhanced uracy and reduced recoil when firing small firearms.


    [Eagle Eye]: Able to aim distance target and shoot without penalty


    [Rapid Fire]: The ability to shoot faster, without affecting uracy


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    [Sword Weapon]


    [Swift de]: Improve attack speed and dexterity with swords, enabling faster and more fluid movements.


    [Power Strike]: Increase attack power on each swing when using a sword weapon.


    [Lunge Strike]: Ability that allows the yer to close the distance between them and their opponent quickly.


    ####


    [Sneak]


    [Concealment]: Enhance the skill of hiding in shadows and staying undetected while remaining still.


    [Escape]: Increase movement speed in times of danger.


    #####


    Each of these active skills had a [Skill duration: 30 seconds] and a [Cooldown: 10 minutes]. They came at a cost of [E rank reward/500].


    When reaching the expert level each yer should receive one random active skill for free. However, much to his disappointment, his "Rebirth" got him two expert skills but none of the active skills at all.


    Understanding the importance of active skills, he decided not to hesitate and made the purchase as nned. He chose to acquire the following active skills: [Eagle Eye], [Lunge Strike], [Power Strike], and [Concealment].


    [2000 survival points, 4 x E rank Reward]


    As he only had one E-rank reward with him, n decided to utilize a function of the game that allowed yers to break apart a higher-ranked reward into several lower-ranked ones.


    [You are breaking 1x D rank reward to 3x E rank reward, confirm?]


    "Yes,"


    [Purchasepleted]


    [Survival points: 4960 > 2960]


    [ F Rank reward x1, D Rank reward x 2]


    After finishing his own purchases, n observed hispanions as they made their selections from the skill shop.


    Milo, being the one in the party with expert skills, also decided to purchase one active skill, [Footwork Mastery], to increase his speed and agility during hand-to-handbat. Recognizing the importance of having a long-range option, he also bought [Medium Firearm] to bnce hisbat capabilities.


    Luis, the Mexican man, was excited to follow Milo''s lead and chose [Medium Firearm] as well, but his reason was more for the sake of looking cool. He envisioned himself as a real gangster in the virtual world, wielding a firearm with style and confidence.


    Daniel thought strategically about his choices. He opted to purchase the [Spear Weapon], a versatile medium-range weapon that could be used effectively in both offense and defense. As a yer who liked to maintain distance from opponents, the spear provided an ideal option for him. Additionally, he invested in [Small Firearm], which could serve as a backup weapon when enemies got too close or for situations that required quick precision shots.


    Vicky, the charming actress, couldn''t contain her excitement as she giggled and teased, "A skill that I know in real life, right!" Her enthusiasm was contagious as she confidently selected [Small Firearm] and [Sword Weapon]. She exined that she had experience using these weapons in her past movie roles.


    However, when she was ready to make the purchase, she was stunned in shock. "Is this price right!?" Shepared it to the other panel and found her price to be cheaper. In excitement, she said, "A discount, really?!"


    [Basic Level: 500 > 300]


    [Advanced Level: F rank reward / 500 > 500]


    [Expert Level: E rank reward / 500 > F rank /500]


    Amidst the confusion, n quickly deciphered the reason behind Vicky''s lower skill prices. Her unique skill, [Gifted], granted her the ability to learn skills more easily, resulting in reduced costs for purchasing and upgrading skills. It was an incredible advantage that could prove to be invaluable in theter stages of the game.


    Upon realizing the significance of her unique skill, Vicky''s eyes gleamed with excitement. With a yful grin, the girl responds by purchasing more skills. [Hand to Hand] [Medium Firearm] [Big Firearm] "It''s on sale so... a girl must stay true to her principle"


    She even gets to upgrade her [Sword weapon] and [Small Firearm] to expert and get herself a free active skill [Swift de] and [Steady Hands], spending a total of [3500 survival points, 2x F rank Reward]


    She would have bought more if her points and rank reward didnt just run dry.

 Chapter 47 Job Class

    <h4>Chapter 47 Job ss</h4>


    The group had spent a considerable number of survival points and rank rewards during their visit to the two shops. However, there was one more important ce they needed to visit, one that n had previously reminded Milo and Daniel about it.


    As the trio made their way toward the building on the opposite corner, Vicky couldn''t help but express her excitement, eximing, "Ooo, you are ready to get a job ss!! Aaa, so envious!"


    Upon reaching the entrance of the building, they were greeted by a beautiful NPC. Her warm smile added to the sense of anticipation as she weed them, saying, "Good afternoon, yers. Are you here to acquire your first job? You may enter if you have reached level 10."


    Reaching level 10 was no easy feat, as it required gathering a total of at least 7,000 EXP. n estimated that less than 10% of all yers in the game were able to achieve this milestone, while the veterans most likely already got their job sses in their previous game.


    Among the group of five, not everyone had managed to reach level 10


    [n D Angello - Level 12: 9260/10000]


    [Milo Tagliano - Level 10: 7950/8000]


    [Daniel Judge - Level 10: 7120/8000]


    [Victoria Collins - Level 8: 5650/6000]


    [Luis Pena - Level 7: 4810/5000]


    While Victoria and Luis had received more bonuses for their efforts in saving civilians during missions, their experience points were still notparable to what n, Daniel, and Milo had earned frompleting extra bonus missions.


    Victoria had received a significant XP boost from her involvement in killing the Alpha wolf, but it still wasn''t enough for her to reach level 10. She could only sulk outside the building, yfully remarking, "Don''t be too long, okay? It''s not nice to let a girl wait."


    As they entered the building, what waiting for them was high ceilings rooms that reminded them of a cathedral, there were six statues immediately caught their attention. Each of them represented the six acquirable basic jobs:


    Warrior, Knight, Rogue, Soldier, Schr, and Acolyte


    Standing before the six statues representing the different job sses, n took a moment to study them before sharing a brief exnation with his twopanions.


    [Job Name: Warrior]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Strength + 2, Endurance + 1]


    [Active Skill: Warrior Spirit]


    [Increases Attack by 30% for ten minutes]


    [Cooldown: 30 minutes]


    [Prerequisites: Strength E]


    [D reward + 1500 Survival Points]


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    [Job Name: Rogue]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Agility + 2, Perception + 1]


    [Active Skill: Rogue Spirit]


    [Increases Speed by 30% for ten minutes]


    [Cooldown: 30 minutes]


    [Prerequisites: Agility E]


    [D reward + 1500 Survival Points]


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    [Job Name: Knight]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Endurance + 2, Strength + 1]


    [Active Skill: Knight''s Spirit]


    [Increases HP and Defense by 20% for ten minutes]


    [Cooldown: 30 minutes]


    [Prerequisites: Endurance E]


    [D reward + 1500 Survival Points]


    #####


    [Job Name: Soldier]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Perception + 2, Agility + 1]


    [Active Skill: Soldier Spirit]


    [Increases uracy and range by 20% for ten minutes]


    [Cooldown: 30 minutes]


    [Prerequisites: Perception E]


    [D reward + 1500 Survival Points]


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    [Job Name: Schr]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Intelligence + 2, Spirit + 1]


    [Passive Skill: Schr Spirit]


    [Increases Stamina regeneration by 20%]


    [Prerequisites: Intelligence E]


    [D reward + 1500 Survival Points]


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    [Job Name: Acolyte]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Spirit + 2, Intelligence + 1]


    [Passive Skill: Acolyte Spirit]


    [Increases Mana regeneration by 20%]


    [Prerequisites: Spirit E]


    [D reward + 1500 Survival Points]


    yers had the opportunity to acquire a job ss at levels 10, 30, 60, and 90. At these points, they could either upgrade their current job ss to an advanced one or choose apletely new ss as their second one.


    "So, what do you two think? Which one will you choose?" n asked, turning to Daniel and Milo.


    Daniel''s natural speed and affinity for powerful throws made the [Rogue] ss, which boosted agility and perception, an obvious choice for him. With enthusiasm, he selected it as his first ss, eager to unleash his potential on the battlefield.


    Milo, on the other hand, found himself torn between the [Warrior] and [Knight] sses. Both sses appealed to his desire for strength and speed. However, after listening to n''s detailed exnation of the advanced job ss [Martial Artist], which perfectlyplemented his fighting style, Milo ultimately decided to embark on the [Warrior] path, determined to be a formidablebatant.


    As for n, he pondered his options carefully. In his previous life, he had taken the [Knight] ss first for its defensive capabilities, which had given him a higher chance of survival. Later, at level 30, he had chosen the [Acolyte] ss, knowing it could be upgraded into powerful advanced sses like [Light Magician] or [Dark Magician]. The pinnacle of his achievements hade at level 90 when he unlocked the rare and powerful [Psionic Knight] ss bybining both [Knight] and [Light Magician].


    It would actually be beneficial for n to choose a ss that he was familiar with. However, after weeks of contemtion, he found his mind fixated on a different job ss, one that he believed would be crucial to his sess in the game.


    With unwavering determination, n dered his choice.


    "I choose the Schr Job ss," he announced confidently.


    Despite the confusion that filled the air as everyone tried to grasp why n had chosen such an umon ss, one that almost none of the other yers chose, n maintained his calm andposed demeanor, he had a strong reason for his decision.


    The beautiful NPC instructed them to stand on individual tforms, and once inside, a notification appeared on n''s bracelet.


    The tform began to shine brightly, and an electrifying sensation coursed through his body. Momentster, another notification appeared.


    [Congrattions, You are now a Schr]


    [Intelligence: D] +2 [D > D+ > C-]


    [Spirit: F-] +1 [F- > F]


    [You learned a new Passive skill - Schr Spirit]


    n''s resolve remained unshaken as he weed his new path. "It''s noon already; let''s head to the training ground," he said, eager to explore the capabilities of his new job ss


    The group proceeded to the training ground, ready to hone their skills and face the challenges thaty ahead in the game.

 Chapter 48 Training Ground

    <h4>Chapter 48 Training Ground</h4>


    The training ground was situated at a corner of Port Town. It served as a crucial facility for yers to hone their skills and prepare for the challenges thaty ahead in the game.


    It was thoughtfully divided into two distinct sections. The first part was an indoor hall designed for close-quarterbat. The second part was an expansive outdoor area dedicated to long-rangebat.


    As n made his way toward the outdoorpound, he was met with a familiar sight. The training ground was abuzz with activity, as it appeared to have been temporarily taken over by the US military. Numerous uniformed soldiers were utilizing the facilities, honing theirbat skills in preparation for the game. Alongside their training, the military had also set up a recruitment tent, eager to scout talented individuals among the yermunity to fill up their ranks.


    Noticing a familiar presence, n turned his attention to the entrance of the outdoorpound. There stood the redneck group, led by Merle the Crimson Gunner.


    "I thought y''all chickened out already!" Merle quipped, brimming with self-assurance.


    Unperturbed by Merle''s antics, n calmly replied, "I''m here; we can start now."


    "Alright! I can''t wait to beat your sorry ass!!" Merle retorted, hispetitive spirit evident.


    His group of five redneckpanions eagerly echoed Merle''s enthusiasm, excited to participate in the training session. On the other hand, n''s group seemed a bit hesitant, as theycked experience with firearms. However, n encouraged them to give it a try, reminding them that every attempt would provide valuable practice. He emphasized that even if they didn''t achieve high scores, the experience gained would be beneficial in the long run. Besides, reaching certain ranks could potentially earn them useful rewards.


    Feeling motivated by n''s encouraging words, his group decided to take on the challenge.


    With Merle confidently leading the way, the group approached a camp where an NPC yer, modeled to resemble a female officer, awaited their registration.


    "Wee to the training ground. Are you here to test your long-rangebat abilities?" the NPC inquired politely.


    Merle replied with a nod, "Yes, we are."


    Without further ado, the NPC presented them with the details of the training mission. As the information appeared on their [Game link], excitement filled the air.


    [You have joined the training mission]


    [Mission One - Target practice]


    [Mission Two - Obstacles]


    [Reach a high enough total score to get a reward]


    [1000 score - A Rank - 1000 Xp, 1000 survival points]


    [900 score - B Rank - 500 Xp, 500 survival points]


    [800 score - C Rank - 300 Xp, 300 survival points]


    It was akin to a mini-quest, allowing yers to umte rewards based on their performance. The beauty of this training mission was that it could be repeated multiple times during their stay in Port Town, motivating yers to continuously improve their skills in preparation for future rounds.


    After epting the mission, the NPC guided them towards a panel where they could select their weapons for the training. Given the nature of the test, yers were not allowed to use their custom-made or preferred weapons, such as the golden M16 that had been wagered in their bet with the redneck group.


    Instead, the training ground offered a variety of rifles that were specifically designed for such testing scenarios. The weapons were categorized into three types: Sniper Rifles, Shotguns, and Automatic Rifles.


    Considering the requirements of the training, most yers opted for the Automatic Rifles, as they allowed for rapid and sustained fire, crucial for reaching high scores during the obstacle challenges.


    [Medium Firearm - M16]


    [Medium Firearm - AK 47]


    [Medium Firearm - G36]


    [Medium Firearm - Steyr AUG]


    [Medium Firearm - SCAR]


    The array of medium firearms disyed on the panel presented yers with several popr choices, each with its unique advantages. Merle wasted no time in selecting his favorite choice, the M16. While most other yers were suggested to utilize the Austrian-made Steyr AUG due to its superior uracy, despite itsck of poprity in actualbat situations where damage output was critical.


    n, however, had a different n in mind. As everyone else took their rifles, he decided to venture into uncharted territory and shifted the panel to the [Small weapon] category and choose from the list of handguns.


    [Small Firearm - M9 Baretta]


    [Small Firearm - Glock 7]


    [Small Firearm - Magnum 44]


    [Small Firearm - Colt 1911]


    [Small Firearm - 38 Revolver]


    His eyes carefully scanned the options before settling on the [Colt 1911]. It was the handgun with the longest barrel, one with the best uracy and range among the others.


    n''s unconventional choice drew surprised nces from hispanions andughter from the redneck group, who couldn''t fathom why he would opt for a handgun in a long-range training mission.


    "You are insane!! It''s your loss!!" taunted one of the rednecks, unable to contain his amusement.


    n ignore the man and walked towards the shooting range. As soon as he took his ce, amotion could be heard from the seats of participants and spectators alike. From their voices, it was clear themotion was caused by the famous name that had just appeared in the field, ''Merle Rooker''. "That''s a veteran! He''s the Crimson Gunner!"


    The title ''veteran'' held great significance in the game. It symbolized seasoned yers who had demonstrated exceptional skill and prowess during previous game iterations. As a result, the Crimson Gunner''s presence added an extrayer of anticipation and tension to the already exciting training ground.


    As the word spread among the spectators about the presence of the Crimson Gunner, murmurs of recognition and admiration echoed through the training ground. Many yers had seen the Crimson Gunner''s impressive skills in action during the previous year''s game, and his reputation preceded him.


    "Wow, to be in a group with the Crimson Gunner, that''s some bad luck!" eximed a spectator, expressing the sentiment shared by many around him.


    Merle approached n with a small, cocky smile, clearly reveling in the attention he was receiving. "Know what kind of man you''re dealing with now?!" he boasted.

 Chapter 49 Shooting Test

    <h4>Chapter 49 Shooting Test</h4>


    The air was filled with the sounds of gunshots, cheers, and excited chatter. The facility was designed to amodate multiple batches at the same time, with 20 yers in each batch. n and his group of five, along with Merle and his group of six, were all part of the same batch, which added to the intensity of thepetition.


    As the first mission, target practice,menced, the participants eagerly prepared themselves. The challenge was divided into three categories: close-range moving target, 100 meters, and 300 meters. Each yer was given 10 shots to showcase their marksmanship, and their scores would be determined based on their uracy. A hit target earned them 10 points, while a bullseye scored 20 points. However, any missed target would not count toward their score.


    With the signal from the overseeing NPC, the virtual targets resembling moving enemybatants appeared in thenes. The close-range moving target challenge was designed to test speed, uracy, and agility, making it an ideal category for n. His [Small Weapon (Expert)] skill, bestowed him with a 50% increase in effectiveness when using handguns, which includes both damage and uracy.


    n''s confidence was evident as he skillfully took aim and fired his 10 shots, each hitting the bullseye with precision.


    [10 x 20 scores = 200 scores]


    His wless performance drew the attention of his opponent, Merle, who acknowledged the impressive disy, saying, "Not bad for a school teacher!" It became apparent that Merle was no ordinary yer; he too achieved the same perfect score.


    The redneck group, known for their gun enthusiast nature, also demonstrated their shooting prowess, with an average score of 140. However, n''spanions didn''t fare as well as they had hoped:


    Milo - 100 scores


    Daniel - 90 scores


    Luis - 70 scores


    Vicky - 110 scores


    Vicky, the beautiful actress, was disappointed with her performance and yfullyined to n, "You should have told me¡­ I would have used a handgun too, you know."


    n responded with a knowing smile, recognizing that the handgun would prove to be a disadvantage in the uing rounds. Meanwhile, Merle, the Crimson Gunner, observed the proceedings from a distance, eagerly anticipating n''s potential failure.


    The second phase of the target practice challenge was the 100 meters test, a range that pushed the limits of normal human eyesight and was also the maximum firing range for handguns. Even for rifles with a much further range, precise aiming was essential to achieve good results. Every participant was fully focused on the targets, except for Merle, who confidently fired his shots without hesitation.


    Tar! Tar! Tar!


    Merle''s shots were precise, hitting 8 bullseyes and 2 normal hits, earning him a total of 180 scores.


    "Now show me what you can do, teacher," he taunted, eager to see if n could match his performance.


    n remained calm andposed as he aimed at the target. Before he started shooting, he activated his active skill, [Eagle Eye]:


    [Increase 100% sight on small weapon targets for one minute] [Cooldown: 10 minutes]


    With his skill active, n''s perception and aiming abilities were greatly enhanced. He began firing his shots with confidence and precision.


    Tar! Tar! Tar!


    In just 10 shots, n scored 9 bullseyes and one normal hit, totaling 190 points.


    The result was enough to irritate the Crimson Gunner, who couldn''t believe that he had scored lower than a mere school teacher. At the same time, n''s outstanding performance boosted the confidence of hispanions, allowing them to achieve a slight increase in their scores.


    The tension in the air was palpable, and the normally noisy audience fell silent in astonishment. No one had expected that someone would be able to match the famous Crimson Gunner''s skill. Whispers and murmurs filled the training ground as people wondered,


    As the audience pondered the identity of this exceptional yer, n''s name became a topic of interest among the spectators.


    n''s disy of marksmanship had certainly made him stand out in the crowd. As the rounds progressed, more and more people paid attention to the group he was in, curious to see how far he could go.


    The challenge had turned into a thrilling spectacle, and the once overconfident Crimson Gunner was now more determined than ever to prove himself superior.


    The final challenge of the target practice was to shoot at targets ced at a distance of 300 meters, a range that exceeded the effective firing range of handguns and even pushed the limits for rifles. Merle, once again, exuded confidence as he prepared to take his shots. He activated his [Soldier Spirit] skill to boost his range and uracy, and with focused precision, he managed to hit 5 bullseyes, 4 hits, and one miss, earning a total of 140 scores.


    "Let''s see what magic you can conjure this time!" Merle taunted n, curious to witness his performance at such a challenging distance.


    Unlike the previous rounds, n didn''t have any new tricks up his sleeve. Instead, he patiently waited for his [Eagle Eye] skill toe off cooldown. With the skill active, n aimed carefully and fired his shots at the distant targets.


    Tar! Tar! Tar!


    This time, n scored only 5 hits, and one of them happened to be a lucky bullseye, resulting in one of the lowest scores among the batch,parable to Luis.


    Despite this, n''sbined performance throughout the target practice challenges still earned him the second-ce position in the batch:


    [Rank 1 - Merle Rook - 520 scores]


    [Rank 2 - n D Angello - 450 scores]


    As the excitingpetitions came to an end, the audience erupted into cheers, impressed by the disy of shooting skills they had witnessed. However, in contrast to the enthusiastic crowd, the Crimson Gunner wore a condescending expression on his face as he looked at his opponent.


    He couldn''t hide his arrogance as he remarked, "Is there any point in doing the next test?!"


    #####


    The training ground was teeming with participants, and there were hundreds of yers present, all with the same goal in mind¡ªto test their skills and earn valuable mission rewards. The atmosphere was electric, with excitement and tension hanging in the air.


    Among the batches of yers, the appearance of the Crimson Gunner''s name drew most of the attention. Almost all the spectators gravitated towards the group n was in, eager to witness the showdown between the renowned veteran and the mysterious, skilled sharpshooter.


    "Anyone here know the other guy?" a curious onlooker inquired, trying to gather information about n.


    "I thought he was a beginner, but he actually matched the Crimson Gunner!!" another person eximed, amazed at the surprising performance.


    "Any civilian could pay their way to train in any shooting ground though, but I''m pretty sure he''s going to suffer in the obstacle test," someone spected, not fully convinced of n''s abilities.


    "That''s right!" agreed another spectator, unsure about what to expect from the unknownpetitor.


    Whispers and spections spread through the crowd as they looked at Merle and n''s scores from the target practice challenges. Some were doubtful of n''s true skill level, while others were genuinely impressed and intrigued by the unexpectedpetition he brought to the table.


    Amidst the buzzing chatter, n''s calm andposed demeanor caught the attention of a few observant individuals. They noticed how he remained unfazed by the pressure and the presence of the Crimson Gunner, which only added to the mystery surrounding him.


    As the anticipation grew, more and more people gathered to watch the uing obstacle test. They were eager to witness whether n could maintain hispetitive edge and prove himself against the veteran. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, and all eyes were fixed on the starting line, waiting for the challenge to begin.


    The obstacle test required yers to showcase not only their shooting uracy but also their speed, strength, and ability to handle pressure in a high-stress environment. The course involved running three kilometers up and down the hill, carrying a weighted bag, before charging toward a designated area where they would navigate through obstacles, including barricades, and engage in shooting multiple short and long-distance targets.


    As n and Merle approached the starting line, a palpable tension filled the air. Spectators and participants alike were eager to witness this intense face-off between the Crimson Gunner and the enigmatic neer.


    With a confident and taunting smirk, Merle bumped n on the shoulder. "I''ll go first. Let me show you how it''s done," he said with a hint of superiority in his voice.

 Chapter 50 Stress Test

    <h4>Chapter 50 Stress Test</h4>


    The training ground was abuzz with excitement as the famous Crimson Gunner, Merle Rooker, stepped up to take on the obstacle challenge.


    With a confident smirk, Merle positioned himself at the starting line, ready to showcase his prowess. As the signal was given, he sprang into action. His high agility allowed him to dash through the course with remarkable speed, his movements fluid and precise. With each stride, he covered ground effortlessly, making quick work of the three-kilometer run on the hilly terrain.


    Scaling the hill presented no challenge for the veteran yer, as he utilized his enhanced strength to bound up the incline without breaking a sweat. The onlookers were captivated as Merle smoothly tackled the various obstacles in his path, leaping over barriers and ducking under barricades with incredible ease. He seemed like a force of nature, moving with such grace that it almost appeared as if he was dancing through the course.


    As Merle approached the shooting section of the challenge, he handled the M16 in his hand like an extension of his body. His enhanced perceptions allowed him to quickly line up the shots, and the targets fell one after another under the precise fire of his assault rifle. Out of the 30 targets, he fiercely hit 26 of them, a feat that left the spectators in awe.


    With a final burst of speed, Merle reached the finish line,pleting the entire test in just 10 minutes and 55 seconds. The crowd erupted into cheers, witnessing a performance that surpassed all expectations. It was a new record, breaking the previous best time; 12 minutes with 24 target hits.


    Despite his incredible speed, Merle''s uracy had not suffered. Only four bullets narrowly missed their targets, showcasing his exceptional marksmanship even under such demanding conditions. With a total score of 510 for this round, Merle''sbined score now reached an impressive 1020 points, securing him a Rank A pass.


    The spectators were still in shock at the astonishing disy of skill they had just witnessed. The previous record was already a testament to Merle''s abilities, but now he had outdone himself. Even the Crimson Gunner himself was ted by the achievement, a wide grin of satisfaction on his face.


    The news of Merle''s extraordinary performance spread like wildfire throughout the facility. yers and onlookers alike were in awe of the Crimson Gunner''s disy of mastery. Whispers filled the air as they marveled at his agility, strength, and precision.


    "He''s a true legend!"


    "I can''t believe what I just saw! That was incredible!"


    "This record is unbeatable!"


    The training ground had witnessed something extraordinary, and the name of Merle Rooker, the Crimson Gunner, would be etched into the annals of the game''s history.


    As Merle basked in his triumphant moment, he approached n with an air of pride and confidence. He extended his hand toward n, requesting the return of his prized Baby M16. However, n''s response was far from what Merle expected.


    "Not just yet," n replied with a perfunctory smile. The crimson gunner''s expression faltered, puzzled by n''s response. His prideful demeanor wavered as he tried to make sense of the situation.


    With the NPC announcing n''s turn to start, he wasted no time in action. In a swift motion, n dashed forward with an incredible burst of speed that stunned both Merle and the watching crowd. For a moment, the training ground fell into silence, as everyone''s preconceived notions about the supposed "school teacher" were shattered.


    The spectators had expected a novice, someone who would struggle through the obstacle course and target shooting. Instead, they were witnessing an incredible disy of athleticism and skill. The speed with which n traversed the course left them in awe.


    As n continued his remarkable performance, it became evident that his D rank Agility was no hindrance at all. In fact, it gave him a level of flexibility and speed that could match a veteran. He smoothly dashed through the forest, swiftly navigating past the obstacles with ease.


    Despite the weight on his back, n''s agility allowed him to maintain a remarkable pace. His movements were precise and efficient, showing no signs of strain. While others struggled with the physical demands of the test, n seemed to glide effortlessly through each challenge.


    In the game, enhanced attributes were certainly advantageous, but as the crowd witnessed, experience was the true differentiator. n''s countless hours of training and practice in this very ce in his past life gave him an unparalleled advantage. It was like a teenager driving a Ferrari - raw potential could only take you so far without the skill and experience to back it up.


    n knew the training ground like the back of his hand. He had memorized theyout, the obstacles, and every strategic detail. He even knew the best shortcuts and tricks to save precious seconds.


    Around six minutes into the test, n made a daring move. He suddenly jumped from a huge fallen tree trunk, using his agility to bnce himself as he slid down the hill. This unexpected shortcut allowed him to gain a significant advantage,ing out of the forest nearly half a minute faster than the Crimson Gunner.


    The spectators, including Merle''s redneck group, were left in awe and disbelief. n''s daring maneuver had caught everyone off guard, and the shock on their faces was evident.


    But n''s trickery didn''t end there. The obstacle test was designed to be a stress test, challenging participants physically and mentally. Thebination of running, jumping, and carrying the weight took its toll on the stamina levels of normal yers. It was a true test of endurance and perseverance.


    Yet, n seemed unaffected by the strain. While others began to tire and slow down, he continued with the same agility and speed as before. His Schr job ss passive stamina boost of 20% yed a significant role in helping him maintain his performance.


    The strenuous obstacle test took its toll on even the seasoned veteran, Merle. His low stamina hindered his performance. He previously had to take a few seconds to catch his breath, but even then, he still had four bullets that missed their targets.


    In contrast, n showed no signs of slowing down, maintaining his speed and uracy throughout the entire challenge. With his enhanced stamina, n continued to dash through the obstacles effortlessly while firing his [1911 Colt] with remarkable precision.


    n''s experience and familiarity with the weapon yed a crucial role in his sess. He knew the 1911 inside and out, understanding its bnce, drawback, and other factors that affected his performance. He rapidly fired bullets with impable uracy, he didn''t even need to nce at some of his targets. Each shot hit its mark with deadly precision.


    Tar! Tar! Tar! Tar! Tar!


    With every shot fired, the crowd held their breath in anticipation. It was a mesmerizing sight to behold as n cleared the challenge with only one missed shot and a staggering 40 seconds faster than the Crimson Gunner''s time.


    The NPC overseeing the challenge announced the result with excitement evident in his voice, "10 minutes and 15 seconds! it''s a 580 score!!, A new record!!"


    The whole atmosphere was electrifying, and the excitement was palpable. n''s achievement was unprecedented, and he had surpassed the famous Crimson Gunner with flying colors.


    As the screen disyed the scores, it became official:


    [Rank 1 - n D Angello - 1030 score]


    [Rank 2 - Merle Rooker - 1020 score]


    Merle, the Crimson Gunner, was still frozen in ce, his jaw dropped in astonishment. He couldn''t believe that a seemingly inexperienced yer had aplished it.


    ######


    Loud cheers andmotion were heard from the training ground reaching up to the US militarymand center and heard by the Captain in charge.


    "Why suchmotion! Sergeant O''Connor, go check it out, will you?"


    "Yes, Sir!" Said the African American sergeant as he walked out of the camp and inquired about the matter.


    As he arrived at the scene, he saw the excited crowd, still celebrating the astonishing record set by n D Angello, the high school teacher.


    The sergeant couldn''t believe what he was witnessing. He knew the reputation of the Crimson Gunner and the difficulty of the obstacle challenge. A score of 580 points was unheard of, and it seemed impossible for someone with no military background to achieve such a feat.


    "Is he really not a veteran?!" he asked the private station in the area, trying to grasp the reality of the situation.


    The private quickly checked the data and confirmed, "No, sir, I have his data here. n D Angello, 27 years old,st known upation, high school teacher. He doesn''t have any military background."


    The sergeant shook his head in awe and disbelief. He had seen many skilled soldiers and veterans attempt the obstacle challenge, but none hade close to this remarkable score.


    However, despite his initial skepticism, he knew that the data didn''t lie. The sergeant realized that he needed to find out more about this mysterious individual who had defied all expectations.

 Chapter 51 Offers

    <h4>Chapter 51 Offers</h4>


    After passing the challenging A rank scores, n''s game link notified him of his rewards: 1000 XP and 1000 survival points. With a sense of aplishment, he observed the numbers on his interface and noticed that he had also leveled up.


    [Level 13: 10260/11000]


    Each gain brought him closer to his overarching n, and he couldn''t help but feel a surge of satisfaction.


    Before he could fully revel in his sess, n casually approached the still-shocked Crimson Gunner, Merle Rooker, who seemed to be grappling with mixed emotions. Half impressed and half infuriated by what n had achieved, the veteran redneck couldn''t quite process the turn of events.


    "There''s nothing to be embarrassed about, your score is still amazing," n said.


    However, the atmosphere changed when one of Merle''spanions shouted.


    "That man must be cheating! Brother!"


    "Yes Uncle Merle, let''s just kick his ass until he shows his trick!"


    In response to the uproar, Merle shouted, "SHUT IT! Quiet, yabbing fools!" He tried to regain control of the situation and put an end to the usations.


    The Crimson Gunner took a deep breath before ring at n and saying, "A bet is a bet! One round! I will follow you for one round! But I will not risk my life for you!"


    "Understood, I will brief you on what to do before the game starts." He further assured Merle that if he fulfilled his end of the bargain, n would return his precious rifle to him.


    However, the irritation still lingered in Merle''s demeanor as he called upon his group and left to cool down with a drink in the nearest pub.


    While n waited for the results of the other participants, a familiar figure approached him. It was an African American man d in a military uniform, exuding a steady and confident aura.


    n recognized him immediately; it was none other than Sergeant Dn O''Connor, his best friend from before his regression.


    "You are the one called n?" The man''s voice was firm yet friendly as he introduced himself and his rank.


    n was taken aback by the sudden appearance of his old friend. Thest time he saw Dn was during the harrowing events that led to his regression¡ªbeing torn apart by a massive bug. Seeing his once-missing-in-actionrade alive and strong in front of him, n couldn''t help but break into a smile.


    "Anything I can help you with Sergent?" n asked


    The Sergeant came with a purpose¡ªone that n had anticipated. He was there to recruit him to fill one of the 200 empty spots within the military battalion. He believed that someone with n''s exceptional abilities would be a valuable addition to their rank. Dn expressed his optimism, emphasizing that joining the military could increase their chances of survival and possibly bring an end to the brutal game they were trapped in.


    n''s smile persisted as he fondly remembered Dn''s unwavering optimism. Behind the Sergeant''s rigid andposed demeanor, he was always striving to remain positive and focused on the best possible oues.


    "What do you think?"


    "Thank you for the offer, Sergent. I really appreciate it," n replied sincerely. "I will have to think about it."


    The truth was that n had already considered the possibility of joining the military. With his exceptional skills and knowledge of the game world, he knew he could be a significant asset to the squad. However, there were other factors to consider¡ªthe responsibilities, risks, and potential conflicts with his personal ns.


    Seeing that n was gazing towards the area where the closebat mission took ce, Sergeant Dn spoke up, "Are you nning to try the closebat mission as well?"


    "Yes, Sergeant, I will give it a try," n replied confidently.


    "That''s great. I''ll keep my eye on you then" Dn said, nodding in approval.


    The Sergeant reminded him about a reward prepared by the US Military for reaching a high rank in the mission and told him to drop by themander''s center and find him after.


    With n''s extraordinary test result, he had managed to put himself on the radar not only of the New York yers but also of the US military. The challenge against the Crimson Gunner had garnered enough attention, leading to a sessful debut in the training ground. While n never sought the spotlight, he understood the importance of using this opportunity to gain as much attention as possible. Poprity could greatly benefit him in achieving his n, though joining the military wasn''t really part of his n right now.


    Soon enough, n''s fourpanions arrived after finishing their obstacle test results, and it was evident from their expressions that they didn''t achieve the desired total scores:


    [Milo - 740 scores] [Daniel - 650 scores] [Luis - 700 scores] [Vicky - 780 scores]


    None of them managed to even reach C rank scores, and this left them feeling a bit embarrassed whenparing their results to n''s impressive performance. However, n was quick to reassure them, saying, "Don''t worry, you still have time to try again."


    Vicky, always brimming with excitement, expressed her determination to retry with a handgun next, and the others also showed enthusiasm to give the mission another shot.


    While n didn''t openly express it, he couldn''t help but feel a twinge of disappointment with their results. Such thoughts gave him more reasons to contemte whether joining the military was the right decision. However, he knew that hispanions had potential, and he wanted to see more of them in action before making any conclusions.


    For now, n decided to hold off on any major decisions and focus on his next n.


    "Alright, who wants to join me for the closebat test?" he asked, extending an invitation to the group.


    Milo, the boxer, was quick to ept, and soon enough, everyone else wanted to give the challenge a try. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of excitement and determination as they prepared for the closebat missions.


    x x

 Chapter 52 Close Combat

    <h4>Chapter 52 Close Combat</h4>


    Unlike the outdoor shooting challenge, the indoor closebat challenge was straightforward and fast-paced. Within the hall, there were 20 well-equipped arenas, each resembling a picturesque medieval courtyard. The arenas were about half the size of a basketball court, providing enough space for intense one-on-one duels.


    An NPC attendant was present to assist n with the registration process. After epting the challenge, n received a notification on his [Game link], providing him with the details of the training mission.


    [You have joined the training mission]


    [Mission One - One versus One]


    [Mission Two - Time challenge]


    [Reach a high enough total score to get a reward]


    [1000 score - A Rank - 1000 Xp, 1000 survival points]


    [900 score - B Rank - 500 Xp, 500 survival points]


    [800 score - C Rank - 300 Xp, 300 survival points]


    When his name was finally called, n quickly went and stood in one of the arenas, whereupon a system window opened in front of him.


    [Choose your melee weapon]


    [Unarmed] [Blunt] [Spear], [Axe], [Sword], [Dagger]


    Looking at the list presented before him, n didn''t hesitate and chose his most proficient weapon.


    "Sword!"


    In response to his words, the window refreshed and proceeded to disy a list of dozens of types of swords. There was longsword, broadsword, short sword, one-edge sword, pointy sword, greatsword, and so on.


    He could even choose to use two swords if he wanted or added a shield.


    n contemted his decision as he looked at the list. Even though he was used to using a longsword thanks to his previous life, he didn''t choose it as his weapon. For this particr test, he decided to choose its counterparts instead, the short sowrds.


    His decision came because of the size of the ce where he would fight. With the limited space the arena had, n would have more mobility and flexibility when fighting using a short sword than a longsword.


    [Name: Short Sword]


    [Type: Sword Weapon]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage 24-30]


    The moment his decision was final, a short sword appeared out of thin air and floated in front of him. As soon as n grabbed the hilt in his palm, another notification popped up.


    [Meleebat test, stage one]


    [Sword fighter - level one]


    Instantly after the notification appeared, the figure of an NPC formed within the arena n was in. An expressionless young man in white garbs who was holding a simr short sword as the one in his hand.


    [Fight started in ¡­5]


    [3¡­]


    [2¡­]


    When the countdown hit zero, the NPC immediately kicked the ground and charged toward n. In response, n swiftly bent his knee and did a side step to dodge the NPC''s charge. At the same time, his hand gripping the short sword moved and shed his opponent''s waist, causing blood to gush out.


    Immediately after, n spun on the soles of his feet and thrust his short sword forward, driving it deep into the NPC''s back.


    [shing: inflict 38 damage]


    [Stabbing: inflict 40 damage]


    [You have defeated Sword Fighter level one]


    The level one NPC was a standardmon fighter with 50 HP. With n''s current attributes and his [Sword weapon (expert) that gave 50% damage and control, n was able to win the fight easily within five seconds of facing such a weak opponent.


    Gasps and exmations were heard from outside the arena as several people who were still waiting for their turn had their mouths agape with incredulity at the sight of n''s stunning performance.


    [Sword fighter - level two]


    A few seconds after defeating his first opponent, another NPC materialized in front of n. This time, it was a middle-aged man and he was a more experienced fighter who knew some basic sword skills.


    But once again, n defeated his opponent without breaking much sweat.


    [You have defeated Sword fighter level two]


    The third and fourth levels had a much higher rank andbat ability. Their swords managed to make n block and parry them with his own sword, still with his extensive experience in swords none of them manage to eveny a scratch on him.


    [Sword fighter - level five]


    The HP of the level five NPC was 150, and it had an average of D attributes. This was the milestone that was usually too difficult for beginners to tackle, including those with a martial arts background to face.


    Facing an opponent that possessed overall stronger stats was certainly not an easy matter. It took dozens of shes and n was forced to use [Lunge Strike] to make a sudden attack and made a proper hit and defeat the NPC.


    Once again, n won in a spectacr manner.


    Thanks to that, people began to gather around his arena and form a crowd. Some thought that n was a veteran, as he had done what beginners normally couldn''t do. Therefore they were very surprised when they found out the truth was the opposite of what they thought.


    "He''s not a veteran?!"


    Among this crowd of people, there were also some who had seen the process and results of his shooting test earlier. With that, rumors about n and his exploits quickly began to spread everywhere.


    Unperturbed by themotion his actions caused, n continued his fight in the arena.


    [Sword fighter - level six]


    n''s face slightly turned serious as his next opponent appeared in the arena. The level six NPC was a really difficult opponent with its 200 HP and average of D+ attributes. Not just higher HP, but it also has a high defense rating, making his usual 40 damage average down below 30 damage.


    To defeat this particr level, n ended up using his active skill [Power Strike] multiple times before he beat his opponent. n found himself being cheered passionately by the crowd that had formed around his arena.


    [You have defeated Sword fighter level six]


    "He did it! Level 6! He''s amazing!!"


    Every time n won his fight, a notification popped up and restored his health to full. Hence the reason why he was already reinvigorated and ready when his next opposing NPC appeared in front of him.


    When n was about to fight the level seven NPC, there were already hundreds of people gathered around his arena. Most of them hailed from different backgrounds and different origins, Some examples were the beginners, US Military, the Blood Patriots, the ck Sand''s mercenaries, and so on.


    This time level seven NPC was an advanced sword fighter with a staggering 300 HP and an average of C- attributes.


    Facing an opponent that possessed overall stronger stats was certainly not an easy matter. It took dozens of shes, and n himself had to receive two hits from the NPC. But eventually, after five minutes of fighting, n grabbed the gap his opponent had shown and ended the fight with a series of sword shes.


    [You have defeated Sword fighter level seven]


    n knew level seven NPC was the maximum he could face right now. It was a level that could match the other veteran. He decided to stop at such a level and received the scores.


    [Mission One - One versus One]


    [n D Angello - 500 scores]


    However, there was still the second part of the test to show his ability

 Chapter 53 Time Challenge

    <h4>Chapter 53 Time Challenge</h4>


    The Time Challenge was a fierce test of the yer''sbat prowess, requiring one to defeat as many NPCs as possible before their health points ran out. Speed and agility were crucial in this fast-paced trial, and fortunately, these were attributes that n excelled in.


    With his sword in hand, he faced the charging NPCs with confidence and precision. One after another, he swiftly dispatched them, their lifeless bodies falling to the ground like dominoes. He moved with grace, demonstrating wless swordsmanship honed through countless battles and experiences.


    Within a minute, he had already taken down five level 1 NPCs. His de continued to dance through the air as five more level 2 NPCs met their end. The momentum didn''t slow down as he faced five level 3 NPCs, and then another five level 4 NPCs.


    As the 20th NPC fell under the might of his de, n finally feel the strain on his enhanced stamina. However, there was no time to rest as another NPC attempted to seize the opportunity and strike him from behind.


    With an instinctual reaction, n managed to parry the deadly strike at thest moment, denying his opponent''s attempt to end his run prematurely. The spectators erupted into loud apuse and cheers, their admiration for n''s incredible performance filling the air.


    "n!! n!!" The yers chanted in unison, their eyes gleaming with excitement and admiration. Most of them were rookies, and they were thrilled to witness one of their own surpassing the expectations and achieving results that rivaled veteran yers.


    After parrying the strike that almost ended his run, n quickly steadied himself, but his predicament had worsened. Trapped in the midst of four NPCs, each boasting 100 HP and an average of D attributes, there was no escape route for him. The relentless foes attacked from all sides with deadly synergy, forcing n to give his all and stand his ground against the onught. However, the cost was evident as blood was drawn from his wounds.


    [Stab: received 18 damage]


    In this contest, other types of items were banned. leaving contestants solely reliant on their own capabilities. Fortunately, n had retained one valuable skill that he could use in such dire situations.


    [Lunge Strike]


    With a surge of energy, n activated the skill, granting him a movement boost toward his target.


    [100% movement speed boost toward target]


    [Cooldown 30 seconds]


    It was a skill he had favored in his past life, its sudden and rapid attack often catching enemies off guard. As his agility increased, so did the impact of the skill, making it even more potent.


    With a sudden speed, n weaved past the encirclement and jumped toward one at the very back, striking a lethal force. The de sliced through the air, inflicting maximum damage on one of his opponents.


    [Stabs: lethal attack inflicted 68 damage]


    With one of the NPCs out of the picture, the pressure lessened, giving n a brief respite. He calcted the timing carefully and executed the Lunge Strike once more, this time hitting the third enemy with the same lethal precision. Now, with only two opponents remaining, he felt confident enough to face them head-on.


    The spectators watched in awe as n''s skill and determination were on full disy. Loud gasps and murmurs erupted among the crowd, witnessing the incredible feats of the rookie yer. They were captivated by the intense battle unfolding before them.


    But then, just as the arena emptied and the adrenaline from the previous battle coursed through his veins, the figure of a level 6 NPC materialized before n. Exhausted and breathless, even with his 20% stamina boost, he would have gasped for air at this point.


    Despite his fatigue, there was no respite for n as he was forced into yet another one-on-one fight. Determination surged within him, pushing him to face this formidable opponent head-on.


    n mustered every ounce of strength he had left and engaged the level 6 NPC. Blow after blow was exchanged, and n''s dwindling health served as a grim reminder of the impending end. Numbers shed in front of his eyes, counting down the precious seconds he had left.


    50...


    32...


    15...


    Knowing that his journey might end at this very moment, a glint of determination shed in his eyes as he growled, "If I''m going down, at least one of you will go down with me!"


    Summoning thest remnants of his energy, n tightened his grip on the hilt and unleashed a guttural roar. He abandoned all inhibitions, allowing instinct to take over, and leaped onto the NPC for one final strike.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 62 damage¡­ Target died]


    In thest instant before darkness imed him, the NPC fell under his de. n''s health points reached zero, and the test ended. The arena fell into silence as the spectators absorbed the intense battle they had just witnessed.


    In the end, n had managed to defeat a total of 27 NPCs, a remarkable feat given his limited attributes. He received a total of 500 points for his performance, a numberparable to that of a seasoned veteran. For a rookie yer like him,cking the stats and experience of many others, it was an astonishing achievement.


    n''s game link notified him of his rewards: 1000 XP and 1000 survival points.


    [Level Up]


    [Level 14: 11260/12000]


    With a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction, n stepped out of the arena to the apuse and cheers of the crowd. The sense of aplishment he felt was immeasurable, knowing that he had pushed himself beyond his limits and emerged victorious.


    There, amidst the crowded arena, n witnessed multiple NPCs being knocked down by powerful punches. One of them was even sent flying out of bounds. The crowd was in awe of the disy of strength and skill.


    "What a strength! He can push those level 5 NPCs with such ease!!"mented a yer, staring at the man in the ring with a strange mix of excitement and dread.


    The one n was watching was none other than Milo, the Italian-American boxer. With his expert-level hand-to-handbat, his active skill [Footwork Mastery], and his warrior spirit, Milo was able to dispatch all level 5 NPCs beautifully. The crowd erupted in cheers as they marveled at his prowess.


    However, despite his impressive performance, Milo fell short in the end. His stamina was drained, and his skill [Footwork Mastery] was on cooldown when the level 6 NPCs emerged. When everyone thought Milo was at his end, the boxer manage to hold on with his unique [Tenacity] skill for another half minute before he was defeated. It gives him an extra few seconds resulting in a score of 480, just a little short of an A rank.


    Satisfied with what he had witnessed, n turned his attention to find his student, Daniel. To his disappointment, he discovered that Daniel had also been defeated, surrounded by Vicky and Luis, both of whom had also fallen before reaching level 5.


    Seeing their dejected spirits, n offered words of encouragement, "Don''t worry, keep trying, and you will get better," he said, patting Daniel''s shoulder reassuringly.


    With the test over, n and made their way out of the bustling crowds and headed towards a giant screen disying the current leaderboard. There, they saw the rankings for the Melee Combat Test and the Range Weapon Test.


    [Melee Combat Test]


    [Rank 1 - Cachello Trejo]


    [Rank 9 - n D''Angello]


    [Rank 18 - MIlo Tagliano]


    [Range Weapon Test]


    [Rank 1 - Cachello Trejo]


    [Rank 10 - n D''Angello]


    [Rank 11 - Merle Rooker]


    As n observed the leaderboard, they noticed that the first-ce position in both the Melee Combat Test and the Range Weapon Test was held by the renowned ck Sand mercenary leader, Cachello Trejo. His name had be synonymous with excellence inbat, and his dominance in the rankings was no surprise.


    The rest of the top 20 consisted of known veteran yers, individuals who had been honing their skills in the game for years. The fact that n had managed to secure spots in the top 10 as rookie yer was a remarkable achievement.


    However, n was aware that the current leaderboard might not be entirely representative of the strongest yers. Some names he expected to see among the top ranks were missing. Most likely that they had not yet taken the test or had chosen not to participate.


    His chain of thought was interrupted by the arrival of a group of men in dark uniforms, the renowned ck Sand mercenary.

 Chapter 54 Groups

    <h4>Chapter 54 Groups</h4>


    The ck Sand Corporation''s reputation as one of thergest private militarypanies in the world preceded them. Their presence in the Apocalypse Game was both notorious and influential. They specialized in providing yers to different cities for the game, offering their services at an exorbitant cost. The money earned from these ventures fueled their training programs, constantly churning out new soldiers. To the corporation, the existence of the Apocalypse Game was nothing more than a profitable business venture.


    Having experienced numerous encounters with mercenary groups in his previous life, n knew how formidable and unpredictable they could be. Some mercenaries became his allies, working together to achievemon goals, while others were formidable opponents who made survival all the more difficult.


    As he stood before the group of men in dark uniforms from the ck Sand Corporation, n''s calm demeanor belied the tension in the air. He had expected the mercenary group to take an interest in him after his sessful debut in the Apocalypse Game. Their sharp gazes scrutinized him, sizing him up as if assessing his worth.


    "Can I help you, gentlemen?" n greeted them casually, maintaining a nonchnt tone to hide his true emotions. Behind the facade of tranquility, he knew that crossing paths with the ck Sand Corporation could be both advantageous and dangerous.


    There were four of them, all gazing at n with sharp, scrutinizing eyes. Their imposing presence would have easily intimidated most people, but n remained unfazed.


    "You are n D''Angelo?" asked the baldy man, his voice carrying authority and experience. From the man''s uniform, n deduced that he held a squad leader rank. However, n didn''t recognize him, which suggested that this particr individual might have met his demise early in the game, possibly in the next round.


    "We would like to know which group you belong to?!" the baldy man demanded, his tone assertive.


    n answered casually, "Group? I belong to no group. I''m just a civilian trying to survive the game like everyone else."


    His calm and collected response seemed to annoy the man and the rest of the group. It only reinforced their belief that n was not an ordinary yer.


    "Do you think of us as fools!?" the man retorted, his frustration evident.


    "No.. of course not... I dont really know you¡­ I wouldn''t know"


    Once again, his nonchnt reply irked the man and the group, adding fuel to the fire. However, before the situation could escte further, a figure approached from behind n¡ªa US military soldier, Sergeant Dn O''Connor.


    "Any problem here?" said the African American sergeant, his voice steady andmanding.


    "No, Sergeant, no problem at all," the baldy man replied, his demeanor slightly shifting in the presence of the military figure.


    The baldy man''s intense gaze bore into n once again as he delivered a stern warning, "Whoever you are, do not cross with us."


    "Understood," n replied calmly, acknowledging the man''s caution.


    Once the mercenary group departed, Sergeant Dn O''Connor turned to n, his curiosity evident. "You know them?"


    "No, Sergeant, we''re just acquainted now," n said, offering a half-hearted smile. "You know, the more friends, the better."


    Dn sighed, recognizing that n had a way of attracting attention, both good and bad. "So have you thought about our offer? Do you want to join the military?"


    The question caused a stir among n''spanions, Vicky and Luis. They knew that if n decided to join the military, their paths might diverge, and it would significantly impact their own journeys in the game.


    n maintained hisposure as he replied, "I really haven''t decided, Sergeant. It''s a big decision, and I need some time to think it through."


    Not willing to let the matter drop, the sergeant pressed on, "What do you need to be convinced?"


    n chuckled softly, appreciating the sergeant''s persistence. "Well, how about starting with the reward you promised before? That might help me consider the offer."


    "Alright, follow me to themand center," Dn said, leading n through the bustling corridors of the US military base.


    As they walked, Vicky and Luis exchanged worried nces. "He''s not really joining the military, is he?" Vicky whispered.


    ####


    Inside themand center, the atmosphere was tense and focused. Armed personnel moved with precision, their eyes constantly scanning screens and maps disying vital information about the ongoing Apocalypse Game. The room buzzed with a sense of urgency as they strategized and coordinated their efforts to tackle the ever-changing challenges.


    Dn, the US military sergeant, led n to a separate room on the left wing of themand center. This room was the armory, meticulously organized and stacked with an impressive array of weapons. The sight was both awe-inspiring and somber, knowing that each weapon had yed a role in the struggles and sacrifices of previous yers.


    "You can choose from any avable weapon here," Dn informed him with a serious tone. The weapons before them ranged from various types of melee weapons, like swords, axes, and hammers, to an assortment of firearms, including pistols, shotguns, and rifles.


    In all honesty, the weapons that the Government offered as rewards were all second-hand items. On top of that, all of them were just ofmon grade. Even so, no one dared to belittle these items.


    The reason was not just becausemon weapons were still rare to be found or cost a lot of survival points to buy, but also due to the well-known fact that all these weapons had been used by deceased yers from thest round.


    In other words, n was currently standing in a weapon graveyard, with each weapon having an untold story to tell.


    "For your A rank achievement, You can choose one melee item and one firearm each."


    As he heard that, n gave his thanks with an upturned face and quickly made his way to choose the weapons.


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 Chapter 55 Reward

    <h4>Chapter 55 Reward</h4>


    Seeing the armory stretching out before him, n couldn''t help but break into a satisfied smile. This was precisely why he had refrained from using his hard-earned survival points to buy weapons from the shop. He had been banking on winning his way up the ranks and thereby unlocking the coveted reward the military had in store.


    His gaze first fell upon the melee weapons section. Given his past life''s proficiency with swords, it was only natural that he gravitated towards this particr category. With a sense of eager anticipation, n stepped closer to the assortment of des disyed meticulously on the wall.


    a selection of eight distinct swords adorning a sleek ck metallic wall. Each weapon seemed to have its own story to tell, an untold history of battles fought and challenges ovee. n knew that his choice here would y a pivotal role in the rounds toe, and he was determined to make it count.


    His experience in his previous life, where swords had been his specialty, guided his decision-making process. He meticulously assessed each sword''s size, weight, and bnce, his practiced eyes scanning for the perfect fit. One by one, he picked up the swords, executing a few test swings with each, evaluating their feel and responsiveness.


    As he held the final contender, a slightly shorter sword measuring 70 centimeters with a double-edged de, a sense of connection resonated within him. The sword''s design, reminiscent of the arming swords used by knights in the 15th century, evoked a sense of familiarity and purpose.


    The weapon''s attributes were disyed in the holographic interface:


    [Name: Arming Sword]


    [Type: Sword weapon]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage 26-34]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 18]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: A simple knightly sword]


    As he read the sword''s details, a sense of satisfaction bloomed within him. It might bebeled asmon, but to n, it was a gem. The damage range was respectable, and its straightforward design resonated with him. He could almost feel the sword''s history whispering to him, igniting a sense of camaraderie between warrior and de.


    It was precisely instances like this that justified his strategic approach. Choosing first meant having ess to the best options before the more experienced yers descended upon the armory like vultures.


    "I choose this one"


    "Good choice, Now for your firearm," the Sergeant instructed, his gaze curious as he awaited n''s decision.


    n''s gaze shifted to the section dedicated to firearms. Handguns, rifles, and sniper rifles were all on disy. It was an array of deadly tools, each with its own unique advantages and drawbacks.


    Although therger guns were much more expensive in price, n decide to focus on what he needed the most, the handguns.? A dozen options awaited him, each with its own story to tell. His eyes flitted from one to another, considering the merits of each. There was the weighty decision of a revolver, promising higher damage but burdened by a long reload time. Then there was the Beretta 1911, a sleek and ssic choice known for its uracy.


    After a brief internal debate, n''s fingers found their way to the Beretta 1911. It was a weapon he was familiar with, having used it effectively in previous runs. The choice was practical; the 9mm ammunition it used was rtivelymon within the game. This meant he wouldn''t have to constantly worry about running out of bullets in the heat of battle.


    However, just as his hand was about to close around the grip of the Beretta, something on a nearby side table caught his attention. It was a firearm that stood out from the rest.


    A spark of curiosity ignited within n. He turned to the Sergeant and asked, "This is an umon rank weapon... what about this one? Can I choose this?"


    The Sergeant''s brows furrowed momentarily as if he thought the weapon was misced. But as his eyes followed n''s gaze to the weapon, an understanding dawned on his features.


    [Name: Sawed-off Shotgun]


    [Type: Weapon (small firearm)]


    [Rarity: umon]


    [Attributes: Firepower 58-74 (10 meters), 48-62 (up to 30 meters)]


    [Magazine: 2 rounds (12 Gauge)]


    [Fire Rate: up to 1 round/second]


    [Equipment Rating: 20]


    [Remarks: Great to blow up heads like watermelon]


    There was an undeniable allure to the Sawed-off Shotgun. Its attributes spoke volumes¡ªthe sheer firepower it packed was impressive.


    However, n''s gaze was drawn to the bottom of the information, the reason why the gun was ced among the rest.


    [Status: Broken]


    [50% Penalty in damage and uracy]


    "Are you sure? It''s costly to fix this, maybe more than buying amon weapon," the Sergeant cautioned, his tone carrying a hint of concern for n''s choice.


    However, n''s eyes were already captivated by the weapon''s unique charm. "Yes, I am sure. Let me have this, please," he replied with unwavering determination. There was a maic quality to the Sawed-off Shotgun that drew him in, and no cautionary words could sway his decision.


    The weapon only had two bullets, a stark limitation that meant it would require a reload after every shot. But in exchange for this inconvenience, it offered one of the highest damage coefficients among all the weapons in its category of umon small firearms.


    As for its broken status, n''s confidence was unwavering. With his high intelligence and resourcefulness, he believed he could mend this weapon in no time. And yet, there was another reason behind his choice, a reason that required effort to fulfill.


    The Sergeant chuckled, a bemused expression on his face as he watched n''s unwaveringmitment to the shotgun. "An interesting choice," he remarked, an undertone of approval in his voice.


    n was then handed a box containing twenty 12-gauge shells, the ammunition required to make the shotgun bark and unleash its devastating power. With this simple gesture, the transaction wasplete.


    The two exited the armory, the weight of the weapon and its potential impact hanging in the air.


    As they walked, the Sergeant struck up a conversation once again. "I tell you what, if you decide to join the military, I will let you get another umon weapon or armor to use. What do you think?"


    The offer was tempting, an alluring incentive designed to sway n toward the military''s cause. But this time, n''s response carried more weight, a seriousness that hinted at deeper contemtion.


    "Actually, there is something I really need to know before deciding to join or not," n began, his tone reflecting the gravity of his inquiry.


    "Alright, shoot. What is it?" the Sergeant responded, his interest piqued.


    "I am interested to know the US military''s preparation for the next round. I wish to know your n,"


    Such a request apparently brought a smile to the Sergeant''s face, as he responded, "Yes, we can do that."


    n was led to the war room, a ce of strategic nning and preparation. Here, multiple scenarios wereid out, detailing the list of yers earmarked for special tasks. While the information was shared only with those joining the military, it wasn''t exactly a secret. After all, everyone in the Apocalypse Game operated in a realm of uncertainty, where no one truly knew what the next round would bring.


    As n walked through the war room, he observed the meticulous nning taking ce. Among the strategies, one particr approach caught his attention. It was a strategy that he had shared with Colonel Weeber, a strategy that he believed would be highly effective to face the next round. Seeing it prominently disyed in the center of the room for all to study brought a sense of relief to n.


    "Are you satisfied? So, can you make your decision?"


    The truth was, n had aplished his goal ¨C he now possessed knowledge of the military''s ns and had secured the needed weapons. As for the prospect of joining the military, he had a firm answer ready.


    "I am sorry friend, I would only join if the military could agree to this one request"


    #####


    Minutes after n exited themand center, leaving the Sergeant with mixed feelings, he was then shortly summoned by his superior, Captain Sam Carter, to provide a report.


    "So, did the teacher decide to join?" the captain ask


    "No, sir," the Sergeant replied. "I regret to inform you that I have to decline his request."


    A hint of surprise appeared on the captain''s face as the Sergeant exined the reason.


    "He wishes to lead his own unit and operate independently."

 Chapter 56 Decision

    <h4>Chapter 56 Decision</h4>


    n''s main objective had always been to find a way to conquer the seven rounds of the apocalypse game and harness his knowledge to the fullest. Yet, he was acutely aware that achieving this colossal feat couldn''t be aplished by him alone. He needed the rightpanions, those who could help him execute his ns with precision.


    Naturally, the US military emerged as the ideal choice. A highly disciplined and trained group, they could follow orders without question, marching forward with unwavering determination. However, n''s strategic mind understood the potential pitfalls of aligning with such a formidable force. The risky in being bound by military orders, possibly jeopardizing the execution of his unconventional and intricate n. Hence, he had made a particr request: a unit that could operate autonomously.


    But as he suspected, even his impressive dual A rank wasn''t enough to grant such a unique request. It was a calcted gamble, an audacious endeavor that stretched the boundaries of conventional possibilities. The oue was hardly surprising; n understood it was akin to aiming for a star in the sky, a long shot with an expected oue. Nevertheless, he had nted the seed of his intention, believing that a few more extraordinary achievements could sway the odds in his favor.


    As n''s mind navigated the intricate web of possibilities, his musings were abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Daniel and the rest of the group, who had apparently been waiting for him. Vicky, with her characteristic exuberance, leapt into the conversation, her words bubbling with anticipation. "So, did you decide to join the military after all?"


    n''s lips curled into a wry smile as he responded, "Nope, I wasn''t epted."


    His answer was met with incredulous smirks from the others. The notion that someone with a double Rank A like n wouldn''t be epted into the ranks of the US military was hard to digest. However, seeing that the oue seemed to please the group, they didn''t delve further into the matter.


    As the conversation flowed between n and hispanions, the scene shifted once again as a new group of figures approached them. The voice that broke the air was charged with excitement, calling out n''s name with eagerness.


    "n! Here you are."


    The speaker was none other than Bill, the CEO. Following closely behind him were two towering individuals, each easily approaching the two-meter mark in height. Their physical presence alone indicated that they weren''t Americans, standing out in a distinct manner.


    Bill''s attire was a disy of opulence, adorned with an array of expensive gear, including weapons and armor. The two men nking him bore a simr appearance, emphasizing their imposing nature.


    The CEOunched into conversation with n, his words filled with admiration for n''s remarkable achievement on the training ground. However, n wasn''t one to be easily swayed by ttery. He tactfully cut off Bill''s praise, producing the [Glock 17] handgun that he had initially borrowed from the CEO in exchange for medical supplies.


    "Here is the Glock 17, returned as promised."


    Bill, in a surprising turn of events, dismissed the gesture. He indicated that he no longer required the handgun, allowing n to keep it. Instead of dwelling on the returned weapon, Bill shifted the spotlight to the two figures beside him¡ª Igor and Andrey, his hired bodyguards for the game, both were Russian decent.


    Due to various circumstances, Bill had been unable to rendezvous with his bodyguards during the initial round of the game. Now, with these hired protectors by his side, he exuded a renewed confidence.


    Before long, the CEO unveiled his purpose in approaching n.


    "So, n, I''m here to make a proposition. I''m attempting to convince you to join our party for the uing round."


    Bill''s astute business acumen was evident in his pursuit of n. As a CEO, he recognized the potential value that n brought and attempted to entice him into his new group. Just like before, he dangled the temptation of financial gain as a bait.


    However, before n could formte a response, Vicky interjected, asserting that n was alreadymitted to their party. Luis and Daniel swiftly joined the conversation, and the situation quickly escted into a heated exchange between Bill''s proposition and the loyalty n felt towards his currentpanions.


    Observing the escting tensions, n let out a deep sigh. He realized that he had inadvertently be the epicenter of a verbal battle. Recognizing the need to regain control of the situation, he stepped in to mediate.


    Breaking through the growing mor, n firmly declined Bill''s offer, expressing gratitude for the proposition nevertheless. Bill''s initial annoyance was short-lived, swiftly transforming into a more diplomatic stance as he chose not to provoke a further confrontation with n. He left n with the borrowed handgun as a gesture of goodwill.


    Yet, even as Bill''s group departed, n''s interaction with his currentpanions was far from over. His gaze settled on the four individuals in front of him, and he spoke with a tone of determination that caught them off guard.


    "I am sorry, but I can''t be part of a party with you all either."


    The statement hung in the air like a sudden gust of wind, causing confusion among hispanions. n took a moment to exin his reasoning, his words unfolding as he detailed the gravity of his impending n. He hinted at the unprecedented danger thaty ahead, a risk that he was unwilling to subject hispanions to.


    Though he didn''t explicitly voice his reservations, the message was unmistakable¡ªn considered them inadequate for the challenge he was preparing to face. Even Daniel, someone he had hoped to mentor, hadn''t managed to achieve a minimum C rank on the training ground. n had toe to terms with the reality that hispanions might not be adequately prepared or skilled for the mission he was envisioning.


    "I will provide you with some guidance for the next round, but I cant take you with me. I hope you all can understand."


    The deration resonated in the air, a mixture of disappointment and understanding settling on the faces of hispanions. Amidst the mix of emotions, Vicky''s frustration boiled over, her voice charged with emotion as she challenged n''s judgment.


    "Who the hell are you to decide what''s best for us?! What''s too risky and what''s not?! This is a death game, and any path we choose could lead to our deaths. You can''t guarantee a thing!!"


    n was taken aback by the intensity of Vicky''s emotional outburst. He couldn''t help but acknowledge the validity in her words. Her words held truth¡ªtheir lives hung in the bnce, and no one could foresee the consequences of their choices in this deadly game.


    Vicky continued, her voice carrying a determined resolve. "I believed you were our best hope to survive, and I''m willing to do whatever it takes to stay in your party. The risk is ours to take... but if you need proof of our skills..."


    She paused, her eyes locking onto the monitor panel disying the training ground scores. Her voice trembled with determination as she spoke again. "B rank!! If I can achieve a B rank, will you ept me into your party?"


    Before n could formte a response, Daniel stepped forward with an unwavering conviction. "Yes, Mr. D! Give me another chance¡ªI won''t disappoint you."


    Milo''s presence stood strong beside Daniel, his silent determination mirroring Daniel''smitment. Luis, though seemingly panicked, echoed their sentiments. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, "Senor. n, please I will... I will try harder."


    n found himself facing an unexpected convergence of conviction and loyalty. Their collective determination moved him deeply, and as the weight of their words settled upon him, he began to reconsider. He realized that if they could indeed achieve B rank, it would be an impressive feat, and he agreed to let them be part of his n.


    Amidst the cheers and jubtion of hispanions, n couldn''t help but recognize the skillful persuasion that Vicky did to change his mind.? As the realization settled in, n couldn''t help but chuckle inwardly¡ªIt appear he just became a victim of Vicky''s [Speecraft] ability, and he had willingly walked right into it.


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 Chapter 57 Temple

    <h4>Chapter 57 Temple</h4>


    n left the training ground, watching the four individuals buzzing with excitement about their newfound purpose. They still had 18 hours until the start of the new round, and n hoped they could make significant improvements by then.


    Meanwhile, the two A-rank rewards had granted n enough XP to increase his level by 2, providing him with the extra attribute he needed for his next n. Filled with fresh hope, he walked towards another corner of the port town.


    He arrived at a building situated on a simrly vast street, much like the item shop. However, it appeared devoid of yers. Only a couple of individuals were spotted moving along the street, none venturing into the building that n was about to enter.


    This building was gated, featuring a curved wooden door and a sign hanging above it that read "[Temple]."


    Several religious sites were set up within the port town to cater to the spiritual needs of yers during these challenging times. However, n''s visit to this ce wasn''t for religious purposes; he was here for its other function.


    Stepping inside, n crossed a tranquil Zen garden before approaching the adjacent building. The sign above its entrance, disying "[Spell Shop]," indicated its purpose.


    Herey a haven for individuals whose spirit attributes were particrly potent, allowing them to engage with the magic that coursed through the fabric of this world. But such individuals were rare indeed.


    In the realm of game statistics, the rarefied air of spirit attributes above the F rank was inhabited by a mere one out of every thousand yers. These were individuals who, in the real world, might have possessed an innate attunement to the spiritual realms¡ªfigures like monks, priests, gypsies, and genuine magicians.


    Yet, n''s extensive knowledge of the game informed him that even if such people managed to survive the initial round, many would subsequently invest in attributes that offered greater survivability, often shifting away from spirit attributes. Thus, the emptiness of the spell shop was not unexpected.


    As n approached a panel akin to the one in the item shop, an NPC monk intervened.


    "I apologize, sir, but you currently do not meet the requirements to purchase a spell scroll."


    "Just a moment," n replied nonchntly. He effortlessly essed his [gamelink], distributing all three of his avable attribute points into his spirit attribute.


    [Strength: E-]


    [Agility: D-]


    [Endurance: E]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: C-]


    [Spirit: F] +3 [F > F+ > E > E]


    Now endowed with an E rank spirit attribute, n addressed the NPC once more. The monk''s expression underwent aplete transformation in response.


    "yer, your talent in magic is significant. Would you like to awaken your magical power?"


    "Yes, please," n responded promptly.


    In an instant, his game link disyed pertinent information.


    [Magic Awakening: D reward + 1500 survival points]


    This expense,parable to that of acquiring a job ss, was another reason why people don''t invest in magic so early in the game.


    Fortunately, n was among those who had rued just enough resources to take this step.


    "Confirm"


    [Survival points: 3460>1960]


    [ F Rank reward x1]


    [Processing Magic Awakening]


    ####


    The human body remained an expanse of uncharted territories, a realm veiled in an ocean of mysteries. Even the most advanced minds of modern times hadn''t managed to unravel the enigma of its secrets. Legends like the notion that humans utilize only 10 percent of their brain''s potential persisted, suggesting that a mere fraction of the brain''s capacity¡ª1/10th¡ªwas tapped during an entire lifetime.


    In a simr vein, the ancestry of human DNA remained a perplexing riddle, eludingprehension even in the face of considerable modern advancements. Despite the vast leaps in knowledge, only a paltry 2 percent of the secrets harbored within the human body had been unveiled, leaving the bulk of its mysteries obscured by the imprable veil of the unknown.


    This naturally leads to the question: What other marvelsy dormant within the remaining 98 percent?


    In the context of the game, this unrevealed aspect was akin to magic, or as the game terminology termed it, Spirit Energy.


    Amid this moment, n became aware of a warm and ethereal energy emanating from his sr plexus, a radiant force that gradually pervaded every nook and cranny of his being. This magical energy flowed with a tranquil grace, soothing his fatigued mind and weary body. A sensation of renewal coursed through his very essence, reinvigorating him from within.


    And then, in the wake of this transcendent encounter, the promation manifested on his game link.


    [You have sessfully Awakened]


    [You have unlocked the Spirit point stat]


    [n D Angello]


    [Health points: 190]


    [Spirit points: 50]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    The world around n seemed to shimmer with newfound rity. As he stood in the temple, an undeniable sense of transformation settled upon him¡ªa metamorphosis of body and spirit that would forever alter the course of his journey.


    With the Spirit points now unlocked, n felt a new surge of power coursing through his being, a wellspring of potential that would enable him to tap into spirit-rted skills within the context of the Apocalypse Game. This was a breakthrough that expanded the horizons of his abilities, offering him ess to an array of possibilities.


    Before him, a panel disyed a list ofmon-level spells that he could now potentially acquire and employ in the game world:


    [Chill - Lowers the temperature in the surrounding area, causing difort]


    [Torch - Creates a small fire for daily uses]


    [Minor Ward -? Creates a protective barrier that absorbs limited damage]


    [Minor Heal - A simple, quick healing spell for minor wounds]


    [Enhance Sense - Temporarily improves the caster''s senses, like sight or hearing]


    [Restore Stamina - Restores stamina to the caster or ally]


    [F-rank reward/500 survival points]


    Regrettably, n currently only has one F-rank reward left, he decided to acquire the [Enhance Sense] spell that could be useful for the next round.


    Exiting the spell shop, n walked towards the tranquil zen garden, his thoughts heavy with a sense of purpose. He had note to the temple solely to awaken his magical potential; there was another elusive pursuit that he hoped to aplish, a quest that held uncertain oues but immense significance.


    A deep sigh escaped his lips as he navigated theplex, his gaze shifting from building to building in search of his desired destination. His steps led him through this sacred haven, revealing to him a dusty and dimly lit library, a ce brimming with old books and ancient wisdom. Within the library''s confines, an NPC stood unmoved, engrossed in a book, while an older man was absorbed in another volume.


    As n ventured forth into this haven of knowledge, the NPC paid him no heed, engendering a sense of freedom as he began to explore the myriad shelves adorned with worn tomes, each bearing the history and musings of generations long past.


    Anxiously, n navigated thebyrinth of words, skimming through pages, absorbing lines of poetry and the profound meditations of philosophers. These tomes held the echoes of a time before the game, and he sifted through them with reverence, driven by a singr purpose.


    Amid the musty air of the library, n''s dedication persevered as he delved into the pages of ten books. The passing hour threatened to test his resolve, the weight of uncertainty pressing upon him. Just as the temptation to despair began to creep in, a sudden interruption snapped him from his thoughts.


    An NPC, the very same engrossed in his reading earlier, approached him. With a voiceden with curiosity, he inquired, "Are you interested in reading these books?"


    n''s heart leapt within his chest. It was as though the very question he had been hoping for had been posed to him. "Yes, yes, I am," he responded with palpable eagerness, his voice tinged with anticipation.


    The NPC''s response held a hint of wistfulness, "I see," the NPC mused, "people nowadays only like fantasy books; no one cares about philosophy anymore."


    A mix of anxiety and agreement colored n''s response, "Yes, yes, that''s unfortunate."


    The conversation between n and the NPC flowed with the ease of shared passion. As the minutes stretched into half an hour, their discourse wove a tapestry of literary appreciation.


    Within the embrace of their exchange, n''s heart raced. And then, just as the conversation reached its zenith, the elderly man smiled and said, "I have enjoyed our conversation. As a reward, allow me to give you a good book to read."


    In that very moment, a notification chimed within n''s Gamelink.


    [You have received a Hidden Quest - The Sage Path of Enlightenment]

 Chapter 58 Path of Sage

    <h4>Chapter 58 Path of Sage</h4>


    The secret n had learned about came from his old team; an Indian yer who yed a role in the sixth year of the apocalypse game. However, this quest came with specific prerequisites. One had to possess the [Schr] job ss, awaken their magic, and then high enough intelligence to engage a genuine interest in old books to a temple librarian in Port Town.


    n saw this as a rare opportunity and made sure to meet these conditions, securing the quest for his n. As a result, the old monk handed him an ancient book.


    [You received a book - Beginners Guide to Enlightenment]


    The title of the book, invoked a slight cringe in n, though he managed to conceal his reaction from the monk. After taking the book, a message promptly appeared in his Gamelink.


    [You received a hidden quest - The Sage Path to Enlightenment]


    [Have you heard the story of the hero Sage of the Sixth Path? He was a hero that saved the world from the apocalypse. It was said that man likes to read a book more than learn magic, read more of his favorite book to activate the quest]


    Confusion swelled within n; he had anticipated a quest that would lead him down a profound path of enlightenment. Instead, he found himself embroiled in a tale of fiction. Despite this, he mustered a grateful smile and extended his appreciation to the old monk for the bestowed gift.


    Just before his departure, the monk added a parting note, "Should you have inquiries, my brother resides in the next town."


    n''s smile widened at this additional piece of information. It dawned on him that not only was this a hidden quest, but it also formed part of a chain quest just like the information he heard about the Indian yer.


    With a newfound sense of purpose, n made his way to the housingplex nestled within Port Town.? His destination was a low-rise Renaissance-style apartment building. n step into the lobby where he was greeted by a weing stand-in NPC.


    "Wee, yer, to our humble abode," the NPC''s voice chimed with a rehearsed cheerfulness, a digital echo of genuine hospitality.


    n wasted no time in pleasantries. His focus was singr, driven by the newly achieved quest. "I need a room, please."


    The NPC inclined its head in acknowledgment. "yer n D Angello, there are 120 rooms avable in this building. You may choose any that suits your preference. Standard rooms are avable free of charge, unless you desire the special rooms,"


    A holographic disy illuminated the locations of the vacant rooms, each designated by a blinking indicator.


    "The normal one will suffice" n responded, his gaze fixed on the holographic representation.


    "Very well. Have a pleasant stay, Mr. n."


    An ess card materialized in the NPC''s virtual hand, offering entry to the chosen room. n selected one on the top floor.


    Once inside, the room revealed itself to be a standard amodation, equipped with all the essentials for a yer to find sce within the game''s tumultuous reality. It contained afortable bed, a basic bathroom, and a window that framed the expansive ocean beyond. It was a haven, a sanctuary amidst the chaos that characterized the apocalypse.


    However, n''s reason for iming the room wasn''t driven by the desire forfort. He settled into the space and retrieved the book that had set his quest in motion.


    n cautiously opened the book, unsure of what to expect from its pages. To his surprise, it was a genuine philosophy book, and the first few pages explored the concept of human innocence since birth. The text delved into a time when humans were believed to possess an unbreakable connection to divinity, a purity that transcended the trials of life.


    As he progressed through the initial section, n found himself immersed in the intricate ideas woven into the words. The philosophical musings resonated with him, as if they were threads connecting him to an age-old wisdom. But it was when he turned another page that the unexpected urred.


    Before himy a page adorned with intricate runic inscriptions, crafted in mundane ink. The symbols danced across the page in anguage n had never encountered before. Despite the unfamiliarity, an inexplicable urge drew him in,pelling him to read each character with meticulous care.


    As his eyes traced the inscriptions, they began to emit a soft, ethereal glow. The words seemed to transcend their mere physical form. As he reached the end of the page, the inscriptions intensified in brilliance, casting a radiant light that enveloped him.


    When the veil of enlightenment lifted, n returned to reality, a resounding notification echoed in his ears, drawing his attention to the familiar interface of his game link.


    [You learned a new active skill - Meditation]


    [A skill needed toprehend meaning]


    [No duration, No Cooldown]


    The umon skill he had acquired was a staple among many spirit-based yers, and its purpose was perfectly aligned with his current task ¨C to unlock the book''s secrets.


    Following the skill''s instruction, n shifted into a lotus position, his hands forming the symbolic gesture that facilitated a connection between his physical self and the intangible realms of insight. The act of meditation was familiar to him, a practice he had honed in his previous life.


    [Meditation]


    The skill''s activation was unlike the instantaneous effects of other abilities. Instead, it was a gradual process, one that required patience and dedication. n embraced the experience, his consciousness delving into the depths of understanding, his focus attuned to the wisdom embedded within the book.


    Time flowed like a river as n maintained his meditative state. With each passing moment, he felt the warm current of energy coursing through his being, a testament to his connection with the teachings before him.


    Ten hours psed, each one marked by profound reflection and immersion. Then, a familiar chime resonated within his consciousness, signaling the conclusion of his dedicated pursuit.


    [You have sessfullyprehended the first part of the book]


    [Increase 10 Maximum Spirit Points]


    [Received one free attribute point]

 Chapter 59 Call

    <h4>Chapter 59 Call</h4>


    In his previous life, n had already reached the pinnacle of level 99, yet he found himselfcking the strength to break free from the confines of the game. This realization made the additional bonus attributes and stats he now acquired all the more valuable, as they offered him a chance to attain greater heights than he had ever managed before.


    What he had just achieved by sessfullyprehending the first section of the "Beginner''s Guide to Enlightenment" was just the initial step of a journey divided into three distinct sections of the first book. Stilly ahead the potential of learning of the second, intermediate book, and if fortune favored him, even the elusive third book, which the Indian yer had never managed to reach.


    Despite the knowledge that each of these sections would demand a considerable amount of time to truly grasp, n was willing to bide his time and painstakingly work his way toward his ultimate goal.


    His train of thought was abruptly halted by a beep from his game link.


    [Time left until the second round - 3 hours and 00 minutes]


    The notification served as a reminder to all yers to be prepared for the uing round. n recognized the importance of readiness and ensured he was ticking off items on his checklist of tasks within the port town. However, one particr task remained, and it was another motive behind his decision to rent the apartment room.


    It was a function that was mostly used by the yer to relieve their mental state arguably more important than any other entertainment prepared. A function avable within a private space ¨C a small talking box. A telephone.


    This seemingly simple device allowed fatigued yers to establish a direct connection with their loved ones. n picked up the phone, pressed a few buttons, and a mechanical voice emanated.


    [Please state the name and number of the person you wish to talk with.]


    "Arria D''Angelo, Bellevue Hospital, Room 2603"


    The phone rang for two long seconds, each tick feeling like an eternity, until a sound as angelic as the sweetest melody reached n''s ears, instantly bringing a warm smile to his face.


    "Halloo.. who is this?"


    "Hey Chickpea... it''s me."


    A brief moment of silence followed on the other end of the line before a voice, brimming with surprise and disbelief, could be heard. "Daddy!?... Is this you?" The simplicity of those words was enough to ease the weight of all the burdens n carried, if only for a short while. A genuine smile yed on his lips as he leaned into the telephone.


    "How are you doing, sweetheart?"


    "Daddy!!" Excitement and joy overflowed in her voice. "I am doing great, Daddy!"


    "That''s really good to hear, girl."


    The conversation continued, a stream of fatherly affection and genuine interest flowing from one end of the line to the other. The little girl shared snippets of her life in the hospital, and as the game intended, this connection served as a respite for n''s heart, momentarily easing the strains of his reality.


    Yet, amidst the conversation, the girl''s voice was overtaken by heavy coughs, her excitement reced by the worrisome sound of difort. n''s smile faltered, concern tugging at his features.


    "Daddy¡­ when are you getting home?"


    A prolonged silence settled between them. Though n desperately wished to provide his daughter with thefort of an immediate reunion, he couldn''t ignore the harsh reality of his situation. However, he couldn''t shatter her hope, so he chose his words with care. "Not for a little while, sweetheart... But don''t worry, I will be back as soon as I can... Okay, sweetpea?"


    Despite her attempt to sound cheerful, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of sadness in her voice as she responded, "Okay.. daddy."


    Unfortunately, the constraints of the game dictated that each yer was only allotted a mere 10 minutes for an outgoing call. And what further irritates n was the intrusion of his inws, hijacking the final moments of his conversation with his daughter.


    "n?! This caller ID¡­ Are you really participating in the game?! What the hell n!! This shows how little care you have for your daughter! Such an irresponsible decision! Who do you thin¨C"


    Clink!


    The mechanical voice interjected, resolute and unfeeling:


    [Your 10 minutes outgoing call is over]


    Despite the unexpected intrusion and the abrupt end to the call, n found himself surprisingly unfazed by his inws'' judgmental words. His focus had shifted, and his priorities crystallized. His determination to emerge victorious in the game and secure a better future for his daughter far outweighed any other matter.


    He exhaled slowly, letting go of the residual tension before he rose from his seat with a renewed sense of purpose. He sought sce in a warm shower, letting the water wash away any lingering traces of frustration before he walked out of the apartment with new vigor.


    #####


    With slightly over two hours remaining until themencement of the next round, n retraced his steps to the Training Ground, his curiosity piqued about the progress of hispanions.


    Contrary to expectations, the training ground was bustling with activity, its space filled with more than a thousand yers fervently using these final moments to refine their skills. Everyone was determined to make the most of the impending round, with the hopes of securing the bonus rewards provided by the facility and the US military.


    Amidst the organized chaos, n spotted the familiar figure of Sergeant Dn O''Connor. The man was energetically addressing the crowd to finalize thest few slots for yers chosen to join the military.


    n''s gaze swept across the scene, and his attention stopped at the colossal screen prominently disying the ongoing leaderboard.


    [Melee Combat Test]


    [Rank 27 - Milo Tagliano]


    [Rank 28 - n D''Angello]


    n couldn''t help but acknowledge the subtle surprise that tugged at him. While he had anticipated that his ranking might decrease as more participants entered thepetition, he hadn''t quite foreseen Milo Tagliano would surpass his score.


    "That''s Great!!"

 Chapter 60 Progress

    <h4>Chapter 60 Progress</h4>


    n''s enthusiasm soared as he discovered that each of hispanions remained devoted to their training, even as the imminent second round of the game approached.


    Eager to witness their progress, he made his way toward the outdoor shooting range, where the familiar sound of gunshots punctuated the air. There, he observed Vicky diligently applying the same trick n did at the training mission. With her expert level [Small Firearm] skill, she executed his method perfectly, resulting in outstanding scores during the first two shooting tests.


    Vicky''s expertise shone even brighter in the stress test. Through quick adaptation and practice, she familiarized herself with the rugged terrain, leveraging her handgun to secure a score that earned her a well-deserved Rank B reward.


    [Rank 438 - Victoria Collins]


    Despite herbored breath and the sheen of sweat on her forehead, Vicky''s triumphant smile radiated a charm that garnered apuse from fellow yers. Emerging from the shooting range, she spotted n and hastened to his side. "n, finally B rank!! I told you I can do it!" Her voice carried a blend of aplishment and pride.


    Amid the cheers of their peers, n reciprocated her smile and extended his genuine congrattions. "That''s amazing, Vicky."


    The joy on Vicky''s face expanded at n''s words, and her pride was palpable as she basked in the recognition. "Have you seen the others!?"


    Intrigued, n allowed Vicky to guide him toward the closebat training area while she shared updates about theirpanions'' performances.


    In the realm of long-range missions, both Milo and Daniel demonstrated their prowess by achieving Rank B status. Despite not excelling in shooting uracy, Milo''s robust physique and exceptional endurance tranted into impressive scores during the stress tests. On the other hand, Daniel''s agility and his unusual [Athletics] skill allowed him to excel in speed-based challenges, securing an excellent time score.


    Before Vicky could provide further updates, they transitioned to the meleebat arena, and n''s excitement intensified.


    There, he witnessed a transformation in his student Daniel''s approach tobat. No longer wielding his familiar spear, Daniel had adopted a new strategy, wielding two small axes as his weapons of choice.


    The sight of Daniel confidently handling the axes in closebat captivated n''s attention.


    It was a testament to Daniel''s growth and adaptability that he had ovee his previous apprehensions about short-rangebat. Other than just using the axes for parrying and attacking, Daniel had harnessed their potential by incorporating throwing techniques into his strategy.


    His proficiency was evident as he skillfully hurled the axes at opponents, capitalizing on his agility and his understanding of movement from his days in football games, he would aggressively charge toward his target pick up the thrown axe and fight once more. The result was a remarkably high-Rank B score.


    Overwhelmed with satisfaction, n''s admiration for Daniel''s progress was undeniable. He couldn''t help but reminisce about Daniel''s hesitations and challenges in embracing closebat styles in his previous lives.


    "Mr. D, did you see that? Did you see that?!!" Daniel''s excitement reverberated through his words, his tion contagious.


    n''s response was swift and brimming with pride. "Yes, well done, Daniel!"


    The culmination of their efforts had led both Daniel and Vicky to sessfully attain Rank B in both the long-range and closebat tests. Their hard work and determination had paid off, and the aplishment was evident in their faces illuminated with satisfaction.


    Meanwhile, the imposing figure of Milo, the Italian boxer,manded attention as he engaged in intense hand-to-handbat and showcased his wrestling skills against the level 6 opponents. n, along with others, watched Milo''s swift and powerful movements, which allowed him to triumph over all adversaries at that level before choosing to conclude the sparring session.


    [Rank 25 - Milo Tagliano]


    His high rank in the tests granted him the honor of being invited to the militarymand center, an experience reminiscent of n''s own.


    It only took him minutes inside and he return with a direct answer without being asked. "No i am not joining the military, never suits me," he said.


    On the other hand, he showed the group a new item in his possession - [Metal gloves]. This equipment not only bolstered his melee attack power but also provided him with protective armguards that offered defensive capabilities. It was a fortuitous reward, considering its potential to enhance Milo''sbat prowess when facing opponents wielding weapons.


    Their camaraderie and shared sesses were apparent as the trio exchanged proud smiles, eagerly anticipating n''s promise to include them in his party for the uing Apocalypse game round.


    Seeing their determination, n has no reason to reject them. He was more than prepared to ept their request to join him. However, just as he was about to address their aspirations, a figure approached from behind. It was Luis, the Mexican yer, his demeanor grave as he expressed his disappointment. His scores hadn''t met the desired level of achievement, cing him at the bottom of Rank C in both the long-range and closebat categories. His initial inclination was to withdraw from the team, deeming himself unworthy.


    In a decisive moment, n intervened, quelling Luis''s self-doubt with reassuring words. "Don''t worry, Luis. I could use your help with something else."


    The Mexican man''s response was marked by gratitude, his gratitude expressed in his native tongue. "Gracias, Se?or n, gracias!" The camaraderie and mutual respect within the group were palpable, as they acknowledged the formation of an official team, united by their shared purpose andmitment to survival.


    Simultaneously, the digital disy revealed that only an hour remained until themencement of the second round. The non-yable characters (NPCs) had ceased admitting yers into the training missions, a clear sign that preparations were reaching their climax. The final scores of the participants had also been tallied, painting a vivid picture of thepetition''s oue.


    The statistics were unveiled:


    [Closebat training missions]


    [Number of yers participating: 3821]


    [A rank - 38]


    [B rank - 675]


    [C rank - 2451]


    [Long-range training mission]


    [Number of yers participating: 4148]


    [A rank - 67]


    [B rank - 832]


    [C rank - 2671]


    These figures hinted at a significant achievement ¨C n''spanions had securely positioned themselves within the top 30% of the surviving participants. Considering the formidable presence of over 30 veterans and a thousand soldier-mercenarybinations among the yers, their aplishment was unquestionably impressive.


    n couldn''t ignore the truth that even though his assistance in the first round had provided the crucial XP boost, their current sess was a testament to their unwavering determination and relentless effort.


    He looked over the figure one more time and tried to familiarize himself with the name of all top A-rank yers. To his surprise, a name he wasn''t familiar with caught his attention as it upied a remarkably high rank.


    As he pondered the unexpected ranking, a new name surfaced on the leaderboard of the long-range weapon test. This sudden appearance intrigued him, and he shifted his gaze to the range weapon test section.


    [Rank 20 - Rose]


    "Rose!?" n''s brow arched in surprise. The name stood out due to its simplicity ¨C single-word usernames were unusual within the game. This realization stirred his memory; he was certain he had nevere across such a name in his previous life.


    This finding also indicated that Rose was likely a novice yer like himself. Intrigued, n''s attention shifted to the shooting range just outside the window, where he hoped to spot the mysterious female. He observed an athletic figure, cloaked in a baseball cap and dark sses, embodying an air of mystery.


    An irrepressible smile tugged at n''s lips. The idea that his inadvertent involvement might have yed a role in saving skilled yers like Rose kindled a sense of gratification within him.


    However, his musings were abruptly interrupted by the authoritative voice of Sergeant Dn O''Connor resonating through the air. The sergeant called all participants to assemble at the Port town za ¨C a gathering meant to provide a final briefing before themencement of the second round.


    As n moved toward the designated meeting point, the countdown disyed on his game interface showed that there were now only 50 minutes left until the beginning of the next phase of the game.


    "Let''s hurry, we need to discuss our n together," ns said to the group.


    x x x x x x x

 Chapter 61 Last Hour

    <h4>Chapter 61 Last Hour</h4>


    The Central za teemed with the convergence of hundreds of yers, creating a bustling atmosphere of anticipation. Amid the assembled yers, n''s attention was drawn to the organized military contingent, their well-equipped demeanor standing in stark contrast to the numerous disordered groups scattered around.


    These ill-coordinated clusterscked any sense of unity, evident from their untamed appearance. One particrly conspicuous group stood out ¨C almost a hundred individuals donning identical red bandanas on their heads or arms. This was none other than The Blood Patriot.


    As n navigated through the diverse crowd, his presence seemed to catch the eyes of a few among The Blood Patriot. The familiarity of his performance in the game led some heads to turn, and in a fleeting moment, he caught the leader of The Blood Patriot, Marcus Wright, ncing his way.


    A small internal voice encouraged n to approach Marcus for a conversation, yet he hesitated, deciding against it for now. "Not right now," he murmured to himself, allowing the thought to pass.


    Amid the lively milieu, the group eventually reached the central hub of the za. Among the yers, Luis''s voice rang out as he announced that the US military was providing free rations to all participants ¨C each yer receiving two cans of food. "Wow, I didn''t realize our government would be this generous!" eximed Luis, embodying the surprise of many.


    n couldn''t help but smile as he observed the buzz of activity. This gesture underscored that the military had indeed taken heed of his n. Witnessing the military distribute over 8000 rations, he was impressed, realizing that this act must have significantly depleted their food reserves.


    Meanwhile, Captain Carter took the spotlight, delivering a briefing that emphasized the significance of unity in conquering the uing round. Observing the gathered yers, n could only hope that these additional 4000 participants would take these words to heart and work coboratively.


    Once they had secured their rations, a group of five figures made their approach ¨C it was The Crimson Gunner and his cohorts, the rednecks. A palpable air of intrigue enveloped both groups as they converged. Merle, known as The Crimson Gunner, cast a nce toward n, his expression a blend of curiosity and resignation. "Alright¡­ we are here," he exhaled, his tone a mixture of eptance and impatience. "Go on then¡­ tell me your n."


    n studied Merle for a moment before shifting his gaze to the four individuals standing behind him. An air of skepticism seemed to emanate from the group. "Are you sure you will bring them too?" he questioned, his tone slightly pointed. "The agreement was only for you!"


    A visible ripple of annoyance coursed through the group, revealing the tight-knit bond they shared. Merle''s response was straightforward, "They will go where I go." The certainty in his voice showcased his leadership among them.


    Among Merle''s group were four distinct individuals. There was Russ, a middle-aged man sporting a mustache, exuding an air of rugged experience. Then came Boyd, his hair disheveled, embodying a wiry sort of energy. A short-haired blonde female named Ruth possessed a penchant for colorfulnguage. Lastly, there was Wyatt, a young man whose age mirrored that of Daniel.


    n''s gaze rested on the group, his expression resolute. "Alright then, as long as they follow my orders," he affirmed, his tone carrying a weight of seriousness.


    The conversation continued, the rednecks exhibiting an eagerness to execute the n. "Just tell us the n, and we will do it!" one of them eximed with characteristic directness.


    n''s response was measured. "Not here," he calmly stated, a signal to step away from the bustling za. With purposeful steps, he led the group to the nearest bar, where a quieter ambiance provided a more conducive setting for a focused discussion.


    Once situated, n addressed the group, his demeanor resolute. "Ok, now listen carefully," he began, setting the stage for his detailed exnation of the intricate n that would guide their actions in the uing round.


    Having received confirmation that the military was in alignment with his strategy, n''s confidence surged, motivating him to divulge the intricate details of his n to the assembled group. All eyes were on him, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation painting the expressions of his listeners. From his pocket, he retrieved a folded white paper, which he carefully unfurled to reveal a rough map.


    As he spread out the paper before them, he assumed an air of mysterious importance. "This is the simplification area of the second round," he dered a hint of mischievousness in his voice. "Don''t ask me how I got it... it''s a top government secret!" He gestured grandly to the map, pushing it toward the attentive, if somewhat bewildered, assembly, watching their reactions with an amused twinkle in his eye.


    Amid the audience, Victoria''s expression bore a tinge of skepticism, a testament to her cautious nature. But the rest of the group absorbed n''s words with varying degrees of eptance. The aura of closeness n seemed to share with the US military seemed to lend credibility to his ims. Daniel and Luis, driven by abination of trust and a desire to seed, readily embraced the information. Meanwhile, the response from the rednecks was predictably diverse.


    One of the rednecks chimed in with enthusiasm "I knew it!! This is a government conspiracy!" His conviction was rooted in a deep-seated mistrust of government entities, a perspective that made it easy for him to believe that the authorities withheld crucial information from ordinary yers.


    Merle the Crimson Gunner weighed in with a mix of awe and jest, directed at n''s supposed connection. "I see! No wonder you could get your hands on the secret mission before. You are a governmentckey, aren''t you?!"


    Amid these varied reactions, n maintained hisposure, letting the group process the information in their own ways.


    Amidst the light-hearted banter and diverse responses, n maintained aposed smile, refraining from validating or refuting any of the theories tossed his way. Instead, he steered the discussion back to the task at hand, resuming his briefing with unwavering focus.


    With a fluid motion, n moved on to detail his n, the room''s attention squarely on him. He exined that Crimson Gunner and his band of five, along with n''s fourpanions, would form a united front. Thisposition would make up a party of ten, a feature well-known to be avable during the second mission. This configuration would ensure that they would all spawn in close proximity to one another at the start of the mission, a strategic advantage that would enable them to execute n''s n with precision.


    As n wrapped up the n''s exnation, a notification chimed in on everyone''s [Game Link], its urgency drawing their attention: [Attention: You have 10 minutes before the second-round game starts]


    Acknowledging the looming deadline, n concluded the briefing with a tone of encouragement, one that held both camaraderie and solemnity. "Good luck," he said, the words carrying the weight of the challenge ahead, "Stay alive."


    The group left the bar, stepping back into the central za that was now teeming with thousands of yers. The collective anticipation and unease hung thick in the air, visible tension etched on faces as yers whispered among themselves. Amid this sea of uncertainty, all eyes turned toward Captain Carter, who stood at the forefront, delivering his final words of motivation in an effort to dissolve the palpable apprehension.


    "We can get through this, as long as we work together."" Captain Carter''s voice boomed over the assembled crowd, infused with a determined resolve.


    These words, a beacon of unity and hope, echoed through the za, serving as a rallying call before the impending trials of the second round.


    [10 minutes are up]


    [Authenticating Element...]


    [The second round of the Apocalypse game will begin shortly...]


    [Server location: New York, America]


    [4,833 yers detected]


    [Entering Game, Round two...]


    [Human versus Human]


    [Background: Nazi Germany won the world war, leaving them to take over one-third of the world. Now, half a centuryter, they came once again to finish the job]


    [Main Quest: Stop the invading Nazi]


    [Time: 14 days]


    [Secondary Quest (Optional): Took over the town]


    [Bonus Quest (Optional): Locate and stop WMD]


    [Mission Failure Penalty: 2500 survival points]


    With the final notification popping up, all yers were automatically teleported out of the port town. The second round of Apocalypse Game, Year 5, has finally begun.

 Chapter 62 Round Two

    <h4>Chapter 62 Round Two</h4>


    [Game Start]


    As the window screen dissolved, n''s eyes slowly fluttered open, and he found himself reclined on afortable sofa within a homey living room. The room''s wooden floor, the pristine white walls, and the unpretentious yet inviting furniture all painted a vivid picture of a typical suburban American household. Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow upon the surroundings, and the gentle rustling of fresh leaves outside provided a soothing soundtrack to the tranquil morning.


    His gaze moved to the window, revealing a picturesque suburban street lined with orderly rows of houses, each one boasting well-kept greenwns and theforting shade of trees. This serene view contrasted starkly with the ominous World War-themed setting the game had presented in the quest.


    A mere 10 seconds into the game, a notification shed on n''s Game Link


    [Round Special Condition]


    [Hunger Effects Multiplier x 2]


    Unlike the previous round, whichsted only 12 hours and thus exempted yers from experiencing the effects of hunger. But it was a known status effect that a yer needed to deal with. Every 12 hours, yers were required to consume food; failure to do so would result in the onset of the hunger status effect.


    [Hunger Level 1: Stamina Regeneration -10%]


    [Hunger Level 2: Stamina Regeneration -30%]


    [Hunger Level 3: All Stats -20%, Stamina Regeneration -50%]


    [Hunger Level 4: All Stats -50%, Stamina Regeneration -80%]


    [Hunger Level 5: Immobility]


    [Hunger Level 6: Death]


    In a standard round, the mechanics of hunger meant that if yers didn''t eat for 72 hours, they would meet their demise. However, with the 2-time multiplier in y, this implied that the debilitating hunger effects would be added to yers every 6 hours. This elerated pace would culminate in death after a mere 36 hours of food deprivation.


    Many participants had anticipated that the second round would span several days. In preparation, some had brought along a meager supply of sustenance. However, the revtion of the 2-times multiplier caught them off guard. Even the two rations the military provided before the game''smencement were inadequate to soothe their growing anxiety.


    In such a nerve-wracking scenario, the majority of yers instinctively gravitated toward local kitchens and diners, driven by the frantic quest for food. This behavior mirrored n''s own action from thest round. Yet, unbeknownst to most, something far more profound was unfolding beneath the surface.


    Knowing what will happen, n strode out of the house, his footsteps echoing purpose. Stepping through the front door onto the patio, his gaze was met with a truly disquieting sight.


    The canvas of blue and white sky above was marred by a scene of chaos¡ªdozens of military airnes, and thousands of parachuting soldiers. A surreal storm of humans plummeting from the sky transformed the serene neighborhood into a battleground.


    Simultaneously, a notification materialized in n''s mind.


    [Warning: Danger Will Arrive in 3 Minutes]


    [You Received F Level Quest: Do Not Get Captured]


    Summoning his resolve, n drew a deep breath and made a beeline for a parked truck on the street. Knowing it was locked and time was of the essence, he decisively shattered the window and unleashed a barrage of loud honks. The cacophonous noise rippled through the serene suburban surroundings, catching the attention of others who were still engrossed in their quest for sustenance. Calls forpanions echoed amidst the mor.


    With mounting urgency, residents spilled out of their homes, their faces registering rm as they swiftlyprehended the danger descending from above. Among them, Daniel burst out of a nearby house, his voice reaching a fever pitch as he shouted, "MR. D!!"


    At that very instant, a deafening crash reverberated through the air, and n''s instincts took over. His voice rose above the chaos,manding everyone to seek cover. "GET DOWN!!"


    Simultaneously, a fragment of the plummeting ship struck a house, igniting an explosive eruption that jolted the surroundings. The impact reverberated through the air, a visual and auditory shockwave that left everyone in its radius reeling.


    Responding with lightning reflexes, n dashed to Daniel''s side, providing support as hispanion scrambled to his feet in the aftermath of the explosion. Concern painted his features as he ensured Daniel''s safety. "Are you okay? Let''s move, now!" His words,ced with urgency, conveyed the gravity of the situation as he helped Daniel to his feet. They couldn''t afford a moment''s dy.


    In mere seconds n was leaving the truck, a dozen yers were already out on the street and one rushed toward the truck trying to drive it away.


    But before the vehicle could gain significant distance, a menacing presence emerged¡ªa group of armed men, Merle and the rednecks, stood resolute in the middle of the street, their assault rifles aimed menacingly at the retreating truck.


    "Get the fuck out of the car!"


    Merle and his group of rednecks have sessfully secured a car and were ready to go as nned. Not willing to get behind, n moved swiftly alongside Daniel, zeroing in on an aging sedan parked nearby. His hands moved deftly, making short work of hijacking the car just as the ominous crack of gunfire sounded from above.


    TAR TAR TAR TAR TAR


    His senses were on high alert, n shouted, "Take cover!" It was a warning that echoed urgently as bullets whizzed through the air, danger cascading from the sky. The paratroopers, relentless in their assault, opened fire on the ground below.


    To his astonishment, the girl from across the street, Vicky, responded with a precision shot that found its mark in one of the descending threats. Her sharpshooting prowess elicited a surge of surprise, multiple bullets hit their mark perfectly.


    The girl however was so excited that she stood up frozen in the middle of the street, bing an easy target by the other soldiers.


    "What are you waiting for? Hurry up!" n shout. With his senses on high alert, Vicky bolted toward the sedan and imed her spot, while n sought refuge behind the car, returning fire as necessary to stave off the encroaching threat.


    In the heart of the chaotic battleground, a flurry of activity unfolded. Paratroopers flooded the area, converging on the ground and readying their weapons. Amidst the tumult, a surge of yers sought refuge within the car, each driven by the desperate need for safety and escape.


    "Drive now!" n''s voice,ced with urgency, reverberated through the chaos. Time was of the essence, and every second counted.


    "What about Milo and Luis!?" Daniel eximed, his foot hesitating on the gas pedal.


    A chorus of pleas arose from the yer outside the car, and without waiting for n''s permission, Vicky swung the car doors open, letting them in.


    Bullets continued to whiz through the air, prompting n to maintain a steady barrage of cover fire to deter the advancing threats.


    In the midst of this chaotic scene, a group of paratrooper soldiers, d in grey military uniforms, had amassed, forming a line on the street. With assault rifles at hand, their gunfire relentlessly targeted the sedan, driving n, Daniel, and the rest to hunker down inside for cover. On the opposite side, the crimson gunner and his redneckpatriots were locked in a fierce firefight against another faction of soldiers.


    "Dammit!! we are pinned down!!"


    This was the risk of taking the car as it quickly be the enemybatant main target.


    n''s heart pounded as he poised himself to leap out of the car and engage the enemy. But before he could take action, a deafening crash shattered the cacophony of battle. A truck plowed through a garage door and crashed upon the group of soldiers.


    "Mr. n!! Este bien!" The voice cut through the chaos, and n''s gaze turned to see Luis, the Mexican man, in the driver''s seat of the truck. Beside him was Milo, their faces resolute and determined.


    With the path now open, n wasted no time. "Let''s go!" Themand was met with a surge of action. The sedan''s engine roared to life, the wheels spinning as it elerated forward. Beside it, the truck roared in tandem, one driven by Luis and another by Merle and his gang of rednecks.


    With determination fueling their every move, the three vehicles raced across the street, navigating the chaotdscape of battle.


    x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 63 Drive

    <h4>Chapter 63 Drive</h4>


    In the second round of the apocalypse game, the virtualndscape transformed all yers into the inhabitants of Calumet town, a tranquil ruralmunity nestled in the northeastern region of the United States. However, this picturesque setting was swiftly shattered as the first waves of a harrowing war washed ashore, plunging the town into chaos.


    With 4,833 yers and a few hundred NPCs, the once-peaceful streets of Calumet became a frenzied battleground. n understood the gravity of the situation: around 3,000 paratroopers had descended from the skies, heralding the initial thrust of assaults in a series that would persist over the next two weeks.


    The soundscape was an eerie symphony of roaring engines, stato gunshots, and thunderous explosions. Three vehicles maneuvered through the tumultuous town, their upants engaging the paratroopers in fierce skirmishes while also rescuing stragglers yers around the way.


    In an astonishingly short span, all three vehicles reached their capacity, amodating a total of 20 yers. Simultaneously, the sedan that n was driving began to emit a telltale wisp of smoke, a clear indicator of damage sustained, most likely from the recent firefight.


    Fortunately, they were in close proximity to the location n had intended to reach. n directed, "Take a left, onto the main street!" Daniel responded promptly, steering the car ordingly. Within moments, they were thrust into an unforeseen conflict.


    As the team entered this new locale, they were confronted by a far more intense sh. Here, not only were hundreds of paratroopers afoot, but they were also met by a coalition of yers led by the US military.


    The escting chaos had prompted the creation of barricades, with multiple squads of yers holding strategic positions throughout the town. The streets were now a battlefield, where these organized groups fired relentlessly at the advancing enemy, seeking to cover every corner and repel the onught. Amidst the mayhem, rallying cries urged other yers to join the defense, making it clear that this fight was a collective struggle.


    During this tumultuous period, a group of US soldiers intervened, momentarily stopping the advancing trio of vehicles. Their stern voices reverberated, "You can''t proceed further on this road. The north is too dangerous. Head back south. We are evacuating to the southern side of the town."


    The soldiers rified that the northern region had be perilously infested with enemybatants. Their primary objective was to hold off the enemy''s advance and gather as many yers as possible before seeking refuge in the south or potentially even attempting to escape to the mountains.


    n too found reassurance that the military had swiftly adopted and executed the n he prepared for them. The contrast to his previous experience was striking¡ªwhere the army had taken hours to assemble a coordinated force, this time, a well-organizedmand had been established. Additionally, the number of participants had nearly doubled to itst time, a pivotal factor contributing to the military''s effective defense.


    Addressing the group of stragglers that had joined their ranks earlier, n''s voice was firm. "Alright, you can go and join the US military now."


    Leaving with his own group, n turned to Merle and his group, he continued, "Our n is to infiltrate the north side to scavenge for supplies. If any of you are reconsidering, now is the moment to speak up."


    Thepanions'' faith in n''s strategy was unwavering, a testament to his proven leadership in their dire circumstances. In contrast, the rednecks, known for their audacity, needed no further encouragement to rally behind their seasoned veteran leader.


    In the face of their unified resolve, n''s words broke the momentary silence. "Alright, we need to move quickly," he asserted, underscoring the urgency of their mission.


    With a sense of purpose, the group sprang into action. Theymandeered the two trucks, steering them northward with resolute determination. n''s guidance served as theirpass.


    As anticipated, their journey into enemy territory was fraught with peril. Gray-uniformed Nazi soldiers unleashed a torrent of gunfire, their concerted effort aimed at thwarting the group''s progress.


    The relentless onught presented a formidable challenge, particrly while shooting from moving vehicles, whichpounded the difficulty.


    Amidst the chaos, n''s expertise shone brightly as he deftly wielded his [Glock 17], returning fire with remarkable uracy.


    TAR TAR TAR


    [Shooting: Inflicts 52 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 54 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 48 damage¡­ target died]


    [You gained 150 XP and 50 survival points]


    The enemy soldiers, each with a resolute 150 HP, remained stalwart against the onught. Even n''s amplified damage expertise in small firearms wasn''t enough to dispatch them with a single shot. Instead, their tenacity demanded a focused barrage of 3 to 4 direct hits or the precise precision of two critical strikes.


    Milo and Vicky, though determined, found it a challenge to match the seasoned skill of the Veteran gunner. This crimson-d expert demonstrated his marksmanship prowess, delivering a sequence of well-ced headshots. With abination of his [Soldier Spirits] ss abilities, his shots zeroed in on enemy vulnerabilities, effectively neutralizing targets and creating fleeting gaps amidst the chaos.


    On the other hand, n was impressed with Luis, the Mexican man''s driving skill, if it wasn''t because of him there would most likely be casualties already.


    While they couldn''t eliminate a vast number ofbatants, their strategic assault allowed them to cut through the enemy ranks. Amidst the chaos, n''s rapid firing resulted in three fallen adversaries, a testament to his uracy under duress.


    "We are, here!" n eximed before telling the group to drive to the back of a hardware store and hide the trucks.


    Amid the changed atmosphere, Luis inquired with urgency, "Are we going to scavenge for food?"


    n''s response was swift and pragmatic, his focus unwavering. "No, Unfortunatly, There is no time for that."


    n told everyone to move toward the back while he himslef rushed to get a few rope from the stores.


    The crimson gunner, as if sensing the urgency, promptly assumed to assess the perimeter. From a distance, his fingers signaled a message, raised to indicate a mere three minutes before potential enemy reinforcements could arrive.


    With a shared resolve, the group held their breath, aware that their time was limited and the stakes were high. The impending danger urged them to act swiftly, united in their determination to persevere through the dire circumstances.


    To the astonishment of the group, n moved with purpose toward a towering garbage bin at the back of the store. His hands pushed aside refuse until he revealed a concealed treasure¡ªa sewer ess point, nestled inconspicuously amidst the detritus.


    "Quickly, everyone, enter!" n''s voice rang out urgently. The collective urgency propelled the group forward, each member descending into the dark abyss one by one. As Merle made his way down, n''s measured movements ensured the lid was securely reced, just in the nick of time before the mor of soldiers approached, their boots resonating on the ground above.


    "We are safe here," n said.


    In the depths of the sewers, thepanions found themselves in a tunnel that stretched wide enough for a person to traversefortably. The environment was one of difort¡ªshadows enveloping them, grime clinging to the walls, and an unmistakable odor of decay mingling with the air. n, unperturbed, took the lead, his steps echoing through the subterranean passage.


    The journey unfolded with a steadfast pace, the passage seeming interminable. The journey of an hour traversed time and distance, the group venturing further into the bowels of the earth. Amidst the darkness and the incessant drip of water, the redneck girl''s voice pierced the air,den with frustration, "Where the hell are you taking us?"


    In response, n''s voice carried a reassuring calmness, the embodiment of leadership that quelled the rising unease. "We''re almost there,"


    With careful deliberation, n checked and rechecked his bearings, ensuring their path remained unobstructed. And then, as if guided by an innate sense of direction, he issued aposed deration, "We have arrived." The words fell upon their ears like a wee melody, and their hope reignited. But the journey was not over for everyone.


    With a discerning gaze, n locked eyes with Merle, inviting him to apany him on a reconnaissance mission. Their task was clear¡ªto assess the surroundings, to evaluate the situation, and to ensure the safety of theirrades.


    x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 64 The Plan

    <h4>Chapter 64 The n</h4>


    n''s guidance led them to the northeastern corner of the town, where a sprawling factoryplex stood in close proximity to the bustling port. Emerging from the sewer''s depths, n and Merle found themselves in a tense situation.


    Their initial moments of emergence were disrupted as their eyes caught a group of Nazi soldiers moving with urgency across the vastplex. It took only a matter of minutes for Merle to grasp the dire reality¡ªthey were enshrouded by an overwhelming number of enemy soldiers. Thepound seemed to teem with hundreds of them, a sea of gray uniforms and ominous purpose.


    n''s demeanor remainedposed as he replied, "Just follow me and stay in the shadows."


    The rationale behind n''s decision to bring only the Crimson Gunner became apparent¡ªtheir shared umon skill, [Sneak]. The Crimson Gunner had attained an advanced level, while n''s proficiency was at the Expert level, boosted by his Superior item, the [Night Cloak]. With their extensive experience and skill, they maneuvered between theplex''s buildings with stealth, until they reached a towering three-story structure.


    "Let''s enter this building," n suggested.


    With the Crimson Gunner in the lead, his perception skills of a high C rank acting as their guide, they sought to assess the area. However, a challenge presented itself¡ªthere were no windows on the building''s first floor, leaving the gunner to rely solely on his acute sense of hearing.


    "I don''t hear anything," the gunner reported, his voice tinged with uncertainty.


    Recognizing the potential risks of relying solely on the gunner''s hearing, n''s decision was one of cautious thoroughness. In an effort to ensure the sess of their mission, he opted to take an extra step by pressing his palm against the door¡ªa move that left the gunner astounded and astonished.


    With a faint, ethereal glow emanating from his arm, n activated a spell that caught the gunner off guard.


    [Enhance Sense]


    As the spell activated, n found his sense turn heighten to the point he can feel the space behind the door. The anticipation was palpable until n''s quiet voice finally broke the silence.


    "Yes, you are right, the building is empty," to Merle''s astonishment, n casually opened the door, an act that defied any preconceptions about his capabilities.


    "How on earth is a novice like you capable of using magic?" Merle''s incredulity was evident in his words.


    The revtion was indeed surprising, particrly for the gunner, who had witnessed firsthand n''s aptitude for sneaking, shooting, andbat with a dagger. n addressed the question nonchntly, as though it were an everyday urrence.


    "My spirit only E rank, pretty weak actually. It increases 30% of my perception at most"


    The exnation didn''t suffice to quench the gunner''s curiosity, but the need for absolute quietude prevailed. Merle chose to suppress his inquiries, prioritizing the mission at hand.


    As n assumed the lead once again, he made a strategic choice to maintain the active spell. The spell''s effectivenessy in its ability to transcend the limitations of normal senses, especially considering n''s rtively low perception attribute. While the spell''s power depended on his spirit attribute''s level, it offered a unique advantagepared to skills with cooldowns. As long as n ensured a sufficient reserve of spirit points, he could keep the spell continually active.


    Upon reaching the third floor and confirming its emptiness, n paused to check his attributes.


    [Spirit Points: 42/60]


    The utilization of the low-level spell had depleted 18 spirit points in a mere three minutes. n spected that a period of around 15 minutes would be necessary for his spirit points to regenerate.


    "What are we doing here!?" Merle asked again.


    Ignoring the gunner''s questioning gaze, n''s steps led him to a window that framed the sprawling bay area of the town. Through the ss, the scene that unfolded before him was nothing short of staggering.


    A dozen transport boats were docking at the port''s edge, unleashing an ominous cargo of thousands of Nazi soldiers, armored vehicles, and trucksden with crates. This assembly represented the formidable core of the enemy''s invasion force¡ªthe very force poised to breach the city. The weight of the impending conflict hung heavily in the air; it was a certainty that yers would be driven back or, worse yet, overwhelmed.


    Merle''s voice broke the silence, riddled with incredulity and apprehension. "You''ve got to be out of your mind, why are you bringing us here?? What''s your n here?"


    n''s response was measured, his gaze locked on the unfolding scene below. "Wait... wait..." he murmured, his index finger rising to point toward a cluster of trucks. There were ten of them in total, eachden with wooden crates. As these trucks rumbled closer, the weight of n''s intentions began to crystallize. The convoy, with unwavering determination, moved to deposit their load within the nearby warehouse building.


    A subtle, triumphant smile tugged at the corner of n''s lips. He turned to face Merle saying "You understand now?"


    Merle''s retort was muted by the sheer audacity of n''s n. It was evident that n intended to steal the enemy''s supplies¡ªa gambit that was audacious in its conception, yet brimming with potential rewards if executed with precision.


    In his previous life, n had been well-versed in the enemy tactics¡ªthe timing of their arrival and the strategic locations of their arsenal. Snatching their supplies held implications far beyond arming their own faction of yers; it struck at the core of the enemy''s stockpile, a move that could considerably undermine their fighting prowess.


    With a sinct exnation, n conveyed the foundation of his audacious scheme. After securing Merle''s agreement¡ªa testament to the extent of their trust¡ªthe duo meticulously surveyed the area. They marked the patrols, assessed the guards'' watch patterns, determined the points of entry and exit, and developed exit strategies. Their preparations were meticulous, their every move a step towards a calcted gamble that could reshape the course of the conflict.


    And as the shadows lengthened and the moon began its ascent, n and Merle slipped from their vantage point, retracing their steps back into the sewer.


    n meticulously detailed his borate n to the group. He leaned over a makeshift table, sketching a rudimentary map of the factoryplex. His strokes were measured, each line carefully drawn to replicate the buildings, passages, and guard routes thatposed their target area.? With earnest focus, he allocated roles to each member, matching tasks with their strengths and skills. Even Merle, a seasoned survivor in his own right, was struck by n''s strategic prowess.


    Vicky''s eyes widened with each exnation, her lips curling into an incredulous smile. "It''s easy to understand, I guess you really are a teacher,"


    As he wrapped up hisprehensive n, n''s? "We wait for the opportune moment. Just before dusk, we''ll set everything into motion."


    Merle''s pragmatic voice pierced the air, his concern evident. "Your n''s solid, n, but let''s face it ¨C against those numbers, how long can we really hold out? Their reinforcements will likely swarm in hundreds"


    "You''re correct" he acknowledged. "I''m estimating that, at most, we''ll have around 15 minutes window"


    Merle''s skepticism persisted, his brows furrowing in thought. He countered, proposing that even 10 minutes might be an optimistic estimate given the overwhelming enemy presence. Yet before Merle''s uncertainty could settle, n interjected with an air of subtle intrigue. "No need to fret. I''ve got another trick up my sleeve."


    The enigmatic promise hung in the air, stirring a mix of curiosity and anticipation among the group. n''s words were a reminder that beneath his strategic acumeny an unexpected wellspring of resourcefulness.


    Hours passed with a palpable mixture of patience and restlessness, the group biding their time in the shadowed recesses of the building. As the six-hour mark since their arrival came to pass, a simultaneous notification roused their attention:


    [You Received Status: Hunger Level One]


    Reacting to the notification, everyone retrieved their provisions, unsealing their rations and partaking in a meal. Despite their hunger''s persistent murmur, none among them was in dire straits. Their stockpile of food remained adequate, a reassurance amid their mounting tensions.


    The meal concluded Merle''s impatience resurfaced, his restlessness evident. "It''s a good time as any, we should start now!''


    n''s steady hand gestured for patience. "Hold on, let''s wait for a bit more"


    In the midst of these words, an unexpected event rippled through the air ¨C the distant echoes of an explosion, muffled yet perceptible. The group''s heads snapped in the direction of the sound, rm evident in their expressions. "What''s happening?" someone uttered in shared bewilderment.


    n''s calm demeanor prevailed "It''s time" he announced calmly, his voice resonating with purpose. "Now, we move."

 Chapter 65 Inflitrate

    <h4>Chapter 65 Inflitrate</h4>


    Cachello Trejo, the rank-one veteran yer of the New York server and leader of the ck Sand mercenaries, took everyone by surprise when he led an attack against the Nazi headquarters. He was joined by twenty-five skilled merceneries, including five veteran yers.


    The locations to strike and the perfect timing for the assault were all carefully detailed within n''s n. This was the unexpected twist that n had been preparing for, an event that he witness in his previous life.


    Merle, the skilled Crimson gunner, was left speechless as he saw arge group of enemy soldiers rushing away towards a spot that was already aze to the south. At this sight, n turned to him and said, confirming their readiness to proceed, "Do you believe me now?"


    Without any hesitation, Merle signaled his team to leave the safety of the sewer and follow through with the n. However, n had one more surprise up his sleeve for Merle. He took out a valuable item and handed it to the gunner ¨C his prized Crimson M16.


    "Take it, I need you at your peak performance"," n said, his voice carrying the weight of the situation. The M16 was a superior item, and n handed it over to Merle without waiting for a response. With the unspoken understanding between them, they continued on their way toward the designated warehouse.


    "Let''s proceed as we''ve nned, stay cautious," n instructed, as the group prepared to execute their risky n.


    The warehousey before them, marked by four entrances that held the key to their sess. Their entire n hinged on their ability to secure the premises swiftly, forestalling any possibility of the Nazis summoning reinforcements. Understanding the gravity of their task, they organized themselves into well-defined groups, each with a specific role to y.


    The four "rednecks" positioned themselves along the southern perimeter, armed with a mastery of long-range weapons that made them ideal for spotting and intercepting any iing reinforcements. Their task was two-fold: to act as the eyes of the operation, detecting any signs of enemy movement, and to hold the line when the situation called for it.


    On the flip side, Milo, Vicky, Daniel, and Luis strategically positioned themselves at the back and side alleys. Their role was to act as a responsive support unit, waiting with bated breath for the call to join the fray within the warehouse itself. Their positioning allowed them to cover multiple angles, ensuring that no blind spots remained unchecked.


    As for the duo of n and Merle had the unenviable task of infiltrating the warehouse. Their mission involved securing the two side entrances in stealth. When?the group stood in their designated positions, a jolt of surprise rippled through them as a notification chimed in unison.


    [You have met the prerequisite to start your bonus mission]


    [Hidden Quest Activated].


    [You received D level quest: Take out the invader''s supplies].


    Such notification gave extra motivation for the group to do the task, n however found himself grappling with a mixture of determination and anxiety. The ssification of this quest as "D level" signaled a substantial challenge, potentially ranking it as one of the major quest levels for the current round. With their positions locked in and the mission already set in motion, n''s only recourse was to trust that the diversion masterminded by the ck Sand mercenaries would serve its purpose.


    Wasting no precious moments, n''s swift actions were guided by a heightened intuition as he promptly activated his [Enhance Sense] ability, attuning himself to the unseen presence of the enemy within the warehouse. With caution in every movement, he withdrew his gleaming [Arming Sword] in preparation for the uing confrontation.


    His thoughts raced as he assessed the situation "Two behind the door, one at 20 meters, and another at 30 meters." This whispered reconnaissance served as both a mental map and a strategy, preparing him for the careful act he was about to perform.


    Stepping into the shadows, n moved with fluid grace. He caught sight of his target: a soldier draped in a grey uniform, back turned as if unwittingly inviting his fate. The atmosphere seemed to hum with anticipation as if holding its breath in the face of an imminent sh.


    As his gaze fixed upon the soldier, information seamlessly streamed into his [Gamelink], each detail a piece of the puzzle. A notification emerged in his consciousness, detailing the enemy before him:


    [Trained Soldier]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: E]


    [Remarks: Soldiers trained to kill on sight]


    n recognized the elevated challenge this foe posedpared to the soldier he fought at the UN building;?a superior defense rating, and increasebat ability.


    Undeterred, n''s resolve fortified. He triggered his [Light Steps] ability. His heart raced as he lunged forward with calcted precision. With every ounce of strength, heunched a sneak attack.


    SPLLAAATT!!


    The arcing swing of his sword culminated in a piercing thrust, his de piercing the soldier''s vital organ. The assault unfolded in a heartbeat:


    32 sword base damage, augmented by a 50% expert sword bonus damage, a 25% bonus for a sneak attack, and a two-fold multiplier for a lethal attack bonus given a huge damage to its target.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 110 damage],


    The system announced as the soldier''s form crumbled, incapacitated by the swift and merciless strike.


    In the blink of an eye, n followed through, his weapon tracing a deadly arc. The second stab met its mark, the de finding purchase as the soldier''s resistance ebbed away.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 48 damage¡­ target died]


    As the reverberations of his actions hung in the air, a second soldier''s presence stirred. With seamless fluidity, he engaged his [Lunge Strike] ability. The de swept through the air its path converging with the second soldier''s neck. With a series of rapid shes, n sealed the soldier''s fate.


    In less than a quarter of a minute, two trained soldiers met their end at n''s hands.


    [You gained 400 XP and 200 survival points],


    n executed his move so quietly that the guard on the second step of the stairs barely had time to process what was happening. Before the guard even noticed hisrades were gone, n was already right beside him, swiftly neutralizing him.


    From a raised tform, n had a clear view. On the opposite side, he saw another figure. Just as the guard began to react, a soft whirr was heard and he was struck by a bullet. It was from Crimson Gunner''s modified silencer that was added to his Golden M16.


    n noted how efficient Crimson Gunner was. He took out the enemy for a distance but was able to quickly catch him before he could fall and make noise, ensuring their stealth remained upromised.


    From this vantage point, they both had an eagle-eye view of the entire area. They could see every soldier patrolling around the crates below. n started counting them quietly, "Five... six... seven more."


    Communicating without words, n and Crimson Gunner used well-practiced hand signals. They silently agreed on their next targets. To them, these soldiers seemed unprepared and out of their league. The duo made their way, taking down each one, methodically and silently.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 48 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 52 damage¡­ target died]


    [You gained 600 XP and 300 survival points],


    Once they were confident that no more threats were inside, it was time to move on to their next objective.


    Approaching the warehouse''s back door, n gave a soft knock, a prearranged signal. The door opened slightly, and four of hispanions slipped inside.


    "Ohh my god, you didn''t leave any for us?" Vicky responds with a frown realizing all the threat inside has been dealt with so quickly.


    "Alright, everyone knows the n!" n whispered with an assertive tone.


    Immediately, the team began their search, prying open crate after crate. Inside, they found a treasure trove of weaponry: assault rifles, sleek handguns, explosive grenades, and boxes filled to the brim with ammunition.


    All were enough to make a gun fanatic like Merle excited, unfortunately, he just realized one main problem. "There are too many of them!? how are we going to take them!"


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    Written by Avans, Published exclusively by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,

 Chapter 66 Warehouse

    <h4>Chapter 66 Warehouse</h4>


    Once they had sessfully taken control of the warehouse, their primary concern became the logistics of transporting the plethora of containers scattered around.


    n surveyed the vast expanse of the warehouse, his eyes darting from one container to the next. "We''re looking at over 30 containers,"


    Merle, pacing back and forth, eximed in exasperation, "How in the world are we going to move them all?!"


    Each yer had their own limitations. Depending on their strength attribute, an empty bag could typically amodate between 5 to 10 guns and their associated ammunition.? They could utilize their upper body strength to carry more, stretching their arms out to their sides or even crafting rudimentary bags out of whatever materials they could find. However, even in the best-case scenario, they could only hope to transport about double the original amount.


    Luis the Mexican yer interrupts offering an idea "Bro...why not get a truck or some sort of vehicle?" He turn excited as he added "Better yet! What about one of those armored transports we saw a few blocks back?"


    n shook his head. "No, vehicles are out of the question," he stated firmly. He had been down that road before and knew all too well the pitfalls it presented. A vehicle, even an armored one, would be a double-edged sword. The moment its engine roared to life, it would act as a beacon, alerting the multitude of Nazi soldiers who currently infested the city streets. Trying to navigate such a vehicle through thebyrinth of enemy patrols was a suicide mission.


    Merle''s frustration was palpable. He looked around at the vast arsenal of weapons, their cold steel glinting under the dim warehouse lights. It felt agonizing to have so much firepower at their disposal and yet, seemingly, no way to get it to where it was needed.


    Recognizing Merle''s growing unease, n approached him and said "Calm down, just follow the n"


    The atmosphere in the warehouse grew tense as the crimson gunner, his face shadowed beneath his hat, looked at n with a wary expression. "You better be right about this"


    n met the gunner''s gaze, understanding the weight of their predicament. Turning towards Vicky and Milo, he said, "Both of you, be careful"


    The beautiful brte shed a confident grin "You can count on us."


    With their roles set, the trio moved in unison, their synchronized steps echoing faintly in the vastness of the warehouse. Just as they began their mission, the front door creaked open, revealing two rugged-looking men.? The two rednecks, were there to assist with the daunting task inside, while the other two stood outside, guarding the perimeter.


    n look upon the four yers in front of him and said "Alright, we''ve got 10 minutes. Let''s get as much out of here as we can."


    With practiced ease, n began instructing them. He pulled out tarps and ropes thaty scattered around and demonstrated how to craft makeshift bags. "Prioritize the ammunition and handguns," he ordered.


    While the assault rifles were undeniably more potent, they were also cumbersome. In terms of efficiency and weight, handguns were the clear winner.


    Amidst the flurry of activity, n''s eyes fell upon a stash of grenades. Without hesitation, he began filling his own bag, the cold, metal orbs weighing it down. Once satisfied, he beckoned to a young man Daniel, signaling for him to follow him upstairs.


    Outside, the amber hues of the setting sun painted the horizon, the tranquility of the scene starkly contrasting the chaos erupting in Calumet''s southern sectors. The sounds of distant gunfire and explosions hinted at the fierce battle where the ck Sand Mercenaries were engaged.


    n wasted no time. From his stash, he retrieved ropes he''d earlier scavenged from a hardware store. His fingers worked quickly and efficiently, crafting a rudimentary pulley system to hoist the loaded bags up to the roof. It was a race against time, and every second counted.


    Seven minutes has passed before the distinctive sound of rustling ropes heralded the arrival of the first bag on the roof. The ambient noise of distant warfare was a persistent reminder of their precarious situation.


    Daniel, whose eyes were wide, betrayed a rare moment of anxiety. In his grip, a rod with an attached long rope swayed slightly, reflecting the weight of the responsibility resting on his shoulders.


    "There!"


    n drew Daniel''s attention. Following n''s outstretched hand, he noticed an opening in the distance, roughly 150 yards away to the east, near the bustling port. A faint, rhythmic light blinked back at them from that direction¡ªVicky''s signal.


    The realization of what he had to do made Daniel''s heart race. He stared at the vast expanse separating them from the target, and a shadow of doubt crept into his voice. "I''m not sure, Mr. D¡­ That''s... it''s a lot farther than my usual throw. What if I miss?"


    n, sensing the unease, moved closer, cing a reassuring hand on the younger man''s shoulder. His voice was gentle but firm, "Daniel, you''re the top quarterback from the east coast. You''ve made throws others only dream of. If there''s anyone up for this task, it''s you."


    The words, infused with confidence and trust, resonated within Daniel. Taking a moment, he locked eyes with n, and then, turning towards the distant light, the trepidation was reced by a newfound determination.


    He retreated several paces to give himself a running start. Closing his eyes briefly, he inhaled deeply, feeling the cool night air fill his lungs. Without further hesitation, he dashed forward, and with Expert-level throwing skill,bined with a perfected throwing technique he released the rod. The weighty object sailed through the night sky, an arc of hope against the backdrop of conflict. Itnded, impressively, just a few meters shy of its intended mark.


    n, with an ecstatic grin, shouted, "Incredible throw, Daniel!" Without missing a beat, he gripped the ck of the rope, securing it firmly to the roof''s edge. Retrieving one of the weighty bags, he fashioned a swift knot and, with a push, sent it sliding along the rod, its trajectory aimed at the distant port.


    Raising his voice to be heard over the increasing din of warfare, he called out,


    "Ready the next bag!"

 Chapter 67 Take it all!

    <h4>Chapter 67 Take it all!</h4>


    In the sprawling expanse of the warehouse, shadows yed on the walls as n and his team worked diligently, filling bags with an arsenal of weapons and ammunition. The metallic clinks of bullets and gun parts created a continuous rhythm that underscored their sense of urgency.


    n, with his meticulous nature, had spent days formting this n. Merle was assigned the task of leading a secondary team into the strategic location of the port that could be their ticket out of this hellhole.


    The group''s primary objective was straightforward: Find and secure a discreet location for the weapon drop-off. Vicky would perch atop an elevated point to ry any signs of danger to the team. Milo would ensure the weapons safely descended to their rendezvous point.


    Then there was Merle''s individual mission: he would use the shadows to his advantage and separate from the group, aiming to stealthily hijack a boat. This vessel wasn''t just a means of transport; it represented hope. With the city teeming with Nazi patrols, the waterways provided the safest route of escape.


    Time seemed to blur as more and more bags, heavy with their deadly contents, glided smoothly down the ropes. Milo, on high alert, had devised a series of hand signals. Whenever a patrol loomed close, he would gesture, prompting an immediate halt in operations until the threat passed.


    "6th bag received!" The update echoed in the vast space, marking their progress.


    However, the momentary peace was shattered as the piercing sound of gunfire resonated from the front entrance. Instantly, the atmosphere grew tense. The two redneck guards posted outside were engaging with an enemy force.


    Cursing under his breath, n''s eyes shed with frustration. "Damn it, too soon!" His voice held a note of urgency. Directing Daniel to stay on task, n''s footsteps echoed loudly as he descended to the first floor. The scene that met him was one of chaos. Luis, eyes wide with terror, was clearly unprepared for the sudden assault. Beside him, the two other rednecks, fingers hovering over their weapons, looked ready to rush out and join the fray.


    Wasting no time, nmanded with a voice of authority, "No! Stay put and continue packing. I''ll deal with this!" Without waiting for a response, he bolted towards the entrance, mentally preparing for the confrontation thaty ahead.


    Emerging from the building''s rtive safety, n''s heart raced as he was met with a scene of chaos. Spread across the yard, a formidable force of at least two dozen soldiers, moving with discipline, closing in. The two rednecks, Boyd and Ruth, were desperately trying to fend them off but were clearly outmatched, their positionspromised as they found themselves pinned behind a wooden box.


    Swearing under his breath, n quickly sized up the situation. "Damn, this is worse than I thought!" he murmured. However, his years of experience had taught him to remain calm in the face of adversity. His resolve hardened, and with a swift, fluid motion, he pulled out his Glock 17 from its holster. In the midst of flying bullets and chaos, he fired at the closest assant, the deafening report of the gun echoing in the courtyard.


    Simultaneously, with practiced ease, his other hand lobbed three rounded objects into the midst of the soldiers. Recognizing the danger, n''s voice roared above the din, "Take cover!!". Three massive explosions followed in quick session, scattering debris and sending a shockwave rippling across the grounds.


    The tactical disy shed rapidly:


    [Impact: Explosion inflicted 64 damage]


    [Impact: Explosion inflicted 105 damage]


    [Impact: Explosion inflicted 98 damage]


    [Impact: Lethal Explosion inflicted 172 damage¡­ target killed]


    [Impact: Lethal Explosion inflicted 179 damage¡­ target killed]


    [You gained 400 XP and 200 survival points],


    n''s strategy had been effective. Two soldiersy motionless, while others were severely injured. He quickly understood that the increased damage from the sts was a result of his special [Pyromanic] Title, which amplified the grenade''s destructive power by 35%.


    Using the momentary advantage provided by the explosions, n yelled to Boyd and Ruth, "Get inside now!" But disaster struck. As Ruth made her dash towards the entrance, a bullet struck her leg, sending her crashing to the ground. Without hesitation, n covered the distance between them, providing suppressive fire to keep their adversaries at bay. He then hoisted the injured Ruth into his arms and carried her inside to safety.


    Inside, he immediately applied medical gauze to Ruth''s wound to stem the bleeding. The frantic atmosphere was palpable, with every member of the team knowing that time was of the essence. "How many bags?!" n demanded.


    "10 bags!" came the urgent reply.


    With determination, n instructed, "You two, move to the roof," pointing to the injured Ruth and a younger redneck named Wyatt. Their escape route was above, and they needed to ascend quickly.


    But n knew they were far from safe. More bags needed to be transported, and he positioned himself to guard the entrance. Drawing his damaged, sawed-off shotgun, he prepared for the next wave of soldiers. The first unfortunate soul to breach the doorway was met with the full force of n''s weapon. The loud st echoed in the enclosed space, and the disy shed again:


    [Shooting: Lethal attack Inflicts 162 damage.. Target died]


    [You gained 200 XP and 100 survival points],


    Despite its worn condition, the shotgun''s sheer power, enhanced by n''s firearm proficiency, dealt a fatal blow. But he was acutely aware of its limitations. With only one shot left and no time to reload, n braced himself for the next imminent confrontation.


    The second soldier barreled into the warehouse just as n''s shotgun clicked empty. With no rounds left and a lethal assault approaching, he quickly shifted tactics. Drawing his sword with a fluid motion, n met the soldier with a fierce and decisive strike. The de''s gleam was momentarily overshadowed by the falling body of the intruder.


    "Retreat! To the stairs!" n''s voice carried a clearmand. Directing the group to ascend to safety, he strategically retreated himself, using the numerous crates strewn about as cover to shield himself from the barrage of bullets. In this brief respite, he managed to reload his shotgun. But even as he pumped a round into the chamber, another soldier made the fatal error of attempting entry from the main doorway. With a deafening boom, the soldier met the same fate as his predecessors.


    Yet, n''s respite was short-lived. His acute [Enhance Sense] picked up faint footfalls, signaling an impending ambush from the nks. Arger group was encircling the warehouse, making his position increasingly untenable. Shooting rounds of suppressive fire, n dashed towards the stairwell, urging hisrades to make a swift retreat to the roof.


    From his elevated vantage point, the situation became painfully clear. The warehouse was swarming with soldiers, all moving in formation, their fingers itching at triggers. n''s heart raced, but his mind remained sharp. Knowing that this could be theirst stand, he frantically rummaged through his bag, pulling out all the grenades he had. With a rapid motion, he yanked out the pins and hurled them towards the iing horde.


    As he bolted towards the roof''s edge, a scene of chaos yed out below. But amidst the bem, n noticed Luis, the Mexican man, dangling precariously from a fraying rope. Without a second thought, he lunged, grabbing hold of Luis just as the world below them erupted in a massive inferno.


    KABOOOMMM!!!


    The earth-shattering explosion rocked the very foundation of the warehouse. The concussive wave jolted n, pain surging through him as shrapnel tore into his flesh. The st''s force severed the rope, and in a heart-stopping moment, both men found themselves plummeting through the air, crashing into the building adjacent.


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 Chapter 68 Escape

    <h4>Chapter 68 Escape</h4>


    "Where are the others!!" Vicky''s shout pierced the night, her voice filled with urgency and rm. She had just seen four rednecks sliding down the zip line one by one, the sound of their descent barely audible over the shots emanating from the warehouse.


    Her heart pounded as she tried to make sense of the situation. But before any exnations could be given, a shocking, thunderous explosion resonated through the air, its force shaking the ground beneath them. Everyone''s eyes turned skyward, just in time to see a solitary figure plummeting from the line.


    The fall was high, and every agonizing second seemed to stretch into eternity as they watched, breathless and horrified. But when the figurended, they realized, with a collective sigh of relief, that it wasn''t a lethal fall. Vicky sprinted over and found Daniel, who was dazed but alive. The two of them looked back at the ming warehouse behind them, terror in their eyes. "No! Mr. D!" Daniel''s voice cracked with emotion.


    The explosion had severed the rope, leaving n and Luis in a perilous situation. The choice was unthinkable: either fall from a tremendous height, battling the deadly pull of gravity, or be caught in the st''s fury. Both options were grim, both fraught with danger.


    "I''ll go look for them!" Vicky dered, her voice filled with determination. She was prepared to run back toward the warehouse. But as she took a few steps, the sound of multiple boots reached her ears. It was an ominous, rhythmical sound, growing louder with each passing moment.


    "OVER THERE!!" a voice shouted, and suddenly the night was alive with action.


    Weapons were fired, and the shadows seemed toe alive as dozens of enemy soldiers charged forward. The threat was immediate, and the danger palpable. Panic surged, and Vicky''s heart leaped into her throat, forcing her to back off.


    As she retreated, she quickly helped Daniel to his feet, her hands shaking with adrenaline. The four rednecks, aware of the mounting threat, readied their weapons and took aim.


    TRATATATATATA.


    The stato burst of gunfire echoed through the alley, a symphony of violence and resistance. Bullets sprayed, and the dark shapes of soldiers moved and darted, a deadly dance under the cloak of night.


    Fortunately, the narrow alleyway provided a natural choke point. With walls on either side, the confined space inadvertently became a tactical advantage for their small group. It restricted the number of enemy soldiers that could advance at once, allowing them to hold their position with a fighting chance.


    "We need to find n and Luis!" Vicky''s voice was edged with desperation.


    But Milo stop her "No," he said, "We secure the bags first. We''ll go back for them."


    The sturdy boxer swiftly held two bags, one in each hand. Milo has been walking back and forth carrying bags to the port and there were still five few of them left.


    "Hurry, follow me!" Milo ordered.


    With urgency driving their movements, Daniel and two other rednecks hastily picked up the remaining bags. Vicky and another member provided cover fire from the rear, ensuring their retreat was protected.


    The port was tantalizingly close, just 100 meters away. But it might as well have been a hundred miles, given the enemy''s presence. Their escape had been discovered, and they all knew that every step would be contested.


    Just as they anticipated, another patrol group appeared from the south, effectively cutting off their escape route. Bullets zipped past them, ricocheting off the buildings and creating a cacophony of danger. The weight of the onught pressed down on them, making the street seem like an impassable barrier.


    "Just a little bit more!" Milo shouted, a hint of urgency breaking through his normally calm demeanor. Using his impressive strength, he hurled two bags across the street. Then, raising his AK-47¡ªa weapon he''d acquired from the Item Shop¡ªhe provided the cover fire they desperately needed. "Go! Go! Go!"


    In the chaos, their numbers seemed to blur. There were seven of them, but the hefty bags they clutched rendered some of them less effective in the firefight. As they darted across the street, they became easy targets for the enemy. Bullets rained down, and not all of them missed their mark. Milo grunted in pain as two bullets found their target, but he didn''t stop.


    "We need to get out of here, more will being!" His voice was tinged with pain but resolute, reminding everyone of the dire situation they were in.


    The salty air of the port should''ve been a relief, but as Vicky and her group approached, they were met with an ominous sight. Lined up in formation, at least half a dozen Nazi soldiers stood waiting for them. Their cold, steely gazes suggested they knew of the group''s intentions. Behind the group, the relentless footfalls of the pursuing soldiers echoed, trapping them between two menacing forces.


    Tension gripped the air, but before anyone could act, a barrage of gunfire echoed from the shore. Two Nazi soldiers were instantly dropped, their lifeless forms copsing onto the hard ground. Panic seized the remaining soldiers, some of whom scrambled for cover, while others were left exposed. From the shadows, a lone figure emerged, gun zing. He moved with a purpose, systematically taking down the remaining threats with lethal efficiency.


    One of the rednecks, eyes widening in recognition, shouted, "Uncle Merle!" With renewed courage, inspired by the timely appearance of the familiar figure, the group began to fight back, working together to clear the port of any remaining threats.


    It was the Crimson Gunner, he gestured urgently toward a small boat bobbing at the dock. "Head toward the boat!" he yelled. But as they began to move, he quickly noticed the reduced number in the group. "Where''s the teacher? Where is n?"


    Vicky, catching her breath, responded, "We need to go back for them!" Her voice cracked with emotion, the weight of leaving behindrades heavy on her heart.


    But just as she said this, the unmistakable silhouettes of multiple Nazi squads began to form at the outskirts of the port. The grim realization dawned upon them: they were heavily outnumbered.


    "We can''t go back," Merle growled, his voice heavy with regret. "We have to leave, now!"


    Vicky''s heart ached, torn between the desire to save herrades and the pressing need to escape. Sensing her internal struggle, Milo, despite his injuries, firmly grabbed her arm. "n will find a way out, he will" he reassured her.


    Without another word, all eight of them mbered onto the small boat, hastily untying it from the dock. As the boat''s engine roared to life, a torrent of bullets rained down around them, the sounds of gunfire deafening in the night.


    As they pulled further away from the shore and into the open water, the immediate threat began to fade. The distant lights of the port grew fainter, and the cacophony of battle was reced by the gentlepping of waves against the boat''s hull.


    Suddenly, a notification pinged on their [gamelink], drawing their attention away from the retreating shoreline.


    [You have sessfully taken the invader''s supplies]


    [You havepleted D level quest]


    [You received D rank reward x1]


    [You received 2000 survival points, 2000 XP]


    There was another notification came after


    [You have sessfully evaded capture]


    [You havepleted F level quest]


    [You received F rank reward x1]


    [You received 300 survival points, 300 XP]


    Unfortunately, the reward and the bags they manage to steal were not enough to ease the group''s concern about their left-behind members


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    Amidst the smoky haze and the orange glow of the burning warehouse, a dpidated structure stood, its roof sagging under the weight of time. Beneath its broken tilesy n and Luis, both unconscious, their bodies covered in a thinyer of dust and soot.


    Suddenly, their wrists vibrated. The soft glow of their [gamelink] devices illuminated their faces, showing notifications:


    [You have sessfully taken the invader''s supplies]


    [You level up to level 17]


    The vibration, along with the faint glow of the messages, stirred n from his daze. His head throbbed with pain, and he could feel the warmth of his own blood. Without hesitation, he retrieved his [Medical gauze] from his inventory and patched up his wounds as well as the slowly rousing Luis''.


    "Ah... Se?or n... are we... dead !?" Luis mumbled, his eyes still half-closed.


    "We are not.. but if you keep making noise we would" n whispered urgently, his eyes darting towards the window. The eerie glow of the fire revealed scenes of pandemonium outside the warehouse aze, soldiers yelling and dragging injuredrades.


    Taking advantage of the momentary respite, n essed his status:


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 17: 16860/18000]


    [Health points: 112/200]


    [Spirit points: 60]


    [Stamina: 75%]


    [Survival Points: 5760]


    [You have two attribute points to distribute]


    [You have 1x D rank reward]


    A small smile crept across n''s face. Not only had he been awarded for their mission''s sess, but it seemed that the earlier explosion had inadvertently earned him credits for eliminating enemy soldiers.


    However, that satisfaction was short-lived. The notification about the sessful quest implied that the others had escaped. They were stranded, and the encircling danger was drawing ever closer.


    Luis, looking more aware but equally concerned, whispered, "Se?or n, "What should we do now?!"


    In the midst of the chaos outside, an audacious n began to form in n''s mind. "Luis," he began with a determined look, "let me see your stats".


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 Chapter 69 The Mexican

    <h4>Chapter 69 The Mexican</h4>


    H! Luis Pena here, the man of many talents. please, grab a seat and hear my story of tacos, trials, and triumphs!


    I was born in San Mateo, Mexico, and raised by the most incredible mother. She had this way of making life feel like a fiesta, even when the pot was more hole than metal. We were poor, but rich inughter. Before she passed away, she whispered her dream into my ear, "Be someone great, Luisito."


    I knew what I had to do ¨C be the Mexican Superman!


    So, I crossed the border into America, eager to follow my dream. No, I didn''t fly or wear a cape (I tried, but it got caught in the fence), but I arrived, and the fun began.


    First stop: the world of fast food. Imagine me, a boy from San Mateo, flipping burgers like a pro! Then came the nights, filled with deliveries. My trusty bike and I became a legendary duo, cruising the city like Batman and Robin ¨C only hungrier.


    Weekends were reserved for Tio Juan, my uncle, and our handyman adventures. We''d fix everything ¨C sometimes even the things that weren''t broken. He also taught me skills as a way to survive. I was not proud of it but my uncle believe I am pretty talented.


    You see, my life was a non-stop action show, and I was the star, working 120 hours a week with tacos and tools in hand.? Throughughter, sweat, and an unimaginable amount of coffee, I never lost sight of my mother''s dream for me.


    Then the Alien arrived, and the world suddenly went insane. Being invited to the crazy game, I dream of my mother talking to me from her grave "It''s time to do something great"


    ####


    "Let me see your stat Luis," said the guy that Luis hase to respect


    [Luis Pena, Male, 25 years]


    [Level 12: 9150/10000]


    [HP: 180/180]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Survival Points: 2950]


    [Strength: F+]


    [Agility: E]


    [Endurance: E]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: F]


    [Spirit: F-]


    [Two attribute points to distribute]


    [D rank reward x1, F rank reward x 3]


    [Common Skill: Medium firearm (Basic), Dagger Weapon (Basic)]


    [Umon Skill: Cooking (Basic), Repair (Basic), Piloting (Basic), Steal (Basic), Lock Picking (Basic)]


    ####


    "Dios mio! Se?or n, I can''t believe it¡ªI''m at level 12!" Luis eximed, his face beaming with a mix of surprise and pride.


    n shot him a stern look, trying to quell the excitement. "Like I''ve told you, Luis, keep your voice down. We''re not alone here and--"


    But before he could finish, a resounding crash echoed through the dpidated building they were hiding in. Dust and debris cascaded from the ceiling. The unmistakable sound of boots approached¡ªNazi soldiers wereing to secure the building.


    Panicking, Luis''s eyes darted around the room. "I''m so sorry, Se?or n. What have I done? How do we get out of this?"


    n took a deep, steadying breath and fixed Luis with a determined gaze. "There''s a way out, but I need your absolute trust. Can you give me that?"


    Luis, despite his fears, nodded vigorously. "Yes, n! Just tell me what to do."


    A minute after, the dozens of Nazi soldiers in the area finally found and chase after the two running figures. "Stop!! surrender! or we''ll open fire!"


    It was actually part of the game scenario for the Nazi soldiers to give out the option for surrender. it was Day One, after all hence the first mission was aptly named [Escape capture]. But n wasn''t about to let them be captured, not if he could help it.


    "Stay close and follow my lead!" n ordered, pulling Luis behind him as they sprinted down a narrow corridor. As they moved, n fired shots behind them to deter their pursuers.


    n''s knowledge of the area was both a blessing and a curse. While he led them through alleyways, behind dpidated walls, and under low-hanging structures, it only reinforced just how deep they were in enemy territory. As he calcted their position and considered their options, he knew the safest refuge - the yer outpost - was three perilous miles to the south. And that route was teeming with enemy soldiers on high alert, making it nearly impossible to pass undetected.


    He stopped suddenly, causing Luis to nearly bump into him. Pointing to a stout building ahead, n whispered, "That''s where we need to go, Luis."


    Luis squinted through the dim light, trying to understand n''s choice. The building was fortified with guards patrolling every corner. The mere thought of approaching it made his heart race. He looked at n, his eyes filled with hesitation, ready to voice his dissent.


    But n, sensing Luis''s trepidation, gripped his shoulder firmly. "Listen to me, if we stay here, it''s over. We''ll be sitting ducks. But if we take a chance on that building," he nodded towards the looming structure, "we might just pull off something incredible."


    The weight of n''s words bore down on Luis. Memories of his mother''s words echoed in his mind, urging him to be great. Swallowing his fear, he nodded. "Okay. Let''s do it."


    As they approached, n took the lead, expertly dispatching soldiers with precision shots. Meanwhile, Luis, gripping his Steyr AUG¡ªknown for its uracy and ease of use¡ªtried to contribute to shooting some of the soldiers.


    Unfortunatly none hit the mark, still, they sessfully forced several soldiers to take cover, buying them precious seconds.


    "Quick, to the door!" n shouted over the cacophony of gunfire. Their mad dash was met with retaliatory fire, bullets whizzing past, and some finding their mark.


    [Shooting: Received 42 damage]


    [Shooting: Received 39 damage]


    Wounded but alive, they burst into the building, quickly barricading the entrance. Their health points meters had dwindled to the halfway mark, and the metallic tang of virtual blood filled the air.


    Luis''s breathing was ragged, panic evident in his eyes as he realized more enemy soldiers could be lurking within the vast, hangar-like building.


    n quickly rummaged through his inventory, pulling out medical gauze. He bandaged their wounds efficiently, pausing only to instruct Luis, "Guard that entrance and buy us some time. Just three minutes, Luis. Can you do that?"


    Luis, clutching his weapon, nodded resolutely and can only see n''s back as he dashed inside battling soldiers lurking in the shadows.


    Footsteps grew louder and shadows danced behind the door, Luis braced himself, using every ounce of strength to keep the impending threat at bay.


    Minutes felt like hours. Each second dragged, with Luis''s muscles screaming in protest. Doubt began to cloud his mind. What if n had abandoned him? What if this was some cruel test of loyalty? Luis''s hands were slick with sweat as he fought to maintain his grip on the door.


    Suddenly, the door was wrenched open, propelling Luis backward. He looked up, dazed, to see a group of soldiers, their guns trained on him. The weight of impending doom bore down on him. "No!" he screamed in desperation.


    But before the soldiers could pull their triggers, a hail of gunfire rained down on them, leaving them incapacitated. n, gun still smoking, reached out his hand, pulling Luis to his feet. "Quick, this way! it''s here!" he shouted, leading Luis deeper into the hangar at the back.


    "What is it? What''s here?" he stammered.


    Luis''s heart raced as they reached the back of the hangar, he was stunned to see what n really brought him here for.


    "Trust me on this, Luis," n urged. "Use your rank reward now. Upgrade your skill."


    Luis, still shaken, quickly essed his character''s stats.


    [Upgrade]


    [Choose a skill to upgrade]


    [Piloting (Basic)] x 2


    Without hesitation, he upgraded his skill.


    [You gained proficiency in [Piloting] - Basic to Novice to Expert]


    [Cost: 1500 survival points, 1x Rank D reward, and 1x Rank E reward]


    [Giving the ability to drive advanced-level transports]


    Momentster, the entire hangar began to shake. The deafening roar of approaching soldiers was reced by a powerful mechanical hum. The colossal hangar doors bulged inwards, until, with an explosive crash, they were blown apart.


    Emerging from the dust and debris was a monstrous steel behemoth - a tank. n, grinning broadly, pped Luis on the back. "Fantastic job! Now, get us the hell out of here!"


    The engine roared to life, and with a newfound determination, Luis steered the tank breakthrough the Nazi encirclement.


    x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 70 Tank

    <h4>Chapter 70 Tank</h4>


    The atmosphere in Climate City was palpably tense. The tank''s abrupt appearance on the northern streets was akin to a wild beast intruding upon a quiet vige, provoking a frenzy of chaos and panic. Its immense, intimidating structure, crafted fromyers of robust steel, moved like a colossus amidst the ant-like swarm of Nazi soldiers.


    Their firearms crackled against the tank''s exterior like harmless raindrops, unable to breach its imprable shell. Inside the behemoth, Luis gripped the controls tightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The roar of the engine and the cacophony outside made him yell,


    "Ooh, my god!! Senor n.. did I do it right!! Which way should we go!!!"


    n, eyes fixed on their route, replied reassuringly, "You''re handling it excellently, Luis. Keep your course straight and head towards the south!"


    Luis gulped, nodding. "Yes, Se?or!"


    Simultaneously, n didn''t waste a second. He mbered into the gunner''s seat, aiming the tank-mounted machine gun. With every pull of the trigger, a barrage of bullets rained down on the soldiers.


    TARATATATA TARATTATA


    Yet, for all his determination, n''s unfamiliarity with [Big firearms] was evident. His shots asionally missed their mark or caused less damage than they might have in the hands of an expert. The on-screen indicators blinked:


    [Shooting: Inflicts 62 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 58 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 63 damage]


    The tank''s acquisition had tilted the scales in their favor. n''s recent skill upgrade,bined with Luis''s [Piloting (Expert)], was the cocktail of sess that had enabled this getaway.


    [You have three attribute points to distribute]


    [Intelligence: C-] +1 [C- >C]


    [Science (Expert)]


    [Rarity: Unique]


    [More effective in science-rted tasks]


    [Prerequisites: Intelligence C]


    [Cost: 1500 survival points and 1x Rank D reward]


    Utilizing his freshly boosted intelligence and science skills, n managed to sync with the tank''s system more seamlessly, further optimizing their escape. With Luis at the helm, they bulldozed through the city''s defenses.


    The dashboard clocked ten minutes, during which n''s relentless assault incapacitated over three dozen soldiers, with ten confirmed fatalities. This brief battle had substantially boosted his XP and reward points.


    But their triumph was short-lived. The tank''s daunting presence and slower pace gave their pursuers time to strategize. Through the dim streetlights, Luis spotted an obstruction.


    "Se?or n!" he called out frantically. "They''ve erected a barricade!"


    Squinting, n discerned the shadowy silhouettes of several cars parked haphazardly across the road, forming an intimidating blockade. The very sight threatened to crush their spirits.


    Drawing a deep breath, n murmured, trying to keep his voice steady, "Don''t worry. Calm down."


    With urgency coloring every move, n quickly maneuvered toward the tank''s control panel, hoping to harness powerful cannon. The weight of the situation rested heavily on his shoulders, but as he attempted to activate it, a cold digital prompt shed, dashing his hopes:


    [You don''t have the necessary skill needed to activate the weapon]


    n gritted his teeth in frustration. He was painfully aware that an expert in [Big firearm] would have no problem firing that cannon. Still, he wasn''t one to give up easily. Pulling from his recently upgraded knowledge, n attempted to bridge the gap with his [Science] skill, hoping to exploit a loophole or override.


    Yet again, his attempts were thwarted. The unyielding interface shot back:


    [Your (Science) skill fails in activating the target]


    Time was running out, and the mounting tension made every second feel like an eternity. Surveying the barricade, a determined spark ignited in n''s eyes. "Luis!" hemanded with authority, "Ram it! Just plow straight through!"


    The engine roared in response, gears grinding and metal screeching as the tank charged towards the blockade. Its massive weight collided with the vehicles, making the tank jolt and tilt dramatically as it mbered over.


    "We... we made it through, Se?or n!" Luis eximed, astonishment evident in his voice.


    Their momentary relief was overshadowed by the groaning protestsing from the tank. Damage from the rough passage over the barricade was evident, as disconcerting noises emanated from the undercarriage. The vehicle''s already reduced speed plummeted further.


    Desperation tinged Luis''s voice as he called out, ""What should we do Senor!!"


    "Keep driving south, and don''t stop," n ordered, a mix of determination and concerncing his voice.


    n repositioned himself, once more manning the tank''s machine gun. As he took aim, a hailstorm of bullets assaulted him. Their sluggish pace made them an easy target. Regardless, n was resolute. He ripped open a [Medicated Bandage], its medicinal properties helping him ignore the pain as he continued to fire back.


    [Healing: 45 HP Recovered in 90 seconds]


    [Shooting: Received 34 damage]


    [Shooting: Received 31 damage]


    [Healing: 45 HP Recovered in 90 seconds]


    [Shooting: Received 36 damage]


    [Shooting: Received 39 damage]


    Even amidst the barrage, n persevered, expertly juggling his tasks. He''d shoot, take damage, heal, and then shoot again - a relentless cycle, fueled by sheer determination and the will to survive.


    The cacophony of war continued to rage around them, but as minutes bled into each other, n''s relentless onught began to show results. With a dozen more Nazi soldiers taken out, a temporary lull settled on the battlefield. It was in this deceptive stillness that an eerie figure materialized before them.


    Dressed in a full suit of imposing armor that gleamed under the city''s dim lights, the soldier stood out. A gas mask obscured his face, giving him an unsettling, faceless appearance. The distinctive red armband, emblematic of the SS rank, boldly marked his upper arm.


    [SS Soldier]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: D]


    [Remarks: A soldier born out of Nazi ingenuity and tempered in the me of war]


    The appearance of this foe was a significant deviation from n''s intel. This SS soldier was meant to be a final adversary, an end-game challenge. The fact that he was here now spoke volumes about the impact n and Luis had made, shaking the enemy''s strategy to its core.


    The damaged tank groaned beneath them, its vulnerabilities painfully evident. Retreat wasn''t an option. n''s voice crackled through the internalm, "Luis, no stopping. I''ll handle this."


    The soldier''s movements were uncanny. In a blur of motion, he managed to sidestep the rapid-fire from the machine gun, rendering n''s shots fruitless. His agility was unparalleled, darting around the tank at a breakneck pace. The space between them rapidly closed as, in a jaw-dropping disy of raw strength, the SS soldierunched himself, covering the ten-meter gap tond on the tank, face-to-face with n.


    The proximity would have been a disadvantage for many, but not for n. Years of experience had honed his instincts. Anticipating this move, he swiftly shifted his grip from the machine gun to his trusted [Sawed-off shotgun] and with a fluid motion, he fired.


    BAAAAMMM!!!


    The deafening sound echoed, and the digital readout shed:


    [Shooting: Lethal attack Inflicts 58 damage]


    The force of the shot was undeniable, but how effective it was against such a formidable foe remained to be seen.


    The SS soldier, despite being heavily armored, was staggered by the direct hit from n''s shotgun. The armor, while managing to absorb the majority of the blow, still reeled from the sheer force pushing him back into the ground. it bought them a precious few seconds, and in the chaos of the battlefield, every second counted.


    "Keep moving!" n barked into the inte, his voice edged with urgency.


    Their target was tantalizingly close. About 300 meters away, the glow of the US yers'' outpost beacon was faintly visible, a beacon of hope amidst the looming darkness. It was their sanctuary, and they had to get there.


    But fate, it seemed, had one more curveball to throw at them. Another menacing silhouette emerged from the thick fog of war. n''s heart sank as he recognized the familiar red armband on another elite SS soldier, this one even more imposing than thest.


    Time seemed to slow as the SS soldier, with an eerie calmness that juxtaposed the chaos around, unveiled an RPG rocketuncher. Before n could even react, the soldier had taken aim, targeting a vulnerable segment of the tank''s wheel assembly.


    KABOOMM!!!


    The resulting explosion was deafening. Smoke and mes erupted as the concussive st tore through the tank''s wheel, effectively crippling the behemoth. The once formidable war machine nowy tilted and immobilized, its journey abruptly halted mere moments from salvation.


    x x x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 71 RUN

    <h4>Chapter 71 RUN</h4>


    The devastating st not only immobilized the tank but also rocked its interior so violently that both n and Luis were rendered unconscious for a few brief moments. n''s ears rang with the aftermath of the explosion, his vision blurred, and his body felt numb. Yet, the urgency of their situation and the sound of the encroaching enemy soldiers managed to pull him back from the brink.


    Gasping for air, n''s mind raced, taking stock of their perilous predicament. They were now sitting ducks, surrounded on all sides by the enemy. He shook off the dizziness and, with gritted teeth, tried to awaken Luis, who was slumped against the tank''s wall, "Luis¡­ We need to get out, ¡­ follow me!"


    Using thest reserves of his strength, n forced the tank''s hatch open. The outside world greeted him with the sharp cacophony of gunshots. Swiftly, he reached for his trusty handgun, ensuring it was fully loaded. He cast the [Enhance Sense] spell to sense his surrounding.


    As n vaulted out of the tank, he found himself in the eye of the storm. Bullets whizzed past him, each leaving a deadly trail. Without hesitation, he returned fire, the recoil from his handgun a familiar sensation against his palm.


    "Come on, Luis! We don''t have much time!" he shouted over the din of battle. Leaning back into the hatch, he extended a hand to help Luis, who looked disoriented but was slowlying to. Together, they managed to climb out of their damaged refuge, ducking and weaving to avoid the hail of bullets.


    However, it wasn''t just the ordinary soldiers that concerned n. He had noted earlier the presence of two elite SS troops. The heavy, deliberate steps he now heard told him they were closing in. Quickly raising his weapon, he fired several rounds in the direction, forcing the figure from approaching.


    n swiftly essed his [gamelink], Without hesitation, he allocated his two free attributes.


    [Strength: E-] + 1 [E- >E]


    [Agility: D-] +1 [D- >D]


    n could immediately feel the benefits of his choices. His muscles seemed to surge with newfound energy, his reflexes sharper. With enhanced strength and agility, he wrapped an arm around Luis, urging him to keep pace. Together, they sprinted towards the closest building, hoping it would offer a momentary reprieve from the onught.


    "Let''s go, Luis!" n cried out, hope and determination clear in his voice.


    The frenzied footsteps of n and Luis echoed in the dimly lit hallways as they rushed from one room to the next. Every turn and door seemed to bring a new wave of enemy soldiers on their heels, their shouting and gunfire almost deafening. The air was thick with tension, smoke, and the scent of gunpowder.


    While Luis murmured a mix of Spanish prayers and curses, n concentrated on using his [Enhance Sense] spell, which provided him an almost sixth sense of the maze-like building. The spell''s magic pulsed in his veins, helping him choose the right path, discern ambushes, and make quick decisions.


    Every few moments, n would kick open a door, rapidly scanning the new space for any threats or exits. He was leading them southward, following his game''s internalpass that indicated the next yer outpost was just 200 meters away. If they could make it there, they''d find reinforcements and perhaps a moment''s respite.


    However, their escape route wasn''t without obstacles. n''s heightened senses picked up the unmistakable sounds of Nazi soldiers setting up an ambush just 50 meters ahead. A crucial decisiony before him - face the lesser evil of a handful of soldiers directly ahead or the relentless pursuit of the more formidable SS elite behind them.


    His mind made up, n burst out of the building, his handgun barking loudly, cutting down two soldiers who were caught off guard. Right behind him, Luis, clutching his assault rifle, sprayed a volley of bullets, managing to drop another soldier. The immediate threats neutralized, they sprinted towards the safety of another building across the street.


    But their relief was short-lived. As n nced behind, the chilling sight of the SS elite troopers, wielding a menacing machine gun, sent shivers down his spine. Their weapon roared, spitting out bullets at an rming rate.


    "Luis! Get down!!" n yelled. The duo dove behind a copsed wall, the machine gun rounds chipping away at their cover.


    n''s ears, still under the influence of the spell, honed in on the machine gun''s rhythm. He knew that type of gun, knew its magazine capacity. His heart raced as he counted each shot, waiting for the inevitable pause that woulde when the gun needed reloading.


    And it came.


    Recognizing their window of opportunity, n pulled Luis to his feet, and they burst out of their cover, once again making a mad dash from door to door.


    As they ran, the weight of exhaustion began to press down on them. For n, the benefits of his schr job ss yed a vital role. The extra stamina it provided meant he could maintain a steady pace even under such strenuous circumstances. However, for Luis, the strain was more evident. His breaths came out in ragged gasps, and his steps became increasingly heavy, his energy drained to almost nothing.


    Fortunately, they have finally reached the intersection ¨C a ce that was deeply etched in n''s memory. In his previous game, this crossroads was a bustling stronghold, brimming with US soldiers, their defenses set up to stave off Nazi advances.


    But as the duo approached, a deep sense of dread reced the relief n had been expecting. The known bustling intersection was now deste. No sandbags, no manned turrets, just an eerie silence. The gravity of his actions dawned upon him. The butterfly effect was in y. By revealing the mission''s secret, he had inadvertently changed the course of the game''s events, the troop''s cement, and now possibly his and Luis'' detriment.


    The distant sounds of marching boots and muffled conversations became more pronounced. The Nazis were closing in, and their numbers sounded overwhelming. In this game of life and death, n''s mind raced, calcting possible escape routes, choke points, and defensive strategies.


    Gasping for breath, his face pale and sweat dripping, Luis halted, his voice a mere whisper, "Senor n... I can''t... I can''t run anymore. Save yourself... leave me." The despair in his eyes was evident, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still for n.


    In that brief moment, n made a quick decision. "Find a hiding spot, Luis. Wait until everything''s clear."


    Luis''s eyes widened in confusion. "Clear?! What are you...?"


    But n didn''t have time to exin. He jumped out into the open street, firing rounds from his handgun, drawing the attention of the enemy. He wanted them focused on him, giving Luis a fighting chance to escape. The air was thick with flying bullets, and n ran through that deadly shower, dodging and weaving. A bullet grazed his arm, and another bit into his leg. His health and stamina started depleting at an rming rate.


    [Health Point: 85/200]


    [Stamina: 20%]


    n quickly ducked into a dimly lit alleyway, taking a momentary respite, he pulled out a [Medical gauze], quickly wrapping it around his wounded arm. He then tore into a [Chocte], seeking the quick energy boost it would provide. Next, he activated his newly acquired skill, [Concealment], intending to disappear into the shadows.


    But before the skill could take full effect, a chilling presence made him freeze. There, at the other end of the alley, stood a menacing figure, bathed in the faint moonlight ¨C the elite SS soldier, his cold eyes locked onto n''s.

 Chapter 72 Elite SS

    <h4>Chapter 72 Elite SS</h4>


    The figure that stood before him, draped in armor and emzoned with the insignia of the SS, carried the formidable reputation of a sub-boss opponent. This opponent was on par with the Night Wolf, and n knew that any error in judgment could be hisst.


    n''s experience in such high-stakes scenarios kicked in. Without a moment''s hesitation, he swiftly drew his [Glock 17], aiming it withser-like precision at the menacing figure before him. The narrow confines of the alleyway should have given him an advantage, making dodging near impossible for the SS soldier.


    Yet, to n''s astonishment, the soldier defied expectations. Disying a level of agility unbefitting of his bulky armor, the SS soldier danced to and fro, sidestepping with grace, all while managing to aim and shoot his iconic Nazi sidearm, the [Luger]. Every movement was precise, every shot calcted. The echo of gunshots filled the confined space, with ricochets and muzzle shes painting a scene of chaotic artistry.


    The stato rhythm of their firefight was unrelenting. n''s Glock spat out its 9 rounds in rapid session, while the soldier''s Luger answered with its 8.


    [Shooting: Inflicts 28 damage] [Shooting: Received 36 damage]


    Dust and debris floated around them, marking the path of their deadly exchange. n, relying on his reflexes and marksmanship, managed to find his mark thrice, but not without taking two hits in return. It became evident to him that while their shooting skills might be on par, the soldier''s armor and the potency of the Luger had given him an edge.


    The distinct sound of empty chambers echoed through the alley, signaling that both their firearms had run dry. Without missing a beat, the SS soldier unsheathed a gleamingbat knife, its de reflecting a murderous intent.


    With a resounding sh, their des met, creating sparks that lit up the dimly lit alley. From the very onset, the sheer force of the SS soldier''s blow took n off-guard. He could feel the reverberations all the way up to his wrist, a clear indication that his Strength stat, ssified as an E, was at a disadvantage against this foe. As they engaged further, even n''s agility, ranked at D, seemed merely to match that of the SS soldier, making it difficult for n to gain an upper hand based solely on raw physical prowess.


    However, what n might havecked in brute force or speed, he more thanpensated with skill and expertise. Years of training and countless battles had given him a deep understanding ofbat mechanics. Recognizing the flow of the battle and sensing the rhythm of his opponent''s movements, n waited for the perfect opportunity. With a quick step forward and a thrust of his de, he executed a [Lunge Strike], piercing the soldier''s armor and drawing first blood.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 28 damage]


    But he wasn''t done yet. Riding on the momentum of his initial attack, n swiftly transitioned into a [Power Strike], using the weight of his body and the full force of his swing to deal a more substantial blow.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 42 damage]


    Yet, the SS soldier was no pushover. Almost immediately, he retaliated, his de finding its mark on n''s side, a stinging reminder of the soldier''s lethal proficiency.


    [Stabbing: received 26 damage]


    [Status: Critical]


    The pain was sharp and immediate, prompting n to rapidly assess his situation. His health was critically low, and in this perilous situation, he had to make a split-second decision. Reaching into his inventory, he retrieved one of his umon treasures, the [Blood Pack]. As he consumed it, a soothing sensation enveloped him, as his wounds began their rapid regeneration.


    [Recover 80 Hp within 120 seconds]


    Thanks to his [First Aid] skill, n received an additional boost, regaining a total of 88 health points over the span of two minutes. But he was keenly aware that this temporary respite was just that ¨C temporary. The elite soldier, with a staggering health pool of 300 HP, was far from being out of the fight. And worse, the muffled footsteps echoing from a distance were a stark reminder that reinforcements were fast approaching.


    Desperate times called for desperate measures. n knew he had to shift gears. As they continued their dance of steel, n spotted an opening. But instead of exploiting it with his sword, he had a different n. In one fluid motion, he reached for his [sawed-off shotgun], aiming it squarely at the soldier''s chest. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.


    BAM!!


    The deafening st echoed in the narrow alley, signaling a drastic change in the tide of battle.


    The powerful st from the sawed-off shotgun left a gaping hole in the elite soldier''s armor. The sheer impact of the shot,bined with the focused energy it delivered, tore through his defenses.


    [Shooting: Lethal shots Inflicts 102 damage]


    n barely had time to process his actions when the game''s interface notified him of his triumph.


    [You have killed the elite soldier]


    [You gained 800 XP and 400 survival points]


    Exhaling a breath he hadn''t realized he was holding, n felt a mix of relief and triumph. The odds had been stacked against him, yet his quick thinking and adaptability had prevailed. However, his respite was short-lived. As he caught his breath, a shimmering green light caught his eye. Materializing from the vanquished foe''s remains was a distinctive glowing box, pulsating with a mysterious energy.


    [Umon Drop Box]


    Curiosity piqued, n approached the box, cautiously opening it. Inside, nestled like a prized jewel, was a pristine firearm that immediately caught his attention.


    [Name: Luger P08]


    [Type: Weapon (small firearm)]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Firepower 44-54 (50 meters), 38-42 (50-100 meters)]


    [Magazine: 8 rounds (19mm)]


    [Fire Rate: up to 4 rounds/ second]


    [Effects: Bonus 20% damage against human]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Pistols that yed pivotal roles in world massacres]


    Recognizing its worth, n could barely contain his glee. This new weapon was a significant upgrade from what he had been using. But before he could fully appreciate his new acquisition, the ominous sound of marching boots and muffled orders disrupted his moment.


    Reacting instinctively, n wheeled around just in time to see a squad of soldiers pouring into the alley, guns zing. His fingers quickly found the grip of the Luger, responding in kind as he retreated, letting loose a hail of bullets to keep them at bay. But in the narrow confines of the alley, avoiding iing fire was next to impossible. One, then another bullet tore into his side, slowing him but not stopping his determined escape.


    Emerging onto the broader street, the cacophony of battle surrounded him. Soldiers poured out from the alley, their numbers overwhelming. Each step was a dance with death, n shooting, dodging, and counting his shots. The Luger''s power was evident, but its limited magazine became a ring weakness.


    In the thick of the fight, one figure emerges the other SS elite soldier, ready with his big machine guns to finish him off.


    To his surprise, a sharp crack pierced the air, and the SS officer''s head snapped back, sending him crumpling to the ground. The battlefield fell silent for a fraction of a second.


    Another shot echoed. Another soldier dropped, a bullet through the head. And then another.


    n instinctively tried to find the origin of the shots. His senses picked up a faint reflection from a building in the distance. The glint of a scope. A female in baseball cap. It was Rose, the yer he saw at the training ground.

 Chapter 73 The Sniper

    <h4>Chapter 73 The Sniper</h4>


    Moonlight spilled over the rooftops, highlighting the sniper girl''s silhouette. n marveled at her precision and ability, even in the dimly lit night. For someone who didn''t seem to be a veteran yer,nding continuous headshots from such a range was awe-inspiring.


    n watched the elite SS soldier, slowly rise to his feet. The man''s fingers wrapped around the grip of his massive firearm, an ominous sign of impending danger. Before n could properly assess the situation, more shadows emerged. More soldiers closed in from both sides of the street.


    "Time to leave!" n shouted.


    But his warning came a fraction toote. The sniper girl, disying agility that belied her calm demeanor, sprinted across the roof. Without hesitation, she leaped from one building to another, vanishing into the shadows on the other side.


    With adrenaline pumping through his veins, n emted her actions, his footsteps echoing hers as they zigzagged through a maze of narrow alleyways, firing back at their pursuers. Bullets zipped past them, asionally embedding themselves into the brick walls.


    A sinking feeling settled in n''s chest as they rounded a corner only to be confronted by a dead-end, with another group of Nazi soldiers eagerly waiting. The menacing gleam in their eyes suggested they had been expecting them.


    Gunfire erupted, and the once silent night was filled with the cacophony of war. n quickly dove behind a rusted dumpster, his heart racing. "Think, n, think!" he muttered to himself, racking his brain for a n of escape.


    In the midst of this chaos, a distinct sound pierced the night - a loud, echoing siren from a distance. As he peeked from his cover, n''s eyes widened. Headlights shone brightly, cutting through the gloom, growing increasingly closer. Arge truck burst through the ranks of the enemy soldiers, sending them scrambling.


    From the driver''s window, a familiar face yelled, "Se?or! Hurry, get in!"


    Luis''s face was smeared with dirt and sweat, his eyes wide with adrenaline, but the familiar mischievous glint was unmistakable. It was hard to believe that this was the same person n had advised to lie low just half an hour ago. Instead of hiding, Luis had taken matters into his own hands,mandeer a truck, and now yed a pivotal role in their great escape.


    Without wasting a second, n scrambled into the vehicle, the roar of the engine mingling with the gunshots and shouts of the enemy. As he adjusted himself, a shadow darted from the rooftop above,nding heavily on the bed of the truck. The sniper girl had chosen to take a perilous leap from a four-story building rather than be captured. The thud of hernding resonated through the vehicle.


    "Luis! Go!" n shouted, urgency evident in his voice.


    Gritting his teeth, Luis mmed his foot onto the gas pedal. The truck lurched forward, tires screeching, and raced through the narrow streets. It swayed and jolted, but Luis''s hands were steady on the wheel, navigating the vehicle with an expertise that n hadn''t known he possessed.


    Behind, n and the sniper girl took positions. Bullets rained, the cacophony of gunfire deafening. Yet, together, they provided covering fire, their shots precise, forcing their pursuers to take cover. The cityscape was a blur, buildings and streets melding into one, as they tore through, finally leaving the city and its dangers behind.


    A triumphant whoop escaped Luis''s lips, echoing the exhration coursing through them. "Wuhuu! Se?or n, did you see that?! Man, that was wild!"


    Momentster, a soft chime sounded, and a digital disy appeared before them, notifying them of their achievements:


    [You have sessfully evaded capture]


    [You havepleted F level quest]


    [You received F rank reward x1]


    [You received 300 survival points, 300 XP]


    Catching his breath, n turned to Luis, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Luis," he began, voice thick with emotion, "you''ve just earned yourself the title of the most badass getaway driver I''ve ever known."


    Luis shed a wide grin, chest puffing out with pride. "Thank you, Se?or! I always knew I had it in me."


    n chuckled, shaking his head.


    "So, where are we headed now?"


    "We''ve got a rendezvous point near the shore," n replied, "That''s our next stop."


    As the adrenaline began to wane, n took a moment to nce at his mysterious savior. She was removing her baseball cap, revealing a cascade of fiery red hair that danced down her shoulders, reflecting the dim light in its waves. As he looked closer, he could see her striking features¡ªhigh cheekbones, deep emerald eyes, and a sculpted jawline. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, around n''s age, and her ethereal beauty was something he was sure he would have remembered from any previous game encounters.


    However, as he continued to study her, a strange sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu crept over him. There was an inexplicable familiarity about her, like a tune he couldn''t ce or a fragment of a dream slipping through his fingers.


    She seemed to sense his gaze and locked eyes with him, her piercing gaze making him feel a tad exposed. Stammering slightly, n introduced himself, "Thank you for having my back back there. I''m n."


    She continued to study him, her face unreadable, not offering a name in return.


    Wanting to break the mounting tension, he ventured, "Are you alright? Do you have somewhere to go?"


    She seemed to ponder this for a moment, her gaze drifting before she finally replied, "I am hungry. Feed me."


    n blinked, taken aback by the bluntness and simplicity of the statement. It was an odd response, and he wondered if perhaps she was not a native English speaker or if the game''s stress had taken a toll on her.


    Nevertheless, feeling indebted to her for her timely intervention, he said, "Of course. You''re wee to join us."


    The rhythmic bumps and hums of the rugged terrain under the truck''s wheels were hypnotic. After half an hour''s drive, they pulled up to a seemingly deserted farm. Its tall, rusted silo and the old barn, consumed by creeping vines, hinted at its long-abandoned past. They were mere shadows away from the shore, and the sea breeze mixed with the scent of aged wood and dew-kissed grass.


    However, the rtive peace was quickly shattered by the noise of their truck''s engine. Before they could assess their surroundings, they were swarmed by a group of armed yers, their weapons trained on them.


    Emerging from the group with a crooked grin was a man with a rugged face and piercing eyes. "Well, well, well! Look what the cat dragged in," Merle, the notorious crimson gunner, said with a hearty chuckle, "You sure are one lucky son of a gun!"


    Around him, was his redneck gang, they were just securing the perimeter hence the fast response.


    Seeing all of the five rednecks were ounted for, n quickly asked "Where are the others?"


    "Good thing you came here fast enough or, we could be having another situation on our hands," said Merle with a chuckle.


    Apparently, the others were currently preparing themselves for a rescue mission, all were on board the ship ready to go when they saw a trucking into the farm.


    As n and the others disembarked, two familiar faces rushed forward from the gathering, their expressions a mix of relief and joy. "Mr. D! I was so worried!" eximed Daniel, his voice tinged with emotion. Beside him, Vicky nodded, her eyes shining with tears of relief. The sight of n safe and sound, was all the assurance they needed.


    The rest of the group, seeing n and the others, shared smiles and nods, a collective sigh of relief passing through them. The tension of the mission had left deep imprints on their faces, but the joy of reuniting and the sess of their venture overshadowed their fatigue.


    Yet amidst the familiar faces, one stood out. The redhead, with her confident posture and piercing gaze, held everyone''s attention. Noticing the stares, she introduced herself,


    "Name''s Rose."


    n hardly had to put in a word, a beautiful and badass-looking girl like her was easily epted by the group. Even Merle gave her some recognition, recognizing Rose''s shooting performance at the training ground.


    But soon, the ever-pragmatic Merle shifted the mood. "Alright, enough with the chat" he gazed upon n and said, "How are we going to divide up the loot?"

 Chapter 74 Loots

    <h4>Chapter 74 Loots</h4>


    The group made their way into the abandoned farmhouse. On a worn-out, dusty tabley 12rge bags. The unmistakable outline of firearms and other assortments of weaponry pressed against the cloth, like a treasure chest waiting to be opened.


    As a few bags were unzipped, the gleam of metal reflected the scant sunlight entering the room. There they were, in all their glory:


    [Medium firearms x 68]


    [Small firearms x 82] [


    [Grenades and explosives x 32]


    [Variety of ammunition]


    While these weapons were categorized as [Common], in the current phase of the game, they were as good as gold. Firearms were in extremely high demand.


    As the group processed the haul, Vicky, let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. "Seriously? No big guns, no fun!"


    Merle cleared his throat to redirect everyone''s attention. "So, how are we going to split the loot?" His voice echoed in the stillness, cutting through the air, demanding an answer.


    n didn''t see the need for prolonged negotiations. "I''ll take all the explosives. The rest can be split equally among us." His words were direct, reflecting the authority he held within the group. The n, after all, was his, and that afforded him the privilege of the bigger share.


    Merle''s eyes narrowed slightly, clearly perturbed by n''s demand for the explosives, which he knew were worth their weight in gold. However, a part of him begrudgingly respect n''s decision. By including all member in the share, it could be perceived that Merle''s group got half of the loots. With the additional high mission rewards they earn from n''s n, it was hard for Merle to outwardly object.


    Noticing Merle''s hesitance, n sought to seal the deal. With a swift motion, he scooped up a handful of grenades and lobbed them gently towards Merle. "Agreed?"


    Merle broke into a grin "Alright! Deal."


    The ambiance of the farmhouse was charged with excitement as yers began to im their spoils. But just as hands started reaching out for the weaponry, n''s voice pierced through the mor, halting them in their tracks. "I think we are missing one share."


    Merle raised an eyebrow, and realization dawned on him. n was talking about the new girl, Rose.


    "But she... she wasn''t a part of this operation," Merle protested, his tone somewhere between incredulity and frustration.


    n fixed his gaze on Merle, his voice firm. "I wouldn''t able to escape without her help"


    The members of n''s core group immediately nodded in agreement. The rednecks, were visibly less pleased, their faces a mixture of confusion and reluctance.


    However, before the discontent could bubble over, Rose herself stepped forward. Her voice, though calm, carried an undeniable edge. "I don''t need weapons. Just feed me."


    The sheer abruptness of her demand caught everyone off guard. Her serious demeanor, coupled with the fierce glint in her eyes, effectively silenced any murmurs of dissent.


    n, a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes, regarded Rose for a beat. "You certain about that?" he inquired.


    Rose''s expression, if possible, grew even more exasperated. "I am certain, I''m hungry."


    A chuckle escaped n''s lips. He signaled to Luis, who seemed to understand the unspokenmand immediately. With a nod, thetter swiftly disappeared towards the back, presumably to the farmhouse''s kitchen to rustle up some food.


    As the division of loot finally concluded, with weapons now securely stashed in individual bags, Merle approached n, curiosity evident in his gaze. "So, what''s our next move?"


    n''s lips curled into a sly smile, the sort that hinted at concealed cards. Even though Merle had initially joined them for his prized weapon, his continued allegiance to n spoke volumes. Whether it was trust or merely seeing the strategic advantage of their alliance, n had sessfully managed to bring the veteran yer under his wing.


    In response to Merle''s query, n posed his own question, "What do you folks intend to do with these weapons?"


    Merle chuckled, "Given that sly look on your face, I bet you''ve already charted out our next course."


    n nodded, confirming Merle''s suspicion. "I have. But for now, we rest"


    The aroma of Mexican spices wafted through the air as the group sat down to enjoy a meal that night. Crafted by Luis from an amalgamation of canned foods, it was a decent feast. As they ate, n found himself musing over Luis''s cooking abilities and how they could be refined and incorporated into their future ns.


    After the meal, the group selecting members for night watch duty and taking turns resting. They knew that the game mechanics required a minimum of four hours of sleep to avoid the debilitating effects of sleep deprivation, and they adhered to that rule.


    n, however, was not one to waste his extra waking hours. He took an empty room within the house and delved deep into his ''[Beginner''s Guide to Enlightenment], then slipping into a meditative trance.


    When the first morning light broke the horizon, a simultaneous notification vibrated through the yers'' interface.


    [13 days left to stop the Nazi invasion]


    [Updating current yers]


    [yers still in the game - 4428]


    A somber note hung in the air as they realized that despite their best efforts, 400 yers had fallen. The grim reality of the game''s challenges was setting in. The first day was always the most brutal, a lesson in survival.


    Then, another notification followed, adding to the tension.


    [Warning: 282 yers were captured at the enemy camp]


    [You received D level quest: Free captured yers]


    The game''s mechanics, n understood, allowed Nazi soldiers to take prisoners rather than kill. Those captured became part of the ongoing quests, addingyers to the game''splexity. As tempting as the extra rewards were, n knew this was not the right time to pursue this path.


    Gathering his team, he delegated tasks and prepared to move out, selecting Vicky, Luis, Merle, and taking all the weapons bags with them. As they loaded the truck, Rose silently hopped in, her eyes focused on the road ahead.


    "Where are we going?" Luis asked.


    n''s reply carried the weight of their next strategic move. "To the yer camp."


    -------


    Author Note


    Dear Reader, I should have finished the privilege chapters yesterday. Unfortunately, I spent thest 36 hours in the hospital taking care of my wife. Daily chapter will be shown again tomorrow or the day after. Thank you for your patience.

 Chapter 75 Base Camp

    <h4>Chapter 75 Base Camp</h4>


    n''s destination was hidden in the heart of a thick forest that stretched over a mountain, just five miles south of Calumet town. This location was chosen by the U.S. military for its advantageous attributes, serving as a defensible stronghold.


    The area''s topography offered multiple natural barriers, including rugged terrain, steep cliffs, and dense foliage. These characteristics, in conjunction with the close proximity of a hill that provided an unobstructed view of Calumet town, allowed for the efficient monitoring of any impending threats. For the yers seeking refuge, this well-fortified location promised safety.


    As n''s vehicle approached the location, the presence of security grew more pronounced. A well-manned military checkpoint marked the entrance to the camp, where soldiers in full gear thoroughly inspected each arriving individual. n''s reputation preceded him, easing the process, but the careful scrutiny reflected the gravity of the situation.


    Upon arrival at the camp''s vicinity, n took a moment to survey thendscape. He quickly estimated that at least 2,000 yers had gathered there, ounting for nearly half the yers on the server. This mix of military personnel and civilians worked in harmony, each contributing to the camp''s fortification.


    While the military professionals directed the efforts, yers from all walks of life were engaged in thebor-intensive task of constructing defensive walls. They were filling sandbags, stacking them meticulously, and reinforcing weak points, all under the watchful eyes of experienced soldiers.


    In a separate area, vigorous training was underway. Groups of yers were drilled inbat techniques, weapon handling, and tactical maneuvers. The air was thick with determination and urgency, reflecting the importance of preparedness for the unknown challenges ahead.


    Observing this hive of activity, Merle turned to n, voicing the question that lingered in everyone''s mind: "So we are going to sell these weapons to them?"


    n''s reply was as cryptic as his smile: "No, not quite."


    He then instructed Luis to keep driving, pointing to a specific direction that led them away from the main camp. As the vehicle moved, n''s eyes were fixed on a particr spot. It was a location he recognized from his previous game, a gathering point that remained unchanged.


    Only a short distance from the military camp, nestled within a clearing surrounded by tall, dense trees, stood a stark contrast - another encampment. While it was notably smaller in scale, the gathering was still significant, boasting a count of approximately 300 yers.


    As n''s vehicle drew closer, distinguishing features of this camp''s inhabitants became evident. The most striking of which was a vibrant red bandana worn by many. The sight of it elicited an immediate reaction from Merle, his voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and disbelief, "Seriously? These lunatics!"


    n had led them to the camp of the Blood Patriots, a notorious group representing anti-government sentiments that had been gaining traction across the nation. They were known for their radical views and, at times, extreme measures.


    In stark contrast to the military-backed camp they had just left, the Blood Patriots camp presented a somewhat disheveled scene. The inhabitants had a motley appearance, with mismatched gear and equipment, some of which had clearly seen better days. The yers there, while united in their cause, wore expressions that told tales of despair, frustration, and defiance.


    Unfazed by the sea of curious and, at times, hostile stares directed at them, n maneuvered the vehicle into a prominent spot near the center of the camp. He shot Vicky a meaningful nce, which she acknowledged with a subtle nod.


    Vicky, with her alluring charisma, climbed atop the back of the truck. Standing tall, she began to confidently unveil some of the weapon bags, the metallic sheen of the firearms catching the dappled sunlight. With a voice thatmanded attention, she began her rehearsed pitch, echoing n''s instructions, "Weapons to sell! A vast selection up for grabs! Step right up and take a look!"


    The allure of weaponsbined with Vicky''s maic presence had the desired effect. Soon, a crowd began to gather, drawn like moths to a me. Nearby, Luis readied himself, anticipating the rush of potential customers.


    "Our prices are unbeatable! Assault rifles going for a mere 1000 survival points, and handguns at just 500! And that''s not all - with every purchase, we throw in a cartridge absolutely free! Grab yours while stocksst!"


    The tantalizing offer, coupled with the fact that their prices undercut those at the official item shop, led to a palpable excitement within the crowd. Eyes gleamed with interest, and murmurs of discussions began to spread as many started to consider the tempting proposition.


    The opportunity to acquire firearms was an attractive one for the Blood Patriots. Many of the yers in this group had not yet managed to get their hands on any decent weaponry. Unlike their counterparts in the military-supported camp, these were not just fighting for a game but for a cause they believed in, and they were desperate for the means to do so. n understood this all too well, and he had crafted a n to make the most profit from their desperation.


    But as the first eager yer stepped forward to make a purchase, the atmosphere suddenly changed. From one of therger tents, a group of stern-faced men, armed and with an air of authority, emerged. They moved with purpose, bringing all activity in the camp to a halt.


    Merle was quick to react, leaping to his feet. Rose, too, was on high alert, scaling the truck to position herself with her sniper rifle at the ready. The tension was palpable.


    n, however, remained unperturbed. With a calming gesture and a reassuring word, he told hispanions to stand down. He had anticipated such a response, and he knew how to handle it.


    Emerging from the group of armed men was the leader of the Blood Patriots, Marcus Wright. A fierce-looking man in histe twenties, his reputation as one of the famous veterans of the game preceded him. Recognition flickered in his eyes as he spotted Merle, a fellow participant fromst year''s game, and n, whose high rank at the training ground was well-known.


    Approaching with a firm stride, Marcus assessed the situation and spoke, his voice carrying an air of authority, "I thought you are here to join our cause."


    n responded casually, "You could say we''re here to support it."


    Marcus, intelligent and shrewd, understood the subtext in n''s words. He knew that n was politely declining the offer to join them fully. Choosing to y along, he replied, "We need all the help you can give."


    His eyes then fell on the weapons, and he couldn''t hide his surprise at the sheer quantity avable. Without hesitation, he dered, "I''ll take them all."


    Expecting such a response, n nonchntly provided the tally, "69 assault rifles and 82 handguns, plus the ammunition, That will be 130,000 survival points, for the whole bulk I''ll give you a solid 120,000"


    Marcus''s reply was swift, his gaze unyielding as he countered, "40,000. I will pay you that much."


    The audacity of the offer hung in the air. It was daylight robbery, and the Blood Patriots'' leader had unabashedly thrown out the figure in front of his men. No oneughed; no one even smiled. Instead, n could see them tighten their grip on their weapons, their bodies tense and ready to respond to their leader''smand.

 Chapter 76 Blood Patriot

    <h4>Chapter 76 Blood Patriot</h4>


    The Blood Patriot group was indeed not easy to deal with. With their zealous and extremist beliefs, they teetered on the edge of being a full-blown cult. Their deep-seated animosity towards the government wasn''t just a passive dislike; it was a fiery, passionate hatred that often propelled them to risk their very lives for their cause.


    n''s past interactions with the Blood Patriots had given him aprehensive understanding of their potential threats. They were a ticking time bomb for the future. If n harbored any hope of influencing future events in a positive direction, he needed to influence this group while they were still in a controble stage.


    As he stood amongst them, the palpable tension in the air was like a thick fog, nearly suffocating. Yet, n''s demeanor remainedposed. Offering a slight, amicable smile, he proposed, "I believe we can findmon ground. Perhaps a private discussion would be more suitable for the both of us?"


    It was a diplomatic request, framed with respect and tact. Given the circumstances, Marcus had little reason to decline.


    "Follow me," Marcus finally responded, his voice carrying a note of cautious curiosity.


    As n trailed behind Marcus, the distinct sound of Merle''s boots echoed close by.? "I need to hear this, I ain''t gonna let you throw my money away"


    In some ways, n realized that having Merle by his side could be advantageous. The Crimson Gunner''s reputation was not to be taken lightly, and his presence could potentially sway the negotiations in their favor. However, wanting to ensure transparency and trust, n responded, "You follow my lead, if this goes south, I''ll ensure you''repensated"


    Merle smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he replied, "Now, that''s something I like to hear, I will follow your lead boss" Despite the jest, n detected an underlying sentiment in Merle''s words. If he yed his cards right during this negotiation, he could solidify Merle''s trust ¨C a bond that would be invaluable in the trials toe.


    The tent was modest in size but held an air of significance. As n and Merle stepped inside, they were met with the gaze of two other individuals already waiting, both familiar veteran yers of the game.


    The first was Jason - a robust and intimidating figure, his dark skin contrasting sharply with the white scar that ran across his cheek. He was a US military officer, serving as Marcus'' lieutenant. But an unsavory incident in the previous year''s game had led both of them to abandon their military careers, seeking a different path, a path that would eventually converge with the Blood Patriots.


    Beside Jason sat Sharon, a stark contrast to the military men in the tent. Petite with a keen gaze magnified by her sses. Before the twisted turn of fate thatnded her in the game, Sharon was a defense attorney and an outspoken human rights protester. The game had changed her life, but the fire in her eyes spoke of undiminished passion.


    Marcus, breaking the silence, spoke with an authoritative tone, "Say what you need to say, but our offer stands at 40,000, not a point more."


    n, however, wasn''t there to merely barter. He had a different agenda. As he subtly looked outside the tent, noting the crowd outside, hemented, Your number has grown quite fast, I wonder how many of them really believe in the cause"


    Marcus, ever confident, retorted sharply, "They do, or they wouldn''t be here."


    n decided to push a bit further, probing into a potentially sensitive area. "And what''s the membership fee? How much do they contribute for the privilege of joining your cause?"


    It was a bold question, and n could feel the tension in the tent palpably increase. But Marcus, ever theposed leader, replied with a hint of bitterness, "It''s a fraction of what the government has robbed from us."


    n, feigning nonchnce, ventured a guess, "So, about 200 a day? Is that the going rate?"


    Jason''s temper, always on a short fuse, red at n''s audacity. But Marcus, raising a hand to keep his lieutenant in check, responded, "It''s an equitable arrangement. In return for their contribution, we offer them food and protection. They''re free to leave whenever they wish. But as you can see, more are flocking to our cause. We must be doing something right."


    Marcus'' piercing gaze intensified, locking onto n''s eyes as he leaned forward slightly. "Cut to the chase," he growled, "What is it that you really want?"


    n hesitated momentarily, taking a deep, steadying breath. With a hint of resignation in his voice, he began, "Alright, here''s my proposal: 40,000 for a third of my supplies."


    Marcus, ready to instantly shut him down, paused mid-retort when n quickly added, "For the rest of the payment, let your members settle it themselves."


    The abruptness of the suggestion took everyone off guard, leaving them momentarily at a loss for words. n, seizing the brief silence, borated, "Lend me fifty of your members. They''ll hand me their daily contributions, and after five days, they get to keep the weapons."


    Marcus couldn''t help butugh incredulously. "Why in the world would I hand over my people to you?"


    n, with a calm demeanor, replied, "Listen... I''m not interested in your elite. Just lend me the raw recruits ¨C those without training. I won''t force them into situations they aren''tfortable with. Instead, I''ll provide them with weapons and food"


    Marcus leaned back, skepticism written all over his face. n''s proposal sounded oundish, and Marcus was far from convinced. He had no reason to trust this man. As Marcus was about to vocalize his refusal, Sharon intervened.


    "Actually... Marcus, we indeed have members that are more of a burden than an asset. If they remain unproductive, they won''t manage to cover their daily fees.. also¡­ There is also a problem with food¡­"


    Sharon had always been Marcus'' strategicpass, her insights invaluable. Taking her words into ount, Marcus hesitated, reconsidering his stance. His eyes darted to Merle, seeking validation. "You''ve thrown your lot in with him," he pointed out. "Do you trust this man?"


    Merle, his usually nonchnt demeanor reced by a more serious one, met Marcus'' gaze squarely. "Absolutely. He''s my boss"


    Merle''s endorsement, coupled with his formidable reputation, tipped the scales in n''s favor. With a reluctant nod, Marcusid down his conditions. "Fine. But I decide who goes. And if they fall short on their contributions, the deficit''s on you."


    n, relief evident on his face, nodded in agreement. "Deal."

 Chapter 77 Chosen Group

    <h4>Chapter 77 Chosen Group</h4>


    n and his team took their position at the fringes of the Blood Patriot camp, patiently awaiting the arrival of their new recruits. When a group of fifty individuals finally materialized in front of them, it wasn''t exactly the kind of assembly n had hoped for. The selection was distinctly Sharon''s handiwork. Her choice demonstrated not only her cunning but also a touch of mischief.


    n''s initial scan revealed women who seemed out of ce in abat situation, younger men whocked the grit of experience, and older gentlemen whose best days seemed to be behind them.


    Deeper scrutiny showed that their backgrounds were equally unimpressive. Absent were the telltale signs of military rigor or fighting expertise. Their achievements were also negligible: none had managed to secure a rank at the training ground, and their levels never surpassed the tenth mark. What was perhaps even more disheartening was their financial state. Their pockets were nearly empty, with their survival points teetering on the brink of exhaustion.


    Indeed, by any standards, they seemed to be the most disadvantaged group one could assemble.


    Sharon stepped forward, her keen eyes catching the group''s evident dismay. With an assuring tone, she spoke up, "There''s no need to be concerned. they might not look like much, but they''ll follow your orders without hesitation"


    To n''s surprise, Marcus added a bonus to the mix: 10 of his own trained Blood Patriot soldiers. Sharon''s smile grew more pronounced, a hint of slyness touching her eyes. "Consider them... added assurance. They are here to make these new members feel safe"


    While Sharon''s words seemed transparent, n and Merle grasped the true implication behind them. These trained soldiers were not just guardians. They were Marcus'' eyes and ears, meant to report back on every move n made and, if necessary, to intervene if he took any steps that could be construed as ''out of line''.? Yet, n wasn''t worried. His conscience was clear, and he had nothing to conceal.


    n nodded slowly, realizing the underlying message, "Absolutely. And rest assured, their food will be on me."


    "That''s what I like to hear," she responded, the smile still in ce.


    Merle, on the other hand, was less sanguine about the situation. He leaned towards n, his voice barely more than a husky whisper, tinged with exasperation, "This is so messed up."


    Sharon, in the meanwhile, wasted no time. Her keen eyes assessed the vast assortment of weapons n had brought with him, selecting a third of the stockpile that matched the agreed-upon value of 40,000 survival points. As the transaction seemed close to conclusion, Merle''s voice, suddenly more assertive, cut through the air, "Give those to me."


    n''s eyebrows rose a tad in surprise, but before he could voice a query, Merle''s grin exined it all. Leaning in, Merle''s voice was a sly murmur, "I''m iming my share now. Whatever remains, that''s yours."


    With a nod and a casual shrug, n responded, "Alright, it''s your call."


    Sharon, respecting the dynamics between the two, seamlessly transferred the survival points to Merle, finalizing their deal.


    n now faced a sea of 60 expectant faces, all waiting for guidance, a touch of nervous anticipation evident in their eyes. Clearing his throat, n introduced himself, emphasizing their safety under his watch. He then directed them towards his base camp, five miles eastward by the shore.


    The journey had only just begun when n noticed the group''s varying levels of fitness. Many of them,cking basic conditioning, were already struggling, gasping for breath even before they had covered a mile.


    As the ragtag assembly approached the farmhouse, n could discern half a dozen figures emerging from the shadows, their expressions a mix of curiosity and rm.


    "Mister D, who in the world are this lot?"


    n responded with a calm authority, "They are here to help"


    Without waiting for more questions, n began his inspection of the neers. He believed that the game had its unique way of choosing participants; it wouldn''t draft just anyone. Each individual, he surmised, possessed a particr talent or skill, making up for any physical deficiencies.


    His intuition served him right.


    [Marie - Weaving]


    [Gus -Woodworking]


    [Shamus - Smithing]


    He grouped them separately, assigning them roles that matched their unique skills. However, a twinge of disappointment passed over him as he realized no one had the farming skill he so desperately sought.


    Drawing on intel from his reconnaissance team and his own past experiences, n divided the rest into two main groups. One would focus on hunting for food, while the other was tasked with building a ce to sleep and defensive fortifications around the farmhouse.


    Merle, ever the voice of pragmatism, questioned, "Shouldn''t the ones with higher agility focus on hunting and those with higher strength work on the fortifications?"


    Yet, n''s strategy seemed counterintuitive. "It''s those with lower agility who will hunt, while the less strong ones will handle the fortifications," he rified.


    Realizing what n was doing, Merle shook his head again "You are crazy!"


    Though skepticism clouded the faces of many, they reluctantly epted their roles.


    Delegating further, n appointed Merle''s squad to oversee the hunting, while Daniel and Milo were put in charge of the fortifications. The Blood Patriot soldiers, with their seasoned expertise, were stationed strategically around the perimeter for security.


    "Once everyone has done their part, we feast," n dered, passing the responsibility of preparing the meal to Luis.


    With the teams in ce, n shifted his attention to a special project he had been concocting in his mind.


    x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x


    Author Note


    Dear Reader, I should have finished the privilege chapters yesterday. Unfortunately, I spent thest 36 hours in the hospital taking care of my wife. Daily chapter will be shown again tomorrow or the day after. Thank you for your patience.


    x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 78 Craft

    <h4>Chapter 78 Craft</h4>


    While everyone was busy with their task, n convened his newly formed group.


    Marie, with her silver hair tied in a loose bun, once been a celebrated fashion designer who transitioned into owning a boutique. Every dress she made was an embodiment of her passion, a testament to her skilled hands. The forced closure of her business, a result of unforeseen governmental regtions, had left her disenchanted and bitter.


    Then there was Shamus. His tall, well-built frame was covered in grease stains, a by-product of his twenty years in car body repair. The deep lines on his face told tales of a man who had experienced the hard knocks of life. Recent bouts ofw enforcement brutality against hismunity had only added to his disdain for those in power.


    Beside him stood Gus, the stark opposite of Shamus in age but not in talent. His youthful energy was infectious, and his eyes sparkled with love for carpentry. The new wave of idealism sweeping through the country had affected him, making him question the very foundations of their governance.


    n looked at them, recognizing not just their skills, but their shared sentiments. "Alright," he began, his voice firm, "All three of you will help me for the next 5 days, Don''t worry I will make it worth your time".


    As nid out his vision, an unmistakable cough echoed from behind him. Turning, he met the gaze of Vicky and Rose. Their expressions, a mix of defiance and expectation, spoke louder than words.


    "Three? What about us?" Vicky retorted a hint of yfulness in her tone.


    She was chosen primarily to see the extent of her [Gifted] skill. As for Rose, n could not quite pin down why she chose to shadow him.


    Clearing his throat, n gestured towards an old truck parked at the side of the farm. Shamus being experienced with cars said, "Do you want me to fix this car or something?"


    n shook his head "No, I want you to tear it apart, in pieces"


    The enormity of n''s request left the group in stunned silence. But Shamus merely arched an eyebrow and got to work without a word. The sound of metal being dismantled filled the air as he systematically began to strip the vehicle of its parts. Marie was also asked to help dismantle the interior. With a finesse only a tailor could muster, began dissecting the car seats, extracting the leather and fabric with precision.


    Meanwhile, n led Gus, the young carpenter, into the dense forest nearby. Handing Gus an axe he''d borrowed from Daniel, n pointed to a sturdy-looking tree. "This one," he instructed. With determined strokes, Gus set about his task, the rhythmic thud of the axe echoing in the forest.


    As Gus worked, n, his artistic instincts kicking in, began sketching a simple design on a piece of paper. Handing over his drawings to Gus, n instructed, "Craft these as precisely as you can" Noticing Vicky''s idle stance, he added, "Vicky, you can assist Gus"


    Vicky''s voice, tinged with both curiosity and concern, reached n as he began to walk away. "What about you? Where are you headed?"


    n paused, shooting her a smirk. "Not sure you''d like where I''m going. But feel free to tag along."


    Unable to resist the challenge in his voice, Vicky decided to trail him. To her surprise, n''s destination was the creek bank. And without hesitation, he began to descend towards its muddy edges, intent on digging up some y. As the reality of what he was doing settled in, Vicky''s face drained of color. She stammered, "I think... I''ll go check on Gus."


    n chuckled, fully expecting her reaction. But what he hadn''t anticipated was Rose''s subsequent actions. She calmly set down her rifle and began taking off her jacket and shoes. With a determined look, she joined n, her hands eagerly delving into the cold, wet y.


    Catching the surprise evident on n''s face, Rose quirked an eyebrow "Problem?"


    n, taken aback by her straightforward approach, replied, "No, not at all. Thank you for stepping in."


    Their hands worked in unison, the creek''s water asionally sshing them.


    With a considerable heap of fresh y in tow, the two headed towards a quieter corner behind the farmhouse. There, he meticulouslyid out a blueprint in his mind before embarking on his mission. Piece by piece, hebined bricks and mounds of y, slowly erecting a monolithic structure characterized by gaping holes on its top and bottom. The eerie silhouette of the structure soon took shape under the waning sun.


    Rose, observing from a distance, finally made the connection and eximed, "You''re setting up a forge, aren''t you?"


    n nced over with a smirk, replying, "Getting there. It''s not quite ready yet."


    Constructing the forge was one part of the equation; making it functional was another beast entirely. The real challenge lies in engineering a robust blower system. Without hesitation, n began fashioning a makeshift blower. Using slender pieces of bark, he crafted fan des and paired them with a sturdy stick, forming a rotor. With dexterity, he encased the entire contraption in y, molding it into a manually operated blower.


    Patience was key. Once the y had dried, n initiated the forge, setting its insides ame. The radiant glow soon captured the attention of the group, who congregated around this innovation.


    Witnessing the intense mes dance within the forge, Shamus voiced the collective wonder, "Is it really possible?" Without awaiting an answer, he instinctively started feeding the forge with metallic scraps salvaged from the dismantled car.


    Guided by a sketched design, n meticulously supervised as the forge''s fiery embrace melded metal, creating one fist-size lump. n then collected a piece of wooden stick created by Gus and cut out leather prepared by Marie.


    Channeling his [Science] crafting skill, the amalgamation soon bore fruit. An in-game notification resounded in his consciousness:


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Name: Metal Hammer]


    [Type: Weapon/Tools]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage 8-10]


    [Equipment rating: 8]


    [Remarks: Basic Hammer, sturdy enough to shatter a watermelon]


    The atmosphere was thick with astonishment. This was after all the first time civilians were allowed to join the game, hence many still don''t understand much about crafting in the game. To be able to create an item,plete with attributed stats, was beyond their expectations.


    For n, this was but a manifestation of his elevated [Science (Expert)] skill. With this newfound expertise, he could circumvent the method of breaking down marked game items for crafting. Instead, he could craft directly from raw materials, provided they mirrored their real-world counterparts closely. This nuance was why he''d rallied the team of skilled crafters.


    With a flourish, n handed over the freshly forged hammer to Shamus, a glint of anticipation in his eyes. "With this, you can start making different shapes of metal"


    Eager to dive into his craft, Shamus lost no time in constructing a rudimentary anvil. His fingers danced over the metal, forging and shaping with a precision that left the onlookers in awe. Parallelly, n, in tandem with Gus and Marie, focused on fashioning the perfect handle, enhancing the grip and durability.


    Theirbined efforts bore fruit once more, As n put all the pieces together the system notified:


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Name: Metal Dagger]


    Two such daggers emerged from the fires of their collective effort. n handed one to Marie and the other to Gus, entrusting them with the tools to expedite their tasks.


    Marie, examining her new weapon, noted its uncanny resemnce to her personal dagger. Eyes gleaming with admiration, she eximed, "n, this is truly a marvel!"


    n nodded, his eyes surveying the group. "Whenever you earn extra survival points or receive rank rewards, consider investing in upgrading your crafting skills," he advised. "While there will be limitations based on rank, as you progress, you''ll gain the ability to craft intricate items, even surpassing what I can make."


    The revtion brought a new light to the eyes of the trio. This game had always felt distant, almost superficial to them. But now, with tangible items crafted from their own skills, they felt a sense of belonging and purpose. They were no longer mere yers; they were contributors, shaping the oue with their own hands.


    Seeing their enthusiasm, n continued, "Now that you''re acquainted with the process, I need you all to create a bunch of items for me"


    The atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Shamus, Marie, and Gus exchanged looks of determination. Unified in their newfound resolve, they responded in unison,? "Tell us what you need. We''re ready."

 Chapter 79 Daily

    <h4>Chapter 79 Daily</h4>


    As the warm hues of twilight basked thendscape, a sudden notification jolted the yers from their tasks.


    [You Received Status: Hunger Level One]


    [Stamina Regeneration -10%]


    This prompt signaled everyone to gather at a tent pitched adjacent to the old farmhouse. There, an array of makeshift stoves and cooking pots awaited, manned by the capable Mexicans. Each yer was handed a warm meal concocted from canned food. It was simple, perhaps even uninspiring, but it staved off the hunger, and in this game, that''s all that mattered.


    Amid this atmosphere, Luis, with his brow furrowed, made his way to n. His eyes, usually so full of cheer, now held a shadow of worry. "Se?or," he began, choosing his words with care, "The stocks are depleting. We''ve used all the canned food. What do we serve these folks tomorrow?"


    n looked at him, his eyes betraying no surprise. He had foreseen this situation. All the food cans salvaged from theirst round had been consumed, a necessity when feeding a group of 70. "Walk with me," n motioned, leading Luis to a secluded corner.


    In the distance, by the shed, Merle and his band of rednecks were conversing. Their silhouettes, barely visible in the fading light, seemed to be guarding a stash. n and Luis approached them, and as they neared, the contents of the stash became evident.


    "Look at this," Merle scoffed, pointing at their day''s catch.


    "If it weren''t for us, these so-called yers would be starvin, They can''t catch a damn thing!"


    [Rabbits x 10]


    [Boar x2]


    [Deer x1]


    Luis, always quick with numbers, mentally calcted the portions. "A rabbit can feed three, a boar thirty, and a deer about seventy. That''s 160 servings in total. But it''ll only suffice for breakfast and lunch, leaving us short for dinner."


    n, with his characteristic calm, met Luis''s concerned gaze, "They''ll improve, Luis. Tomorrow, we''ll have more."


    The majority of these yers were ill-equipped to fend for themselves in the game''s rugged setting. Their inexperience andck of vital attributes made hunting a daunting task.


    Left to their devices, they would likely scrounge for scarce wild fruits or dare to venture into town for supplies, both fraught with their own dangers. In truth, they heavily relied on the expertise and protection of the more organized groups, like the military or the ominous organizations like the Blood Patriot.


    This conundrum emphasized the perilous nature of the game''s second round: to master the untamed wild or to honebat skills. Regrettably, these yers possessed neither of thesepetencies.


    As for the group of rednecks, despite their bragging rights and outdoorsy demeanor, would have struggled to amass such a substantial hunting yield on their own. Their sess was, inrge part, thanks to n''s invaluable knowledge of the region, guided them to areas abundant with game.


    Post dinner, the yers scuttled about, making sleeping arrangements. Some were fortunate to have procured in-game


    [Bed Roll]


    [Type: Other]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effects: 20% less time needed for daily sleep]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: A bed suitable for a lone sleeper; not designed for multiple upants or intimate activities.]


    Others, less fortunate, had to make do with the cold, hard surface of the farmhouse floor.


    As the night deepened, a handful of yers approached n. Their eyes, driven by ambition, sought permission for a night raid on the upied town. But n, denied their plea. "Now''s not the time," he cautioned. "Rest tonight. Tomorrow, we have a full day ahead."


    While the rest of the yers sank into the realms of sleep, n''s figure silently slipped out into the shadows. His stealthy departure did not go unnoticed. The vignt eyes of the Blood Patriot guards narrowed as they observed n''s every movement, whispering among themselves, trying to guess his intentions.


    The guards'' surprise was palpable when n made his way towards a plot of the farm, pulling out a sturdy [Rake] he had procured earlier. They watched in silent bemusement as n started tilling the soil, meticulously turning over each section of earth. One of the guards couldn''t hold back a chuckle, "What the hell? He''s farming! What a weirdo"


    n''s extraordinary stamina allowed him to work the plot tirelessly. Hours passed, and by the time the first streaks of dawn began to paint the sky, he had a substantial section ofnd ready for nting.


    Then, from his inventory, he retrieved five bagsbeled [Potato seeds]. These weren''t the usual size; they were smaller, intended for propagation.


    [Name: Seed potato]


    [Type: Other]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effects: 100% faster growth rate, 100% increased yield]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: Potatoe is a vegetable, just not green]


    Each bag contained ten seed potatoes. With careful calction, n spaced them approximately 15 cm apart. The 10x10 meter plot seemed ample for this number. After setting the potatoes into their new home, n faced another task: watering them. Thrice he trudged to and fro between the farm plot and a nearby stream, ensuring the freshly nted seeds received enough moisture to kickstart their growth.


    By the time n was done, the horizon had begun to glow with the golden hues of morning. However, the physical strain andck of sleep didn''te without consequences. A message shed before his eyes:


    [You Received Status: Sleep Deprivation Level One]


    [Stamina Regeneration -20%]


    The notification signified the game''s realism and n''s dedication. But with his enhanced stamina, n was certain he could push through the fatigue for another day.


    Vicky, with her sharp eyes and intuitive nature, immediately caught onto n''s weariness. "Did you not rest at all?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.


    Before n could respond, Rose interjected, "He was working the fields throughout the night." Apparently, the girl had seen him, or might even been observing all night.


    Without acknowledging the shared concerns, n pped his hands, drawing attention to himself. "Alright, everyone, gather around for breakfast!" He announced, diverting the topic.


    Once the group was settled, n beganying out the day''s ns, "Today''s tasks remain the same as yesterday''s. But this time, we go all out. I need the fortification to be finished faster, so carry more rocks!" He then turned to the other group and added "For you hunters, you need to run faster and catch more! or we have nothing to eat tonight!"


    n''s words weren''t met with the same enthusiasm as before. It was evident that fatigue and frustration were settling in among the group. Murmurs began to rise, some louder than others, expressing their growing dissatisfaction.


    "This is just exploitation," one yermented with a sneer.


    "Why aren''t we doing missions? We need to earn points!" Another eximed, flustered.


    A yer in the back, looking rather anxious, piped up, "We betterply. or else the Blood Patriots will not take us back!"


    But another retorted, defiance clear in his voice, "Still, If we don''t get any points, we can''t pay our daily, as simple as that!!"


    The grumbling continued, setting a tense mood for the morning. n, maintaining hisposure, simply watched them. Despite the constant pressure and the doubts expressed by his group, maintained his resolute stance.


    The low-agility group went towards the woods and the low-strength group continued with their rock-carrying activities. Amongst them, the crafters seemed to be the only truly content group, engrossed in their work, coborating with n to produce valuable items.


    By the time lunch approached, there was still an air of restlessness among the group. Murmurs and res seemed to follow n wherever he went.


    Come dinner, Merle, as the group''s lead hunter, approached n with an update, a hint of frustration evident in his voice.


    "We''ve got 16 rabbits and 4 boars today. This isn''t much of an improvement from yesterday, Are you certain about pushing them like this?"


    n, however, maintained hisposure. With a calm and collected demeanor, he responded, "Have you not noticed the change in the atmosphere tonight?"


    The Crimson gunner looked around, taking in the scene before him. To his astonishment, the environment had transformed. Gone were the disgruntled faces and hunched shoulders. Instead, the space was alive with animated conversations full of excitement.


    Vicky, catching on to the change, echoed Merle''s sentiments. "What exactly did happened today?!"


    x x x x x x x

 Chapter 80 Upgrade

    <h4>Chapter 80 Upgrade</h4>


    The atmosphere at the dinner table was palpably different today, charged with excitement and disbelief. Conversations revolved around a peculiar event, and the yers, previously weary, now brimmed with enthusiasm.


    Eyes widened, and voices rose in disbelief as notifications popped up:


    [You have sessfully pushed the limit of your body]


    [Plus one bonus attribute to strength]


    [Strength: F] +1[ F>F+]


    #####


    [You have sessfully pushed the limit of your body]


    [Plus one bonus attribute to Agility]


    [Agility: F] +1[ F>F+]


    "You''ve got it too?"?A woman who was part of the hunting team asked.


    "Yeah, my strength just jumped!" replied a burly man, flexing his arm and grinning.


    Rumors of these upgrades spread across the dinner table like wildfire. yers exchanged nces,pared their newfound stats, and wondered about the reasons for such an unforeseen upgrade.


    n, deep in thought, couldn''t help but reminisce about his initial days in the game. It had taken him weeks of rigorous training to notice any substantial changes in his physique, and here these yers were, experiencing enhancements in just a matter of days.


    It highlighted an obscured facet of the game. Prior iterations of the game had mainly involved military personnel ¨C individuals already at the peak of their physical prowess. As such, few had experienced or even taken notice of this progression. Though whispers of such anomalies existed among veterans, none had delved deep enough to substantiate these ims.


    "Mister n, did you know about this?!" A voice cut through the chatter from a member of the hunting team, who had recently noticed an uptick in his agility.


    His question drew all eyes to n, creating a momentary hush. The aroma of food was momentarily forgotten, every pair of eyes was locked onto n, awaiting his response.


    n met their gaze, his voice calm yet firm, "I had my suspicions based on what I''d observed and heard from veterans. It''s good that it is actually true, I anticipate more such boosts tomorrow."


    As n''s words sank in, a tangible wave of enthusiasm filled the air. Laughter, cheers, and excited chatter echoed throughout the tent. Some even think of continuing their task at night. But n reminded them not to wander at night, other than Nazi patrols there were also dangerous animals that lurked at night.


    A few grumbles arose from the more restless yers, but most nodded in agreement, understanding the inherent dangers of the game world.


    That night, n nestled among the yers, the soft hum of theirbined breaths a testament to their unity.


    n himself felt the weight of the day, his previous sleep deprivation weighing him down. Taking a full 8-hour nap ensured that the negative effect that had gripped him the previous day was dispelled, making him rejuvenated and ready for theing day.


    As dawn''s first light stretched across the horizon, a lively buzz filled the camp. The 50 yers, energized and motivated, were raring to begin their tasks. n, seeing their eagerness, spurred them on.


    n, never one for long speeches, gave them a brief directive, "Do better than yesterday."


    When the crowd dispersed, Merle the Crimson Gunner approached n. "Why do you care so much? They aren''t even your men"


    n, without breaking his gaze, replied with a mysterious smile, "You''ll understand soon enough."


    On the third day, their routine remained simr but carried out with a renewed zest. With each passing hour, their work was less a task and more an expression of their newfound spirit.


    n, however, took a detour from the usual activities. Apanied by Luis, they ventured into the dense woods. The forest was alive with sounds, from the rustling leaves to distant bird calls. After a few hours, they emerged, armsden with a variety of ingredients, their bounty from the forest.


    Nightfall brought with it a camp filled withughter and camaraderie. Gone were the expressions of exhaustion and dread. yers exchanged tales of their day,ughing about mishaps and celebrating little victories. The atmosphere was infectious, and even the most reserved couldn''t help but join in.


    The transformation in the yers was evident. Three days of grueling physical challenges had sculpted them, pushing their bodies and spirits beyond what they once believed were their limits. There was a noticeable pride in their eyes, having ascended from the lowest rank, F, with many now unting an F+ rank. The chatter among the yers was abuzz with astonishment as they recounted their unexpected growth, especially the few who saw an upgrade in their endurance.


    The results of their hunts were a testament to their progress. A collection of 2 deer, 3 boars, and an impressive 28 rabbits reflected thebination of improved agility and honed skills. Nearby, the fortification around the farm stood tall and nearlyplete, a symbol of their dedication and hard work.


    Luis, the chef, emerged from his tent, holding a cauldron, steam dancing from its top, the scent teasing everyone''s senses. Today, he had a special dish:


    [Rabbit stew]


    [Type: Foods]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Recover 10 HP and 20% Stamina regeneration within 30 minutes]


    [Effects: Prevent hunger, 20% less time needed for daily sleep]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: For those midnight snacks before sleep]


    The secret ingredient? The forest berries n and Luis had gathered, lent the stew an added vigor-restoring property.?Each bite was a harmonious blend of the meat''s richness and the berries'' tangy sweetness.


    As yers dug into their meal, n spoke up, "Alright have a good rest, tomorrow I have something different prepared"


    And reveal he did. Day four dawned with n taking center stage in the fields, nked by the trio of crafters. Disyed before them were the fruits of theirbor: dozens of gleaming steel swords and sturdy wooden shields. The sight of these weapons, meticulously crafted, sparked a mix of surprise and confusion. yers gathered around the disy, their faces a mix of awe and curiosity.


    "What the hell is he trying to do now?!"


    n''s response? A knowing smile.

 Chapter 81 Sword

    <h4>Chapter 81 Sword</h4>


    The morning sun painted a canvas of warm hues as the group of 50 yers gathered, casting long, expectant shadows on the ground. The atmosphere was thick with a mix of excitement, curiosity, and skepticism. Front and center, n stood with an aura of quiet authority. The glint of freshly forged steel and the gleam of polished wood seemed to echo his intent.


    "Each of you, step forward and take your weapon. Today we will learn to fight with swords"


    Presented before the yers were:


    [Steel Sword]


    [Type: Sword weapon]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage 16-24]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 10]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: A little better than a wooden sword, it''s still sharp though]


    #####


    [Wood shield]


    [Type: Other]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Defense + 4]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 8]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: Might as well bring a piece of a table instead]


    Three days of relentless work by the crafters had culminated in these weapons. The swords, though termedmon, had a de that shimmered sharply under the light, promising lethality. The shields, robust and solid, both were adorned with leather straps that ensured a firm grip.


    "Alright I will be your instructor today, follow my lead" n announced confidently.


    Luis and Daniel, eyes alight with excitement, were already at the forefront, ready to absorb the teachings of a man they deeply respected. n''s past disys of his sword-wielding prowess had left an indelible mark on them.


    To add to the eager group, a few rednecks, typically aloof, expressed interest after seeing n in action. Vicky, known to possess a sword weapon expert skill, cracked her knuckles, ready to unt her expertise.


    However, not all shared this enthusiasm. Many in the crowd exchanged skeptical looks, whispering among themselves. For them, the game was about firepower, strategy, and modernbat. Swords? They seemed like relics from the past, incongruous with the virtual battlefield they were preparing for.


    Some even think that n was trying to cheat them by giving them a sword weapon instead of the promised firearm.


    n raised a hand for silence, his face betraying no emotion. "Your firearms will be handed over tomorrow. Today, you learn sword fighting.


    n began with his instruction. "Three offensive moves to start with," he began, extending his own sword as a demonstration. "Strike - a forward thrust. Swing - a horizontal move from left or right. And sh - a diagonal cut." With each word, he demonstrated the move fluidly, his body moving in tandem with his weapon, making it look easy.


    "And for defense," n continued, raising his shield, "you have block, parry, and dodge." n''s demonstration of each move was precise. "Blocking uses your strength to stop an attack. Dodging requires agility to sidestep the attack. Parrying involves finesse and timing, deflecting the attacker''s weapon, possibly giving you an opening."


    He took a moment to highlight the importance of understanding the strengths and weaknesses of each type of attack. "Remember, a shing attack is difficult to dodge due to its wide arc, but it can be parried or blocked easily. Strikes are linear and can be sidestepped or blocked but are tough to parry due to their speed. Thrusts are the trickiest ¨C while they''re harder to block because of their pinpoint uracy, they can be dodged or parried."


    Once the basics were established, n moved on tobinations. "We''ll start with a simple three-movebo: strike, swing, and then sh." The yers watched intently, trying to mimic his fluidity.


    Breaking them into pairs, n instructed, "Practice the moves, both offense and defense. Take turns being the attacker and the defender."


    The field was soon filled with the sounds of swords meeting shields or parrying another sword. The rhythmic cacophony echoed, painting a scene reminiscent of ancient battlegrounds.


    At a distance, the Blood Patriots, who had been assigned to guard duties, exchanged uneasy nces as they witnessed the scene. "Why is he teaching them to fight¡­ and sword? Really he must lost a few screws up there!"


    The sun was now high in the sky, bathing the vast field in its warm embrace. n, observing each yer, would sometimes jump in to correct a stance, offer a tip, or provide guidance on a specific maneuver. His patience seemed endless, and despite the ongoing criticism and skeptical looks, he never wavered from his purpose.


    Some yers had quickly taken to the sword, their movements fluid and precise, while others were still struggling, their swingscking the necessary force or their blocks being a fraction of a secondte. But regardless of their current skill level, n treated them all the same, offering encouragement and advice.


    Merle, on the other hand, had grown increasingly restless. Theck of any "real" action for the past few days had clearly taken a toll on his patience.


    n, sensing Merle''s growing frustration said, "Dont worry we will see some action today"


    Before any further conversation could take ce, a delicious aroma wafted through the air, momentarily distracting everyone. Luis, beaming with pride, announced, "Lunchtime! I''ve prepared something special for everyone today ¨C Carnitas, a recipe passed down from my mother."


    [Rost Pork]


    [Type: Foods]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Recover 10 HP and 20% Stamina regeneration within one hour]


    [Effects: Prevent hunger]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: vourfull Meats to kick the day]


    yers eagerly lined up, their fatigue temporarily forgotten in anticipation of the meal. The sulent roasted pork, glistening in its own juices, was tender and vorful. Each bite seemed to invigorate the yers, filling them with renewed energy.


    It doesn''t have extra effects like the previous food, but it gives a long stamina regeneration boost. The menu was requested specifically by n.


    Once lunch was over and everyone had their fill, n stood up, his voice firm andmanding, "Alright, everyone! Grab your swords and shields. It''s time to put your training to the test."


    All 70 men came along with him, leaving the farm empty and tracking the forest hill on foot.

 Chapter 82 Quest

    <h4>Chapter 82 Quest</h4>


    The sun hung high, casting long shadows on the ground as the group of yers, under n''s lead, moved away from the safety of the farmhouse. Each of them was armed only with a sword and shield.


    Murmurs of unease rippled through the ranks, with some ncing nervously at the distant horizon where the dark smoke of the Nazi-upied town could be seen.


    The fear in their hearts was palpable. They wondered if n, their leader, had any ns of making them confront the well-armed Nazi soldiers. The image of trained soldiers against their rudimentary weapons was a frightful one. But as they kept moving, it became evident that they were headed north, away from the potential conflict. Relief washed over some, but the burning questions persisted.


    "Where is he taking us?!" whispered a young yer to hispanion, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and curiosity.


    "Is he going to make us killed!?"? another muttered, gripping his sword a little tighter.


    As they continued their journey, the buff effects of their recently consumed meal began to wane. An hour into the walk, thendscape began to change. Aheady a picturesque valley, a serene grove cradled between the towering embrace of two rocky hills. Birds could be heard chirping, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves.


    n, stopping at the entrance to the grove, turned to face the group, his expression serious. "Alright, this is the ce," he announced confidently, pointing to a narrow path that meandered through the grove.


    The yers exchanged puzzled looks, their unease evident. "Why are we here?" a voice from the back called out, echoing the thoughts of many.


    Before n could respond, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. A low rumble, almost like distant thunder, began resonating through the valley. The ground beneath their feet vibrated slightly, sending waves of panic through the yers. Just then, a notification popped up on their game interfaces, offering some rity.


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    [You disturbed a rodent nest]


    [You received F-level quest: Eliminate Rodents]


    Suddenly, the ground erupted in multiple ces as dozens of creatures, each about the size of a human arm, burst forth. Their beady eyes fixed on the yers, teeth bared.


    [Rats]


    [Type: Beast]


    [Rank: F-]


    [Remarks: Probably the most despised animal in the world]


    Standing at the forefront of the group, n swiftly unsheathed his [Arming Sword], its de glinting menacingly in the sunlight. "Stand your ground! Fight! Show them what you''ve learned!" hemanded, his voice echoing with authority.


    The scene before them was chaotic. Dozens of rats scuttled forward with surprising speed, their ws scratching the earth and their beady eyes filled with a primal hunger. The sight was overwhelming, and instinctively, many yers began to retreat, taking involuntary steps back. But as the notification on their game interfaces highlighted the creatures'' low rank, a spark of determination ignited in some.


    Gathering their courage, they lunged forward, their swords cutting through the air.


    [Stabbing: Inflicted 24 damage, Target dies¡­]


    Another sword thrust cut down another rodent, almost effortlessly.


    [Stabbing: Inflicted 22 damage, Target dies¡­]


    However, not all were lucky. A rat, faster than its kin, bit into the leg of a yer.


    [Bite, Received 8 Damage]


    But as they felled these creatures, a realization dawned upon them. No just their bite was not lethal, their training had made them capable of taking down these creatures with a single blow. The taste of victory, even against such lowly foes, was intoxicating. And as the game notifications rewarded their efforts, their morale skyrocketed.


    [You gained 20 XP and 20 survival points]


    "I got one! I got one!" An ecstatic shout pierced the din of battle as a yer triumphantly raised his sword, a in rat at its tip.


    The once peaceful grove now echoed with the sounds of shing steel and the death cries of rodents. All 70 yers, unified in purpose, turned the area into a veritable battleground, each doing their part to thin the numbers of the invading horde.


    But just when they thought they had gained an upper hand, the ground trembled again. Emerging from the very same holes were creatures of a different kind. With bushy tails and sharp, piercing eyes, a new enemy was upon them.


    [Squirrels]


    [Type: Beast]


    [Rank: F]


    [Remarks: Watch out for its bites]


    More agile and resilient than the rats, these squirrels required the yers to draw upon their training, employing the 3-step sword techniques they had so recently mastered.


    [You gained 40 XP and 40 survival points]


    As the minutes turned into what felt like hours, the yers found themselves bearing the brunt of countless scratches and bites. But with each wound, their determination only grew fiercer, their resolve steeled.


    The sun had started its descent when the final creature was in, marking the end of a battle that saw over 500 rodents defeated.


    [You havepleted F level quest: kill rodents]


    [You received 200 survival points, 100XP, rank F reward]


    With the dust settling, the yers stood amidst the aftermath, their chests heaving, but their spirits soaring. They had faced a challenge and emerged victorious.


    Some yfully boasted about their feats,paring numbers and sizes of their kills.


    "I took down five of them!"


    "Only three for me, but did you see how big they were?"


    However, not everyone shared the sentiment. The Blood Patriots Guard, ever so vignt with their firearms, seemed somewhat out of ce, perhaps even regretful that they hadn''t participated.


    Amid the celebration, n allowed them a moment to bask in their achievements. But as the sun dipped lower and the excitement began to wane, he took charge once more.


    "Help me pick up all these corpses. Thank you." His voice was firm, brooking no argument.


    The task was grim, but the rewards were tangible. Over 500 pieces of meat ¨C a veritable treasure trove in their circumstances. n did some quick calctions, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He estimated that their haul could be converted into more than 1,000 portions. With this, they''d have ample sustenance for the rest of the game''s round.


    As thest of the creatures was collected, n looked up and scanned the faces of the yers. The expressions he saw were transformed, a mix of pride, determination, and newfound camaraderie. With a nod of approval, he bellowed, "Let''s go!"


    But as they moved on, restlessness began to creep in. They had expected to head back to their safe haven, the farmhouse. But as the path winded and twisted in an unfamiliar direction, doubts and murmurs spread like wildfire.


    "Where is he taking us now?" one whispered, eyes darting around nervously.


    "Could it be...?" another trailed off, as dread began to fill the gaps of uncertainty.


    Their destination became clear when they reached the gaping mouth of arge cave, its darkness beckoning ominously. The familiar ping of the game link broke the tension.


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    [You have found a bat cave]


    [You received F-level quest: Clear out the caves]


    The yers exchanged nces, a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Another challenge awaited.


    The entrance of the cave seemed almost alive as dark shapes whizzed in and out, barely visible to the naked eye.


    [Bats]


    [Type: Beast]


    [Rank: F+]


    [Remark: cute flying creature]


    Though these creatures might seem rtively harmless or even endearing to some, the challengey not in their might, but in their agility. Bats, quick and unpredictable, darted around the cave''s interior. Catching them demanded keen senses, fast reflexes, and a heightened level of perception. A single swing of a sword often met only with the empty air.


    The yers sweated and panted, muscles aching as they chased after the elusive targets. The once confident group, who had recently taken down a swarm of rodents, now faced the frustration of chasing shadows.


    But determination prevailed. An hour of intensive effortter, with yers learning to anticipate the bats'' flight patterns, the awaited notification rang out.


    [You havepleted F level quest: clear bat cave]


    [You received 200 survival points, 100XP, rank F reward]


    n stood a bit apart, watching with satisfaction. These quests weren''t just stumbled upon. They were part of arger scheme, a carefullyid n based on knowledge he had gleaned from previous game ys. The earlier yers had chanced upon these challenges, but theirck of preparedness meant they left many quests iplete. They weren''t prepared for the sheer numbers they''d face.


    n was different. He saw these challenges as opportunities. The days leading to this, where he had seemingly burdened them with chores, were actually a rigorous training regimen in disguise. Every task he gave them was designed to enhance their stamina, their agility, and theirbat skills.


    And it paid off.


    By the time the tired but triumphant group made their way back to the farm, a palpable change in their demeanor was evident. Along with tangible rewards like experience points and survival points, many yers found that they had also unlocked additional skills or attributes. Some even discovered they had earned the [sword skill(basic)] without spending any points.


    n''s pride wasn''t just in the quests they hadpleted but in the arsenal of resources they had amassed for the round. That day alone, they had gathered food equating to 2000 portions. It was a feat that ensured not just sustenance, but also a strategic advantage for the ns he had in store.


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    Author Note


    Dear Reader, I should have finished the privilege chapters yesterday. Unfortunately, I spent thest 36 hours in the hospital taking care of my wife. Daily chapter will be shown again tomorrow or the day after. Thank you for your patience.

 Chapter 83 Day 5

    <h4>Chapter 83 Day 5</h4>


    The dawn of the fifth day broke with a chill in the air, hinting at the challenges the day held. n, however, was ready with something special for his yers. There, neatly lined up, were rows of leather vests. The light caught their surface, giving them a slightly polished look.


    [Leather vest]


    [Type: Armor]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Defense +4]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 14]


    The vest was simple but elegantly made from the leather of animals the group had hunted down over the past four days. Though it wasn''t imbued with any enchantments, and its defensive capabilities were modest, it was certainly better than nothing. For those among the group who had been wandering without any armor, this vest was not just a piece of equipment; it symbolized hope and the possibility of surviving a little longer.


    "Alright, everyone," n began, his voice breaking the early morning silence, "suit up!"


    From the swords, the wooden shields, and now the leather vest, The yers were overwhelmed by the unexpected kindness that n showed.


    Yet n redirected their gratitude, casting a hand towards the group of dedicated crafters who stood slightly apart from the main group. All three crafters stood proud for the contribution they gave for the group.


    After ensuring each yer had adjusted to their new armor, n decided it was the perfect time for some groupbat drills. With deft demonstrations, he imparted simple tactics that could prove invaluable in group battles.


    Once warmed up and newly enlightened, n, led the group on a mountainous trail, hinting at another mission.


    "Where do you think he''s taking us now?"


    "I hope it is nothing difficult"


    "With him so generously giving us this armor, I bet we are fighting lions next"


    The new armor actually made these yers more anxious than brave, however when they finally found out the beast they needed to kill next, they were all turned dumbfounded.


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    [You encounter a frog infestation]


    [You received F-level quest: clear frog infestation]


    The frogs, though numerous, didn''t pose much of a threat. Their croaks filled the air, almost mockingly, but the group''s synchronized efforts soon brought silence.


    While they were still in high spirits, n took them to the next quest area.


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    [You encounter a flock of crows]


    [You received F-level quest: clear the farms]


    Although they were difficult to deal with, however, there were not many crows around, within fifteen minutes, ck feathers fell like rain as the crows met their end.


    [You havepleted F level quest: clear the farms]


    [You received 200 survival points, 100XP, rank F reward]


    Even though the group dispatched them swiftly, the distance of these quest sites had them trudging for miles, making their journey tiring and prolonged.


    During their trek, nature offered up opportunities for additional provisions. A few unsuspecting deer and boars, grazing leisurely, soon became targets.


    However, the day was far from over, and the wilderness still had a challenging opponent for them.


    [Brown Bear]


    [Type: Beast]


    [Rank: D-]


    [Remarks: Paw Paw, watch out for its paw]


    A shadow loomedrge in the distance. The bear, with a frame and power eerily simr to the Dark Wolf n, had previously bested, growled threateningly. But this time, n wasn''t alone. With Rose''s sniper skills delivering devastating headshots and Merle''s relentless assault rifle bursts, the odds soon tilted in their favor. Before the massive creature could fully understand its predicament, it fell to theirbined might, signaling yet another victory for n and his team.


    As the formidable Grizzly bear copsed, a sense of achievement washed over the group. The atmosphere was thick with pride, evident from the glint in each yer''s eyes.


    [You have killed the Grizzly bear]


    [You gained 500 XP and 250 survival points]


    [You received Umon Box]


    n, ever the curious leader, hurriedly opened the box. Inside was an item that made his eyes light up with satisfaction.


    [Name: Bear Skin Bag]


    [Type: essories]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effects: Increased carrying capacity by 50 kilograms]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    n was ted to find a useful item, with this bag, n could carry more than double his previous limit, a boon for the trials ahead.


    Fatigue from the morning''s events was setting in. n signaled for a break, and the group settled in a shaded area, feasting on an assortment of berries and fruits they had gathered over the past days. Theirughter and banter filled the air, a stark contrast to the grim atmosphere of the game''s beginning.


    With their spirits lifted and their bellies full, n rallied the group for onest adventure. He led them to a ravine, its depth hidden by towering trees. As they ventured further in, an eerie screeching sound echoed around them, sending shivers down their spines.


    n halted and turned to face them. His voice, while calm, carried an undertone of warning, "Alright, this one''s going to be tricky. It''s your choice if you want in or out."


    The memories of the previous day, where they felt coerced into the missions, hung in the air. However, today was different. Every single yer, inspired by their recent sesses and motivated by the potential rewards, stood firm beside n, ready to face the unknown.


    Drawing a deep breath, n cautioned, "Stay alert."


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    [You enter a monkey nest]


    [You received E-level quest: kill monkeys]


    The very mention of an E-level quest was enough to make the yers'' hearts race with a mix of excitement and trepidation.


    These weren''t ordinary monkeys; they were more formidable, more agile. The trees swayed as they darted from branch to branch with an elegance that belied their dangerous nature. Every sh of red fur signaled another potential attack, another threat.


    In the dense forest, the vibrant chatter of monkeys was unmistakable. Their piercing calls echoed from every direction, creating an almost symphonic but tense atmosphere.


    [Red Monkeys]


    [Type: Beast]


    [Rank: E-]


    [Remarks: They are not really red, but they are dangerous]


    The yers tightened their grips on their weapons, their pulses quickening with every monkey screech. Their rapid movements through the treetopsbined with the calcted precision of their strikes were a challenge for even the most seasoned yers.


    The telltale sh of a de signaled an iing stab, swiftly piercing the thick fur of one of the monkeys.


    [Stabbing: Inflicted 25 damage]


    The red-furred creature howled in pain, retreating momentarily but still eyeing the yer with malice.


    However, as one monkey retreated, another lunged. With incredible speed and fury, it aimed for a yer''s exposed neck, its teeth sinking deep into the flesh. The sharp pain was immediate, a burning sensation that spread quickly. The yer grunted, pulling away as the monkey released its grip, leaving behind not just a bite mark, but a significant reduction in points from their health pool.


    [Bite, Received 21 Damage]


    Every yer felt the weight of each attack. Their health points, the crucial numerical value that determined their survival, were always at the forefront of their minds. For many, their total HP hovered around 100 points, meaning every strike had the potential to be deadly. A mere four or five such assaults, and they could be incapacitated, if not worse.


    The newly acquired armor they wore became not just a protectiveyer but a lifesaver.? Had they been without it, the monkey''s sharp teeth would have inflicted far greater harm, further jeopardizing their chances of survival.


    n, his eyes scanning the canopy above, shouted his instructions, "Form groups! Circle up! Remember the training!" The yers swiftly fell into formation, groups of three forming tight circles - a solid defense against their agile foes.


    The formation was elementary, but in its simplicityy its brilliance. The yers felt a renewed sense of purpose and camaraderie, knowing they weren''t facing this threat alone.


    Each trio stood with their backs to each other, creating a protective circle. The first yer, shield up, was ready to defend from any frontal attacks. The second, weapon poised, was prepared to strike back once an opening was found. The third yer remained vignt, eyes darting side to side, safeguarding their teammates from any second attacks.


    However, even as they repelled wave after wave of monkey assaults, they couldn''t help but feel the pressure building. The trees above were thick with red-furred creatures, their numbers seemingly endless. And the sporadic gunfire from the Blood Patriots added ayer of cacophony to the already tense situation.


    Just as the yers felt they were making headway, a deafening roar cut through the noise. Trees trembled and leaves fell like rain. Emerging from the deeper forest was a sight that chilled their spines: a hulking form casting a long shadow, its eyes locked onto the yers with malevolent intent.


    [Blood Gori]


    [Type: Magical Beast]


    [Rank: D+]


    [Remarks: Here is the king of monkeys]

 Chapter 84 Last Quest

    <h4>Chapter 84 Last Quest</h4>


    A memory from his previous life surged through n''s mind, momentarily transporting him to a time that felt both familiar and distant.


    Disqualified from joining the military due to obvious reasons, young n roamed aimlessly during those initial days, hopeful for a group that would take in a yer like him.


    His profession from that time often became the butt of jokes.


    "A school teacher? How exactly do you n tobat the Nazis with that?" Theughter would grow louder as another would chime in,


    "Watch him teach them to death, begging for an end out of sheer boredom!" Their voices, dripping with sarcasm, echoed in n''s ears, a grim reminder of the derision he once faced.


    Food had been scarce, and n spent a major chunk of that week scavenging for anything edible. Each morsel was a victory, each meal a luxury. It was during one such foraging expedition that fate led him to cross paths with a small hunting party of the Blood Patriots.


    Their gaunt faces and sunken eyes were evidence of the desperation and hunger that gnawed at them from within. Many in the group were gued with level 2 and 3 penalties, a testament to their continued hardships.


    Word had spread about a forest, a realm teeming with beasts and promise of food. They draw in every able-bodied individual. n was one of those chosen to join the expedition into the deep forest.


    From the thirty yers that had ventured in, only ten, battered and bruised, staggered out alive. n was among those ten, carrying with him scars and stories that would shape the man he was now.


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    This time, he came armed with experience, arger group ofrades, and a strategic n in ce. He had delved into these woods once before and emerged from it with invaluable lessons on how to tackle the monsters that dwelled within.


    The formation he had painstakingly taught his group was now their primary defense. As amateur yers, their skills were still under development, but united in the formation, they formed a formidable front. Together, they could ensure that none of them got isted and ambushed by the creatures lurking in the shadows.


    Among all the creatures, the giant goris were the most troublesome. Their agile leaps from tree to tree, coupled with their sheer strength, made them deadly predators. A single misstep, and a yer could find themselves being yanked upwards, only to have their life snuffed out in an instant and their body discarded carelessly to the forest floor below.


    Recognizing this immense threat, n assigned Merle and Rose the responsibility of keeping the gargantuan primates at bay. Theirbined firepower would be crucial in ensuring the safety of the team.


    Slowly Leading the yers deeper into the forest, n chose an area that was rtively sparse, where the trees were not as densely packed. Here, he directed them to start felling the slimmer trees with their swords. These would act as barriers, impeding the movement of the beasts and offering the yers some respite and cover. Simultaneously, n targeted a few of therger trees and set them aze. The sight of the raging mes and the smoke they billowed would act as a deterrent, driving the creatures into a panic.


    [Burning: Inflicts 13 damage per second]


    [Burning: Inflicts 14 damage per second]


    The tactic worked marvelously. The roaring fire startled the beasts, causing them to be disoriented. Their numbers, which would usually be their greatest strength, now became a liability as they bumped into each other, their movements restricted by the felled trees and the burning barriers.


    A significant turning point came when the [Blood goris] lost their grip and plummeted to the ground.


    Seizing the moment, n lunged at the creature, his de cutting through its thick hide.


    [sh: Inflicts 28 Damage]


    Another swift movement and the de found its mark once again.


    [sh: Inflicts 32 Damage]


    The gori roared in pain, its dominance challenged by a foe it had underestimated.


    n''s sharp instincts identified the gori''s primary weapon ¨C its muscr arms. Not only did these limbs enable the beast to effortlessly traverse the tree canopies, but they also possessed crushing strength that could easily snuff the life out of anyone in its grasp. n aimed precisely for these arms, strategically wounding the beast to diminish its formidable climbing capabilities.


    Every strike was calcted, and every dodge was executed with perfect timing. n''s agility kept him one step ahead, sidestepping and weaving around the gori''s ferocious attempts to counter. As the beast swiped and lunged, n moved like a shadow, his every action a dance of precision.


    Merle and his redneck band of sharpshooters took positions, rifles at the ready. With a camaraderie forged from countless battles, they rained down bullets upon the gori, providing n the necessary cover to carry on his melee assault. On the opposite nk, Rose, with her keen eye and steady hand, waited for the perfect moment. The gori exposed a vulnerable spot, and with a deafening shot, she lodged a bullet deep into its brain.


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 78 damage]


    The immense beast, now wounded from multiple angles, contemted retreat.


    But n''s team was prepared for every move. Milo and Daniel, weapons at the ready, positioned themselves as a blockade, ensuring the creature had no clear escape path. In its desperate attempt to flee, the gori found itself confronted by a barrage of axes, thrown with force and precision. And when these weren''t enough to halt its advance, Milo, summoning every ounce of courage,unched himself at the beast,nding a powerful punch that momentarily stunned it.


    Seeing the opening, n took his opportunity. Raising his [sawed-off] shotgun, he took a moment to aim and then, with a deafening st, sent the final shot straight into the gori.


    A notification shed before him:


    [You have killed the Blood Goris]


    [You gained 1000 XP and 500 survival points]


    [You havepleted E level quest: clear the forest]


    [You received 500 survival points, 500XP, rank E reward]


    The forest fell silent, the once overwhelming threat now vanquished. The team''s strategy, unity, and courage had triumphed against a formidable foe.


    Upon their hard-fought victory, the spoils were automatically divided among the group. Merle, with a glint in his eye, inspected his newest acquisition: an [umon dagger]. It had a gleaming edge and an ornate hilt, hinting at its enhanced capabilities. Rose, on the other hand, received a prize that, at first nce, seemed unusual.


    [Monkey Boots]


    [Type: Armor]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Defense 8]


    [Effects: Speed increase 10%, increased jump range 300%]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No] [Remarks: Jump jump jump]


    The boots were covered in an odd red fur, reminiscent of the very goris they had just felled. Despite their peculiar appearance, the stats and attributes they carried were impressive.


    Some yers might balk at the idea of donning such conspicuous footwear, but Rose was practical. For her, efficiency and utility trumped aesthetics every time. She could easily envision herself perched on a high vantage point, the enhanced jumping capability of her new boots ensuring she always had the perfect sniping spot.


    While the others reveled in their newfound rewards, n took a moment to reflect on the battle. The satisfaction of sessfully leading his team and eliminating the threats was reward enough. However, the system had an unexpected surprise in store for him.


    [You have received a special reward]


    [Acquired Title: Beast Hunter]


    [Beast Hunter: You possess the art to effectively hunt a beast, all attacks to beast type of creature will deal 20% more damage, +1 point bonus in endurance]


    A rush of exhration surged through n. Titles like these weren''t just honorary; they carried significant weight and advantages in the game world. While the bonus damage to beasts would certainly be situational, the added attributes were much more appreciated.


    The aftermath of the battle was a stark contrast to the intense chaos that had preceded it. The ground was littered with remnants of their fierce confrontation, and the pained groans of the injured echoed through the clearing. But even amidst the hurt, there was a tangible sense of relief: every member of the group had survived.


    The system''s rewards were generous. A massive influx of experience points and the coveted E rank reward were bestowed upon them. For many, these tangible benefits were a balm, offsetting the pain and trauma of battle. The allure of leveling up, enhancing skills, and acquiring new gear often overshadowed the immediate physical hardships.


    After ensuring that everyone had a chance to tend to their wounds and take a brief respite, n signaled that it was time to move.


    Once they reached the farm, the tantalizing aroma of dinner wafted through the air, making stomachs growl in anticipation. After the feast n announced.


    "Alright, this rounds up our five days together. Thank you for your help."


    The yers exchanged nces, a palpable tension in the air. Their five-day journey had forged bonds, and the idea of parting ways brought forth a cocktail of emotions.


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    Author''s Note:


    Dear readers,


    With the conclusion of this chapter, the month of August draws to a close. I trust that the chapters have met your expectations and brought you enjoyment.


    Hope you all will join me again for September chapters, and don''t forget to drop by our Discord channel for the end-of-the-month events!

 Chapter 85 Last Day

    <h4>Chapter 85 Last Day</h4>


    The cold, still night was punctuated only by the rhythmic chirping of crickets outside. In the dim light of a flickering candle, n sat cross-legged, a worn copy of [Beginners Guide to Enlightenment] resting on hisp. After an hour immersed in the text, he gently set the book aside and transitioned into a meditative stance.


    Taking slow, deliberate breaths, n began to focus his mind, tapping into the vast reservoir of spiritual energy within him. Over the past few days, he had umted a total of 24 hours in meditation, each session a step towards a deeper understanding. That night, as the hours melted away, he felt a seismic shift in his consciousness. A rush of enlightenment, like a dam breaking, flooded his mind.


    Suddenly, a digital notification from the game appeared before his closed eyes.


    [You have sessfullyprehended the second part of the book]


    [Increase 10 maximum spirit points]


    [Receive one extra attribute]


    Opening his eyes, n felt a newfound rity and vigor. Eager to see the fruits of hisbor, he opened his in-game status.


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 20: 22180/25000]


    [Health points: 230/230]


    [Spirit points: 70]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Strength: E]


    [Agility: D]


    [Endurance: E+]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: C]


    [Spirit: E]


    [Survival Points: 9450]


    [You have three attribute points to distribute]


    [You have 1x E rank reward. 4 x F rank reward]


    Since the beginning of this round, n''s have garnered him over 10,000 Xp and 8,000 survival points. Yet, he realized that as he approached level 20, further advancements would be even more challenging. To attain his overarching objectives, n knew he needed more high-tier rewards. With his farm''s defenses fortified and food supplies abundant, he was poised to unveil his next strategic move.


    The early rays of dawn heralded the start of a new day, and as they did, all yers in the game were greeted with their daily reports:


    [8 days left to stop the Nazi invasion]


    [Updating current yers: 4121]


    But n was expecting something else. Sure enough, momentster, another notification came into his gamelink.


    [Warning: A total of 191 yers were captured at the enemy camp]


    [Your level D quest - Free captured yers has been updated]


    [Nazi soldiers will execute all prisoners in 2 days]


    [Countdown started 48:00:00]


    The severity of the situation was clear. The lives of nearly two hundred yers hung in the bnce. If n and others failed this quest, these yers would be executed.


    Just as before, the announcement led to the mobilization of military troops into the town. This change in the enemy''s posture presented an opportune moment for n to set his new n into motion.


    But before that, there was an immediate concern. The group of 50 yers, who had followed him for the past 5 days, needed rity and direction. As the aroma of breakfast began to fade, n summoned them all to the open fields. They gathered, looking at him expectantly, awaiting the announcement that would decide the course of their next actions.


    n stood at the head of the group, drawing the attention of the gathered yers. "I want to express my gratitude for your hard work over these past few days." His sincere words resonated, and a palpable stillness settled over the group. Though the gratitude was genuine, there was an undercurrent of mncholy, an unspoken acknowledgment that this gathering would be theirst as a group.


    As n preparing to unveil his next piece of information, a distant rumble interrupted the solemnity, evolving into the unmistakable roar of engines. Heads turned and eyes widened as the direction of the sound became clearer.


    The entrance to the farm was suddenly filled with the dust kicked up by the approaching vehicles. Blood Patriot guards, previously stationed around the perimeter, showed no signs of resistance, instead calmly allowing the convoy to enter.


    Three military-grade jeeps followed by a massive truck rolled onto the farm grounds. The vehicles came to a halt, their engines dying down, and the sudden silence was almost deafening. Out of the vehicles stepped two dozen men, their faces obscured by red bandanas, rifles slung over their shoulders, and a palpable air of menace surrounding them. They were the infamous Blood Patriot soldiers.


    And then he appeared.


    Marcus Wright, the formidable leader of the Blood Patriots, stepped out from the lead jeep, his tall stature and imposing presence immediately demanding attention. By his side, Sharon, his trusted lieutenant surveyed the scene with piercing eyes.


    Without hesitation, the ten Blood Patriot members who had infiltrated n''s group earlier joined theirrades further amplifying the tension that thickened the air.


    Despite the unease swirling around him, n remainedposed.


    "What a surprise, Wee to our farm. To what do we owe this unexpected visit?"


    Marcus answered the question while his gaze fixed on the fifty yers "I''ve been informed you''ve had them march long distances for days. Our camp isn''t close, so we''re here to ensure they get a morefortable ride back."


    n took a split second to process Marcus''s words. It was evident to him that the Blood Patriot leader had caught wind of the progress and growth the yers had shown during their time on the farm. No longer considering them mere liabilities, Marcus was keen to take them all back without trouble.


    Turning his steely gaze to n, Marcus continued, "I''m also here to ascertain they get what was promised to them."


    With a knowing smile, n signaled subtly to one of his members. Within a matter of minutes, Milo and Daniel emerged, arms full, bearing an impressive array of firearms. The gleam of polished metal shimmered under the waning sunlight, capturing the attention of everyone present.


    But before Marcus could offer anyment, n addressed the group of 50 yers, "Each of you has rightfully earned these firearms. While they undeniably hold value, I urge you to consider whether they''re truly the best option for you."


    This unexpected announcement made Sharon say, "n, are you trying to break your words?"


    n''s voice remained even andposed, "Not in the slightest," he assured. Directing his attention to the gathered yers, he continued, "I''m offering you a choice. You can utilize the five-day wages to procure these firearms, or you can save them for other pressing needs."


    As if on cue, Vicky confidently stepped into the foreground, echoing the words she had proimed at the Blood Patriot camp just days earlier. "Handguns cost 500, assault rifles 1000. With every purchase, you''ll receive aplimentary ammunition cartridge, and any additional cartridges will be priced at 100."


    n''s unexpected move clearly didn''t sit well with Marcus, whose frown deepened, his face a mask of displeasure.

 Chapter 86 Demand

    <h4>Chapter 86 Demand</h4>


    n had a good inkling of Marcus''s intentions. The leader of Blood Patriot wanted to seize these firearms and allocate them to his primary troop, thereby bolstering their firepower. The 50 yers were most likely destined for more menial tasks that didn''t necessitate firearms, like hunting for food ¡ª a skill they had been trained for.


    By offering them the option to retain their survival points rather than spending them on weapons, n thwarted Marcus''s n. Should they choose to buy, the weapons would be theirs personally, ensuring Marcus''s hands stayed well away from them. And from the look on the faces of these yers, many seemed to grasp this too.


    n''s proposition was rapidly embraced by the yers. Many began to approach and select weapons that matched their preferences and budgets. After a few minutes, only half chose to spend their survival points on firearms; the other half likely nned to use their points for skill upgrades.


    Marcus, who had been watching the scene unfold with a calctive eye, finally broke the silence, "Alright then. I''ll pay for the remainder." His voice carried an edge, betraying his barely concealed frustration. This wasn''t the Marcus from five days ago who scoffed at the idea of needing more firearms. It seemed that somewhere, in the span of those days, he had run into trouble obtaining weapons for his group.


    n, seizing the moment and the upper hand, replied with feigned regret, "I''m sorry, Marcus. With the new rescue questing up, I might need the remaining weapons. However, if you''re willing to pay a premium, we might be able to negotiate. Say, 1500 for the assault rifles and 750 for the handguns?"


    Marcus''s face reddened in barely concealed rage, the veins on his temples pulsing. Before he could retort, Sharon stepped in, her voice silky smooth but firm, "Alright, n. We will pay the extra." She paused for effect, a sly smile ying on her lips as she added, "However, let''s not forget the massive food reserves you''ve amassed, thanks in no small part to these dedicated members of Blood Patriot. It''s only fair that you share, don''t you think?"


    Within the group of fifty yers, diverse opinions swirled about the unfolding events. For many, the food, weapons, and armor they had received seemed like boundless generosity. Considering the fact that all the missions and strategies were orchestrated by n, they hadn''t thought of demanding more. But with the Blood Patriot''s bold im, a nket of concern draped them. The prospect of running out of food, with the looming threat of hunger status, was daunting.


    Although such distribution was amon practice, n and the yers had no prior agreement neither written nor verbal, about sharing the loot. This left n in a precarious position, where his decision would influence his standing among the yers.


    Sharon, wielding her expertise as awyer, cleverly framed her words to paint n into a corner. "So, what will it be? We''re asking for half. It''s not an unreasonable request, don''t you think?" Her smile, while directed at the fifty yers, held an underlying challenge. The implication was clear: refusing wouldbel n as greedy and undermine his credibility in the eyes of these yers


    To Sharon''s chagrin, n was already a step ahead. He had anticipated this confrontation and his next words were not a mere impromptu retort but something he''d intended tomunicate to the yers all along.


    "It''s my intention to share it of course" he looked at the yers and added ''If you guys ever feel hungry, this farm always be open for you, anytime"


    The yers, attuned to the nuances, understood the depth of what n offered. More than just sustenance, he was extending an invitation of belonging, a ce in his circle, an eptance into his fold.


    Marcus''s eyes shed with suppressed fury. "Don''t be a fool with the meager offer of warm foods, these people cannot protect you the way we can!"


    n''s demeanor remained unflustered, acknowledging Marcus''s im. "It''s true, I can''t guarantee your safety" he mused thoughtfully. Then, locking eyes with the yers, he emphasized, "but¡­ I believe if you want to survive in this game, you are responsible for your own safety, and so are your survival points"


    The gravity of n''s words settled deep within the yers'' psyche. They realized that in thest few days, n had instilled in them something beyond Xp or survival points, but also a sense of self-worth, independence, and confidence to tread their own path, rather than blindly following the dictates of a domineering faction like the Blood Patriot.


    Marcus, witnessing the shift in allegiance, felt his control slipping away. His voice trembled with barely restrained anger, "If you don''t enter the truck now, consider you are not wee back to our group"


    Sharon''s eyes flitted nervously between Marcus and the yers. Sensing the dangerous undercurrents, tried to interject, to mediate, but Marcus was past reasoning.


    His threats, rather than cowing the yers, seemed to further galvanize their resolve.? He had expected obedience, not resistance. However, in trying to exert his authority, he inadvertently stirred a dormant defiance among many of the yers. To them, Marcus''s tyranny resembled the oppressive government they so deeply resented, and his ultimatum only reinforced their discontent.


    Amid the palpable tension, a lone figure stepped forward, determination etched across his features. It was Shamus the Smiththing expert, a man no stranger to injustice, having experienced firsthand the betrayal of those sworn to protect him. His voice was steady, almost defiant, "I choose not to side with you. My skills, I believe, are better utilized here."


    His decision acted as a catalyst. Nods of agreement rippled through the crowd, and it was evident that none would be boarding that truck.


    With a clenched jaw, Marcus shot a venomous nce at n.


    "I should''ve never entertained your offer." Without warning, his next signal was lethal ¨C his armed men, on cue, raised their weapons, pointing them directly at n. The atmosphere turned electric, charged with tension and imminent danger.


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    Author Note


    Dear Reader, I should have finished the privilege chapters yesterday. Unfortunately, I spent thest 36 hours in the hospital taking care of my wife. Daily chapter will be shown again tomorrow or the day after. Thank you for your patience.

 Chapter 87 Challenge

    <h4>Chapter 87 Challenge</h4>


    The departure of members from the Blood Patriot would be a severe blow to Marcus. These individuals, though not the best fighters, were the vocal cords of their group. They passionately denounced the government''s injustices and, more importantly, shared Marcus''s vision of an unshackled future. Their defection wouldn''t be just a loss of numbers; it threatened to fracture the very spirit of Blood Patriot.


    As whispers and uneasy nces were exchanged among the group, Marcus''s orders cut through the murmurs like a de. The metallic clicks of firearms being readied echoed around the farm. The Blood Patriot soldiers, with their weapons pointed ominously, awaited their leader''s nextmand.


    n, with a tranquility that seemed out of ce, broke the silence. "Are you really going to shoot us, Marcus?"


    He wagered that Marcus wouldn''t resort to violence in such a public spectacle, not when the reputations and beliefs hinged on his next move.


    Marcus locked eyes with Sharon, his trusted aide. "Do not hesitate to hurt anyone who stands against us" He then dered to the crowd, "We''re taking all the food supplies. I want to see how many of them are still going to stay without your food reserve"


    n''s determination didn''t waver. He stepped forward saying "I can''t allow you to take our food"


    Marcus''s eyes narrowed, and his face contorted into a mirthless smile. "And what are you going to do about it? you dare to stop me?!"


    In the tense silence, n''s voice emerged with an unexpected coolness. "I may have said I can''t promise everyone''s safety, but that doesn''t mean I''mcking inbat skills."


    His words were an unmistakable challenge. Marcus''s head slowly turned towards n, his smirk widening. "You? Aren''t you just a schoolteacher? You want to challenge me?" Hisughter filled the air, mocking in its mirth.


    Allowing his amusement to simmer down, Marcus locked eyes with n. "Well, let''s see what you''ve got, teacher. Entertain me."


    As Marcus began to unbutton his shirt, the crowd instinctively retreated a few steps, forming a natural arena.? Whispers spread like wildfire through Marcus''s loyalists. They knew their leader''s prowess, and to them, n challenging him was nothing short of folly.


    Vicky, who believed in n''s capabilities, felt a pang of unease. She looked for someone with more knowledge, hoping for some reassurance. Spotting Merle, the seasoned veteran, she urgently asked, "What can you tell us about Marcus? how strong is he?"


    But Merle, preupied with the unfolding situation, didn''t acknowledge her. Instead, he approaches n''s side, his face etched with concern. "Have you lost your mind? Do you even know who you''re challenging?"


    n''s voice tinged with apprehension yet resolute, "Yes, I know exactly who he is."


    Not only was Marcus a veteran yer, but he also had years of fighting experience from his days in the military. He also had proven himself in the Port town training grounds; ranking among the top 20 long-rangebatants and even more impressively, within the top 5 in closebat. The man was one of the top echelons of veteran yers.


    Merle''s disbelief grew. "What the fuck! then why are you picking a fight with him? You can''t possibly think that you have a shot against him?"


    n''s fingers wrapped around the hilt of his sword, its metallic coolness serving as a grounding force. He met Merle''s worried eyes with determination. "There''s only one way to find out, isn''t there?" As he prepared his handgun, n turned his gaze back to Marcus "I assume you have no objections to me using firearms?"


    Marcusughed a deep, throaty chuckle that was both condescending and confident. "Bring out whatever you wish. It won''t make a difference. This duel will conclude sooner than you think."


    The source of Marcus'' overbearing confidence soon became terrifyingly clear. As everyone watched, a dramatic transformation overtook him. A guttural scream erupted from his mouth, echoing with pain and rage. His physique contorted grotesquely; muscles bulged more prominently, veins snaked visibly beneath his skin. Then, like a shadow creeping over him, dark fur sprouted rapidly across his frame. His fingers elongated into sharp ws, and his face morphed, revealing menacing fangs that gleamed with deadly intent.


    [Wolf transformation].


    The aftermath was a beastly silhouette that dominated the scene, standing tall at 2 meters. This half-man, half-wolf entity was the stuff of nightmares, exuding a predatory aura. Marcus'' transformation was the embodiment of a power given by the bloodline booster, a featureter avable in the game.


    Whispers spread among the Blood Patriots. Many had heard tales of their leader''s unique power, but most havent had the chance to witness it themselves. Especially the fifty yers who never followed Marcus tobat. The sight that met their eyes was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Some cheered, invigorated by the disy of strength from their leader. Others exchanged anxious nces, silently praying for n''s safety.


    But n''s face was devoid of any surprise. He had anticipated this, evident in the steely calmness of his demeanor. As soon as Marcus, in his transformed state, lunged at him with boosted speed, n''s Glock rang out in quick session.


    BAM! BAM! BAM!


    [Shooting: Inflicts 18 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 19 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 17 damage]


    But Marcus'' enhanced physique wasn''t just for show. The bullets seemed to do little against the werewolf''s dense muscture. By the time n fired his third shot, Marcus was already upon him, shing with an extended w.


    CLANKK!


    n, relying on his instincts, quickly raised his sword in a defensive maneuver, managing to deflect the blow. Yet, the sheer force behind the attack sent him stumbling back several steps, his boots skidding against the ground.


    Roars of approval erupted from the Blood Patriots, their voices creating a cacophony of encouragement. Their faith in their leader was surging, emboldened by the monstrous power they were witnessing.


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 Chapter 88 Bloodhound

    <h4>Chapter 88 Bloodhound</h4>


    Every year since the inception of the Apocalypse game, humanity''s best minds, researchers, and strategists had coborated, seeking to decipher and confront the enigmatic challenges posed by this perplexing digital reality. As yers delved deeper into the game, they stumbled upon a unique feature: the [Bloodline Booster]. This wasn''t just any upgrade; it represented a monumental shift in gamey dynamics.


    The moment the first elite yers unlocked and showcased the capabilities of the [Bloodline Booster], it transcended its status and became a global phenomenon. It allowed yers to augment their virtual DNA, bestowing them with unique abilities tied to bloodline power.


    Military think tanks recognized the tactical advantages that these Bloodline Boosters offered. Soon, secretive military programs were initiated.


    In the third year of this relentless game, as the strategies matured and desperation grew, the military''s experimentation birthed something extraordinary. Soldiers, those who manifested the ability to harness the [Wolf Gene] from the Bloodline Booster, were cherry-picked and molded into an elite fighting force. This elite cadre, constituting 30 exceptional soldiers, was christened the Bloodhounds Unit.


    The formation of the Bloodhounds was not just a tactical move; it was a beacon of hope and the unit quickly skyrocketed to fame. They weren''t just soldiers; they became symbols, showcasing the military''s potential to finally triumph over the game.


    However, the game, as always, was unpredictable and merciless. Merely two rounds post the formation of the Bloodhounds, the tides turned dramatically. Whether due to underestimation, overconfidence, or sheer bad luck, the unit found itself cornered. An order ¡ª some say it was a tactical retreat, others im it was an abandonment ¡ª led to a massacre. The unit, celebrated and paraded just a while ago, was nearly obliterated.


    Only a handful emerged from the carnage. Distraught by their perceived betrayal and the loss of theirrades, these survivors severed their ties with the military. They channeled their bitterness and unmatched skills toy the foundation of a renegade group called the Blood Patriots.


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    One of these formidable Blood Patriots was now hurtling towards n.


    Every swing, every motion was magnified by his augmented strength. When his w sliced through the air, the very atmosphere seemed to quiver. n''s attempt to parry had been almost wless, his sword meeting the descending w in a desperate block.


    CLANKKKK!!!


    With just one ferocious strike, n was sent sprawling back several meters. Yet, the sheer force behind the blow drained 10 of his HP, an rming sign of Marcus''s prowess. Even to the untrained eye, the difference in strength between them was unmistakable.


    With an air of arrogance, Marcus halted his furious charge. Instead of pouncing on his wounded prey, he shifted his tactics, adopting the chilling, deliberate pace of a predator certain of its catch. The confidence in his stride was unmistakable, and his eyes never wavered from n.


    Of the six rounds n unleashed, three found their mark, sinking deep into the monstrous form of Marcus. Each bullet, cumtively sapping less than 50 of Marcus''s HP.


    n''s experienced eyes took in the slightlybored movements of the half-wolf, performing quick mental calctions. n surmised that he might possess a health pool ranging from 300 to possibly 400 HP if one took into ount the potential enhancements from his gear.


    However, the crux of the matter wasn''t the sheer amount of the wolf''s HP, but its blinding speed. The half-wolf, representing one of the most agile bloodlines in the game, seemed almost impervious to these ranged assaults. Even n''s D agility was not fast enough to outrun the wolf, and there was no need topare his E strength.


    Those who witnessed the high-octane chase exchanged nervous nces. Whispers spread, conjectures were made, and a consensus was reached: n was perilously close to his endgame. It felt inevitable. Just a matter of time before those fierce ws would find their mark.


    "It appears a normal firearm has no use against you, let me give my new toy a try."


    Without missing a beat, n holstered his trusty [Glock] and swiftly reced it with the weapon he had recentlye across, the umon [Luger]. It was a weapon renowned for its devastating firepower, further enhanced by a special attribute: [Bonus 20% damage against humans]. And while Marcus might have the form of a beast, the game still recognized him as part-human.


    With calcted precision, n pivoted on his heel, retreating while simultaneously drawing his handguns. They barked loudly in the ensuing silence.


    BAM BAM!!


    [Shooting: Inflicts 30 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 28 damage]


    It gave 20% more damage, but it wasn''t the bonus damage n was rooting for, it was the stopping power. The lugger has dealt more damage and created a much stronger bullet impact forcefully making the half-wolf step held, and n used that split-second difference to regain his distance.


    Dexterously, n continued his evasive maneuvers, ducking and weaving, all the while ensuring Marcus remained within his shooting range. His guns roared again.


    BAM BAM!!


    [Shooting: Inflicts 27 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 29 damage]


    To the onlookers, this deadly dance resembled an intricate game of cat and mouse. However, this mouse was armed, making every twist and turn a potential threat to the predatory cat.


    The Blood Patriots, fiercely loyal to Marcus, could barely contain their frustration. Their leader''s dominance was being challenged by what seemed to be a mere nimble-footed yer. Shouts of anger and encouragement filled the air.


    "You''re such a coward!!" "


    n released 8 bullets and managed to hit 6 of them, by this time, n should have already taken more than 200 of Marcus''s HP.


    But even in this high-stakes dance of bullets and ws, n''s vignce never wavered. He was well aware of Marcus''s capabilities, the reason why Marcus was not afraid of bullets.


    Marcus, now more beast than man, locked his gaze onto n. With a soul-chilling howl, a miraculous transformation began. Every bullet wound, every puncture that marred his body, began sealing shut, as if they were never there. This wasn''t just natural resilience; this was an inherent skill of the wolf bloodline, the ability to regenerate.


    [Wolf Regeneration]

 Chapter 89 Duels

    <h4>Chapter 89 Duels</h4>


    As the acrid smell of gunpowder permeated the air, one undeniable truth settled in the minds of the spectators: Marcus''s audacious stance under gunfire wasn''t some theatrical disy of arrogance.


    Beneath that beastly facade, he bore a distinctive ability that neutralized the impact of conventional arms. His resilience and regenerative powers made him an adversary that bullets alone couldn''t defeat. The battle had just begun to reach its zenith.


    n, however, grappled with a pressing dilemma. The familiar weight of his [Luger] seemed lighter, a stark reminder of the diminishing cache of unique 19mm bullets he possessed. Each shot fired brought him closer to exhausting his ammunition reserve, a prospect he wasn''t prepared to face, especially not for this singr confrontation with Marcus.


    Closing his eyes briefly, n drew a long, deep breath. As he exhaled, he addressed the 50 yers who observed attentively to the fight. "Consider this yourst training session,"


    In a move that none had anticipated, n unceremoniously stowed his [Luger] into its holster, making his way towards a tableden with an arsenal of weaponry. Every eye followed him, trying to guess his next choice of arms. The crowd murmured, specting on which high-powered firearm he would opt for next.


    But n surprisingly reached out and grasped the unimed [Wooden Shield], Securing it to his left arm, he drew the [Arming Sword] with his right hand - an unexpected choice that left many puzzled. Before the shock could fully settle or Vicky could voice her concerns, n assumed hisbat stance, showcasing a blend of defense and offense.


    From the midst of the gathered crowd, an incredulous voice eximed, "He''s lost his mind!"


    As if on cue, the once mangled and bloodied form of Marcus began to morph. The grotesque spectacle of his regeneration concluded with him in peak form, ready to initiate the next round of their duel,


    Gazing at n, Marcus''s eyes gleamed with a mix of respect and challenge. "Your actions continue to intrigue me, school teacher," he growled, his voice now echoing an even more primal, animalistic depth.


    Anticipation crackled in the air as onlookers awaited n''s next move. In the previous round, n had adeptly darted around, employing hit-and-run tactics. However, to everyone''s surprise, n rooted himself to the spot this time, firmly grounding himself in a ssic sword stance, every muscle tensed in readiness.


    The distance between Marcus and n diminished in the blink of an eye, as the half-wolf lunged, his predatory speed evident. Yet n, his focus unwavering, fluidly sidestepped the lethal swipe aimed at him. With Marcus momentarily off-bnce, n seized the chance, delivering a swift, low sh to the wolf''s legs. The cut wasn''t debilitating, but it was a clear point scored.


    Quick to respond, Marcus whipped around, ws glistening dangerously under the sunlight, ready to retaliate. But n was already two steps ahead. Evading the beast''s counter with a nimble maneuver, he positioned himself strategically. And as Marcus unleashed another barrage of swipes with his deadly ws, n raised his shield, using it as a bulwark against the onught. The shield absorbed some of the brute force but n, always calcting, wasn''t content with just defending.


    With a burst of speed, he pivoted, using the momentum to unleash a powerful arc with his sword, leaving a deep, bleeding gash on Marcus''s arm. The sheer precision of the move, the control, and mastery over his weapon left the audience in awe. This wasn''t a fluke. This was the result of three rigorous years of mastering swordy in the virtual realm.


    But beyond mere technique, n''s sess hinged on his sharp analytical skills. Through keen observation, he had deduced Marcus''s capabilities.


    He estimated Marcus''s agility at a D+ rank and strength at a C rank. While he couldn''t hope to overpower Marcus in sheer strength, agility was where they were nearly matched. Recognizing this, n strategically allocated one of his free attributes to boost his agility.


    [Agility: D] +1 [D>D+]


    As tempting as it was to invest more into agility, n had a broader strategy in mind. Rejecting the straightforward path of increasing his agility or strength further, he instead bolstered his endurance, ensuring he could withstand the prolongedbat and demanding physical feats it demanded.


    [Endurance: E+] +2 [E+>D->D]


    In the heat of battle, raw power alone isn''t a guarantor of victory. Strategy and foresight often tip the scales, and n was banking on that. On the surface, enhancing his endurance might not immediately amplify hisbat prowess, but for the intricate dance of a duel that he anticipated, it was paramount.


    n envisioned a drawn-out battle - a constant intery of dodges, ripostes, and parries - which would tax his stamina to its very limits.


    The battlefield soon bore witness to this vision. At several junctures, when Marcus''s overwhelming strength had n backed into a corner, the teacher reached deep within and called upon his [Power Strike] ability. This skill allowed him a brief surge in strength, temporarily bringing him on par with Marcus''s formidable power. To further level the ying field, n utilized [Lunge Strike], which augmented his agility, allowing him to make rapid, darting movements to both evade and counterattack.


    Yet, every use of these skills took a toll. They demanded an energy reservoir that seemed to deplete at an rming rate.


    [Stamina 68/100]


    The discerning eye would have noted the subtle signs: the slight heaving of n''s chest, the thin sheen of sweat on his brow. Yet, what puzzled many was the rate at which n seemed to recover.


    Unbeknownst to most, n''s [Schr Spirit] trait yed a pivotal role here. It naturally hastened his stamina regeneration. And with his strategic investment in endurance, n was not just holding his ground, but actively dictating the pace and flow of thebat.


    [Stamina 55/100]


    As minutes ticked by, those spectating began to see a narrative unfold, one that showcased the underestimated power of the sword and shieldbo.


    Even the most devout followers of the Blood Patriots - who once jeered and mocked - were rendered mute, their taunts dying in their throats. The whispers began, first hushed, then growing in volume and incredulity: "Who in the world is this man?"


    [Stamina 39/100]


    The subsequent moments of the duel mirrored the dance they''d begun earlier. It was like watching a high-stakes performance where each dancer had something to lose with every misstep. n''s agility allowed him to weave and dart around the arena, evading the snapping jaws and shing ws of the half-wolf Marcus. Yet, for all his nimbleness, the force he could muster in his strikes was just not enough to cause substantial damage to the beast.


    Marcus''s growing frustration was palpable. He had anticipated a quick and brutal end to this fight, and yet, n continued to defy those expectations. Every moment that ticked by without a fatal error on n''s part was a testament to his skill and resolve. Marcus could almost taste victory; he knew it would take just one miscalction, a split-second dy in n''s reactions, or the simple exhaustion of stamina to seal n''s fate. But as the minutes wore on, that decisive moment seemed increasingly elusive.


    The onlookers began to shift their perceptions. The more they witnessed n''s tenacity and skill, the more their respect for him grew. From being an underdog, n was slowly but surely bing a beacon of hope and inspiration for many.


    [Stamina 22/100]


    Marcus''s growl of frustration broke through the charged atmosphere. One was panting its breath, the other was full of blood, it was a battle of endurance.


    Before the winner was settled, however, a distant roar of engines grew louder.


    A sly smile yed on n''s lips as he said, "Ah, right on cue."


    It was A convoy of jeeps and trucks rumbled into the farm, dust swirling in their wake. The emblem on the vehicles was unmistakable ¡ª it was the U.S. military. And leading them was a face n recognized all too well.


    Emerging from the lead vehicle with a stern expression, a man in a crisply ironed uniform shouted, "What the hell is happening here?" It was Dn, the formidable Sergeant of the U.S. Army.


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 Chapter 90 Foods

    <h4>Chapter 90 Foods</h4>


    The dull roar of engines grew louder, culminating in the appearance of the US military convoy. The vehicles, covered in dust from their journey, pulled to a stop, abruptly ending the duels that were taking ce. As the dust settled, the soldiers, wearing their camo uniforms and carrying weapons, disembarked swiftly, forming a defensive line around the perimeter. The scene gave an immediate sense of authority, making everyone present rethink their actions.


    At the forefront was Sergeant Dn, a tall, imposing figure with a chiseled jaw and a no-nonsense demeanor. Two dozen soldiers nked him, all scanning the crowd with practiced ease, their fingers hovering near their triggers. But despite hisposure, Dn''s eyes widened in genuine surprise at the spectacle before him.


    n, someone he had not expected to find in such a situation, was locked inbat with the half-wolf ¡ª a transformation that was the signature of the notorious Blood Patriots leader, Marcus Wright.


    Clearing his throat tomand attention, he bellowed, "What the hell is going on here?!" His voice echoed through the silent fields, demanding an answer. He stood with a confident posture, his imposing figure making him appear evenrger against the backdrop of the vast farms and the assembled crowd.


    n, visibly catching his breath from the duel, wiped sweat from his brow before stepping forward. His voice, though tired, held a note of irony. "We were just having a friendly training session, Sergeant. Mister Marcus here was giving us a demonstration." The sarcasm wasn''t lost on those who heard.


    Marcus, realizing the bnce of power had shifted, grunted and with a visible effort, reverted back to his human form ¡ª the transformation, though swift, was visibly taxing. His now human face, still showing traces of the wolf''s ferocity, spoke before Dn could process what just happened. "We were merely here to retrieve our men... and our supplies."


    Dn''s eyes, sharp as a hawk, caught onto the word, "Supplies?" He smirked, "You wouldn''t be talking about my food, would you?" The challenge was evident in his tone.


    Marcus seemed taken aback, but before he could reply, n, with a sly grin, interjected. "As I mentioned to Mister Marcus earlier, I can''t provide him with what he seeks. My supplies have already been spoken for, by the very people you represent." He paused for emphasis, "The military."


    It all clicked into ce. The reason for the military''s presence, the halted duel, and n''s confidence. He had orchestrated this, banking on the military''s demand for resources. With their vast numbers, the military was constantly on the lookout for supplies. And n had reached out to them, turning a potential conflict into an opportunity.


    Realizing his strategic disadvantage, Marcus approached his lieutenant, Sharon. She handed him a cloth, which he used to wipe off the blood stters from his skin. With deliberate movements, he pulled on his shirt. Every action he took was calm and measured, belying the raging beast he had morphed into moments ago.


    But before Marcus could fully retreat, n''s voice cut through the tension once more, "Hold on a moment, Seeing as our negotiations were cut short, how about a constion? I''ll offer you the firearms at a 20% discount. A peace offering, if you will."


    Marcus paused, considering the offer. After a brief exchange of nces with his men, he gave a curt nod. The understanding was clear; it was a transaction, not a truce. As for the 50 members, He gave no orders, no farewells, he didn''t even give them a nce. Simply turned away, leaving them behind.


    As the roar of engines faded, n addressed the abandoned Blood Patriots. "You are all free to do anything now, and yes you are wee to stay here"


    A cacophony of cheers erupted, but n barely acknowledged them. He was already locked in a silent conversation with Sergeant Dn, whose prating gaze was filled with a mixture of respect and curiosity.


    "Did you just fight Marcus Wright and win?!" Dn inquired an incredulous tone in his voice.


    n chuckled, the sound light but with an underlying tiredness. "Win? Against him? Not a chance. If you had been a minuteter, I''d probably already lost a limb or two"


    Dn smirked, his stern facade cracking just a little. "Guess you owe me one then. And I do hope that trantes into a good deal for the food."


    n yfully rolled his eyes, "For the savior of my limbs, a 10% discount."


    Dn raised an eyebrow, "10% per limb? So that''s 20%, right?"


    The camaraderie between the two was evident, a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the air moments ago.


    As n and Dn walked side by side toward the farmhouse, an easy camaraderie surrounded them. Their footsteps fell in sync, thefortable silence asionally punctuated by bouts ofughter or murmuredments. It seemed as though they were picking up from a conversation they''d been having for years. And in a way, they were. To n, Dn wasn''t just the stern sergeant in front of him; he was the friend he had lost in another life. Their shared memories, though only truly remembered by n, created an unseen bond, making their interactions natural and unforced.


    Upon reaching the farmhouse, Luis awaited them. Spread out in front of him were crates, each filled with packets of meat. Thebels read: Rats, Squirrels, Bats, Frogs, Crows, and Monkeys. With a grand gesture, Luis announced, "A total of 3,000 portions, ready for delivery."


    n gestured to the crates, "This should sustain about half of your forces for a day."


    Dn surveyed the meats, his eyebrows knitting together in a mixture of fascination and apprehension. "Some of these... Are they even edible?"


    n chuckled, "They''re not just edible, but nutritious too. Survival times call for survival measures." He then looked Dn square in the eye, assessing. "It''s 15,000 survival points for the lot."


    Dn hesitated, but only for a second. The pressing nature of their situation was clear. "Deal."


    Watching the exchange, Luis beamed proudly. n had always been clear about his intentions. Hoarding was never the game n. 500 portions for the farm''s sustenance and the rest would be traded. Their group thrived because of n''s knack for strategy and foresight.


    n''s mind briefly shed back to the lessons from his past life. The haunting memory of losing countless yers during the Nazi mission still lingered. The mistake had been clear: the military had spread themselves too thin, investing heavily in procuring daily food needs.


    Snapping back to the present, n observed as the army personnel began loading the meat crates onto their vehicles. Yet, a glint in his eye signaled he still had an ace up his sleeve.


    He leaned in, voice low but filled with promise, "Sergeant, if you''re looking to secure more supplies..." Dn perked up, anticipation evident. n continued, "There might be something else you''d be interested in."


    Dn''s eyes widened in hope. "More? You''ve got more supplies?"


    n grinned, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Not exactly. Just follow me, Sergeant."


    The two men ventured to the opposite end of the farm, past the barns and storage sheds. The path they walked was less trodden, overgrown with grass and weeds. It was clear this wasn''t a regr part of n''s daily rounds.


    Suddenly, the path opened up to reveal an expanse ofnd, an oasis of green sprouts amidst the otherwise dusty farm. Rows upon rows of budding green nts stretched out in front of them, their tuberous roots hidden just beneath the surface of the earth.


    Dn''s face lit up in recognition and disbelief, "Potatoes?! You''ve got a potato farm here? How did you manage this?"


    nughed, his pride evident. "This has been my little secret. I started this project four days ago." He squatted down, inspecting one of the nts. "They''ll be ready for harvest by tomorrow morning."


    Dn, still reeling from the surprise, asked, "How much are we talking about here?"


    n stood up, doing some mental calctions. "Given the in-game boost on these seeds, each nt should yield about 20 potatoes. Since I''ve sowed 50 seeds, we''re looking at roughly 500 portions by tomorrow. And if I start another batch right after the harvest, we can have up to 10,000 portions ready in the next 5 days."


    Dn''s eyes widened at the potential. The weight of his responsibility as the sergeant and the need to feed his men was always pressing on his mind.


    "So do you want them, Sergeant?!"


    "Yes, I definitely want them!"


    n nodded, having anticipated this reaction. But then he saw a shift in Dn''s demeanor, a realization. "However," Dn started, his voice hesitant, "we don''t have the 50,000 survival points"


    The corner of n''s mouth twitched into a knowing smirk. He had seen thising and he had something else he nned to ask the military.


    "What is it that you want?"

 Chapter 91 Points

    <h4>Chapter 91 Points</h4>


    The US military had been embroiled in the game for 3 years, and throughout this period, they had faced countless challenges, learned their lessons, and sharpened their strategies. Their preparation was evident in the establishment of their own farms. Corn, intended to provide sustenance for their vast ranks. However, their calctions did not include the? hunger penalty, which was threefold. This oversight meant that their harvests, although bountiful, still fell short of the army''s demands.


    n had sympathetically anticipated the military''s reluctance to expend a whopping 50,000 survival points on food, despite the pressing need. While it was a significant setback, he had contingencies in ce. Rather than pressing for immediate payment, n''s adaptability came to the forefront. He offered flexibility in payment terms: a deferred payment post the current round, or even bartering items that the military deemed superfluous.


    His next request was specific. "I''d appreciate it if you could assign some of your yers proficient in ''farming'' to assist with the farm," n proposed.


    Dn, understanding the logic behind this request, promptly responded, "Yes, of course." Having yers with farming skills would undoubtedly optimize the farm''s productivity, expediting growth cycles and maximizing yields.


    Having reached an understanding, Dn oversaw the preparation to transport the procured food to the military camp. As the final crates were being loaded, Dn approached n, his expression grave. n, if those Blood Patriots ever cause any disturbances again, don''t hesitate to reach out." he advised earnestly.


    n, appreciating the gesture but confident in his camp''s capabilities, replied with a calm smile, "We can handle them, but your concern is appreciated." With a firm handshake sealing their newfound understanding and alliance, n bid Sergeant Dn farewell.


    Once the dust settled and the military convoy began to fade in the distance, n took a moment to catch his breath, reflecting on the tumultuous events that had just transpired. The farmstead, now buzzing with activity and chatter, became the backdrop for n''s next crucial task: tallying the survival points and dividing the spoils among hispanions.


    From the sale of firearms to the yers, n amassed 19,200 survival points. The Blood Patriots had contributed a heftier sum, purchasing weapons for 46,500 points. In total, the firearms had yielded a substantial 65,700 points. This pot would be distributed amongst the core team responsible for the raid: n, Luiss, Vicky, Milo, and Daniel. After careful deliberation, the group had earlier decided to allocate 5,700 points to Rose in recognition of her contributions, leaving 12,000 points each for the primary members.


    Across the farm, Merle and Redneck, overhearing the distribution details, exchanged rueful nces. They couldn''t help but feel a pang of regret for hastily iming their initial share. The value of patience was underscored that day.


    However, the firearm sale wasn''t n''s only source of ie. The meat sales had fetched another 15,000 points. Given the tremendous effort required in hunting and crafting the meats, n felt it was only right to share this bounty with Luis, Shamus, Gus, and Marie. Each of them, pivotal in turning the hunt into a tangible asset, was awarded 3,000 survival points.


    The atmosphere was one of jovial satisfaction. Still, n, ever the prudent leader, took a moment to address hispanions. "Use these points wisely," he cautioned.


    For n, however, the mood was more introspective. As he essed his game interface, the disyed bnce brought a smile to his face: [Survival Points: 25,450]. His primary goal, securing the 10,000 points required to purchase the elixir for his ailing daughter, was now within grasp. Yet, deep down, n knew that this sum, while considerable, was still a far cry from the amount he''d need to truly tilt the game in his favor.


    As the noon sun warmed the earth, n gathered hispanions and the fifty new recruits, directing them to arge makeshift tableden with a hearty meal. The fragrance of cooked meats wafted through the air, aforting reminder of their recent sesses. Yet, amidst this casual feast, an undercurrent of anticipation persisted. Every eye was trained on n, seeking direction and rity.


    n, absorbing the palpable tension, finally broke the silence.


    "So, what''s next for us, Mister n?" echoed the collective sentiment.


    He hesitated for a moment, gauging the group''s diverseposition. While n was itching to embark on his personal quests and tasks, he felt an inherent responsibility towards these yers.


    "Your path in this game is yours to choose," he began, "But first, reflect on the role you wish to y in this game?"


    "The frontline," n began, his voice steady and firm, "It is a brutal, unforgiving territory where only the most resolute thrive. It demands more than just physical strength or agility; it demands unwavering determination." He let his words sink in before continuing, "And if you falter, not only will you perish, but you''ll jeopardize everyone fighting alongside you."


    He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in, before offering an alternative. "However, there''s another way in this game. Crafting, hunting, farming ¨C these tasks can earn you survival points. These points can keep you in the game even if things go wrong."


    As they mulled over his words, the mood was contemtive. He could see the mental calctions, the weighing of risks and rewards. The aroma of the food was almost forgotten as the gravity of their decisions weighed on their minds.


    By lunch''s end, decisions were made. Shamus, Gus, Marie, and 17 others decided to focus on support roles. Their skills were better suited for crafting and farming.


    The remaining 30 were determined for battle. "Lead us, Mister n," one of them voiced the collective sentiment. "We''ll fight by your side."


    n nodded in acknowledgment, appreciative of their spirit but he had one more revtion toy before them, a test of theirmitment.


    "To fight in this round, for me, it means joining the US military''s militia. Can you put aside any past grudges and do that?"


    The group hesitated, exchanging nces. After a tense moment, the reply came, firm and resolute, "Yes, we''re willing."

 Chapter 92 Militia

    <h4>Chapter 92 Militia</h4>


    In a post-apocalyptic setting, the term "militia unit" took on new importance. While historically a militia referred to civilians, not a part of the regr armed forces, in this new world, their role became pivotal. They served as the gap-fillers, providing aid to the military in critical situations. These groups would rally to the military''s side during dire straits, operating with strategies and tactics that kept them aligned with the broader objectives of the military.


    n had always been a strategist. His interactions, his decisions, every step he took was intertwined with the military''s operations. As the game progressed, he discerned the importance of maintaining proximity to the militarymand. But direct enlistment had its constraints, limitations he wasn''t willing to ept. The militia, with its semi-independent status, offered a middle ground ¨C allowing him a semnce of autonomy while keeping him connected to the primary source of power.


    On a particr afternoon, the sun casting long shadows over the wastnd, n, with determination etched on his face, led his diverse group towards the military camp to enlist themselves as a formidable militia unit.


    Entering the military base, the vastness and hustle became apparent. The camp''s sounds ¨C conversations, the clinking of weapons, distantughter ¨C buzzed in the air. n, looking around, remarked, "It''s crowded in here."


    Over the past six days, the military had achieved a significant feat. Not only had they bolstered their primary forces, but the camp''s outskirts were now filled with tents, each housing members of the newly formed militia units. The sheer number was staggering ¨C over a thousand yers had chosen the path of the militia. And the enlistment was still ongoing. A snaking line of eager yers waited for their turn to register. n estimated, given the pace,


    "It''s probably going to take them an hour to finish their registration."


    Vicky, always the vivacious one, spotted an opportunity before the rest did. With a determined glint in her eyes, she approached a military officer who looked to be in charge. Her affable charm, paired with her distinct beauty, always made people pay heed.


    She sessfully pulled one of the officers and introduced him to the group,


    "Sir, may I present our group to you?"


    The military officer took a sweeping nce at n''s party. His initial enthusiasm dampened upon seeing the eclectic assembly before him. With a sigh and a shade of annoyance, he muttered, "40 more mouths to feed. I truly hope you lot can prove yourselves valuable here." There was no missing the skepticism in his voice. To his eyes, save for the ruggedly built rednecks, many in the group looked out of ce, if not downright fragile.


    However, formality demanded he register them properly. Clearing his throat, he asked,


    "For the sake of records, kindly mention your level."


    As each member of the group disclosed their levels, the officer''s eyebrows arched in surprise. They were certainly not the rookies he had taken them for most had passed level 10 and some even reached level 15. But the real shock came when Merle, the ''Crimson Gunner'', stepped forward. The instant recognition was evident in the officer''s eyes. His stern demeanor melted into an apologetic smile, "¡­ level 38.. a veteran.. d you are joining us, sir"


    Then came n''s turn. The officer''s initial scan didn''t give him pause, but upon learning of n''s level, disbelief painted his features. A rank of 20 was a feat, especially for someone who wasnt a veteran, n''s achievements seemed almost surreal.


    Seizing this moment of heightened interest, n made his pitch. "We request to form our own independent militia unit," he began. It was a bold demand. The trend at the camp was to group militias intorge units that typically housed 50 to 100 yers. Yet, n was adamant about the independence and flexibility of his own unit. He had connections, like Sergeant Dn, whom he was willing to leverage if it came down to it.


    But the officer, perhaps swayed by Merle''s reputation and Vicky''s endearing charm, made a rare concession. The wheels of bureaucracy, typically slow to turn, spun faster this day.


    The officer pulled out a registration form, quickly scribbled down their toon number, and then looked up expectantly, "You are militia toon 17. Now, for administrative purposes, I need the name of the leader and two others"


    n, having already thought this through, didn''t hesitate. He immediately nominated Merle for the role of his right-hand man, given Merle''s vast experience and the respect hemanded. The third name, however, posed a conundrum for n. His gaze oscited between Rose, with her unparalleled skills, and Milo, whose past as a professional boxer made him an intimidating force.


    However, in an unexpected twist, n''s choice settled on someone else. "Victoria Collins," he dered, penning down the actress''s full name.


    Vicky''s blue eyes widened in shock. Her voice, tinged with disbelief, echoed the collective surprise of the group. "Me?! Seriously, n?"


    n met her gaze, unfazed by the astonishment in her eyes. "Yes," he confirmed.


    Understanding dawned upon Vicky, and a sly grin curled her lips. "Ah, I get it now. You need a face for the group, don''t you? A poster girl, maybe?"


    n''s straightforward nod confirmed her suspicion. But it wasn''t just about her looks. Vicky, with her undeniable charm and eloquence, would bnce Merle''s rugged exterior and provide the group with a refined touch. Her presence was bound to open doors that might otherwise remain closed for them.


    Sheughed, genuinely amused by n''s candidness. But n, looking into her sparkling eyes, added earnestly, "I also think with your character and skill, you have the most potential among the group,? I genuinely believe you have what it takes."


    Vicky, often the confident actress, was caught off guard. A shade of pink brushed her cheeks, her voice softening, "Thank you, n. I won''t let you down."


    "What''s our next move?" she added.


    "We wait," n replied, eyes scanning the camp.


    Before Vicky could delve deeper into his vague response, an announcement was made, calling all militia leaders for a briefing with Captain Carter. n, quick on the uptake, nudged Vicky, "That''s our cue."

 Chapter 93 Units

    <h4>Chapter 93 Units</h4>


    The atmosphere was palpable. The massive tent, known as the military HQ, was adorned with maps of the city, pinned strategically on the walls. Tables with variousmunication devices were positioned towards the back. n noted the massive digital clock disying the 36-hour countdown for the D-rank group event titled [Rescue Prisoners].


    n had rightly foreseen the Military Army''s decision to marshal every avable yer for this crucial server-wide mission. This foresight had been the key driving factor behind his enlistment in the militia force. He wanted to be at the epicenter of action, and this was his opportunity.


    As n, Merle, and Vicky entered the briefing tent, the sheer number of attendees was daunting. Over a hundred yers, each representing different factions and groups from the server, had assembled. The dim lighting in the tent cast an eerie glow on the faces of militia leaders, officers, and squad leaders, making them appear even more resolute.


    n''s keen eyes darted around the tent. He tried to gauge the strength, intentions, and alliances forming in real-time. Front and center stood Captain Sam Carter, a tall woman with an air of authority that was hard to ignore. She was nked by five lieutenants, each with a unique insignia that marked their rank and division.


    Four of themmanded their respectivepanies, Alpha. Bravo, Charlie, and Delta each with 200 soldiers at hand. The fifth however was a special one. Lieutenant Summers bore a badge symbolizing the US military Delta forces. The most highly trained elite forces in the US military.


    It wasn''t just the lieutenants who caught n''s attention. There were officers who seemed to be in charge of other specialized units. The Mobile units and the Logistics Unit. Among them, n''s previous acquaintance, Sergeant Dn.


    Not just the formidable military presence, but also various factions were represented within the tent. The ck Sand mercenaries had a corner of their own, their dark-d members emanating an air of menace and capability. And at their helm stood Cachellos, a name that was whispered in many circles with a mix of respect and fear. His reputation as a ruthless and strategic leader preceded him. He stood with his hands sped behind his back, observing the room with sharp, predatory eyes.


    However, one noticeable absence from this eclectic mix was the Blood Patriots. Their absence was conspicuous and triggered whispered conversations among the attendees. Were they nning to act independently, or was this an intentional snub to the military''s efforts?


    As murmurs filled the room, Captain Sam Carter, a woman of distinct stature and poise, stepped forward. She silenced the tent with a single,manding statement, "Alright now that everyone''s here, I am going to brief our strategy."


    With a determined gaze, Captain Carter first provided an overview of their collective strength. A holographic screen showcased the numbers:


    [20 militia Units: 1520 yers]


    [4 Military Company: 1000 yers].


    The total forceprised a staggering 2520 yers. n was inwardly impressed. In his previous life''s recollections, they hadn''t managed to muster even half this number.


    Captain Carter then unveiled a detailed map of the town. It disyed theyout, with critical points and recent intel marked in different colors. The data had been gathered from multiple reconnaissance missions over the past few days. Every Nazi outpost, patrol route, and defensive position was meticulously marked. The intel seemedprehensive, a testament to the military''s thoroughness.


    Moving to the crux of her briefing, Captain Carter outlined the mission strategy. It was a textbook example of the ''Divide and Conquer'' tactic. Four militarypanies would be strategically ced at each of the town''s entrances. They would be bolstered by select militia units, ensuring every entrance was heavily guarded.


    Their primary task? Draw the maximum attention of the Nazi soldiers. This would create a diversion, allowing the elite Special Forces, led by Lieutenant Summer, and the formidable ck Sand mercenaries to execute a covert raid on the prisoners'' building.


    As the briefing progressed, allocations were made. n''s heart rate ticked up a notch when he heard that his militia would be paired with Delta Company led by Lieutenant Marsh, a name from n''s past, who was about to be a significant figure in his present.


    Captain Carter continued her briefing, ensuring that everyone present understood the weight of their uing tasks. As she delved into the details of the three mission objectives, the tent was enveloped in a silence punctuated only by the subtle rustling of papers and the asional scribble of notes.


    "The primary objective," she began, pointing at the screen disying the words, [Stop the invading Nazi], Secondary objectives [Take over the town]. The two were self-exnatory. However, the mention of the third objective [Locate and stop WMD] was rife with spection and murmurs.


    "As of now, our intel is limited. Unfortunately, none seem to have any concrete clue about this quest, If you find any please share them"


    n certainly knew about some of the details of this mission, however now it was not the time to reveal them. He needed to gather more information and find the right way to make the most benefits out of it.


    Taking a deep breath and looking over the crowd of yers, she added with a resolute voice, "Challenges ahead are daunting, but they''re not insurmountable. Let''s work together, aim for the best, and prepare for the worst."


    With that, the briefing concluded. The tent slowly began to empty, with yers heading in different directions, discussing strategies, or lost in thought.


    As n exited the HQ tent, the bright sunlight momentarily blinded him. Adjusting his eyes, he was approached by Dn, who wore a cheerful grin, in stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere inside the tent.


    "n!, Good news. I''ve found two yers with the [farming] ability you had inquired about."


    Dn led the way through the bustling camp, maneuvering around groups of soldiers, makeshift tents, and campfires, to a quieter corner where three men were seated. As n approached, recognition dawned on him; it was Bill and his two imposing Russian bodyguards, Igor and Andrey. Their disheveled appearance and downtrodden expressions painted a tale of recent hardships.


    As they locked eyes, Bill immediately jumped to his feet, rushing to n. His once confident demeanor was reced by sheer desperation. "n, you have to help me," he pleaded, wringing his hands together. Igor and Andrey stayed back, their immense stature contrasting the forlorn expressions on their faces.


    "My own family tricked me, they wanted me dead" Bill eximed, his voice quivering.


    Amid the chaotic surroundings, Bill''s revtion about the mercenaries took n by surprise. Although the duo stood behind Bill with an air of intimidation, their demeanor hinted at something far removed from battle-hardened warriors. Bill''s nervous gesture towards Igor and Andrey made it evident that he wasn''t joking. As n''s gaze shifted from Bill''s anxious face to the silent, towering figures and back, Dn''s mention of their unique farming skills began to make sense.


    The duo, Igor and Andrey, bore an earthy presence. The [Farming (novice)] skill was exactly what he had been looking for.


    "I''ll offer whatever it takes," Bill''s voice trembled, "Just...keep me safe."


    n assessed the situation. Having two farmers was a boon, and if it meant taking in Bill as well, so be it. However, before making any decision, he wanted a clear understanding of their capabilities.


    "Show me your stats," n instructed.


    Both Russians presented stats that, despite being at level 12, showcasedmendable endurance and strength. Bill''s stats, on the other hand, were unexpected.


    [Billy Rhoades, Male, 34 years]


    [Level 12: 9260/10000]


    [HP: 180/180]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Strength: E-]


    [Agility: E-]


    [Endurance: E]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: E+]


    [Spirit: F-]


    [Skill- Common]


    [Small firearm (Expert)]


    [Skill- Unique]


    [Mercantile (Basic)]


    The Mercantile skill was intriguing. It granted yers the ability to secure items at discounted rates. A smirk yed on n''s lips, imagining how the CEO''s skill could be an asset.


    "Fine, Bill. You and your men can join us," n decided, casting a nce towards the west. "Over there, we have a fortified farm. It''s secure and needs skilled hands like Igor''s and Andrey''s." The two men exchanged a brief look before nodding, a silent affirmation of their decision.


    Bill, a bit relieved, asked, "And you, n? Where will you be?"


    As the evening sun cast long shadows on the camp, its golden hues creating a picturesque scene, n felt the gravity of the situation. With the impending night, he would lead a band of 40 yers on a daunting raid, setting the tone for the challenges ahead.

 Chapter 94 Outpost

    <h4>Chapter 94 Outpost</h4>


    The strategicyout of the Calumet town was aplex chessboard that the US Military sought to control. nked by the vast, undting sea on the eastern perimeter and a formidable range of mountains to the north, the town presented a formidable challenge in terms of defense and offense.


    To maintain vignce and control, the military strategically positioned fourpanies in separate outposts, meticulously choosing the locales based on tactical advantages. Two outposts stood as silent sentinels to the south, protecting any vulnerabilities from that nk. The remaining two outposts were established to the west, forming a protective arc around the town.


    Among these outposts, Delta Company had been assigned to a rather peculiar location: an outpost situated further up the western side of Cnte. At first nce, it appeared deste, with stretches of barrennd surrounding it, but to a discerning eye, this position was of paramount importance. The remoteness could act as a veil, hiding their movements and strategies. However, its proximity to certain vital points made it susceptible to being a hotbed of enemy activity, making it potentially the most dangerous site among the four.


    Upon receiving fresh directives from the higher echelons of the military, a wave of movementmenced. Various militia units, akin to an orchestrated symphony, began their march toward their designated locations. Among them was n and his band of 40 men.


    The assembly point was strategically set about 10 miles outside the town. It provided the ideal distance to ensure rapid mobilization while maintaining safety from any immediate threat. Here, amidst the rustling of the trees and the soft murmur of anticipation, a diverse group gathered. Apart from the stalwart Delta Company, which boasted a robust 200 yers, five additional militia groups had joined the rendezvous, bringing thebined strength to a little over 600 yers.


    The journey led them to a rugged terrain dominated by jagged cliffs and craggy outcrops. Tucked away in this harshndscape was Deltapany''s handiwork¡ªa makeshift fortification, ingeniously concealed by the natural topology. The soldiers had capitalized on the environment, converting a spacious cave into their temporary headquarters. Its entrance was strategically fortified, camouged to remain undetectable to the untrained eye.


    Within the cave, the atmosphere was markedly different. Torches illuminated the walls, revealing a hive of activity as soldiers hurried about, preparing for the imminent operation. At the heart of this undergroundbyrinth, Lieutenant Marsh had established hismand center. As the echoing footfalls of officers and militia leaders reverberated through the cave, Marsh''s authoritative voice beckoned them for a critical briefing.


    "I am Lieutenant Marsh, and tomorrow''s mission will be under mymand."


    n found himself studying the Lieutenant, trying to piece together his fragmented memories of the man. n didn''t remember much about the man other than the fact that Deltapany leader was a brave officer who died bravely while sessfully finishing his objective? even against insurmountable odds.


    Despite his rtively young age, Marsh''s demeanor exuded an aura of authority and experience. But as heid out his strategy, n felt a growing unease. Marsh''s gaze rarely, if ever, shifted towards the militia units. It was as if they were an afterthought, only bing relevant when he instructed them on the boundaries of their engagement.


    "Our objective was to create a diversion, engaging as many of them as possible while the special forces do their job"


    Despite the difficulty of the task, Marsh nominated only two of the five militia units to apany him in the heart of the battle. These chosen ones were led by individuals with military backgrounds, a fact that seemed to weigh heavily in their favor.


    To n, Marsh''s n was emblematic of a leader who leaned too heavily on conventional wisdom, failing to see the potential value in unconventional assets. The primary reliance on the main army and the sideline role allocated to the militias spoke of a potentialck of vision.


    While n recognized this, he was also acutely aware of his position. Without any significant rank or recognition, influencing the strategy was a tall order. He knew that to find a ce at the table, he would have to demonstrate his value in undeniable terms.


    Yet the conundrum was evident¡ªhow could he make a tangible impact when the very opportunity to do so was being denied?


    As the cave meeting drew to its close, Lieutenant Marsh, with a final show of begrudging trust, handed over military-grade equipment to each militia leader. It was precisely the tool n had been hoping for¡ªa [military radio] designed for long-rangemunication, encased in a sturdy, matte ck casing, its buttons perfectly calibrated for tactile response.


    While these devices signified trust, Lieutenant Marsh''s apanying message imposed boundaries. His voice, echoing through the cave, became sharp,


    "Remember," he warned, "You have considerable autonomy out here, but the town is off-limits. Do not¡ªunder any circumstances¡ªventure there without my explicit order."


    Following that clear directive, Marsh gestured towards the mouth of the cave, signaling the end of the briefing. It was time to set up camp and prepare for the night. Soldiers began moving out, each knowing the importance of rest before the impending battle.


    Delta Company, the heart of this operation, had a fortified encampment already established. Yet, this camp wasn''t expansive enough to house the full strength of 600 men that now popted the cliffs. Consequently, Lieutenant Marsh prioritized: the two chosen militia units that were invited to share this space, leaving n and the leaders of the other two militias in a quandary about their lodging.


    "Figure it out amongst yourselves."


    Arrivingte and being rtively smaller in numbers, the 17th Militia found themselves at a disadvantage. The topography''s premium spots were quickly imed, and therger militia units asserted their dominance, their intentions crystal clear.


    Militia 13, the most sizable and imposing group, had already begun setting up camp on a strategic vantage point ¨C a teau that offered clear views of the surrounding area. Their leader was known to have served as a police captain before joining the game.


    "We are taking this spot," he dered.


    Moving further along, hoping to find an unimed location, the 17th Militia faced another obstacle. The smaller Militia 15 had secured a perch atop a rocky cliff that gave them natural defense and allowed them to monitor any approaching threats. With a smirk, their leader, a lithe and agile-looking man, chided, "This cliff''s ours. you lot can y guards in the forest"


    This tant territoriality ruffled the feathers of some of n''s crew. Merle, in particr, with his fiery temper and a posse of boisterous rednecks at his side, looked ready to challenge the decision. However, n''s calm and firm hand on his shoulder silenced any immediate outbursts. He had always preferred the stealth and concealment the woods provided.


    "But n," Merle retorted, a hint of frustration in his voice, "we''re sidelined here! we won''t get much chance for any action here! I need to grind more Xp!"


    "Trust me, Merle," n replied, his voice steady and reassuring. "I have a n. Just stick with me."


    Leading his group away from the disdainful gazes of the other militia units, n sought a location further to the north, his sharp eyes analyzing thendscape. The dense tree cover, natural elevation differences, and intertwining streams made it a perfect spot. He stopped, and with a decisive nod, gathered his group in a clearing.


    "Listen up," n began, his voice resonant and firm, drawing the attention of every member and detailing his strategy. The n was meticulous, capitalizing on the environment''s natural defenses and vulnerabilities.


    They were tasked with digging foxholes at strategic points, camouging them with foliage and dirt. Others were given the role of setting up traps using the natural terrain to their advantage. As n directed and supervised, the men''s initial doubts faded.


    The work was grueling, sweat poured, and hands became blistered. Time raced past, and as the first hints of dawn painted the sky, n realized they had only a precious few hours to rest before the anticipated morning confrontation.


    As the sun began its ascent, casting long shadows across the woods, n stood amidst his now somewhat weary but determined group. With a piercing gaze that instilled both hope and determination, he asked, "Alright boys, are you ready?"


    x x x x x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 95 Day 7

    <h4>Chapter 95 Day 7</h4>


    The air was tense, and a palpable anxiety gripped everyone involved. Time was ticking, and each passing second was precious.


    [7 days left to stop Nazi Invasion]


    [Updating current yers: 4072]


    [Your level D quest - Free captured yers has been updated]


    [Nazi soldiers will execute all prisoners in 24 hours]


    With dawn''s first light heralding the prisoners'' execution, the main rescue operation had to be executed under the cover of darkness. As of now, the strategy was clear: all fourpanies, spread across various regions of the map, were to create havoc. Their collective goal was to lure and draw out as many of the Nazi soldiers from the town''s fortified parameters as possible.


    Lieutenant Marsh, known for his enthusiastic leadership, spearheaded the mission for the Delta Company. He took 100 of his best men and advanced towards the western entrance of the city. Their approach was aggressive, and as expected, it wasn''t long before hordes of Nazi soldiers mobilized to counter their move. Marsh, having anticipated the retaliation, signaled a strategic retreat, directing his men towards a cliffside rendezvous point. Here, the rest of Delta Company, alongside a 200-strong militia, wereying in wait, fortified and ready.


    The hills surrounding the town came alive with the unmistakable stato of gunfire. The rapid session of shots, punctuated by asional louder sts, told a tale of a fierce confrontation that had erupted between the two forces.


    From a concealed position within the thick northern woods, about a mile from the heated battleground, n, Merle, and their team heard the resonating cacophony. The deep rumbles were an unmistakable sign that Delta''s engagement was well underway.


    "It''s starting, n! Why the hell are we still here, doing nothing!!?" Merle, always the restless one, couldn''t mask his frustration.


    n replied in his characteristic calm tone. "Alright then, so you don''t lose it,e with me." Without waiting for a response, he turned to Vicky, "Take charge here. And wait for my signal".


    As n and Merle quietly maneuvered through the dense underbrush, trying to maintain stealth, they noticed a shadow tailing them. n, with his keen senses, recognized the silhouette - it was Rose, the famed sniper. She moved like a ghost, silent and unseen. Respecting her skills, n decided not to send her back.


    Merle, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, queried, "Where are we headed, n?"


    n just smirked, "It''s much easier to show you than to tell you."


    Navigating through the woods with agility, the trio made their way past the Militia 13 and 15 outposts. Both these outposts were strategically positioned on elevated terrains, granting them an overarching view of the surroundings. The muted murmurs of the men at the outposts faded as they moved farther away.


    As they neared the battlefront, the cacophony of warfare intensified. From their concealed vantage point, they observed the raging battle unfolding below them. Over a thousand Nazi troops, with their signature grey uniforms, were engaged in a ferocious attempt to scale the cliff. Their objective was clear: obliterate the Deltapany''s outpost perched atop.


    Bullets zipped through the air, with intermittent explosions lighting up the night. However, the topographical advantage was unmistakably in the Delta Company''s favor. The steep cliffs and rough terrain made it an uphill task for the Nazi troops, both literally and metaphorically. They struggled to gain a foothold, let alone advance towards the outpost. This natural barricade meant that despite the intensity of the firefight, casualties remained minimal for both sides.


    While the Deltapany''s objective was to engage and keep the enemy upied for as long as possible, n viewed this as a wasteful endeavor. To him, it was a futile drain on time, energy, and, most critically, ammunition. As minutes ticked by, Merle, witnessing the stalemate, began to grasp n''s reluctance to partake in such a confrontation directly.


    Breaking the silence, Merle turned to n, curiosity evident in his eyes, "What''s our next move, n?"


    n, lost in thought, took a moment before finally responding. He nced at Rose, her silhouette barely discernible in the dim light, and said, "I need to keep an eye on this battle. If they make a move, I want you to locate me immediately." From his pocket, he produced a rough, makeshift map, the kind that soldiers in the trenches would rely on. With precision, he pointed to a specific location on it.


    Merle squinted at the map, his confusion apparent. "Where exactly is this?"


    n, chose not to respond, leaving Merle to ponder the mysteries of their next move.


    Once Rose nodded her agreement, n led the way, with Merle closely following. They threaded through the forest, avoiding any major pathways, until they reached a rocky pathway that nestled perfectly between the military outpost and the 13th Militia''s vantage point. Hidden from in sight by overgrown foliage and shadowed by the towering trees, it was a narrow, treacherous strip ofnd, perfect for an ambush.


    Without a word, n reached into his bag, producing several items. Merle, catching a glimpse, immediately recognized the items, his eyes lighting up with both excitement and apprehension.


    "Well, don''t just gawk," n snapped, his voice low, "give me a hand."


    Together, they worked with an almost reverent focus, setting up what looked to be an intricate trap. Each move was methodical, revealing their deep understanding of the terrain and the imminent threat. An hour seemed to pass in minutes, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and their muffled instructions.


    Their concentrated efforts were suddenly interrupted when Rose emerged from the shadows, her face grave. "They''reing," she whispered urgently. n, understanding the implication, quickly secured his bag.


    "Just in time," he remarked, a hint of satisfaction evident in his tone. "We need to relocate. Now."


    The rumbling of boots grew louder, and through the gaps in the trees, the silhouettes of hundreds of Nazi soldiers could be seen advancing towards the rocky path. They had been engaged in a relentless battle for hours and, growing weary of the direct assault, were now seeking alternative routes. This pathway, unintentionally overlooked by the inexperienced Lieutenant Marsh and his militia, offered them a tempting shortcut.


    As the first wave began their ascent, n and Merle positioned themselves atop the cliff. The sight below was a swarm of enemy soldiers, each eager to breach the defenses and gain the upper hand. n, looking at the approaching enemy, then nced sideways at Merle, a smirk ying on his lips.


    "Do it!! Merle shouted.


    "Just a few more steps..."


    n waited, the tension palpable. As dozens of soldiers neared the cliff''s pinnacle, he finally gave the nod. With a swift motion, Merle triggered the trap they had so meticulously set up.


    A deafening KABOOM echoed throughout the valley, followed by another, and another. The ground shook with the force of the sts, and a fiery inferno consumed the pathway, obliterating any soldier unfortunate enough to be in its wake.


    The synchronized detonations sent shockwaves through the area. Pirs of fire, smoke, and debris rose into the sky as the explosives took their toll. The immediate area of the cliff turned into a scene straight out of a nightmare; the ground churned, shaking off massive boulders that started to slide down with immense force, acting as secondary weapons of destruction. The weight and momentum of these rocks crushed several more Nazi soldiers beneath them, their screams echoing eerily as they attempted to flee the avnche.


    The smoke and dust began to settle, revealing the chaotic aftermath. A few survivors, dazed and disoriented, had managed to reach the top of the hill. Their uniforms torn, faces smeared with soot, they looked around in horrified disbelief, their weapons almost forgotten in their hands.


    Seizing this momentary advantage, n, Merle, and Rose burst from their cover. Their coordinated attack was swift and brutal. Rose''s sniper shots were precise, taking out targets with deadly uracy, while n and Merle covered her, dispatching any soldier who dared to get close. Caught off guard and with the sheer drop behind them, the remaining soldiers were swiftly overwhelmed. Their chances of retreat had been annihted, and within moments, the hilltop was eerily silent once more.


    Catching his breath, Merle looked around, his face a mix of adrenaline and astonishment. "That... That was something, n! It really worked!"


    n, however, was momentarily distracted. In the periphery of his vision, a stream of notifications popped up, signaling his achievements in this simted world.

 Chapter 96 Ambush

    Chapter 96 Ambush


    The sessful ambush sent a burst of notifications cascading across n''s Gamelink. Each beep and sh representing the culmination of their hard-fought efforts.


    [You have killed multiple soldiers]


    [You gained 4600 XP and 2300 survival points]


    [You gained 1400 XP and 700 survival points]


    [You gained 2200 XP and 1100 survival points]


    The smoke from the explosions hung in the air like a grim curtain. n, Merle, and Rose watched as the haze acted not only as evidence of their recent victory but also as a signal to all in the vicinity. Within moments, the silhouettes of Delta Company and the 13th Militia could be seen moving on the horizon, shifting their formations in response to the changed battlefield.


    n took a deep breath, the scent of gunpowder and burnt earth filling his nostrils. "It''s time for us to leave!".


    Merle nodded, his fingers still wrapped tightly around his weapon, sweat dripping from his brow. Rose, eyes always vignt, scanned their surroundings, ensuring that their escape route remained clear.


    The pathway the Nazi forces wanted to use was no longer an option. It had transformed from a discreet track into a debris-strewn battleground, nked by Delta Company and 13th Militia on both sides. Any approach or march from this path would now be suicide.


    Watching their progress from a distance, n saw how the Nazi forces decided to search for an alternative route, and they began migrating further north.


    Once again they were met by the determined resistance of other militia units holding the high ground. With their options dwindling, and fatigue setting in, the Nazi forces were funneled into the dense, shadowy forest where n''s second part of the n waited.


    Almost two hundred of the weary Nazi troops hesitantly approached the forest''s edge. Even in their state of exhaustion, they maintained some semnce of strategy, sending out a few scouts ahead. But fatigue and the weight of the earlier battles made their efforts rushed. Their hasty recon meant they wouldn''t catch the traps n hadid out, and the terrain''s secrets remained safe, for now.


    n watched them, a predatory glint in his eyes. This forest was his home turf, and he was about to turn it into a Nazi graveyard.


    Under the cover of the dense foliage, n moved with a silent grace. He was a shadow among shadows, the dim light from the setting sun barely revealing his form. Merle and Rose followed suit, their steps equally discreet, a testament to their countless hours of stealth training.


    Reaching a predetermined point, n saw what he was looking for: a massive stack of dried branches and leaves, expertly concealed by the forest''s natural undergrowth. He''d spent hours preparing this.


    He whispered, every word dripping with anticipation, "This is it, get ready."


    Without any further warning, n pulled out his [Lighter], the tiny me contrasting sharply with the impending inferno it was about to birth. As he lit the stack, an amber glow began to spread, crackling as it consumed the dried materials.


    Within moments, what started as a flicker grew into roaring mes that wed their way up, sending tendrils of smoke skyward. The sharp smell of burning wood cut through the forest, alerting everyone in the vicinity.


    "Fire! Fire at our back!!" came the panicked shouts from the Nazi troops. Their calls of rm intermingled with the sound of burning foliage, creating a cacophony of chaos.


    The mes served their purpose: a distinct, unmistakable signal. From hidden trenches and makeshift bunkers, two dozen yers emerged like wraiths from the mist, their fingers ready on their triggers. A unified hail of gunfire echoed in the forest.


    TRATATATA TRATATATA.


    The ambush was meticulously coordinated, attacks converging on the Nazis from two angles. To the left was Vicky, her team moving with ruthless precision. And to the right, the rednecks, their guerri tactics proving equally deadly. The initial onught left dozens of Nazis either dead or grievously injured.


    A guttural roar broke through the din, signaling the Nazi forces to regroup. Their leader, a tall figure with a presence thatmanded attention even amid the chaos, barked out orders.


    "Stop worrying about the fire, start shooting! There aren''t many of them!"


    His words served as a rallying cry, and the Nazi forces began to respond, their guns turning towards the direction of the yers, preparing to mount a counteroffensive.


    With the Nazi forces now alerted and retaliating with force, Vicky wasted no time. She executed n''s instructions to the letter, signaling her team to retreat further into the dense forest. The leafy canopy and undergrowth provided cover, masking their movements and leaving behind only ghostly echoes of where they once were.


    "Chase after them!" The Nazi leader''s voice rang out, tinged with frustration. Themand was immediate, desperate even. But the thickening smoke from the fire, now billowing into an opaque curtain, rendered visibility almost non-existent. The forest had transformed into abyrinth of shadows and illusions.


    "Find them!" he roared, unwilling to admit the looming sense of dread as his men stumbled aimlessly.


    But instead of finding the retreating yers, the Nazi soldiers were met with yet another cruel surprise. As they moved, the ground beneath would asionally give away, swallowing unsuspecting soldiers into deep pits lined with sharpened stakes. Groans of pain punctuated the air, mixing with the stifling smoke.


    "We are being yed! We need to retreat!" one officer shouted, his voice filled with urgency.


    But even as they attempted to retrace their steps, the forest was unforgiving. Muffled gunshots broke the eerie silence, each one targeted and lethal.


    TAR! TAR! TAR!


    With every echo, another Nazi soldier fell.


    Panicking, they tried locating the concealed shooters, but the shadowy depths of the forest offered countless hiding ces. And then another round of shots.


    TAR! TAR! TAR!


    "From above! In the trees!" a soldier yelled. Almost instinctively, guns were raised, and bullets sprayed into the overhead branches and leaves, hoping to hit the elusive shooter.


    Yet, amidst the hail of bullets, a silhouette gracefully jumped between the trees, evading their shots. Rose, with her [Monkey boots], had turned the forest canopy into her yground. The boots granted her unparalleled agility, and from her elevated vantage point, each shot was precise and lethal.


    As the Nazis continued their desperate gunfire towards the trees, more silenced shots emerged from the shadows. n and Merle, masters of stealth with their high [sneak] skill, began picking off the enemies one by one. Their positions were ever-changing, making it nearly impossible for the Nazi forces to pinpoint their locations.


    Together, the trio leveraged the disarray, maximizing their kills and pressing the advantage. The smell of gunpowder, the stifling smoke, and the chorus of gunfire encapsted the forest in a nightmarish haze.


    "Dammit!" The Nazi leader''s voice cracked as the weight of their dire situation began to press down on him.


    Amidst the chaos, the Nazi soldiers responded with a frantic hail of gunfire, their bullets shredding leaves and splintering branches as they tried desperately to hit the shadows moving amidst the trees. As they darted about, looking for a way out, a rallying cry pierced the thick canopy.


    Vicky, seizing the momentary distraction, led her group back into the fray, unleashing a deadly barrage that further reduced the already dwindling Nazi numbers before once again retreating.


    "Do not let them escape again!!" The shout was almost desperate, filled with the raw emotion of a leader watching his forces being decimated.


    Yet, as the Nazi leader and his remaining troops pursued Vicky''s elusive group, the effective, awaited their every step. But just when they thought they had finally closed forest had yet more surprises in store. More traps, expertly hidden and deadly effective, awaited their every step. But just when they thought they had finally closed up to Vicky''s group, another force emerged from the thickets.


    Milo and Daniel, standing at the forefront, led a brigade of reinvigorated yers. Their weapons of choice weren''t guns, but rather the heft of swords and the solid assurance of shields. With a ferocious battle cry, "Attack!!!", they charged headfirst into the already beleaguered Nazi forces.


    It was a sight to behold. Where bullets and explosions had been the dominant forces earlier, now it was the ng of metal against metal, the grunt of hand-to-handbat, and the determination of warriors in close quarters. The terrain, with its natural obstructions, gave the melee fighters of the 17th Militia a distinctive edge. The thick smoke that once hindered vision now became their ally, masking their movements and making each strike a surprise.


    As minutes turned into what felt like hours, the fierce brawl took its toll. The fatigue of the Nazi soldiers,bined with the relentless onught and the treacherousndscape, tilted the scales irreversibly in favor of the 17th Militia. By the time the echoes of battle started to wane, the forest floor was strewn with the casualties of war.


    Of the 200 Nazi soldiers who had initially ventured into the forest, not a single one emerged. The trees, once silent witnesses, now bore testament to the valiant efforts of the 17th Militia and their glorious victory.

 Chapter 97 Battle

    <h4>Chapter 97 Battle</h4>


    [You have level up]


    In the aftermath of the adrenaline-pumping ambush amidst the trees, n took a moment to ess his stats. To his pleasant surprise, his exploits had earned him a significant jump of three levels.


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 23: 32150/35000]


    [Health points: 260/260]


    [Spirit points: 70]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Strength: E]


    [Agility: D+]


    [Endurance: D]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: C]


    [Spirit: E]


    [Survival Points: 14850]


    [You have one attribute point to distribute]


    [You have 1x E rank reward. 4 x F rank reward]


    ncing around, he could see the satisfied expressions of his team members. Each of them had managed to eliminate at least two or three Nazi soldiers during the skirmish. Their individualbat sess had granted most of them enough experience for a level-up, a significant achievement for the group.


    The battle, while grueling, had bestowed upon them more than just experience points. For many in n''s team, this had been their first encounter with humanbatants. The fact that they had not just survived but triumphed imparted a newfound confidence. They had faced one of their most profound fears and emerged victoriously. n knew this newfound self-belief would be a pivotal factor in the challenging battles thaty ahead.


    As the sounds of battle died down and the dust settled, it was time to assess their gains. The battlefield was a trove of loot. Scattered around were firearms and cartridges dropped by the defeated foes. Quick calctions revealed a 10% firearm drop rate, and a substantial 30% ammunition drop, suggesting that every tenth enemy soldier left behind a firearm, while every third one left behind bullets. This was a treasure trove, enough to arm the militia to the teeth.


    Amid themon loot, there was a piece that stood out. The Nazi captain, their highest-ranking officer in the skirmish, had dropped an umon item:


    [Officer uniform]


    [Type: Clothes]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Defense +7]


    [Effects: Reduce fear and anxiety of people around you]


    [Equipment Rating: 14]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: It''s fashionable too!]


    The system randomly assigned this umon loot to a yer, and the lucky recipient was Vicky. The gleam in her eyes was unmistakable. She wasn''t overjoyed because of the defensive stats or the morale-boosting effect of the uniform but rather its style. The uniform, sleek and well-tailored, seemed to be a perfect fit for her newly earned role as a squad leader.


    Without hesitation, Vicky decided to don her new prize immediately. She began to change right behind a tree near n, with a hint of mischief in her eyes as she caught n''s gaze.


    With the shirt now on, she twirled, "What do you think, n? Does this suit me?"


    n, ever theposed leader, replied, "Yes, it does."


    Vicky''s face softened, "Thank you, n. Thank you for believing in me."


    The resonating cheers and triumphant shouts filled the air, echoing through the trees. The 17th Militia had emerged victorious in their first significantbat engagement, a feat that no one, perhaps not even they themselves, had anticipated.


    The exhration of victory coursed through every yer, rendering their wounds and exhaustion secondary. Their hearts raced, not from fear or exertion, but from the intoxicating thrill of victory.


    However, n quickly realized that this was both a boon and a potential pitfall. The adrenaline and euphoria could lead to rash decisions, endangering the team in their overzealous state. Yet, at the same time, this momentum, if channeled correctly, could be the tide that would lead them to even greater victories.


    "Listen up!" n''s voice cut through the jubtion. His tone was calm, but the underlying urgency was unmistakable. "This time, it will be an open battle. I need every single one of you to be on high alert. The risk is greater, but so is the reward."


    While their primary objectives remained unchanged ¨C umting survival points and experience ¨C n knew that their next move would require careful nning and impable execution.


    Emerging from the tree line, n instructed the group to maintain a cautious pace. He then pulled out the [Military Radio] Intentionally broadcasting a message on all channels, he announced, "Deltamand, this is the 17th Militia. We''ve neutralized the enemy''s nk units, resulting in 200 enemy casualties. We request permission to counter-attack the enemy''s main forces."


    The audacity of the message was unmistakable. Such a im,ing from a rtively small unit like the 17th Militia, was bound to raise eyebrows. And it did.


    Leaders of the 13th and 15th Militias, upon hearing the announcement, were taken aback. A flurry of emotions swept through their ranks ¨C disbelief, envy, and a burning desire to emte such sess. n had anticipated this reaction. He knew that therger militias, eager to prove their worth, would leap into action without waiting for Lieutenant Marsh''s orders. And they did just that.


    Almost immediately, close to 200 yers from the 13th and 15th Militias mobilized. These units, bolstered by the leadership of an ex-police captain, took the initiative andunched a preemptive strike on the primary Nazi forces. This move, while brave, was precisely the distraction and opportunity n had hoped for, setting the stage for the 17th Militia''s next move in this grand game of strategy.


    ####


    The sun glinted off the firearms and helmets, betraying the position of nearly 500 Nazi soldiers stationed ahead. Their numbers may have dwindled due to failed assaults and attrition, but the sight of such a formidable force was enough to send chills down anyone''s spine. Fatigue clung to them, yet they retained a sense of purpose, ready to defend to thest man.


    Suddenly, a shout broke the tense silence: "To our North! Ready, Fire!!"


    A hailstorm of bullets erupted. The sharp, deafening cacophony of gunshots filled the air, signaling the onset of a fierce assault. Militias 13 and 15, despite their bravery, found themselves outgunned and outnumbered. Casualties mounted as they bore the brunt of the enemy''s wrath, inadvertently serving as the sacrificial shield n had counted on.


    As the Nazi forces concentrated their firepower on the two militias, n seized this momentary diversion. Under his leadership, the 17th Militia emerged from behind the lines, their attack synchronized and lethal. The sheer audacity of this maneuver caught the enemy off guard.


    Seeing the tide turn, Lieutenant Marsh took a decisive step. Ordering the main force to descend from the cliff''s strategic vantage point, they charged into the fray, adding to the chaos but also reinforcing the assault.


    Amidst the bem, n''s voice, seasoned by countless battles in the virtual realm of the Apocalypse game, resounded with authority. "Stay together! Rally on me!" His words acted as a beacon, guiding his unit amidst the chaos. Drawing on his extensive knowledge, n tactically exploited the enemy''s vulnerabilities, sidestepping their strengths. Under his leadership, the 40-strong 17th Militia, inexperienced yet determined, punched well above their weight.


    Time seemed to stretch, every second heavy with anticipation. But as the dust settled and the smoke cleared, the Nazi forces, overwhelmed and outnumbered, sounded the retreat. Their once-imposing number now reduced to a mere 200, they fled back to the town, their steps hastened by the fear of pursuit.


    The sight of the retreating forces ignited a wave of exhration among the yers. Their voices, a blend of relief and tion, echoed in unison: "We won! We did it!"


    However, Lieutenant Marsh was less enthusiastic. He convened a brief meeting with the leaders and expressed his concerns.


    Gathering them for a briefing, Marsh began with a nod of acknowledgment, particrly towards n. "Your courage today wasmendable," Marsh dered, his tone genuine. The Lieutenant''s gaze, which previously held n in suspicion, now disyed a newfound respect. "n," he continued, "Your tactics and the ability of your unit to eliminate 200 of the enemy on your own merits high praise."


    But Marsh''s demeanor then shifted to one of concern. "Still," he said with a heavy sigh, "our main objective was to keep the enemy engaged, to wear them down. Their retreat to the townplicates matters. To fulfill our mission, we now need to march straight into their territory."


    The leaders exchanged uneasy nces, fully grasping the implications of Marsh''s statement. But for n, this development was what he hoped for from the start. With Deltapany preparing to prate the town''s defenses, the path was now clear for him to embark on the much-awaited rescue mission.

 Chapter 98 Solo

    <h4>Chapter 98 Solo</h4>


    As the first rays of dawn began to pierce the horizon, the sharp, invasive chime of a mission update notification jolted n from his thoughts. He quickly checked the information disyed before him:


    [Your level D quest - Free captured yers has been updated]


    [Nazi soldiers will execute all prisoners in 12 hours]


    The gravity of the situation was clear; by tomorrow''s first light, many yers would lose their lives unless a sessful rescue mission was mounted tonight.


    n looked across the expansive terrain before him. The once dormant outskirts of the town now buzzed with activity, as Deltapany yers made their aggressive push against the Nazi soldiers. The Deltapany had the Nazis on the defensive,pelling them to retreat further into the town''s vicinity.


    Strategic positions were of utmost importance.


    600 yers spread out across various locations. Petrol stations, dinners, and other buildings on the town''s periphery, like abandoned motels and shops,? transformed into battlegrounds where cover was minimal and danger was ever-present. yers tactically chose their positions, utilizing the infrastructure to gain a vantage point.


    But this wasn''t an isted battle. All across the sprawling urbanndscape, simr skirmishes erupted. The sheer number of yers involved - over 2000 of them - turned the town into a sprawling maze of conflicts. Each yer had their part to y, each contributing in their unique way to the overarching objective of the mission.


    The collective spirit of these warriors, though brought together under dire circumstances, showcased the immense potential of unity in adversity. The cacophony of gunshots, shouts, and explosions painted a vivid picture of a town on the brink, All are driven by a singr objective: ensure the mission''s sess and save their fellow yers from a grim fate.


    Amidst the town''s tumult, n had strategically selected the 17th Militia''s base of operations. A nondescript low-rise building, it might have appeared unimpressive at first nce. But to a tactician''s eye, its rooftop offered panoramic views of the town''s major thoroughfares and hotspots. It was an ideal spot for reconnaissance and ranged engagements.


    Inside, the building had transformed into a simplemand post. Tables were spread with maps, radios crackled with updates, and members of the 17th Militia moved about with a sense of purpose. n and his closestpanions, including Merle and Vicky, had made it their perch. From there, they could monitor the unfolding battle and make tactical decisions on the fly.


    The [Military Radio], a lifeline in this chaos, buzzed incessantly with reports from different parts of the town. Squads were calling in their positions, reporting enemy movements, and updating on their casualty rates. Each message painted a clearer picture of the town''s shifting battleground.


    n leaned in, listening intently. With each report, he mentally ticked off the points in his head. He''d shared crucial information with the military before the game began, and now, it seemed his guidance was bearing fruit. The yers weren''t just surviving; they were thriving.


    Their synchronization, efficiency in executing maneuvers, and morale were noticeably improved from thest round. The previously disjointed and panicked responses had given way to a well-oiled military machine. The death toll, while still present, was considerably lower than n had feared.


    Taking a deep breath, he felt a rare moment of contentment amidst the warzone. It was fleeting, but it was there. This round was turning out better than anticipated.


    But there was no time forcency.


    Gathering the 17th Militia around him, n began outlining the next phase of their strategy. Using a makeshift map, he pointed out the key areas they would hold and the boundaries they wouldn''t cross. He emphasized the importance of retreating when necessary.


    "Engage smartly, retreat wisely," he reminded them, his voice firm yet reassuring. The 17th Militia listened intently, absorbing every word, ready to execute their leader''s next directive.


    "Merle is a veteran in gueri battle, you all will follow his leads"


    The room was filled with tension and a looming sense of anticipation. n''s announcement of Merle''s new role as their gueri warfare leader was met with nods of approval. The militia knew Merle''s prowess in suchbat situations. However, n''s further words hinted at a deeper strategy ¨C one he hadn''t shared with them yet.


    Vicky, ever the intuitive one, picked up on it immediately. Her eyes, sharp and questioning, fixed on n. "What about you, n? Where will you go?"


    n paused, considering his words. The weight of leadership pressed down on him. He needed to be transparent, but he also needed to inspire confidence. "I have another task," he began, "one that is paramount to our overall mission. I intend to join the main quest of releasing the captured yers."


    "Alone? No, you should bring a few of us with you!" Vicky replied with genuine concern.


    Daniel was quick to volunteer, "Yes, Mr. D, I will apany you." His eyes were resolute, showing no signs of hesitation.


    But n shook his head. "I have to sneak past enemy lines. It''s a stealth mission, requiring a specific skill set. It''s dangerous."


    Vicky, clearly anxious, interjected, "Then take Merle with you. I¡­" She trailed off, clearly struggling. If Merle apanied n, the vacuum of his absence would be felt deeply within the militia. The unspoken understanding was that without Merle''s expertise, their chance of sess would significantly diminish.


    n looked to the Crimson gunner, his gaze piercing yet pleading he began, "I need you here. Honor our pact. Give them one more day. After that, you''re free to pursue your own mission."


    As the group grappled with the reality of n''s departure, he took a moment to leave them with one final piece of advice, his voice stern yet reassuring. "Don''t underestimate the Nazis, especially within the city confines. Here, their responses will be swift and unpredictable. One misstep, one wrong decision, and it could cost you everything."


    Without waiting for further protests or questions, n took a deep breath, nodded his farewell, and nimbly leapt from the roof''s edge. The 17th Militia watched as their leader, a solitary figure, disappeared into the maze of the city.


    n''s steps were swift but measured, his senses constantly on alert. Every shadow, every sound could be an ambush, or worse, a threat. Just as he was about to take a turn onto the next block, he felt the faintest hint of a presence behind him. His [Enhance Sense] skill immediately zoomed in on the sensation.


    Elevated heart rate, the subtlest creak of leather, the rustling of fabric. And from the corner of his eye, a silhouette against the dimming sky. Rose, perched on the adjacent building''s rooftop, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings, clearly searching for him.


    He had anticipated being tailed by her. There was no denying her skills; she was unmatched in her craft. But her motives were still a mystery to him. Why was she following him?


    Without hesitation, n invoked his [Concealment] skill. Blending seamlessly into his surroundings, he became one with the shadows. Time seemed to slow as he watched Rose from his concealed spot. She continued her search, her eyes darting around, trying to pick up on any trace of him. But n''s concealment was impable; to her, he had simply vanished.


    As the distance between them grew, n saw his opportunity. Quietly, he changed his course, slipping into another alley and ensuring Rose''s pursuit was effectively misled.


    His mind drifted back to the tasks at hand. The seven days he''d invested in aiding other yers during the second round had been invaluable in building alliances and gathering intelligence. But now, it was time for him to focus on his solo mission. The goal was clear: maximize his strength and readiness for the impending third round. And with the explosives and the secret quest no longer avable, he would have to rely on raw skill and wits to eliminate the Nazi soldiers that crossed his path.


    The streets were veiled in darkness, but to n, they were as clear as day. Using his [Enhanced sense], he could pick up the slightest movement, hear the faintest whisper, and even detect subtle shifts in temperature. Each step he took was carefully measured and executed with [light steps], ensuring that he remained a ghostly presence amidst the enemy lines.


    Drawing his de and adjusting his gear, n melted into the night, a shadow on a mission.


    x x x x x

 Chapter 99 Situation

    <h4>Chapter 99 Situation</h4>


    Under the gray, foreboding skies, a battalion of 600 soldiers in crisp uniforms advanced, determination clear in their eyes. As they entered the town''s perimeter, the sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the air, signaling their assault on the Nazi soldiers who had upied the area. With every step, the ground resonated with their synchronized march, a powerful force moving with a singr goal.


    These weren''t ordinary soldiers. They were yers, and participants in an intense virtual game that mirrored real-world war zones. Their confidence was palpable, not just from their numbers but from the heavy machinery they brought along. Lined behind them, armored vehicles, painted in dark hues with turrets primed, rumbled forward, their engines growling like predatory beasts. The sight alone was enough to send a message of dominance.


    Utilizing the armored cars as moving fortresses, smaller groups from the battalion darted from one cover to the next. They swiftly made their way towards the heart of the town, aiming to prate the deeper, more strategic parts where the enemy''s stronghold was suspected to be.


    Their leader, a tall, imposing figure with scars that told tales of past virtual battles, shouted above the cacophony of war, "Move forward! We head straight to their HQ! This ends now!" His voice was full of authority, reflecting his status as not only the battalion''s leader but also a revered veteran of this game.


    However, as they moved deeper, the town''s deceptive quiet was shattered. Buildings and alleyways that seemed deserted turned deadly. An ambush was sprung. The air was thick with the deafening sounds of gunfire, screams, and explosions. Smoke and dust rose, blurring vision while the metallic scent of virtual blood filled the air, painting the once-gray asphalt in shades of red.


    Themander, amidst the chaos, tried rallying his troops. He barked orders, directed fire, and even personally took down several enemy avatars. But the onught was relentless. Every corner, window, and rooftop seemed to harbor an enemybatant. It was as if the entire town hade alive with the sole intent of repelling the invaders.


    Minute by agonizing minute, the yers fell. Some were taken out by sniper shots, others by grenades, and some were overwhelmed in closebat. Yet, even as his battalion dwindled, themander''s steely resolve never wavered. Retreat was not an option he entertained, even as the odds became increasingly insurmountable.


    When the virtual dust settled, the street bore witness to a staggering loss. Over a thousand enemybatantsy motionless, a testament to the battalion''s prowess. But, tragically, most of the 600 yers from the battalion also fell. Amidst the sea of fallen avatars, only themander remained a solitary figure standing amidst the ruins of a devastated strategy.


    In the aftermath, many would question the decisions made. Theck of a fallback n, the underestimation of the enemy''s strength, and the sheer audacity of marching into the heart of the town without adequate recon. The painful reality was clear: an ill-conceived strategy by an overconfident leader had resulted in the catastrophic loss of hundreds of yers.


    This wasn''t just any server¡ªit was one of the Russian servers,mandeered by a top Russian yer. But this mistake was not only observed by the yers within the game; it was thrust into the international spotlight.


    Broadcast by the enigmatic alien entity overseeing this twisted game, the catastrophic event was streamed to every corner of the globe. Millions of viewers, from crowded urban centers to remote viges, watched in horror and disbelief. Outrage echoed through online forums and social media tforms, as people vehemently criticized themander''s tant oversight. Only a minority voice emerged from the noise, offering words of constion and admiration for the courage shown by the ill-fated battalion.


    ####


    The world had been gripped by this apocalypse game for ten intense days. It was the fourth annual event of its kind, and each year it seemed to grow more intricate, more challenging. yers worldwide logged in, fighting not just for victory, but survival. And as they battled inside this digital realm, the outside world became a captive audience. Every move, every strategy, every heartbreak was captured and disyed for billions to see.


    In New York, the heart of the game''s operations for the U.S., the Apocalypse Game Center buzzed with activity. Within a specific, soundproofed room, an array of military personnel in crisp uniforms examined clips sent by the Alien.


    On this particr day, Colonel Weber was at the helm of the New York server''s operations. His day was even more charged than usual as it was marked by a scheduled meeting with none other than the President of the United States.


    "Colonel Weeber, the White House is on standby"


    "Alright, connect the call."


    The screen on the opposite wall came to life, revealing the grandeur of the Oval Office. It was time for their daily briefing, a ritual that had be even more vital given the ongoing game situation. This specific day, however, the atmosphere in Weeber''smand center was slightly less tense. The recent statistics showed that the New York servers, under Weeber''s watchful eye, had the highest survival rates among all the US servers, an impressive feat given that there were 100 servers globally.


    The numbers shed on the screen:


    New York: 4,025


    Los Angeles: 2,232


    Houston: 2,386


    These numbers were not just digits; they represented lives, yers who were still actively participating and surviving in this high-stakes virtual game. As the president, visible on the screen, went over the general status of the game, he paused to extend his personalmendation to Colonel Weeber, apuding his effective leadership that had contributed to New York''s exceptional survival rate.


    However, amid the praises, a note of caution was added, "I sincerely hope," the President said, with a gravity that weighed on every word, "nothing like what happened on the Russian server urs on ours."


    After the meeting concluded, Colonel Weber delved back into his analysis of the clip. He was still intent on identifying the individual who had provided him with a pivotal clue about the game.


    His list of suspects had narrowed down to 30 veteran yers, none of whom had an alibi for the night he encountered the enigmatic figure. Yet, his investigations suggested that this mysterious man wasn''t a veteran yer. Weber''s train of thought was interrupted by the unexpected arrival of a prominent figure at the Apocalypse Game Center: a distinguished Senator from the United States.


    "How may I assist you, Senator?"


    The Senator''s countenance had a look of profound distress that Colonel Weber had not seen before. His posture slumped, his usually firm voice quivered, and his eyes seemed to plead for assistance. "Colonel, my daughter, my child, is currently trapped within this monstrous game. I recognized her from the clips -? amidst other captive yers" the Senator stammered, his voice breaking with emotion.


    The Colonel''s empathetic gaze met the Senator''s. "Sir, I promise to do everything in my power," he assured.


    Unfortunatly there was not much the colonel could do, contacting yers directly was a challenge. Unless they were stationed within the designated ''safe zones'' like Port Town,munication was nearly impossible.


    The atmosphere in the room grew even more somber, with both men contemting the weight of the situation.


    However, duty called. Colonel Weber was handed a headset, through which he began to receive reports of thetest happenings within the game.


    For the most perilous missions inside the game, the US Special Forces and the elite ck Sand mercenaries were dispatched. They tackled the biggest threats and had been rtively sessful. Among the yer groups, the Blood Patriots were rapidly rising in prominence, showcasing strategic prowess and sheerbat might.


    An officer handed Weber a report, detailing a recent raid. A rtively small militia group had executed a wless offensive, eliminating an entire toon of 200 Nazi soldiers without suffering a single casualty.


    Intrigued, Webermanded, "Fetch me the profile of the militia''s leader." The dossier presented painted the picture of an ordinary man: he had spent the initial week in the game hunting and farming, leading a band of novices. Interestingly, he was a schoolteacher in the real world. This revtion solidified Weber''s belief that this individual wasn''t the mysterious informant he had been tracking.


    Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, a young girl''s eyes widened as she recognized a familiar face among the game yers on her screen. sping her hands, she whispered with all the hope her tiny heart could muster, "Daddy, please stay safe."

 Chapter 100 Rescue

    <h4>Chapter 100 Rescue</h4>


    [Warning: A total of 224 yers were captured at the enemy camp]


    [Your level D quest - Free captured yers has been updated]


    [Nazi soldiers will execute all prisoners in 8 hours]


    As the digital screen shed with ominous updates, the gravity of the situation pressed heavily on every yer''s mind. The count of captured yers was on an upward trajectory, and the narrowing window of their possible rescue loomedrge.


    Most of these captured yers had been ambushed on the very first day, rendering them highly vulnerable. Having not umted much in terms of survival points. With a severe penalty of 2,500 points set for death, over 200 of these yers teetered on the brink of a real, horrifying end.


    Although server-wide efforts were being nned for their rescue, a deeper understanding revealed a harsher truth. Most yers weren''t rallying for the captives'' safety but were instead strategizing to maximize their mission rewards.


    n''s own memories served as a stark reminder of this reality. He had previously treaded these virtual grounds, albeit in a lesser role as a militia recruit. Back then, his perspective was limited, but certain images were etched into his mind¡ªlike the disheartening sight of numerous captives never making it back to safety.


    Those unsessful rescue attempts stemmed from a catastrophic sh between the two primary rescue factions: the formidable ck Sand Mercenaries and the elite US Special Forces. Instead of a united front, territorial disputes and shing objectives hindered the mission.


    In preparing for this new round of the game, n was haunted by those memories. He meticulously nned, going over maps of the area and devising strategies. But the unpredictability of the butterfly effect ¨C a factor he had learned from his unexpected encounter with Merle, the Crimson Gunner, during thest bonus mission ¨C meant things might go differently this time.


    With such variables in y, n wasn''t content with just nning; he needed eyes on the ground. Determined to ensure the sess of the mission, he arrived at the scene hours in advance, blending into the shadows, bing a silent observer, and keenly watching every movement in the ever-evolvingndscape of the game.


    The designated location was an expansive yard hugged closely by newly erected, gleaming steel fences. This yard was adjacent to what seemed to be a recently abandoned high schoolpound, its looming structure casting an eerie shadow on the grounds. To the untrained eye, such an open space might seem an inviting target, rtively easy to infiltrate. But that assumption would be gravely mistaken.


    For starters, a formidable defense perimeter had been established around the school. Impressive barricades, manned by a staggering 1,000 Nazi soldiers, served as a stark deterrent. These soldiers were strategically dispersed across four main entry points, each entrance more heavily fortified than thest. The sheer number and readiness of these guards meant that any hasty or unnned assault would be suicide.


    Then there was the geographical challenge. From the outermost building still standing to the foreboding fences was a vast 300-meter stretch of barrennd. This no-man''snd was a death trap. Attempting to traverse it meant exposing oneself to the prying eyes of watchful Nazi sentries. And if the guards on patrol weren''t concerned enough, lurking sharpshooters with their rifles trained on this very expanse made the proposition even more deadly.


    Inside thepound, the danger only intensified. An additional 300 Nazi soldiers were stationed at key locations, their numbers split between three critical posts. The first group patrolled the front yard, their steps methodical and watchful. The second cluster had set up within the school''s cafeteria. From there, they had amanding view of the entire yard, their vantage point ensuring they missed nothing. Lastly, the third detachment was based in the school''s lobby, a strategic location granting them ess to both the front and the back of the building.


    But the most rming detail in this perilous jigsaw was the enemy''s resolve. If the Nazi soldiers detected even a hint of a threat or sensed that the perimeter was beingpromised, their orders were clear and merciless: initiate the immediate execution of all prisoners. This put the onus on the rescue team to not just be swift, but surgical. There was no margin for error. They had to be precise, discreet, and efficient, striking with both speed and silence to ensure sess.


    ####


    Drawing upon his mastery in stealth and his senses, now heightened, n effortlessly slipped past the intimidating barricades without arousing any suspicion. Nestled in the obscurity of the structures, he took a moment to survey they of thend, letting the buildings'' shadows cloak his presence.


    Using his [Concealment] Ability, he became one with the shadows, an imperceptible entity even to the most observant eye. His breathing slowed, heart rate steady; n would remainpletely motionless, sometimes for agonizing minutes, allowing the patrolling guards to pass him by, their footsteps growing fainter as they continued their circuit.


    As the shadows shifted with the passing hours, n meticulously noted the Nazi patrol''s location and vantage points of the sharpshooters. He mentally marked each sniper''s perch, taking into ount not just their precise location but also the number of guards posted with each shooter. His observations were methodical and precise, ensuring no detail was overlooked.


    This reconnaissance wasn''t without its heart-wrenching moments. From his hidden vantage points, he bore witness to several audacious yers attempting to infiltrate the heavily guardedpound. Their bravado, however admirable, was often their undoing. One after another, they were either hunted down during their escape, ensnared by the relentless Nazi soldiers, or met an even graver fate.


    Each time, n''s instincts screamed at him to intervene, to save those brave souls. But the harsh reality of his mission weighed heavily upon him. Any slip, any unintended noise could jeopardize the entire operation, potentially dooming all the captured yers. Every fiber of his being ached with the decision to remain concealed, but n knew that he couldn''t save everyone. With a heavy heart and clenched fists, he pressed on, sticking to the n and the bigger picture it represented.


    [Warning: A total of 232 yers were captured at the enemy camp]


    [Your level D quest - Free captured yers has been updated]


    [Nazi soldiers will execute all prisoners in 4 hours]


    The countdown to the execution was agonizingly palpable, and every second mattered. An hour after the dire notification, and just three hours before the scheduled execution, n''s sharp eyes caught a flurry of movement: the unmistakable coordinated maneuvers of the US Special Forces. Though he could only ount for a fraction of them, it was evident that about twenty men, operating in sleek pairs, were stealthily approaching from the south. They targeted two of the sniper posts on the southern building, neutralizing them with swift precision.


    n, ever the observer, scribbled mental notes on their movements, strategies, and patterns. Then, blending seamlessly with the shadowy environment, he moved silently towards a location he had deduced the ck Sand mercenaries would soon infiltrate. He ascended to a rooftop, and with his [Concealment] ability in y, he became almost indistinguishable from the night itself.


    As he had anticipated, but fifteen minutester than he expected, the first wave of mercenaries emerged from the west. n mused on the dy. Was there some strategic reasoning behind it? Before he could dive too deeply into his thoughts, his [Enhance Sense] picked up on imminent danger ¡ª five figures rapidly approaching his location. Their skills were unquestionable; two of them effortlessly scaled a three-story building with the grace of seasoned parkour athletes.


    "Veterans!" n internally eximed.


    Despite being effectively cornered, n''s calm veneer didn''t waver. Recognizing the unique gait and approach of the oing figures, he silently prepped for an encounter. As the figures drew closer, enveloping him in a tight semi-circle, n slowly raised his hands in a universal sign of peace, whispering with an urgency tinged with hope, "I am friendly, don''t shoot."


    From the dim recesses of the surrounding shadows, three of the five figures stepped into the faint moonlight, revealing the distinct uniforms of the ck Sand mercenaries. Cold, distrustful eyes locked onto n, and weapons were pointed directly at his heart. The atmosphere was thick with tension as one of them, presumably the leader, demanded, "Why are you spying on us... Who are you?"


    x x x x x x

 Chapter 101 Asssit

    <h4>Chapter 101 Asssit</h4>


    n would consider himself a notch above the rest when it came to strategic gamey. His history of navigating through dangerous virtual terrains had bolstered his self-assuredness. However, these mercenaries were an entirely different breed. Their training and experiences stretched beyond the confines of the game. They had lived through real-worldbats, faced life-threatening situations, and emerged victorious. These experiences had honed their skills, making them formidable opponents in any battlefield, virtual or real. Given their extensive background, n had little doubt that each of them possessed a [Sneak (expert)] ability, if not higher.


    The realization dawned upon him quickly; facing them head-on would be a fool''s errand. Without any hopes of outmaneuvering or defeating such seasoned warriors, n made a calcted decision to surrender. He was quickly escorted through a maze of alleyways, descending into the temporarymand center of the mercenaries, which was cleverly concealed in the basement of a derelict pub. The damp walls, low ceiling, and the musty smell added to the sense of foreboding.


    The leader, whose reputation preceded him, was introduced without formalities.


    "Caught this rat spying on our operation," the man who had captured n announced, pushing him into the dimly lit room. n''s eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light, and they locked onto a fierce-looking Hispanic man, Cachellos. The prominent scar that ran down the side of his face looked as if it told a story of a past skirmish, a testament to the man''s ruthlessness.


    Before n could find his voice, another figure emerged from the shadows - a bald man with piercing eyes that n recognized instantly. "It''s you... the school teacher!" the bald man eximed. This was the same man who had confronted n after his training mission at Port City. Their previous interaction hadn''t been pleasant. The bald man had suspected n''s in-game persona, to be aligned with another mercenary group. And now, standing next to Cachellos, he echoed the same suspicions.


    Mustering up as muchposure as he could, n responded, "No, no¡­ I''m simply a curious yer, trying to maximize my points in the game." However, his calm demeanor seemed to be a double-edged sword. While it showed he wasn''t panicking, it also raised further doubts in the already suspicious minds of the mercenaries.


    Assessing the situation, the bald man whispered something into Cachellos'' ear. The leader, after sizing n up and down for a few more moments, finally said with a tone of finality,


    "Tie him up. We''ll deal with his interrogation once the current mission is over."


    Being tied in such a basement could mean that n might not received any contribution from the mission at all hence to stop such a result, Desperation tinged with a hint of hope colored n''s voice,


    "Wait!" he called out as the mercenaries began to move away. "I have valuable intel. I''ve marked the positions of every scout and patrol in this sector." The gravity of his words seemed to hang in the air, thickening the tension.


    Cachellos, with his sharp instincts, was quick to see the potential advantage of having an insider. He held up a hand, silencing the murmurs among his men. Retrieving a crude map from a table strewn with weapons andmunication devices, he spread it out, and thrust a knife into n''s hands. "Show me," he demanded.


    With swift and precise movements, n began to mark points on the map. As he did, it became clear to Cachellos and his men that n''s information was not just corroborative but also contained details they hadn''t been privy to. Every mark he made was a testament to his thorough reconnaissance and intimate knowledge of the area.


    Cachellos, though maintaining a poker face, shot a nce at the bald man, who was evidently the chief scout of the mercenary group. The bald man, trusting his leader''s instincts, immediately sprinted out to verify the intel provided by n.


    Seeing an opportunity, n pressed on. "I''m familiar with thepound''syout. I''ve been inside. Allow me to join your mission. It could make the difference," he said, his voice filled with earnestness.


    Before Cachellos could respond, a burst of static from a nearby radio interrupted the room. The voice on the other end reported, "US military forces are on the move."


    Cachellos growled, his temper rising. He directed his fiery gaze at n, "Because of your interference, we''regging behind. You''ve ced us in a tight spot. If you''re as good as your word, you better ensure we seed, or it''ll be on your head."


    n met Cachellos''s steely gaze with equal determination, "Yes, I will," he affirmed resolutely.


    And just like that, amidst the murky shades of trust and suspicion, n found himself integrated into the core of the rescue mission, marching shoulder to shoulder with some of the deadliest mercenaries in the game.


    Emerging from the dimly lit basement into the open, n took in the formidable sight before him. A team of twenty robust mercenaries, d in darkbat attire, were organizing their arsenal. Their mere presence radiated an intense aura, testifying to their lethal capabilities.


    Prominent among this elite squad were the celebrated veterans, whose reputations even n, a rtive neer, was well acquainted with.


    Cade ''Archer'' Harlow stood tall, his lean physique contrasting with the sturdy steel longbow slung over his back. His eyes scanned the surroundings, always alert. Beside him, Fin ''Force'' Maddox cracked his knuckles in anticipation. Known for his brutal close-quarterbat skills, he exuded an air of confidence. And Nash ''Tempest'' Rourke, fingers already swirling in intricate patterns, was the team''s magic user.


    While n had often heard tales of these three, two others remained enigmas. Their faces were unfamiliar, but their poised stances signified they were no less important or skilled than the rest.


    Beyond these, n noted the discreet silhouettes of scouts and snipers. These shadows moved stealthily, upying vantage points and ensuring no surprises would befall the main team.


    Cachellos broke the momentary silence. His deep voice carried the weight of many battles, "Time is running short. We need to act now!" His words served as a grim reminder of the timer running down on the lives of the prisoners.


    "Let''s move out! We won''t let them gain another second," Cachellos barked, rallying his unit with fervor.


    The veteran''s rallying cry galvanized the mercenaries. They surged forward, moving with a precision only achieved through years of training and countless battles. Like phantoms, those in hiding struck from the shadows, taking out the Nazi sharpshooters with silent efficiency.


    Led by n, the group weaved a path through the maze-likepound. The terrain was treacherous ¨C a 300-meter stretch of open fieldy between them and the main building. Yet, they traversed it with grace, keeping low and utilizing every scrap of cover, evading the prying eyes of the guards stationed within thepound.


    While the US military diverted attention at the yard, the mercenaries set their sights on the main lobby. The sess of the mission hinged on perfect synchronization; both teams needed to be in position beforeunching the full-scale assault. n, tapping into his in-depth knowledge of thepound, advised on optimal entry points and strategic positions for incapacitating the enemy.


    He watched them, envy evident in his eyes. The cohesive unit functioned like a well-oiled machine, showcasing their individual abilities whileplementing one another.


    However, their meticulouslyid ns quickly went awry. The ring of rms cut through the night, sending thepound into a frenzy. Confusion erupted over thems.


    "What happened? Who''s been spotted?"


    Amidst the chaos, a report came in. A horde of yers, approximately a hundred strong, stormed the southern gates, guns zing, showing no signs of subtlety or strategy. "It''s the Blood Patriots!" a scout shouted.


    n''s heart sank. Thest time he undertook this mission, the Blood Patriots had been absent. Their sudden, reckless intrusion was a game-changer. The situation was evolving rapidly.


    A new notification popped up, intensifying the urgency:


    [Your level D quest - Free captured yers has been updated]


    [Nazi soldiers will execute all prisoners in 10 minutes].


    The ticking clock, already a pressing concern, was now a death knell. The margin for error had shrunk to nothing.


    x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 102 Prisoner

    <h4>Chapter 102 Prisoner</h4>


    The name is Kenny Reese. Born and bred in the heart of Silicon Valley, I have the binary code ofputers running in my veins. Programming was my childhood hobby, and as I grew, I carved a niche for myself in the gaming industry. The world of pixels and virtual reality became my sanctuary. While many find sce in books or music, for me, it''s always been the thrill of solving puzzles. Whether cracking the algorithms behind a challenging piece of code or maneuvering my way through the intricacies of an in-game challenge, there''s an unparalleled rush in finding solutions to the enigmatic.


    Throughout the years, I''ve faced a myriad of challenges, both in the digital world and in the tangible one. Some were easy, some made me pull all-nighters, but none were as demanding andpelling as the Apocalypse game. So, when the doors to this game were finally flung open to the public, I was at the forefront, ready to embark on this adventure as its first yer.


    The moment I stepped into the game, I was transported to another dimension. The fidelity of the graphics, the uncanny resemnce to real-world physics, and the intricate details of the environment were nothing short of mind-blowing. Every de of grass swayed with the breeze, every drop of rain felt cold on the skin, and every enemy seemed lifelike. The line between virtuality and reality blurred, and the rush of adrenaline was both terrifying and exhrating.


    Being a seasoned gamer, it didn''t take me long to analyze my surroundings, evaluate potential threats, and strategize the most efficient way to maximize my objectives. Relying heavily on my sharp wits and honed skills, I stumbled upon an item that was out of ce. Examining it closely, I realized it was an entry point to a hidden quest, a coveted achievement most yers wouldn''t even be aware of.


    However, my excitement was short-lived. I soon uncovered a w in the game''s design. The system permitted experienced yers, the so-called "veterans," to rejoin the game.


    How was it fair? A beginner, at level 5 like myself, was expected topete against those who had reached zenith levels. The bnce of power was skewed, making it a near-impossible feat for neers.


    Recognizing the odds stacked against me, I realized that to have a fighting chance, I''d need an ally, arade-in-arms. That''s when I crossed paths with n. He had the demeanor of a seasoned soldier, exuding confidence andpetence. But more importantly, there was an aura of trustworthiness about him.


    Teaming up proved beneficial as, with his guidance, we not only tackled the challenges head-on but also reimed the hidden mission. The rewards were bountiful, showering me with XP and survival points, enabling me to bolster my in-game abilities.


    ted with our victory, I was eager to cement our partnership further. I tried my best to convince n of my worth as a team member. But to my bewilderment, he seemed more inclined to form an alliance with that renowned veteran gunner.


    Doubt clouded my mind. Was teaming up a mistake? Would I fare better solo?


    Torn between camaraderie and self-reliance, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the next phase.


    [Kenny Reese, Male, 22 years]


    [Level 12: 9880/10000]


    [HP: 180/180]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Strength: E]


    [Agility: D-]


    [Endurance: E]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: E+]


    [Spirit: F-]


    [Skill- Common]


    [Small firearm (Expert)]


    [Dagger Weapon (Expert)]


    [Skill- Umon]


    [Computing(Advance)]


    [Entering Game, Round two...]


    Having watched and studied the previous game rounds, I had started to decipher patterns and clues that hinted at the nature of subsequent challenges. My analysis, backed by countless hours of studying game patterns, indicated a 70% likelihood that the uing round would test yers'' endurance through food deprivation. Not one to be caught off guard, I meticulously prepared, stuffing my bags with a variety of sustenance, from energy bars to canned foods.


    As the game loaded, the ambient theme music set the tone for the round, and the distant drone of an airne engine rumbled overhead. The setting seemed eerily reminiscent of a World War-era backdrop, giving me the intuitive nudge that remaining stationary could be perilous. Without hesitation, I bolted towards the nearest vehicle - a rusty sedan with worn-out tires. Throwing myself behind the wheel, I floored the elerator, making my way towards the rendezvous point of the US army ¨C a potential haven.


    The safety zone was tantalizingly close, a mere 100 meters away. But, as with any game worth its salt, there''s never a smooth journey. Out of nowhere, headlights blinded me, followed by the screeching of tires and the deafening collision of metal against metal. My screen went ck momentarily, only to reveal a new, grim setting ¨C the cold, stark confines of a prison cell.


    [You have been captured]


    [Items bag used is restricted]


    [Your movement is limited to thepound]


    The weight of my predicament sunk in. On one hand, I should''ve been grateful. After all, I had strategized well, earmarking 2500 survival points to act as a buffer against fatality. But nothing could''ve prepared me for this confinement. The once grandeur-filled ptial prison now felt suffocating, its ornate walls closing in on me with each passing moment.


    Ironically, amidst this bleak setting, there was one minor constion. The in-game Nazis, true to their meticulous nature, ensured that we prisoners were given our daily ration ¨C a piece of stale bread. Hardly a gourmet meal, and far from filling, but it was enough to keep the negative side effects to appear.


    [Stale bread]


    [Type: Foods]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Recover 10 HP within 30 minutes]


    [Effects: Prevent hunger]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: It taste horrible but it does the job]


    As the in-game days merged into nights, my restlessness grew. I couldn''t, and wouldn''t, allow myself to be reduced to a passive yer. Action was necessary, but impulsiveness could be fatal. Escape was the goal, yet how?


    ncing around, I noticed subtle, ndestine gestures among some of the 200 captives. Hushed whispers, coded signnguage, and furtive nces gave away their intent. They were hatching an escape n. Instead of impulsively joining them, I opted for a different approach. I would watch, wait, and learn from their endeavors ¨C their sesses and their inevitable mistakes. This observation would be my escape ticket.

 Chapter 103 Escape

    <h4>Chapter 103 Escape</h4>


    The initial days in captivity had Kenny on his toes, bing an astute observer. He discreetly watched yers, analyzing their patterns, and soon zeroed in on a particr group. They had that discerning look of determination in their virtual eyes; they were nning an escape. As Kenny shadowed their moves, trying to unravel their plot, he was wholly engrossed in their every gesture and whisper.


    So engrossed, in fact, that he missed the subtle approach of a distinctive yer - a young girl with ash-blonde hair that shimmered even in the dim prison lighting. She was petite, roughly up to Kenny''s shoulder, but what truly made her stand out were her unusuallyrge, expressive eyes. They seemed to be constantly in motion, capturing every detail, every nuance.


    Breaking Kenny''s focus, she introduced herself with an innocently cheerful voice, "Hi, I''m Izzie. let us be friend""


    Taken aback, Kenny merely stared, momentarily speechless. Over the subsequent days, he noticed that Izzie had a peculiar habit of talking, or perhaps, mumbling to herself. She''d often be spotted, casting sidelong nces in his direction, her lips curving into a mysterious smile.


    The fourth day in captivity brought a palpable change in the atmosphere. It waste at night when the group Kenny had been observing seemed ready to enact their escape n. He watched, concealed in the shadows, as they cunningly lured a Nazi officer, catching him off guard and swiftly incapacitating him.


    To his surprise, a notification came to the game link.


    [Restriction to thepound is released]


    Apparently, this strategic move granted them a brief window of opportunity to make their way out of the prison yard. Not wanting to squander any more time in confinement, Kenny, driven by adrenaline, along with a dozen more prisoners decided to run away. But as he took his first step, a gentle hand tugged at his sleeve. It was Izzie, her eyes wide with concern, "Don''t go! danger outside!"


    Kenny felt a blend of frustration and intrigue. He tried to shake off her warning and her grip, but she was surprisingly firm. As precious seconds ticked by, he saw the initial escapees leaping over the gate, their silhouettes receding into the vast open fields beyond.


    Izzie''s insistent grip was finally broken with a quick maneuver from Kenny. By the time he freed himself and sprinted towards the gate, he saw thest of a dozen yers clear the tall fence, their figures rapidly blending into the darkened field.


    Heart pounding, Kenny summoned all his energy to keep up with the escapees. He could feel the pulse of the game, the threat of lurking danger, but he was determined to make it out. However, just as he was about to scale the fence, a series of bright shes pierced the inky darkness. The once silent field echoed with the deafening roars of gunfire, interspersed with heart-wrenching screams of pain.


    The serene field transformed into a nightmarish battlefield. Several yers, who moments ago were symbols of hope and escape, nowy motionless, their avatars flickering out of existence. The reality of the game''s brutality paralyzed Kenny momentarily.


    Without further thought, he pivoted and sprinted back towards fences swiftly trying to climb over them. He felt a rush of wind and the distant thud of bullets. The knowledge that he was now an open target drove him to climb faster, praying that his whole year''s worth of luck to save him.


    When he finally jump back into the prisoner yard, as expected the game no longer detected him as an escapee, and the Nazi soldiers, who were previously firing relentlessly, had lowered their guns, apparently dismissing him as a threat.


    Trying to calm his racing heart, Kenny chanced a look back towards the field, only to witness an eerie spectacle. A dense, shadowy cloud was forming, seemingly swallowing the bullets that ventured its way. As the cloud dissipated, therey scattered bullet casings, gleaming ominously under the moonlight.


    His senses were on overdrive, and Kenny barely registered the soft footsteps behind him. Jumping in surprise, he found Izzie, herrge eyes reflecting the chaos they had just witnessed. In her usual cryptic tone, she asked, "So, did you meet my friend out there?"


    "...."


    The grim sight of fallen yers haunted Kenny''s thoughts and made him think that he was just seeing things.


    While the adrenaline from his recent escape attempt was still pumping through him, he tried to rationalize the game''s mechanics. Every game he''d yed before offered chances of redemption, opportunities to rally and win. So, in a situation where yers were captives, logic dictated that there would be a designed path for them to regain freedom.


    His internal debate was interrupted by the abrupt ping of an iing game notification. The digital disy of his HUD projected the grim message:


    [Nazi soldiers will execute all prisoners in 2 days]


    [Countdown started 48:00:00]


    The suddenness of the message was jarring. While Kenny was ustomed to unexpected turns in gamey, a timed execution was more severe than he had anticipated.


    Time seemed to fly, and as the hours dwindled, Kenny observed the growing restlessness among the captives. Conversations became hushed, alliances were being made, and ns were being whispered. Kenny, however, chose toy low, waiting for the opportune moment.


    However, as the final hours approached, Kenny''s patience was disrupted by the rming sounds of uproaring from the southern end of thepound. Squinting through fences, he could see in the distance a throng of yers charging headfirst toward the guards. Their chants and screams echoed, turning thepound into a cacophony of chaos.


    Kenny''s face tightened in disbelief. Such a direct and aggressive approach was bound to provoke a swift retaliation from the guards. And right on cue, another dreaded notification blinked on his screen:


    [Nazi soldiers will execute all prisoners in 10 minutes].


    Kenny mmed his fist against the wall, frustration evident on his face. "How could they be so reckless?" he muttered to himself. The game''s challenge had just turned more dangerous, and time was running out.

 Chapter 104 Advance Battle

    <h4>Chapter 104 Advance Battle</h4>


    The strategy had been meticulously crafted. The ck Sand mercenary force was tasked with neutralizing the Nazi soldiers stationed in the north lobby. Their familiarity with closebat scenarios made them the ideal choice for this. Parallelly, the US special forces, experts in stealth operations, were to infiltrate the cafeteria from the east. These were two crucial vantage points.


    Once secured, the path to the yard where thest Nazi unit guarded the prisoners would be clear. This unit wasn''t to be underestimated: among the over 100 soldiers, there were at least five SS elite soldiers and a highly ranked officer in each unit.


    The atmosphere was palpable with tension. Every soldier, whether from ck Sand or the US special forces, could feel the weight of the mission. However, as is often the case with the bestid ns, an unforeseen wrench was thrown into the works.


    Before either elite force could solidify their positions in the east and north, a ring rm sliced through the rtive calm of the evening. Its shrill cry signaled a new and unexpected threat: the arrival of the Blood Patriot soldiers from the south.


    Then, the game''s chilling notification materialized:


    [Nazi soldiers will execute all prisoners in 10 minutes]


    This countdown acted as a rallying cry for the Nazis. Every soldier, from the lowest rank to the elites, spilled out of their rooms, weapons drawn and at the ready. They converged in the lobby, forming a formidable wall of steel and intent, blocking n and the ck Sand mercenaries. The very air seemed to thicken with anticipation.


    But the leader of ck Sand, Cachellos remained unflustered.


    "Switch to n B. Unleash Hell!"


    As the ck Sand leader''s directive echoed across the area, a visible jolt of energy surged through the gathered mercenaries. The moment they had been waiting for was finally here. It was time to unleash their full power, free from any restraints.


    Every yer, whether a grizzled veteran of countless battles or a neer, had surpassed the formidable benchmark of Level 10 in the first round. This meant they had earned their job sses, granting them ess to intricate maneuvers and strategies that could turn the tide of any battle.


    From the throng of mercenaries, four colossal figures emerged. Each unsheathed a towering shield, which gleamed even in the dimly lit environment. Lining up beside each other, they began chanting an incantation. Soon, an ethereal glow enveloped them, symbolizing the activation of their power.


    [Active Skill: Knight''s Spirit]


    [Increases HP and Defense by 20% for ten minutes]


    This quartet became a moving fortress, an imprable barrier behind which theirrades took refuge. The formation advanced steadily, the rhythmic thud of their boots synchronizing with the beating hearts of those they protected. As they neared the opposition, a force of four warriors sprung from behind this shield wall. Leading the charge was Fin ''Force'' Maddox, one of the ck Sand veterans.


    [Active Skill: Warrior Spirit]


    [Increases Attack by 30% for ten minutes]


    Fin''s fists, already formidable, became a force to be reckoned with. Each punch he delivered bore the power and precision of a sledgehammer, often dealing damage figures in the hundreds. Apanying him were three others, each wielding a weapon of choice: a menacing hammer, a sharp-edged axe, and a gleaming sword. Together, their onught shattered the Nazi defenses, leaving devastation in their wake.


    Yet, just as the enemy lines wavered, an electrifying force entered the fray. Nash ''Tempest'' Rourke, identifiable by his flowing white hair, chanted a series of arcane words. In response, arcs of electricity danced from his fingertips, forming a massive [chain lightning] spell thatnced through the Nazi soldiers.


    One by one, over a dozen were ensnared in this shocking grasp, their screams echoing in the chaos. The sight of theirrades being electrocuted sent waves of panic through the enemy ranks, causing many to abandon their posts and flee in terror.


    The battlefield, chaotic and littered with the fallen, was far from settled. Emerging from their cover, a squad of five yers stepped into the light, led by the renowned marksman, Cade ''Archer'' Harlow. These yers had honed their skills for moments like this, and they made their presence felt immediately. Cade activated:


    [Active Skill: Soldier Spirit]


    [Increases uracy and range by 20% for ten minutes]


    With a sharp intake of breath and unerring precision, he released an arrow from his bow. Its speed was unmatched, its trajectory unwavering. In a remarkable feat, the arrow pierced through two enemy soldiers, felling them both. Around him, hisrades rained down bullets, making every shot count. In a shockingly brief span of just three minutes, the sands of the battlefield had absorbed the lives of more than 40 Nazi soldiers.


    As the smoke cleared momentarily, an impending wave of Nazi soldiers could be felt approaching, their footsteps growing louder. Recognizing the urgency,Cachellos, the leader of the ck Sand mercenaries, bellowed out orders to n, "You lead them to the yard! Now!!"


    n, understanding the gravity of his task, hastily rounded up 15 of the 20 mercenaries, preparing to make a break for the yard. But as they were about to move, a fresh wave of Nazi soldiers, led by an imposing officer and nked by four elite SS soldiers, made their entrance.


    But Cachellos, fearless and confident,ughed, the sound chilling and dripping with madness. Without hesitation, he drew two submachine guns, one for each hand, andunched himself towards the iing threat. Known as ''Scarface Man'', Cachellos was a veteran of level 40. His prowess wasn''t just in his weapons but was the fact that he acquired an advanced level job ss, an Executioner.


    [Active Skill: Executioner Spirit]


    [Increases Attack by 50% for ten minutes]


    [Each kill within ten minutes would give an extra 2% attack]


    He zed through the corridor, guns roaring, mowing down everything in his path. The echoes of his crazedughter haunted n as he sprinted towards the yard.


    Reaching the yard, n''s gaze immediately fixated on therge digital timer:


    [04:15 seconds].


    Tension thickened the air. A daunting line-up of 100 Nazi soldiers, weapons at the ready, stared them down. Opposite them, n caught sight of Lieutenant Summers, apanied by 10 of his elite special forces, all set to charge.


    However, before either side could make their move, a ground-shaking rumble emanated from the south gate. A behemoth of a vehicle, an armored truck with modifications hinting at warfare, burst through the southern fences, its entrance both grand and terrifying.


    The truck''s doors flung open, revealing Marcus and 10 of his fierce soldiers. Guns raised, barrels smoking, Marcus dered their arrival with a battle cry, "The Blood Patriot is here!!"

 Chapter 105 Breakout

    <h4>Chapter 105 Breakout</h4>


    The Blood Patriot''s audacious strategy of ramming through the fence with a truck was cinematic and heroic, a gesture one might expect to see in an action-packed blockbuster. The roaring engine, the screeching metal, and the dust that followed would have painted a picture of imminent liberation for the prisoners. But this was a game, and in this digital realm, rules were often more rigid than thews of physics.


    The enormous breach created by the truck,rge enough for a flood of prisoners to pour out, remained eerily empty. Not a single prisoner made a move towards it, their avatars restricted by unseen barriers.


    [Your movement is limited to thepound]


    This deviation from the game''s intended mechanics did not go unpunished. The time, which was already pressuring the yers, now began to tick down at a fric pace, a penalty for their improvised rescue attempt.


    [03:22 seconds]


    [03:14 seconds]


    The situation was growing desperate. The three teams ¡ª the gritty ck Sand Mercenaries, the elite US Special Forces, and the renegade Blood Patriots ¡ª all rallied together. They worked with a synchronized urgency, each unit tapping into their unique skills to neutralize the 100 Nazi soldiers guarding the yard. des shed, bullets whizzed, and digital blood sttered.


    Yet, n felt a pang of dread. Their collective battle cries, gunshots, and explosions had drawn unwanted attention. Beyond the fence, the intimidating silhouette of 1,000 Nazi soldiers began to form, marching towards thepound with menacing intent. If they were swarmed by these numbers, the mission would undoubtedly fail.


    At that critical moment, n''s tactical mind started racing. They couldn''t possibly fend off a thousand soldiers, and they couldn''t linger in the yard. There was only one priority move ¡ª to decapitate the leadership. Eliminating the Nazi officer and allowing the 200-plus yers release from their restrictions to escape or join the fight.


    Channeling his [Enhanced sense], n honed in on the sea of enemies and zeroed in on the distinct sound of authoritativemands. There! The Nazi officer, identifiable by his crisp uniform and the insignia of rank, was hastily retreating to the school building, nked by a handful of his elite guards.


    n''s heart raced as he made the impulsive decision to dash toward the officer. Every second counted, and hesitation wasn''t a luxury he could afford. Unsheathing his [Arming sword] with his right hand and drawing his [Lugger Pistol] with his left, he was ready for a fight.


    However, n''s headlong rush was soon interrupted. A squad of Nazi soldiers, stepped out to block his path. Their eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into him, fingers hovering over the triggers of their guns. The menacing metallic click of safeties being disengaged filled the air.


    Recognizing the imminent threat, n''s reflexes kicked in. Using his [Lunge Strike] ability, he bolted forward, closing the gap between him and the nearest Nazi faster than a regr sprint. The element of surprise was on his side. Before the soldier could even react, n''s [Arming sword] was thrust forward.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 110 damage],


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 48 damage¡­ target died]


    One down. But victory was short-lived, as a second assant lunged at n, wielding a knife with murderous intent. Every muscle in n''s body screamed in protest as he forced himself into a rapid sidestep, barely dodging the de that would''ve sunk deep into his side. Wasting no time, n retaliated, his [Lugger Pistol] barking loudly, sending two bullets towards his attacker.


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 96 damage],


    [Shooting: Inflicts 88 damage... Target died],


    A digital surge of sess pulsed through him.


    [You gained 400 XP and 200 survival points],


    The short but intense confrontation had left him unscathed, but it cost him precious time. n quickly nced around, trying to spot the elusive officer, but the man seemed to have melted into the shadows. Approaching the school building, he was confronted by a confusing array of doors and corridors. The age-old structure with its faded walls and dpidated doors seemed like a maze designed to confound and dy.


    "Damn it! Where did they go?!" n hissed under his breath, his frustration evident. The pressure of the ticking clock, the dwindling chances of saving the prisoners, and the elusive officer were turning this mission into a nerve-wracking ordeal.


    In the tension-filled corridors of the school building, the unexpected appearance of a figure sent n''s instincts into overdrive. His hand immediately tightened around the hilt of his sword, ready to defend against this sudden threat. But as the figure stepped into the light, n''s aggressive posture rxed. "Kenny?!" he eximed, a mix of relief and surprise evident in his tone.


    Kenny''s face was a canvas of panic and urgency. "n!! Thank God, it''s you!" he gasped out, his voice hoarse. "I''ve been tailing the officer. Come on, we can corner him together!"


    n raised an eyebrow. The coincidence was uncanny, but there was no time to ponder on it. Guided by Kenny, the two of them navigated the maze-like structure of the school, their ears catching muffled German shouts that grew increasingly louder.


    As they prepared to make their move, Kenny''s desperate plea interrupted n''s thoughts. "n, lend me a weapon, anything! I''m defenseless here."


    Still restricted as a prisoner of tehpound, Kenny was unable to ess his item bag. Without hesitation, n handed his trusted [Glock] to Kenny. As Kenny took a moment to familiarize himself with the weapon, a soft voice came from behind them, causing n to whirl around in surprise.


    "What about me? Izzie wants to help too"


    It was a petite girl with a cheerful smile, one that seemed out of ce in such chaos, as he stepped forward from the shadows. n couldn''t help but feel a pang of shock. The girl was one of the famous solo yers in his past life.


    Recognizing her potential as an ally, n quickly handed her a sharp [dagger]. The three of them now prepared, approached the room where they suspected the Nazi officer was hiding.


    n''s senses, enhanced by the game mechanics, detected three distinct figures inside the room. He could hear the shuffling of feet, the nervous clinking of metal. Without a second thought, n kicked the door open and aimed his [Lugger] at where he believed the officer was positioned. But, before he could get a clear shot, a massive SS soldier lunged forward, acting as a human shield for the officer.


    The room''s atmosphere grew thick with tension as n''s shots rang out, striking the SS soldier''s broad chest.


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 32 damage],


    [Shooting: Inflicts 28 damage]


    To n''s dismay, the formidable soldier barely flinched. The game''s notification confirmed his fear; this opponent was no ordinary soldier but one with enhanced resistance. The scenario suddenly became far moreplicated than n had anticipated.

 Chapter 106 Siege

    <h4>Chapter 106 Siege</h4>


    While n was deep in the pursuit of the Nazi officer, thebined might of the three groups ensured a resounding victory over the Nazi forces within thepound. Their triumph was symbolized by Cachellos. The mercenary leader emerged from the school building, the weight of his battles evident, yet his body remarkably untouched, a testament to his skill and prowess. He had single-handedly taken down three of the SS''s elite fighters, and as thest seconds of the countdown ebbed away, there remained no Nazi soldiers to threaten the captive yers.


    A heavy silence settled over the area, interrupted only by the faint cries and whispers of the rescued. However, Cachellos''s gruff voice shattered the quiet. "Where the hell is that damned Nazi officer? Did anyone get him?!"


    As yers began sifting through the defeated, identifying friends and foes, an ominous sound drew their attention. The rhythmic march of boots grew louder, and as they turned their gaze to the horizon, they witnessed a sea of gray uniforms and glinting helmets. A battalion of 1,000 Nazi soldiers was advancing,ying siege to the entirepound. They moved in unison, their steps synchronized, marching relentlessly over the 300 meters of open fields that separated them from thepound.


    Cachellos''s gaze locked onto Marcus. The frustration was evident in his eyes. "You! It''s because of you!" Cachellos thundered, "Not only did you sound the rm prematurely, but your recklessness tore a gaping hole in the fences. Idiot! Puta Madre!"


    Marcus''s face reddened with anger and embarrassment. He clenched his fists, battling the rising tide of his own fury. "If that''s the gratitude I get for trying to help, then perhaps I should leave," he shot back, his voice dripping with disdain. Without waiting for a response, he sharply signaled his men, and they began making their way to the parked truck, eager to put distance between themselves and the impending showdown.


    But just as they neared the truck, a whistle cut through the air, culminating in the sound of an arrow embedding itself into one of the truck''s front wheels. The vehicle lurched to a sudden stop, effectively pinned in ce.


    A voice, cold and unyielding, echoed from the shadows. The mercenary leader stepped forward, the bow still in hand. "You aren''t going anywhere," he dered, his voice devoid of emotion, "You''re going to face the consequences of your actions."


    Marcus''s face was a mixture of rage and disbelief, veins pulsating on his forehead, eyes wide with fury. "You! You utter bastard!" He spun on his heel, fists clenched, ready to charge at Cachellos.


    The tension in the air was palpable. Every yer and soldier felt the weight of the impending sh between the two leaders, but just as the first blows were about to be exchanged, a strong hand gripped Marcus''s shoulder. Lieutenant Summers stood between the two, his stern face conveying the urgency of their situation. "Enough!" he bellowed, his eyes darting toward the approaching Nazis. "This isn''t the time! We have bigger problems!"


    Understanding the gravity of their position, the leader of the US special forces swiftly activate his [Military Radio]municator connecting him to the main armymand center. Captain Carter''s gruff voice came through, "Report, Lieutenant."


    "We''re surrounded, Captain," Summers ryed swiftly, "Request backup."


    Captain Carter''s response was immediate, "toon dispatch. ETA 30 minutes, Hold the fort."


    The words were notforting. Half an hour might as well have been an eternity given their situation. With over 200 prisoners, including many unarmed yers, thepound was a vulnerable target. They had to prepare.


    "We''re bracing for a siege!" Lieutenant Summers announced, rallying the troops and yers. He gestured to the cafeteria, a structure that seemed the most defensible. "Inside, everyone! Arm yourselves!"


    Though there were limited weapons, they were distributed swiftly among the prisoners. It was a small constion, as only 50 could be armed, but their fighting strength had now effectively doubled.


    "For those without weapons, Barricade yourselves in and stay hidden. We''ll handle the frontline," the lieutenantmanded.


    As thest of them scrambled for cover, the unmistakable cacophony of a battle cry rang out. Hundreds of Nazi soldiers, with their weapons raised, stormed into thepound. Then, the deafening stato of machine-gun fire erupted.


    TRATRATATATATA...


    #####


    In a dimly lit section of the building, n found himself cornered. The heavy thud of boots and echoing gunfire outside was a stark contrast to his immediate environment, which felt suffocating silent. Before him stood two Elite SS guards, their armor gleaming menacingly under the sporadic lighting. Each detail on their armor was a testament to their rank and might. Beside them, the Nazi officer they were tasked to protect eyed n with malicious amusement.


    Without warning, the one of the two guards lunged at n with a force that spoke of deadly intent. His fist, d in iron knuckles, drove into the wall with such power that the concrete crumbled, leaving a gaping hole.


    Kenny, from his vantage point, grasped the precariousness of their situation. Without hesitation, he pulled out the pistol n had handed him earlier and aimed at the officer. But as soon as he squeezed the trigger, the second SS guard stepped in, deflecting the bullets with an armored forearm. The bullets pinged off harmlessly, doing minimal damage.


    As expected in a virtual realm like theirs, the shots from Kenny''s Glock drew the attention of the first guard, who now saw Kenny as a threat. Kenny''s heart raced. He shot a quick nce to Izzie, the skilled yer next to him. "Izzie," he said, voice dripping with urgency, "I''ll draw this brute away. Can you handle the officer?"


    Izzie, her eyes gleaming with determination, responded with a grin, "Alright. "Izzie happy to help a friend." As she spoke, Kenny unleashed another barrage of bullets at the SS guard, ensuring the behemoth''s focus remained squarely on him.


    The Elite SS might have been a formidable foe with their raw strength and endurance, but they had a weakness: their agility. n capitalized on this, darting around his opponent with nimble footwork, a dance honed from countless hours in the game. Kenny, however, was at a distinct disadvantage. Being only a level 12 yer and armed with just a low-damage pistol, his strategy relied heavily on evasion.


    Drawing upon his extensive gaming knowledge, Kenny keenly observed the guard''s punching pattern, predicting its trajectory.


    BAMM!


    A fist collided with the wall, obliterating the concrete. The sheer force of the punch made Kenny''s heart skip a beat ¨C one direct hit, and he''d lose a significant portion of his health points. With sweat beading on his forehead, he sidestepped, deftly predicting the next punch and evading with a swift left, followed by a quick dodge to the right.


    Across the room, n danced a deadly ballet with his foe, his de shing in the intermittent light. Each thrust, parry, and swing was expertly executed. After a series of masterful strikes, leaving the Elite SS disoriented, n decisively ended the confrontation. Pulling out his sawed-off shotgun, he aimed squarely at the guard''s head and fired. The echoing st reverberated throughout the building.


    [You have killed the elite soldier]


    [You gained 800 XP and 400 survival points]


    Drawing a deep breath, n''s gaze sought out Kenny, fully intending to assist. Yet, to his surprise, the younger yer seemed to hold his own, weaving through the onught with impressive agility. Time was of the essence, and another adversary awaited n''s attention.


    Turning, n found himself face-to-face with the Nazi officer. The officer''s statistics blinked in n''s peripheral vision:


    [Nazi Officer]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: E+]


    [Remarks: High Survival Instinct]


    Despitecking the physical attributes of the Elite SS, this officer boasted a high health pool of 500 to 600HP. Sensing the turning tide with the fall of his guard, the officer swiftly drew a distinctive weapon ¨C the Thompson Submachine Gun. Without hesitation, he unloaded a barrage of bullets at n while simultaneously attempting a retreat to the nearest exit.


    However, as the officer neared the door, his escape was abruptly halted. A shadowy figure, dense and foreboding, materialized, blocking his path. The officer''s confident demeanor crumbled into pure horror. "What the hell is this?!" he gasped.


    n watched in astonishment as the silhouette ensnared the officer, the eerie sound of bones crunching filled the room as he dropped his weapon. Afterward Izzie, the girl approached her prey with a bounce in her step, an unsettling joy in her movements. Drawing the knife n had handed her earlier, she began her grim task, singing a haunting rhyme with each thrust:


    "One¡­ two¡­ one, two, three¡­"


    Though familiar with Izzie from past lives, n was unprepared for this visceral disy of her prowess. The grim dance continued until the officery motionless. Then, two dozen stabster, another announcement echoed in the game:


    [Nazi Officer has been defeated]


    [Prisoner restriction sessfully lifted]


    [level D quest - Free captured yerspleted]


    x x x x x x

 Chapter 107 Fight Back

    <h4>Chapter 107 Fight Back</h4>


    The makeshift alliance formed by the three groups, along with the freshly armed prisoners, might have seemed formidable at first nce. However, when counted, they barely reached just over 100 yers. In stark contrast, an intimidating horde of 1000 Nazi soldiers began their onught from all four sides of thepound, their boots pounding the ground in a synchronized rhythm that sounded like a war drum.


    The defenders had wisely chosen the cafeteria as their stronghold. Its strategic location, with its interconnected hallways and windows that offered a broad view of the yards, provided both an excellent vantage point and a defensible position. They barricaded the halls, using whatever furniture they could find, transforming the cafeteria into a fortress.


    Cachellos, the ruthless and battle-hardened warrior, imed a critical entry point. With a machine gun in each hand, he was a force to be reckoned with. His unique ability in the game allowed him to draw strength from every kill. The more Nazi soldiers he downed, the more potent his damage output became.? For him, this battle was not just a fight for survival; it was a goldmine.


    In the yard, amidst the din of gunfire and shouts, a particr unit of Nazi soldiers adopted a distinct strategy. They began a slow but determined march using towering, imprable shields. This shield wall approach was designed to gradually advance and break through the defensive lines of the yers. Marcus, ever the fiery leader, and his fiercely loyal Blood Patriot Lieutenant, Jason, wouldn''t let this challenge pass. They both underwent a breathtaking transformation into their half-wolf hybrid forms. With heightened strenght and enhanced agility, they broke into a sprint, targeting the gaps in the shield wall. Their razor-sharp ws and fangs made quick work of the Nazis, causing chaos and breaking their formation.


    While Marcus and Jason dealt with the shielded threat, the rest of the prisoners found themselves under the guidance of Lieutenant Summers. His military background and tactical acumen shone brightly as he quickly assessed the situation. With firm instructions and a clear voice, he divided the defenders, assigning them to different choke points, ensuring that no entrance was left undefended.


    "Hold the line! Kill all within sight!" His orders resonated through the cafeteria, boosting the morale of the defenders.


    Yet, as the battle wore on, the sheer number of Nazi soldiers began to weigh heavily on the defenders. Wave after wave, they pressed on, their numbers seemingly unending. The gaps in the defensive line began to show, and despair started to seep into the hearts of the prisoners. Just when it seemed the situation couldn''t get more dire, a chime echoed through the game interface of every yer. A notification shed:


    [Prisoner restriction sessfully lifted]


    [level D quest - Free captured yerspleted]


    This change of fate, arriving just in the nick of time, promised a new hope and a turn in the tide of battle.


    Suddenly, with the restrictions now lifted, a renewed sense of hope swept through thepound. The additional 150 yers, who had been dormant and unable to ess their game inventory were now back in the fray. Hands hurriedly dove into their inventory bags, pulling out weapons of all kinds ¨C swords, guns, and more. Their eagerness palpable, their spirits indomitable, the air filled with their rallying cry,


    "Fight! Fight, fight!"


    These yers had endured a frustrating week, idly watching events unfold without being able to engage or earn any XP or points. Their pent-up frustration and the burning desire to leap into action were all too evident. With their reentry into the battlefield, they significantly bolstered the defense, swinging the momentum in favor of thepound''s defenders. The sheer surge of their collective force began pushing the Nazi soldiers back, reiming lost ground bit by bit.


    Amidst this sea change, n, Kenny, and Izzie emerged from their task. As n stepped into the yard, he witnessed the turning tide ¨C yers rallying, forcing the Nazis into a retreat.


    "This is the chance, Let''s get some more XP" " Kenny and Izzie nodded in agreement and followed him into the thick of the battle.


    The battle had reached an apex of chaos. Every inch of thepound echoed with the sounds of warfare, as soldiers from all corners of the town, drawn by the mor, converged on the scene. Nazi boots stomped the ground in increasing numbers, their unified march creating an imposing rhythm that added to the discord.


    Just when the situation seemed bleak for the yers, a distinct noise arose from the western perimeter of thepound. The rhythmic beating of boots, coupled with battle cries and the clinking of ammunition, signaled the arrival of much-needed reinforcements. Emerging from the smoke and debris was the Delta Company. Located closest to the town center, they were the first respondents, chosen for the immediate backup.


    As the Delta Company stormed in, the streets transformed into a grand arena. Bullets whizzed past, grenades exploded, sending shrapnel in every direction, and the air became thick with tension. This wasn''t just another skirmish; it was a full-blown war between the yers and the Nazi NPCs.


    Yet, the Nazis had upped their game. Among their ranks were the fearsome SS elites. Their presence was unmistakable, with some manning heavy machine guns, sending a barrage of bullets with each press of the trigger, while others wielded RPGs, aiming at strategic points to cause maximum damage. But for the veteran yers, these elites were not just formidable adversaries; they were golden opportunities. Defeating an SS elite was a ticket to higher XP and the tantalizing possibility of securing at least an Umon drop, making them prime targets.


    In the thick of the fray, amidst gun smoke and flying debris, n spotted familiar faces. The 17th Militia was in action, and among their ranks, Vicky and Merle stood out. Side by side, they seized every opportunity,unching fierce attacks on the Nazi soldiers. Every fallen enemy meant more XP, and they were determined to harvest as much as they could.


    With the timely arrival of the Delta Company, thepound''s situation shifted dramatically. Slowly but steadily, they began to overpower the enemies, reiming the area.


    In the wake of such a decisive victory, adrenaline coursed through the veins of the fighters, leading to boisterous shouts of defiance.


    "Bring on more Nazis! We''ll y them all!" Such was the uplifted spirit that some of the braver souls even toyed with the idea of taking control of the entire town, perhaps hoping to clear the game level outright.


    However, amidst the triumphant roars and ambitious ns, Captain Carter''s order stand. Her directive was unambiguous: evacuate the area before the first light of dawn. Lieutenant Summers took charge. He rallied the freed yers, instructing them to fall in line with the Delta Company and prepare for a westward exodus.


    The two mercenary factions in their midst, the ck Sand and the Blood Patriots, after a brief exchange of nods, diverged onto their respective paths, disappearing into the shadows of the night.


    As the first hues of dawn painted the horizon, thest of the fighters stepped beyond the town limits, reaching the protective boundaries of the military base. A sense of relief washed over them, amplified by the game notifications that flooded their vision.


    [level D quest - Free captured yerspleted]


    [Number of Prisoners saved: >90%]


    [Number of guards killed: >90%]


    [Completion rating: Excellent]


    [Your performance: Excellent]


    [You received 3000 survival points, 3000 XP, and 2 x Rank D reward]


    The game''s generous rewards reflected the collective efforts of the team. While every participant reaped some benefits, n, who had been at the epicenter of thebat, bagged the maximum ¨C a highly coveted Rank D reward.


    However, their moment of respite was short-lived. Just an hour into their celebrations, murmurs spread among the yers, some expressing regret for not sticking around to amass even more rewards. But such grumbles were quickly silenced as they witnessed the game''s next daunting challenge unfold.


    Calumet''s docks, which had been a bustling scene of victory just a while ago, now took on a menacing aura. Ships,rger and more numerous than before, anchored in quick session, disgorging soldiers armed with advanced weaponry. The sheer magnitude of the reinforcement was overwhelming, tripling the earlier numbers. Trailing behind it was nothing less than a missileuncher, its silhouette suggesting the terrifying prospect of a weapon capable of mass destruction.

 Chapter 108 Respite

    <h4>Chapter 108 Respite</h4>


    With the rescue mission wrapped up, n''s makeshift militia post was momentarily rendered dormant, awaiting activation for the next group challenge.


    The rays of dawn painted the horizon on the eighth day, heralding the return of n and his band of 40 to their farm base. The battle''s aftermath was evident in their haggard faces, wearied bodies, and slouched postures. The all-nighter had taken its toll on them, and all yearned for a moment of reprieve to regain their lost stamina.


    [Hunger Level 1: Stamina Regeneration -10%]


    [Sleep Deprivation Level 1: Stamina Regeneration -20%]


    Amidst the haze of exhaustion, n''s thoughts resonated with everyone''s silent wish for food and rest. Sensing the unspoken need, Luis, ever the proactive member, jumped in with a solution. With a reassuring grin, he dered, "Give me just 30 minutes, and I''ll whip up something to fill those bellies!" Without waiting for a response, the energetic Mexican chef dashed toward the farmhouse''s rear, determination evident in his stride.


    As the group settled down, trying to shake off the weariness, a familiar hum of footsteps approached. n, turning his head slightly, recognized the approaching figures.


    "Wee back home!" boomed a hearty voice.


    The source of the voice was none other than Bill, the CEO, who just recently join the group.. His robust frame and beaming smile provided a warm greeting, a stark contrast to the battle they had just faced.


    Apanying him were his trusty Russian farmers, Ivan and Dimitri. Their stout frames and rugged hands told tales of a lifetime tending to the soil. Their eyes, though, gleamed with the same mixture of relief and anticipation shared by the twenty ex-Bloody Patriots trailing behind. As they converged, the air was thick with a mix of emotions: relief at seeing familiar faces return, anticipation of hearing tales of the night''s exploits, and an underlying concern for those who might not have made it back.


    The afterglow of the mission was palpable; the warmth of reunions, the relief of safe returns. But more than anything, gratitude flowed like a river. For in the dangerous world they now inhabited, the absence of death was a victory in itself. To many, the fact that all returned unscathed was a richer reward than any XP or loot. This sentiment resonated strongly within the group, and n could feel the weight of it all around him.


    However, amidst this sea of gratitude and relief, ripples of dissatisfaction emanated from one corner. Merle, the Crimson Gunner wore a scowl that seemed etched onto his face. Although he stood among them, safe and unharmed, the choices he made during the mission had only garnered him a modest reward. A paltry 1000XP, 1000 Survival points, and a solitary E rank reward were all he had to show for his efforts. His gaze often wandered to the two neers, clearly envious of the rewards they had amassed during their brief involvement.


    A clear, yet delicate voice then pierced the air, offering a temporary reprieve from the mix of emotions. "Hello, everyone. My name''s Izzie. I hope we can be friends." The owner of the voice was a petite young girl with striking features and an aura of mystery about her. She stood next to Kenny, who seemed a protective figure beside her.


    Kenny, who had had his own set of challenges, having been imprisoned, now found himselfgging eight days behind the rest of the group. His predicament had forced him to recalibrate his ns, leading him to align with n''s faction.


    n, ever the keen observer, recognized Kenny''s inherent intelligence and reliability. Yet, his intrigue was primarily piqued by the young woman beside him. Isabe Montague, or ''Izzie'', as she preferred, was not just another yer. Hailing from thepetitive battlegrounds of the New York server, she was reputed to be one of its finest.


    Whispers from n''s past life, however, painted a rather somber picture of Izzie. Rumors swirled of her being mentally unwell, with an enigmatic power that lured many only for them to fall prey to the game''s treacherous designs. Tragically, Izzie''s avatar had met its demise in the fifth round of the previous year''s game.


    But as n observed her now, the menacing aura that tales had spoken of seemed amiss. In its ce stood a young woman, undeniably different, but not the feared enigma of the stories. Seizing the moment, Vicky, with her trademark warmth and weing nature, stepped forward. Her voice was the epitome of kindness as she said, "Hi Izzie, I''m Vicky. It''s great to have you with us. Let''s be friends."


    The atmosphere at the camp began to shift as the aroma of Luis''s renowned Rabbit stew wafted through the air, eliciting anticipatory murmurs from the hungry warriors. Known not only for its tantalizing vor but also for its restorative qualities, this particr dish had a revered status. Consuming it not only staved off hunger but also rejuvenated its consumers, cutting down their sleep needs considerably.


    As they savored the meal, letting its hearty vor and warmth seep into their tired bones, n rose to his feet, his voice carrying the weight of leadership, "You''ve all done exceptionally well. Make sure to get some well-deserved rest." With that, the team began dispersing towards their designated sleeping areas, fatigue evident in their steps.


    However, for n, rest was a luxury he couldn''t afford just yet. His responsibilities as a leader beckoned. Noticing Bill overseeing some activity in the distance, he approached him, intent on inspecting the farm''s progress. "Show me around," n instructed.


    Bill, apanied by his two Russian counterparts, led the way. In stark contrast to the battleground they had just departed from, the farm was a hive of peaceful activity. Under Bill''s supervision and with the help of the Russians, ten new plots, each measuring 10x10 meters, were in development. Their first harvest had yielded approximately 500 potatoes, which were now being meticulously nted back. The diligence of the two Russians, armed with their novice farming skills, promised an even more prosperous harvest the next time around.


    Surveying the orderly rows of freshly tilled earth and budding nts, a surge of pride swelled within n. Turning to Bill and the diligent workers beside him, he acknowledged their efforts, "You''ve done amendable job here. I''m impressed."


    The farm, with its rich soil and potential for abundant yields, was the backbone of their survival. As n walked its length and breadth, assessing its fortifications, Bill''s astute eyes detected a certain urgency in his stride. "n," he began, voice tinged with concern, "Are we expecting an attack"


    n calmly said "We''ll, I hope not"

 Chapter 109 Missions Objectives

    <h4>Chapter 109 Missions Objectives</h4>


    At the close of the prison rescue operation, the chilling reality of the game''s progression unveiled itself: the second wave of the round was activated. This wasn''t a mere troop reinforcement, but rather a massive influx of Nazi forces. The streets, alleys, and strongholds within the city of Calumet brimmed with their ominous presence. The previously ndestine operation had now grown into a full-blown invasion, with the Nazi forces amassing a staggering 20,000 soldiers.


    The scale and gravity of the situation weren''t lost on the yers. The air grew thick with tension, as strategy sessions were called to determine the best approach to ensure survival.


    [Main Quest: Stop the invading Nazis]


    [Secondary Quest (Optional): Take control of Calumet]


    [Bonus Quest (Optional): Discover and neutralize the WMD]


    The main mission''s parameters were straightforward: prevent the Nazi soldiers from expanding beyond Calumet, and the yers would sessfully navigate this round. But with the sheer number of enemy forces, and the city''s intricateyout, this was easier said than done.


    Some yers, operating on various servers, contemted the idea ofying siege to Calumet. Their n hinged on bottling up the city and engaging in intense urban warfare. With sufficient firepower and unity, such a bold maneuver could indeed fulfill the primary objective. Yet, there was an underlying peril in this approach. The overwhelming force of the Nazis, nearly five times their number and further bolstered by a fleet of armored vehicles, posed a significant risk. This tactic could result in catastrophic losses for the yers.


    Unbeknownst to many, there was a hiddenyer to the enemy''s strategy. Should the yers opt against besieging Calumet, the Nazis had a fallback n: dispatching dozens of patrol squads per day, to relentlessly hunt for yer bases and encampments outside the city. This ploy was something n had learned and subsequently shared with Colonel Weeber, who ryed it to Captain Carter.


    The counter-strategy they devised was to withdraw all yer forces from direct confrontation and engage in guerri-style skirmishes. This would gradually wear down the enemy''s numbers, setting the stage for a climactic battle on thest day with the odds skewed more favorably for the yers.


    To ensure coordinated efforts, even the militias, who had disbanded earlier, were looped into this intelwork. They were entrusted with [Military radios], vitalmunication tools that would keep them abreast of evolving strategies and updates. The hope was clear: even if they didn''t actively participate in the skirmishes, they would at least be prepared for the looming showdown in six days'' time.


    ####


    After a period of rest, where yers took the time to rejuvenate and steel themselves for the challenges ahead, n convened the group. The rustle of leaves, the asional chirping of birds, and the distant murmurs of conversation created a contrasting atmosphere to the gravity of the situation they found themselves in.


    Merle, with a gruff voice and battle-hardened gaze, stood at the forefront.


    "Alright, n, What''s the n?"


    Facing an eager and expectant crowd of over 60 yers, n began to articte his strategy. His voice was calm and assertive, lending an air of confidence to his words.


    The twenty members of the support group would dedicated to crafting more swords, shields, and leather armor. They would delve deep into mines for precious ore, chop down the towering trees for their valuable lumber, and hunt game for their sturdy leather. The finished products wouldn''t just be hoarded; they''d be sold to other yers, providing a steady influx of survival points which could be crucial in theing days.


    "As for thebat team, which includes the remaining 40 of us, our objective is twofold. We engage in skirmishes for experience points and simultaneously gather essential supplies to sustain our efforts."


    A murmur of agreement echoed among the yers, each processing their roles and responsibilities.


    n''s next decision let them deeper into the vast forest adjoining their farm. As the forest swallowed the group, n halted, his gaze sweeping over thebatants,? he began. "Before we dive into actual skirmishes, we need to be adept in our tactics. Training is crucial."


    Within the heart of the forest, n promptly divided thebat group into two distinct units. Each had its own uniqueposition, but both boasted twenty members.


    Unit One was spearheaded by Merle. This unit, predominantlyprised of his trusted band of rugged rednecks, brought with them raw and unrefined energy.


    In contrast, Unit Two was ced under themand of Vicky. This group was a mix of skilled yers like Milo, Daniel, Rose, Kenny, and Izzie. Their diverse backgrounds and experiences meant that their approach would be more varied and flexible.


    n''s innate ability to teach, honed over countless experiences, now took center stage.


    He stressed the essence of guerri warfare. In suchbat, the power wasn''t always in numbers. It was about swift, unexpected moves, exploiting the terrain, and maximizing damage while minimizing exposure. Such tactics were unfamiliar to many in the group. They were not soldiers, after all.


    Throughout the afternoon, the forest echoed with the sounds of practice drills. n meticulously taught them various strategies. They practiced ambushes, utilizing the forest''s dense foliage for surprise attacks. They simted hit-and-run scenarios, striking quickly and retreating before the enemy could respond. Then there were decoys and diversions, meant to confuse and split enemy forces.


    They analyzed their sesses and learned from their failures. It was an exhaustive process, but the benefits of these hours of practice were evident: the group emerged more synchronized, aware, and strategic.


    As the sun dipped below the horizon, exhaustion became evident on every face. They trekked back to the farm, yearning for a well-deserved rest. The day had been intense, both physically and mentally, but they were better prepared for whaty ahead.


    Under the cloak of night, while the group trekked back to their farm for much-needed rest, n''s enhanced stamina was evident. While others sought reprieve, he was embarking on another task¡ªa personal solo quest that beckoned him.

 Chapter 110 Sneak

    <h4>Chapter 110 Sneak</h4>


    n''s unique [Schr Spirit] allowed him to function differently from other yers. This trait granted him an inherent advantage, permitting him to engage in prolonged activity without incurring the standard stamina penalties that often hampered others. For someone as devoted to the team as n, this was invaluable. He had tirelessly aided hispanions in their endeavors, often sidelining his needs. But now, the scales had tipped, and it was high time he concentrated on refining his own abilities.


    The atmosphere in Calumet City was tenser than ever. Fresh reinforcements had transformed thendscape. Where once experience yers might be able to roam freely, now the overpowering presence of 20,000 Nazi soldiers dominated. Their systematic patrols and vignt watch had created an iron-d grid, making stealthy ventures nearly impossible. The odds were stacked so high that even seasoned yers, boasting years of experience and prowess, would think twice before daring to tread on this dangerous ground. A misstep, a wrong turn, or just being at the wrong ce at the wrong time could spell disaster.


    n, however, was not one to be deterred. He thrived on challenges. Beneath his calm demeanor simmered a determination to achieve his personal objectives,e what may. But he was no fool; he knew the importance of meticulous nning and preparation.


    Just before he entered the town, he activated his [Gamelink]. The holographic interface popped up, showcasing an array of statistics:


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 24: 37150/40000]


    [Health points: 270/270]


    [Spirit points: 70]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Strength: E]


    [Agility: D+]


    [Endurance: D]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: C]


    [Spirit: E]


    [Survival Points: 18250]


    [You have two attribute points to distribute]


    [You have 2x D rank reward 1x E rank reward. 4 x F rank reward]


    Eyes skimming through the details, a smile spread across n''s face as he spotted the D rank reward. This was the key to his next strategic move. Eagerly, he navigated to his skill section to pinpoint which one would be the most beneficial to upgrade for the uing challenges.


    [Choose a skill to upgrade]


    [Sneak (Novice)]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Increases the chance to move undetected]


    [Prerequisites: Agility C-, Perception E+]


    [Cost: 3000 survival points and 1x Rank D reward]


    In the world of gaming, skills categorized under the ''Umon'' rarity oftene with their own set ofplexities. The prerequisites clearly indicated that n''s current stats needed adjusting. With a series of precisemands, n channeled his bonus attribute points to better align with the skill''s demands:


    [Agility: D+] +1 [D+ >C-]


    [Perception: E] +1 [E >E+]


    As the adjustments settled in, the attributes shimmered, signifying their sessful enhancement. Now meeting the requirements, n proceeded with the upgrade, investing the necessary survival points and a coveted Rank D reward.


    A soothing chime signaled thepletion of the upgrade process:


    [You have spent 3000 survival points and 1x Rank D reward]


    [You gained proficiency in [Sneak] - Novice to Expert]


    Yet, n''s advantages didn''t stop there. His equipment, the [Night Cloak], gave him the extra boost he needed. The cloak''s innate properties worked synergistically with n''s freshly upgraded [Sneak], pushing its proficiency beyond Expert level to Master.


    [Increases the chance to move undetected]


    [Sneak attack damage: 25% > 50%]


    Such prowess in stealth was nearly unheard of. Veterans, despite their extensive experience, seldom reached mastery in this skill, especially this early in the game. But n had, and this was only his first game''s second round!


    d in his cloak and armed with his new set of abilities, n approached Calumet city. His every step exuded confidence. Yet, he remained cautious. Mindlessly hunting for XP was not n''s style. He understood the city''s perils all too well. If he couldn''t eliminate an opponent with a single, decisive strike, it would send rm bells ringing, drawing hordes of Nazi soldiers towards him. He had no intention of making a hasty, zing exit from the town as he had done before. This time, he was prepared and in control.


    The moonlit city streets glistened as n held his [Arming Sword] at the ready. Paired with his enhanced strength, the sword boasted a base damage of 38. But n''s abilities didn''t stop at mere brute strength. His proficiency in swordsmanship granted an additional 50% expert sword bonus damage.? Factor in his newly-acquired 50% sneak attack bonus, and n was a silent tempest, capable of delivering a staggering 85 standard damage or a whopping 170 lethal damage in one fluid motion.


    As he assessed potential threats, n analyzed his opponents'' potential defenses and HP. The math was straightforward: while a [regr soldier] could be downed in a single strike, dealing with a [Trained soldier] was a different ballgame. Such an opponent demanded either a perfectly-executed lethal blow or a meticulously nned double attack. One wrong move, and the silent city would erupt in rms, alerting every soldier nearby.


    But n''s expertisey in calcted risks. He wasn''t one to dive headfirst into danger without weighing his options. As he navigated the city, he moved like a shadow, utilizing his skills like [Enhance Sense] to pick up even the faintest sounds or movements, and [Concealment] to blur into the background, rendering him virtually invisible to the patrolling Nazi guards.


    When situations became especially tricky, n relied on his active skill [Light Step]. With it, he moved soundlessly, leaving no auditory trace for a full 30 seconds, though this skill had a 10-minute cooldown, making its usage a strategic choice.


    It was in one of these silent interludes that he spotted a solitary soldier. Like a sheep strayed too far from its flock, this lone target presented an opportunity. Moving with the precision of a trained assassin, n struck.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 108 damage]


    [Critical hit inflicted from sneak attack, 54 damage, Target dies¡­]


    The oue was instantaneous. The soldier''s life was extinguished in the dark alley, with n''s sword having found its mark. The [Gamelink] rewarded him with the apanying benefits:


    [You gained 200 XP and 100 survival points].


    But his task wasn''tplete. Every kill required cleanup. With swift efficiency, n hid the fallen soldier, ensuring no traces were left behind. The game''s night was still young, and n had more moves to make.


    As n prowled the streets of Calumet City, every calcted strike and every deliberate step had a bigger goal in mind. He wasn''t merely a predator in search of prey; he was a hunter with a mission.


    Between each silent takedown, n turned his attention to the various establishments lining the streets. Slipping into alleyways and darting through hidden backdoors, he raided one building after another, one silent shop to the next, always in search of that one invaluable loot. The growl of hunger no longer gued him, and anyway, food had be secondary. The gun shops, once teeming with ammunition, were now stripped bare by veteran yers who''d gotten there first.


    n, however, had set his sights on something else. Medicinal supplies were crucial in this game. With the city''s chemist shops picked clean and the hospital transformed into a fortress, heavily guarded and nearly imprable, n had to think creatively. Patiently, he would sift through the private homes, prying open medicinal cabs and rummaging through drawers, steadily filling his [Bear Skin Bag] with every valuable find.


    But deep down, n was on a singr quest. There was one particr item he needed to find. As dawn''s first light began to paint the cityscape in hues of orange and pink, signaling that it was nearly time for him to retreat, his persistence paid off.


    A triumphant "Yes!!" escaped his lips as his fingers closed around a cold, red steel box. an item so rare in the game that even the bustling markets of Port town, with their wide array of wares, didn''t have it on offer.


    [Repair Kit]


    [Type: Tools]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effects: Can be used to repair broken items]


    [Remarks: Can you fix it? Yes you can!]


    As dawn''s light began to spread across the horizon, casting long shadows in the city alleys, n was already on the move. With swift and careful maneuvers, he exited the city boundaries, the weight of his bag a testament to his sessful raid.


    Along with the invaluable [Repair Kit], his night''s work had yielded more riches. 20 unsuspecting soldiers had met their end at his de, which had not only honed his skills but also added a substantial [4000 Xp and 2000 Survival points] to his game stats.

 Chapter 111 Training

    <h4>Chapter 111 Training</h4>


    After the all-nighter task, n wearily made his way to a sleeping bag in the corner of the farmhouse. The long hours of the previous night had taken their toll, and he knew that a brief respite was necessary. With great relief, he closed his eyes, hoping to catch up on some much-needed rest.


    However, his rest was short-lived. n awoke to the sound of voices. Daniel, one of the rednecks, exuded confidence as he addressed n, "Mr. D, are we finally going to see some action today?"


    n, still groggy from his nap awakened to see everyone was already waiting and his answer was "Not yet, today will be more training."


    This response was met with a mixture of anticipation and frustration. One of the rednecks, Ruth the young female eager for a real fight, couldn''t contain her impatience, shouting, "What? More training again!? Can''t we just train with a real battle?!"


    n calmly reassured them, "I promised you it would be more interesting today."


    Today''s training would be different. n had decided to shift the focus from theory to practicality. He proposed a mock battle between the two units, Merle''s and Vicky''s. This time, they would use real weapons and live ammunition. However, there was a crucial rule to follow: as soon as a participant reached a critical condition of their health points, they were to y dead.


    The idea sparked excitement among the rednecks. With a veteran like Merle leading the unit, they saw it as a golden opportunity to show off their skills. On the other hand, Vicky''s team, althoughcking in confidence, recognized the value of this exercise in testing their determination and learning valuable tactics.


    n emphasized the purpose of the mock battle, saying, "Remember, the point of this mock battle is to assess your understanding of all the skirmish training."


    To structure the exercise, n chose one team to attack and the other to defend. One would enter the forest first while the next one would enterter to search. This arrangement allowed one group to learn the art of ambush, while the other focused on preventing it.


    With an air of anticipation and a hint of nervousness, n set the stage for a day of intensive training and the acquisition of critical skills in small-scale warfare tactics.


    "Alright, let''s start,"


    Vicky''s team entered the forest, their steps filled with newfound confidence, while fifteen minutester, Merle''s team followed, their eyes keen and senses alert. It didn''t take long for Merle, the veteran to pick up on a faint trace of the other team. He moved swiftly, expertly circling around, andunched an ambush on Vicky''s team, catching them off guard.


    The first round of this intense mock battle unfolded, and itsted only half an hour before reaching its conclusion, with Merle''s team emerging as the victors. They disyed their remarkablebat skills and strategic thinking, securing a win in this initial skirmish.


    The training session pressed on, with both teams engaging in another round ofbat. As time marched forward, three more rounds ensued, with each team getting two opportunities to attack and defend, bringing the total to four rounds in just three hours. The forest echoed with the sounds of gunfire, shouts, and tactics being put to the test as the teams battled it out to refine their skills and adapt to the ever-changing challenges of the mock battlefield.


    Regrettably, for Vicky''s team, the oue was a resounding 4:0 in favor of Merle''s unit. The veterans'' experience and Merle''s exceptional skills made it incredibly challenging for Vicky''s team to mount an effective defense. Merle alone possessed the prowess to outmatch all 20 members of Vicky''s unit.


    Merle and his four rednecks also disyed remarkable teamwork. They functioned like a tight-knit family, splitting into five smaller units with three to four members each. This division allowed them to coordinate effectively and apply pressure strategically, which often overwhelmed Vicky''s team.


    During the mock battle, n yed the role of a vignt observer. He frequently switched between the two teams, closely monitoring their maneuvers and tactics. At times, he utilized his master-level sneak skill to covertly watch the battle unfold from a distance, gaining unique insights into their performance.


    As the lunch break approached, Merle''s victorious team celebrated their achievement with gusto, their spirits high. Meanwhile, Vicky''s team wore expressions of disappointment and frustration, having been defeated in every round. The mood among the losing team was one of despair.


    Vicky, clearly disheartened, approached n for guidance and shared her doubts: "I don''t think it''s possible. Can''t you see? Even without Merle, that team was already superior to us."


    She went on to highlight the challenges they faced during the training. Rose, despite her surprising skills, became Merle''s primary target, rendering her ineffective inbat. Milo and Daniel contributed effectively, and Kenny''s proactive approach proved valuable. However, Izzie, one of their team members, refused to participate inbat, citing her unwillingness to harm her friend.


    Recognizing that Vicky needed a strategy to level the ying field, n decided to offer his guidance. However, the oue remained uncertain, and the sess of Vicky''s team hinged on their ability to adapt and ovee the challenges they faced.


    With newfound determination, Vicky decided to give the strategy a shot once more. Unfortunately, the fifth round yielded the same disappointing results, the sixth and seventh rounds followed suit. It seemed like an unending streak of defeat for Vicky''s team, until finally, a glimmer of hope emerged in thest round.


    In a moment of desperation, Vicky turned to Izzie, hoping for a breakthrough: "Let''s not hurt our friend, but what about helping me just to hold them off, Izzie? Can you do that?"


    Izzie, replied with an excited glee "Of course, friend. Which one?"


    Vicky casually pointed toward the Crimson Gunner.


    The objective for Vicky''s team in the final round was defensive. They concealed themselves, waiting for the inevitable arrival of Merle''s group. Merle, with his keen perception, quickly detected Vicky and her team, prompting them to make a strategic retreat.


    "Retreat!!"


    Vickymanded as they dashed away from their hiding spot. The unexpected change in tactics took Merle''s team by surprise. Their previous victories had made them overconfident and reckless, as they now raced to score more points. Even Merle himself ventured openly among the trees in pursuit of Rose.


    It was precisely at this moment that Rose seized her opportunity. From a distance, her shots shattered the stems supporting Merle, causing him to plummet from the trees. As Merle fell, Izzie was already waiting below, wearing a confident smile as she greeted him,


    "You will y with Izzie now."


    As Merle groaned in pain from his fall and attempted to stand, a mysterious smoke-like figure materialized behind him. Swiftly and decisively, it grabbed Merle, pushing him forcefully against a tree, effectively restraining him. Merle was now incapacitated, and his team was left without their trusted leader.


    Unbeknownst to Merle''s team, Milo, Daniel, and Kenny had already been lying in wait. It was a brilliantly executed ambush that pitted long-range experts against adversaries skilled in closebat. The tables had turned in favor of Vicky''s team, and this final showdown concluded with their victory.


    This unexpected turn of events marked the first victory for Vicky''s team, and it was a testament to their ability to adapt and seize opportunities, even against a formidable opponent like Merle and his skilled team.


    "We won!! We won!!" The beautiful brte, Vicky, couldn''t contain her excitement. She leaped with joy and gave n an enthusiastic hug and a kiss. Blushing slightly, she apologized, "I am sorry, I am too excited," while wearing an infectious smile.


    With the mock battle over, n took the opportunity to provide his teams with a more detailed understanding of their strengths and weaknesses. He aimed to ensure that they learned from their experiences and left less room for errors in future engagements.


    "Alright, tomorrow we are having our first skirmishes, but for now, get dinner and rest," n announced, concluding the day''s intense training.


    Both groups had been highly active throughout the day, but as for n, his focus shifted to the loot he had acquired the day before. It was time to open these treasures and prepare himself for the uing crafting endeavors thaty ahead.


    x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 112 Crafting

    <h4>Chapter 112 Crafting</h4>


    After a long day of coaching his fellow survivors on skirmish battles, n returned to meet his crafting group, eager to put his newly acquired loot to good use. He had decided to entrust them with a batch of items he had scavenged the previous night, hopeful that their skills could turn these materials into valuable assets.


    This morning, n handed over 15 pieces ofmon clothing items to Marie and her tailor crafting team. They swiftly got to work, cutting and preparing these garments into small strips, a crucial step in the crafting process.


    Armed with the antiseptics and alcohols he had collected from the houses, n began crafting the same items he had mastered during the first round


    [Your (Science - Expert) allows you to sessfully create amon item]


    [Name: Medicated Bandage]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Recovers 55 HP within 2 minutes]


    [Effects: Suppresses Bleeding]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No] [Remarks: It''s smelly but effective]


    Thanks to his increased skill from Novice to Expert, n managed to produce a higher quality item, offering a modest improvement of 10 additional HPpared to his previous attempts. However, n was not one to settle for mediocrity. Driven by his pursuit of perfection, he continued to craft the same item repeatedly, hoping for a breakthrough.


    To his delight, after several attempts, a different product emerged from his crafting efforts ¨C a rare find.


    [Your (Science - Expert) allows you to sessfully create an umon item]


    [Name: Medical Bandage]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Recovers 80 HP within 2 minutes]


    [Effects: Suppresses Bleeding]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: High-grade healing item ]


    This high-grade healing item could recover a substantial 80 HP within 2 minutes, making it a significant upgrade from themon version.


    n''s triumphant exmation echoed through the room as he celebrated his newfound sess. Of the 15 marked clothing items he had provided, the crafters had transformed them into 110 cloth strips. Among these, 95 were crafted into themon Medicated Bandages, while the remaining 15 became the coveted Medical Bandages of umon rarity. n decided to keep the umon bandages for his personal use, recognizing their potential value. Themon ones were distributed among the group to bolster their medical supplies, ensuring everyone had ess to these crucial items.


    n''s next destination was Gus and his team of wood crafters, who had undertaken the task n had assigned them: crafting bows and arrows. These weapons could prove invaluable in the uing skirmish battles. The key challengey in creating a durable bowstring toplement the bows.


    To address this challenge, n diligently collected various types of string during his scavenging tasks. Some were sourced from shoes, others from bags, and a few were thick threads he hade across in the town. Armed with this assortment of materials, Gus and his team set to work.


    Upon n''s inquiry about their progress, Gus expressed his regret, "I''m sorry, n, but we''ve managed to create only six of these."


    [Name: Primitive Bow]


    [Type: Weapon (Bow)]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Firepower 10-28]


    [Effects: None]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: At least it is not a toy bow]


    n contemted the situation and concluded that having six Primitive Bows was still a valuable addition to their arsenal. He recognized that their group might not have six individuals experienced in archery, but the avability of these bows would nheless bolster their capabilities in skirmish battles.


    n''s final stop for the day was Shamus and his team of metal crafters. Today, n had an unconventional task in mind. He had gathered several disused items, includingptops, mobile phones, and small electronics. His objective was to dismantle these gadgets and salvage a specific light metal ¨C magnesium ¨C used within them.


    Magnesium possessed qualities that made it a valuable material for various applications. It was not only lightweight but also remarkably strong. However, what n''s needed the most was its highly mmable nature. The salvaging process yielded approximately 200 grams of magnesium, which was a modest quantity but enough to use it for now.


    Curious about n''s intentions, Shamus inquired,


    "What are you nning to do with them, n?"


    Acknowledging the mmable nature of magnesium and its limitations inparison to traditional explosives or grenades, Shamus couldn''t help but wonder about n''s motive.


    With a cryptic smile, n responded, "Just a little science project."


    As dinner time approached, everyone gathered for a hearty meal. n quickly finished his meal, driven by eagerness to embark on his experiments. He selected one of the farmhouse rooms to serve as his makeshiftboratory, where he would start with his little project.


    n began by taking out his trusty [Sawed-off Shotguns] and the stash of [12 gauge rounds] he had collected. He knew the shotgun had proven its worth thus far and would continue to be a vital asset in the future. With this in mind, he was determined to enhance its capabilities.


    First, he retrieved the [Repair kit], a valuable item that had the power to automatically repair any [Broken] status item up to an umon rarity. n wasted no time as he opened the red box, and a message promptly appeared in his [gamelink].


    [Choose an item to repair]


    Without hesitation, n designated his shotgun as the target for repair. In an instant, both the repair kit and the weapon began to emit a soft glow, signifying the repair process. A subsequent notification confirmed the sess of the repair.


    [Repair is sessful]


    [Name: Sawed-off Shotgun]


    [Type: Weapon (small firearm)]


    [Rarity: umon]


    [Attributes: Firepower 62-78 (10 meters), 52-66 (up to 30 meters)]


    [Magazine: 2 rounds (12 Gauge)]


    [Fire Rate: up to 1 round/second]


    [Equipment Rating: 22]


    [Remarks: Great to blow up heads like watermelon]


    The oue of the repair was a modest increase in the weapon''s damage potential. However, the most significant improvement was the removal of the [Broken] status, which had previously imposed a severe penalty on both damage and uracy. With the repairpleted, n''s shotgun could now unleash devastating attacks, capable of dealing up to 300 damage whenbined with his [small arm (expert)] proficiency, sneak attack, and lethality bonus.


    n couldn''t deny the raw power of his shotgun, capable of delivering a devastating 300 points of damage. However, his satisfaction was tempered by the realization that this level of damage might not suffice against some of the high-level adversaries he would inevitably face. The game was fraught with formidable foes, especially adversaries like the Elite SS, who possessed superior defensive capabilities that could absorb a substantial portion of his shotgun''s power. It was clear that he needed to find a way to further enhance the weapon''s destructive potential.


    With this determination in mind, n embarked on a mission to upgrade his ammunition, recognizing that it held the key to unlocking the shotgun''s true potential. His resourcefulness and strategic thinking had already secured him two boxes of [12 gauge shells] during the warehouse raid, a valuable cache that provided him with a total of 40 rounds to work with.


    Carefully, n began the meticulous process of dismantling each shotgun shell one by one. He gingerly extracted the tiny pellets and powder, the coreponents that made these rounds lethal. But n''s true innovationy in the incorporation of the 100 grams of magnesium he had salvaged. The lightweight, yet highly mmable metal was shaved into razor-thin slices, each sliver holding the potential for fiery destruction.


    With the final piece of magnesium in ce, n felt a sense of aplishment wash over him as another crafting notification appeared before him, validating his efforts:


    [Your (Science - Expert) allows you to sessfully create an umon item]


    [Name: 12 gauge shells - incendiary]


    [Type: Ammo]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effects: 10 Fire damage]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: See your target burned!]


    While the extra damage provided by these incendiary shotgun shells might seem rtively modest on its own, it was the synergistic effect they would have with n''s unique [Title: Pyromaniac] that truly transformed his shotgun into a new level of deadly. The prospect of unleashing this upgraded weapon on histe-night excursions filled him with a renewed sense of anticipation and determination.


    Armed with his enhanced shotgun and a cache of high-quality medical gauze, n was poised for his next venture into the town. This time with a more ambitious target in mind.

 Chapter 113 Hunt

    <h4>Chapter 113 Hunt</h4>


    With only five days left until the round''s conclusion, n had steeled himself for a riskier endeavor. Once more, he embarked on a nocturnal infiltration of the town, this time choosing a different route that led him deeper into the heart of the urban sprawl. His mission was clear: continue scavenging for valuable items that could turn the tide of the game.


    Along his covert journey, he spotted other yers who had dared to venture into the town''s outskirts. However, the moment these yers realized they were exposed and a shot was fired, they hastily retreated, unwilling to face the lurking dangers.


    n seized this opportunity to venture further into the town''s center, expanding his objectives beyond the untouched houses. His newfound purpose was to put his newly crafted weapon to the test, and for that, he needed the right targets. He began his hunt for solitary Nazi soldiers, but none of them worthy of his newly crafted ammunition.


    His true quarry was none other than the SS Elite soldiers, menacing figures who patrolled the innermost reaches of the town. n''s years of experience had taught him the importance of patience and careful calction. Whenever he spotted an SS Elite, he meticulously assessed not only the number of guards apanying the target but also the closest patrol routes and his escape strategy.


    Distinguishing between the various types of SS soldiers was crucial. These elite adversaries shared identical armor ratings and endurance, but their differences were apparent in the weapons they wielded. The melee-focused SS Elite soldiers brandished steel batons, showcasing their superior strength. On the other hand, those equipped with firearms, bearing medium torge weapons, possessed enhanced perceptions.


    Considering n''s current tactics, targeting the melee-oriented SS Elites presented the lesser risk. Their heightened perceptions of the firearm type made them more challenging to approach undetected. As he silently traversed the shadows of the town, his keen senses on high alert, n finally whispered to himself, "Found one!"


    In the darkness, a melee-type SS Elite maintained its patrol within abyrinthine area, surrounded by two and three-story buildings. n, driven by meticulous nning, employed his [Enhance Sense] to meticulously survey the vicinity, examining the buildings and alleyways in fine detail. His keen senses detected the presence of approximately a dozen trained guards, and he kept a watchful eye on their movements, knowing that a patrol passed through the area every 15 minutes.


    As the 7-minute mark approached, n seized the moment when the patrol was at its farthest point from his intended area of engagement. Like a shadow, he moved with lethal intent, dispatching one of the soldiers within his path with a single, swift stroke of his de. The trained guard fell to the ground, lifeless, his end as silent as the night itself.


    Utilizing his [Light Step], n proceeded with grace and speed, closing the distance between himself and the primary target. The world seemed to fade around him as he honed in on the SS Elite, his [sawed-off shotgun] poised for action.


    30 meters,


    20 meters,


    15 meters.


    As he drew nearer, n noticed a faint movement from the Elite¡ªa subtle shift that signaled the soldier''s growing awareness of an impending threat. It was a pivotal moment; one misstep could spell disaster, and n couldn''t afford to lose this opportunity.


    With lightning reflexes, n activated his active skill, [Eagle Eye], ensuring absolute precision. He squeezed the trigger from a distance of 13 meters, unleashing the full force of his shotgun upon the unsuspecting Elite''s head.


    BAMM!!!


    The shotgun st, delivered from a distance of 13 meters, possessed a formidable base damage of 58. n''s choice of a special round added an extra 10 points of damage to the shot. His expert proficiency in small firearms conferred a significant 50% bonus damage to the attack, and whenbined with his 50% sneak attack bonus, the damage calction tallied up to an impressive 153 points. However, n''s renowned title as a [Pyromancer] granted an additional 35% bonus to his base attack damage, potentially raising his total damage output to a staggering 206.


    Subtracting the Elite soldier''s defense, which effectively negated one-third of the damage dealt, n''s attack resulted in:


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 133 damage]


    [Critical hit inflicted from sneak attack, 68 damage]


    Although the total damage of 201 was insufficient to instantly dispatch an Elite SS with health ranging from 300 to 350 points, it did achieve the desired effect. The Elite soldier staggered for a precious moment, providing n with the crucial opportunity to draw closer and deliver a second point-nk shot from the shotgun''s barrel, aimed directly at the soldier''s face.


    "Goodbye!"


    BAMM!!!


    With a close-distance shot, the shotgun unleashed an even higher base damage, resulting in a formidable total of 154 damage. This lethal attack proved sufficient to finish the job in the most gruesome manner, as the Elite soldier''s head was obliterated, resembling nothing more than a shattered watermelon.


    The aftermath of this deadly confrontation was apanied by a series of notifications:


    [You have killed the elite soldier]


    [You gained 800 XP and 400 survival points]


    After a brief moment of relief, n savored the fruits of his well-executed n. However, his respite was short-lived as he suddenly heard ominous noises.


    "HALT!!"


    The urgentmand sliced through the night air, and Nazi soldiers swarmed toward his location. While n possessed the skills to dispatch this small group of foes, he couldn''t be certain of a sessful escape if reinforcements were to arrive.


    As the soldiers reached the scene, all they encountered were the grisly remains of the SS Elite, with n having skillfully melted back into the shadows.


    "Let''s find the next one," n''s resolve remained unwavering.


    His mission for the night was clear: to meticulously locate and hunt down any SS Elite soldiers he could find. Not only did they yield substantial XP, but these elite adversaries also boasted a 25% drop rate for umon items. However, what n truly coveted was a specific drop, and his smile grew wide when he discovered it after his third kill.


    [Experiment Note: Super Soldier gene]

 Chapter 114 Experiment Note

    <h4>Chapter 114 Experiment Note</h4>


    n''s heart raced with anticipation as he carefully opened and read the contents of the experiment note. Simultaneously, another stream of information flowed into his Gamelink.


    [The Nazis have been obsessed with finding the supreme gene to advance their race into total supremacy. After 50 years of experiments, they finally achieved the creation of the Serum that they named the Super Soldier Serum. With the world invasion near, this serum was then used upon the selected SS soldiers.]


    The significance of this revtion hung heavy in the air. n had just uncovered the first experiment note, marked as "Experiment Note #1." Furthermore, a hidden mission was activated.


    [Hidden mission activated]


    [Find the Experiment Note #2]


    This was the mission that had captured the imaginations of yers in his previous game, a challenge that required a deadlybination of skill, cunning, and sheer luck. To seed, one needed not only to eliminate SS Elite soldiers but also to uncover all three hidden notes before the round''s conclusion.


    Rumors had circted about a Chinese military unit that had managed to secure all three notes, but the ultimate oue of their quest remained a mystery. n, armed with a second opportunity, was determined to seize this chance and see the mission through to its end.


    With the weight of the mission now on his shoulders, n continued his hunt for Elite SS soldiers, driven by the knowledge that each encounter could bring him one step closer topleting the quest. However, as the night gave way to dawn on Day 10, he had managed to eliminate four more Elite SS soldiers but had yet to obtain any additional experiment notes.


    Nevertheless, his efforts had not been in vain. Along the way, he had acquired two umon items.


    [Name: Wusthof Knife]


    [Type: Dagger Weapon]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Damage 22-28]


    [Effects: Cooking +1]


    [Equipment Rating: 19]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Best Kitchen Knife]


    n''s heart swelled with a mixture of relief and gratitude as he uncovered a valuable item amidst the spoils of his nocturnal endeavors. It was a good knife, finely crafted, and undoubtedly a useful tool. However, as he examined the knife''s statistics, a hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes. The stats clearly indicated that it wasn''t the right fit for him. Nevertheless, he realized that this discovery would make an excellent gift for the hard-working Mexican, a gesture of appreciation for their shared efforts in the game.


    The other item n had obtained might not bolster hisbat abilities, but its significance couldn''t be overstated, especially for the current round''s challenges.


    [Name: Gas Mask]


    [Type: essories]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Defense +2]


    [Effects: Poison resistance 60%, Radiation resistance 40%]


    [Equipment Rating: 20]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Hard to breathe, but keep you stay breathing]


    Upon his return, he intended to take a well-deserved rest, his body showing signs of fatigue from the night''s exploits. However, his slumber was abruptly interrupted by the energetic voice of Daniel, who was brimming with urgency.


    "Mr. D, Mr. D!! Are you still asleep?"


    n blinked away the remnants of sleep, realizing that he only needed another hour to shake off the [Sleep Deprivation] penalty. But the news Daniel delivered jolted him awake, setting his adrenaline pumping.


    Merle the Crimson Gunner''s discovery of a nearby Nazi patrol set off a chain of swift and coordinated actions. n wasted no time as he stepped outside, immediately spotting Vicky and her group, ready and eager to deploy. However, n knew better than to rush into action blindly. He instructed Bill and Luiss to halt all activities, ensuring that everyone on the farm remained on high alert, prepared for any potential threat should the patrol veer their way.


    With the farm secured and his group primed for action, n turned his attention back to Vicky and her team. A sense of determination coursed through him as he issued a concisemand, "Alright, let''s go!"


    The group set out, following the trail left behind by Merle, a path that stretched a mile away from the farm. After a brisk ten-minute march at double speed, they finally caught up with Merle and his team. Merle, his adrenaline clearly pumping, shared his impatience. "A minute longer, and I would have charged in," he remarked.


    Their target was a Nazi patrolprising 80 soldiers, with one officer and two formidable SS Elites among them. Merle had meticulously selected the ambush location, ensuring it provided the perfect vantage point. All that remained was to execute their simple yet effective battle n: to hide in the dense underbrush and strike as one.


    With practiced precision, the two groups settled into their concealed positions, nerves taut and hearts racing. They exchanged meaningful nces,municating silently with one another. Then, as the agreed-upon signals were ryed, they unleashed a torrent of gunfire from their concealed positions, catching the unsuspecting patrol off guard.


    TRATATATATTA!


    Bullets whizzed through the air, punctuating the night with a deadly rhythm as the joint assault sent a barrage of fire raining down upon the unprepared Nazi patrol.


    The primary purpose of an ambush had been wlessly executed: an assault upon unprepared adversaries. As a relentless storm of bullets erupted from the firearms of all 40 individuals, it achieved its intended effect. One-third of the enemy patrol was swiftly mowed down, while the remaining half suffered grievous wounds.


    With unrivaled decisiveness, n and the group surged forward, firearms zing and melee weapons swinging. This marked the second crucial function of the ambush: closing the distance between them and the enemy. Most of the Nazi soldiers heavily relied on their firearms, and as soon as the yers engaged in closebat, they inflicted rapid and devastating harm upon their opponents.


    n and Merle spearheaded the charge, confronting the two SS Elite soldiers and keeping them fully upied. In less than five minutes, the once-fierce battle had concluded, leaving the Nazi patrol vanquished.


    The officer was thest one standing, his high HP giving him a fleeting advantage. However, his attempt to flee was short-lived, as he fell victim to a critical headshot from Rose''s sniper rifle.


    Their inaugural skirmish had culminated in an overwhelming victory, yielding not only valuable XP and survival points but also a stockpile of weapons and ammunition. Additionally, n''s Elite SS target had bestowed upon him a fortuitous item:


    [Experiment Note #2: The Professor]

 Chapter 115 Skirmishes

    <h4>Chapter 115 Skirmishes</h4>


    [Experiment Note #2: The Professor]


    [To ensure the constant observation of his experiment, the professor would send his assistant along with the invasion team to continue the experiment on-site, it''s a necessary act to prevent any side effects and improve the potency of the serum, all for the glory of the Aryan empire future]


    [Hidden mission activated]


    [Find the Experiment note #3]


    The discovery of the second note ignited a renewed sense of determination within n. The hidden quest had be a personal mission, one he couldn''t afford to let slip through his fingers. Yet, despite this newfound motivation, n remained true to hismitment to fulfilling the skirmish tasks he had promised to the group.


    On that particr day, they embarked on their mission to track down and engage two more Nazi patrols. The first was a smaller, more manageable group, while the second posed a significant challenge with its staggering 120 soldiers. The encounter with therger patrol proved to be a grueling test of theirbat prowess, and it left several of theirrades heavily wounded. It was a harsh reminder of the unforgiving nature of their circumstances. Fortunately, their preparation had included a generous supply of the newly acquired [Medicated gauze], which proved to be a lifesaver as they tended to their injuredpanions.


    These skirmishes served as invaluable training opportunities. The group''sbat skills continued to evolve, and their experiences in the field contributed to the umtion of both experience points and survival points. As their proficiency grew, so did their confidence, transforming them into a more formidable and cohesive fighting unit.


    Meanwhile, the crafting team back at the farm worked tirelessly to produce an array of essential items. Leather armor, swords, and shields were manufactured in abundance. there were also the new products that were made possible by n''s diligent salvage efforts, the medical gauze and bows. These items were strategically set aside for sale at the military camp, bolstering their reserve of survival points.


    As night nketed the town, n embarked on his hunt once more, his ambitions soaring higher than before. With relentless determination, he sessfully eliminated seven SS Elite soldiers. However, his eighth attempt proved a bit too reckless, leading to a failed assault that forced him into a harrowing battle against a dozen enemy soldiers. Despite the odds, n managed to escape the city, albeit an hour earlier than nned.


    The night''s endeavors had not been in vain, as they yielded additional experience points and survival points. Yet, despite the valuable rewards, the elusive third experiment note remained frustratingly out of reach.


    [3 days left to stop Nazi Invasion]


    [Updating current yers: 3880]


    Day 12 unfolded in a manner simr to the previous days, with the seasoned group setting out to confront three Nazi patrols. Their efforts were bolstered by the intelligence provided by the US military through their [Military radio], which pinpointed the locations of the Nazi patrols. The first engagement urred in the morning, targeting a regr patrol, while the second, more audacious ambush took ce at noon on the outskirts of town, where they confronted a group of Nazi soldiers.


    The third encounter proved to be a considerably greater challenge. A massive Nazi patrol of 200 soldiers, apanied by an armored car mounted with a formidable machine gun, presented a formidable foe. A single misstep could result in instant death, courtesy of the heavy machine gun''s relentless firepower.


    In a calcted move to increase their chances of sess, Merle''s team feigned defeat and fled into the forest, luring most of the Nazi soldiers away from the armored car. This left the armored vehicle guarded by around three dozen soldiers.


    Seizing this opportunity, n leveraged his mastery of stealth and activated his [Lightstep] ability. In a swift and calcted maneuver, he silently dispatched the soldiers manning the machine gun. Following his lead, Vicky''s team charged in, swiftly eliminating the remaining guards.


    The sound of the skirmish echoed through the area, drawing the attention of all the Nazi soldiers who hastily returned to secure their prized vehicle. However, to their astonishment, they were met by the sight of a stunning blonde girl. Vicky had already mbered atop the armored vehicle, enthusiastically channeling her excitement from one of her past movie roles.


    "Die you all Nazi Scum!!!"


    Simultaneously, Merle''s unit charged forth from behind with unwavering determination. Caught in a pincer movement between the two militia forces, the hundred-plus Nazi soldiers found themselves in a hopeless situation. They quickly sumbed to the relentless assault, one by one, as the militia forces systematically picked them off.


    The triumphant cries of the militia units rang through the air. "We did it!! Yes!!" they cheered, celebrating their hard-fought victory.


    On that momentous day, the group not only secured much-needed XP and points, but they also returned home with an unexpected prize¡ªtheir very own armored car, a formidable addition to their growing arsenal.


    "Nina Bonita? What a beauty," Luis eximed the moment his eyes fell upon the impressive vehicle. With the armored car now in their possession, the Mexican was eager to rejoin the fighting team once again.


    With their recent sesses fresh in their minds, the group''s confidence soared during their evening meal. Laughter and camaraderie filled the air as they shared stories of their triumphs on the battlefield. It was during this lively conversation that Vicky introduced the idea of creating a distinctive brand for their battle-hardened militia unit.


    "We need a name that''s more formidable than ''Militia 17,'' don''t you all agree?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with determination.


    Cheers of agreement resounded throughout the group, their voices echoing in the twilight. As they contemted potential names, the excitement in the air was palpable. Suggestions flowed freely, with options like "n''s Militia" or "The Teacher Militia" being considered. However, they collectively decided that a name with greater gravitas and intimidation factor was in order.


    One yer proposed a name derived from their group''s distinctive animal skin armor and their famous leader was recognized by his wolf capes.


    "Wolverines!"


    The name conjured images of a creature renowned for its ferocity and relentless spirit, capable of taking down prey many times its size. It was a name that symbolized their determination to ovee adversity and emerge victorious in the face of daunting challenges.


    "Wolverines!! We are the Wolverines!!" they chanted, their voices filled with pride and unity.


    ****


    Author Note


    Although some might find the name a bit cringe-worthy, it serves as a tribute to the ssic movie that inspired this second round arc: "Red Dawn" (1984) and its 2012 remake. This film was the first to make me contemte a world plunged into apocalypse by the ravages of war.

 Chapter 116 Master level

    <h4>Chapter 116 Master level</h4>


    On another moonlit night, n embarked on his relentless hunt, determined to make the most of the dwindling time left in the second round. However, after several hours of scouring the city, he only managed toe across two solitary Elite SS soldiers. The task of finding them had undeniably be more challenging, with most Elite SS members now part ofrger patrols.


    With just two days remaining until the second round''s conclusion, n knew he had to go all out. His objective was twofold: not only did he need to locate the elusive third note, but he also aimed to umte as much XP as possible. His determination was further fueled by the acquisition of histest umon item drop from an Elite SS soldier.


    [Third Reich Sword]


    [Type: Sword Weapon]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Damage 36-44]


    [Effects: Speed increase 15%]


    [Equipment Rating: 25]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: The Empire''s officer sword]


    Finally, in possession of a decent sword, n had made up his mind about how to spend his remaining D-rank reward. Before taking any action, he opened his Gamelink to review his current stats.


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 27: 58750/60000]


    [Health points: 280/280]


    [Spirit points: 70]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Strength: E]


    [Agility: C-]


    [Endurance: D]


    [Perception: E+]


    [Intelligence: C]


    [Spirit: E]


    [Survival Points: 26550]


    [You have one attribute point to distribute]


    [You have 1x D rank reward 1x E rank reward. 4 x F rank reward]


    With careful consideration, he navigated to his skill section, focusing on a particr skill.


    [Choose a skill to upgrade]


    [Sword weapon (Master)]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Prerequisites: Agility C-, Strength E+]


    [Cost: 3000 survival points and 1x Rank D reward]


    n understood that achieving mastery in amon skill demanded requirementsparable to those for reaching the expert level in an umon skill.


    In the case of light weapons like swords, the primary attribute was agility, and this happened to be n''s highest attribute. To meet the prerequisites, he only needed to enhance a single attribute.


    [Strength: E] +1 [E > E+]


    As the adjustment settled in, n felt a subtle change within himself. The attributes shimmered, signifying their sessful enhancement. With the requirements now met, he proceeded with the skill upgrade, dedicating the necessary survival points and the valuable Rank D reward.


    A soothing chime echoed through his mind, indicating thepletion of the upgrade process:


    [You have spent 3000 survival points and 1x Rank D reward]


    [You gained proficiency in [Sword weapon] - Expert to Master]


    [Bonus attack damage: 50% > 75%]


    [Bonus attack speed: 15%]


    The truth was, n had been wrestling with a decision for the past few days, contemting whether to use his D rank reward to elevate either his [Small Firearm] or [Sword Weapon] proficiency to the Master level. Both options offered an enticing 25% damage boost, but they diverged in their secondary bonuses.


    For the firearm, the allurey in an additional bonus: [20% uracy]. These extra damage and uracy perks would undoubtedly be valuable additions to his already potent shotguns. However, he had to consider the limitations of shotgun shell ammunition and the conspicuous noise they generated, restricting him to short hit-and-run tactics.


    On the other hand, the sword offered a more silent and potentially more enduring approach. Given the right fights, n could engage in lengthier battles without prematurely summoning enemy reinforcements. Furthermore, his experience from three years of the game had taught him that, in theter stages of the game, the functionality of swords would exceed the firepower of guns. Consequently, n had been reserving his D rank reward for a sword upgrade, untill finally found a decent enough sword to justify the investment.


    Now, armed with his newly upgraded skills, n sheathed his saber-like sword with a gold cross guard and stealthily advanced toward a group of small, trained soldier patrols. He positioned himself in the shadows, preparing for a sudden attack.


    With his newly upgraded sword skills, n''s attacks had gained a significant boost. The base damage of his sword stood at 52, and this was augmented by a bonus from his E+ strength attribute. On top of that, he enjoyed a 75% bonus damage from mastering the sword skill, a 50% bonus for executing a sneak attack, and a two-fold multiplier for a lethal attack bonus. All these factorsbined to deliver a devastating blow to his target.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 136 damage],


    [Critical hit inflicted from sneak attack, 68 damage, Target dies¡­]


    Notably, these calctions didn''t even factor in the added 30% attack speed from his weapon and skill bonuses.


    In practical terms, this meant that n could now one-shot any trained soldier or dispatch them with just two shes, even without any damage bonuses. His extreme agility and speed bonuses allowed him to eliminate two or three soldiers before one could react and draw their firearms.


    As n continued his relentless assaults on enemy patrols, his average kill count consistently ranged from three to five soldiers with each encounter. This steady stream of eliminations tranted into a reliable source of both XP and survival points. What was particrly advantageous about this new approach was that he no longer had to concern himself with ammunition reserves, freeing him from the logistical worries that often apanied firearm use.


    However, this extended and intensebat came with its own set of consequences. n was sustaining more injuries from the enemy soldiers in prolonged skirmishes. Fortunately, he had wisely stocked up on [Medicated gauze], which he used to tend to his wounds. Additionally, his mastery of the sneaking skill allowed him to swiftly retreat to the shadows when necessary, regaining the element of surprise and evading enemy reprisals.


    By the time the first rays of dawn began to break over the horizon, n had sessfully eliminated eight groups of soldiers. This feat resulted in a substantial boost to his resources, tallying up to [6400 XP] and [3200 Survival Points]. The XP gain was especially significant as it propelled him to the esteemed status of Level 28.


    However, despite his impressive aplishments, n couldn''t help but feel a tinge of disappointment. He could note across any umon items, let alone the elusive third note he so desperately sought.

 Chapter 117 Day 13

    <h4>Chapter 117 Day 13</h4>


    [2 days left to stop Nazi Invasion]


    [Updating current yers: 3845]


    As the thirteenth day dawned, there were less than 48 hours remaining before the round''s conclusion. That morning, the tranquility of the farm was disrupted by the arrival of three trucks, each bearing the emblem of the US military¡ªa wee sight for the weary survivors.


    Sergeant Dn, the designated liaison between the military and the survivors, stepped out of one of the trucks. The purpose of his visit was to collect the freshly harvested potatoes, which would serve as thest batch of food before the impending final showdown of the round.


    Bill, apanied by the two Russian farmers stepped forward, beaming with pride. "There are 11,200 portions of potatoes in total," he announced, revealing the impressive yield they had managed to gather throughout the night.


    To n''s pleasant surprise, with the assistance of the two Igor and Andrei, the group had exceeded his expectations by producing 10% more than the originally agreed-upon amount. In exchange for the 10,000 portions of potatoes, they were due to receive 50,000 survival points, which would provide a substantial boost to their resources. The surplus portions of potatoes, along with the remaining inventory of armor, weapons, and medical gauze, were retained for the militia''s use.


    Sergeant Dn couldn''t help but express his admiration for the group''s aplishments. "The things that you could do with only 60 yers are astounding, n," he remarked, clearly impressed by their resilience and resourcefulness.


    Dn had also heard of the militia''s recent sess in conducting multiple skirmish raids, and he expressed his hope that they would all gather for the final battle n to retake the town. n assured him, "We will be there," confirming theirmitment to the uing operation.


    After the military convoy had departed, n found himself standing in the farm''s yard with all 60 yers gathered, their bags packed, and extra supplies neatly stowed in the armored vehicles. It was time for them to leave the safety of the farm behind, as both the fighting and support teams readied themselves for the grueling 48 hours thaty ahead.


    n, determined to boost their spirits, rallied the group with a resounding deration. "Let''s end this round with a st!"


    Without missing a beat, Vicky chimed in enthusiastically, shouting, "Wolverines!" Her spirited cry was echoed by every member of the group.


    "WOLVERINES! WOLVERINES!!"


    The procession began, with all 60 yers marching alongside the armored cars. Their destination: the outskirts of Calumet town, where they hoped to engage more Nazi patrols.


    With an additional 20 yers in the mix, n strategically divided them into two support teams, each assigned to one of the main fighting units. Their roles were clear: provide crucial support, whether in the form of medical aid, scouting, or preparing defensive positions such as trenches or barricades when required. Engagement inbat was to be avoided unless it was deemed entirely safe.


    n recognized that not all of these 20 yers possessed thebat mentality or experience needed for the front lines. Forcing them into battle would likely diminish the overall fighting effectiveness of the group. However, these eager neers were prepared for their first taste of battle, emboldened by the confidence and camaraderie of the seasoned 40 who had already proven their mettle. They stood ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.


    n initiated their mission by selecting a rtively straightforward patrol, oneprising fewer than 100 Nazi soldiers. This choice served as a warm-up exercise, allowing the team to ease into theirbat rhythm and shake off any lingering nerves. As they smoothly dispatched this initial group, their skills sharpened, and their cohesion as a fighting unit solidified.


    Following this sessful warm-up, n led the team into a medium-scale patrol engagement. This decision aimed to boost their confidence further, challenging them to handle arger and more formidable group of enemy forces.


    As the afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the determined faces of the team, n believed the moment hade. He had been eyeing a particr target during his constant night activities, and now it was time to discuss it with the group.


    The objective was a Nazi outpost, a formidable fire station building nestled three blocks deep into the heart of the town. It housed over 300 Nazi soldiers, a formidable force in its own right, but what was even more daunting was the presence of at least 5 SS elites apanying them. As n exined the intricacies of the target and the perilous situation surrounding it, a hushed silence fell over the group. Even Merle, the battle-hardened veteran, couldn''t hide his reservations.


    "I appreciate your confidence, n," Merle began, his voice tinged with caution, "but I have to say that this objective might be too much for the Wolverines." The unease was palpable among the team, but n''s determined gaze suggested he had a n in mind.


    The Crimson Gunner harbored deep reservations about the mission. To him, the number of soldiers inside the outpost, totaling 300, was only the tip of the iceberg. The thought of the inevitable Nazi reinforcements will be the real problem, and he couldn''t even fathom how they could reach the outpost''s location three blocks deep into enemy territory without confronting a seemingly insurmountable horde of enemy forces.


    In Merle''s eyes, even the formidable ck Sand Group or the elite US Special Forces would struggle with such a daunting task. The Blood Patriots, with their sheer numbers, might have be able to do it, albeit with heavy casualties. He believed It was precisely because of these challenges that the outpost remained unattacked until now.


    However, n didn''t propose this target lightly. He began to systematically address each concern raised by Merle and the others, instilling a sense of positivity and determination in the group. He fixed his gaze on the Crimson Gunner and posed the critical question,


    "So, Merle, what do you think? Can we do it?"


    Merle''s response, a chuckle of excitement and resolve, reverberated through the ranks. "Huh! We should have done this kind of mission more often!" he eximed, igniting the spirits of all 60 yers of the Wolverines as they readied themselves for their final raid before the impending battle.

 Chapter 118 5 Minutes!

    <h4>Chapter 118 5 Minutes!</h4>


    An armored car tore through the road at breakneck speed, hurtling towards Calumet town. Inside the vehicle, there were five individuals: Luis, firmly in control of the wheel; Kenny, seated beside him; Bill and Izzie in the rear seats; and a determined woman manning the mounted weapon. Her blonde hair danced in the wind as she clung to the formidable firearm.


    [FN Mag]


    [Type: Big Firearm]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage 38-45]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 20]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Vehicle-mounted machine gun]


    Vicky, ready to take on the approaching Nazi blockade in town, seized the moment to upgrade her skill through her game link. She navigated to her skill upgrade options and chose the skill most pertinent to her current.


    [Choose a skill to upgrade]


    [Big Weapon (Expert)]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Prerequisites: Perception D, Strength E]


    [You have spent 500 survival points and 1x Rank E reward]


    [You gained proficiency in [Big firearm] - Novice to Expert]


    [Bonus attack damage: 25% > 50%]


    With her unique [Gifted] skill, the upgrade cost was remarkably low, and she paid it without hesitation. If only there were no attribute limitations, she would have upgraded it to the master level. For now, she must settle for an expert level, which grants her one bonus active skill.


    [Firm grip]


    [uracy increase 20%]


    With this new skill in her arsenal, Vicky gained enhanced uracy and reduced recoil when firing big firearms, further increasing her effectiveness. As the armored car sped towards the blockade, she readied herself, arm locked onto the machine gun, and with determination in her eyes, she unleashed a storm of firepower while invoking an iconic movie line:


    "Alright, Luis! Lock and Roll!"


    With the bullets rained down on the Nazi barricades, providing cover fire, Luis expertly maneuvered the armored car, deftly weaving through the enemy lines. His adrenaline was pumping as he shouted, "Viva La Vida!"


    Sitting beside him, Kenny anxiously monitored the map and barked out directions, "Take the right! Don''t miss the entry! Here, now!"


    They raced for two blocks until they reached another Nazi outpost blocking their path. Kenny urgently dered, "We''re here! We must hold on for 5 minutes!"


    "Alright! Enemy at 12 o''clock!" Vicky swiftly rotated the mounted machine gun, unleashing a hail of bullets that struck the iing soldiers, forcing them to seek cover.


    "Why are you hiding? Come out! Let me shoot you!" Vicky taunted. She had invested rank rewards and survival points into her skill upgrade, and she was determined to make the most of it. However, her enthusiasm waned as, within seconds, the area was swarming with Nazi soldiers.


    "Enemy sightings on our six, five on our ten!" Kenny shouted, his voice tense.


    [Shooting: Inflicts 62 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 58 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 63 damage]


    Despite hitting half a dozen soldiers and sending some fleeing, Vicky realized that, unlike in real life where a single shot could be deadly, it took at least three shots to eliminate an enemy. It was only a matter of time before Vicky herself became a target.


    [Shooting: Received 32 damage]


    [Shooting: Received 34 damage]


    "Arrghh!!"


    When Vicky sustained an injury, Bill, who had been reluctantly pulled into the action, sprang into action. He grabbed one of n''s best medical products, a [Medical Bandage], and swiftly applied it to the wounded actress.


    [Healing: 80 HP Recovered in 2 minutes]


    Despite the pain from her wound, Vicky courageously ignored it and continued firing her machine gun, determined to make a difference in the battle.


    [Shooting: Inflicts 60 damage]


    [Shooting: Lethal attack Inflicts 90 damage... Target died]


    "Finally I got one!!''


    Vicky eximed with excitement as she scored a kill. Bill shook his head in mild confusion at her enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Izzie watched the entire chaotic scene unfold through the bulletproof window, her excitement palpable.


    "We are sitting duck Luis, move to that side!!"? Kenny urgently directed, seeking a better position for the armored car.


    However, even as they shifted position, more Nazi soldiers poured into the street, providing Vicky with additional targets to shoot but also exposing her to a relentless barrage of return fire.


    [Shooting: Received 33 damage]


    [Shooting: Received 34 damage]


    [Hp: 42/220]


    [You reach critical status]


    "Get Down Vicky!!"


    As Vicky''s situation became increasingly perilous, Bill found himself forced to take her ce at the mounted gun. However, the former CEO was trembling with fear, unable to muster the courage to expose himself to the relentless enemy fire.


    His voice quivered with terror as he pleaded, "No!! It''s suicide!! No!! Please don''t force me to do it!!" The weight of the situation bore down on him, and the fear of facing the enemy fire head-on was palpable.


    With Bill''s hesitation and the absence of suppressive fire from their end, the encroaching Nazi soldiers closed in at an rming pace. They were in dire straits, caught in a perilous situation. In a decisive move, Kenny took charge. The urgency of the moment propelled him to dash to the rear of the armored car, where he seized the mounted machine gun. With sheer determination, he aimed and opened fire, unloading rounds in the direction of the approaching enemy.


    "We need to hold for another minute!"? Kenny shouted, his voice strained amidst the chaotic symphony of gunfire and explosions.


    Amidst this pandemonium, Luis desperately attempted to relocate the vehicles to a more advantageous position. However, his efforts were abruptly halted when he encountered an Elite SS soldier blocking their path, RPGuncher in hand.


    "NOOO!!!!" Luis cried out in dread as the rocket streaked towards them.


    KABOOOMMM!!!,


    A thunderous explosion was triggered, but miraculously, none of them suffered harm from the st. As the smoke cleared, it became evident that Izzie''s ethereal smoke creature had acted as a protective shield, sacrificing itself to shield them from the deadly explosion


    "Izzie!! Your friend was amazing!" Vicky eximed, her voice filled with awe and gratitude.


    With the crucial five-minute mark having passed, a collective and urgent cry echoed among the Wolverines. "Luis!! Move OUT!!!!"

 Chapter 119 Fire Raid

    <h4>Chapter 119 Fire Raid</h4>


    While the intense battle raged on one side of the block, n and his team executed their well-devised n with precision and determination. To reach their target, they initially used a sewer line that led from outside the town, a covert passage that provided them with a critical advantage. However, this sewer line only took them halfway to their objective. Consequently, a temporary diversion became necessary.


    In a meticulously timed maneuver, as soon as Luis drove the armored vehicle into the Nazi barricades, n and the rest of the militia sprang into action. They emerged from the sewer, embarking on a rapid five-minute, 200-meter sprint towards their designated target.


    Upon arriving at the site, a surprise awaited them all:


    [Hidden Quest Activated] [You received E level quest: Clear out Nazi outpost]


    "Let''s not waste time!" n dered, taking charge of the situation. With a well-coordinated tactical approach, he led the 60-strong militia into thepound, swiftly engaging the approximately hundred Nazi soldiers stationed within the fire station before the hundred more in the vicinity came to help.


    Their assault was a carefully choreographed preemptive strike, executed through three different entry points that had been rehearsed thoroughly.


    Amid the cacophony of gunfire and shouts, n''s team disyed remarkable coordination and discipline. Each member knew their role well, and they moved with fluidity and precision, making quick work of the enemy forces.


    Rose, jumping high using his [monkey boots] positioned expertly on a nearby rooftop, provided invaluable cover, her sniper rifle picking off Nazi soldiers attempting to reinforce theirrades. With each precise shot, she eliminated threats from above, ensuring the team''s safety.


    Meanwhile, Merle''s group secured the front entrance with abination of suppressive fire and expert marksmanship. Their actions disrupted any attempts by the Nazis to regroup or counterattack, allowing n''s team to breach the building more easily.


    Inside the fire station, the close-quartersbat was fierce and unrelenting. n, Daniel, and Milo moved as a cohesive unit, covering each other''s nks as they methodically cleared room after room. The Nazis, caught off guard by the Wolverines'' swift and coordinated assault, struggled to mount an effective defense.


    "Room clear!" Daniel called out as they moved through the ground floor, marking their progress.


    n''s leadership andbat skills were on full disy as he directed the team, taking down Nazis with well-ced shots and precise strikes with his newly upgraded sword. The chaos of battle was punctuated by the distinctive sounds of gunfire and meleebat, and the Wolverines fought with determination and a shared sense of purpose.


    "More on the second floor!!''


    "Move, move!!"


    The relentless momentum of the preemptive strike was the Wolverines'' greatest advantage. They pressed forward, leaving no opportunity for the enemy to establish a stable defensive position. n led the charge, moving with a ferocity that caught the Nazis off guard. Hisbat skills were on full disy as he fired off rounds from his Luger pistol, shed with his newly acquired sword, and tossed grenades into rooms, swiftly neutralizing any threats within.


    The main challenge for n came when he encountered the Elite SS soldiers in the building''s central room on the second floor. Their presence was ominous, and they were apanied by a bellowing officer who urged them to eliminate the intruders.


    "Kill them all!" the officer shouted, his rage palpable.


    Dealing with one Elite SS soldier was already a daunting task, but facing three simultaneously was a formidable challenge. n knew he needed help to ovee this obstacle.


    Thankfully, Milo, the skilled boxer, was at his side. Without hesitation, Milo lunged at one of the charging Elite SS soldiers, tackling him and sending them both crashing into the wall.


    The walls reverberated with the sounds of their collision, and debris scattered as they grappled and exchanged bone-crushing blows. Milo''s punchesnded with precision and force, exploiting his opponent''s vulnerabilities. His [Warrior Spirit] enhanced his striking power, allowing him tond blows that would have incapacitated a lesser adversary.


    Though formidable, the Elite SS struggled to match Milo''s sheer tenacity. His armor protected him from some of the damage, but the relentless onught of Milo''s fists began to wear him down. Each strike from Milo took a toll, and the Elite SS soldier found himself on the defensive, unable to mount a sustained counterattack.


    The room became a battleground where the two powerfulbatants shed, and n took advantage of the moment to engage the remaining Elite SS soldiers.


    His lightning-fast assault continued as he swiftly dispatched the first SS soldier by propelling him out of the office window into the adjoining room. This tactical move brought him precious moments to engage the second SS soldier.


    The second SS operative was a specialist in firearms, and he wasted no time in unloading his semi-automatic shotgun on n.


    BAAMMM!!!


    [Shooting: Received 48 damage]


    The shotgun st inflicted significant damage, momentarily forcing n to retreat due to the powerful recoil. But n''s determination was unwavering, and he knew he had to close the gap.


    Gritting his teeth, n activated his [Leaping Strike] sword skill to close the distance. With remarkable agility and the 30% speed boost of his sword, hended a decisive blow on the Elite SS soldier, disregarding the pain from the gunshot wound.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 96 damage],


    [Shooting: Received 48 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 58 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 62 damage],


    It took three powerful strikes to force the SS elite to drop his shotgun, and n seized the opportunity to finish him off with his own shotgun.


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 133 damage]


    [You have killed the elite soldier]


    The Elite SS soldier fell, defeated, and n reaped the rewards of his victory ¨C 800 XP and 400 survival points. Although he didn''t find any of the coveted notes or abat shotgun, the box of [12 gauge shells] he obtained was a wee addition to his inventory.


    Turning his attention to the next room, n spotted Daniel locked in a fierce struggle with the second Elite SS soldier. Assessing the situation, he decided to trust in Daniel''s abilities and moved on to clear out the Nazi officer and the reinforcements that had just entered the room. As thest enemy soldier fell, n couldn''t help but feel a sense of pride in witnessing Daniel''s triumphant battle.


    "I did it, Mr. D, I did it!" Daniel eximed, his voice filled with exhration and aplishment.


    [You have sessfully cleared out the outpost]


    [You havepleted E level quest]


    [You received E rank reward x1]


    [You received 1000 survival points, 1000 XP]


    Clearing out the entire fire station took the Wolverines nearly 10 minutes, just a couple of minutes longer than n would have liked. Merle''s impatient voice echoed from outside, urging them to finish up quickly.


    "Are you done yet? There are too many of them; we need to get out quickly!" Merle''s words wereced with urgency, emphasizing the gravity of their situation.


    n nced out of a nearby window and was met with a chilling sight. Hundreds of Nazi soldiers were converging on their location, their swastika-adorned uniforms a stark reminder of the danger closing in on them. It was as expected; escaping the station would be no easy feat.


    However, n had meticulously nned for this very scenario. His confidence in the mission stemmed from the treasure trove hidden within the fire station''s garage ¨C a fully functional fire truck and four sturdy vans. These vehicles would be more than sufficient to transport the entire Wolverines team to safety.


    Making his way to the garage, n found the support team members already making sure all vehicles were fully operational.


    "All trucks and vans have been filled up! We are ready to go!" one of the support team members reported a glimmer of determination in their eyes.


    "Alright, prepare to leave!" n ordered.


    But the fire truck wasn''t the only reason he chose this fire station as the target. n headed towards the locker room, where he observed his teammates had diligently gathered the essential items he hade for:


    [Gas mask] x 8


    [Fire jacket] x 8


    These items weren''t just a coincidence; they were the driving force behind his selection of this particr objective. These protective gear pieces would undoubtedly prove to be invaluable assets in the uing battle, fortifying their chances of sess.


    "Let''s go!" n dered with conviction.


    The heavy fire truck roared to life and surged out of the station, holding for few seconds to let Merle and his team jump on board and then it continue its formidable presence smashing through any Nazi soldiers or barricades that dared to stand in their way.


    The rest of the convoy followed closely, creating a path of chaos and destruction as they quickly covered three blocks and made a triumphant exit from the besieged town. Their exit from the town marked the end of a daring raid that would soon be a legend among the other yers.


    x x x x x

 Chapter 120 Final Briefing

    <h4>Chapter 120 Final Briefing</h4>


    As the sun dipped below the horizon, a convergence of hundreds of yers unfolded at the US military camp, a staging ground for the imminent final assault on Calumet town.


    The arrival of a particr group drew the attention and whispers of all the yers in the camp. They couldn''t help but be intrigued, especially when they witnessed a convoy of vehicles, including a fire truck, rolling in.


    "What the hell? Who are they?"


    "That''s Militia 17!"


    "17? That''s the Wolverines, isn''t it?"


    The reputation of Militia 17 had been steadily rising in recent days. Once viewed as a ragtag bunch of anti-government activists who had learned the ropes of farming and hunting under the tutge of a school teacher, they had transformed into a resourceful and formidable group. Their ventures into crafting items and sessful raids had garnered them a newfound respect among the yermunity.


    Now, their arrival at the military camp,plete with a convoy of vehicles that included a fire truck, served as yet another testament to their prowess. The Wolverines had made a tangible impact with their recent raid on the city of Calumet.


    The group, after parking their vehicles on the outskirts of the town, received n''s orders to rest and prepare for the impending battle. They understood the importance of conserving their energy for the challenges thaty ahead.


    n, Merle, and Vicky found themselves summoned once more to participate in military briefings within the main tent. The gravity of their mission hung heavily in the air as they prepared to receive their orders and contribute to the effort to reim Calumet town.


    Hundreds of yers, team leaders, and veterans converged within the main tent, their collective attention focused on Captain Carter as shemenced the crucial briefing outlining their primary objective: the takeover of Calumet town.


    Captain Carter began by disseminating recent intelligence to the assembled forces. She exined how the four days of relentless skirmishes had seeded in significantly reducing the enemy''s numbers, bringing them down to an estimated 13 to 14 thousand soldiers. While still challenging, these odds were no longer as daunting as they had once been. On the other hand, she believed the 3800 surviving yers had rued enough points and experience to meet the challenge head-on.


    As the briefing continued, Captain Carter outlined the various military patrols, barricades, outposts, and the Nazi main base on the map.


    Eager for additional opportunities to earn experience points, one of the militia leaders raised a question. "What about the WMD?" he inquired, anticipation evident in his voice.


    Captain Carter provided a resolute response. "We don''t have confirmation of the exact location of the weapon of mass destruction, but our intelligence suggests that these objectives will reveal themselves as we advance toward the enemy base. To ensure that we have ample time to address them, we will initiate our march ahead of schedule."


    Unbeknownst to the others, n had contributed valuable information about the Weapons of Mass Destruction through his interaction with Captain Weeber. Although he suspected that the WMDs'' locations might change, he had emphasized the grave danger they posed. Consequently, he had sessfully persuaded the military to expedite their final push with an earlier deadline in mind.


    With the main objectives and marching orders clear, Captain Carter addressed the pressing matter of unit cements. The takeover of Calumet town demanded a meticulously coordinated effort from all sides. Fourpanies, each with its own area of operation, would advance toward the town. Eachpany received a specific set of targets, including barricades, patrols, and outposts along their routes. Additionally, they were briefed on potential threats, such as enemy machine gun sentries, artillery cements, and tanks.


    The special groups, such as the ck Sand mercenaries and the US Special Forces, were assigned more challenging objectives. To ensure a smoother operation than thest mission, the captain had agreed on specific objectives for the Blood Patriot group as well.


    "We will begin early, at dawn, zero four hundred hours," Captain Carter concluded,ying out the timeline for the operation


    Following the briefing, a figure approached n. It was Lieutenant Marsh, themander of thepany overseeing his militia. The lieutenant''s demeanor had significantly improvedpared to their previous interactions, and he inquired, "I heard you sessfully raided the town''s fire station. Is this true?"


    n nodded affirmatively. "Yes, Lieutenant, it''s true."


    "How many men did you lose?" the lieutenant asked, concern etched across his face.


    "None, Sir," n replied, his tone unwavering.


    The lieutenant was somewhat taken aback by n''s response and pressed for more details. The ount of their sessful raid on the fire station was almost unbelievable, but the Wolverine''s recent reputation and the conspicuous presence of the big red truck parked outside the town lent some credibility to the story.


    This conversation led to the lieutenant''s primary question: "Will you be fighting alongside thepany, or do you n to conduct your own raid tomorrow?"


    Considering the Wolverine''s current strength and reputation, it made sense for the group to pursue their own objectives rather than simply marching with the army. As a militia group, they had fewer responsibilities to stay in formation with therger military force. The lieutenant wanted to ensure he could rely on n and his team for the uing battle.


    "So, which is it? Will you fight with me, or will you go your own way?" the lieutenant asked.


    n responded calmly, "Lieutenant, I don''t see why I can''t do both."


    In truth, even before the lieutenant approached him, n had been considering proposing his n to the man. The sess of their raid on the fire station had earned him more credibility than he had anticipated, and the lieutenant was open to hearing his strategy for the entirepany.


    As dawn broke, all the yers were prepared for their final assault to capture Calumet town.


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 Chapter 121 Final Battle

    <h4>Chapter 121 Final Battle</h4>


    [04:00]


    Darkness still shrouded the battlefield as all the yers prepared to advance from their assigned positions. Despite the reduced numbers of Nazi troops, it remained crucial to initiate the march in unison. This strategy ensured that the enemy''s resistance would be evenly spread across the town''s outskirts.


    However, amid the disciplined ranks of the US army, a few opportunistic yers couldn''t resist the urge to charge ahead prematurely. Their goal was to gain an advantage by umting more kills, subsequently earning extra XP and points. Nevertheless, the US military, serving as the backbone of the operation, adhered strictly to the predetermined schedule and battle n.


    The Deltapany, consisting of 200 soldiers, apanied by five militia groupsprising over 500 members, was tasked with breaching three heavily guarded Nazi barricades. Each of these barriers was fortified with approximately 200 enemy soldiers. Lieutenant Marsh assumedmand of his troops, leading them toward the most heavily defended central barricade. Meanwhile, the militia groups were directed to assault the two nking barricades.


    "Attack!" Lieutenant Marsh''smand rang out, marking themencement of the operation.


    With a firm grasp of the area''syout, the group of 500 moved with confidence, swiftly sweeping through the buildings to secure cover whileunching an assault on the Nazi barricades. The sound of gunfire and explosions erupted, marking the arrival of dawn in Calumet City.


    In this chaos, n led his militia and embarked on a daring expedition with their convoy of five vehicles. The armored vehicle took point, its mounted gun zing a path, while the four vans followed closely, and the massive fire truck brought up the rear.


    Their calcted move led them to circle around the western side of the town, strategically unsettling hundreds of Nazi soldiers who had intended to reinforce the front barricades. n''s diversion was a crucial element of the broader assault, intended to disrupt the enemy''s attempts to reinforce their defenses at the town''s center.


    [04:15]


    n made the tactical decision to halt their vehicles, arranging them in a circr formation that effectively created a makeshift barricade. This strategic positioning took advantage of two main junctions leading to a bridge that further prated the town. It provided them with a strong vantage point for both offense and defense.


    With unwavering determination, n issued his orders to the Wolverines who surrounded the vehicles, their numbers now significantly outnumbered by the encroaching Nazi forces. "Alright, aim your shots! Take your time to hit your targets, and conserve your ammunition!" hemanded.


    Under the protective cover of their vehicles and with a well-supplied stash of medical gauze, the 60 Wolverines fought tenaciously. Their coordinated efforts allowed them to hold their ground for a while, inflicting considerable casualties on the enemy forces.


    However, n remained vignt, scanning their surroundings for any signs of enemy snipers or RPG soldiers who might attempt to breach their makeshift barricades. Fortunately, he had both Rose and Merle assigned to the task of counter-sniping and RPG defense. Meanwhile, Vicky gleefully manned the mounted gun, using it to devastating effect against the iing wave of Nazi soldiers.


    "Die! Die! You Nazi scum!" she shouted with fierce determination, her mounted weapon serving as a thunderous chorus to their ongoing battle.


    The Wolverines'' strategic n was to maintain their position until the main Delta army and the various militia groups had sessfully cleared the outer part of the town. Only then would they converge on the inner city together.


    [04:38]


    Just as they anticipated the arrival of the Deltapany and their fellow militia members, they were met with an unexpected sight¡ªthe Nazi''s primary reinforcement. These troops approached from various directions: some from the north, some from the south, and a significant force from the other side of the river, attempting to cross a steel bridge that led toward n''s position.


    "Hold them, keep firing!" n bellowed, determined to hold their ground against the fresh onught of Nazi soldiers.


    However, amidst the chaos and intensity of battle, Vicky''s voice cut through the fray, filled with frustration.


    "n! Ammo''s out! Do we have any more .50 cal rounds?"


    Receiving a negative response, Vicky''s frustration was palpable as she faced a seemingly endless tide of Nazi soldiers on the bridge. They were steadily gathering and attempting to climb over the fire truck, posing a serious threat.


    But n had a cunning n up his sleeve. Climbing atop the heavy fire truck, he secured a water hose to his arm and summoned Kenny to turn it on. Instantly, a torrent of liquid burst forth, dousing the horde of Nazis on the bridge. However, it wasn''t water¡ªIt was petrol that n had prepared before the battle.


    With a chilling grin, n watched as horror swept over the faces of the trapped Nazi soldiers. With a flick of his lighter, he ignited the bridge, setting the soldiers aze in a fiery inferno. The horrific spectacle unfolded before him, a grim testament to the brutal reality of the battlefield.


    [Burning: Inflicts 13 damage per second]


    [Burning: Inflicts 14 damage per second]


    [Burning: Inflicts 13 damage per second.. Target died]


    The [Pyromaniac title] had be one of n''s go-to tactics, and its effectiveness was evident in the fiery chaos that unfolded before him. mes danced as the sea of Nazis found themselves engulfed by the unexpected inferno.


    However, the fiery onughtsted for only a brief minute before the tables turned dramatically. The fire that had been their weapon of choice quickly backfired, spreading to the fire truck itself.


    "Get back! Get back!" n shouted urgently, realizing the impending danger as the fire truck was engulfed in a massive explosion. The st created a chaotic path through the bridge, and as the smoke gradually cleared, an enemy armored vehicle rolled onto the scene, apanied by a menacing tank.


    "Take cover! Take cover!" n swiftlymanded, his voice a mix of urgency and determination, as the tank''s cannon began to unleash destructive firepower upon their makeshift barricades. Hundreds of Nazi soldiers surged across the bridge, closing in on their position, while n''s team sought refuge within the nearby buildings.


    With the situation rapidly evolving and the enemy''s overwhelming firepower bearing down on them, n knew that quick decisions were paramount.


    [04:50]


    "n, what''s your order?!"

 Chapter 122 Final Battle 2

    <h4>Chapter 122 Final Battle 2</h4>


    ?


    Amidst the chaos of the battle, their barricadesy in ruins, the Nazi forces swelled in number, and the formidable tank entered the fray, rapidly altering the course of the fight.


    n, disying remarkable agility as he darted across the war-torn street, fired rounds to provide suppressing fire. Amidst the relentless cacophony ofbat, his keen eyes spotted Milo carrying an unconscious yer, a victim of the tank''s devastating cannon st.


    On the opposing side of the battlefield, Vicky valiantly attempted to rally her units for a counteroffensive. However, she soon found herself caught in a withering hail of enemy gunfire, resulting in an increasing number of casualties among her troops.


    "Take cover! Hold your positions!" n bellowed, urging his men to retreat. He understood all too well that fighting openly against the tank would be a death sentence. A direct shot from the tank''s cannon would spell instant demise for any yer, even the most seasoned veterans.


    n mulled over a couple of strategies to disable the tank, including the creation of a pitfall trap or the acquisition of explosives or high-powered weapons capable of prating the tank''s formidable steel armor. Regrettably, none of these options were at his disposal. Fortunately, Merle held the solution.


    As the tank sessfully traversed the bridge, n signaled Merle with an urgent nod. The crimson gunner, exuding confidence, reached for his special crimson M16, which boasted a new add-on upgrade:


    [M203 grenadeuncher]


    [Type: weapon add-on]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Firepower 80-110]


    [Magazine: 40mm]


    With six potent 40mm grenades at his disposal and his impressive skillset, Merle unleashed a rapid barrage of explosive rounds directed at the tank''s back wheels, resulting in thunderous detonations.


    KABOOMM!! KABOOMM!!


    Although the 40mm explosions could not prate the tank''s main body, they inflicted significant casualties among the soldiers clustered around the vehicle. Moreover, the explosions seeded in breaking the tank''s rail and igniting the power unit located at the rear, leaving it immobilized.


    "Great shot, Merle!" n eximed, offering hismendation to the veteran gunner for his precise and effective assault.


    Following the triumphant assault on the first tank, n swiftly coordinated his next moves, ready to seize the opportunity to mount a counteroffensive. However, their momentum was abruptly halted as another explosion rocked the area. n''s eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed the unexpected arrival of a second tank, rolling across the bridge with ominous intent. With Merle having expended all his grenades, the Wolverines found themselvescking the means to halt this new threat.


    Thinking swiftly, n issued a signal to Rose, perched atop the building''s roof. The talented sniper took a deep, focused breath, activating her active skill known as [Eagle Eye]. With the sun still hovering near the horizon, Rose had to rely on her heightened perception and the enhanced aiming capabilities of her active skill.


    BAM!! The first shot missed by a hair''s breadth.


    BAM!! The second shot came agonizingly close, grazing the tank''s thick armor.


    BAM!!


    On her third and final shot, Rose''s precision proved true. Her bullet found its mark, prating the tank''s narrow viewpoint hole, dealing a headshot terminating one of the two soldiers inside.


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 154 damage¡­ target died]


    The victim was the spotter and driver of the tank, whose role was to designate targets for the gunner. With the spotter''s demise, the tank''s firepower became aimless and erratic, and this was the chance n was waiting for.


    "Alright, time to go! Fall back, everyone!" n dered, recognizing the opportunity to withdraw while they still had the advantage.


    With his extensive experience in countless battles within the virtual realm, n possessed the critical ability to discern when a tactical retreat was necessary. Even as the chaos of battle swirled around him, n remained one step ahead, having already devised a fallback strategy for his team. Just a mere half a block behind their current location, he had identified a formidable structure to make theirst stand.


    This sturdy, towering edifice was a two-story church building, its architecture exuding an air of fortitude. The massive structure was fortified with thick brick walls, boasting high windows that provided strategic vantage points for their defense.


    In a well-coordinated effort, the support team sprang into action, swiftly ferrying the wounded and incapacitatedrades to the center of the church hall. Here, they set up a makeshift triage area, providing immediate medical attention and treatment to their injured allies.


    Meanwhile, the fighters among the Wolverines took up positions at the windows, their weapons at the ready. Swords gleamed in their hands, poised to defend against any potential breach. The atmosphere was tense, with every member acutely aware of the dire situation they found themselves in.


    "We are surrounded!" came the grim announcement, the reality of their predicament settling in.


    The Wolverines held their ground with unwavering determination as the relentless tide of Nazi soldiers swarmed from every direction ¨C east, north, and south. Over 500 enemybatants filled the churchyard, creating a nightmarish spectacle of overwhelming odds. The situation was nothing short of terrifying, yet the Wolverines continued to stand their ground, resolute in their defense.


    For what felt like an eternity, they repelled wave after wave of enemy forces, their barricaded position offering a formidable advantage. The thick brick walls of the church proved their salvation, as the Nazi soldiers struggled in vain to breach the sturdy defenses.


    However, their dire situation took a turn for the worse when the tank finally caught up to them, its long gun menacingly aimed at the church building. The deadly cannon threatened to obliterate their sanctuary, and the Wolverines knew they needed to make a swift exit.


    "n, we need to go!" urged Kenny, the urgency palpable in his voice.


    But Instead of ordering an immediate retreat, n seized the church''s bell cord and the resounding ng of the bell pierced the air. He then activated the military radio, but before he could even utter a word, the voice of Lieutenant Marsh crackled from the other side of the radio.


    "Yes, we heard the bell. We are here!"


    [05:25]


    As the morning sun began to rise, casting its first rays upon Calumet City, hope emerged on the horizon. Delta Company, led by Lieutenant Marsh and consisting of 200 seasoned soldiers, arrived on the scene. Alongside them were the four militia armies, all having sessfully cleared the three barricades, now ready to join forces in the final push to liberate the outer zone of the town.


    "Alright, all out!! Attack!!" n''s order echoed with renewed vigor as the Wolverines, now bolstered by the arrival of their allies, prepared to break free from their defensive stronghold andunch a determined counterattack against the Nazi forces.

 Chapter 123 Final Battle 3

    <h4>Chapter 123 Final Battle 3</h4>


    "Attack!!"


    The battle raged on in the vast yard outside the Calumet town church, an all-epassing maelstrom of chaos and conflict. In the midst of this tumultuous scene, Lieutenant Marsh, who typically guided his troops from the rear, finally revealed his true mettle. Gripping a substantial piece of thick metal shield, thepany leader charged headlong toward the enemy lines, determined to shield hisrades from the relentless barrage of enemy fire. His primary objective: the menacing tank that loomed menacingly, poised to unleash destruction upon his troops.


    With unwavering resolve, the lieutenant called upon his [warrior spirit] that invigorated his fighting prowess. He hurled the heavy shield toward the group of soldiers standing guard in front of the tank. In a surprising twist, he used the shield as a makeshift tform, vaulting himself onto the tank''s formidable chassis. There, atop the armored behemoth, he retrieved a massive hammer, his grip steady despite the few bullets that found their mark on his body.


    Unleashing his inner strength, Marsh swung the colossal hammer with unparalleled expertise, calling upon his [Blunt weapon (expert)] active skill.


    [Heavy Smash]


    [Increase Blunt weapon Damage 50%]


    [Skill duration: 30 seconds] [Cooldown: 10 minutes]


    With his D+ level of strength, Marsh targeted the tank''s hatch, intent on forcefully breaching its defenses. However, as he poised for a powerful blow, he heard an ominous clunking sound emanating from within the tank''s depths, signaling the imminent discharge of a deadly shot. In a split-second decision, the lieutenant shifted his focus, redirecting the full force of his mighty swing toward the tank''s gun barrel instead.


    CLANKK!!!


    As the tank''s gun barrel buckled and bent under the force of Marsh''s heroic assault, the lieutenant leaped away from the armored menace just moments before its cannon erupted in a fiery explosion.


    KABOOOMM!!


    n, who had been observing this astounding disy of valor, couldn''t help but be awestruck. Despite not being a veteran yer, Lieutenant Marsh''s audacity, or perhaps recklessness, was at a level thatmanded respect. It was now clear to n why there were rumors surrounding Marsh''s valiant demise in his previous game.


    The explosion had spared Marsh''s life, but he found himself surrounded by Nazi soldiers, poised to strike him down. In the nick of time, n''s team and the remainder of his troops arrived at the frontline, intervening to save the brave lieutenant''s life. n extended a helping hand to Marsh, pulling him up amidst the chaotic fray.


    "You are crazy, Marsh!" n eximed admiration tinged with disbelief evident in his voice.


    Marsh, his spirit undaunted, managed a chuckle before responding, "Let''s finish them all!!"


    With Dpany and their militia allies now fully engaged, the battlefield transformed into an all-out melee. Friend and foe alike were embroiled in a swirling maelstrom ofbat as they fought against the Nazi soldiers.


    In the midst of this intense confrontation, n issued a crucial directive to his troops. He urged them to remain in close proximity to one another, keeping a vignt eye on theirrades to ensure that none suffered a critical drop in their health points. Safety was of paramount importance in this fierce sh.


    Finally, as the clock struck 0600, the usual daily notifications shed across each yer''s screen. However, this time, the message was anything but typical.


    [12 hours left to stop Nazi Invasion]


    [Updating current yers: 3,818]


    [Updating Nazi soldier: 12,315]


    With twelve hours remaining on the clock, the game introduced a real-time numerical representation, transforming the life-and-death struggle into a semnce of a sports scorecard. This unique twist however lifted the yers'' spirits, offering a visual confirmation that the count of Nazi soldiers was diminishing faster than that of the yers. It became evident that the coordinated operation across the town''s four different sectors was bearing fruit, fueling optimism among the yers.


    [06:32]


    Finally, after intense and relentless fighting, n and Dpany seeded in driving the enemy back, forcing them into a chaotic retreat across the river. In a remarkably swift two and a half hours, D Company secured control of the town''s outer perimeter, prompting cheers of excitement among the victorious troops.


    Lieutenant Marsh wisely granted his 600-plus men a well-deserved rest to tend to their injuries and partake in their daily rations, ensuring they remained nourished and avoiding any Hunger status debuffs.


    As Marsh reported to the main force, Captain Carter, it was confirmed that they were the firstpany toplete their assigned task. Lieutenant Marsh sought permission to press forward with the attack, to which the captain responded with a cautious rmendation: "I suggest you hold yourpany and coordinate your advance on the inner sector together with the rest of the army for safety. However, I leave the final decision to you."


    In the face of this suggestion, the fearless Lieutenant seemed torn, uncertain about the next course of action. n, however, had no hesitation. He firmly dered,


    "No, we should attack now!!"


    n swiftly spread out a map, outlining a bold and strategic n to Lieutenant Marsh and the other militia leaders. This was no ordinary tactical proposal; it was a decisive assault aimed at the heart of the Nazi forces. Observing their hesitation, n addressed their concerns head-on, saying, "This is the Wolverines'' n. You are wee to join us or await the advance of the main army."


    While the militia leaders remained uncertain about n''s ambitious scheme, he paid little heed to their reservations. His focus was firmly fixed on the fearless lieutenant as he posed a direct question: "This is the n, Marsh. Are you in or not?"


    With unwavering determination, Lieutenant Marsh promptly confirmed hismitment, responding with a resounding, "Yes, I am in!"


    In the wake of his decision, Marsh quickly assembled his 200 soldiers and the two militia groups that chose to join forces with the Wolverine''s unit. This formidable coalition totaled 400 yers, united by their shared resolve to execute n''s audacious n. As for the remaining three militia groups, they opted to remain behind, diligently safeguarding the conquered territory, prepared to wee the impending advance of the main forces.

 Chapter 124 Final Battle 4

    <h4>Chapter 124 Final Battle 4</h4>


    The outer part of Calumet was a sprawling area separated from the inner town by a river that encircled the entire town. Despite the Dpany''s sessful crossing of the river, the majority of the town¡ªabout 70% of it¡ªstilly within the inner part. It was in the northeast corner of this inner town that the town hall had been transformed into the nerve center of the Nazi upation, serving as their headquarters.


    Now that Dpany had established a bridgehead by crossing the river, they found themselves confronted with a formidable challenge. Within the inner town, a total of 28 Nazi outposts had been strategically positioned. Each of these outposts was heavily fortified, manned by more than 200 well-armed Nazi soldiers. This formidable force didn''t even ount for the relentless patrols that roamed the area, making every step fraught with danger.


    This marked the beginning of the true grind. n, alongside his 400-strong force, approached their first target: a supermarket that had been converted into a veritable fortress by the Nazi upiers. As they neared, a notification chimed on their game links, revealing the activation of a hidden quest.


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    [You received E level quest: Clear out Nazi outpost]


    This hidden quest represented a true treasure trove of opportunities within the game. It promised not only a sense of aplishment but also valuable rank rewards. Without hesitation, the 400 yers surged forward, storming the supermarket that was now teeming with 200 Nazi soldiers.


    They descended upon their foes, shing in fiercebat. Amid the chaos, they remained vignt, keeping an eye out for any approaching Nazi patrols that could reinforce their enemies.


    Inside the outpost, the lure of untouched items proved tempting to some yers, drawing their attention away from the battle and toward the opportunity to loot the supermarket''s shelves. However, n remained resolute, his sights set on the office room at the rear of the supermarket. This was where the Nazi officer and his three formidable SS Elite guards awaited.


    Working in perfect coordination, n''s core teamposed of Merle, Daniel, Milo, and Rose¡ªswiftly neutralized the enemy forces within the office room. Their efforts yielded two umon drops as a reward: a [Brawler Jacket] that boosted Milo''s hand-to-handbat capabilities and a [War axe] that enhanced Daniel''s attack speed. Yet, despite their sess, n''s quest for his third note continued to remain elusive.


    [You have sessfully cleared out the outpost]


    [You havepleted E level quest]


    [You received E rank reward x1]


    [You received 1000 survival points, 1000 XP]


    [07:25]


    The rewards and loot dispelled any doubts in the yers that still had lingered regarding n''s ambitious n. However, due to the size of their army and varying levels of contribution, not all participants achieved an E rank; some received an F rank instead.


    As they stood amidst the spoils of their victory, one of the sergeants apanying Marsh''s units inquired about their next move, asking, "Where to next?"


    The euphoria of their previous victory had their spirits soaring, but n knew that it was time to elevate their efforts to another level. He addressed his troops, his voice carrying the weight of his leadership and conviction.


    "To maximize our benefits, we need to split into two teams," n announced. Before any objections could arise, he quickly marked two outposts on their map that were conveniently located close to each other. "I believe we can handle this. If we encounter anyrge enemy forces, we can reinforce each other."


    With a unanimous decision, the troops agreed, responding with determination, "Let''s go!"


    With this n in motion, thepany was divided into two units, each heading toward its designated outpost. They would embark on the same hidden mission, each team assigned to a different location¡ªone in a museum building and the other in a library. While these sites didn''t promise bountiful loot, both teams would receive more E-rank rewards than F-rank, igniting their excitement for whaty ahead.


    [08:08]


    During this time, updates from the military radio hinted at the progress of Alpha Company and Bravo Company. They had sessfully cleared the outer part of their respective sections of town and were advancing deeper into their designated outposts. What had started as a cooperative effort now turned into a race to secure as many outpost rewards as possible. Nevertheless, Delta Company maintained a significant lead.


    [09:40]


    With determined resolve, the Delta Company conquered two more outposts, but their stamina began to wane. n spurred them onward, revealing their next target: a police station and a clinic. The former promised a cache of weapons and ammunition, while thetter held a trove of essential medical supplies. Seeing the promise of looting the much-needed items, the units suddenly gained their vigor back.


    However, these outposts were more substantial and heavily defended, both inside and outside.


    For this mission, the two units coborated, tackling one outpost after another and sharing their hard-earned loot. n''s E rank rewards had umted to five by this point. Yet, despite their continued efforts and five additional SS Elite soldier eliminations, his quest for the elusive third note remained unfulfilled. A sense of despondency began to creep in as he grappled with the possibility that he might neverplete this chain quest.


    As the troops stood amidst the remnants of theirtest triumph, the question lingered in the air: "Where should we go next, n?"


    n couldn''t help but feel a sense of urgency as he nced at his game link, registering the new data that appeared before him:


    [11:02]


    [6 hours and 58 minutes left to stop Nazi Invasion]


    [Updating current yers: 3,582]


    [Updating Nazi soldier: 7,345]


    The numbers caused a knot of concern to tighten in his chest. In response, n chose a rtively safer outpost a fortified warehouse building. This decision raised eyebrows among some of his sharperrades like Kenny and Merle, who wondered about the change in strategy.


    However, their questions were soon answered as events unfolded. Just as they sessfully cleared their eighth outpost, a new notification shed across their game links:


    [11:40]


    [Updating Nazi soldier: 7,000]


    [You have sessfully killed enough Nazi members, to ensure their invasion a failure]


    [You havepleted the main Quest]


    Initially, this notification should have brought joy and relief to the team. It signified thepletion of their main quest and the impending failure of the Nazi invasion. Yet, the jubtion was short-lived as the next part of the message left everyone stunned:


    [Secondary Quest: take control of Calumet in process]


    [Updating quest parameter]


    [With the increasing threat, the Nazi Empire decided to call on reinforcement to guard their new Nazi base]


    An unsettling tension permeated the group. As the realization of the secondary quest''smencement settled in, they heard the unmistakable roar of engines in the sky. Heads turned upward in unison, eyes fixed on the ominous sight.


    "It''s a NAZI airne!! Are they sending more reinforcements?!" one voice cried out.


    "No, it''s a fighter ne!!" another eximed.


    To the group''s astonishment, the fighter ne unleashed a relentless barrage of gunfire down onto the streets below, and bombs rained down indiscriminately. Panic gripped the scene, and the [military radio] soon buzzed with frantic reports of multiple yer casualties, drowning out the once-resounding cheers of victory.

 Chapter 125 Final Battle 5

    <h4>Chapter 125 Final Battle 5</h4>


    n''s frantic rush to clear the outposts had a purpose far more critical than simply seeking additional rewards. It wasn''t about greed, but about preparing for the impending shift in the game dynamics. The inner town of Calumet, where the heart of the Nazi threaty, was about to be a treacherous battlefield.


    As the yers attempted to wrap their heads around these rapid changes, the sky above them suddenly roared with the sound of an approaching ne. A deafening detonation followed:


    KABBBOMM!!!


    The yers, including n, watched in disbelief as a nearby warehouse disintegrated into rubble, torn apart by a barrage of bombs unleashed by the Nazi ne. And it was evident that this aerial assault was far from over.


    "Ooo, my god! This is crazy!!" eximed one of the militia leaders, their anxiety palpable.


    Amidst this chaos, a new quest update shed across their game links:


    [Secondary Quest (Optional): take control of Calumet town]


    [6 hours and 10 minutes left till the end of the round]


    [Updating current yers: 3,548]


    [Updating Nazi soldier: 6,940]


    This update served as a stark reminder that this was an optional quest¡ªone that didn''t carry a penalty if left upleted.


    One yer, attempting to rationalize the situation, suggested, "Well, we don''t need to clear this one, right? We can just take cover until this is over."


    However, this sentiment mirrored n''s past experience. In his previous game, after yers had learned about the existence of the airne attack, some had opted to quit rather than face the impending challenges of the next quest. This exodus of yers not only made the secondary quest much more daunting but also cast doubt on their ability to take control of the town under these circumstances.


    The mood among the yers grew even more intense as news from the military radio reached them that Bravopany had been severely hit by the bomb, resulting in the loss of theirmander. Doubt and fear began to creep into the minds of some.


    Noticing the unease, Lieutenant Marsh addressed the yers, offering them a choice. "If you wish to stay, you can. I will not force you," he dered, his eyes briefly meeting n''s as he sought his input.


    n, however, had a different perspective to share with the yers. He understood the gravity of the situation and the fear that gripped some of them. "I can''t force you to undertake a dangerous task," he began, "but keep in mind that our main objective is already clear. If you die, you''ll only incur the standard 2500 death penalty, not the additional 2500 for mission failure."


    His words had a profound effect on the yers, and their expressions began to change. After all, they had justpleted five outposts, earning themselves an average of 3000 to 4000 survival points in the process. n added, "If you''re still worried, there are two more outposts on the path toward the Nazi base. The survival points reward from those should more than cover any penalties in case of failure."


    n''s words seeded in rekindling their spirits. Out of the 400 yers who had initially arrived, only 20 chose to leave the unit. These were the individuals who had already expended all their points, and even the thought of stepping out of the warehouse terrified them.


    With renewed determination and a sense of purpose, n spoke, "Alright, Marsh, let''s go!"


    Despite their willingness to face the gravest dangers, n was determined to ensure that as many of these brave individuals as possible survived until the end of the mission. With this in mind, he chose a path that offered greater safety, winding through the cover of multiple fortified buildings.


    However, even in the rtive safety of the urbanndscape, they couldn''tpletely evade the terrifying Nazi fighter nes. It took them an arduous hour, during which they suffered eight casualties, to reach the next outpost. The journey to the following outpost imed twelve more lives, despite their swift efforts to administer medical items and save theirrades. Some yers were simply obliterated when the bombs struck, leaving no chance for survival.


    For those who did make it through the perilous journey, there were rewards to reap. Survivors earned more XP, additional survival points, and the much-needed rank rewards from the two outposts they had cleared. n, however, remained desperate and determined to find his elusive third note.


    [13:40]


    [4 hours and 20 minutes left]


    [Updating current yers: 3,111]


    [Updating Nazi soldier: 5,530]


    The group finally arrived at the outskirts of the Nazi base, a location designated by Captain Carter. Out of the initial 400 Deltapany yers who had embarked on this mission with n, only 350 had made it this far. Thebined forces of Alpha, Beta, Charlie, and Deltapanies, along with the military and militia, numbered just over 1300 yers. This total included the ck Sand Mercenary, the US Special Forces, and the Blood Patriots.


    As the clock continued to count down and their numbers dwindled, the urgency of their mission became increasingly apparent. They needed a new strategy to ensure a sessful oue, one that could ovee the significant challenges they faced.


    The more experienced yers among them were not intimidated by the dwindling numbers and believed that dealing with around 5000 Nazi soldiers shouldn''t be an insurmountable task. Some agreed with this perspective, bolstered by their confidence in their skills and the support they had from both the military and the militia.


    However, Captain Carter introduced another critical factor that had to be considered: the presence of a Weapon of Mass Destruction (WMD). She rified that this WMD wasn''t a nuclear device but rather a poison gas capable of swiftly killing any yer who came into contact with it. The gas was likely intended to defend the Nazi base, posing a grave threat to any attackers.


    Captain Carter emphasized the gravity of the situation, stating that if they didn''t sessfully neutralize this threat, charging headlong into the Nazi base would be a suicidal endeavor. This revtion added a newyer ofplexity to their mission, as they now needed a volunteer brave enough to take on the dangerous task of dealing with the WMD and preventing its use.


    "So who among you are willing to volunteer for this mission?"

 Chapter 126 Final Battle 6

    <h4>Chapter 126 Final Battle 6</h4>


    [3 hours and 50 minutes left]


    With less than four hours remaining in the game, n had three quests still lingering in his mind:


    [Secondary Quest (Optional): Take control of Calumet]


    [Bonus Quest (Optional): Discover and neutralize the WMD]


    [Find the Experiment note #3]


    The absence of the third experiment note weighed heavily on n''s heart. Nevertheless, he had devised another n to gain extra XP before the round concluded: joining the team for the WMD quest.


    When volunteers were requested for this dangerous mission, n not only epted the role but also announced his intention to bring along eight additional team members. His nonchnt eptance of the task elicited chuckles from many of the veterans who were well aware of the mission''s perils. However, it also raised concerns among the leadership, especially Captain Carter, who attached great importance to missions of this nature.


    The two veteran group leaders, Cachellos of the ck Sand Mercenaries and Lieutenant Summers of the US Special Forces, were summoned to decide which of their groups would undertake the mission.


    Captain Carter posed the question to both veteran group leaders: "We need one of your groups for this mission. Who among you is willing?"


    Scarface Cachellos responded with a mocking smile, saying, "We''ll do it. You can keep your soldiers for the other task." His words dripped with sarcasm, but Lieutenant Summers remainedposed and unfazed, choosing to ignore the provocation.


    As the veterans stepped up to lead the mission, the ranks swelled with brave yers who were willing to join the perilous undertaking. Alongside n''s initial team of nine, Cachellos'' group of 20 members, and the addition of 10 more yers, there were some notable individuals among the volunteers. Three of them were Marcus, Jason, and Sharon, renowned veterans of the Blood Patriots, known for theirbat prowess.


    Captain Carter, recognizing the importance of this mission, decided to bolster the team further by introducing the US military support team. This included an intelligence officer, Captain Farrell, who was well-versed in strategic decision-making, and a small but highly trained group of 10 led by Sergeant Dn. Their role was to provide intelligence and support to ensure that the best decisions were made during this sensitive operation.


    In total, 50 individuals were selected for the WMD mission. These yers were considered some of the best in the New York server, given the high stakes of the task. However, when n turned to hispanions to select his team of eight from among them, their expressions shifted from curiosity to worry.


    Trying to reassure them, n addressed his team, saying, "Don''t look so worried; rx, I have a n in mind. I always do." He then began selecting his team members, starting with Merle and Rose, his strongestrades. He also chose the two Milo and Daniel, for theirbat abilities.


    Seeing n''s lineup, Vicky quickly volunteered to join the mission. However, Luis, despite his willingness to participate, was politely rejected by n, who wanted to keep him out of harm''s way. n still needed three more members for the team. His next choice was Kenny, known for his critical thinking and skill inputing, which could prove valuable in this mission. Kenny''s partner, Izzie, though powerful was unpredictable, n had no n to bring her along, however, the girl insisted on joining alongside Kenny.


    "I go where my friend goes"


    "..."


    With just one spot remaining on his team, n contemted the possibility of bringing one of the rednecks along. However, at that moment, an unexpected figure stepped up and asked, "Can I join?" It was none other than Lieutenant Marsh.


    Considering the strength andbat prowess that Marsh could bring to the team, n entertained the idea. However, he was concerned about whether Marsh could leave his troops behind. To n''s surprise, Marsh exined that he had already obtained permission from Captain Carter. She would take overmand of Deltapany, which had the highest number of troops among the remainingpanies.


    With the team nowplete, they awaited further instructions from Captain Carter. She delegated the authority for battle tactics to Cachellos, the most senior yer among them. For the WMD mission itself, Captain Farrell would be in charge.


    Captain Carter then addressed the group, stating, "We willmence the attack on the base at fifteen hundred hours. I hope you all have made some progress by then."


    Realizing that they had only a 30-minute head start for the WMD mission, the team members understood the urgency of the situation. They were all ready to depart immediately, as they had a crucial and dangerous mission ahead of them.


    With resolve in their hearts, n and the team of 50 men swiftly left the camp, embarking on their mission to locate and neutralize the Nazi Weapon of Mass Destruction (WMD). Their destination was a makeshiftb concealed within an abandoned factory located a mile away from the Nazi base.


    To aid them in navigating the treacherous path, Captain Farrell had prepared information about a sewer route that would lead them directly to the factory.


    As they took their first steps into the sewer system, a notification appeared on their game link:


    [You have met the prerequisite to start your bonus mission]


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    [Warning: The NAZI has been experimenting on the most terrifying weapon of mass destruction, and the Dirty Bomb is their answer, one that does not just eliminate the target but inflicts long-term damage]


    [You received D level quest: Locate and stop the Nazi Dirty Bomb]


    [You received E level quest: Kill the Dirty bomb scientists]


    The team was ted to receive two high-reward quests simultaneously. However, as they ventured further into the sewer, another notification brought a sense of unease:


    [Warning: The ce is filled with radioactive poison]


    Anxiety crept over the yers, but n remainedposed. He signaled to hispanions, and they all reached for their prepared items¡ª[Gas masks]. These were items n had obtained from an SS elite drop and a fire station earlier in the game.


    [Effects: Poison resistance 60%, Radiation resistance 40%]


    Seeing n''s team donning their gas masks, the remaining group members couldn''t help but feel a twinge of envy.

 Chapter 127 Radiation

    <h4>Chapter 127 Radiation</h4>


    As they continued their journey through the dark and eerie sewer, the passing minutes seemed to stretch into an eternity. Worry began to creep into the hearts of the group members as the effects of the radiation became increasingly apparent.


    Even those in possession of gas masks, including n and others, couldn''t escape the insidious effects of radiation poisoning. The first penalty appeared on their screens:


    [You have been exposed to 100 Rad]


    [Radiation level one: Max HP -10% & Stamina -10%]


    The penalties were determined by the level of radiation exposure and the duration of their exposure. The fact that they had already incurred penalties, even before reaching theboratory, sent a wave of anxiety through the group. It was clear that they were on the path to face higher radiation levels, and the next penalty was just minutes away:


    [You have been exposed to 200 Rad]


    [Radiation level two: Max HP -20% & Stamina -20%]


    The realization that they would likely have to endure levels three or four toplete the mission weighed heavily on their minds, this situation led one of the mercenaries, Fin ''Force'' Maddox to voice a bold suggestion, directed toward n''s group:


    "I think you all should give that gas mask to us. You can go back, and we''ll finish the task."


    The suggestion hung in the air, and the mercenaries, their eyes fixed on n''s group, awaited their response.


    As tension mounted within the group, more voices joined in to voice their concerns, leading to a temporary halt in their advance. Even Captain Farell''s attempts to urge them forward fell on deaf ears.


    "Yes, at least give them to the veterans; they''ll need them more than you," chimed in another member of the ck Sand Mercenaries. Comints about n''s group and their suitability for the mission began to circte. Daniel and Kenny, still in their teens, and even worse Izzie who appeared far too young forbat, became targets of criticism.


    n, however, wasn''t about to concede to their demands. He was prepared to stand his ground and fight to retain the gas masks. The situation escted as one of the mercenaries adopted a threatening tone, warning, "You don''t know what''s good for you."


    Cachelos, the leader of the ck Sand Mercenaries, remained silent throughout the exchange, neither endorsing nor opposing the demands. Even the Blood Patriots, who typically valued their independence, seemed to agree with the notion that n''s group should surrender their masks.


    n contemted breaking away from the group and finding an alternative path for his team when Sergeant Dn, the leader of the support military team, intervened to defuse the situation.


    "Calm down," he urged the agitated yers. "The military has provided these for the mission, and you can each have one." He revealed a red and white capsule:


    [Name: RedAway]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effects: Radiation -300]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    "Use it once your radiation exposure reaches 300, so it''s not wasted," he instructed, hoping to alleviate the tensions within the group.


    The distribution of the RedAway capsules seemed to appease the veterans, even though some still harbored reservations about allocating them to n''s group. However, it was clear that the military had provided the capsules for the mission, leaving no room for objections.


    As the group reached the end of the sewer, the urgency of the mission became increasingly apparent. With time running short, Cachelos swiftly organized their approach. The ck Sand Mercenaries would divide into smaller teams, each tasked with clearing enemies and searching for the Nazi scientists. Meanwhile, the remainder of the group would provide security for Captain Farrell as he sought to locate and dismantle the bomb.


    With a consensus reached, Cachelos pushed the sewer door open and led the group through it one by one. However, their arrival did not go unnoticed.


    "HALTT!"


    In a matter of seconds, their presence was discovered, and dozens of Nazi soldiers descended upon them from all directions.


    "Shit! There are so many elite soldiers here!" Cade ''Archer'' Harlow, one of the scout yers eximed, realizing the gravity of the situation he quickly released multiple arrows targeted toward the hidden Nazi sharpshooter.


    The group found themselves in a dire situation as Nazi soldiers closed in from all sides. These were no ordinary foot soldiers; they were elite SS, battle-hardened troops who posed a significant threat. Panic began to set in among some of the less-experienced yers, and the urgency of their mission weighed heavily on everyone.


    The ck Sand Mercenaries, led by Cachelos, sprang into action, engaging the Nazi soldiers with abination of precision shooting and tactical movements.


    Next, Marcus and Jason of the Blood Patriot unleashed their wolf bloodline transformations and charged forward. With a body that can withstand bullets, their presence manages to intimidate the Nazi soldiers.


    "Get out!! Get out!!" shouted Dn? urging Captain Farell and the soldiers to make a run for it. With their path temporarily cleared, the group seized the opportunity to exit the sewer, making a desperate dash to follow the Sergeant.


    n''s team was thest to get out and became a much easier target for the prepared Nazi soldiers. Knowing that they had to keep moving, n motioned for his team to take cover behind whatever obstacles they could find, using debris and corners to shield themselves from the iing gunfire.


    The scene in the factory was nothing short of mayhem. The abandoned facility was swarming with Nazi soldiers. Dozens of SS troops, armed with heavy weaponry, were positioned strategically and unleashing devastating firepower upon any perceived threat.


    [15:00]


    As per the n, a mile away from their location, the main force of over a thousand yers had begun their advance towards the Nazi main base, engaging in fiercebat along the way.


    "We arete, We need to move out and start searching for the bomb!!!" shouted n.


    It was a chaotic and brutal battle, with explosions and gunfire echoing throughout the area.

 Chapter 128 Final Battle 7

    <h4>Chapter 128 Final Battle 7</h4>


    With less than three hours remaining until the end of the round, the situation in Calumet town remained precarious.


    [2 hours and 50 minutes left till the end of the round]


    [Updating current yers: 2,922]


    [Updating Nazi soldier: 4,850]


    Although the numerical gap between the two forces seemed manageable, only a little over a thousand yers were daring enough to march into the heart of Calumet town at that moment.


    The looming threat of the Nazi fighter ne, strafing the area with machine gun fire and dropping deadly bombs, continued to haunt the yers. Each passing second brought the risk of losing morerades to the relentless aerial assault.


    The Nazi base itself presented a formidable challenge, with multipleyers of barricades and well-armed soldiers wielding machine guns, ready to mow down any yers who dared to approach.


    Captain Carter, leading the fourpanies¡ªAlpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta¡ªhad devised a meticulous and strategic n. The orders were clear: march cautiously until they reached a distance of 500 meters from the Nazi base. At that point, all fourpanies would take a defensive position and prepare for a coordinated assault.


    To enhance their firepower, eachpany was equipped with special weapons, drawn from the experiences of veteran yers from the previous year''s game. Among these weapons was the L 16 Mortar:


    [Name: L 16 Mortar]


    [Type: Heavy Firearm]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Firepower 200-300 (300-500 meters), 250-350 (500-1000 meters)]


    [Magazine: 81 mm]


    [Fire Rate: Up to 1 round/20 seconds]


    [Effects: Area damage 30-100 (10 meters)]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Light but Lethal]


    These mortars were capable of delivering devastating firepower within a specific range, making them invaluable for breaching the Nazi defenses and providing cover for the advancing yers. Despite their potency, came with a significant limitation: eachpany was allocated just a single box of 10 rounds of ammunition. This meager supply prompted immediate concern among the soldiers.


    "Just 10 rounds, Captain! It''s not enough for a battle of this scale!" one sergeant protested.


    Captain Carter, however, maintained her resolve.


    "That''s all we have, Sergeant. Remember, this is only the second round. Just make sure each shot counts! aim urately!"


    The initial phase of the battle unfolded with a relentless barrage of explosives from both the mortars and the Nazi fighter nes. The thunderous detonations and fiery eruptions painted a chaotic picture of destruction across the battlefield.


    When the dust began to settle, Captain Carter emerged as a beacon of leadership. She rallied her troops and called for an all-out assault. Over a thousand yers,prising the fourpanies, militias, Blood Patriots, and other independent yers, converged on the Nazi base from four different directions, their weapons zing in a synchronized advance.


    [15:35]


    As the yers closed in on the heavily damaged barricades of the Nazi base, a notification awaited them, heralding themencement of a new hidden quest:


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    [You received D level quest: Clear out Nazi base]


    The stakes had never been higher as the yers embarked on the perilous mission to eliminate the Nazi threat once and for all.


    Captain Carter''s audacious charge into the heart of the battle sent shockwaves through the ranks of Deltapany. She fearlessly led the charge, pushing ahead with only a dozen soldiers at her side, surmounting barricades and heading straight for the imposing gates of the Nazi base. All eyes in the vicinity were fixated on her, torn between amazement and deep concern for her safety.


    However, Captain Carter had more than just courage on her side. Even under a hail of enemy fire, she remained steadfast and drew a special item from her inventory¡ªa long silver pole adorned with a g of blue colour. This was a unique item of the game.


    [Name: Guardian g]


    [Type: essory]


    [Rarity: Unique]


    [Attributes: +100 defense (stationary)]


    [Effects: All yers within a 300-meter radius of the item receive a 30% increase in defense rating]


    [Can be used one hour per day]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Raised high to save the day]


    This is a unique item, one level surpassed the superior tier, making it exceptionally rare. It was bestowed by the US military to the highest-ranking military figure on the server. As Captain Carter held the Guardian g aloft, she couldn''t move or risk losing the invaluable buff. Fortunately, the additional 100 defense it provided helped her absorb a significant portion of the iing Nazi gunfire.


    [Shooting: Received 6 damage]


    [Shooting: Received 8 damage]


    [Shooting: Received 7 damage]


    Nheless, the task remained perilous, and the soldiers quickly rallied around their valiant captain, forming a protective perimeter.


    "Guard the captain!" their battle cry echoed, a testament to their unwavering dedication to the mission and their leader''s safety.


    As Deltapany managed to clear out the immediate area around Captain Carter, their luck took a turn for the worse when a fighter ne streaked overhead and released a bomb perilously close to their valiant leader.


    "Captain!!!" The soldiers cried out in unison.


    KABOOOMM!!


    The explosion was lethal, and Captain Carter bore the brunt of it.


    Smoke and debris billowed around the area, obscuring vision, but miraculously, the captain remained standing, her unwavering grip on the invaluable Unique item drop, the Guardian g, unbroken.


    "Fight on! Fight on!!" Captain Carter''s resilience and determination served as a wellspring of inspiration for her soldiers, reinvigorating their spirits. With renewed morale, theyunched a ferocious assault on the Nazi defenses.


    Lieutenant Summer and his elite special forces unit surged forward from the opposite side, taking advantage of the g''s protective aura. After receiving the g''s buff, Lieutenant Summer called upon his elite team to activate their unique abilities, one by one:


    [Soldier Spirit] [Warrior Spirit] [Knight Spirit] [Rogue Spirit]


    These formidable buffs imbued them with unparalleled strength and resolve. They turned their attention to the finalyer of Nazi barricades and, with the help of explosive charges, breached the formidable steel gate.


    At this pivotal moment, a notification shed before them:


    [Nazi Base is breached]


    [Weapon of Mass Destruction activated]


    [Countdown started now]


    [59:99]


    Tension gripped the soldiers as they faced an ominous countdown, knowing that the situation had be even more dire.

 Chapter 129 Final Battle 8

    <h4>Chapter 129 Final Battle 8</h4>


    [Weapon of Mass Destruction activate]


    [Countdown started now]


    [59:99]


    As the countdown for the activation of the Weapon of Mass Destruction loomed ominously over them, the yers grappled with their worst fear: failure to stop the dirty bomb. Not only would this result in the failure of their secondary objectives, but it would also lead to the deaths of hundreds of yers.


    Inside the factory, however, things weren''t progressing as smoothly as they had nned. Despite securing the area and eliminating dozens of Nazi soldiers and elites, their path was obstructed by a heavily fortified section of the factory. It was a chokepoint defended by two Gatling gun-wielding Elite SS units, apanied by two dozen melee-type SS. An upper-level balcony concealed more SS firearm elites who lurked behind its windows.


    This objective seemed insurmountable even for veterans. Even a fullpany of 200 military yers would likely be mowed down if they attempted to breach this heavily guarded area. The relentless defense of the Nazi forces was evident as three yers had already fallen in futile attempts to enter, and it appeared that these elites were returning repeatedly, their HP seemingly endless.


    Captain Farrell, the military intelligence officer, who had spent years studying the intricacies of the game, noted, "Someone or something is healing them!" His insight was crucial, indicating that there was more to the situation than met the eye.


    Cachellos concurred with the captain''s observation and emphasized the urgency of the situation. "Time is running out; we need to press forward!" The yers faced a critical decision, knowing that they couldn''t afford to remain bogged down in this seemingly unwinnable battle.


    [WMD countdown: 51 minutes]


    [1 hours and 42 minutes left till the end of the round]


    [Updating current yers: 2,641]


    [Updating Nazi soldier: 3,433]


    As the countdown for the Weapon of Mass Destruction continued, anxiety gripped the hearts of the yers. Their precious time was slipping away, and they had no room for errors. The battlefield statistics showed the dwindling numbers of both yers and Nazi soldiers, emphasizing the gravity of their mission.


    However, there was another pressing concern, one that Cachellos, the leader of the ck Sand Mercenaries, was alluding to. Their prolonged exposure to the radiation zone had caused the radiation penalty to escte to a dangerous level.


    [You have been exposed to 300 Rad]


    [Radiation level three: Max HP -30% & Stamina -30%]


    This was the status of n and his team, shielded by their gas masks, fared better, only suffering the level three penalty. As for the other yer, if they haven''t took the [Redaway] medicine, they probably would already reach level four.


    n promptly directed his group to consume the medicine, effectively resetting their radiation penalties to zero. Their vitality restored, they were now fully prepared for the impending final assault on the Nazi base.


    Cachellos, in his role as the group leader, wasted no time in organizing the team. After assessing each member''s abilities and strengths, he strategically assigned roles. Rose and Merle were tasked with handling the upper level, where formidable enemies awaited. n, Milo, and Lieutenant Marsh were selected for the charging team, which would take on the immediate threats head-on. The remaining members of n''s group were instructed to provide cover and fend off any iing Nazi reinforcements.


    With the battle n in ce, Cachellos issued the order to attack, rallying his team with determination. "Let''s go!"


    The sense of urgency was palpable as they surged forward, their resolve unwavering despite the odds stacked against them.


    With a well-coordinated strategy in ce, Cachellos initiated the assault by deploying multiple [smoke grenades] into the chokepoint area. The thick smoke quickly enveloped the surroundings, obscuring the vision of the Nazi defenders and creating a temporary shield for the advancing team.


    Sergeant Dn moves forward with his own Gatling gun zing


    "Taste this mothefuker!!"


    He created a temporary cover fire while four skilled members of the ck Sand Mercenaries activate their [Knight spirits], enhancing their defenses as they courageously block the iing barrage of fire from the Nazi Gatling guns. The relentless onught of bullets pounded against their shields, but the defenders'' efforts were valiant yet ultimately futile.


    As the dual rapid heavy weapons of the Gatling gunners began to wear down the shields, the path to the enemy positions opened up for the closebatants. Seizing the opportunity, Cachellos surged forward with astonishing speed, his weapon of choice being two superior butcher knives. In a series of lightning-fast and deadly strikes, he swiftly incapacitated one of the gatling gunners, leaving them no chance to retaliate.


    Meanwhile, the other gatling gunner found themselves surrounded and overwhelmed by the relentless assault of the two formidable wolf soldiers, Marcus and Jason. Together, they coordinated their attacks to neutralize this high-threat enemybatant.


    With the most dangerous adversaries now eliminated, n, along with Milo, Marsh, and a dozen other closebatants, leaped into action, charging headlong toward the remaining two dozen melee-type SS soldiers. The battleground was transformed into a whirlwind of close-quartersbat, where every swing of a de and burst of gunfire would determine the oue of this critical encounter.


    Amidst the chaos and adrenaline of battle, n''s swordsmanship shone with deadly finesse. His de cut through the enemy ranks like a scythe through wheat, his strikes precise and lethal. With every swing, he expertly targeted weak points in the enemy''s armor, dispatching them with ruthless efficiency.


    Milo''s approach was just as devastating. His punches were like thunderps, and with each blow, he sent Nazi elites sprawling. His immense strength, rivaling that of the veteran ck Sand Mercenary named Maddox, allowed him to overpower his foes with sheer force. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he delivered devastating punches that left craters in the factory floor.


    Lieutenant Marsh, wielding his fierce hammer, added anotheryer of brutality to the melee. His swings were a disy of controlled savagery, as the hammer crashed down on Nazi soldiers with bone-crushing impact.


    Amidst the chaos and carnage of the battlefield, Cachellos continued to stand as an awe-inspiring force. His prowess inbat was undeniable, as he effortlessly engaged two Elite SS soldiers simultaneously without sustaining so much as a scratch on his battle-hardened body. Each strike he delivered was nothing short of deadly precision, and with his [Executioner Spirit], every enemy he vanquished only served to make him stronger. It was a testament to his unrivaled strength and skill, earning him the well-deserved title of the strongest yer in the New York server.


    As Cachellos carved his way through the enemy ranks, the remaining SS soldiers found themselves in a hopeless situation. The sheer ferocity and determination of their attackers left the Nazis with no chance to mount a meaningful defense, and their numbers dwindled at an rming rate.


    It was a harrowing few minutes, but the team fueled by determination andbat expertise, finally managed to ovee the elite SS soldiers who had stood in their way. Each adversary was swiftly dispatched, and as they fell, high-agility yers leaped to the upper level, where the remaining firearms elites were positioned. Their nimble movements and precise shots left no room for the enemy to react, ensuring that the threat from above was neutralized before any healing could take ce.


    As thest of the enemy elites fell, Cade, a sharp-eyed mercenary archer spotted a group of Nazi soldiers attempting to flee the scene. With a skillful shot, he took down one of the retreating foes, while the others scrambled toward a reinforced steel door. Among them, two figures stood out¡ªa Nazi officer and an individual d in ab coat.


    "That must be the scientists!" Cade eximed, recognizing the significance of their discovery. However, their excitement was short-lived, as the thick steel door mmed shut before they could reach it.


    "Dammit!" he cursed, realizing that they were now separated from their quarry. Urgency filled the air as they desperately tried to force the door open, their hearts pounding with the knowledge that time was running out.


    Just then, a notification shed in their minds once more, a stark reminder of the deadly countdown they faced:


    [You have been exposed to Radiation]


    It was a race against time¡ªa race to either defuse the bomb and thwart the Nazis'' sinister n or sumb to the insidious effects of the radiation poisoning, a threat that loomed everrger with each passing moment.

 Chapter 130 Locked

    <h4>Chapter 130 Locked</h4>


    The situation was bing increasingly dire as the team stood before the sealed steel door. Their objectives were clear: to locate and neutralize the Nazi Dirty Bomb, as well as eliminate the scientists responsible for its creation. All signs pointed to this room as the epicenter of their mission. The high levels of radiation emanating from within only served to reinforce their assumption¡ªthe heart of their questy behind that forbidding door.


    Thankfully, the military had foreseen the challenges they might encounter on this perilous mission. That was precisely why Sergeant Dn and his support team were an indispensable part of their operation. Among them was a soldier skilled in the advanced level of lockpicking, armed with the necessary lockpick item set to tackle formidable obstacles like the sealed door.


    In the game''s mechanics, the ability to unlock doors was contingent on the yer''s skill level and the appropriate tools. With an advanced lockpicking skill, their specialist should have possessed a 100% sess rate when it came to opening level 2 safes. However, for more formidable level 3 safes, the odds dropped to a nerve-wracking 50%.


    As the lockpicking specialist took his ce before the door, the weight of their mission pressed heavily upon him. The countdown for the Weapon of Mass Destruction relentlessly ticked away, serving as a constant reminder of the limited time they had to prevent catastrophe. Tension hung in the air, and the gravity of their situation was inescapable.


    With a sense of anticipation, the lockpicking expert began his meticulous work, carefully used the item and inserting them into the lock. The collective gaze of the team fixated on the door, the seconds feeling like an eternity. Each attempt brought a glimmer of hope, but as the first lockpick broke, the tension in the room rose.


    Failure followed failure, and five lockpicksy shattered, consumed by their desperate efforts. Ten precious minutes had passed, and the countdown for the Weapon of Mass Destruction showed no mercy:


    [WMD countdown: 27 minutes]


    Sergeant Dn''s desperation was palpable as he turned to his team, his voice tinged with urgency. "I''m sorry, I failed. Is there anyone who has more lockpicks? We can''t afford to waste any more time!"


    Unfortunately, the situation remained grim. None among them possessed it, and those who did were unwilling to part with it, knowing its scarcity and potential value. In their dire predicament, Captain Farrell reached out to HQ for assistance, but the news was far from reassuring.


    A briefmunication with headquarters revealed that obtaining additional lockpicks would take a staggering 15 to 20 minutes¡ªa time frame that offered little sce to the beleaguered team. Doubt and despair crept in, and many yers found it hard to believe that help would arrive in time to avert disaster.


    Marcus, ever quick to voice his frustrations, directed me at the government for the dire circumstances they now faced. "Huh! We shouldn''t have pushed the final battle until thest day! Or we would have more time!" he eximed, frustration and regret tainting his words.


    Amid this turmoil, the ck Sand Mercenaries had seeded in securing the area and confirmed that no other entry existed apart from the sealed steel door. Their leader, Cachellos? , cast a contemtive gaze toward Captain Farrell and made his intentions clear.


    "I have fulfilled my part of the mission. If you have no alternative means to breach this door, I will be taking my leave."


    Cachellos''s decisiveness left no room for hesitation. With the limited time remaining, he had no intention of lingering in the face of uncertainty. His n was to rejoin the main unit, with hopes of still contributing to the capture of the Nazi base and iming the associated rewards.


    On the other hand? the specter of radiation continued to loom ominously:


    [You have been exposed to 300 Rad]


    [Radiation level three: Max HP -30% & Stamina -30%]


    The growing radiation levels posed an increasingly dire threat. There was a genuine concern that they might reach Radiation level 4 or even worse before they could resolve their dilemma. Amid this uncertainty, Captain Farrell responded to the question lingering to their mind.


    "We can''t all just leave," he asserted, recognizing the need for someone to remain behind in the event that the door could be opened. However, not everyone shared his resolve. Cachellos, the leader of the ck Sand Mercenaries, wasted no time in making his stance clear. "Don''t count on us," he dered, directing his men to prepare for departure. His decision influenced a few other yers to join him in exiting the hazardous environment.


    Captain Farrell found himself unable to prevent their departure, and with a sense of urgency, he turned to Sergeant Dn. "Sergeant, I order you to stay and wait here," hemanded. Then, facing the remaining yers, he issued another order,ced with authority, "I order you all to stay here as well! Or I will note you for disbanding your task!" His unwavering resolve left little room for dissent.


    The departure of Captain Farrell and his trusted men alongside the ck Sand Mercenary contingent elicited frustration from Sergeant Dn. Angered by the situation, he muttered,


    "That mother fuker!"


    Nevertheless, he took the responsibility upon himself. Addressing those who had chosen to stay, he told them, "You all can leave; I will stay and take the responsibility."


    With those words, most of the yers quickly departed, leaving only n''s group, who felt rtively secure thanks to their gas masks, and the three Blood Patriot veterans.


    However, it was during this critical moment that Sergeant Dn realized a disconcerting fact. "Where the f**k is n?!" he eximed, his concern growing palpable. "Why the hell did he leave his men?!"


    In the midst of their confusion, a distant voice reached their ears. "I am here... I am here!"


    Sergeant Dn couldn''t hide his frustration any longer. "What the hell, where did you go?" he demanded, his tone a mix of exasperation and relief.


    Without offering an immediate exnation, n made his way directly to the sealed safe, carrying with him a small tank. He addressed Dn urgently, his request clear, "Dn... you must have a drill, don''t you?"


    Dn, slightly bewildered by n''s sudden appearance and request, stammered, "That''s Sergeant for you and... err..? yes... I have... what do you need it for?"


    n didn''t waste any time. He knew Dn well enough to anticipate the military supplies he carried. What he needed was the;


    [Name: Strong Arm Mini Rig]


    [Type: Tools]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effect: To drill hole]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    As nmenced drilling a hole into the thick steel door, the rest of the group watched in a mix of confusion and curiosity. Some, like Vicky and Daniel, couldn''t help but smile at the unexpected turn of events.


    "n, you should bring your team to leave now! Go follow the mercenaries!" Dn once again suggested, concerned for their safety.


    However, n''s response was unexpectedly resolute. "The mercenaries are leaving? That''s good... More reward for us," he remarked, indicating his determination to see the mission through.


    With precise and steady hands, n spent the next two minutes drilling a hole into the thick steel. He took great care not to pierce too deeply and inadvertently break a safety ss inside. When he finished, he turned to Dn and said.


    "Give me some water!"


    Sergeant Dn promptly ordered his men, "Give him some water; it''s freaking hot in here!"


    To the astonishment of everyone present, n poured the water into the hole he had drilled. He then moved swiftly, grabbing a tank he had found in the factory''s utility room and emptied its contents into the same hole.


    Confusion and concern rippled through the group, and someone finally voiced their bewilderment, "What the hell are you doing, n?"


    n took a few steps back and exined his impromptu strategy, "I put water in the locking mechanism and froze it with nitrogen... Now we wait."


    [WMD countdown: 15 minutes]


    As the countdown for the Weapon of Mass Destruction continued, the sealed door suddenly emitted a creaking sound. n''s eyes lit up with determination as he dered,


    "Yes! The lock is broken! Be prepared, Milo!"


    Milo, positioned himself for action. With all his might, he grasped the lever, sessfully turning it to signify that the lock had indeed been opened.


    "Alright, guys, get ready to enter!"

 Chapter 131 Final Battle 9

    <h4>Chapter 131 Final Battle 9</h4>


    As the clock ticked relentlessly, the situation became increasingly dire. Captain Carter, just minutes after her [Guardian g] had expired, was faced with a critical decision. The information on her Gamelink presented her with a dilemma that would determine the fate of many.


    [WMD countdown: 24 minutes]


    [Updating current yers: 2,348]


    [Updating Nazi soldier: 2,451]


    The choice before her was clear: push forward and attempt to seize control of the Nazi Base or retreat immediately to save as many lives as possible. The captain knew that time was running out, and the lives of countless yers hung in the bnce.


    With 24 minutes left on the clock, Captain Carter believed that her team could infiltrate the Nazi Base and potentially secure it. However, the looming threat of the dirty bomb made it clear that there would be no time for a safe retreat if the other team failed to diffuse the bomb.


    After a brief moment of contemtion, she made her decision, her voice ringing out with authority, "All yers without an extra 2500 survival points! Retreat now! For those who remain, let''s clear out this base!"


    A resounding battle cry echoed through the ranks as those chosen to stay prepared to follow their fearless leader. Captain Carter wasted no time, immediately entering the Nazi Base to join forces with Lieutenant Summers and his special forces team.


    Lieutenant Summers led the way, his specialized forces moving with precision and purpose. Each member of the team was a highly trained and experienced yer, well-equipped for the dangerous mission they had embarked upon. Their faces were stern, eyes sharp, and fingers poised on their triggers, ready for any threat that might emerge.


    "This is the main chamber" the lieutenant said


    "What are you waiting for Lieutenant! Proceed!"


    As the wooden door splintered under the force of Lieutenant Summers'' kick, the tension in the air reached its peak. Before themy a room filled with Nazi soldiers, their weapons aimed directly at the intruders. Amanding officer, denoted by her silver eagle insignia, barked orders with a chilling authority.


    [Nazi Major]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: C-]


    [Remarks: The leader of the Nazi invasion]


    The room seemed to erupt with gunfire as bullets rained down on the special forces team. But the seasoned veterans remained remarkablyposed in the face of this deadly onught. Lieutenant Summers took a moment to gather himself, his eyes narrowing with determination. He exchanged his assault rifle for two superior semi-automatic magnum guns [Dessert Eagle], each capable of delivering devastating firepower.


    With a quick and calcted move, Captain Carter tossed a [sh grenade] into the room. The deafening explosion disoriented the Nazi soldiers, momentarily blinding them and throwing their aim into disarray. It was the signal for what came next.


    "Now Go!"


    Activating his special skill, Lieutenant Summers tapped into his enhanced senses, pushing his physical abilities to the limit. In an awe-inspiring disy of agility, he defied gravity itself, running not just along the walls but even up to the ceiling. The world seemed to slow down for him as he unleashed precise magnum shots, each bullet finding its mark with deadly uracy.


    It was a lethal one shot one kill, the Nazi soldiers guarding the door fell, their weapons dropping to the ground.


    As if on cue, the other veteran special forces soldiers stormed into the room, their weapons roaring to life. The air filled with the deafening sound of automatic gunfire as they unleashed a relentless barrage on the remaining Nazi soldiers. It was a devastating assault, and the tide of the battle swiftly turned in favor of the special forces team.


    Captain Carter watched in awe as her elite team demonstrated their unwavering resolve andbat expertise. She knew that this room would be secured in a matter of minutes, just as she hoped for a swift resolution for the other team facing the dirty bomb. The countdown continued, a relentless reminder of the impending catastrophe they were racing against.


    #####


    A mile away from the previous scene, another team was in the midst of their own perilous mission. With the steel door finally unlocked, they were now faced with the daunting task thaty beyond.


    [WMD countdown: 15 minutes]


    Milo''s powerful muscles pulled the lever, causing the massive door to creak open. n wasted no time and, with a determined shout, "Lets go!" led the group through the doorway. In this critical moment, there was no room for hesitation.


    Inside, they were met with a vast chamber that seemed to stretch on endlessly. A dozen Nazi soldiers stood guard around a colossal tank, surrounded by an array of machines andputers. The significance of their discovery was not lost on anyone present.


    Without a moment to lose, shots rang out as the team swiftly engaged the Nazi soldiers. Bullets and gunfire filled the chamber as the group closed in on their adversaries. Their training andbat skills were put to the test as they systematically cleared the area of enemybatants, determination burning in their eyes.


    Amid the chaos, Sergeant Dn wasted no time and dashed towards the nearest machine, his expertise in electronics and machinerying to the fore. He knew that time was of the essence, and the countdown to the Weapon of Mass Destruction served as a relentless reminder. Kenny, with hisputing skills, joined Dn in the race against time, working to operate and potentially disable the machines andputers.


    "I need time!" Dn called out, his focus unwavering as he delved into the intricacies of the Nazi technology.


    Amidst the urgency of their mission, n''s instincts and those of the veteran team led them to believe that there was more to this chamber than just the bomb. Without exchanging words, they shared a knowing look and fanned out to secure the area. What they stumbled upon was another passageway leading to a chamber simr in size to the one housing the bomb.


    As they cautiously entered, they were greeted by the eerieughter of a thin, pale Nazi scientist. "Hahah, you are toote!" he taunted. Their eyes widened in rm as they saw four tubes that had been opened, releasing a thick, ominous smoke. From within emerged four SS elite soldiers, their presence more menacing than ever before.


    n quickly essed their stats, revealing their formidable nature:


    [Super Soldier]


    [Type: Mutant]


    [Rank: C]


    [Remarks: A gically enhanced human]


    Merle, always quick on the trigger, took a shot at one of the mutants, but it seemed to have little effect, only serving to enrage it further. The mutant, with unnatural agility, effortlessly leaped ten meters into the group.


    Before anyone could react, Marcus transformed into his powerful wolf hybrid form and intercepted the mutant, attempting to hold it back. The resulting sh sent shockwaves through the group, as they watched in astonishment as even the formidable wolf hybrid was pushed back by the mutant''s overwhelming strength.


    "Be careful! It''s very strong!"

 Chapter 132 Mutant

    <h4>Chapter 132 Mutant</h4>


    [WMD countdown: 8 minutes]


    As the countdown for the Weapon of Mass Destruction ominously ticked away, the tank containing the dirty bomb began emitting clouds of steam, apanied by a shrill, unsettling sound from the surrounding machines. The tension in the chamber grew even more palpable, adding to the already intense atmosphere.


    The transformation of the four SS soldiers into mutants had revealed their monstrous nature. Upon closer inspection, it became evident that beneath their armored uniformsy bulging muscles, sharpened teeth, and wed fingers. Their ferocious appearance belied their newfound strength.


    Based on Marcus''s struggle in his formidable wolf form, it was clear that these mutants possessed at least a C-level strength. n, drawing from his extensive experience battling simr creatures in the past, estimated their HP to be more than 500. One saving grace was that the mutants showed no interest in using firearms, allowing the yers to respond more effectively.


    Without waiting for orders, all the yers unleashed a torrent of firepower upon the approaching mutants. Sniper headshots, machine gun barrages, and explosive shotgun sts rained down upon them.


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 32 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 18 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 19 damage]


    These mutants annoyingly have three times more defense than the SS, fortunately, this barrage seeded in pushing the mutants back, but it wasn''t sufficient to repel them entirely. Some yers had to engage them in meleebat to hold them at bay.


    n exchanged a quick, knowing nce with Marcus, setting aside their supposed rivalry for the moment. "You veterans can take on two of them," n dered, his tone resolute. "I''ll handle the rest." The battle was intensifying, and n was prepared to confront these formidable foes head-on.


    Jason and Marcus, both in their wolf forms, sprang into action, each targeting one of the mutants. Their agile and powerful attacks aimed to tackle and immobilize their adversaries, preventing them from advancing further. Meanwhile, Merle and Rose focused their efforts on suppressing the other two mutants, maintaining a constant barrage of gunfire to keep them at bay.


    n quickly devised a strategy with Milo, Daniel, and Lieutenant Marsh to maximize their chances of oveing these formidable foes. Their coordinated efforts were essential in this critical moment.


    However, amidst the storm of bullets and chaos, one mutant managed to break through the yers'' defenses. With a terrifying burst of speed and ferocity, it closed the distance to Lieutenant Marsh. Despite the danger, Marsh disyed remarkable bravery, charging in with his hammer. He struck the mutant with a mighty blow, forcing it down to one knee. But the mutant, fueled by its monstrous strength, quickly retaliated, gripping the lieutenant''s shoulder and crushing it with sheer force.


    "Arrghhhh!!!"


    A cry of pain escaped Marsh''s lips as the mutant''s vice-like grip threatened to end his life. It was a dire situation, but just as it seemed that all hope was lost, Rose''s precise sniper shot pierced the mutant''s hand. The intense pain made the mutant release its hold on the lieutenant, allowing n to swiftly pull Marsh away from the creature''s reach.


    n positioned the groaning lieutenant in front of Vicky and urgently instructed her to tend to his injuries. However, Vicky''s initial shock had left her momentarily frozen in fear.


    "Vicky!!"


    n''s forceful shout jolted her back to reality, and she immediately retrieved her [medicated gauze] and began tending to the wounded lieutenant. The actress, though terrified, understood the gravity of the situation and did her best to stabilize Marsh''s condition.


    In the midst of the intense battle, n wasted no time in re-engaging the furious mutant that had attacked Lieutenant Marsh. With the grace of a seasoned warrior, he employed his master sword skills to evade the mutant''s strikes and deliver precise, deadly counterattacks.


    As the second mutant joined the fray, n''s quick thinking and tactical coordination with his team became essential. He designated Milo as the primary defender, relying on his formidable boxing skills to block and absorb the mutants'' blows. Merle provided consistent suppressive fire, keeping the mutants distracted and preventing them from focusing solely on n. Rose and Daniel remained on support, ready to attack whenever any team member was in danger.


    Despite their best efforts, the mutants'' overwhelming strength posed a grave threat. One well-ced strike from the mutants could deplete more than 30 points of n''s HP, and the level 3 radiation penalty made him only able to take five blows before it kills him.


    On the other side of the chamber, Jason and Marcus,cking gas masks, had sumbed to the effects of the level 4 radiation exposure. Their max HP and stamina had been reduced by 50%, severely hampering theirbat capabilities.


    Fortunately, their team had a hidden ace up their sleeve. Sharon, the femalewyer, tapped into her magical abilities and cast a spell on the two wolf hybrids. This spell granted them a much-needed boost to their HP and stamina recovery, providing a lifeline in the midst of their dire circumstances.


    Facing four formidable C-level mutant creatures was proving to be an immense challenge, especially with the majority of the team members suffering from level 3 radiation penalties. n couldn''t help but rue the departure of the ck Sand mercenaries, as their presence would have significantly tipped the scales in their favor.


    Yet, amidst the chaos and danger, n clung to a ray of hope. He recognized the names of the mutants and the unhinged scientist responsible for their creation. His instincts told him that defeating them might hold the key to finally obtaining his elusive third note, a goal he had been relentlessly pursuing.


    As the battle against the mutants raged on, frustration mounted among the yers. Despite half a dozen shes and a barrage of bullets, the mutant remained defiant, refusing to go down. The looming countdown added to their anxiety.


    [WMD countdown: 2 minutes]


    [WMD countdown: 1 minute]


    Desperation filled the room, and a voice finally voiced the fear that had been lurking in everyone''s minds, "We''re not gonna make it, are we!?"


    The tension was palpable, not just among the yers battling within the room but also among the millions of spectators watching the game. Prayers and hopes were directed toward the group of heroes, urging them to halt the countdown and avert disaster.


    [30 seconds]


    [20 seconds]


    Then, a different notification rang out, cutting through the tension like a lifeline.


    [You have sessfully stopped the countdown]


    A wave of jubtion swept through the room as Kenny and Dn, in the adjacent room, celebrated the triumph. The yers inside breathed a collective sigh of relief.


    "We did it!"


    However, their moment of tion was quickly shattered by the seething rage of the Nazi scientist, who threatened, "Huh! We will detonate it ourselves!!"


    In response to hismand, all four mutants abruptly disengaged from the ongoing battle and sprinted toward the adjacent room.


    "No!! Stop them!!" n shouted desperately, realizing the dire consequences if they failed to prevent the mutants from reaching the bomb.

 Chapter 133: Stop It

    As if fueled by an unholy energy, all four mutants responded with fervor to the scientist''s order. Their expressions turned ecstatic, fueled by a shared determination to fulfill their mission at any cost. The team recognized the imminent danger and rushed to intercept them, but the mutants were relentless and theirbined strength proved overwhelming.


    In the chaos, Marcus was thrown into the wall with great force, and Milo crashed to the floor. Two of the mutants sessfully broke through the encirclement and sprinted down the corridor toward the other room.


    Amid this chaos, one yer stood ready to confront the mutants head-on. Despite a broken arm that rendered him incapable of wielding his hammer, Lieutenant Marsh possessed a n. A determined grin spread across his face as he retrieved a grenade and, with sheer determination, pulled its pin with his teeth.


    "Come to me, you freak!!" he shouted defiantly.


    Marsh didn''t throw the grenade immediately; he held onto it, ensuring the timer would allow for maximum impact. With sheer determination and courage, he charged forward and grappled with the mutants, holding them close as the grenade''s timer ticked down.


    KABOOMMM!!!


    "MARSH!!" n shouten.


    The deafening explosion filled the chamber as the grenade detonated, and a collective gasp of shock and fear escaped from the onlookers. With his Radiation HP penalty, Marsh''s life instantly ended in that fiery explosion. However, his sacrifice was not in vain. The st had hurled one of the mutants back, leaving it half-dead and vulnerable.


    Amid the smoke and chaos, Vicky, who had been nearby, acted swiftly. She drove her sword into the mutant''s head with precision, delivering a fatal blow.


    [You have killed the Mutant]


    The other mutant continued its relentless charge down the corridor, its determination unwavering despite the injuries it had sustained. n, determined to stop it at all costs, lunged forward with a reckless [Lunge Strike], aiming to strike at its vulnerable back.


    BAAAMM!!!


    The mutant retaliated with a brutal heavy strike to n''s head, inflicting significant damage.


    [Lethal Strike: Received 64 damage]


    [HP: 72/200]


    The force of the blow sent pain throbbing through n''s head, leaving him in critical condition. He hastily applied [Medicated Gauze] to tend to his injuries, all the while keeping an intense gaze fixed on the mutant as it continued its relentless advance.


    Meanwhile, Sergeant Dn and his two remaining US military soldiers sprang into action, determined to halt the mutant''s progress.


    "Stop right there, you motherf***er!!" Dn shouted, his voiceced with fury.


    A barrage of bullets rained down upon the mutant, but rather than faltering, it only grew more enraged. With overwhelming power, it struck one of the soldiers with its foot, crushing him beneath its weight, and then dispatched another with a powerful arm strike. Both soldiers had sumbed to level 5 radiation, yet they bravely sacrificed their lives in their unwaveringmitment to their orders.


    Sergeant Dn himself was not spared, struck hard and left unconscious on the floor. His high endurance was the only thing that saved him from a fatal blow.


    ROOAAR!!


    The mutant, wounded and nearing the end of its health, channeled itsst reserves of strength into a frenzied effort focused on igniting the deadly bomb. The situation had reached its most critical juncture.


    Kenny stood alone, his heart pounding in his chest as he continued to pull the trigger of his handgun. Each shot reverberated through the chamber, the echoes mixing with his desperate cries.


    BAM!! BAM!! BAM!!


    "Die!! Die!!" Kenny''s voice was filled with a mix of fear, anger, and determination. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he struggled to keep his aim steady. The mutant, wounded and enraged, refused to yield, drawing ever closer to its sinister goal with each relentless step.


    n, ever the stalwart leader, had readied himself to charge once more, to throw himself into the fray with reckless abandon. But fate had other ns. He watched in astonishment as a dark cloud, like an ominous shroud, materialized between Kenny and the mutant. The air grew heavy and charged with an otherworldly presence.


    A young girl''s voice, soft and yetmanding, pierced the tense atmosphere.


    "You trying to hurt Izzie''s friend?! Bad person!!"


    The smoke guardian had arrived, summoned by the mysterious girl, and it wasted no time in taking action. It moved with unnatural grace, effectively blocking the mutant''s advance, its smoky form coalescing to form a formidable barrier.


    The mutant, in its dying throes, struggled against the guardian''s resistance, but it was toote. Its life force waned, and with a final shudder, it sumbed to its injuries.


    [You have killed the Mutant]


    In this critical moment, with the mutant vanquished, n swiftly shifted his attention to the gravely wounded Sergeant Dn. The air was thick with tension as n applied his [First Aid] skill, working diligently to tend to the soldier''s injuries.


    Dn, weakened and disoriented, mustered the strength to ask, "Did¡­ we get... him¡­"


    A soft but reassuring smile crossed n''s face as he replied, "Yes, we did, Sergeant... We did." The relief in his voice was palpable, a testament to the unwavering bond that had formed among the survivors in the face of such dire circumstances.


    As n tended to Sergeant Dn''s injuries, he felt the ever-increasing weight of the radiation penalty. His vision began to blur, and a sense of weakness overcame him. Another notification red in his Gamelink, indicating the severity of the radiation exposure.


    [You have been exposed to 500 Rad]


    [Radiation level four: Max HP -50% & Stamina -50%]


    [128/150]


    It became clear that those without gas masks were rapidly approaching level five radiation, a state that would render them incapable of fighting or even fleeing the contaminated area. The urgency of the situation pressed heavily upon n''s shoulders.


    In a moment of relief, Kenny''s voice broke through the tension. He delivered good news, assuaging their fears.


    "n, I have sessfully disarmed the ignition," Kenny announced, his words carrying a note of triumph. "Even if the tank was breached, only this area will be affected by the radiation."


    The moment was punctuated by another notification, which brought a sense of aplishment.


    [You sessfully locate and stop the Nazi Dirty Bomb]


    [You havepleted D level quest]


    [You received D rank reward x1]


    [You received 2000 survival points, 2000 XP]


    With the immediate threat of the dirty bomb neutralized, and the fact that both Kenny and Izzie''s level and endurance were too low, n quickly directed them to help carry the wounded Sergeant Dn out of the factory to safety, away from the encroaching radiation.


    However, as n raced back into the other room, he was weed by Milo''s anguished screams.

 Chapter 134: Last Minutes

    Upon his arrival in the room, n was met with a harrowing sight. Milo, the boxer, was being mercilessly crushed into the wall by the relentless Mutant. Milo''s fists clenched around the creature, showing his unwavering determination even in the face of certain doom.


    This gives chance for Merle to desperately stab the mutant with hisbat knife, while Daniel swings his axe with all his might.


    On the other side of the room, the dire situation was evident. Sharon and Jasony on the ground, incapacitated and unable to continue the fight. The burden of their survival rested on Marcus, who, in his Wolf form, used his regeneration skill to withstand the Mutant''s ferocious assault and tackle it to the ground.


    With the Mutants being handled, n''s attention shifted to thest remaining Nazi in the room. The Nazi scientist seemingly intent on making a desperate escape, found himself face-to-face with n, who stood resolutely between him and the exit. n aimed his shotgun directly at the Nazi''s head, prepared to deliver the fatal blow. Yet, amidst the tension, n had another objective in mind.


    "Tell me who you are," n demanded, hoping to trigger a bonus mission rted to the elusive [Experiment Note].


    However, just as n was about to press further, Vicky''s voice rang out, carrying a note of distress. "n¡­ Milo... he''s gone." Her sorrow was palpable, as she med herself for being unable to save the boxer, even though she knew he would revive thanks to his extra survival points.


    Distracted by Vicky''s words, n momentarily let his guard down, allowing the Nazi scientist to make a desperate dash for freedom. However, Marcus, in his wolf form, reacted with lightning speed. He lunged at the scientist, striking his chest with razor-sharp ws, and ended the fleeing man''s life with a swift, brutal snap of his neck.


    "NOOO!!" n shouted in frustration at the missed opportunity for information.


    Marcus replied with an annoyed expression. "Why do need you to talk to him?! Finish the mission and go!"


    [You sessfully kill the Nazi scientist]


    [You havepleted E level quest]


    [You received E rank reward x1]


    [You received 1000 survival points, 1000 XP]


    As the notification for the missionpletion shed on the screen, Marcus sprang into action, swiftly collecting his two woundedrades and rushing them out of the danger zone, away from the debilitating radiation level 5. The veterans were all too aware of the dire consequences they would face if they perished in this irradiated environment, suffering a double penalty.


    With the mission sessfully aplished, Merle, another veteran, grew anxious about the escting radiation levels. He urged n to leave as well, but n remained rooted in ce. His body trembled with a mix of excitement and anticipation, for the scientist had inadvertently left behind the item he had been seeking.


    [Experiment note #3: The Instruction]


    [Here are the detailed instructions on how to proceed in turning our best into the proud supersoldiers of the empire....]


    "n, what are you doing? Come on, let''s go!" Merle implored him once more, but n was too engrossed in the discovery of another mission triggered by the note.


    [Hidden mission activated]


    [Create your own Super soldier]


    This new notification propelled him into action, though not toward the exit. Instead, n made his way to the bank ofputers positioned in front of the tubes. As he essed theputer terminal, all four tubes connected to the machines emitted a distinct beeping sound, causing the crimson gunner to pause briefly.


    "n! No! It can''t be!" Merle eximed with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. Yet, n paid him no mind. He was determined to follow the instructions outlined in the note and operate the machine.


    As expected, the reward forpleting the mission was the creation of super soldiers. With four tubes activated, n had the ability to bestow this reward on not one but four yers. However, there were five individuals present¡ªn himself, Merle, Vicky, Daniel, and Rose. The decision on whom to enhance and how remained to be determined.


    "Mr. D, what is going on?!" Daniel and Vicky finally caught up to the conversation, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern wondering what they were discussing at such a crucial time.


    Analyzing the situation swiftly, Merle nominated himself as one of the four recipients of the super soldier enhancement. However, n calmly exined, "Unfortunately, Merle, you''re a veteran, and this won''t work for you." He showed Merle the note, which indicated that the tube wouldn''t be effective for anyone above level 40.


    Merle''s frustration boiled over. "That is freaking bullshit!"


    "We don''t have much time, Merle. I suggest you leave as well before you''re killed by the radiation," n urged, emphasizing the limited time avable. The experiments required 30 minutes toplete, and with the current time constraints, every second counted.


    [34 minutes left until the end of the round]


    [Updating current yers: 2,452]


    [Updating Nazi soldiers: 1,844]


    "Y''all tricking me, aren''t you? Fuk Fuk Fuk!!" Merle''s agitated words echoed in the chamber.


    Without further ado, n ushered everyone inside the tubes, ensuring their safety, and then entered one himself. In truth, he felt a twinge of guilt for deceiving Merle. He had simply believed that the other three individuals needed the enhancement more than the veteran did. However, he was prepared to carry this secret to his grave.


    As the countdown of the game ticked down, so did the countdown of the tubes, and the fate of the four recipients hung in the bnce.


    [You sessfully create your own super soldier]


    [You have sessfully pushed the limit of your body]


    [Plus one bonus attribute to strength]


    [Plus one bonus attribute to agility]


    [Plus one bonus attribute to perceptions]


    [Plus one bonus attribute to enduranced]


    Inside the tubes, n and the three underwent a transformative process. It was a much-anticipated enhancement, offering four valuable bonus attributes. Time seemed to blur as the experiment progressed rapidly.


    Then, almost as abruptly as it had begun, the process came to an end. The tubes opened, releasing n and the others back into the real world.


    As they emerged from the tubes, a notification came waiting for them.


    [Game concluded]


    [Survivors Detected; 2,322]


    [Processing yer data¡­]


    [Calcting yer rewards¡­]

 Chapter 135 Reward

    135 Reward


    In the final half-hour of the game, chaos reigned supreme within the virtual world. The death of the Nazi Major had thrown the enemy forces into disarray, and the fall of their base had only exacerbated their desperation. yers, emboldened by their recent victories, scoured the digitalndscape for any remaining Nazi soldiers.


    The virtual town, once a bastion of enemy forces, became a battleground for the final showdown. yers, both individually and in groups, embarked on thisst mission. Some formed tactical squads, their movements coordinated with military precision. Others chose the path of lone wolves, hunting down stragglers with fierce determination.


    Some aimed to take down any remaining outposts for more rewards, others saw an opportunity to amass more loot, seizing the chance to fill their virtual bags with valuable items and resources that would be useful for the next round.


    With seconds to spare, victory was dered. The remaining yers, both individually and collectively, celebrated their hard-fought triumph. The game had been challenging, but they had emerged victorious.


    [Game concluded]


    [Survivors Detected; 2,322]


    n''s eyes slowly opened, and he found himself back in the familiar 4by4 Virtual Waiting room. The transition from the intense virtual reality to this tranquil environment was almost jarring. He took a precious few seconds to collect his thoughts, basking in the sense of aplishment and relief. A momentter, a series of notifications and messages began flooding his Gamelink, demanding his attention.


    [Processing yer data¡­]


    [Round Two: Human versus Human]


    [Main Quest: Stop the invading Nazi]


    [Quest Completed: 100% (Rating E)]


    [Secondary Quest: Took over the town]


    [Quest Completed: 85% (Rating E>D-)]


    [Bonus Quest: Locate and stop WMD]


    [Quest Completed: 100% (Rating D->D+)]


    [Battle Performance: Very Active (Rating D+> C+)]


    [Exploration Performance: High]


    [Special Rating: Kill a high number of elite monsters (Rating C+> B-)]


    [Final yer Rating: B-]


    n meticulously reviewed each message and notification that flooded his Gamelink. His eyes scanned each line, absorbing the information presented to him. With each message, his sense of aplishment and satisfaction grew, and a triumphant smile gradually spread across his face.


    The highlight of it all was the final evaluation: a B rating. It was a remarkable achievement, one of the highest rankings attainable in the first round of the game. The stark contrast with his previous life couldn''t be more evident. In that earlier iteration, n had struggled to survive, barelypleting the first objective and earning a dismal E+ rank.


    This time, however, the yers had not onlypleted all three objectives but had done so with distinction. The twopleted objectives had boosted all yer''s final ratings significantly. The game''s evaluation system weighed a yer''s contribution to quests, the number of enemies defeated, and exploration, all of which contributed to n''s outstanding performance.


    n understood that he hadn''t received a perfect rank for capturing the town due to his other critical responsibilities: stopping the Dirty Bomb and entering the supersoldier tube. But in hindsight, he considered it a worthwhile trade-off. His efforts had undoubtedly paid off in the end.


    The moment he had eagerly awaited arrived¡ªa notification that read:


    [Calcting yer rewards¡­]


    [Rank: B-]


    [You received Survival Points 8,000 and 8,000 XP]


    [You received: C rank reward 2x]


    [You received: Attribute Enhancement Bonus 1x]


    [Acquired Title: Sword Instructors]


    [Sword instructors: You have a knack for teaching sword skills, increasing the chance to inherit sword skills to other yers, 10% more damage and speed for sword fighting]


    Upon seeing this bonus, n couldn''t help but smile. The "Sword Instructors" title had been earned during his second year in the game when he had be a veteran and started teaching new yers. It was one of the reasons he had dedicated himself to instructing the sword skill to the group of yers he had taken under his wing in this round.


    After absorbing all the rewards and titles, n''s gaze finally shifted to the disy of his Status.


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 31:109550/120000]


    [HP: 310/310]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Spirit points: 70]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Strength: E+]


    [Agility: C]


    [Endurance: D+]


    [Perception: D-]


    [Intelligence: C]


    [Spirit: E]


    [Survival Points: 55750]


    [four attribute points to distribute]


    [You have 2x C rank reward 1x D rank reward 9x E rank reward. 4 x F rank reward]


    [Jobss: Schr]


    [Title: Pyromaniac, Beast Hunter, Sword Instructor]


    ####


    [Equipment]


    [Night Cloak (Superior), Padded Armor (Common), Bearskin Bag (Umon), Luger PO8 ####


    [Inventory]


    [Arming Sword (Common), Sawed-off Shotgun (Umon), Lighter, Painkiller x 2, Antibiotic, Cigarettes, Money $1000, etc]


    ####


    [Common Skill]


    [Unarmed Combat (Novice)]


    [Dagger Weapon (Novice)]


    [Small Firearm (Expert)]


    [Sword Weapon (Master)]


    ####


    [Umon Skill]


    [First Aid (Basic)]


    [Repair (Basic)]


    [Sneak (Expert)]


    ####


    [Unique Skill]


    [Science (Expert)]


    n took immense pride in the results he had achieved during the second round of the game. The substantial number of Experience Points, Survival Points, and rank rewards he had garnered was a testament to his efficient and sessful grinding efforts. It was clear to him that he had made the most of the 14 days allocated for this round.


    As the final moments of the round approached, n received a notification informing him of his imminent departure:


    [You will be teleported to the Transit Area in one minute]


    [5..4..3..2..1]


    A blinding light engulfed him momentarily, giving him the sensation of being lifted off the ground. When the light finally dimmed, he found himself in a new location. This time, it was a room with a balcony overlooking a vast expanse of blue ocean, dotted with enormous vessels. n had arrived at the second round''s transit area, specifically in a private room on a luxury cruise ship.


    [You have arrived at Cruiser 017]


    [yer Poption: 3,352]


    the room:


    13:52


    [Next apocalypse game will start in 72 hours, prepare yourself ordingly]


    n noticed a fluctuation of over 1,000 yers. These were individuals who had died in the game but had umted enough points to revive themselves for the next round. Given the sessfulpletion of mission objectives and the lucrative rewards earned during the raid, most of these yers could afford the 2,500-point penalty for revival.


    Despite the high number of survivors, n knew that there were still over 1,500 yers who hadn''t made it through the second round. However, this round should have yielded the highest number of survivors across the 100 servers.


    Just as thest remnants of the teleportation light faded away, an announcement echoed through the room:


    [Next apocalypse game will start in 72 hours, prepare yourself ordingly]


    [Time Left - 72:00]


    While all yers were granted a well-deserved three-day break, n had no intention of resting. It was time for him to set his next n into motion, as he knew that the next round was fast approaching, and he needed every advantage he could muster.


    #####


    After 14 intense days of watching numerous clips of the apocalypse game rounds, the world''s attention was firmly fixed on the New York server. Unlike most servers, which typically had only a thousand or so survivors left for the next round, the New York server stood out as an exceptional case. Not only did so many manage to survive the grueling round, but they also achieved the remarkable feat ofpleting all three objectives.


    The New York server quickly became a symbol of hope and resilience for people not just in America but all around the world. The heroic leadership of Captain Carter, the formidable ck Sand Mercenary Group, the intimidating Blood Patriots, and the unexpected rise of an underdog militia unit known as the Wolverines, led by just a teacher had captured the hearts and imaginations of many.


    Colonel Weber emerged from a meeting with the president, where he received multiplemendations for sessfully managing the New York server. While it was an honor to be recognized for their aplishments, he couldn''t help but feel a sense of unease. He couldn''t ept the credit, not until he found out who the mysterious man who gave him all the information about the round was.


    The growing fame of this unexpected militia leader called n only fueled Weber''s curiosity further. Determined to uncover the truth and gather more information, Colonel Weber called upon his assistant and said,


    "I need all avable information about this teacher, n d''Angelo, and arrange a meeting with Captain Carter immediately!"


    ####


    Author''s Note,


    This marks the end of the Arch and Volume Two. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter as much as I have. Please feel free to leave me some feedback to help improve the story further.


    Thank you for reading, dont forget to share you golden ticket, will also be epting gift for extra extra chapter, thank you

 Chapter 136 News

    136 News


    The past 14 days had been incredibly exhausting for n. Despite the invitingfort of the luxurious cruise room and its soft bed, he had other priorities. He made his way over to the side table and picked up the telephone.


    A robotic voice chimed in, its tone unwaveringly neutral.


    [Please state the name and number of the person you wish to talk with]


    "Arria D''Angelo, Bellevue Hospital, Room 2603"


    As the phone initiated the call, seconds stretched into eternity. n''s heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing loudly in the silence of the room. Then, finally, the answer came.


    [The person you were looking for is unavable]


    It was perplexing. Arria should have been right next to the phone, but she hadn''t picked up. n tried calling two more times, but the result was the same. The situation was bing more unnerving by the minute, overshadowing the encounters with mutants.


    The phone system allowed unlimited number of attempts, but will not connected unless the intended person answered. n was growing increasingly anxious, his thoughts racing. He decided to called his inws, the McAdams instead. He braced himself for any scolding or reprimand if it meant getting information about Arria. After a few agonizing seconds, the phone was answered, and they immediately recognized his caller ID. However, their tone was far from their usual frustration.


    "n... she... she was having another episode... That poor child..." Their voices carried a mixture of concern, and sorrow, and it was clear that something had gone terribly wrong.


    The news hit n like a heavy blow, the weight of it sinking deep into his chest. He had known that Arria would have her episodes, but this particr incident had caught him off guard. He couldn''t recall it happening in his previous life, especially not at this time. Terrifying scenarios raced through his mind, each one more unsettling than thest.


    "Please look after her..." n''s voice was tinged with desperation as he spoke, but it only seemed to bring out the emotional turmoil in his inws.


    "n, you are her father!... she needed you!! You were supposed to be here for her!!" Their words were filled with frustration and disappointment, and they were not wrong. n''s absence during this crucial time had consequences, and he couldn''t deny it.


    "I am sorry," was all he could say, He allowed them to vent their frustrations, granting them a few more precious minutes of his outgoing call time before giving his apology one more time, asking them to call him back for more news of her and hanging up.


    [You have 5 minutes of outgoing call left]


    To hear such devastating news right after the physically and emotionally draining battle was like a double-edged sword that pierced deep into n''s sanity. It was as if the universe had conspired to test the limits of his endurance. The weight of it all, the memories of death and failure from his previous life, wed at the edges of his consciousness, threatening to consume him.


    His mind was a battleground, and the casualties of his past failures were ghosts that haunted his every waking moment. It wasn''t just Arria''s life that rested on his shoulders. The fate of his friends, his allies, and the hope of the entire world to one day break free from the merciless grip of the game burdened him.


    n knew he needed to regain hisposure. He walked over to the balcony, where the cool breeze ruffled his hair, and the rhythmic sound of waterpping against the sides of the cruise ship provided a soothing backdrop. The serenity of the scene helped him find a moment of respite amid the chaos of his thoughts.


    Sitting down, n decided to engage in [meditation], to clear his mind and find inner calm. He closed his eyes, focusing on his breath, allowing the worries and anxieties to gradually ebb away.


    An hour had passed since n''s meditation, and when the phone finally rang, it felt like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man. Hearing Arria''s voice on the other end was like a soothing balm for his battered soul.


    "Daddy¡­ are you there?" Her voice, though weak, carried a tone of familiarity and affection that he longed for more than anything.


    "Hi, sweet pea¡­ yes, it''s me¡­"


    Her voice, although frail, held a clear sense of joy as she spoke. "Daddy... I saw you¡­ on the TV¡­"


    "You did?"


    "Just a little bit¡­ but you are so cool, Daddy¡­ maybe you can tell the nurse to let me watch some more¡­"


    The warmth of his daughter''s admiration filled n with a sense of pride and happiness. He wished he could grant her every wish, but he also knew the importance of her recovery.


    "No¡­ no¡­ you should listen to the nurse and have a good rest."


    ."Oooo¡­ you sound like a grandma now¡­ no, Daddy, I want to join you¡­ yes, the.. the Wolverines."


    n''s heart swelled with emotion at her determination and spirit. n wished to talk some more, but unfortunately, his time was running out. He said "I need to get going chickpea, but yes, if you want to join me.. You must get healthy first¡­ so listen to the nurses¡­ Ok?"


    "Yes Daddy..."


    "Love you,"


    [Your 10 minutes outgoing call is over]


    n''s heart ached with the desire to hear more from his daughter. He would dly pay a significant amount of his hard-earned survival points for just one more precious minute with her.


    With a deep, heavy sigh, n forced himself to put aside his personal emotions. He needed to shift his focus back to the reality of the next round of the Apocalypse game. The weight of the world''s hope, the lives of his friends, and his daughter''s health rested heavily on his shoulders. He couldn''t afford to lose sight of his mission.


    Determined and resolute, n stood up and walked toward the door, mentally preparing himself for whaty ahead. However, as he opened the door, he was greeted by a surprising sight. Several US military soldiers were waiting for him, their expressions serious and their presencemanding.


    "Mister n, you''re finally out," one of the soldiers said. "Captain Carter wishes to have a word with you."


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    Author''s Note:


    I apologize for the weighty chapter that opens up the new volume. I couldn''t help it; I am a father of two young daughters, so this scene struck a soft spot in me. I hope you enjoy it. Special thanks to Ekii, Wilder6, and Jaden316 for their generous gifts.


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 Chapter 137 Debrief

    137 Debrief


    As n walked out of the room, he was escorted by the military personnel through the ship. They ascended several levels on the cruise deck, eventually arriving at the bridge, where the NPC cruise captain was stationed. From this vantage point, he could fully appreciate the grandeur of the cruise liner.


    The ocean liner was a luxurious vessel of impressive design, with its sleek, white exterior gleaming under the sunlight. Its size was awe-inspiring, stretching several stories high, and it boasted a myriad of elegant balconies and spacious decks. The ship''s exterior was adorned withrge windows, allowing passengers to enjoy breathtaking views of the surrounding sea.


    The air on the deck was fresh and salty, carrying with it the distinct scent of the ocean. The breeze rustled through the ship''s numerous gs and banners, which added a touch of color to the serene blue sky overhead. As n gazed around, he could see yers and NPC crew members going about their business, enjoying the leisurely atmosphere of the cruise.


    The military personnel led n to a small hall adjacent to the bridge. Its strategic location made it an ideal spot to oversee the entire ship, and as a result, it had been converted into a makeshiftmand center. Inside, he found himself surrounded by two dozen officers who had gathered to debrief on the events of the second round. Among them, n recognized Sergeant Dn, Lieutenant Summers, Lieutenant Marsh, Captain Farell and of course themander itself, Captain Carter leading the meeting.


    As the only non-military individual in the room, it became apparent that the military captain had intentionally allowed n to overhear the report and discussion. The atmosphere in the room was charged with a sense of purpose and urgency.


    The officers engaged in a deep and thorough discussion about the events of thest battle, analyzing what had gone well and what could be improved for future missions. n arrived just in time to catch the tail end of the debriefing, but it was enough to understand the gravity of the situation.


    Captain Farell, disying a level of shamelessness, took credit for diffusing the dirty bomb, and n couldn''t help but raise an eyebrow at the audacity.


    Towards the conclusion of the debriefing, the officers presented the grim statistics. Out of the fourpanies, a total of 1,000 men, that had entered the second round, only 680 had survived. The news of the Bravopany''smander not making it was particrly disheartening. There was a suggestion to merge the fourpanies into three, but the decision was deferred by the captain.


    "Give all the men a day off," Captain Carter ordered her tone firm. "We will reconvene to discuss this matter further tomorrow."


    "Yes, Captain," responded one of the officers, and the room began to empty as everyone made their way out, leaving n alone with the female captain.


    "You are the one called n?" Captain Carter inquired, her gaze focused on him.


    "Yes, Captain," n responded, offering a proper salute out of habit. However, the captain couldn''t help but chuckle because n wasn''t a soldier, and saluting was unnecessary for him.


    "I have read the report detailing the contributions you made during the round," she continued. "From the food supplies to the raids, you did some remarkable work, n."


    "Thank you, Captain," n replied, trying to downy his aplishments. "I had the assistance of many skilled yers."


    "You don''t need to be modest, n," Captain Carter insisted, her gaze prating. "I''ve encountered countless yers in my time, but none quite like you. Your sess in looting the Nazi weapon storage, the fire station raid, and the events of thest day... Lieutenant Marsh and Sergeant Dn can''t stop praising your actions."


    "Thank you, Captain. So, am I here for a reward? Is that why you called me?" n asked with a yful tone.


    The room fell silent for a moment as Captain Carter contemted her next words. n sensed that there was more to this meeting than a simple reward, and the captain decided to reveal her intentions.


    "Yes, you will receive a significant reward," she confirmed, her tone serious. "But there''s something I need from you in return. If you can tell me how you managed to aplish all those feats..."


    The captain''s persistence weighed on n as she continued to probe him for exnations regarding his seemingly exceptional knowledge and achievements during the game. Her inquiries delved into how he had known about the weapon storage and the crucial gas masks at the fire station.


    "Can''t you see, n?" Captain Carter asked with a hint of frustration. "You''re one of only a dozen yers in the entire game to reach level 30 by the second round."


    n was acutely aware of the implications behind her statement. In the Apocalypse game, yers who achieved such a high rank were typically backed by powerful military factions or influential groups.


    As a mere science teacher, his rapid rise through the ranks appeared suspicious to outsiders. Fortunately, they only could see his level, if they could see his high stats and skill there really was no getting away from this.


    "I don''t know what kind of secret you''re alluding to, Captain," n replied cautiously, choosing his words carefully to maintain the facade of innocence.


    In response, Captain Carter produced a top-secret folder, a document containing meticulously detailed information about rounds one and two of the game. It included aprehensive strategic n on how to tackle the various challenges and objectives presented by each round. As n nced at the contents of the folder, he recognized it as a copy of the note he had left for Colonel Webber, outlining his strategies and insights.


    "Tell me, n," Captain Carter continued to press, her tone unyielding, "do you have anything to do with this note?"


    n hesitated for a brief moment, all the while feigning surprise and intrigue as he pretended to read the document. "What note is this?" he inquired innocently. "Did someone actually predict the game''s challenges in advance? This is truly remarkable!" He acted as though he had stumbled upon a groundbreaking discovery, his feigned surprise masking the true depth of his involvement.


    Captain Carter was unimpressed by his act, he was after all a teacher, not an actor. Her tone grew sterner as she responded, "Don''t jest with me, n. Someone delivered this note to our higher-ups, and they firmly believe it was you."


    The weight of the situation began to settle on n as he realized that his actions were a little too much, and Colonel Webber was determined to seek answers.


    What do you think n should do? confess or y dumb?


    Avan

 Chapter 138 Identity

    138 Identity


    "Are you the man responsible for this note?"


    There was actually a part of him, the idealistic remnant of his former self, that yearned to believe in the U.S. military''s goodwill, to ce his trust in individuals like Captain Carter, and to consider revealing the truth and working together for a more advantageous third round and beyond. However, the persistent questioning from Captain Carter and the implication that he was the one responsible only solidified his determination to protect his identity.


    Despite the secrets he had shared and the good he had done to save lives, n understood that people would always feared the unknown. They were most likely unable to ept the truth that he had been sent back in time by extraterrestrial beings to participate and cheat their own deadly game. The most probable oue, in his eyes, would involve beingbeled as brainwashed by these alien entities, leading to his capture, interrogation, and a permanentck of trust.


    As a result, n had prepared a carefully crafted response. He continued to feign deep interest in the document, and then shed a warm smile at Captain Carter. "This is truly remarkable, Captain," he remarked, his tone filled with admiration. "I must admit that I can''t take credit for such a scientific masterpiece."


    The unexpected term "scientific" in his response caught Captain Carter off guard. Her expression shifted to one of curiosity and confusion as she asked, "Scientific?"


    n embarked on an exnation, his tone measured and confident. "Well, Captain, in the realm of science, we often seek answers through numbers, drawing upon probability and deductive reasoning to unravel the mysteries before us. I''m sure you''re familiar with these principles."


    With an earnestness that mirrored his passion for science, n began to elucidate his methodology. He described how he had meticulously studied the patterns and oues of the previous games, using probability and deductive logic to forecast the unfolding of the next game. He recounted how the food penalty in the second round had been something he and a young yer on his team, Kenny, had both predicted. This had led him to purchase potato seeds in preparation.


    n went on to exin his approach to identifying the weapon storage, which had emerged as part of an invasion scenario. When he heard about the WMD and its potential radiation threat, he quickly calcted that yers would need protection. Thus, he reasoned that gas masks, which weremonly found in fire stations, would be essential.


    There was a brief pause as the captain absorbed the information, her expression pensive. Before she could articte her thoughts, n interjected, his voice tinged with a sense of introspection. "You may be wondering how a science teacher like me could undertake all of this. I must admit, I surprised myself. But I can confidently say that the driving force behind it all was the sheer willpower of a desperate man."


    The captain had read about n, histe wife, and his ailing daughter. It was indeed the truth that these two individuals had served as n''s primary motivation to triumph in the game.


    Despite her initial skepticism, the totality of n''s argument and the undeniable logic behind it began to sway Captain Carter''s opinion. However, Captain Carter was no pushover; she had risen to her position through abination of smarts and a cautious disposition. She couldn''t be swayed easily. n needed one more piece of persuasive rhetoric to seal the deal.


    He chose his words carefully, allowing his thoughts and emotions to flow freely. "It''s possible that the person who wrote this note employed the same principles of probability and deduction," he proposed. "And even if it wasn''t the case, if this note is part of some kind of twisted plot or jest by the aliens... would that really be a bad thing? Personally, I would seize any advantage, any opportunity, and I would strike a deal with the devil if it meant saving more lives, especially my daughter''s life."


    This emotional outburstid bare n''s genuine feelings about the dire situation he faced. His unfiltered admission of truth resonated with Captain Carter, providing the final piece of the puzzle that satisfied her doubts.


    She couldn''t help but smile, abination of understanding and eptance in her gaze. "n, I agree with you," she conceded. "Given the remarkable uracy of this note, whoever authored it, I n to rely on its guidance once again in the uing round."


    With her agreement, n''s identity remained a well-guarded secret, and Captain Carter''s doubts were effectively put to rest, at least for now.


    "Now, for your reward," she began, "as you heard from the debriefing, I have one vacantpany leader position... What do you think, n? I n to grant you this authority¡ªto lead your ownpany."


    Captain Carter''s offer hung in the air, and the room fell into a contemtive silence. It was an unprecedented proposal, one that defied the usual military hierarchy and protocol. Typically, in the event of amander''s demise, the second-inmand would step into the vacant leadership role, maintaining the established chain ofmand. The idea of an outsider, especially someone with no formal military background like n, taking on such a pivotal position was highly unconventional.


    As the captain borated on her n, it became apparent that her intentions were equally unconventional. She envisioned the newpany beingposed of non-military personnel, with the Wolverines, bolstered by their rising poprity, ying a central role. Captain Carter emphasized that n''s unique abilities, including his analytical skills and problem-solving acumen, could make him an effective leader for this diverse group. Her vision was one of adaptability and independence, where hispany could operate with flexibility to maximize their chances of sess in the game.


    Captain Carter then posed the pivotal question to n, her eyes fixed on him as she waited for his response. "What do you think, n? Are you interested in assuming this role?"


    n couldn''t help but let out a sigh as he considered the offer. While it might seem like a reward to some, he knew that leading argerpany came with greater responsibilities andplexities. His experience had taught him the value of a close-knit, efficient team, and he had no intention of expanding beyond what he could effectively manage.


    "With all due respect, Captain," n began, "I appreciate the offer, but Ick the experience required for such a position. It would be in the best to select a capable leader from one of your marines"


    The captain responded with a warm smile "Tell me, n, have you ever considered the difference between you and one of my Marines? What does it truly mean to be a Marine?"


    n found himself at a loss for words, his brows furrowing as he pondered the question.


    "Being a Marine is amitment to protect those who are weaker or unable to protect themselves. What you did with your militia is exactly what a Marine should do. I am confident that you are perfect for the job."


    n''s mind whirred with thoughts and possibilities. The captain''s words had stirred something within him, something that made him realize that hismitment to protecting others went beyond personal gain or rewards. It became evident that, at the end of the day, n would prioritize the safety and well-being of others over the game rewards.


    With the authority granted to him as apany leader, n could now carry out both objectives more efficiently. He envisioned leveraging military resources and information to tackle the increasingly challenging quests in the game.


    However, he knew that the sess of any mission depended on the team he would lead. With only three days left until the next round, n needed the flexibility to choose his own team members wisely. He voiced this request to the captain, who readily agreed, recognizing the importance of having a cohesive and capable team.


    With a smile, the captain sealed the deal. "I guess it''s settled then. You will lead our fourthpany, the Wolverines Company." She couldn''t help but be amused by the unique name n''s team had adopted.


    "if there is nothing else, you are excuse"


    n couldn''t help but bring up onest matter. With a somewhat mischievous tone, he said, "Hmm, actually, ...there''s the matter of the potatoes that the army hasn''t paid for."


    The captain''s response was a silent, intrigued pause.


    My apology for the long dialogue, what do you think about n decision? anyment will be much appreciated


    Avan

 Chapter 139 Gather Up

    <h4>Chapter 139 Gather Up</h4>


    "Yes, Mr. n, I will send your requestter today," Captain Carter replied, agreeing to settle the matter of the unpaid potatoes as part of their deal. n, in turn,mitted to recruiting yers for the newpany, promising to provide updates during the next day''s briefing.


    With this understanding, n exited the military headquarters, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. He now had an extra item on his to-do list for the uing round: forming and leading the Wolverines Company.


    n was barely out of the room when he encountered Vicky, Daniel, and Luis, who despite their casually dressed; Vicky wore a bathing suit under her shirt, it was clear that they had been waiting for him anxiously.


    "Mr. D, did you get into any trouble?" Daniel inquired, a touch of worry in his voice.


    "n, we came here as soon as we heard," Vicky added.


    Apparently the Mexican chef saw n being escorted by soldiers and decided to call the others. n assured them, "It''s nothing bad, but unfortunately, no break for us just yet. Let''s gather everyone."


    "Wolverines!"


    It took roughly 20 minutes to coax everyone away from the swimming pool, spa, massage areas, and their beds to converge in one of the cruise ship''s function rooms. The Wolverines arrived with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, ready to hear what their leader had to share.


    The Wolverines had assembled, and as n scanned the group, he was relieved to note that none of them had met their end in the second round. The sense of unity and relief that washed over him was palpable.


    "We''re just missing one person," Daniel pointed out.


    "It''s Rose. We can''t find her,"


    Given Rose''s mysterious personality, n decided not to wait for her any longer and began the briefing. However, before he could address the group, Merle, the Crimson Gunner, interrupted him, his face etched with annoyance.


    "What is this about?" Merle demanded, clearly frustrated.


    n cleared his throat and responded, "We''re here to make preparations before the next round." He went on to exin the military''s expectations and their request for the Wolverines to expand into arger unit.


    Most of the group seemed excited about the news, but a few wore expressions of uncertainty. These yers had originallye together due to their mistrust of the government, and this change represented a significant shift in their dynamics. n swiftly rified the flexibility of the new unit, however he admit that this will mean that the Wolverines will y a muchrger role in the next round, emphasizing that while he would prioritize the safety of the group, he couldn''t guarantee it. At this critical juncture, n requested amitment from the Wolverines.


    A silence hung in the room, broken by one dissenting voice. "You can y army general if you want, but me and my boys are out," Merle, the Crimson Gunner, dered, his decision to leave the unit clear and defiant.


    "Are you sure, Merle?" n asked, his toneced with curiosity. He continued, "I have a secret about the next round. Aren''t you interested?" Now that Captain Carter had shared the note with n, he felt morefortable disclosing some of the information. If needed, he could always refer back to the note to support his ims.


    The news about the note''s existence offered the yers a better understanding of why n possessed so much knowledge about the game.


    Unfortunately, n had underestimated the tenacity of the redneck pride. Although Merle hesitated momentarily, he resolutely dered, "Our deal is done. I helped you for one round, and that''s all."


    n couldn''t help but sigh. It was apparent that Merle''s lingering annoyance, particrly regarding the supersoldier tube incident, still colored his judgment. As Merle and his small group of five started to leave, Vicky swiftly moved to stop them, but n gently held her back. "Don''t worry, give him some time to cool off. He''lle around."


    "But how can we expand our numbers without him?" Vicky questioned, a hint of panic in her voice. n had ced considerable hope in her for a leadership role within the Wolverines.


    However, just as anxiety began to ripple through the group about the potential loss of Merle, another group arrived in the room, providing an unexpected solution to their problem. The neer confidently announced, "I heard the Wolverines are having a meeting here."


    It was Lieutenant Marsh, apanied by a few of his soldiers. They were the reinforcements that n had requested from Captain Carter, and she had approved the allocation of Lieutenant Marsh and his squad.


    "I introduce you to our new squad leader," n announced, nodding towards Lieutenant Marsh.


    Marsh, still on his R&R, hadn''t spoken to all his men yet, but he exuded confidence that he could bring in the 50 additional members n had requested.


    "Don''t worry, I''ll bring in the best one," he assured them with a grin.


    Lieutenant Marsh was an ideal choice for the military presence within n''s unit, and he was visibly relieved by this new role within the Wolverines.


    "I''m d to have you with us, Lieutenant," n replied.


    "Please, call me Marsh."


    This new development reassured the Wolverines that they could still move forward and expand their numbers, and all took it positively that their team was growing.


    Afterwards, n provided them with what he referred to as "military intelligence" about what to expect in the next round, including skills and items to prepare or purchase.


    Before dismissed the group to let them enjoy the remainder of their break. He instructed them to spread the word about the Wolverines'' recruitment event, urging interested candidates to gather on the deck before sundown.


    As the group began to disperse, Vicky approached n with her usual charming smile and said, "Now that you''re not busy, would you apany me shopping?"


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 Chapter 140 Shopping

    <h4>Chapter 140 Shopping</h4>


    Vicky''s irritation was palpable as Luis announced her shopping ns with n to the group. She eximed, "Why are you all joining as well? It''s a three-day break! You can always shop tomorrow!" Her disapproval was directed at Luis, who seemed to be the instigator, but it didn''t deter the others ¨C Daniel, Milo, Kenny, and Izzi ¨C from joining in on the shopping spree.


    Just when the shopping ns couldn''t seem to get worse, n invited Marsh and Bill to tag along, citing an important coordination matter. This further disrupted Vicky''s expectations.


    However, Vicky''s annoyance quickly dissipated when Izzi, always considerate, chimed in with, "Sister, you don''t want Izzie toe with you?"


    Vicky backtracked immediately, dismissing her initial irritation. "No, Izzie, of course not. I was just kidding." Despite her reassurance, her eyes still held a lingering re at Luis.


    The group made their way towards the mid-deck of the cruise, a section bustling with various shops. These onboard shops resembled the facilities found in port towns, albeit on a smaller scale. Each one a beacon of temptation for the survivors fresh from thetest round of the Apocalypse game. It was a shopping haven, a respite from the challenges they had faced.


    It was clear that excitement and anticipation danced in their eyes. They had umted a substantial number of survival points and rank rewards during their previous round, and the prospect of spending these resources in the various shops was tantalizing.


    n, offered a gentle reminder, saying, "Remember, don''t waste your points on something you don''t need." However, his words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Vicky eagerly pulled his arm and dragged him towards a shop with a sign that read "Job ss."


    "This one!" she said enthusiastically. In thest town, Vicky had been just a level short of acquiring this job ss upgrade, so she was clearly excited about the prospect.


    They were greeted by a beautiful NPC. Her warm smile added to the sense of anticipation as she weed them, saying, "Good afternoon, yers. Are you here to acquire your first job? You may enter if you have reached level 10."


    [n D Angello - Level 31: 109,550/120,000]


    [Victoria Collins - Level 27: 54,650/60,000]


    [Milo Tagliano - Level 26: 48,380/50,000]


    [Daniel Judge - Level 25: 44,220/45,000]


    [Marshall ''Marsh'' Weimer - Level 25: 43,520/45,000]


    [Kenny Reese - Level 24: 39,280/40,000]


    [Isabe ''Izzie'' Montague - Level 24: 37,130/40,000]


    [Luis Pena - Level 23: 34,100/35,000]


    [Bill Rhoades - Level 21: 25510/28000]


    n observed the dynamics among hisrades. He, Milo, Daniel, and Marsh already had their job sses selected back in Port Town, so the choices today rested in the hands of Vicky, Luis, Bill, Kenny, and Izzie. These five were the ones who hadn''t undergone their job ss change yet.


    As Vicky remained deep in contemtion, Luis approached n with an eager expression. "Which one should I choose, Senor n?"


    n took a moment to consider Luis''s options. For Luis, he could rmend either the [Schr] ss, which would grant him additional intelligence attributes and stamina, benefiting his culinary skills and support capabilities, or the [Rogue] ss, which would boost his agility, making him more adept atbat while still supporting the group. It was a choice between specialization and versatility.


    Without much hesitation, Luis made his decision. "Rogue it is!" His excitement for action and adventure had always been a defining characteristic, and this ss choice reflected his eagerness to dive headfirst into the thick of things.


    [Congrattions, You are now a Rouge]


    When the name entered his game link status, Luis couldn''t help but smile and say, "Is ''rogue'' the same as ''thief''? Ay No!, my Nana will kill me!"


    Bill the CEO, on the other hand, exhibited a contrasting demeanor, opting for the [Schr] job ss, as per n''s rmendation. He had no ns for direct action and intended to focus on a supporting role.


    When it came to Izzie, Kenny stepped in to assist her in making her selection. Considering her affinity for magic and her overall safety, they chose the [Acolyte] job ss to further enhance her magical abilities.


    As for Kenny himself, he picked the [Knight] ss, a surprising choice that caught n''s attention. It left him wondering whether Kenny''s decision was influenced by the information about the uing round that n had shared with him earlier.


    Amidst the variety of job ss options, Vicky found herself torn between two choices: the [Soldier] ss, which would enhance her firearm skills, and the [Acolyte] ss, which would allow her to delve into the realm of magic. With genuine confusion in her eyes, she turned to n for guidance.


    n took the time to address her dilemma, considering her unique [Gifted] skill. He exined that unless she intended to be a specialized magic user, choosing [Acolyte] might not be necessary. Her innate talent allowed her to excel in various areas without the need for a magic-focused ss.


    Vicky contemted his words and asked, "So, which one do you think suits me best, n?"


    Taking a moment to ponder her character and capabilities, n made his suggestion. "You like fighting with swords, right? I''d rmend choosing [Knight]. Plus, I might have something special in mind for you in the next round."


    The word "special" seemed to resonate with Vicky, and she quickly settled on the [Knight] ss. n anticipated a secret quest tailored to her, and even if it didn''t pan out, the added HP and defense buffs that came with being a knight could significantly contribute to her survival in the game.


    With everyone having made their job ss selections, Vicky turned her attention to n and inquired, "What about you, n?"


    As a yer who had surpassed level 30, n had the unique opportunity to choose a second basic job from the pool: [Knight], [Warrior], [Rogue], [Acolyte], or [Soldier]. Alternatively, he could explore advanced job ss options. He approached the machine panel, and a message shed before him.


    [Detecting potential Advanced job ss]

 Chapter 141 Advance Job Class

    <h4>Chapter 141 Advance Job ss</h4>


    "You are eligible for an advanced job; here are the options avable for you," said the beautiful NPC as soon as the panel finished processing.


    [Job Name: Crafter]


    [Type: Advanced]


    [Intelligence + 1, Agility + 1]


    [Passive Skill: Deft Hand]


    [Increases crafting efficiency and quality by up to 30%]


    [Prerequisites: Intelligence D, Schr job ss]


    [C reward + 10,000 Survival Points]


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    [Job Name: Strategist]


    [Type: Advanced]


    [Intelligence + 1, Perception + 1]


    [Passive Skill: Critical Thinking]


    [Increases the sess rate for any intelligence-based task by up to 30%]


    [Prerequisites: Intelligence D, Schr job ss]


    [C reward + 10,000 Survival Points]


    Both options presented to n were extensions of his existing [Schr] job ss, and while they had their merits, neither truly piqued his interest.


    The first choice, the [Crafter] job ss, offered a special skill called [Deft Hand], which could significantly enhance the quality and statistics of items he crafted. For example, it could result in weapons with increased damage output or armor with superior defensive properties. It had the potential to make him a master craftsman, capable of producing top-tier equipment. It had the potential to make him a master craftsman, capable of producing top-tier equipment, but it didn''t align with the unique skill set and goals he had in mind.


    The second option, the [Strategist] job ss, came with the passive skill [Critical Thinking]. This skill was more oriented toward problem-solving and nning. It would undoubtedly be useful for executingplex tasks like operating heavy machinery or defusing explosives, improving the sess rate of such actions. While it held potential for tackling various challenges in the game, it didn''t cater to n''s vision for his character''s development.


    n had been expecting the third option, not an advanced job ss but a higher level one, a special job ss. When it finally appeared, he couldn''t help but feel a surge of excitement.


    [Detecting potential Special job ss]


    [Job Name: Inventor]


    [Type: Special]


    [Intelligence + 1, Perception + 1, Agility + 1]


    [Passive Skill: Research & Development]


    [Increases the sess rate for any intelligence-based task and crafting quality by up to 30%]


    [Prerequisites: Intelligence C, Schr Job ss, Expert in Science]


    [C reward + 10,000 Survival Points]


    The job ss that n decided to take, the [Inventor], was a uniquebination of the benefits from both the advanced job sses he had been presented with earlier. What made it special was his possession of unique science skills, which set him apart from other yers and qualified him for this exceptional path.


    He had initially chosen the [Inventor] job ss during his second year at level 70 when he began toprehend the advantages of crafting. However, he felt he had started crafting a littlete into the game. Now, he intended to change that by diving into crafting early on in the next round, with an ultimate goal in mind.


    Though the [Knight] job ss was tempting, as it would be immensely useful for the uing round, n had set his sights on a more ambitious objective.


    As the beautiful NPC instructed, n positioned himself on an individual tform, ready to receive his new job ss. Once inside the tform, a notification popped up on his game bracelet. The tform beneath him began to glow brightly, and an electrifying sensation surged through his body. Shortly after, another notification appeared.


    [Congrattions, You are now an Inventor]


    [Intelligence: C] +1 [C > C+]


    [Perception: D-] +1 [D- > D]


    [Agility: C] +1 [C > C+]


    [You learned a new Passive skill -R&D]


    Exiting the ce with a new sense of purpose and excitement, the group couldn''t help but feel invigorated, especially Victoria, who had just received her first Job ss as a Knight. She beamed with pride and said, "You should all call me Lady Victoria!" Her enthusiasm was contagious, and the group couldn''t help but chuckle and oblige her request.


    As they began discussing n''s n, Vicky intervened, insisting that they make a pit stop at the bar across the street before going anywhere else. "Wait, you''re not going anywhere without going there first!" She pointed at the local pubs, and the idea seemed to ignite a spark of anticipation among the group.


    "Let''s go, Mister D!" Daniel eagerly joined in, clearly excited by the prospect. The entire group had just concluded a grueling 14-day battle, and the idea of rxing with a refreshing drink held immense appeal.


    As they entered the bar, an NPC bartender was quick to assist them, taking their orders for various beverages ¨C beers, whisky, rums, and a ss of milk for Izzie. Vicky generously announced, "Lady Victoria is buying! Order anything you want!"


    With their drinks in hand, they gathered and raised their sses in a toast.


    "Cheers, Lady Victoria!"


    The atmosphere was buzzing with the joy of the moment. As they indulged in their drinks, the group''s spirits soared, and they began to light up the pce with music and dancing. The celebratory vibe drew the attention of other yers, and soon the ce was teeming with more yers who recognized them as the Wolverines militia. The gathering evolved into an impromptu Wolverines celebration, as yers from various backgrounds joined in the revelry.


    An hour flew by, and the pce was now brimming with life. Several dozen Wolverine members had gathered, filling the venue with vibrant energy. The final group to arrive was the Crafter team, led by Marie, Shamus, and Gus, along with their crew. The two Russian farmers also made their entrance, adding to the festivities.


    As the day progressed, the bills for the substantial number of orders began to pile up, causing Vicky to grow increasingly concerned. However, before the bartender could note the orders, n reassured her, saying, "Don''t worry, I''m paying today." His gentlemanly gesture was met with a beaming smile from Vicky, who promptly looped her arm through his. Yet, as soon as he settled the bill, n announced, "Enjoy the party." It appeared that he had other ns.


    Vicky, taken aback, eximed, "Where are you going? The party won''t be the same without the leader!" n proceeded to exin that he had a prior arrangement in ce with Bill and the Crafter team. Vicky, not one to be left behind, promptly dered, "Okay, the party is over. I''m leaving too." The rest of the group followed suit as n led them towards the busiest street, where the huge item shops were.


    With a subtle nod from n, Bill took the lead and began to shout enthusiastically,


    "Items on sale! Items on sale! Swords, armor,e and buy at our Wolverines shop!!"


    x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 142 Middle Man

    <h4>Chapter 142 Middle Man</h4>


    During their briefing earlier today, n had instructed the crafter team to make the most of the materials they had avable to craft additional weapons and armor. n also advised everyone to collect their basic gear, including the [Steel Sword], [Wood Shield], and [Leather Vest].


    Many were confused by n taking their weapons and armor, but n assured them that he would provide better onester on.


    Over fifty sets of these items were collected and transported to the bustling street for sale.


    "Buy now!! Wolverine''s set gear!! Half price, only 500 survival points per set!"


    Bill''s enthusiastic shout attracted the attention of passing yers. The price he was offering was incrediblypetitive, especiallypared to the cost of simrmon weapons and armor, which would exceed 1000 survival points in the official game item shops located behind them. The discounted prices instantly piqued the interest of potential buyers.


    While Bill continued to announce the deals, other members of his crew began to spread rumors throughout the crowd. They imed that bullets would be exceedingly scarce in the uing round and emphasized the importance of having reliable melee weapons and armor.


    Although this information wasn''t officially confirmed by the military, the Wolverines'' reputation and the affordability of their weapons were sufficient to persuade some yers to make purchases.


    The street transformed into a bustling marketce as yers eagerly approached the makeshift stall. Some inspected the weapons, checking their weight and bnce, while others tried on the leather vests for size. The excitement in the air was palpable, as both the Wolverines and the buyers recognized the significance of these transactions.


    Bill''s announcement wasn''t limited to selling their finely crafted weapons and armor; it included another enticing offer that showcased his business acumen. With a confident smile, Bill ryed a message that intrigued the passing yers even further.


    "Wolverine shops ept to buy any of yourmon items at a higher 3%. the item shop would buy for you, buy any item from us with 3% cheaper price."


    This was the moment when Bill''s unique skill, came into y. He had invested all his hard-earned rank rewards into upgrading this skill, making him an adept merchant in the world of the game.


    [Mercantile (Expert)],


    [You are able to buy and sell items at the shop with 5% discounted rate]


    The skill allowed him to buy and sell items at the shop with a 5% discount rate, turning him into a profitable middleman.


    To kickstart this venture, Bill required solid capital, which n graciously provided by lending him 30,000 survival points. The businessman was prepared to take calcted risks to establish the Wolverines as trusted and reputable sellers within the game.


    The agreement they had reached was clear: the profits generated from this endeavor would be divided amongst the key stakeholders. Bill and n would share the 1% gain. The remaining 1% was designated for the Wolverines'' unity as a collective effort. Bill''s ambitions didn''t stop here; he longed to enhance his unique skill further, potentially reaching the master or grand master level if more tank rewards came their way.


    This multifaceted approach aimed not only to bolster the Wolverines'' coffers but also to solidify their name in the game, increasing their influence and credibility. With their gear on high demand and their reputation as honest traders growing, the Wolverines were carving a unique path to sess within the deadly game they yed.


    As the shop began filling up with eager yers, the Wolverines'' business strategy bore fruit, making the [Item Shop] appear like a less appealing choice for most yers. n had calcted that approximately 2,000 yers would spend an average of 1,500 survival points each in the shop. With this estimate in mind, they anticipated a total expenditure of 3,000,000 survival points, which meant that the shop would gain a substantial 60,000 survival points in profit.


    However, n had more tasks for the CEO besides their primary sales operations. One important responsibility was negotiating favorable deals for special umon items. At this stage of the game, these umon items were still unavable for purchase in the regr shop, and yers were unwilling to sell them due to the exorbitant 40% price penalty. It was here that Bill''s business acumen became invaluable as he haggled with yers to secure these unique items at a reasonable price, effectively treating them as valuable stock to be resold at ater point for a significant profit.


    This additional facet of their strategy aimed to establish the Wolverines as both sellers and collectors of rare, umon items, strengthening their presence in the game''s marketce and creating a robust economic ecosystem within their group.


    One more crucial task n had entrusted to Bill and his team was to maintain a steady stock of allmon metal items, emphasizing items with the lowest price but heaviest weight. This included things like hammers, metal shields, and other such items. Under these specific conditions, Bill and his team were unlikely to leave the shop even for a moment, ensuring the Wolverines'' presence and profitability in this thriving marketce.


    "Alright, good luck!"


    Satisfied with how their shops were performing, n prepared to leave the bustling street. However, as he was about to depart, he noticed Marcus and his group of 200 Blood Patriots passing through the same street.


    Tensions seemed to escte for a brief moment as the Wolverines and Blood Patriots exchanged stares. Both groups were well aware of each other''s capabilities and reputations, and their encounters were always filled with unspokenpetition, as each aimed to prove the superiority of their approach to the deadly game they were trapped in.


    Marcus their leader, however, didn''t appear to be seeking trouble. Instead, he led his group to a shop situated at the corner of the street.


    Vicky, brimming with curiosity, couldn''t resist asking, "Where are they going?" n, fully aware of their destination, summoned his group to follow him to the same ce ¨C a new shop that had not been avable in the port town: the [Bloodline Gene Shop].

 Chapter 143 Bloodline Gene

    <h4>Chapter 143 Bloodline Gene</h4>


    [Bloodline gene shop]


    Located at the street corner, this shop was a hub of activity, crowded with Blood Patriots and several other yers. The shop was a popr destination because upgrading bloodline genes was widely recognized as one of the most effective methods to boost one''s strength in the game. Thus, it drew the attention of numerous yers eager to enhance their abilities.


    "Let''s push in!!" Vicky urged impatiently, demonstrating her eagerness to explore the shop.


    Upon entering the shop, the atmosphere changed dramatically. Instead of a typical store, it felt more like a high-tech research facility. The surroundings were illuminated with sterile, bright white lighting, lending an almost clinical feel to the ce. Elongated, translucent tubes lined the walls, each containing the preserved remains of various animals submerged in vibrant, colored fluids. These macabre disys created a striking visual contrast against the sterile, antiseptic environment.


    A female NPC, wearing ab coat, appeared before them. Her paleplexion starkly contrasted with her long, curly ck hair and dark clothing. Her voice tinged with an air of detachment, conveyed a chilly wee.


    "Wee to the bloodline gene shop, yers."


    As the group ventured further into the shop, they were greeted with an array of panels, each disying unique offerings that invited exploration.


    The Bloodline Gene Shop unveiled a selection of five fundamental bloodline genes, each one tied to distinct advantages and attributes. The yers were presented with these options, each offering unique benefits:


    [Bloodline: Mammals Gene]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Strength +1]


    [Increases stamina regeneration by 10%, increases carrying capacity by 30%]


    ####


    [Bloodline: Reptiles Gene]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Agility +1]


    [Increases movement speed by 10%, increases heat and cold resistance by 30%]


    ####


    [Bloodline: Amphibian Gene]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Endurance +1]


    [Increase stealth by 30%,? increase poison & radiation resistance by 30%]


    ####


    [Bloodline: Fish Gene]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Intelligence +1]


    [Increase swimming speed by 50%, increase water breathing length 3x]


    ####


    [Bloodline: Bird Gene]


    [Type: Basic]


    [Perception +1]


    [Increases jump range by 50%. Decrease falling damage by 75%]


    yers were only permitted to select one of these basic-level gene upgrades, and their choice would be permanent and unchangeable. However, the road to unlocking these unique abilities wasn''t an easy one. Each gene upgrade had stringent prerequisites:


    [Prerequisite: Level 20, D Endurance, D-rank reward, and 5,000 survival points]


    For many yers, obtaining these prerequisites meant investing a considerable portion of their hard-earned survival points.


    Achieving the power of transformation, akin to Marcus, the Blood Patriot leader, would require yers to reach the advanced gene upgrades, which came at an even greater cost.


    Given the rtively modest advantages these basic gene upgrades provided inparison to job ss, the gene upgrades were seen as a secondary luxury¡ªan add-on only affordable to wealthier yers.


    n also reminded the group that these gic upgrades came at a significant cost. Most notably, yers who chose to upgrade their bloodline genes would forfeit their ability to perform magic.


    For many, the decision was not taken lightly, and some chose to dy the upgrade, hoping for better opportunities in future rounds. However, as the game progressed, the avability of other valuable upgrades and items wouldpete for their survival points and rewards, making it a challenging decision.


    However, the Blood Patriots operated under different rules. Marcus insisted that his faction members select the much-popr [Mammals Gene], driven by a secret linked to its advanced bloodline, the [Wolf Gene].


    Conversely, the Wolverines, under n''s leadership, had the autonomy to choose their own path and build their characters as they saw fit. The sess of their second-round grind had left each member with an abundance of points and rewards, making these gene upgrades more essible and tempting.


    Daniel for example had acquired a substantial number of rewards and survival points during the second round. His umted rewards included a total of [1x C-rank reward, 2x D-rank reward, 3x E-rank reward, and 2x F-rank reward]. This, along with the over 25,000 survival points earned during the round, gave him an impressive pool of resources to work with.


    His situation was quite simr to the small team that had embarked on the final mission with n. As for the other members of the Wolverines still have an average of [3x D-rank rewards, 4x E-rank rewards]. Even after using one D rank reward for the job ss upgrade, they still had plenty of resources at their disposal for blood gene upgrades or other enhancements.


    While they had resources in abundance, n remained firm in reminding them to use their points wisely. He emphasized the importance of optimizing their capabilities for the uing challenges and also advised them to set some points aside for survival, ensuring they made prudent decisions to ensure their sess.


    "Alright, which gene will you all be getting?" n asked.


    "No, not for me!" Vicky said.


    Vicky was particrly keen on mastering magic and had no interest in transforming into something furry or slimy. The thought of adopting a bloodline gene that included such transformations was a big pass for her. Kenny, who shared his enthusiasm for magic with Izzie, also decided to steer clear of the bloodline gene. Their focus was on honing their magical abilities, and this was where they wanted to invest their resources.


    In contrast, other members of the Wolverines were more inclined to embrace the bloodline gene upgrades. The most popr choice among them was the [Mammals gene], which appealed to yers like Daniel, Milo, Marsh, and even Luis due to its carrying capacity buff. Some of the crafters leaned towards the fish gene for the intelligence boost it offered.


    At this juncture, n had a precise n in mind. He directed Marsh to handpick a small group of his soldiers, forming specialized units, each focusing on different bloodline genes: birds, fish, and amphibians. These units were designed for scouting purposes, with one geared for mountainous terrains, another for maritime exploration, and the third for covert operations into enemy territory, thanks to its enhanced stealth abilities.


    "Marsh, we don''t needrge numbers. At least five soldiers in each unit will suffice," n emphasized.


    "Understood. I''ll get it arranged," Marsh replied with a determined nod.


    As the Wolverines made their selections, Vicky let out a wistful sigh. "It''s too bad we can''t have the best of both worlds ¨C the bloodline gene and magic. I would''ve loved to try swimming with that fish gene."


    Hearing this, n couldn''t help but secretly smile. He actually knew that there was a way to make it possible, but the timing for such a venture would have to wait for the future.


    x x x x x

 Chapter 144 Supplies

    <h4>Chapter 144 Supplies</h4>


    "n!! n!! Where is he!?" Vicky was fervently searching for n to buy some skills and items, even to learn spells. However, n was nowhere to be found.


    Just moments earlier, an army soldier had delivered a message indicating that his request to Captain Carter was ready for collection, and he had been summoned to a military facility.


    "About time," n muttered as he quickly gathered Luis and the three crafters, Shamus, Marie, and Gus, to apany him. "Senor n, where are we going?" Luis inquired.


    The group made their way through the massive cruise ship, passing bustling yers engaged in various activities. The environment shifted as they descended below decks. The corridors became narrower, and the lighting less vibrant, as they delved deeper into the ship''s underbelly.


    They finally arrived at a designated facility, one of the below-deck storage rooms that had been transformed into a military supply center. The ce was filled with crates, barrels, and all manner of military gear and loot. The atmosphere was distinctly more utilitarianpared to the cruise ship''s luxurious upper decks.


    Inside, they encountered Sergeant Murphy, who belonged to the same supporting unit as Sergeant Dn, although he was not the usual person they dealt with. Murphy was there to handle their request and had an air of efficiency about him.


    "You are n? You came for the stuff?" he asked.


    "Yes, I am," n confirmed.


    "Alright, follow me," Murphy instructed.


    n followed Sergeant Murphy into one of the newly arranged supply rooms. Inside, the space was crammed with an assortment of items: firearms, melee weapons, clothing, food, and more, all marked as mon] items. However, upon closer inspection, it became evident that most of these items were in a state of disrepair, damaged, or of the lowest quality. The room contained no ammunition, explosives, or anything particrly enticing, not even for someone as resourceful as Luis.


    The eclectic assortment of items included a typewriter, a guitar with missing strings, a roll of duct tape that was almost empty, a battered ashtray, a half-broken umbre, tattered pillows, an oven mitt with a hole in it, a half-used bag of cement, a worn-out teddy bear, a dented cooking pot, an old camera, a nearly empty container of fertilizer, a tarnished gold watch, a bar of soap, a single pen, a deted basketball, an almost-empty gas canister, a rusty toaster, and even a toy car. The group was baffled by the seemingly useless collection.


    "These are all junk!" Luis eximed, his disappointment evident. However, n''s reaction was entirely unexpected.


    n, on the other hand, was oddly enthusiastic. Sergeant Murphy handed him a pad with a list of 300 mon] items that n needed to sign off on.


    "These are all yours now," Murphy exined.


    The crafters, who had initially been bewildered, were now stunned. n had just acquired over 300 seemingly worthless items, and it was clear that he had something specific in mind.


    n noticed the perplexed expressions on the faces of the crafters and decided to rify the situation.


    Unlike the Blood Patriots, the military has a different way of acquiring resources. They don''t take daily survival points from their members. Instead, when ites to the spoils of war, they im a share. Soldiers get the first pick and can choose one or two extra items, but the bulk of the loot goes to the support units.


    Once the battle is over, the support units are responsible for managing the loot. They prioritize the essential and high-grade items, such as ammunition and explosives. Next, the squad leaders go through these items to resupply the army. Whatever is left, the unwanted or low-quality gear ends up in a storage room like this one.


    These items were what he requested from Captain Carter in exchange for the 10,000 portions of potatoes, which were worth 50,000 survival points.


    The sergeant bid them farewell, but n couldn''t let him leave without reminding him of something important.


    "Wait, I think you might be forgetting something," n said, his tone polite but firm.


    The sergeant furrowed his brow and then chuckled as he realized his oversight. "Ah, yes, my apologies. Almost forgot about this," he admitted.


    With great care, the sergeant retrieved a small, unassuming ck box from his pocket. The box was clearly of significance, evident in the way he handled it. He handed it to n, a warm smile on his face.


    "The captain seems to hold you in high regard to have granted you this item,"


    Luis couldn''t contain his excitement and joked, "It looks like a ring box... it''s not an engagement ring, is it?"


    As the box was opened, it indeed revealed a ring, prompting a surprised reaction from the group.


    It was an incredibly valuable artifact, one that was at the top of n''s wish list. It was an item that had only been avable in the final town of the game, and its rarity made it even more desirable.


    [Name: Spatial Ring]


    [Type: Utility]


    [Rarity: Unique]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effect: Able to store an item, size 3x3 meters]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remark: Just like in a wuxia Novel]


    This Spatial Ring had been a coveted item, priced at a steep 25,000 survival points in the final town. This particr piece of equipment was now in n''s possession, a gift from the military, and its potential applications were vast and intriguing.


    The New York server''s military had held only four of these remarkable [Storage Rings], using them to manage their vast inventory of loot from battles. However, the captain had decided to part with one of them and bestowed it upon n.


    With the [Storage Ring] now in his possession, n was eager to put it to use. He systematically began packing the supplies in the room. It was almost like a magic trick as he stowed weapons, clothes, food, and all manner of equipment inside the small, unassuming ring.


    Once the task waspleted, instead of returning to the bustling upper deck of the cruise ship, n took hispanions to a nearby vacant room, with a small window that he imed as his own. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he looked at Luis and the three crafters and shared his intentions.


    "What are we going to do, Senor n?" Luis inquired, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.


    n responded to their queries with a wide, confident grin. "Crafting, what else!"


    The crafters looked at each other, the prospect of unlocking the potential of their newly acquired items and weapons had the team brimming with excitement and anticipation.

 Chapter 145 Master Crafter

    <h4>Chapter 145 Master Crafter</h4>


    Before diving into the grand undertaking, it was time for n to invest in his skills to further his capabilities. With a precise n in mind, he allocated two of his precious attribute points to enhance his Intelligence. The glowing feedback from the interface indicated the sessful upgrade:


    [Intelligence: C+] +2 [C+ > B-] [B- > B]


    Bolstered by the improved Intelligence, n turned his attention to his unique skill.


    [Science (Master)]


    [Rarity: Unique]


    [More effective in science-rted tasks]


    [Prerequisites: Intelligence B]


    [Cost: 10,000 survival points and 1x Rank C reward]


    [Proceed?]


    He knew this skill''s potential and effectiveness in science-rted tasks was pivotal for his future ns. Unwavering, n confirmed the expenditure with a simple "Yes."


    [You have spent 10,000 survival points and 1x Rank C reward]


    [You gained proficiency in [Science] - Expert to Master]


    This elevation took him to the highest level of proficiency he had achieved in this skill in his previous life, and he had specific ns for utilizing these newfound advantages in the uing round.


    Once the upgrades were secured, n rallied the group tomence their crafting venture. Setting up a worktable, he meticulously sorted through the vast array of 300 mon] items that the military had allocated. The task at hand was a monumental one, and n efficiently organized the items into four distinct categories: metals, cloth, food, and misceneous.


    Their haul was predominantlyprised of metals mostly edge weapons and firearms, ounting for around 50% of the items, while cloth items made up approximately 20%. The remaining 30% consisted of assorted objects deemed as junk. n was undaunted by this ssification, as he meticulously inspected and collected some of the seemingly insignificant items: metal pipes, bolts, screws, and a cement mixture.


    n''s inventive spark ignited as he meticulouslyid out his vision for the uing project. "I think I have all I need," he dered to the group, ready to embark on the next phase. Leaving the room behind, he ventured into the cruise''s engine room, scouring the area for a specific item. After a bit of searching, he located a massive metal propane tank, standing at a towering 2 meters in height and with a 70-centimeter width.


    With the hefty tank strapped to his back, n set out to explore the lower deck of the cruise, only to find himself confronted by a familiar figure ¨C Sergeant Dn. The military man couldn''t help but question n''s puzzling activities, demanding,


    "What the hell are you doing, n?"


    n''s confident grin was his response. "Just the person I need. Follow me, and please bring your tools along."


    Sergeant Dnplied, bringing with him the US military supply of tools.


    [Name: Power Drill]


    [Type: Tools]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effect: To drill holes]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    And the second tool, equally vital for the task at hand:


    [Metal Cutter]


    [Type: Tools]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effect: To cut metal]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    With these tools at their disposal, n was poised to bring his innovative creation to life.


    "What are you making, n?" Sergeant Dn inquired, curiosity piqued by the unusual project. n responded with a contented smile as he deftly sliced off the top portion of therge propane tank, leaving a one-meter-tall bottom section. He then set to work mixing the cement mixture.


    n exined, "This is the instingyer, to keep the heat inside."


    It didn''t take long for the sergeant and others to discern that n was constructing a furnace, reminiscent of the one he''d built at the farm. This version, however, was more substantial, and constructed with superior materials. Shamus and Dn joined forces to create the air supply port, using their power drills to create holes on the side for the blower tube, while also crafting a lid with a hole designed to retain heat effectively.


    When n put the finishing touches on the project, a notification promptly appeared:


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Your (Science - Master) allows you to sessfully create an umon item]


    [Name: Metal Furnace]


    [Type: Tools]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Effect: To burn material]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    Dn''s excitement was palpable as he eximed, "n! This is an umon item!"


    This was the remarkable benefit of his new [Science] upgrade.


    The [Basic] level of [Science] allowed him to handle simple intelligence-rted problems such as wiring up a car or operating simple machinery.


    At the [Novice] level, he could craft mon] items using other marked mon] items, simr to what he had done with the medicated gauze, using the marked item clothes.


    The [Expert] level, elevated his capabilities further, enabling him to create mon] items without requiring any mon] item material. Items like swords, shields, or leather vests that he crafted from mere material in the wilds.


    Finally, having reached the [Master] level, he possessed the ability to create [umon] items using parts of mon items].


    There was a catch, though ¨C the game was not easily fooled. n couldn''t use the mon] items he had already crafted as a basis for crafting [umon] items. Therefore, he decided to sell all the crafted weapons and armor to other yers, and, with the junk mon] items at his disposal, he was prepared to upgrade his team''s armaments.


    The crafters in the room couldn''t contain their excitement, aware of the significant potential thaty ahead.


    "Alright, you all know what to do; let''s get started."


    As Shamus, the cksmith, began to warm up the furnace and conduct some testing, Marie, the tailor,menced the process of taking apart all non-metallicponents attached to the items. They had to be meticulous in differentiating between steel, aluminum, and other metals to ensure there was no mixing that could lower the quality of the material.


    Gus, the woodworker, stood by n, ready to assist with the design preparations for the casting of three items: a metal sword, a metal armor, and a metal shield.


    n instructed Luis to call in more members of the crafting team to lend a hand. At the same time, they brought in additional mon] items newly acquired from Bill to be used in the crafting process.


    Within an hour, the facility was bustling with n''s crafting team, and as Shamuspleted the first finely tempered piece of metal, n seized the leather prepared by Marie and added the finishing touch to the grip. A notification promptly appeared:


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Your (Science - Master) allows you to sessfully create an umon item]


    [Your Inventor Jobss allows you to sessfully create a higher quality item]


    [Name: Metal Sword]


    [Type: Sword weapon]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Damage 34-42]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 22]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: A finely craft sword]


    The result exceeded n''s expectations. The previousmon steel sword only had [Attributes: Damage 16-24], while this new one was nearly as potent as his [Third Reich Sword], boasting [Attributes: Damage 36-44], albeit missing the speed buff effects.


    But the sword was only the beginning. With the room brimming with talent and determination, they moved on to the next item. n''s confidence grew, and with each swing of the hammer, a new piece of their arsenal took shape.


    [Your (Science - Master) allows you to sessfully create an umon item]


    [Name: Metal Shield]


    [Type: Other]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Defense +10]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 18]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: A finely crafted shield]


    The atmosphere in the crafting facility was electric. The crafters marveled at the newfound possibilities that n''s crafting expertise had unlocked.


    The third item, the metal armor, presented a moreplex challenge. It required abination of metals, leather, and clothing. With Marie''s expertise, they overcame theseplexities and crafted the first sample.


    [Name: Metal Armor]


    [Type: Armor]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Defense +14]


    [Effects: None]


    [Equipment Rating: 22]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: A finely crafted armor]


    The armor''s attributes were equally impressive, boasting a Defense rating of +14. It surpassed even the padded armor n had acquired from the shop that gave only +8. Shamus, with pride, etched a small "W" logo on its right chest, symbolizing their unity as the Wolverines.


    As they continued to refine their methods and make use of the upgraded furnace, everyone began to understand the significant impact these improved weapons and armor would have on theirbat effectiveness.


    Dn, in particr, was deeply moved by what he witnessed. The idea that n''s exceptional crafting skills could provide their militia with an edge was both inspiring and bewildering. Throughout the entire process, Dn was left astounded, when n approached him, Dn was trembling slightly as he remarked, "n... you understand how much of a difference this can make?"


    To his surprise, n''s response was, "I do... I actually hope this is good enough to let me join your little project."


    Dn was a little taken aback by n''s words and asked, "How? How did you know about that?!"

 Chapter 146 Special Unit

    <h4>Chapter 146 Special Unit</h4>


    The US military had dispatched a contingent of 1000 troops to participate in the game, with 50 of them belonging to the support units. These support unitsprised individuals with various roles: some handled rations, others managed logistics, and a few worked in medical teams. Additionally, there were small units dedicated to secretive and specialized projects.


    This special unit was started in the second year of the games. A group of the brightest minds the US had to offer; professors, doctors, and engineers, took on the role of founding and leading the special units. Their mission was to bring innovative problem-solving to the challenges of the game.


    However, the initial foray of these brilliant minds into the game was met with ack of adequate preparation. Tragically, the entire special unit was wiped out in the third round, failing to achieve any significant breakthrough.


    Undaunted by their initial setbacks, the US military persisted and sent another group of the world''s brightest minds in the third year of the game. This time, they were provided with better protection and support. They embarked on a variety of sessful projects, including leading experiments on units like the Bloodhounds.


    A handful of these exceptional yers managed to reach the fifth round of the game. Regrettably, with the dwindling number of yers and insufficient protection, none of them ultimately survived the challenges of the game.


    In their final moments, these valiant individuals left behind a legacy for their sessors, consisting of valuable notes andte-game items. This precious inheritance was entrusted to the current support team, which was under the capable leadership of the African-American Sergeant, tasked with continuing the noble work of their predecessors.


    [Dn O Connor, Male, 29 years]


    [Level 25: 42,240/45,000]


    [HP: 270/270]


    [Strength: D-]


    [Agility: E+]


    [Endurance: D]


    [Perception: D-]


    [Intelligence: D]


    [Spirit: F]


    [Jobss: Soldier]


    [Common Skill: Medium firearm (Expert), Big firearms (Expert), Small firearm (Novice), (Hand to Hand (Novice)]


    [Umon Skill: Piloting (Basic), Engineering (Novice)]


    In the confined space of the guarded workshop, Dn and n delved into a conversation. The sergeant began by sharing his own background, revealing,


    "You see, n, I held a bachelor''s degree from MIT before I enlisted in the army four years ago. That''s why they chose me for this project. But honestly, man, I''m in over my head here. I don''t really know where to start."


    As they moved further into the room, they were greeted by a group of four soldiers diligently disassembling various electronicponents.


    "Here is my little crew, Johnny, Simon, Naymaar, and Gaston"


    Simr to Dn, all shared the distinction of being US soldiers with engineering degrees. This assembly of minds was the military''s answer to the previous failures of deploying doctors and professors in the game. They decided to entrust this important mission to soldiers with both intelligence and battlefield experience.


    Gaston, one of the members of Dn''s team, was visibly surprised by n''s arrival. He couldn''t help but express his curiosity, blurting out, "A civilian?"


    Dn swiftly confirmed n''s presence and introduced him to the group. "Yes, this is n. He''s... well, he''s a science teacher."


    Naymaar, an Indian American among the crew, raised a concern. "Has he been cleared for this, Sergeant?"


    Dn''s reply carried a tone of authority and loyalty. "Hey, I''m still your team leader. I decide who''s got clearance and who hasn''t." His unwavering confidence was a testament to his trust in n''s capabilities.


    There was an initial, somewhat skeptical look exchanged among the team as they assessed the neer. However, once they learned that n was the leader of the Wolverines, a quickly rising militia, their expressions warmed considerably.


    In reality, n had a history with these soldiers, dating back to his previous lives. After departing from the Blood Patriots and joining the militia, he had crossed paths with Dn. The two of them had quickly bonded over their shared passion for science, which had cemented their friendship.


    However, it wasn''t until the fourth round of the game that n had the opportunity to meet this special team. Unfortunately, his interaction with them had been brief, as all four of these yers had met their end during the game''s fifth round. Their untimely departure had thrust n into the core of the special project, working closely with Dn.


    Dn sensed that it was time to get down to business. He cleared his throat and addressed the team. "Alright, now that you''re all acquainted, please fill me in on the current project you''re working on."


    Gaston''s area of expertise revolved aroundmunication devices. He was responsible for maintaining and improving themunication equipment used by the military during the game. Just like the military radio that n had acquired, Gaston diligently collected any findings rted tomunication equipment, fixed them, and ensured they were fully operational for the soldiers in the field. He was currently absorbed in the process of constructing more of these essentialmunication devices, resourcefully piecing them together from multiple spare parts.


    With his impressive [Engineering (Expert)] skill, Gaston had the ability to craft additional [Common]munication devices for the army. However, he wasn''t content with just maintaining the status quo; he had taken on a secondary project to develop an amplifier that could increase the number of users on themunication devices and extend their range. This technological advancement could potentially provide a significant advantage to their military unit, allowing them to coordinate more effectively during missions.


    Simon was immersed in energy-rted projects. His primary focus revolved around the efficient utilization of power sources. This entailed scavenging mon] batteries and ensuring that all the essential devices, including radios, were consistently charged and ready for action. His meticulous work yed a critical role in keeping the military''s equipment operational during the game.


    In addition to his role in managing and optimizing power sources, Simon had undertaken a more ambitious endeavor: constructing a power generator. The importance of this project couldn''t be overstated. A reliable and portable power generator could provide a lifeline in the game, ensuring a steady energy supply for their critical equipment andmunication devices.


    Johnny was deeply entrenched in the weaponry and armament project. His primary mission was to explore unconventional means of weaponizing various items that came into the unit''s possession. He reveled in the challenge of turning ordinary, everyday objects into potential instruments of survival.


    At the moment, his focus was on a particrly ambitious project: the mechanization of a turret gun. Such a device could prove invaluable in providing added firepower and defense during critical moments in the game.


    In the process, Johnny had also came across an enigmatic energy weapon that had been left behind by a predecessor. Its origins and potential were still shrouded in mystery, and none among the team had yet found a way to harness its power effectively.


    Neymar, the Indian American engineer of the group, faced a particrly intricate and challenging project. His expertise was primarily dedicated to drone projects, both ground-based and aerial, and his current mission involved resurrecting and enhancing advanced, high-tech drones that had been left behind by their predecessors. There was even an imposing giant humanoid drone, lying dormant in the corner of the room.


    These drones were anything but ordinary. ssified as high-tech items, they held the potential to be game-changing assets within the virtual world. However, their condition was a far cry from ideal. Damaged and battered, they were essentially high-grade pieces of junk. Neymaar had invested countless hours into meticulously restoring and improving them, coborating closely with Dn throughout their journey since Port Town.


    After the tour concluded, Dn turned to n and inquired, "n, do any of these projects pique your interest?"


    n couldn''t help but smile in response. The intricate and challenging nature of these projects had drawn him to this special unit. Any sess on these projects had the capacity to dramatically enhance the yer''s chances of survival in the next round.


    As the night wore on, n lost himself in the whirlwind of creativity and innovation, shuttling between Dn''s workshop and his own, each project a puzzle to solve and a step closer to securing an advantage in the game.


    Eventually, the morning sun''s gentle rays crept through the windows, signaling the dawn of a new day. Realizing the time, n acknowledged that he was now due for a military briefing, summoned by none other than Captain Carter himself.

 Chapter 147 Military Briefing

    <h4>Chapter 147 Military Briefing</h4>


    The military officers gathered in the briefing room, and Captain Carter''s opening words set the tone for the meeting. She expressed her hope that everyone had managed to get a good day''s rest, a sentiment that made Dn give a cheeky look at n. The two of them had just pulled an all-nighter, working tirelessly on their respective projects.


    As the meeting was about tomence, Captain Farrell, the second inmand of the army, couldn''t help but cast a curious nce in n''s direction. He openly questioned why a civilian was permitted to partake in this military briefing.


    "I understand inviting him to a debrief, but this is a military meeting¡­ "


    Before Captain Farrell could press the issue further, Captain Carter intervened and, with a casual tone, introduced n to the assembly as the new leader of the Fourth Company, the Wolverinespany. She elucidated the intricacies of her n, detailing that 50 soldiers, including Lieutenant Marsh, were to serve as n''s second-inmand.


    The reactions among the military officers were mixed. Lieutenant Steele of the Alpha Company, who had been under Captain Carter''smand before the game, epted the orders without question. However, Lieutenant Sanderson of the Charlie Company expressed his dissent. He believed that a militia unit was essentially what the Wolverines were, and he saw no justification for n, a civilian, being officially ced in charge of a military unit. He expressed his displeasure at the prospect of civilians leading over an army lieutenant like Marsh, even though Marsh himself endorsed the arrangement.


    Captain Farrell chimed in, "I do not wish to argue about his capability, but the fact that he had to ask for payment for those potatoes that fed the other yers speaks of his character."


    As the discussion unfolded, it became evident that n''s transition to a military leadership role was met with both curiosity and skepticism, and his character was being scrutinized as he stood at the cusp of taking on this new responsibility.


    The argument reverberated throughout the meeting, with many questioning Captain Carter''s decision. n realized that any words from him at this point would likely only exacerbate the situation, so he patiently awaited the captain''s final decision. On the other hand, n couldn''t help but secretly smile as he observed Dn barely containing his anger, his face seemingly on the verge of exploding. The sergeant had grown exceedingly annoyed with Captain Farrell, who had left him to deal with a dirty bomb while fleeing the scene.


    After allowing the chaos to run its course for a few minutes, Captain Carter finally managed to regain everyone''s attention. She went on to exin, "This is a special circumstance. Unlike the real world, it isn''t just the army fighting here. They are as involved in clearing the game as we are. We need to share information and involve the civilians more in the overall n. Besides, this has been cleared by Colonel Weeber, so there should be no more arguments about this. I expect everyone to treat him as apany leader."


    Lieutenant Summer of the special forces unit, who had been casually sipping tea, chimed in with a wryment, "You should have led with that argument, Captain."


    With the matter seemingly settled, Captain Carter called the meeting to order.


    "Alright let''s start the meeting"


    The meeting followed a familiar pattern,mencing with a brief given by the higher-ups; which was the note n gave to Colonel Weeber.


    "Next is us against the Inhuman, Here it''s written; D rank enemy, 10 times the number of thest round," she informed the officers.


    To protect his secret, n deliberately omitted the specific details about the round. He believed that conveying the general information about the enemy rank and numbers would suffice. Nevertheless, the revtion about the uing round''s difficulty sent shockwaves through the room. The sheer magnitude of the opposition, potentially numbering in the hundreds of thousands, left the officers visibly stunned. Captain Farrell was the first to react with disbelief, eximing, "What? Ten times! we don''t even have that many bullets! That analyst must be crazy, its definitely an exaggeration!"


    Sergeant Dn, however, intervened, "With all due respect, sir, you said the same thingst round about the food penalty. If we had purchased more seeds at that time, we wouldn''t have had to pay Mr. n."


    "..." the words quickly shuts the captain argument down.


    Captain Carter chimed in, her tone somber as she share a little about her previous year''s experience, fighting hordes of beast that had resulted in the loss of most of her unit. She emphasized the importance of conserving ammunition and transitioning to melee weapons for the uing round.


    "Even if the information is inurate, we shouldn''t be squandering our ammunition recklessly. We still have more dangerous rounds ahead of us."


    Captain Carter, an experienced veteran of both the military and the game, emphasized the importance of achieving bnce in subsses, making it a top priority for every soldier. "We need more Knight job sses on the frontlines, and we need several to shift into the Spirit subss to act as healers," she directed.


    The first order of creating more Knights was rtively straightforward, but converting yers into healers required greatermitment and sacrifice, given the potential impact on their abilities. However, n believed in Captain Carter''s leadership and charisma, which would likely inspire more yers to embrace the magician subss.


    Addressing the note''s mention of a high possibility of a siege situation, she sought input from her officers. One officer requested additional army supplies, specifically explosives. However, the captain refused this request, preferring to preserve these highly valuable items for the subsequent round where Rank C or higher enemies were expected to appear.


    Another officer delved into discussions about multiple siege defense strategies, prompting Captain Carter to cast a meaningful nce at Dn, as she counted on his support units to be well-prepared for such scenarios.


    Captain Carter continued, "Just like the previous game, we will be joining the third-round game, along with three other servers." Before she could borate further, Captain Farell volunteered to oversee the coordination with the other servers. Given his position as second inmand, Captain Carter agreed to his proposal.


    Hearing this, n couldn''t shake off his rising unease. He had serious doubts about Captain Farell''s suitability for handling diplomatic negotiations with the other three servers set to join them in the uing round. He couldn''t help but recall the failed diplomacy efforts from his past rounds, and he feared history might repeat itself if the wrong person were in charge.


    Unfortunately, n found himself in a delicate position. He was a neer to thismand structure andcked information about who had been responsible for diplomacy in the past rounds. It had always been a source of mystery to him, and he couldn''t even confirm if Captain Farell had participated in previous rounds.


    However, with his outsider status and civilian background, n felt powerless to challenge the decision, leaving him with a growing sense of apprehension.


    The meeting carried on, addressing the concerns about soldiers within eachpany who required rank promotions or disciplinary actions. This was followed by a discussion on logistics and resource management. When the topic shifted towards their current inventory of melee weapons, Captain Carter voiced her concern.


    "I believe we need to purchase more melee weapons," she dered.


    These were the words n had been waiting for, and it was his moment to step up and make a valuable contribution. He eagerly spoke up, saying, "My team can actually assist with this."


    However, his hopeful intentions were met with a sneer from Captain Farell, who condescendingly remarked, "Look, this shameless guy is trying to make money from the military again, huh? I''ve seen your sword, it''s pathetic."


    n took a deep breath and, with confidence, decided to showcase his most recent creation: the [Steel Sword (Umon)]. He calmly presented the sword and said, "This is our newest crafting product. Please give it a check to see if it''s worthy for the army."


    The officers present couldn''t believe their eyes. Not only was it an [umon] item, but it was also of higher quality, boasting superior damage output. Captain Farell''s face paled at the sight of the weapon. In contrast, Dn discreetly gave n a cheeky smile and two thumbs-up.


    x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 148 Instructor

    <h4>Chapter 148 Instructor</h4>


    On the top deck of the sailing cruise, under the gentle caress of a breezy wind and the radiant warmth of the sun, one hundred yers were seen moving in unison, practicing their swordsmanship.


    n stood at the bow of the ship, expertly demonstrating the sword techniques, his voice echoing as he guided the yers. "Strike, swing, sh!" he called out. "Now, block!! Parry! Dodge!"


    The yers, most of them soldiers, followed his instructions with unwavering focus and determination. It was clear that they were taking their training seriously, with their movements growing more precise and synchronized by the minute.


    As the training session continued, hundreds of other yers began to gather around, curious about the spectacle unfolding before them. Theirments ranged from bemusement to admiration:


    "What is this!? A dancing show!"


    "Is this like tai chi with a sword?"


    Despite the amused or puzzled looks from onlookers, the one hundred yers continued their training diligently. After an hour, some of them began to receive notifications into their game link:


    "Mister n, I got it!!"


    "Me too!"


    These one hundred yers were members of the military units who had responded to Captain Farell''s skepticism during the earlier meeting. While n had ess to well-crafted swords, the captain believed that many soldiers did not have extra survival points or rank rewards to invest in acquiring sword skills.


    As a solution, n asks for all the soldiers, one without prior experience or skill in swordsmanship toe join him for sword training.


    The prospect of a science teacher instructing soldiers in swordsmanship was unconventional, to say the least. However, with Captain Carter''s explicit order, none of the soldiers dared to refuse the opportunity.


    Once the soldiers had gathered on the deck, Vicky and several members of the crafting team arrived, carrying one hundred swords and shields. These items were simplymon items created by the crafting team by salvaging unused cruise ship furniture.


    Over the course of an hour, n led the soldiers through basic sword training. Despite initial doubts, to everyone''s shock, all one hundred yers received the [Sword Weapon (Basic)] skill in their stats.


    This remarkable result was a testament to n''s [Sword Instructor] title, which had the unique effect of imparting basic sword skills to yers after just one hour of practice. It was a quick and practical way to provide them with a fundamental level of swordsmanship.


    As the training session concluded, the excited group of soldiers, now equipped with their [Sword Weapon (Basic)] skill, listened attentively to n''s announcement.


    "Come this afternoon for your novice ss," n eximed, his voice carrying across the deck. "Please register with my colleague here."


    Vicky, with her striking appearance, and a few other members of the crafting team were assisting with the registration process. The advanced ss registration cost 500 survival points and included one mon] sword and shield. This was an exceptional offer since obtaining the (basic) sword skill in the skill shop alone required 500 survival points, not to mention the additional 500 survival points and one F-rank reward needed to advance to the novice level. Considering that the sword and shield alone were worth at least 500 survival points, it was no surprise that most soldiers with the points to spare eagerly registered for the training.


    "Alright, now the next batch, step right up!" n continued, setting the wheels in motion for another round of training. This initiative was a part of n''s n to contribute to the army while simultaneously generating additional survival points for himself and his crafting team. Thebo deal involvingmon items was a smart way to achieve this, especially given that the stock of [umon] items was quite limited, and n had no immediate ns to make them avable to just anyone.


    "Take your positions!" nmanded, preparing for the next group of eager learners to start their training session.


    By noon, n had sessfully trained over 400 military soldiers, and about half of them decided to register and pay for the advanced ss. This number should cover most of the military personnel who interested in gaining proficiency with a sword and had no prior experience.


    The impressive disy of training had not gone unnoticed by the non-military yers on the cruise ship. Rumors had started to spread among them, and they, too, hoped to benefit from n''s expertise. When asked about this, n addressed the eager crowd.


    "I will open more batches this afternoon," he announced, "For 500 survival points, you will receive training in the basic and novice sses, as well as these fine items. Register now."


    n then let his team handle the orders and transactions while he headed toward the workshop. There, he found Shamus, Gus, and Marie, along with two dozen other members of his crafting team, hard at work crafting more items.


    "Good job, everyone! Orders areing in; let''s keep up the momentum!" n encouraged his team, inspiring them to work diligently to meet the demand.


    n made his way to the head of the crafting room, where all theponents for the umon items were prepared. With the help of his crafting team, n only needed to perform the finishing touches.


    He operated a hammer to finalized the sword des, and used various cuts of prepared leather to construct the sword''s grip to fitfortably in the yer''s hand, up until the notifications of sessful craft of [umon] item came out.


    It took him more than three hours toplete 50 sets of the umon items.


    "We need more manpower and more materials, n," Shamusmented, sweat trickling down his face.


    "Don''t worry; more are on the way," n reassured him. Additionalmon materials were expected from the military, more recruits were currently being signed up by Bill, and, of course, the influx of survival points from the orders would help finance their expansion.


    Without time for a break, n returned to the top deck where hundreds of yers had gathered for his more advance ss.

 Chapter 149 Teach

    <h4>Chapter 149 Teach</h4>


    Between Science or Swordsmanship, The one n enjoyed the most was teaching them.


    As the teaching session continued, n''s passion for teaching shone through. He believed that the skills he imparted to these yers would not only increase their chances of survival but also give them a sense of purpose and camaraderie.


    The top deck of the cruise was transformed into a vast training ground, with 400 eager yers, including the Wolverines and Marsh''s unit, gathered to learn sword skills. The new batch of swords and shields had arrived just in time, making it possible to equip everyone.


    n began the session with basic moves, ensuring that all participants had a firm foundation. He emphasized the importance of bnce, precision, and fluidity in swordy. Demonstrating various offensive and defensive techniques, he led the yers through three-step, five-step, and eight-step sequences. These maneuvers were designed to prepare them for realbat situations.


    After an hour of collective practice, n instructed the yers to pair up, with one taking on the role of the attacker and the other as the defender. The rule was simple: if one participant received three direct hits, they would admit defeat, a concept that encouraged both offense and defense.


    Noticing Vicky''s disinterest and boredom, n decided to liven up the training. He called her to spar with him, prompting her to said. "I already have a master sword skill, I don''t think I need this training anymore n" she said


    In response, n made a proposition to the crowd, promising to award his precious newly crafted umon sword to anyone who could defeat Vicky in a sparring match. The offer instantly piqued the interest of many yers, and the deck buzzed with excitement.


    Vicky couldn''t help but express her concern for the valuable sword, but n reassured her, saying, "Don''t worry, you''re already at the master level. My precious sword is safe with you." This words however only further made the girl anxious.


    Vicky took n''s proposition seriously, knowing that her skills as a master level swordsman gave her a significant advantage over the other yers. With 30% increased speed, her mastery of the swordsmanship skill made her a formidable contender. Her descent level gave her the attribute needed to best her opponents in sparring sessions.


    One, two.. three people were defeated under Vicky sword and n took the spar as a chance for good teaching session.


    As the yers on the deck continued to practice, a group of neers approached. It was the ck Sand mercenaries, led by their formidable leader, Cachellos. The crowd instinctively parted to make way for them as they walked confidently toward the bow end of the ship, where n and Vicky were engaged in training.


    n remainedposed and politely weed Cachellos and his men.


    "You wish to register for training?"


    The question ruffled the feathers of one of Cachellos'' subordinates. However, a mere gesture from Cachellos silenced the dissatisfied man. The scar-faced Hispanic leader examined the umon sword that n held, and he singled out one of his men to step forward.


    Understanding the task at hand, the chosen mercenary approached Vicky and confidently dered, "I will spar with you."


    Knowing he was not one of Cachellos'' veterans, she confidently ept the challenge. With her sword at the ready, the twobatants began their sparring match, eager to prove their skills. The crowd watched with bated breath as the battle between the two started.


    The sh of steel against steel echoed across the deck as Vicky and the ck Sand mercenary sparred intensely. It quickly became apparent that these two were evenly matched, with their skills and speed on par with each other. But after a relentless exchange of blows thatsted for ten moves, Vicky found herself getting cornered, and in quick session, she received three decisive hits that resulted in her defeat.


    Irritated and a bit shaken by the loss, Vicky asked about the man''s skill level. With a smug smile, he replied, "Novice." Vicky''s confidence was crushed by the revtion. In contrast, nmended the mercenary for his skill and handed over the umon sword willingly. He dered, "I will give you another one for a rematch."


    The mercenary nced at Cachellos, who nodded, and then grinned. "Alright, it''s your loss."


    Vicky had expected that n would fight in her stead. To her surprise, he asked her to fight one more time, instructing, "Do it again."


    In their second match, Vicky managed to hold her own for 20 moves, demonstrating remarkable improvement. But despite her determined efforts, she once again lost withoutnding a hit on her opponent.


    n seized this moment to offer a valuable lesson to the 400 yers who had gathered to watch. He exined that having skill in the game was not sufficient. The mercenary''s real-lifebat experience gave him a significant edge in the virtual world, enabling him to defeat a yer with a master-level skill.


    Humbled by her defeat, Vicky was quiet for a moment. Then she solemnly said, "I have learned my lesson, n. I will train harder."


    n''s response, however, was far from over. He remarked, "No, your lessons are not finished."


    n turned back to the victorious mercenary, withdrawing yet another umon sword from his collection. He casually inquired, "What about one more time?"


    Once again, n pitted Vicky against the mercenary yer. Her face had lost its earlier color, and her spirit seemed to have faded. Yet, n, ced a reassuring hand on her shoulder and whispered a few strategic moves into her ear. He then gave her a gentle push forward. "Go!"


    The battle unfolded in a manner simr to the previous rounds. Vicky found herself pushed and cornered within the first 30 moves, already having sustained two hits.


    At that critical moment, n''s loud shout pierced through the tension: "Do not give up!" His words seemed to inject Vicky with newfound determination. She stood her ground and went on the offensive, executing a precisebination of moves instructed by n.


    To everyone''s surprise, Vicky managed tond her first hit, then a second, and finally, with a powerful, close-range strike, a third. The spectators watched in awe as Vicky imed victory in the fight.


    "I did it!! I did it!! n i did it!"


    Vicky''seback was met with a thunderous eruption of apuse and cheers from the gathered yers. Her victory was not just a win in a swordfight but a triumph over her self-doubt and fear. This be an important lesson to all that watch, how true strength wasn''t solely measured by in-game stats or levels, but by one''s ability to adapt and grow.

 Chapter 150 Duels

    <h4>Chapter 150 Duels</h4>


    Vicky''s victory over one of the mercenaries had not been received well by the rest of the members. The ck Sand mercenaries were a proud and battle-hardened group, and having one of their own defeated publicly was a blow to their collective ego. Cachellos, their leader, couldn''t just let it go and decided to call for another match.


    However, n politely declined the request, exining, "Unfortunately, that''s as much as she can do for now. Maybe you can challenge her again after next round."


    But the scar-faced man wouldn''t ept a refusal, especially after the embarrassing defeat they had just witnessed. He had a new target in mind: n himself.


    "I heard you defeated Marcus¡­ I want to see if it''s real or just a rumor?"


    n tried to deflect the challenge, starting to exin, "Defeat the Blood Patriot leader Actually¡­" However, before he could finish his sentence, Daniel jumped in, confirming the rumor with enthusiasm. "Yes, he did, alright! It''s not a rumor!" Daniel''s eagerness to defend n''s reputation was clear.


    Sensing that there was no way out, n finally acquiesced, recognizing that declining would only lead to further confrontation. "Alright, just for teaching purposes, 3 contact hits," he conceded, setting the conditions for the duel.


    Cachello decided to send one of his top fighters, Fin Maddox, to face off against n. Fin was a battle-hardened veteran who had advanced his job ss from a warrior to a Barbarian, gaining extra explosive power and strength. What was interesting, however, was that he was more proficient with blunt weapons than swords. This choice by the mercenary leader raised questions to n, as it seemed either Cachello was underestimating him or testing his abilities.


    Confident and ready for the challenge, n took his sword stance and faced the burly Barbarian. "I am ready," he dered, his focus unwavering.


    Without hesitation, Fin charged at n with a powerful strike that created a terrifying sound as it cut through the air. Such a strike from a Barbarian had the potential to inflict high damage. However, n, with remarkable agility, casually dodged the attack with a simple one-two step and executed a beautiful counter,nding a hit on his opponent.


    During this brief pause in the fight, n took a moment to address the spectators. "Remember, fear is the number one enemy," he stated, emphasizing the importance of maintainingposure in a battle.


    Thisment only fueled the Barbarian''s anger. He began to unleash an active skill, generating a flurry of sword swings. Unfortunately for him, this skill was not as effective with sword weapons, and n, with his high agility, skillfully dodged each swing. Once thebo attack finished, n seized the opportunity tond his second hit.


    n''s next lesson came in the form of timing. He demonstrated the importance of not rushing and instead carefully observing one''s opponent. With the Barbarian still seething with anger and letting out a loud scream, n charged in with his "Lunge Strike," delivering the third and final hit further emphasis his lesson on timing, and not be carless like the opponent.


    In a surprising turn of events, Fin Maddox was defeated by n''s finesse and tactical prowess, leaving all the watching yers in awe of the skill they had just witnessed. n had sessfully used this sparring match as a teaching moment, imparting valuable lessons on maintainingposure, timing, and effectivebat techniques to the crowd.


    The Barbarian''s anger continued to escte until it reached its peak, but Cachellos, the mercenary leader, intervened and managed to calm him down. With a subtle smile, Cachellos turned his attention to n andmented, "It appears you really did defeat Marcus. Now, you will face me."


    n let out a deep sigh and replied, "Alright, as long as you agree to the three-contact hit rule."


    The Hispanic man seemed somewhat disappointed but understood and epted the terms. He had no intention of using n''s sword; instead, he drew his two menacing des. Both weapons were high-damage superior items, but with the three-hit rule, this choice didn''t appear unfair to the spectators.


    For this match, n equipped his steel shield on his other arm, adopting a more defensive stance. "I am ready," he announced, his focus unwavering as he prepared to face the formidable opponent before him.


    Cachellos came at n with unmatched aggression, and his dual des sliced through the air with terrifying force. Every swing of his des seemed like it could shatter stone, and the onlookers couldn''t help but gasp in awe and trepidation.


    n, however, remainedser-focused, reacting to each strike with precise blocks and parries using his steel sword and shield. It was an impressive disy of defense, considering the fierce attack by the mercenary leader.


    Cachellos, a seasoned warrior with superior skills, boasted not only a higher level but also an extensive experience. The man apparently also has the same [sword weapon (master]] like n, and what truly set him apart was his mastery of dual-wielding, enhanced by the unique skill [Ambidextrous]. This skill granted him a significant advantage in terms of speed, control, and power when using two weapons simultaneously.


    Despite the odds stacked against him, n''s determination and the minor speed boost from his [sword instructor] title allowed him to keep up with Cachellos. He fought with everything he had, block by block, parry by parry, even as the impact of each collision sent reverberations down his arms.


    The ferocious duel continued, the sound of shing steel filling the air as bothbatants pushed their limits. The deck was enveloped in anticipation, and the suspense grew with every sh of their weapons. The question on everyone''s mind was whether n''s resilience and strategic approach could ovee Cachellos''s raw power and superior abilities.


    As the intense battle raged on, it was clear to all observers that n was gradually being cornered by Cachellos'' relentless assault. Despite the incredible moves he disyed, n didn''t appear to panic at all. Instead, as he got into the rhythm of the fight, he began to provide valuable lessons to those watching.


    "Facing a stronger opponent," n shouted between strikes, "your best strategy is retreat!"


    CLANK! CLANK!


    He continued, "If you can''t run, concentrate fully on your defense until your allies arrive!"


    CLANK! CLANK!


    Annoyed with the lesson, Cachellos unleashed an active skill, a powerful strike aimed directly at n''s neck. n quickly raised his sword in a defensive move. Although he couldn''t fully parry the attack, he managed to deflect it slightly off course, causing it to hit his shoulder instead.


    One hit!


    Despite the blood and searing pain in his shoulder, n took a few steps back, seizing the opportunity to underscore his teachings.


    "If you have no choice than to fight," he proimed, "then? always watch your vital from lethal attack."


    The crowd watched in astonishment as the battle became a fascinating blend ofbat and instruction. n''s presence on the battlefield was not just about winning; it was also about sharing knowledge and wisdom, turning a fierce confrontation into a valuable learning experience for all those witnessing it.


    The intense fight raged on, with n showcasing his impressive defensive techniques, using blocks, parries, and evasive maneuvers effectively against his aggressive opponent. However, as n had anticipated, Cachellos still had a slight edge over him.


    While n had three years of experience in the Apocalypse Game, the scarred-faced mercenary had been a renowned fighter for over a decade, engaging in real-life battles every day. His moves were as deadly as his stats. Additionally, the level 50 veteran had ess to advanced skills that significantly boosted hisbat abilities.


    n realized that winning against the strongest yer of New York server was unlikely, especially given his extreme fatigue. He hadn''t slept for nearly three days, making the odds insurmountable.


    Cachellos eventuallynded two final strikes on n after an additional 10 minutes of intensebat. All the while, n managed to impart valuable lessons.


    "Thank you for the instruction today," n said as he received hisst blow, and then casually continuing with his sword lessons to the other yers.


    It was undoubtedly a victory for Cachellos, yet he couldn''t shake the feeling that he hadn''t really won. He noticed that the yers were now gleaming in respect to this teacher even more than before.


    Unbeknownst to n, Cachellos retreated to his cabin and made a phone call to report the day''s events.

 Chapter 151 Drafted

    <h4>Chapter 151 Drafted</h4>


    The process of teaching the novice sword skill was far from instant. It took between 3 to 5 hours for the yers to gradually receive their coveted [Sword Skill (novice)]. Over 300 yers reaped the benefits of n''s [Sword Instructor] title, improving their meleebat capabilities in preparation for the uing round.


    However, the much-coveted expert-level skill was not attainable through such training. It could only be learned if n achieved the Grandmaster level of sword skill, a level he was particrly interested in.


    [Sword Weapon (GrandMaster)]


    [Prerequisites: Agility B, Strength D]


    [Cost: 30,000 survival points and 1x Rank C reward]


    [You have 1x D rank reward and 9x E rank reward. 4 x F rank reward]


    The Grandmaster level was on a different scale entirely. n could potentially convert his nine E-rank rewards into three D-rank rewards and finally earn a single C-rank reward.


    With his crafting, he had amassed enough survival points to cover the hefty 30,000-point fee for the grandmaster skill. Money was not the issue, but his attributes were.


    n had carefully examined his character''s attributes and realized he fell short in the required Agility and Strength to meet the prerequisites for grandmaster status. He knew he had to enhance these aspects of his character if he were to advance. However, even if he met those criteria, another condition needed to be fulfilled.


    [Prerequisite: Passing the Grandmaster sword exam]


    Unfortunatly, The exam was only avable to be taken in the next town. It meant that n had to wait for another round before he could begin the process of achieving grandmaster status.


    As the day''s training session concluded, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow across the cruise ship''s deck. The warning light and the sight of more than 200 additional names registered for the uing session filled n with a sense of aplishment.


    "We are rich, n!" Vicky eximed with jubtion. Their earnings had swelled significantly, with an additional 100,000 survival points contributed by the yers as a registration fee. This also meant an influx of 200 more crafting orders for the crafting team. They were about to get even more busy.


    The day''s training session also had done wonders for the Wolverines unit''s reputation especially the fact n was able to match the strongest yer in the server in a duel. It catapulted their name to new heights.


    A massive influx of yers eagerly sought to join the ranks of this elite group. Inside the cabin near the training area, lines of applicants stretched with individuals of all backgrounds and skills moring for the chance to be part of the Wolverine units.


    Marsh, Kenny, and Milo had their hands full with the daunting task of conducting interviews throughout the day. As a military lieutenant, Marsh possessed the ideal demeanor to assess an applicant''s mental fortitude and suitability for joining the unit. Meanwhile, Milo''s role was to evaluate the applicants'' physical fitness andbat experience, ensuring they met the required standards.


    However, since many highly skilled yers had already been recruited by the military in the port town, n had a different n. He assigned Kenny to work a unique process of sorting through the applicants and streamlining the selection procedure.


    "Kenny, did you get the data?" n inquired eagerly.


    Kenny''s face lit up with enthusiasm. "Yes, n, it''s amazing! I''m having so much fun with this!"


    Kenny, leveraging his expertise as a hardcore gamer, used hisputational skills to process the applicants'' data efficiently. The information included the mentality score provided by Marsh, the physical score evaluated by Milo, and the applicants'' current stats and levels within the game. This method was reminiscent of how professional scouts selected athletes for sports like baseball, basketball, or football, relying on cold, hard statistics.


    n told Kenny to prioritize the criteria in a specific order: mentality score was the highest priority, followed by physicalbat experience, and then he examined the yers'' stats in rtion to their level progression.


    Through this method, n was able to identify two distinct types of yers. Those with high initial stats but lower levels were recognized as natural fighters, while individuals with lower starting stats but substantial level-based growth were categorized as natural survivors.


    This systematic approach allowed n to efficiently identify promising candidates from the pool of applicants, given the constraints of their current situation. Rankings based on these data werepiled, and n was ready to make his selections for the Wolverine unit.


    It was at this moment that n overheard a heated argument between Milo and Marsh that piqued his curiosity. Marsh seemed frustrated as he exined, "These individualsck discipline, and I couldn''t trust them. That''s why I rejected their applications."


    n decided to intervene and understand the issue at hand. It turned out that Milo had been challenging Marsh''s evaluations for several yers. He presented a list of names, a dozen individuals with significantly high marks forbat experience, suggesting they were well-versed in fighting. n carefullypared this list to Marsh''s, and it quickly became apparent why there was a discrepancy.


    The ten men on Milo''s list were all inmates, individuals who had been granted amnesty from their prison sentences as a way for the government to bolster the yer count in the game. They were gang members and criminals, including one figure, Smiley, who had killed a yer during their first game.


    The conflict between Marsh and Milo stemmed from their differing perspectives, with Marsh approaching the evaluations from a military standpoint and Milo possibly holding some bias due to his own background as an inmate.


    This issue was beyond the realm of statistics and required a more personal touch. n realized that he needed to handle it directly. He instructed Milo to assemble all of these yers, the former inmates, so he could personally assess them himself.


    x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 152 Convicts

    <h4>Chapter 152 Convicts</h4>


    The ten inmates stood before n, their expressions ranging from hostility to curiosity. Among them, the man with the mohawk hairstyle called Pinball locked eyes with n and asked, "You''re the leader? you don''t seem much like one"


    Another member chimed in, "Hey, he''s that kickass sword master, right?"


    However, the situation was defused when a skinny African American named Smiley intervened. "You guys, don''t be rude," Smiley cautioned, "show some respect." He seemed to carry the weight of his past encounters with n.


    n silently observed the group, recalling the notes provided by Marsh. It was clear that each of these individuals had been convicted of violent offenses. Assault, robbery, and manughter¡ªthese were serious crimes, although they fell short of murder. Most of them appeared to have connections with gangs or illicit organizations that hadnded them in trouble.


    As n understood, there was a fine line between manughter and murder. The government had utilized this distinction to offer these individuals a chance to redeem themselves through the amnesty program, a way to atone for their crimes. Now, they stood before him, potential recruits for the Wolverines unit.


    n recognized that these inmates might possess valuable skills and experiences that could be harnessed for the benefit of his group. However, he was also aware of the potential challenges and risks in integrating them. n decided to engage in a conversation to assess their motivations and intentions.


    As n scrutinized the group of inmates, he inquired about their motivations, seeking to understand their intentions more clearly.


    "Why do you wish to join my unit?" n''s question hung in the air, inviting a diverse range of responses.


    One of the inmates mentioned the unit''s reputation for providing ample rations. Another had caught wind of the high-quality weapons that the unit offered. For some, the motivation was as simple as finding a group that would ept them. However, it was a man called Poe, a man who clearlymanded respect among the group, and articted a sentiment shared by most.


    "We''re just looking for a better chance to survive this game," Poe asserted.


    n noted the various motivations within the group. Unlike many of his other unit members, who operated with a structured and disciplined approach, these inmates brought a wealth of experience in confrontational scenarios. They were unafraid of bending the rules to secure their survival. Aware of the potential discord they might introduce, n weighed their potential advantages.


    Witnessing n''s hesitation, Poe the man who had taken it upon himself to speak for the group, stepped forward and addressed n earnestly.


    "Please, sir, give us a chance," Poe implored. "We will not make any trouble."


    Milo, who had experienced his own journey of redemption, voiced his support for the inmates.


    "Please, n, I really think they deserves a second chance," he stated resolutely.


    These words struck a chord deep within n Hartt. He understood, perhaps better than anyone, the profound significance of a second chance. His rebirth, the opportunity to rey the game, rectify past mistakes, and forge a new path.


    However, he remained steadfast in hismitment to the principles that had guided the Wolverines unit. He couldn''t allow an undisciplined group to jeopardize the foundation they had built.


    In a decisive tone, n addressed Milo, setting forth his conditions for their integration into the unit.


    "Only if you are willing to lead these people," he dered, making it clear that Milo would be responsible for their conduct and development.


    Milo didn''t hesitate for a moment. His eptance was swift, apanied by a heartfelt expression of gratitude.


    "Thank you, n," Milo said, his rare smile revealing his genuine appreciation for the trust ced in him.


    n''s decision put an end to any further resistance from Marsh. He then meticulously selected the names of those who would join the ranks of the Wolverines.


    Combining his initial roster of 70 Wolverines, the 50 soldiers brought by Marsh, 10 freshly enlisted support members ¨C abination of crafters and healers skillfully chosen by Bill ¨C and the 10 convicted yers, 60 additional members remained to be chosen from Kenny''s list, resulting in a grand total of 200 individuals.


    "That''s all. Tell them all to gather first thing tomorrow morning."


    The preparations for their training were set in motion, and n wasted no time, returning to the workshop to continue crafting umon weapons. There was no room for rest just yet, not when these weapons were critical for the uing training session.


    However, just an hour after he began to immerse himself in his work, an unexpected notification interrupted his focus.


    [You received Status: Sleep Deprivation level three]


    [Stamina Regeneration - 60%]


    The message was a stark reminder of the physical toll his sleepless efforts were exacting on him. His stamina regeneration was significantly hindered and under these conditions, he would only be less productive. It was evident that he needed rest. In a world that demanded constant vignce, n''s fatigue was a formidable adversary.


    n finally decided to make his way back to his cabin, yearning for some well-deserved rest. Upon entering, he strode toward the balcony, where the refreshing sea breeze greeted his face. He contemted taking a soothing shower before copsing onto the inviting bed. However, just as he was about to lie down, a faint knock echoed through the room.


    Curiosity piqued, n called out, "Who is it?"


    In response, a familiar, melodic female voice wafted in from outside. n opened the door to find Vicky standing there, adorned in an elegant nightgown.


    "Do you need anything, Vicky?" n inquired, perplexed by her presence.


    The beautiful brte presented a bottle of exquisite wine and two sses, her lips subtly teasing. "I thought you might appreciate somepany," she suggested with a hint of mischief.


    It was one of those moment when n''s intellectual prowess failed to decipher the logic of the situation.


    "So, can Ie in?" the girl persisted.


    x x x x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 153 The Actress

    <h4>Chapter 153 The Actress</h4>


    "Who in the world am I? Ah, that''s the great puzzle!"


    This famous line from ''Alice in Wondend'' has always resonated with her. It was a y she had acted in beautifully during her junior years.


    Ever since her father left behind a collection of old movies, she had fallen in love with the world of cinema. She adored watching those films and would immerse herself in the stories ¨C the adventures, the thrilling action, the captivating characters, and the heartwarming romances.


    When a drama ss became an option at her school, she didn''t hesitate to join. Here, she could live out her fantasies. She went from performing in fantastic school ys to starring in stage musicals, where her beauty and incredible talent never failed to mesmerize the audience.


    She earned a prestigious schrship to a renowned drama school in the heart of New York City. Within those hallowed halls, she refined her acting skills and learned from some of the industry''s most esteemed teachers. Acting came naturally to her, and with a deep understanding of her roles, she could seamlessly transform into any character she was assigned.


    At the tender age of 16, she made her mark in off-Broadway productions, garnering critical acim for her performances. Casting directors took notice of her remarkable talent and undeniable charm, catapulting her into her first major movie role. It was a breakthrough moment, and she was well on her way to bing a Hollywood sensation.


    Her ascent to stardom was meteoric. She graced the screen in a series of blockbuster hits spanning various genres, from romance to action and even demanding roles that required special skills like fencing, marksmanship, and horseback riding. Her performances solidified her status as one of the most sought-after and versatile actresses in the industry.


    As her sess in the industry grew, she found herself slowly losing her passion. The allure of wealth, the constant pretense, and the artifice behind the cameras eroded her love for adventure, excitement, and genuine romance. The world of acting, with its superficiality and the phoniness of fellow actors and fans alike, left her disillusioned.


    "Where did chivalry disappear to? Does it only exist in 80''s movies?" she often wondered.


    With a heavy heart, she ultimately made the decision to leave the world of acting behind. She longed to find her own genuine adventure and authentic romance, something that had been overshadowed by the glitz and artificiality of Hollywood.


    When the aliens suddenly descended upon Earth, her dreams took on an entirely new dimension. The invitation to the game was like a cosmic sign, beckoning her to pursue her long-lost ambitions. It was a chance to be the heroine in her own extraordinary tale.


    As fate would have it, her journey brought her into the orbit of an intriguing man. He embodied a unique blend of intelligence, courage, and what seemed like a vestige of chivalry in an otherwise harsh world. Yet, what intrigued her most was the enigmatic aura that surrounded him¡ªthe strength he exhibited, despite the profound sorrow etched upon his heart.


    On that particr day, he once again surprised her, cing unwavering trust in her abilities and granting her the exhrating experience of triumphing over a formidable opponent in a thrilling duel.?At that moment, she felt an unwaveringmitment to uncover theyers of thisplex man, to delve into the depths of his soul, and get her share of much waited adventurous romance.


    ####


    "So, can Ie in?" She inquired again, showing her best smile,


    Unexpectedly the answer from the man was; "It''s a bitte, and I really need to rest... Perhaps another time,"


    "...."


    Silence hung in the air, a palpable tension between them. As the man made a move to gently close the door, she acted on a sudden impulse. She stopped the door''s advance with her arm, her expression taking on a determined resolve. With a fierce, yet still alluring gaze, she dered, "Wait, you''re not getting rid of me that easily."


    In one fluid motion, she entered the room and began preparing the wine. Her actions were deliberate, and the room filled with an ambiance of anticipation.


    As she poured the wine, her thoughts raced, pondering the reasons for his initial reluctance.


    "How could he refuse me... am I not beautiful enough?" she wondered, a hint of insecurity tugging at her self-confidence. She quickly dismissed this idea, realizing that there must be another exnation. "Perhaps he''s one of those brainy types with limited emotional intelligence... or maybe it''s something to do with histe wife... but it''s been four years, that can''t be it," she mused.


    With the ss now filled, she returned to the man''s side, proffering the wine as she began to speak. "I''m sorry," she confessed, her voiceced with vulnerability. "I''m not usually like this, but the stress... it''s all be too much for me." Her body quivered slightly, and her eyes shimmered with a poignant sadness.


    It was, in fact, an act¡ªone of her memorable lines from a previous film. It was a trick of her craft, one she had honed so well.


    She continued in a hushed tone, her plea almost a whisper, "... let me stay a night, let me be with you tonight."


    Whether it was the spell of her beauty, her beguiling acts, or perhaps even her [Speechcraft] skill, the man gently took the ss, had a sip, and then gently ced it on the table. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close, and with genuine empathy, he assured, "I understand... yes, you''re wee to stay the night."


    The words seemed to blur together as her heart started to race, and her entire body felt as if it were enveloped in warmth. The man definitely had just stepped out of the shower, and he smelled remarkably good. Despite her rehearsed lines and intentions, the girl was genuinely drawn to him.


    She managed to stammer, "Okay... let me wash up for a bit," and entered the bathroom, all the while a confident smile ying on her lips.


    As she stood before the mirror, she whispered words of encouragement to herself, "Okay, Vicky, you can do this! Show him your charm!"


    It took her a little while to muster the motivation she needed. When she finally returned, she was half-naked, wearing only her dark underwear, showing all her beautiful curves, fully prepared to stun the man. But to her surprise, when she reentered the bedroom, she found n already in bed, fast asleep.


    "Dammit..." She muttered under her breath, her grand n falling t.


    Her hopes for a night of adventurous romance had crumbled. But instead of leaving in frustration, Vicky decided to have a few more sips of wine while watching him asleep. Gradually, her irritation gave way to empathy as she realized the man had been incredibly busy in the past three days.


    "You must be really, really tired, aren''t you? I''m going to let you off the hook this time," she mumbled, her voice softened by the effects of the alcohol.


    Feeling a bit tipsy herself, she climbed into bed beside him and watched him sleep, feeling a surprising sense of peace and connection in the quiet of the night. Eventually, they both drifted off to sleep, putting aside the troubles of the game for a while and finding rest in each other''s presence.


    As morning arrived, a knock on the door startled them awake. n, with his usual calm demeanor, walked to the door, and asked, "Who is it?"


    n was taken aback when he heard a familiar female voice at the door, and to his surprise, it was Rose, whom he hadn''t seen thest two days.


    "What is it, Rose?" n inquired.


    However, Rose''s usual calm expression was nowhere to be seen. In fact, she appeared a little rattled before she forced herself to speak up. "n¡­ I think you need to know this¡­ the truth is... I am¡­"


    Her words abruptly came to a halt as she noticed the girl who was lying in the bed, leaving her momentarily speechless.


    "Rose, What happened?" n asked once more, trying to understand the situation.


    The red-haired girl''s expression returned to its usual calm demeanor, and she said, "I... I just wanted to say that everyone is already waiting."


    n turned to the girl on the bed and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

 Chapter 154 24 Hours

    <h4>Chapter 154 24 Hours</h4>


    [Next apocalypse game will start in 24 hours, prepare yourself ordingly]


    [Time Left - 24:00]


    With just one day left before the next round of the apocalypse game, n was determined to ensure that his Wolverine militia was well-prepared. After a rejuvenating rest, he made his way to one of therger halls at the back of the cruise ship, where all 200 members had gathered.


    "Mr. D, you''re here!" Daniel and Luis greeted him enthusiastically and even had a cup of coffee prepared for him.


    However, their attention was quickly drawn to the young woman who apanied n. She seemed slightly agitated as she questioned. "Tell me, do you know where Rose went for thest two days?"


    Both Daniel and Luis looked at each other, then shook their heads in unison. "No, we haven''t seen her. She hasn''t been around," they responded.


    n, after savoring his coffee, turned his focus to the disciplined group of Wolverines under Marsh''smand. He barked, "Attention! Fall in!"


    The Wolverines swiftly arranged themselves in formation, their faces marked with determination, ready to receive instructions from their leader.


    With simple observation, it became evident that not everyone was able to fall into formation as swiftly as the military personnel could. Some members struggled to grasp the concept of unit cohesion, highlighting the importance of training and discipline.


    Marsh seized this opportunity to emphasize the significance of understanding the dynamics of a cohesive unit. He knew that for the Wolverines to function effectively and survive the challenges ahead, they needed to operate as a well-coordinated team.


    With the group now at attention, n stepped forward and scanned the group, his gaze sweeping over the assembled fighters and survivors, a mix of familiar and new faces. His voice was firm and carried the weight of their shared purpose. "Wee to the Wolverines unit," he began. "You may have varying levels of experience, but today''s training is essential for all of us. Whether you find it easy or challenging, I urge each of you to give it your all. Our survival in this game depends on our ability to work together as a cohesive and skilled team."


    n began by introducing himself and the officer he had selected to help lead the Wolverines. Without Merle, he was left with only two dependable leaders: Vicky and Marsh. Each of them was tasked with overseeing 100 members of the unit.


    The sheer number of 100 men under hermand caught Vicky off guard, and for a moment, she was taken aback. However, she quicklyposed herself, took a deep breath, and ced her trust in n''s judgment.


    With the introductionplete, n knew that their immediate focus had to be on creating an efficient and effective structure for the unit. Ideally, he would have liked to organize the group based on their unique skills and strengths. However, the game''s conditions demanded a different approach.


    In the early hours of the game, yers could only form groups of 10 yers, which required them to adapt to a different strategy. To ensure their survival, n needed to establish 20 squads, each led by a capable squad leader. This organization was crucial for their collective sess in the perilous initial phases of the game.


    Marsh was entrusted with selecting his 10 squad leaders from the military personnel, drawing on their experience and discipline. Meanwhile, n worked closely with Vicky as she chose 10 more squad leaders from the original Wolverines. Among those chosen were Vicky, Rose, Daniel, Kenny, Bill, Shamus, Marie, Gus, Milo, and Poe.


    To ensure the Wolverines'' highest chances of survival, n meticulously divided the 40 support units and the 60 new members into the two toons, making each squad consisted of 2 support units and 3 new members, with the remaining slots being filled by either military personnel in Marsh''s toon or original Wolverines members in Vicky''s toon to maintain a sense of familiarity.


    Milo proposed the division of the ten inmates into two squads, with him and Poe taking on leadership roles for these teams. Theposition of these squads would remain consistent with the Wolverines'' structure, consisting of two support units and new members to fill the number. With n''s consent for the proposed squad division, the additional support units and new members showed signs of anxiety, their foreheads glistening with sweat, as they anticipated bing part of the inmate-led teams.


    While many of the squad leaders under Vicky''smandcked battle leadership experience, n prioritized trust and reliability over experience. He believed that leadership skills could be developed over time through training and shared experiences. This approach underscored the importance of teamwork and unity within the Wolverines unit.


    The details of the training program were left to Vicky and Marsh, but n emphasized the need for a gradual and challenging process. The training wouldmence with small-scale exercises, such as teams of five memberspeting against each other. Subsequently, moreplex challenges tailored to each squad''s abilities would follow, culminating in a final test that required the entire 100-man toon to work together effectively.


    "You have the whole day to train," he announced, his eyes resting on Vicky as she expressed her surprise. "What? You are not training with us?"


    n, with a calm and reassuring smile, replied, "Unfortunately, no."


    He hadplete faith in Vicky''s leadership abilities and knew that she had the best interests of the toon at heart. Moreover, Lieutenant Marsh possessed the skills and capabilities needed to carry out the training effectively. With Vicky and Marsh overseeing the training, n felt confident that they would prepare the unit adequately.


    n then proceeded to head toward their workshop where he found all the necessary materials neatly prepared for him. n wasted no time and started crafting, focusing on ensuring that their equipment and supplies were ready for the uing game.


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Your (Science - Master) allows you to sessfully create an umon item]


    [Your Inventor Jobss allows you to sessfully create a higher quality item]


    [Name: Metal Sword]


    [Name: Metal Shield]


    [Name: Metal Armor]


    It was a grueling six hours of non-stop work, but n''s determination didn''t waver as he meticulously crafted thest batch of 150 sets of items to distribute to his units. Even though it was a significant aplishment, he wasn''t ready to call it a day just yet.


    He went to another table where another batch of materials, consisted of hundreds of cut-out pieces from mon] items. Alongside them, there was a bowl of antiseptics and alcohol, ready for him to work his crafting magic.


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Your (Science - Master) allows you to sessfully create an umon item]


    [Your Inventor Jobss allows you to sessfully create a higher quality item]


    [Name: Medical Bandage]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Recovers 90 HP within 1.5 minutes]


    [Effects: Suppresses Bleeding]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: It''s smelly but effective]


    n''s dedication to perfecting his craft had paid off.


    With his previous expert skill, he was already able to create this item, but with a very small chance of sess. His [Master] skill and [Inventor] job ss had not just made all of them [umon] but also managed to transform the mundane into the extraordinary.


    The medical bandages he created boasted significantly improved stats. Their HP restoration had jumped from 80 to 90, their usage time had been reduced from 2 minutes to 1.5 minutes, and their recovery rate was impressively improved from 0.66HP per second to 1 HP per second. It was undoubtedly the finest medical bandage avable in the game, a testament to his crafting prowess.


    Despite spending most of hisst day in the workshop, n knew his work wasn''t done. He still had sword training to conduct, with over 300 eager yers, some of whom were his own unit members aiming to acquire the [novice] sword weapon skill. n patiently spent a few hours of his time on thisst batch of yers, hoping it would increase their chances of survival. As the day turned into night, a notification appeared on his game link,


    [Next apocalypse game will start in 12 hours, prepare yourself ordingly]


    [Time Left - 12:00]


    With limited time remaining, n knew there were still a few crucial tasks he had to address before the new round began.


    x x x x

 Chapter 155 Insight

    <h4>Chapter 155 Insight</h4>


    With a sense of resolute focus, n knew that he had ticked off most of the essential items on his preparation checklist. However, one crucial task loomedrge before him: the need to elevate his own capabilities. This could only be achieved by judiciously allocating his hard-earned rank rewards and attributes. Most yers would rush to the in-game shop to acquire new gear or skills, but n had a different n.


    Instead of making a beeline for the shop like so many others would, he retraced his steps back to the cabin and took out his "Beginner Guide to Enlightenment,".?n was determined to dedicate the remaining hours to immerse himself in the book''s wisdom.


    The "Beginner Guide to Enlightenment" was no ordinary read; it demanded hours upon hours of devoted attention. In its pages, n had foundyers of profound wisdom. The first part alone had devoured a full ten hours of his time, the second part required twenty-four hours of deep meditation to untangle the profound insights contained within.


    For the past twelve days, he had diligently divided his time between brief periods of sleep and concentrated study. In total, he had managed to devote twenty precious hours to understanding the intricate wisdom of the book. This had allowed him to grasp the essence of the third part of the guide,pleting half of its profound teachings. n''s determination was unwavering, driven by the urgency of finishing the book before the third round of the game began.


    Admittedly, the odds of sess may not have appeared overly optimistic. But n held steadfast to his belief that the time required toprehend the book was directly proportional to his intelligence. And now, with a boosted B-rank intelligence, he harbored a glimmer of hope that he could achieve his goal. If he did fail, he understood that alternative paths for his upgrade would need to be explored, and the book would be revisited during the next round. But n wasn''t willing to squander another moment.


    Assuming the lotus position, he entered a state of deep concentration.


    n embarked on his mental journey by taking slow, deliberate breaths, aligning his focus with the deep well of spiritual energy within. As the hours passed, he felt himself drawn further into the book, losing track of time as the text revealedyer uponyer of profound insight.


    The first hour slipped by unnoticed, followed by three more. Six hours passed in what seemed like the blink of an eye. n remained absorbed, his mind entirely engaged in the book''s intricate teachings. To his astonishment, after a mere eight hours of intense concentration, he felt that he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. It was a far swifterprehension than he had anticipated.


    Perhaps it was the boost to his intelligence, or maybe the fact that he had grasped much of the wisdom from the previous two parts, that had expedited his progress. Regardless, he found himself reaching the conclusion of the book much sooner than expected. With an exhrating sense of aplishment, n realized that he had finallypleted the entire text.


    A notification promptly appeared in his gamelink, confirming his sess:


    [You have sessfullyprehended the third part of the book]


    [Increase 10 Maximum Spirit Points]


    [Received one free attribute point]


    The moment of realization was nothing short of extraordinary. As n concluded his understanding of the third and final part of the book, his mind underwent a profound transformation. It felt like a floodgate had burst open, unleashing a torrent of enlightenment that surged through his being.


    The journey to enlightenmentmenced with n delving into the very core of the mind, or as one might describe it in more scientific terms, the power of the brain itself.


    He began to perceive the stream of consciousness in an entirely new light. It was a formless entity, devoid of any definable shape or color. This stream was in a perpetual state of impermanence, a continuous and ever-shifting flow from one moment to the next. n marveled at the intricate nature of thoughts, each one seamlessly connected to the next, forming an unbroken chain. The concept of a "first" thought dissolved, revealing the existence of a vast and unending cosmic consciousness, a wellspring of mental energy that stretched into infinity.


    As he grasped these revtions, a notification appeared in his gamelink, marking the culmination of a hidden quest:


    [You havepleted a hidden quest - The Sage Path to Enlightenment]


    [You have received a special reward]


    [Acquired Title: Sage of Knowledge]


    [Sage of Knowledge: You possess the ability to draw mental power from your intelligence, each point you receive to intelligence will be reflected to 25% of spirit power]


    This was the long-anticipated bonus he had hoped for, the very reason he had taken the risk to transition from being a knight to a schr, and why he had invested his hard-earned attributes into intelligence.


    With his B rank in Intelligence, n could convert 12 intelligence points he has from F to B rank which amounted to a substantial 300% increase in his spirit power or, a gain of 3 spirit attribute points. In practical terms, this tranted to his spirit-rted activities being 30% more potent.


    While this might not appear to be a significant boost, n couldn''t wait to find and absorb the knowledge contained in the next book. As expected, now that he had finished the first book, a new notification chimed in his mind, revealing a new mission.


    [Hidden mission activated]


    [Find the second book - Advance Guide to Enlightenment]


    The mission provided no clues, but fortunately, n had an inkling of where to begin. In moments like this, having knowledge from previous ythroughs felt like a form of cheating.


    Now that he had aplished what he set out to achieve, n had just under 3 hours to make his final preparations before the round started. It was time for shop for some skill and spells.


    x x x x x

 Chapter 156 Spell Shop

    <h4>Chapter 156 Spell Shop</h4>


    As the sun slowly climbed above the horizon, casting a soft, golden hue over the middle deck of the cruise ship, n navigated through the atmosphere that was charged with anticipation. The impending third round of the game hung like an invisible shroud over everyone. Some yers engaged in animated discussions at the bars, their voices tinged with both excitement and apprehension. Others, much like n, opted to devote their final hours to a different activity: shopping.


    n''s initial destination was the familiar [Item Shop]. He had no immediate intention of making purchases, as most of his essential supplies for the uing round had already been entrusted to Bill. His visit was primarily to check in on Bill, who was on the verge of setting up his [Wolverine Shop] for the next round.


    Bill, the former CEO, was meticulously handling the consolidation of the survival points he''d amassed during thest three days. There was a certain gleam of satisfaction in his eyes, an unspoken testament to the shop''s sess and its newfound profits. Bill''s adept business sense had allowed him to effortlessly return n''s initial 30,000 survival points investment, fortuitously timed for n''s current needs.


    With a confident nod, n addressed hisrades, "Alright, see you all in an hour." It was a message of reassurance to his team, acknowledging the importance of the imminent round and the preparations that awaited them. n was determined to make the most of the limited time left, embarking on the final phase of his preparations.


    "Alright, see you all in one hour," n dered before rushing towards his highest-priority shop: the [Spell Shop].


    The shop was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the temple in the port town. Limited by the ship''s space, it took on the appearance of an old-fashioned establishment. The room exuded a vintage charm, with wooden walls and floors, antique furniture, and a towering grandfather clock that stood sentinel nearby.


    Amid this quaint atmosphere, n approached the corner of the room where a female NPC held court. Her demeanor was as icy as her attire, with long ck hair and dark garments that entuated her cool aura. She acknowledged the yers with a curt wee, her voice carrying an unmistakable trace of aloofness.


    "Wee to the spell shop, yers. What can I help you with?" she intoned with a formality that matched the shop''s atmosphere. Her gaze hinted at an expectant efficiency, ready to cater to the needs of those who sought her services.


    n, prior to engaging with the NPC, instinctively essed his stats, gearing up for the important interaction ahead.


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 31:109550/120000]


    [HP: 310/310]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Spirit points: 80]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Strength: E+]


    [Agility: C+]


    [Endurance: D+]


    [Perception: D]


    [Intelligence: B]


    [Spirit: E]


    [Survival Points: 35750]


    [three attribute points to distribute]


    [You have 1x D rank reward and 9x E rank reward. 4 x F rank reward]


    [Jobss: Inventor]


    [Title: Pyromaniac, Beast Hunter, Sword Instructor, Sage of Knowledge]


    Having formted a precise n for his enhancement, he decided to allocate three of his treasured attribute points toward the augmentation of his Spirit. As hemitted to this change, the interface provided a glowing confirmation, signifying his sessful upgrade:


    [Spirit: E] +3 [E > E+] [E+> D-][D-> D]


    While physical enhancements usually tranted into a sensation of increased muscr strength, these three attribute points rted to Spirit invoked a different experience. As he focused on the upgrade, n felt a warmth emanating from his inner core, followed by a rapid surge of electric energy coursing through his entire body. The unfamiliar sensation was surreal, but it soon gave way to a heightened rity of his surroundings.


    With his newfound upgrade in Spirit, n turned his attention to the female NPC. She acknowledged his progress and stated, "yer, your spirit power level enables you to learn an umon level spell."


    In the realm of spellcasting, there were tiers to categorize the potency and rarity of spells. Tier one consisted of themon-level spells, while tier two held the umon spells that n urgently required for the impending round. His [Sage of Knowledge] title, as influential as it was, granted him an augmentation of three spirit attributes. However, it didn''t provide him with the actual attributes needed to ess the more potent spells. If it had, n would have been able to aim for the [Superior] spell, a much more advanced magical spell.


    Following this revtion, a panel materialized before him, disying a catalog of the two types of spells that nowy within his reach, waiting to be harnessed. As with the skill shops, each tier came with its own distinct cost, and n had to make a decision on how he would invest his resources to secure the spells he desired.


    With his heightened spirit attributes, a broader array of tier 1 spells presented themselves to n, far more diverse than what he had encountered in Port Town. As he gazed upon the list of avable spells, he considered their potential applications:


    [Tier 1 spells: F rank / 500 survival points]


    [Chill: Lowering the ambient temperature to create difort]


    [Torch: Conjuring a small fire, suitable for everyday use]


    [Minor Ward: Crafting a protective barrier capable of absorbing limited damage]


    [Minor Heal: A quick and straightforward healing spell tailored for minor injuries.


    [Restore Stamina: Restoring depleted stamina, either to the caster or an ally.


    [Cure Poison: Cleansing the body of low-level poisons.


    [Open: Utching and opening locked objects.


    [Feather Fall: Reducing falling damage, especially handy in precarious situations.


    [Tier 2 spells: E rank reward / 3000 survival points]


    [Push: The ability to generate a force capable of throwing and pushing objects away.


    [Levitate: The power to make objects float or defy gravity''s pull]


    [Magic Missile: A direct, ranged spell that shoots out magical projectiles to target enemies]


    [Water Breathing: Granting the ability to breathe underwater]


    [Minor Blessing: Invoking a minor blessing that gained minimal defense rating and damage]


    [Animate Rope: Bringing ropes to life and fulfilling a specific task]


    n was determined to be well-prepared for the challenges of the uing round. With a clear understanding of his needs, he made quick decisions and purchased several spells that he believed would be essential. Breaking his precious E-rank reward was a calcted choice to ensure his readiness. His selections were:


    Tier 1 : [Minor Ward] [Minor Heal] [Restore Stamina] [Cure Poison] [Feather fall] [Torch]


    Tier 2: [Push] [Minor Blessing] [Magic missile] [Levitate]


    With confidence "Yes," n made the purchase


    [Purchasepleted]


    [Survival points: 35750 > 20750]


    [F Rank reward x6, E Rank reward x 4]

 Chapter 157 Skill Shop

    Chapter 157 Skill Shop


    n entered the Skill Shop, finding it to be a spacious and inviting area, quite different from the Spell Shop. The shop provided ample space, even featuring a corner room designated for testing various weapons and skills. As he stepped into the establishment, he was greeted by a female NPC who inquired about his interest in acquiring new skills.


    Before delving into the panel disying avable skills for purchase, n decided to take stock of his current skill set. He essed his game link, where a neatly organized list of skills was disyed, offering a clear view of his strengths and potential areas for growth:


    [Common Skill]


    [Unarmed Combat (Novice)]


    [Dagger Weapon (Novice)]


    [Small Firearm (Expert)]


    [Sword Weapon (Master)]


    ####


    [Umon Skill]


    [First Aid (Basic)]


    [Repair (Basic)]


    [Sneak (Expert)]


    ####


    [Unique Skill]


    [Science (Master)]


    ####


    [Active Skill]


    [Crafting] [Meditation] [Light Steps] [ [Eagle Eye], [Lunge Strike], [Power Strike], [Concealment].


    As he contemted his skill list, n faced a critical decision. He aspired to elevate either his [First Aid], [Unarmed Combat], or [Dagger Weapon] skills to the Expert level. By doing so, he would unlock additional active skills, further enhancing his versatility and capabilities. However, his avable rank rewards were limited, and his recent choice to embrace the path of magic had significantly constrained his resources. n was left with a mere 1x D rank reward, 4x E rank rewards, and 1x F rank reward to allocate.


    He moved toward the panel and started to browse through the avable skills to purchase. With his skill optionsid out before him, n examined the various possibilities he could invest in, considering his current level and progress in the game.


    [Main skill]


    [Sword weapon] [Dagger weapon] [Spear weapon] [Axe weapon] [Blunt Weapon] [Bow weapon] [Throwing weapon] [Hand to Hand] [Small Firearm] [Medium Firearm] [Big Firearm]


    ####


    [Life skill]


    [Fishing] [Mining] [Woodworking] [Skinning][Harvesting][Climbing] [Swimming] [Riding]


    The "Life Skills" section was a recent addition to the avable skill choices, each skill granting a 10% increase in speed for performing the associated tasks. n hadmunicated with his support team, outlining their roles and the skills they should focus on to best prepare for the uing round.


    All were passive skills that could be useful for the next round and with the price it offers; [Basic Level: 500 survival points]


    [Novice Level: F rank / 500 survival points]


    [Expert Level: E rank reward / 500 survival points]


    Given their practicality and reasonable cost, n decided to invest in all three basic-level skills. He recognized that these basic skills could be upgradedter, as circumstances and experience dictated.


    [Riding (Basic)]: A foundational skill that focuses on the fundamentals of riding and controlling animals effectively.


    [Swimming (Basic)]: The basics of swimming, aimed at enhancing swimming efficiency.


    [Climbing (Basic)]: A skill focusing on the fundamental techniques of climbing and hiking, particrly useful for scaling mountains and steep terrain.


    The acquisition of these basic life skills came at a cost of 1,500 survival points, slightly reducing his overall total.


    [Survival Points: 20,750 > 19,250]


    With the basic skills secured, n shifted his focus to the selection of active skills, which offered variousbat and tactical advantages. As a master of small firearms, he had the opportunity to delve into the expert-level skills. Among these skills were:


    [Small Firearm - Common] [E rank reward / 500]


    [Steady Hand]: Enhancing uracy and reducing recoil when firing small firearms.


    [Rapid Fire]: The ability to increase firing speed withoutpromising uracy.


    ####


    [Small Firearm - Umon] [E rank reward / 3,000]


    [Dual Guns]: The capability to effectively use two small firearms simultaneously without suffering uracy penalties.


    [Trick Shot]: The skill to execute precise shots from challenging angles or using acrobatic maneuvers.


    [Close Quarter Combat]: A focus on utilizing firearms effectively in close-quartersbat scenarios, including skills like quick draws, hip firing, and firearm disarms.


    ####


    The next panel disyed an impressive array of sword-rted skills, bothmon and umon, that could significantly enhance his abilities as a swordmaster. As a Master in the sword weapon skill, n now had the opportunity to acquire new techniques and capabilities to improve hisbat proficiency.


    [Sword Weapon - Common] [E rank reward / 500]:


    [Swift de]: Enhances attack speed and dexterity with swords, facilitating faster and smoother movements.


    [Spinning de]: Allows the wielder to perform a sweeping attack, striking multiple enemies in a circr motion.


    [Precision Strike]: Enables precise targeting of specific areas on an opponent for maximum damage, including vital organs and limbs.


    ####


    [Sword Weapon - Umon] [E rank reward / 3,000]:


    [Dual Wield]: Grants the ability to use two swords simultaneously without suffering uracy penalties.


    [Fencing]: Focuses on techniques emphasizing speed, agility, and precise thrusting attacks.


    [Blind Sword]: Allowsbat effectiveness without reliance on vision, a valuable skill in challenging situations.


    [Sword Dance]: Incorporates graceful and fluid movements resembling a dance, confusing and mesmerizing opponents.


    [de Frenzy]: Enables rapid and continuous strikes, overwhelming opponents with speed and aggression.


    [Sword and Shield]: Combines a sword with a shield, providing both offensive capabilities and increased protection.


    The selection and investment in these sword skills would undoubtedly enhance hisbat capabilities and potentially tip the scales in his favor during intense battles.


    n continued to browse through the avable skills, and he turned his attention to the "Sneak" skill tree. Having acquired mastery in the sword weapon skill, he was presented with more advanced options for his "Sneak" skills, bothmon and umon.


    [Sneak - Common] [E rank reward / 500]:


    [Escape]: Enhanced movement speed during perilous situations.


    ####


    [Sneak - Umon [E rank reward / 3,000]:


    [Shadow Strike]: Mastery of this skill allowed characters to seemingly disappear and reappear behind an opponent for a stealthy, surprise attack.


    The umon "Shadow Strike" skill was a direct result of his mastery in both [sneak] and [sword weapon].


    Recognizing the significance of a sword skill for the next round of the Apocalypse game, n invested more in sword skills that would enhance his meleebat capabilities, including [Shadow Strike], [de Frenzy], and [Swift de].


    As for the firearm, He chose [Trick Shot], a skill that would be invaluable when navigating challenging environments or facing other yers. Furthermore, the skills [Dual Guns] and [Rapid Fire] would be indispensable in situations requiring rapid and extensive firepower.


    [Purchasepleted]


    [Survival points: 19250> 3750]


    [E Rank reward x6]

 Chapter 158 Last Preparation

    Chapter 158 Last Preparation


    With the countdown to the next round looming, n rushed to the workshop, his urgency reflecting his keen awareness of the impending game.


    Optimizing his preparations, he utilized the [Spatial Ring], a versatile tool that allowed him to efficiently store surplus items. Even some of the mon] junk provided by the military found its way into the ring, as n knew that once they departed the luxurious cruise ship, anything left behind would be irretrievably lost. Most notably, the cumbersome [Metal Furnace], one of his ingenious creations, was carefully packed into the ring, taking up a significant portion of the avable space.


    n''s path guided him through the special team workshops, where Dn and his proficient crew of engineers toiled diligently. n dropped by to assess the items they had collectively crafted and observed the satisfaction radiating from their faces. It was clear that they took pride in a job well done. To ensure the items'' safety and readiness for the uing round, they were methodically stored in the military storage ring, under the watchful care of Dn.


    n''s previous help assisting Gaston in working onmunication devices had rewarded him with a set of items.


    [TWH -100]


    [Type: Tools]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Effect: Long-rangemunication]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    These tactical headsets, numbering 20 in total, were instrumental in establishing long-rangemunication within the game. The tactical headset was equipped with an additional item, a radio acting as an antenna, ensuring seamlessmunication across the battlefield.


    [CD 116]


    [Type: Tools]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Effect: Mobile radio Inte]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    n expressed his heartfelt gratitude to the special units who had worked diligently to prepare these vital devices. He hoped for their safety and looked forward to their eventual reunion in the third round, where the tools they had created would y a pivotal role in their sess.


    With all the necessary preparationspleted and his checklist satisfactorily marked off, n made his way back to the training hall, where his newly formed Wolverine Militia had gathered. d in their new sets of [umon] equipment, they stood in formation, presenting a picture of disciplined soldiers, ready for action.


    Despite the mere 24 hours they had spent training together, n couldn''t help but notice the emergence of a certain camaraderie among them. There was an unspoken bond forming, one that transcended the brevity of their time together.


    n summoned Vicky, Marsh, and the 20 squad leaders for a final debriefing.


    "We''re ready to go!" Vicky eximed with an air of optimism. However, n knew that beneath their fa?ade of readiness, everyone was enduring thest hour with mounting suspense and tension.


    He began by instructing them on the use of the newly acquiredmunication devices, ensuring that they were well-versed in their operation. Next, he briefed them on rendezvous and coordination techniques, including the use of terrain and smoke signals to facilitate efficientmunication.


    "Bring along any other yers you find to akeside near the hill" n emphasized.


    He exined the specific location on the map with rity, leaving no room for ambiguity. When it came to matters of life and death, he knew there was no time for vagueness, and he treated this information as vital military intelligence to answer their confusion.


    While the squad leaders familiarized themselves with the operation of themunication devices, n gathered Bill and the three dedicated crafters to discuss the allocation of survival points.


    A total of 600 yers had registered for the sword training, and among them, 160 were members of the Wolverines. This tranted to abined registration fee of 220,000 survival points.


    As for the Wolverines shop, they had garnered an impressive 3.5 million survival points in total expenditures, resulting in a 2% profit of 70,000 survival points. Additionally, thanks to the trade of [umon] items, they had received an extra 50,000 survival points. This brought a grand total to 340,000 survival points.


    Assuming the role of their leader and with full authority, n initiated the distribution of the funds. He allocated 30,000 survival points to Bill for his pivotal role in trading, thanks to his special [mercantile] skill. The three primary crafters, Shamus, Gus, and Marie, were each rewarded with 10,000 survival points for their dedicated crafting efforts. As for the original team of 30 crafters, they received 5,000 survival points each, while the newly recruited 10 members were granted 3,000 survival points each. After this allocation, there were still 100,000 survival points remaining. n decided to take half for his share and set aside the other half for future needs.


    The distribution of survival points had been strategically nned. The support team, having invested more time in crafting than training, received extra survival points. This allocation increased their chances of survival when they inevitably faced death in the uing game. In contrast, the fighters were equipped with a set of [umon] items free of charge.


    As n was in the process of sharing the survival points, Luis entered the hall with a delightful surprise. He hadpleted a task assigned to him by n and unveiled boxes filled with freshly wrapped burgers.


    [Cheese Burger]


    [Type: Foods]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: 20% Stamina regeneration within two hours]


    [Effects: None ]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: High calories to burn]


    The food was meant to be consumed at the start of the game, providing a much-needed boost for the initial hours to enhance their chances of survival. This thoughtful gesture lifted the spirits of the entire Wolverine militia, creating a more optimistic atmosphere.


    Shortly after, the digital disy overhead revealed that only a single hour remained before themencement of the third round. At the same time, Captain Carter''s voice echoed through the ship''s inte, calling all the yers to gather on the top deck. of the cruise ship, where they would spend the final hour together in anticipation of the uing challenge.

 Chapter 159 Last Hour

    Chapter 159 Last Hour


    As the digital announcement disyed the ominous countdown, indicating that there were only 60 minutes remaining before the third-round game wouldmence, the pressure and anxiety among the gathered yers reached its zenith. They huddled together on the top deck of the cruise ship, cherishing thest remnants offort and normalcy before the impending trials of the game.


    Amidst the crowd, n took the opportunity to seek out a particr group that had stood out from the rest. It was led by Merle, the crimson gunner, and his ragtag gang of rednecks. Merle''s enthusiastic greeting, infused with his characteristic brashness, met n''s weing smile. However, n''s offer was clear when he said, "Are you sure you don''t want to join us?"


    Merle''s response was immediate and resolute. "Hell no, you are a government goon now. Besides, we''re better off with our small group."


    n''s gaze extended to the four members surrounding Merle, each with their own unique character. There was the mustached Russ, the sassy Ruth, the young and energetic Wyatt, and the stalwart Boyd. Their unwavering loyalty to Merle was evident when all rejected the offer.


    n then presented his newly crafted weapons and armor as an offering, and sensing their hesitation, he added, "No strings attached. Just consider it a thank you, and I hope for your safety in the next round."


    Merle nodded, and his fourpanions epted the items with a mixture of excitement and gratitude. Merle, ever one to assert his independence, made it clear, "Don''t think that this means I owe you! I have paid my debt!"


    n responded with an understanding nod. "Of course, Merle." Their exchange bore an unspoken acknowledgment of theplexities that had shaped their rtionship within the game.


    With a sense of caution, n leaned in closer to Merle and his group, speaking in hushed tones as he shared what he humorously referred to as ''government intel.'' He provided them with valuable information and insights to aid in their uing challenges, concluding with his heartfelt best wishes for their safety and sess.


    Just as their conversation came to a close, Captain Carter ascended to the top of a podium thatmanded the attention of the vast and crowded deck, which now housed over three thousand yers. She began to address the assembly,


    "Dear fellow yers, we are grateful to have so many still with us to join for the next round"


    Captain Carter proceeded to recognize andmend the remarkable feats of various individuals, from Lieutenant Summers and his elite special forces team to Cachellos and his formidable ck Sand group. She even mentioned the Blood Patriots and acknowledged the sense of security that yers like Marcus Wright provided for the uing round.


    However, she did not limit her praise to only the well-known heroes. Captain Carter went on to celebrate the unsung heroes¡ªthose who toiled diligently to provide sustenance or the private who courageously carried multiple unconscious yers to safety. She emphasized that no task was too small, and the collective contributions of each yer were vital in securing their collective survival.


    As Captain Carter''s speech continued, she reached a point where she acknowledged the impressive contributions of the militia, now officially known as the fourthpany, "The Wolverine Company." Her words carried the weight of a seasoned orator as she spoke about their leader, n, a teacher who had stepped up to lead both military and civilian units. She emphasized the importance of cooperation, weaving it into a powerful narrative.


    n recognized that he was being used as a symbol of cooperation, a face meant to encourage more civilian yers to follow the captain''s orders. While he understood and appreciated the captain''s intentions, he also felt the gravity of the responsibility ced upon his shoulders.


    However, as he stood there, surrounded by over 3,000 yers, and saw the hope in their faces, it brought back memories of his own tragic past. Despite all the preparation, he couldn''t shake the feeling that it would be a stroke of fortune if even half of them returned from the third round.


    This somber realization dulled his enthusiasm for addressing the crowd. He politely excused himself and began to step away. That''s when a familiar figure, Captain Farell, blocked his path and voiced his discontent. "After all that honor given to you, and you''re just leaving? Huh! What a joke!" The captain''s words held a tone of annoyance and disappointment.


    n, having no desire to engage in an argument, silently proceeded back to his units. Overwhelmed by anxiety, he began searching for any overlooked tasks, second-guessing if there was anything else he should have done.


    His reaction didn''t go unnoticed by those who were familiar with him. Vicky approached him and asked, "Mr. D, are you alright?" The image of Daniel''s death in the previous game haunted n''s thoughts.


    In an attempt to calm his nerves, n retreated to a corner of the cruise ship, pulling out a small item from his pocket.


    [Name: Cigarettes]


    [Type: Misceneous]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: None]


    [Effect: Reduce fear and anxiety]


    n took a moment to steady his nerves. He reached into his pocket, retrieved a cigarette, and lit it. Taking a deep drag, he closed his eyes, allowing the familiar ritual to calm his racing thoughts.


    A short whileter, Vicky, Milo, and Luis joined him on the deck. Their presence was reassuring, serving as a source of strength for n. He drew inspiration from their unwavering support. In their eyes, he saw trust and faith, a reminder that they were all in this together. The weight of leadership was not his alone.


    As his game link started beeping, signaling the impending start of the second round, n and every yer aboard the cruise received the message:


    [Attention: You have 10 minutes before the second-round game starts]


    In the final minutes, n made the decision to distribute his 10,000 survival points to each of his team members, ensuring they had a better chance of surviving the round. His generous offer was met with reluctance and concern from Vicky, who protested, "No, n, we can''t ept them."


    n insisted, "Just keep it for me and return it to me after the game." One by one, he handed out the points to his loyal team. Among them, Rose, a figure known for her stoic demeanor, approached n, silently indicating her request for a share. n willingly granted her the points and remarked, "I hope one of these days you will share a little about yourself with me."


    The girl remained silent and joined the others, each finding their ce within their respective squads of ten. n, however, made a deliberate choice not to enter the game without a squad. It wasn''t because all the squad leader positions were already upied by ten Wolverine yers but for a more crucial reason.


    In the first game, n had been teleported to the exact same apartment room as in his previous life. During the second round, being at a party led to his arrival at a different location. Now, he intended to test whether teleporting individually, as he had the previous time, would take him back to the same ce from his past life. It was an experiment that held significant importance for his future ns.


    In the dwindling seconds before the game''smencement, he looked upon his units and Vicky''s smile lit up the scene as she shouted, "Let''s go Wolverines!" Her spirited cry was echoed by the others as they followed the chant, rallying themselves for the challenges thaty ahead.


    [10 minutes are up]


    [Authenticating Element...]


    [The third round of the Apocalypse game will begin shortly...]


    [Server location: New York, America]


    [3,352 yers detected]


    [Entering Game, Round three...]


    [Human versus Inhuman]


    [Background: Dark Ages, 300AD, Roman Empire extended far into the reach of Britain. It was a time unknown to the history of men, a time when knights and magic lived among the people, along with dark things creeping in the shadow]


    [Main Quest: Survive]


    [Time: 7 days]


    [Secondary Quest (Optional): Kill the source of darkness]


    [Mission Failure Penalty: 10,000 survival points]


    With the final notification popping up, the third round of Apocalypse Game, Year 4 has finally begun.


    x x x x x x


    Author Note:


    I hope you are as excited about the next arc as I am. Please support the novel by purchasing the privileged chapters. There are currently 20 action-packed chapters ready to be read.

 Chapter 160 Round Three

    Chapter 160 Round Three


    [Game Start]


    As the window screen dissolved, n''s senses gradually returned. His eyes opened, and he found himself standing in the midst of a dense forest, the fading light of dusk casting eerie shadows among the trees.


    In the distance, beyond the foliage, a chaotic scene unfolded. Flickering fires illuminated the forest, and the air was filled with the sounds of battle ¨C shouts, screams, and the unmistakable sh of steel. n swiftly took out his weapon, the gleaming de of the [Third Reich sword] firmly gripped in his hand, and he charged toward the source of themotion.


    As he pushed deeper into the forest, he came upon a harrowing sight. Towering and menacing, battle-hardened warriors d in dark leather armor, adorned with metal studs and rivets, and draped in animal pelts as cloaks, were ruthlessly pursuing a group of terrified vigers. With their brutal axes and swords, the warriors showed no mercy, leaving devastation in their wake.


    n''s heart raced as he watched the horrifying scene. He recognized the attackers as Saxon warriors, notorious for their cruelty and aggression. It was a massacre, and the vigers had no means to defend themselves.


    Then, a notification appeared on his game link.


    [You Received F Level Quest: Save the vigers]


    n''s immediate instinct wasn''t to rush into the fray and save the vigers. As convincing as the scene appeared to be a real-life bloodbath, these vigers were NPCs, part of the game''s simtion, and n wasn''t willing to endanger himself for their sake. It was best to assess the situation before taking any rash actions.


    One particr detail gave him reason for concern. In his previous life within the game, he had indeed encountered Saxon warriors, but the circumstances were different. He''d been situated within a Roman garrison, watching the battle unfold from a much safer position.


    This ring inconsistency left him pondering two possibilities. The first was tied to his high level and impressive stats, specting that the game had ced him in this harrowing situation due to his advanced character progression. The second possibility was the one that he feared the most.


    To confirm his theory, n sprung into action. He closed the gap swiftly, employing his [Lunge Attack] to get the drop on one of the Saxon warriors who was moments away from delivering a death blow to a helpless viger. n''s well-executed maneuver took the Saxon by surprise.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 158 damage],


    [Critical hit inflicted from sneak attack, 77 damage, Target dies¡­]


    n''s quick thinking and skillful attack granted him 250 experience points and 125 survival points. However, the act of killing one of the Saxon''srades called out the remaining Saxon warriors, who bristled with anger, their focus now squarely on n.


    [Saxon Warrior]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: E+]


    These brutalbatants were a rank above Nazi-trained soldiers, boasting impressive attack capabilities and decent speed. Despite their rtive strength, they were no match for n''s advanced stats and honedbat skills. Their defenses left much to be desired, making them vulnerable to n''s strikes.


    [You gained 1000 XP and 500 survival points]


    As thest of the Saxon warriors fell, the surviving vigers watched in a mix of relief and awe. One of them stepped forward, a glimmer of hope in their eyes, and spoke to n with a plea for help.


    "Warrior, please, save my vige. I beg you."


    The dire situation became clear as the vigers told him about the brutal Saxon that was currently raiding their vige just across the forest. Their peaceful settlement had been ravaged, with vigers in and their homes set aze. The gravity of the situation didn''t excite n; instead, it brought a sense of trepidation, knowing full well the challenges that would be waiting for him.


    In response, n hastily retrieved his [CD116 Mobile Radio] and tried to establish contact with any of his Wolverine units.


    "Wolverines, this is n,e in," he repeated into the device, listening intently for any sign of a response.


    To his dismay, the transmission was marred by static, rendering any messages unintelligible. It was an rming development that heightened n''s anxiety. Either the device was malfunctioning or the Wolverines were much farther away than he had anticipated.


    n contemted moving to higher ground to improve his reception when the unmistakable sound of firearms echoed from the direction of the vige.


    Amid the chaos and the sounds of battle, n had a glimmer of hope. With the sound of firearms, there was a high probability that some of the Wolverines or other yers might be in the vicinity, so he made the decision to rush toward the vige. As he approached, the grim reality became apparent ¨C the vige was under siege by a formidable war party of Saxon warriors, numbering at least a hundred.


    n soon encountered a group of two dozen yers who were holding their ground and defending the beleaguered vigers. Among them, he recognized Robs, the former police officer who led Militia 13. n''s spirits were lifted when he saw Bill and his group of 10 fighters in another corner, fiercely battling the iing Saxons.


    Utilizing firearms, these groups managed to fend off the Saxon attackers, but it was a daunting task. Vigers had already fallen victim to the merciless raiders, with hundreds of casualties.


    n charged into the heart of the vige, taking down a few Saxons in his path. His arrival prompted cheers of relief, and Bill, the CEO, couldn''t hide his tion.


    "Ourmander is here, we are saved!" Bill shouted, overjoyed at n''s presence.


    n, however, knew that they couldn''t stay in the vige. The stakes were too high, and time was of the essence.


    "We need to get out of this vige!" n dered, his sense of urgency clear.


    "What about the quest?!" Robs asked, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "I think we can handle them."


    "No, trust me, follow me," n insisted, his determination unwavering.


    n''s reputation preceded him, and with Bill and his squad ready to follow, Robs wisely decided to join the exodus. The tense atmosphere hung in the air as they moved together, but soon they encountered a group of Saxon warriors blocking their escape route.


    As n prepared to break through the enemy lines, a realization struck. These warriors were actually Asian, and a few were armed with firearms. The situation took an unexpected turn.


    "n, they are other yers! From another server?" Bill eximed.


    The leader of the Asian group intervened, preventing the Saxons from attacking. He asked, "Who are you guys? From which server?"


    The presence of the Asian yers triggered a surge of anxiety within n. n knew that these yers before them hailed from the Bangkok server, and the Saxons had been listening to them because they were programmed to join the Saxon faction.


    The issue here was that in his previous life, the Thand yers should have received the Angles faction, representing the other Germanic tribes that invaded Britannia. This revtion confirmed n''s worst fears. The reason he hadn''t spawned in the Roman garrison was because the game had assigned them a different faction altogether ¨C not Saxon, not Roman.


    n realized that their situation was far moreplex and perilous than he had initially thought.


    Despite the pause in the Saxon attack, the yers were taken aback as the Saxons continued to mercilessly ughter the vigers. n urgently turned to the Thand yers and implored, "Stop killing them!"


    A yer from Thand responded with a sardonic grin, "He''s worried we''re taking his points."


    n insisted, "No, no, listen to me, stop killing them now!"


    Before he could offer a thorough exnation, an eerie sound echoed through the sky, and the moon transformed into a sinister shade of red. A chilling wind swept through the area, sending shivers down their spines.


    "What''s happening?"


    "We''re toote, prepare to fight."


    "Fight who?" the bewildered yers inquired.


    Simultaneously, a notification shed across their game links, affecting both New York and Bangkok yers.


    [The source of darkness has arrived in Britannia Land]


    [Warning: Danger will arrive in 1 minute]


    The message sent shockwaves through the group, leaving everyone, both yers and Saxon warriors, visibly distressed. As the one-minute countdown reached its conclusion, the entire group was about to witness a scene of pure horror.


    Amidst the chilling, blood-red moon, hundreds of corpses, once vigers and Saxons alike, began to stir.


    The dead had risen.

 Chapter 161 Undead

    Chapter 161 Undead


    Amid the eerie moonlight, the horrific transformation of the lifeless corpses into the living dead unfolded before their horrified eyes. The vige, once peaceful, was now a nightmarish battleground. The undead, driven by a primal hunger, descended upon the nearest living humans with relentless fury. Their first victims were the helpless vigers who had no time to react. The wails of agony and the desperate pleas for help filled the night as the undead tackled and bit their prey, their insatiable hunger leading to gruesome deaths.


    "What sorcery is this?!" The brave Saxon cried out in disbelief as he confronted his deceased friend who had now be a grotesque assant. The color drained from his face as he struggled toprehend the horror unfolding before him.


    "Urghh, he bit me!" he eximed, his voice trembling with fear and pain.


    In a desperate attempt to defend himself, the man pushed the struggling creature away and thrust his sword into its chest. But to his shock and horror, the undead remained undeterred. It did not flinch, nor did it exhibit any signs of pain. The de, despite its lethal intent, seemed incapable of stopping the creature. It continued its relentless advance, ready to deliver another deadly bite. It was only when n''s de severed the creature''s head from its shoulders that it finally ceased its terrifying assault.


    "Aim for their heads for a lethal attack," n''smand cut through the chaos, sparking urgency.


    The chaos around them escted as the situation grew more dire by the second. demonstrating quick thinking, promptly rallied the Saxons to regroup and prepare for the imminent battle.


    "These things!! They are everywhere!!" The urgency in their cry was mirrored in the widening eyes of theirrades. The relentless advance of the undead had created an atmosphere of terror that seemed to suffocate them.


    "You are American, aren''t you? Let''s fight together!" Said the Thand yer to n. It was a simple but resolute proposal that held the promise of survival in this nightmarish ordeal.


    n''s nod was the unspoken pact of alliance, amitment to face the impending horrors together. He swiftly took charge and directed them to take a defensive stance in front of one of thergest stone houses within the vige.


    "Create a shield wall!" n''s voice boomed like thunder. The Saxons, stirred by his authority, sprang into action, forming not one, but three shield walls, with each row of yers finding their ce in the gaps between.


    "Don''t let them through! Stop them!" n''smands were a lifeline in the chaos, guiding their actions with precision.


    A group of a hundred strong,prising yers and Saxons, a unified front, readied themselves for the harrowing confrontation against a horde of over two hundred undead.


    [Zombie]


    [Type: inhuman]


    [Rank: E]


    ####


    [Zombie Warrior]


    [Type: inhuman]


    [Rank: D-]


    Two distinct kinds of undead marauded the vige. Some were born from the ranks of the once-peaceful civilians, while others had once been valiant Saxons. Despite a noticeable reduction in their agility, these undead retained a frenzied aggression that was deeply troubling for both the Saxons and the yers.


    Their primary advantage, however,y in their remarkably resilient health points. If not struck in the head, these zombies exhibited an almost supernatural endurance. Their robust constitution made them formidable adversaries in this grim battle.


    "Shoot them!" Robs, a stalwart leader among the yers, issued the order. His voice was a call to action, and his group of yers, armed with rifles and pistols, unleashed a torrent of gunfire upon the advancing horde. The deafening roar of gunfire filled the night, and the sharp stato of bullets rang out repeatedly. But despite the relentless hail of bullets, it took an astounding 5 to 8 rounds to stop just one undead.


    During those precious moments of reloading, n, demonstrating unyielding resolve, leaped into the fray. Swiftly, he moved among the undead, his de dancing through the air, decapitating more of the advancing abominations.


    However, as the undead pressed forward with relentless determination, the shield walls began to give way.


    "These monster!! they are too strong!!!"


    As the survivors grappled with the relentless onught, they could hardly fathom that their situation might deteriorate further. But to their shock and despair, it did. Emerging from the surrounding woods came dozens more undead. Among this new wave of abominations were the civilians who had met a grisly fate within the forest, victims of the Saxon massacre.


    Panic rippled through the ranks of both the Saxons and the yers. The scale of the impending catastrophe weighed heavily upon them, and fear gripped the hearts of those who had managed to hold on until now.


    "Please help me. I don''t have 10,000 points. Don''t let me die!" A desperate plea rang out amid the chaos, but it only seemed to magnify the fear and desperation that gripped the other yers.


    Seeing one of the Saxons pulled into the ravenous mob of undead, like a piece of meat, and be torn apart, only deepened the dread that had taken hold.


    "n, I can''t keep wasting my ammunition. We need to get out of here!" Robs, a former police officer and leader of the military group raised his voice in desperation. He found a gap in the undead''s ranks and saw it as a chance. Determined to escape from disaster, he fired his rifle and led his group toward the opening in the horde.


    "Don''t go out!" n''s urgent plea resonated through the night, but the desperation had grown too overwhelming.


    The desperate few who decided to make a run for it were not only endangering their own lives but inadvertently creating a bigger breach in the defenses, jeopardizing the survival of those who remained. As they sprinted towards the perceived escape route, a chorus of footfalls echoed through the vige, marking the opening they had left behind.


    In the midst of this chaotic scramble, n was left to hold the line on his side, facing a relentless wave of undead. One Thand yer, however, showcased remarkable skill and courage. With a disy of martial prowess, they executed powerful kicks and wielded a saber with one hand to single-handedly guard the vulnerable gap in the defenses.


    "Bill, cover this side!" n''smanding voice rang out as he prepared to give chase to Robs, who was leading the ill-fated escape. His heart raced with the urgency of the situation. However, before he could reach them, the relentless undead descended upon Robs and his group of friends.


    "n, SAVE ME!!"Robs'' desperate cries for assistance pierced the night, but it seemed as though their fate was sealed.


    n swiftly invoked his newfound skill, [Swift de]. His de danced through the air, and with lightning-fast strikes, he dispatched two of the undead assants. A powerful shove sent a few more stumbling back. However, in the midst of the chaos, he quickly realized that Robs had already sumbed to the relentless assault.


    "Urgh!!" n''s anguished exmation was a testament to the frustration and despair of the moment.


    The grim reality was that Robs was not the sole casualty. These yers had ced undue reliance on their firearms, and once seized by the undead, they found themselves defenseless and at the mercy of the relentless horde.


    "Get back!! Get back!" n''s urgentmands echoed through the night as he fought desperately to save as many as he could. However, the odds were stacked against them. The relentless assault of the undead had already taken its toll, and many of the yers were overwhelmed and pummeled by multiple attackers. The realization that some of theirrades were lost to the relentless undead was a heavy burden to bear.


    A mere moment after n managed to retreat back to the defensive line, a chilling transformation took ce.


    The corpses of Robs and four fallen yers were absorbed into the ranks of the undead, merging with their assants and transforming into something even more menacing.


    Eyes aglow with an eerie green light, and with cracks appearing across their once lifeless bodies, they now exuded a ghastly green aura. The transformation wasplete, and they were reborn as a new threat:


    [Ghouls]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank: D]


    The appearance of these ghouls marked a sinister turning point in the battle. Their presence, with their eerie, otherworldly green aura, added a newyer of dread to an already nightmarish confrontation.

 Chapter 162 Death

    Chapter 162 Death


    The emergence of this undead marked a sinister evolution in the nightmarish battle. It was another stage of the undead creature, one created by the death yers, in this case, Robs and four of his militia friends. The sight of their transformation brought a chilling realization to the surviving yers, especially those who had known these fallenrades well.


    The air was filled with an eerie tension, and dread settled over the group like a shroud.


    n, however, remained resolute in the face of the escting threat. He understood the gravity of the situation and was ready to face this new, more formidable adversary head-on.


    This particr undead, possessed the same formidable strength as the SS soldiers, with a lower defense rating but higher health points. They screeched loudly, their inhuman cries a prelude to the impending charge that would surely test the mettle of the survivors.


    With the shield wall in a fragile state, surrounded by hundreds of ravenous zombies, n was ready to take on these five creatures himself.


    Sensing the gravity of the situation and the need to bolster his strength, n drove his sword deep into the ground. He cast one of his newly acquired spells, [Minor Blessing], focusing the enchantment on himself. As he channeled the spirit energy, a faint, glowing aura enveloped him, and he felt a surge of power course through his body.


    A notification shed in his mind, detailing the effects of the spell:


    [Strength Increase 15%]


    [Defense Rating Increase 15 Points]


    [Bonus Attack Against Darkness 15%]


    The light affinity of the spell imbued his weapons with an extra edge against dark creatures, a boost that was invaluable in their battle against the relentless undead. It was one of the main reasons why n had invested in enhancing his magic skills. Though categorized as a minor spell, the added percentage from his [Sage of Knowledge] title brought it to a significant 15% boost. The increased stats would make all the difference in their desperate struggle for survival.


    As he prepared to face the formidable adversaries thaty ahead, the Thand yer jumped to his side, and spoke with a determined tone, "Let''s do this together."


    Acknowledging the need for an ally, n cast the same spell on the Thand yer. The man''s surprise was evident.


    Channeling the spell to two yers simultaneously was an energy-draining feat, and n realized it had significantly depleted his mana points. He estimated that he would have the enhanced abilities for around 6 to 8 minutes, which he knew would be more than enough to turn the tide in their favor.


    "Here theye!" n''s deration was a rallying cry.


    n and the Thand yer acted swiftly, each engaging with two of the ghouls. As the third creature lunged towards n, he had his shotgun ready, held firmly in his other arm. With a precise aim and a pull of the trigger, he unleashed a lethal attack, and the st inflicted significant damage.


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack Inflicts 121 Damage]


    While the st wasn''t enough to kill the creature, it pushed it back several meters, granting them a momentary reprieve. Surprisingly, the Thand yer proved to be a formidable warrior in his own right, employing advanced martial techniques, acrobatic jumps, and powerful kicks to hold his own against his opponent.


    n, on the other hand, demonstrated his mastery and the additional bonuses he possessed. With calcted precision, he dispatched the ghouls within three to four strikes, the light-infused strikes leaving no room for their cursed existence.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 122 Damage]


    Minutester, only one adversary remained. It was the transformed Robs, now a ghoul. n, with a heavy heart, took a deep breath and dispatched the creature, whispering a remorseful apology as he did so.


    "I am sorry I can''t save you."


    The act of mercy brought its own grim reward:


    [You received 150 Survival Points, 300 XP]


    The vige''s grim ordeal continued as a few dozen more undead creatures poured into the area, joining the relentless battle. The struggle dragged on for nearly two grueling hours, with the survivors battling wave after wave of the undead menace.


    By the time thest undead abomination had been put down, the cost had been high. Five yers and half of the Saxon warriors had fallen in the desperate struggle, leaving a mere sixty survivors still standing. As for the vigers, not a single one had survived, a devastating oue that was underscored by a cold notification:


    [You have failed the F Level Quest: Save the Vigers]


    With the battle finally over, Bill, the CEO, stepped forward, a grave expression on his face. "Should we burn these corpses?" he asked, a note of concern in his voice, worried that these lifeless bodies might rise again.


    "Dont worry, they won''t," n responded with certainty, "the fire, however, could bring more trouble."


    The Thand yer, approached n, gratitude and respect evident in his demeanor. The bond forged through the crucible of battle required no borate courtesies. He introduced himself, saying, "I am Singdal."


    Having faced the horrors of the night together, there was no need for extensive pleasantries. n, acknowledging the need for cooperation, replied, "Singdal, I need your help."


    With the Thand yer, Singdal, wielding authority over the Saxon warriors, n was granted the opportunity to pose his questions. His most pressing inquiry was to ascertain their current location. n needed this information to determine where he had been teleported into this perilous world.


    The response was precise. They were situated approximately 50 miles from the eastern coast, and their location was approximately 10 miles north of the Roman-built walls. n''s mind began to form a mental map of his surroundings. He had spawned in one of the viges near the Roman border.


    n wasn''t done yet. He needed to pinpoint the nearest tall mountain, an essentialponent of his n. It was stillte at night, but Singdal and a group of Saxon warriors volunteered to guide him to such a location. n''s determination to reach out to his fellow unit members could not wait until morning.


    Under the cloak of night, a party of ten individuals, led by n, Singdal, and the Saxon warriors, embarked on a hike toward the nearest mountain. The journey was a taxing one, with their path illuminated only by the pale moonlight. Each step taken was a testament to their resilience and determination.


    As they reached the summit of the mountain, n activated the radio and spoke into the device, his voice carrying through the night air.


    "Wolverine, this is n." The message was transmitted, and the link to his fellow unit members was established.


    It took a tense minute before a response came through the radio, and the familiar voice of Lieutenant Marsh echoed in n''s earpiece.


    "n,e in."


    "Marsh! How many have checked in?" n inquired, eager to know the status of their scattered unit.


    "n, 5 units! I''m looking for more, but I think we''ve separated too far."


    n processed the information quickly. The situation had shifted dramatically, and their original n, n A, was no longer viable. He ryed the change to Lieutenant Marsh.


    "Yes, Marsh, listen... n A is no longer feasible. Go with n B."


    "Confirm, n B it is," Marsh acknowledged, and the course of action was set.


    With the message sent, it was time for n and his group to follow the new n. He turned to hispanions and issued the order, "Alright, let''s go back to the vige."


    However, as they descended the hill, a surprising sight met their eyes. In the distance, a flickering fire was moving toward another party''s vige. n''s concern grew, and he urged Singdal to hasten their pace.


    "What is this now!" n said, a sense of urgency in his voice as he worried about the group they had left behind in the vige.


    As they closed in on the vige, the ground began to tremble, and n''s experience told him what was approaching. It was a group of heavy cavalry.


    "It''s the Romans!" n eximed as the approaching force became unmistakable.


    The thought briefly crossed n''s mind that he might be able to use his spells or employ his stealth abilities to escape the impending confrontation. However, the plight of Singdal and the others weighed heavily on his conscience. Leaving them vulnerable was not an option he could ept. With a heavy sigh, he made a fateful decision, to remain and face the Roman cavalry head-on.


    "Heus te!"

 Chapter 163 Romans

    Chapter 163 Romans


    They were a few miles away from the vige when the group of Roman cavalry came charging toward them. The thunderous sound of hooves approaching, and seeing that the riders showed no signs of slowing down, n''s mind raced through the worst possible scenarios. With urgency in his voice, he bellowed a warning to hisrades, "Watch out!! Raise your shields!!"


    The Roman cavalry consisted of two dozen riders, each armed with swords and spears. Their mounted charge not only brought them speed but also an added element of deadly momentum, making their strikes even more perilous.


    As the two groups collided, the air was filled with the sound of shing metal and the heart-wrenching screams of pain. It was a chaotic and brutal melee.


    n and Singdal disyed remarkable agility and managed to evade the deadly strikes of their adversaries. However, the same could not be said for some of the Saxon warriors. Four of them bore the brunt of the Roman cavalry''s charge, and two were struck down, their lives extinguished in an instant.


    [Roman Cavalry]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: D]


    These were Roman soldiers, incorporated from Samaritan knights of the east, renowned for their bravery and horsemanship. They were known as one of the Roman Empire''s most formidable and disciplined units, and their charge demonstrated the deadly efficiency for which they were renowned.


    As the chaotic sh continued, Singdal braced himself, ready to fight back against the Roman cavalry. But n, sensing the futility and the dire consequences of further violence, made a crucial decision. He raised his voice above the din, shouting,


    "Stop this! We do not wish to fight!!"


    Hearing these unexpected words, the Roman cavalrymen suprisingly reined in their horses and rode in a circle around n and Singdal. Amidst the tension, one of the cavalrymen, who seemed to be theirmander, stepped forward, his face contorted with anger.


    "You Saxon bastard!"You massacred those vigers! I Dag, swore to kill you all!"


    n couldn''t help but release a long, weary sigh. He knew that this was a scenario provided by the game for the yers to contend with. Among the Inhumans, there wereplex conflicts between the NPC characters that he needed to navigate, and the knight before them was one of the game''s champion NPCs.


    The Thand yer, Singdal, attempted to exin that he was not responsible for the massacre, emphasizing that they had arrived toote to prevent it. However he Roman cavalrymen were still consumed by rage, and none of them were willing to listen to reason.


    As the champion NPC, Dag, prepared to pass judgment upon them, n seized a crucial moment and shouted, "Wait¡­ it''s not the Saxons you should be worried about," all while pointing toward the corpses of the two recently fallen Saxon warriors.


    A tense moment of anticipation hung in the air before the fallen Saxons began to rise, reanimated as undead zombie warriors. Dag''s reaction was swift, and he cried out,


    "ck magic!! This is ck magic!! Kill them all!!"


    Unfortunately, themander was quick to assume that n was the one responsible for this dark sorcery. n felt a pang of regret that he didn''t possess Vicky''s [speechcraft] skill, which might have allowed him to convey the truth.


    Realizing that words were not their way out, n quickly gave a signal to Singdal while the knight was distracted by the undead. With lightning reflexes and enhanced agility, n sprang into action. He lunged towards the closest Roman cavalryman, delivering a powerful punch that sent the rider tumbling to the ground.


    As hemandeered the cavalryman''s steed, Singdal leaped onto the horse''s back behind him. Leaving the remaining Saxon warriors to fend off the Roman cavalry, n spurred the horse into a swift descent down the hill.


    "Let''s go!" he shouted, determined to escape the perilous situation and regroup with theirrades.


    n and Singdal swiftly rode toward the vige, their hope of finding their fellow yers and Saxons intact steadily fading as he heard firearmsing from the vige. To their dismay, they arrived at a scene of utter chaos, a gruesome battle unfolding on three fronts ¨C the Saxon warriors, the Roman soldiers, and their casualties who had risen as zombies and ghouls.


    With uncertainty in his voice, Singdal turned to n as they closed in on the vige "What should we do, American?" he inquired.


    The situation was grim. They were facing a scenario eerily reminiscent of the earlier conflict. About 30 Roman cavalrymen and roughly 50 infantrymen were locked in a fierce battle over the group of yers and surviving Saxons.


    Arrows were fired, spears were hurled, and on the fringes, the sharp reports of firearms rang out. The Saxon warriors, despite their valor, were overmatched by the Roman cavalry, and some of the yers had suffered severe injuries or met their end at the hands of the Romans. Unfortunately, if n didn''t intervene, it seemed all too likely that the undead would emerge victorious, leaving a trail of death and chaos in their wake.


    n swiftly made the decision to charge back into the vige, his voice ringing out with authority as he shouted, "Stop killing each other, Kill the undead!! Kill the undead!"


    His arrival at the scene had an immediate and noticeable impact. The Romans took a few steps back, and the yers responded to hismand, rushing toward the undead. When n and Singdal joined the fray, theirbined efforts began to turn the tide. Simultaneously, Dag and his two knights reappeared on the battlefield and promptly followed n''s directive, focusing their efforts on clearing out the undead menace.


    In the wake of the fierce battle, the casualties were substantial. Thirty Saxon warriors had fallen, along with six yers and a dozen Romans.


    With only a dozen Saxon warriors and two dozen yers remaining, some of whom were wounded, n realized that desperate measures were in order.


    He turned to Dag, the knight, and stated, "Something sinister has risen on this ind. Let me speak with your leader, Artorius"

 Chapter 164 Brittania

    Chapter 164 Brittania


    Mentioning their leader''s name, Artorios, had a noticeable effect on the knight Dag, sessfully quelling his anger to some extent. Drawing from his memories of the previous game, n hatched a n to meet with this legendary character, hoping that their coboration could help them clear the game. It was a risky move, but one he was willing to take.


    "You''ve witnessed the undead, and I possess knowledge of what''s happening. Please, take me to see your leader," n urged, knowing that this was their best course of action.


    With that, all 35 survivors were bound together with ropes, forming a single line, and they were led southward.


    "n, are you sure about this?" Bill, the CEO, asked, his apprehension palpable.


    n wasn''t entirely certain either. Being captured was a gamble he would rather avoid, but considering the number of yers taken captive, the presence of the Roman cavalry, and the potential opportunity to meet the Roman leader, it was the best card he had to y in their high-stakes game.


    The group marched for an hour across the simted Britanniandscape. Although it was crafted on a much smaller scale than the real thing, the attention to detail was striking. Many structures andndmarks appeared as if lifted from the pages of a history book, evoking a sense of authenticity.


    One such structure awaited them on the horizon, aRoman garrison with imposing stone walls that reached a height of 5 meters and extended across thendscape.


    It was the Hadrian''s Wall, a structure that had stood for over for centuries, marking the boundary between the Roman-upied territory and the untamed wild to the north.


    As they gazed upon this ancient wall, a Roman soldier exhibited a certain pride. One of themmented,


    "You barbarians are fortunate. You get to see the city beyond the wall." But another, with a cynicalugh, remarked that it might be thest thing they witnessed before meeting their demise.


    The yers once again felt a wave of concern wash over them, only n and Singdal remainedposed. It was as though they were mentally preparing themselves for the inevitable challenges thaty ahead.


    The garrison was protected by approximately fifty Roman soldiers, and as the group passed through, the first light of morning began to break, revealing lush green pastures. The stark contrast between the twonds was striking, yet n''s thoughts were preupied with the anticipated morning notification from the game.


    [You have passed the first night]


    [6 more nights to survive]


    [Updating current yers]


    This time, the list of yers was significantly longer, in contrast to the previous round:


    [New York Server: 3,088]


    [Paris Server: 1,462]


    [Cairo Server: 1,125]


    [Bangkok Server: 950]


    The realization that more than 200 New York server yers had perished within a mere 8 hours left n with a deep and lingering sigh. In contrast, the city that joined the game was the same and seemed to have a survival rate simr to his previous experience.


    With about 10 miles left to traverse, equivalent to a two-hour walk, the group finally reached a vibrant town teeming with hundreds of people. The atmosphere was a tumultuous mix of cheers for the returning Roman knight and anger directed at the neers, whom they viewed as barbarian intruders. Among the crowd, some individuals went as far as to hurl rocks at the group.


    "Go away!! we don''t want your kind in here!!"


    Moments after, the group arrived at a grand citadel-like pce, its stone walls and architecture disying the might and grandeur of the Roman Empire. Dozens of Roman soldiers, d in shining armor and holding gleaming weapons, stood guard, ensuring security and order in this formidable stronghold.


    As the prisoners entered the pce, the soldiers raised their voices in unison, announcing their arrival, "Knight Dag has returned with prisoners!"


    The group was then led further inside and finally left to stand in the inner courtyard, where the sunlight bathed them in a bright, warm glow. They found themselves surrounded by a formidable gathering of Roman soldiers, their disciplined ranks extending in all directions. The soldiers'' armor glistened, and their military formation was impable.


    Another knight, a champion of the Roman legion, approached Dag and engaged in a discussion about their arrival and the purpose of their capture. The topic of the conversation centered on the king''s sudden visit to the vigers living near the wall.


    "All of you wait here!" the champion ordered, and the prisoners were left standing beneath the bright, unrelenting sun. The passing hour felt like an eternity, marked only by the sounds of the Roman soldiers moving about in disciplined order.


    Then, amotion broke the stillness as a group of evenrger cavalry returned, and the announcement rang out, "Themander has returned."


    Themander in question was none other than Artorius himself. His presence was undeniable, d in dark armor with a red cape that billowed behind him, giving off an aura of majestic authority. However, there was something about his expression that hinted at the ordeals he had faced, as if he had returned from the depths of hell itself.


    Both Dag and the other knight approached Artorius, their faces etched with concern. Dag asked, "Commander, So few have returned."


    Artorius''s gaze fell upon n and the others, and his emotions seemed to surge as he questioned, "Why are there Saxons here?"


    Dag quickly offered an exnation, recounting what he had witnessed and showing Artorius the group of captives.


    Before n could offer his own exnation, a neer approached from behind the ranks of Artorius''s cavalry. It was a blond-haired man, To n''s astonishment, he recognized the man as a renowned French yer from the Paris Server.


    The man directed a stern and usatory gaze at n and the others, dering, "These people are not to be trusted" His words cast a shadow of doubt over the Romans, turning the situation into a dire andplicated predicament. It was a disaster that n had not foreseen.

 Chapter 165 Captured

    Chapter 165 Captured


    In n''s previous life, he and the yers from the New York server had been the ones embedded with the Roman soldiers, while the yers from the Paris Server had taken on the roles of the Saxon barbarians. Those French yers had proven to be quite troublesome, relentlessly targeting and ying Roman soldiers during that time. Now, being a Roman prisoner in the midst of a Roman faction could only be more problematic.


    Of all the Paris Server yers, one individual stood out as particrly vexing ¨C a man named Zancher ''DS'' Laurent. The two initials'' nickname was derived from a rather male genitalia activity. Laurent had earned the ire of yers from various servers for his perceivedck of loyalty and integrity.


    To n''s dismay, Laurent now stood next to the Romanmander, Artorius, weaving a web of deceit with his words.


    "These people are not to be trusted," Laurent proimed boldly. "For all we know, they were the ones who instigated this chaos."


    Artorius turned his prating gaze upon n and the other prisoners, his question heavy with suspicion, "Is it true? Were you responsible for this dark and heinous magic?"


    n, determined to set the record straight, responded earnestly, "No, my lord, it is not true. In fact, we are here to assist in the battle against this abomination. Please, allow us to help you." His plea carried the weight of truth and desperation, hoping to gain themander''s trust in this dire situation.


    Despite n''s desperate attempt tomunicate the dire situation, the game''s mechanics seemed stacked against him. The French yer, Zancher Laurent, who had ingratiated himself with the Roman NPC, enjoyed bonus points in his rtionship with them. In contrast, n and the captured Saxons had their rtions negatively affected by their capture, furtherplicating their predicament.


    The Romanmander, Artorius, seemed unmoved by the urgency of the situation. His decision was swift andcked any hint of sympathy.


    "I don''t have time for this. Put them all in jail," Artoriusmanded.


    As n and the other prisoners were forcibly escorted away, he strained to convey a critical message in the limited time he had.


    "My Lord, The undead wille every night, and they grow more dangerous with each passing day. You must let the people in the north seek refuge, and coborate with the barbarians, or they will inevitably join the ranks of the undead."


    n''s urgent words briefly halted Artorius''s movements, but the Romanmander quickly resumed his pace, leaving with his knights to prepare for the impending battle, leaving n and the others to their fate in the Roman prison.


    The Roman soldiers forced n and the group of thirty captives into the stark, imposing Roman dungeon, where they were unceremoniously thrown into one of the many steel-barred cells. The metallic ng of the cell door closing reverberated through the confined space, marking the beginning of their incarceration.


    In the midst of this oppressive atmosphere, a notification appeared on n''s [gamelink], introducing a new quest:


    [You Have Received an F Level Quest: Escape the Prison]


    As the gravity of their situation sank in, Singdal turned to n and inquired urgently, "n, do you have any means to break out of this cell?"


    n contemted their options and finally responded with a heavy sigh, "We should not attempt an escape just yet."


    Although n possessed the skills and spells that could potentially enable him to break out of the Roman dungeon, he understood that this approach carried significant risks. Escaping and engaging inbat with the Roman soldiers wouldn''t ensure the safety of everyone, and it would only exacerbate the already tense rtionship between the Romans and Saxons. Diplomacy was a more desirable path, and a violent escape would effectively close the door on that option.


    On the other hand, there was one factor that made such diplomacy difficult. Unlike n and his New York server yer, all other yers had an additional mission assigned to them.


    [D Level Quest: Kill Romans]


    These missions were prominently disyed and confirmed through information shared by the Thand yer. Moreover, being someone who had yed as a Roman in the past, n knew that the game provided the Roman faction with a parallel quest:


    [D Level Quest: Kill Barbarian Invaders]


    These quests would undoubtedly provoke both sides to sh in a bid to secure rewards and points. Though there was no reward for killing yers from the opposing faction, n knew from experience that such situations often resulted in yer casualties.


    Bill, looking worried, asked, "So, what should we do now?"


    n could only respond, "For the time being, we wait. Let''s give it some time."


    He could only hope that, after assessing the situation at the walls, Artorius would make a decision simr to the one he made in the previous game ande to an agreement with n''s proposal of working together.


    With no immediate actions to take, n decided to rest, ensuring he would be in peak condition when the time came for action.


    While lying on the prison floor, one thought continued to upy n''s mind: the absence of any quest for him and his group.n deduced that the alien had likely made this choice intentionally, knowing that his group had a simr numberpared to the other servers in this round.


    By considering the number of yers on each server, n arrived at a likely exnation: the Cairo server was likely assigned the Angles faction, while the Bangkok server, with fewer yers, had been designated as the stronger Saxon faction. Combined, these two factions would provide a bnced challenge against the French faction, which had been granted therger NPC forces in the form of the Romans.


    n''s deduction weighed heavily on his mind, and he couldn''t shake the feeling that the game had set even greater challenges for his group. With a resigned sigh, he prepared himself for the arduous quests thaty ahead.


    With no other options at his disposal, n decided to close his eyes and attempt to sleep, knowing that he would need all the strength he could muster in the days toe.


    Hours passed without any word from Artorius, and anxiety began to gnaw at n. Night fell, and with it, a foreboding notification:


    [The source of darkness has arrived in Britannia Land]


    [Warning: Danger will arrive in 1 minute]


    Though they were safely within the well-protected Roman citadel, the realization struck n that their opportunity to farm quests and points on the second day had vanished. The same sense of urgency pervaded the group, and the discussion about escape resurfaced.


    "Please, give me time until morning," n implored. "If Artorius doesn''t appear by then, we''ll escape together."


    n and the group couldn''t help but clench their jaws as they witnessed the dwindling numbers of yers:


    [You have passed the second night]


    [5 more nights to survive]


    [Updating current yers]


    [New York Server: 2,869]


    [Paris Server: 1,322]


    [Cairo Server: 1005]


    [Bangkok Server: 882]


    Over 500 yers from all four servers had perished that night, and n could only hope that none of his friends were among the casualties.


    As the morning light filtered through a small window, signaling the arrival of a new day, n prepared to fulfill his promise. However, his expectations were dashed when a figure entered the dungeon. Disappointingly, it wasn''t the long-awaited Romanmander but once again the French yer Zancher Laurent.


    With a smug grin, the young blonde man said, "My leader wishes to speak."


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 Chapter 166 The Frenchman

    Chapter 166 The Frenchman


    Locked within the confines of the Roman dungeon for an agonizing 24 hours, n''s mind raced with thoughts of what could have transpired during this time. Anxiety gnawed at him, as the uncertainty of the situation weighed heavily on his shoulders. He yearned to discover the unfolding events outside the prison walls.


    His anticipation grew when he was summoned by multiple Roman soldiers, instructed to follow the French yer, Zencher. n couldn''t help but find it peculiar that only he had been called upon from among the other captives. An air of intrigue surrounded the impending encounter with the French leader, and n''s mind was aze with spection.


    The designated meeting ce was the balcony of the citadel, a serene garden bathed in the soft, early morning light. As n arrived, his eyes fell upon a middle-aged man with dark hair, distinguished by a single streak of white that graced his right side. This man, leisurely seated amidst the stone tables, exuded an air of authority. He was nked by a renowned veteran known as the Silver Rapier, who stood as a vignt guardian.


    Meeting n''s gaze with a warm smile, the man extended a courteous wee, "Wee, n. Please, have a seat."


    Before themy a table set for two, adorned with aplete tea service and biscuits, items that seemed utterly out of ce in the rustic, medieval setting of Britannia. The invitation was unmistakable.


    "Please, help yourself to a biscuit and some tea."


    Seated before him was Axel Arnebout, a name that resonated as one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the world. A true French noble, bearing the title of Marquise, the Arnebout was known far and wide for his extensive reputation and boundless influence. n had heard tales of the man''s notoriety and his knack for giving Captain Carter and the American military an abundance of headaches during his previous life.


    However, n''sst recollection was of the man''s demise in the news, mere weeks after surviving the game. Consequently, he had never had the opportunity to delve deeper into who Axel Arnebout was, for during that period, n was but a humble foot soldier, a world away from the corridors of influence and wealth.


    Intrigued by the purpose of this ndestine meeting, n took his seat and casually indulged in the tea offered.


    "Mister n, you are remarkablyposed. It''s truly hard to believe that you are just a high school teacher," Axelmented, his observant eyes taking in the calm facade.


    The fact that the man knew his background, despite their first-time meeting, suggested that someone had been discussing him in thest 24 hours. This was especially intriguing since, in the game, it wasn''t known in advance which server they would be matched with. It was clear that the information hadn''te from the man he had been captured with.


    Disinclined to engage in pleasantries, n cut right to the point.


    "Tell me, what is it that you want?"


    Axel, in his characteristic unhurried manner, embarked on an introduction, offering insights into his own identity and articting his desire to befriend n. He emphasized the uniqueness of someone who had reached level 30 in only two rounds, and a civilian entrusted by the U.S. military to form his own army. Axel saw something truly intriguing in n and expressed his hope for a coborative partnership.


    "You are a fascinating individual, n. I genuinely hope we can be friends and cooperate. What are your thoughts, n? Can we work together?"


    n, cautiously open to coboration with other yers, sought rification.


    "How? What''s your n?" he inquired, and Axel responded nonchntly, taking a sip of tea before standing up.


    "Follow me."


    The man strolled through the Roman citadel with an air of authority, and remarkably, the Roman soldiers permitted his passage without question. This was a clear demonstration of the man''s substantial influence within the faction. The citadel was an imposing structure with thick stone walls and soaring arches, reflecting the Roman aesthetic.


    They proceeded to the main chamber, where a grand round table stood at the center, meticulously crafted Roman chairs. Axel audaciously upied Artorius''s chair, and this action spoke volumes about his intention.


    It was at this moment that n became acutely aware of Axel''s ne and said, "Where is Artorius? What have you done with him?"


    The man maintained his casual smile and responded, "I''ve heard that you''re a clever one. Take a guess."


    n''s suspicions crystallized, and he blurted out, "You... you''re sending them into battle, you''re letting them fight!"


    The man simply replied, "Oui, yes!"


    Axel Arnebout went on to borate, describing how on the previous day, a vast horde of both barbarian factions, Saxons and Angles, hadunched a massive assault on the Roman garrisons near the wall. In response, just a few hours ago, Atorious marched over 5,000 Roman soldiers to reinforce the beleaguered gate, to engage the invading barbarians in a fierce battle.


    n couldn''t help but grasp the implications. The French yers from the Paris Server must have eagerly anticipated reaping quest rewards from the battle. However, n knew all too well that the deaths of both Roman and Saxon soldiers would onlypound their troubles, as more undead would undoubtedly rise, further intensifying the challenges they faced in this round.


    Addressing n''s concerns, Axel reassured him, "Do not worry. I managed to secure an agreement to let the 500 Samaritan knights remain. Under mymand, of course. these knights would be the only reinforcement that we need against the undead"


    A sense of dread crept over n as he ventured to ask, "you are hoping for Artorius to die, arent you?"


    With a grin, Axel responded, "Oui. What do you think? A brilliant n, wouldn''t you say?"


    In truth, n felt no emotional attachment to an NPC like Artorius. He couldprehend Axel''s strategy of amassing as many points as possible by leveraging the current situation. However, n also recognized the immense gamble Axel was taking. He couldn''t possibly fathom the scale and menace of the undead army they were facing, and he believed that winning this round would require the legendary NPC Artorius to be by their side.


    Observing n''s expression, Axel''s confident demeanor waned. He stated, "I''ve run the numbers. Even if the entire poption of Britannia turns into zombies, we can still secure victory, particrly with your group of 3,000 Americans reinforcing this position. We can work together and im a joint triumph."


    n pondered for a moment before replying firmly, "No, we cannot take that risk. It''s too significant."


    With a deep sigh, Axel conceded, "Are you certain?"


    "I am," n affirmed. "If you don''t want to share the points with the Roman soldiers, you can always keep them in reserve. You don''t need to make points out of them now."


    Once more, Axel heaved a sigh, his disappointment evident. He remarked, "I had believed you were a visionary like myself... What a letdown."


    With a barely perceptible nod from the French Nobel, the blonde Zancher made his departure out of the room. Axel remained calm, his countenance collected and poised as he said "I guess you are returning to the dungeon."


    n calmly replied "If you can stop me, that is," his words hanging in the air like a challenge. With an almost imperceptible fluidity of motion, n unsheathed his sword, the steel glinting in the chamber''s ambient light. In an instant, he assumed abat-ready stance, his body prepared for the imminent battle.


    On the opposing side of the chamber, the full-te silver knight mirrored n''s actions. silver rapier in hand, poised and ready to engage in a duel that seemed inevitable.


    As the confrontation unfolded, n''s [Enhanced Senses], detected the approach of additional guards converging from the outside. The situation was bing increasingly precarious, prompting n to consider his options and take his leave before the odds turned against him.


    "We can fight next time," n confidently remarked as he pivoted and hastened toward the chamber''s exit. He braced himself for a swift departure, preparing to navigate thebyrinthine halls of the Roman citadel.


    However, fate had other designs. As n reached the door and thrust it open, he was met with an unexpected sight ¨C a formidable figure poised to execute two powerful de strikes, throwing n back into the chamber.


    To n''s astonishment, the figure revealed himself to be¨C Coacellos, the enigmatic leader of the ck Sand Mercenaries.

 Chapter 167 Offer

    Chapter 167 Offer


    n was taken aback by the mercenary leader unexpected appearance, and his confusion spilled out in a desperate question: "Cachellos!! Why are you?"


    However, the scar-faced mercenary remained resolute, choosing silence as his response, making it evident that he wasn''t about to let n simply walk away. Seizing this distraction, the silver knight sprang into action, lunging forward with a rapid, precision strike from an unexpected angle, targeting n''s vulnerable blind spot. n''s exceptional agility and heightened perception allowed him to narrowly evade a vital strike, though not without taking some damage.


    [Stabbing: Received 42 damage]


    The attack''s effectiveness, even with n''s rtively high defense rating, underscored the formidable skills of the silver knight.


    n swiftly retaliated, shing his sword in response to the assant, but the silver knight executed a rapid backward retreat, disying impressive speed attributed to a unique fencing-style sword weapon skill.


    As the skirmish unfolded, additional figures entered the room ¨C Fin ''Force'' Maddox, Cade ''Archer'' Harlow, and Nash ''Tempest'' Rourke, all veteran subordinates loyal to Cachellos. Their alignment with the French noble was unmistakable.


    Seeking an exnation amid the chaos, n directed a poignant question at the mercenary leader, "Why?" To which Cachellos offered a terse and blunt response, "It''s a job, nothing personal."


    n couldn''t help but release a heavy, contemtive sigh. The presence of the ck Sand mercenaries in this world was indeed a vast and shadowywork, with branches that extended their influence across the globe. Axel''s pre-arranged alliance with them meant that the French noble had secured their support whenever they encountered a member of their team in any of the rounds.


    Having experience with the ck Sand mercenaries in the past, n knew that their autonomy within the game was a crucial factor. Theck of directmunication with the outside world meant that Cachellos, their leader, held considerable discretion when it came to epting or rejecting specific job offers. This time, the shift in Cachellos'' allegiancepared to the events in n''s previous life could be attributed to the unique circumstances of this round, particrly the French noble gaining control of the Roman faction.


    As n pondered theseplex dynamics, Axel broke the silence with a friendly tone, initiating a conversation. "So, what do you think, n? Given the situation, I''m hopeful that this might sway you to align with our cause."


    n considered his response carefully. "I believe I''m a reasonable person toe to terms with. However, I must emphasize that your proposed course of action is a grave mistake. I cannot permit you to jeopardize the lives of Artorius and his knights. They are an essentialponent of our survival in this round."


    Axel''s face remained cid, but a sense of curiosity and intrigue danced in his eyes. "How can you be so sure?"


    n found himself in a difficult spot. He couldn''t provide the man with a straightforward answer, especially not revealing the truth about his rebirth. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and then devised a usible exnation.


    Fixing his gaze on Axel, n began, "Have you ever considered the possibility that the scenarios in this game draw from the historical legends of Britannia?"


    n seized this opportunity to emphasize the importance of Artorius, who bore the Roman name for the Britannian legend of Arthur. He believed that this character held a pivotal role in the game.


    "Do you understand now? Not only is he crucial, but I also suspect the existence of a hidden quest," n revealed.


    Axel leaned in, intrigued. "A hidden quest? What kind?"


    n regarded the nobleman and dered, "The quest for the legendary sword, Excalibur."


    The mere mention of the name Excalibur sent ripples of recognition through the room. The legendary sword was a renowned and iconic artifact, one that held immense significance within the game and had the potential to alter the course of their journey. The veteran yers couldn''t help but gasp in response, as they realized the gravity of the quest thaty before them.


    Axel couldn''t help but chuckle at n''s statement. Hisughter filled the room as he responded, "Even if there is such a quest, you can''t possibly have any knowledge about such a quest... not while being locked in a dungeon for the past 24 hours. You''re just spouting nonsense."


    Undeterred, n looked around the room, meeting the eyes of the veteran yers. He continued, "Ask any of these veterans; a legendary or even divine-level weapon like Excalibur is worth any risk. It could be the key to clearing this damn game!"


    The words struck a chord with the seasoned yers present, and the gravity of the situation weighed on their expressions. They understood the significance of a quest for a weapon of such legendary stature.


    However, Axel''s response was unexpected. His expression shifted, revealing a shrewder and more calcting side. "You''re smarter than I initially thought, n, and I don''t like it at all. I believe I must postpone my offer for now."


    With a slight gesture from Axel, Cachellos and his men advanced, ready to apprehend n. The situation took a tense turn as the ck Sand mercenaries prepared to take action.


    n, though under the shadow of impending capture, remained defiant. He couldn''t help but provoke a reaction, asking them boldly, "What do you n to do? Lock me up again, or perhaps you dare to go as far as killing me? Do you dare tomit such an act?"


    n was skeptical that someone of Axel''s status would resort to murder, particrly with the eyes of the world upon them. However, Axel''s sinister smile did little to ease n''s growing anxiety, pushing him to prepare for another battle.


    The silver knight''s charge was swift and relentless. n reacted quickly, raising his sword to parry the knight''s strike. Their des met with a resonant metallic sh, echoing through the chamber.


    But before n could fully recover from the deflection, Cade, the Archer, acted with precision and swiftness. With a deft release, an arrow struck n''s knee. The pain was sharp and piercing, and the force of the impact forced him to kneel involuntarily, rendering him vulnerable to their onught.


    Following Cade''s arrow, Nash the Tempest,'' unleashed a formidable lightning spell. The air crackled with energy as the powerful magic coursed through n''s body. He felt stunned, his muscles contracting in response to the electrical shock.


    [You are immobilized]


    As n tried to break from the magical restraint, Fin Maddox had already maneuvered into a position behind him. With a powerful swing of his hammer, he brought it down upon n''s head with brutal force.


    [You are disoriented]


    The coordinated assault was merciless,ing from multiple adversaries, and n was unable to defend himself. Cachellos, the ck Sand mercenary leader, was the final assant. With a swift and calcted motion, he thrust his de into n''s back. The pain that erupted was excruciating, searing through his body and sapping his remaining strength even further.


    Cachellos, forcefully seized n''s [Third Reich sword] from his arm. He prepared to knock him out, but before he could carry out the action, the French nobleman, Axel, interjected with a chilling demand.


    "No, this is not enough," Axel dered, "I need to teach him a lesson in obedience."


    Axel casually took n''s sword from Cachellos, instructing the mercenary to pull n''s right hand firmly. In a swift and brutal motion, he swung the sword down, severing n''s arm.


    SPLAATT!!!


    [Your right arm is dismembered]


    Even in the knowledge that this was just a game, the pain was intense, and it felt all too real. Before n sumbed to unconsciousness, thest words he heard was,


    "Now, you can think again about my offer in the dungeon,"


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 Chapter 168 Captive

    Chapter 168 Captive


    n gradually regained consciousness in the dimly lit Roman dungeon.


    His vision was initially blurred, and his body ached with pain. As he tried to assess his surroundings, he cast his gaze upon the empty space where his right arm had once been. The wound had been cauterized by the game''s mechanics, leaving behind a gruesome reminder of the violent act that had taken ce.


    In the real world, losing a limb would be a traumatic experience, but within the confines of this game, it was a mere setback. n knew that once the round concluded, he could visit the next town, expend 5000 survival points, and regrow his missing arm in a virtual reconstruction chamber. However, for the time being, his inability to wield his sword arm was a significant hurdle in the tasks and challenges thaty ahead in this round.


    To add to his distress, n realized that his prized weapon, the [Third Reich Sword], was nowhere to be found.


    "Damn you, scarface!" n muttered, his anger reverberating within the dungeon''s stone walls. His outburst drew the attention of other prisoners in nearby cells, their curious and empathetic gazes directed at the man who had survived an ordeal.


    "n! Thank God you''re alive!" Bill shouted from the cell across from him. Singdal and the Thand yers were also present, albeit in separate cells.


    "How long was I out?" n inquired, his voice reflecting his disorientation.


    "A few hours," Bill replied. "It''s just past noon."


    Before n could fully grasp his new reality, the dungeon was intruded upon by a group of figures, and the first face that met his weary gaze was that of Zencher. The French yer entered with a mocking tone, taunting, "Did you have a good sleep?" A sly chuckle apanied his words. "I''ve brought a friend to join the party."


    n''s eyes followed Zencher''s gesture, and there, to his surprise, stood a man in a U.S. military uniform. It was Captain Farell, a familiar face from his previous life.


    Captain Farell appeared slightly anxious as his eyes scanned the dreary dungeon surroundings. n couldn''t contain his curiosity and asked, "Why are you here, Captain?"


    Farell''s initial expression of confusion shifted to a more stern countenance as he responded, "I was sent here by Captain Carter to negotiate with the leader of the French server." He turned to gesture toward n, his voice heavy with concern.


    "It''s fortunate I came here... to hear that you dared to reject cooperation with them. What are you trying to do, n? Are you trying to get us all killed!"


    n, hearing the captain''s exnation, refrained from arguing and asked, "Alright, what did Axel want you to do?"


    Captain Farell cleared his throat and replied, "Lord Axel invited us toe fight together here in the Roman castle. It was a kind offer, and I will make sure it is properly conveyed."


    As the captain outlined the situation, Zencher began to open the cell door where Bill and the others were held, announcing, "You are all free to go, courtesy of Lord Axel."


    The yers initially cheered at the prospect of freedom, until they realized that this courtesy didn''t extend to n. Bill voiced their concern, asking, "What are you trying to do with him?" Zencher calmly responded, "He argues too much. If you wish to apany him, you are wee to."


    n approached Bill with a hushed tone, his words barely audible above the dungeon''s hushed murmurs. He carefully handed over his [Spatial Ring], a gestureden with unspoken implications. Bill, the CEO, quickly grasped the message, his expression shifting from defiance to understanding.


    Zencher''s reassurance did little to ease the tension in the dungeon, but he attempted to offer somefort. "Don''t worry," he said, his voice cutting through the dim, dank atmosphere. "This dungeon may be dirty, but it''s the safest ce in all of Britannia." A wry chuckle escaped him, an eerie contrast to their dire circumstances.


    A particr look passed between n and Singdal. It wasden with gratitude for the assistance rendered and a shared hope for their safety. As the others left the dungeon, the weight of istion settled upon n''s shoulders, leaving him as the sole upant of the deste, stone-walled chamber.


    In the solitude of the dungeon, with its stone walls embracing him, n''s mind raced at full throttle. The events of the day were a stark reminder of how fragile things could be in this perilous world. He berated himself for his recklessness, realizing that if Axel, the Frenchman, had been even slightly more merciless, it would have spelled a Game Over for him. His limited survival points at the moment onlypounded the urgency of his situation.


    Frustration boiled within n, driving him to scream out his irritation. Giving up was not an option, for he still had so much to achieve, and this cell would not be the end of him.


    One of the intriguing aspects of this game was that, despite being captured, no other yer could ess his inventory without his permission or unless an item was forcefully removed, such as his sword. Consequently, n still had several items on his person that could potentially aid in escaping the cell.


    "Time for some science," he mumbled, his determination unwavering.


    However, just as he was about to embark on his makeshift escape n, a sudden explosion rocked the dungeon. The forceful detonation blew apart the wall opposite him, and a group of figures strode into the cells. At their forefront was Merle, the Crimson Gunner, and he was apanied by his loyal group of rednecks.


    "n, I''m here to rescue you!!" Merle announced with a grin while his arm showed his Crimson riffle and shout. "Now you owe me!!"


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 Chapter 169 Escape

    Chapter 169 Escape


    The arrival of Merle, the crimson gunner, and two of his redneckpanions, Boyd and Ruth, surprised n.


    "How do you know I am here?" n asked with a mix of disbelief and gratitude.


    Merle didn''t respond immediately. Instead, he set up a small stic explosive on the cell door, handling it with the confidence of someone who had done this before. With a nce towards n, he said, "Get back now, I don''t want to bring you home in pieces."


    KABBBOOMM!


    The explosion, while not massive, sent shockwaves through the dungeon, and the door was propelled into the opposite wall, creating a gaping opening. As the dust settled, Merle looked at n, who now bore the loss of his right arm, and remarked with a wry smile, "Damn... that Frenchman knows how to make you look prettier."


    n, maintaining his sense of humor in the direst of circumstances, replied, "Yes, you should stay then. They will fix you up nicely."


    As they exited the dungeon, dozens of Roman soldiers were already converging upon them. Zencher was among them, yelling, "Halt! You have nowhere to go! Stop right now!"


    n realized that, although this group of 30 something Roman soldiers might not be enough to stop the fully armed Merle, they had no time to spare. Reinforcements would arrive shortly, and they needed to make their escape swiftly.


    "Are you nning to shoot our way out of this ce?" n inquired, concerned about crazy gunner n.


    Merle responded with a sly grin. "Yes, but we''ll do it with a bit of style." As soon as he spoke, Ruth, the young girl in their group, ce fingers to her lips and emitted a loud, piercing whistle. In response, the distant sound of approaching horses became more distinct.


    Russ and Wyatt galloped in on horseback, each leading an additional horse for their escape. The thundering hooves of the steeds echoed through the dungeon, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere.


    "Don''t even think about leaving! Stop them!" Zencher''s voice echoed through the yard, and several of the iing reinforcements were yers from the Paris server. They quickly drew their firearms, ready to open fire.


    However, the redneck trio was well-prepared for the confrontation. Ruth, the young girl, showed remarkable dexterity, wielding two revolvers, one in each hand. She unleashed a rapid-fire skill, and the echoing shots from her revolvers filled the air. Boyd, the mustached man, unleashed a hail of bullets from his machine gun, adding substantial firepower to their defense. The cacophony of gunshots, the pungent smell of gunpowder, and the shes of muzzle fire created a chaotic battleground.


    In the midst of the firefight, Merle coolly tossed a smoke grenade into the mix, creating a dense cloud of smoke that obscured the vision of their opponents. Zencher''s shouts grew muffled as the smoke spread, and the situation grew chaotic and disorienting.


    "Can you ride a horse with that arm?" Merle asked


    n responded "Yes," and, with a quick and fluid motion, he mounted one of the unupied horses. The others followed suit, leaping onto their steeds with practiced skill.


    "Go! Go! Go!" Merle urged as they spurred their horses into a fast escape, exiting trough the Roman city.


    They thundered through the unprepared ranks of Roman soldiers, leaving confusion and chaos in their wake as they passed through a gate and continued their escape. But it didn''t take long for n to notice a dozen horsemen following closely behind them, a mix of Roman cavalry and yers.


    Merle, who deliberately rode behind Wyatt, swiftly turned and began picking off their pursuers with precise shots from his Crimson M16. Ruth, the sassy female member of the group, mimicked his actions with her revolver, each shot finding its mark. Yet, more and more riders continued to give chase.


    "This is more exciting than a car chase!" Ruth shouted with exhration as she kept up her relentless fire.


    As they approached the city gate, they were met with the sight of a dozen soldiers stationed there, ready to prevent their escape. Behind them, another dozen soldiers were closing in, giving chase.


    "Do not let them close the gate!" n urgently called out.


    Merle responded confidently, "Don''t worry, your girl has it under control."


    To n''s surprise, the guards at the gate continued to drop one by one, each felled by a single, precise shot. He frantically scanned the area to locate the source of these well-aimed shots and soon spotted a red-haired woman perched on top of the Roman houses. She wielded a sniper rifle with expertise.


    "Rose!" n eximed, both relieved and amazed.


    Rose managed to pick off a few of the riders who had been pursuing them before making a graceful leap andnding securely on n''s horseback. With the gate still open, they were able to make a swift escape, riding into the dense forest to cover their tracks.


    Having ridden deep into the thick jungle for approximately 30 minutes, they decided it was time to take a well-deserved break.


    Merle couldn''t contain his excitement. "We made it out! This is a huge sess!" he shouted, and the other rednecks joined in with enthusiastic cheers.


    Expressing his gratitude to the group, n said, "Thank you, everyone." Merle took the opportunity to remind n of the favor he now owed.


    Then, n turned to Rose, who had been tightly clutching onto him from behind. "Thank you, Rose." n''s gratitude was evident.


    The girl didn''t respond immediately. Instead, her arms trembled slightly as she felt the absence of n''s missing arm.


    "Who¡­ who did this¡­" she began, her voice carrying a noticeable undercurrent of anger.


    n was somewhat taken aback by the emotional intensity in her voice, and he assured her, "Don''t worry; It will grow back soon enough."


    Observing the redneck group, n inquired, "So, how did you know I was kept there? Did you guys run into Bill?"


    "You can ask your girl there; she was the one leading us to you," said Merle.


    Once again, n was surprised by Rose''s mysterious capabilities but noted from her gesture that she didn''t seem inclined to offer an answer.


    Merle, eager to move forward, suggested, "You can sort things out back at the basecamp. Let''s go before they track us down."


    n, however, hesitated, taking into ount the time and their current location. "I can''t return just yet... I need to go to the wall."


    "The wall?" Merle was taken aback. "No, no! There''s a huge battle going on there. They might have already started."


    With only a few hours until dawn, n held onto the hope that he could somehow prevent disaster.

 Chapter 170 Romans

    Chapter 170 Romans


    Artorius, despite his Roman title, hailed from a long line of Britannian nobility with his family having faithfully served the Empire for three generations. The game had woven an intricate backstory for this NPC, imbuing him with a deep-seatedmitment to safeguard the people of Britannia.


    In a daring and unexpected move, Artorius chose to forego a passive defense behind the walls and instead led his legion of 5,000 Roman soldiers onto the open fields outside the wall. This strategic decision was made to buy precious time for the civilian poption to seek refuge behind the protective walls of the Roman fortifications.


    Standing in opposition to Artorius and his Roman forces were thebined might of the Saxons, Angles, and Jutes. Their numbers were formidable, totaling 20,000 invaders who had crossed the treacherous seas with a fierce determination to conquer Britannia.


    Although they were outnumbered, the Roman soldiers were impressively outfitted withplete armor, dius swords, javelins, and robust tower shields. Furthermore, the Romans held a substantial edge in their organizational structure and disciplined approach to battle. They were divided into ten highly ordered cohorts, with each cohortprising 480 legionnaires standing closely side by side, establishing an impervious defensive formation.


    Adding to the Roman Legion''s number were the newly formed auxiliaries,prised of yers from the Paris server. These 1,000 yers had been carefully integrated into the Roman ranks, and divided into three distinct units. Two infantry cohorts and one cavalry unit stood ready for the forting battle, awaiting the orders of theirmander.


    As the tension on the battlefield reached its zenith, the air was filled with the deafening war cries of the barbarian forces. They were resolute as they charged forward into the field.


    The Roman legionaries stood in perfect formation, their shields raised high, creating an unassable wall against the raining arrows of the barbarians.


    With amanding voice, Artorius issued the order and the legionaries acted swiftly, lowering their shields for a brief moment to hurl their javelins at the oing barbarians. The sky was filled with projectiles, and screams of the charging barbarians filled the air as the Roman javelins found their marks, killing hundreds before the legionaries closed their shields once more.


    The collision of the two forces was like an earthquake, the thunderous sound of shing steel and the anguished cries of those caught in the deadly melee. Wood splintered, and men were crushed in the merciless exchange.


    "Hold!! Hold the line!!"


    The battlefield evolved into a grueling test of endurance. Both sides relentlessly pushed and shoved, shing through any gaps they could find with their weapons. This brutal dance continued for hours, and dozens of warriors fell with each passing minute.


    With unwavering discipline and determination, the Romans held their line. Their shield wall served as a sanctuary against the deadly onught.


    As the barrage abated, Artorius, recognizing the pivotal moment, shouted the order with unyielding resolve. "Push! Push them back!"


    The disciplined Roman legionaries redoubled their efforts, and with a collective surge of strength, they began to drive back the barbarian horde. The momentum shifted, and the barbarians, their resolve weakened, were forced to yield ground.Finally, the Romans demonstrated their formidable strength and cohesion as they broke through the barbarian lines.


    Hundreds of Saxons, Angles, and Jutes panicked and turned to flee from the battlefield. It was a moment of desperation and chaos.


    At this juncture, Captain Thierry, themander of the French military forces, blew his horn, signaling the initiation of the battle''s subsequent phase. On the nks, the French units of yers, exceeding a thousand in number, charged swiftly toward the retreating barbarians.


    It was evident that the French captain''s tactics aimed to minimize yer losses while maximizing their gains. The enemy''s withdrawal marked the point in the battle when most of the casualties took ce, and the French captain had skillfully leveraged this moment.


    [You have killed a Saxon Warrior]


    [You gained 250 XP and 125 survival points]


    The notifications popped up for the yers as they engaged in a brutal bloodbath.Each yer from the Paris server managed to eliminate multiple barbarians before some withdrew into the protective cover of the forest.


    "Stop! Do not enter!"manded the captain as he pulled the yers back to the rear lines of the Roman formation. He then approached the French noble, Axel, and delivered the news, "Mister Axel, it''s done."


    "Good. Continue with the second phase," Axel responded, his ns moving forward in the unfolding battle.


    The captain approached Artorius with a sense of urgency. "Lord Artorius, the barbarians have nked us toward Cromwell. We should hurry and save the town"


    Recognizing the gravity of the situation, the considerable distance, and the limited number of riders avable, Artorius made a quick decision. He called upon all the riders at his disposal, even summoning half of his knights to join the effort.


    "We will apany you!" the French captain affirmed, rallying the yers who had horses to join the rescue mission.


    In a matter of minutes, a group of 400 ridersprising Roman cavalry and yers sped toward the vige, hoping to arrive in time to prevent further tragedy. However, upon their arrival, the scene they encountered was grim: the vige, once home to a few thousand inhabitants, had been brutally massacred.


    "Those savages!! They are going to pay!!" Artorius roared in anger, summoning his knights to pursue the raiders. They charged into the woods in hot pursuit. But to their astonishment, the culprits they found were not the expected barbarians; instead, they were a group of yers who had supported the barbarians.


    More than 500 yers from the Cairo server had set up an ambush against them. Artorius still in rage and confident in their advantage of being on horseback, prepared to meet them head-on.


    As the sh began, Artorius was taken aback by an unexpected turn of events. Half of his cavalry, the French yers on horseback, suddenly retreated from the battle.


    "Why are you leaving!!"


    At the same time, a well-coordinated volley of firearms took a toll on the knights, causing many of them to fall from their horses. Following the initial volley, Egypt''s veteran and elite fighters sprang into action, eager to im their rewards.


    [You have killed a Roman Centurion]


    [You gained 400 XP and 200 survival points]


    [You sessfully killed a champion knight - Sir Gawain]


    [You gained 1000 XP, 500 survival points, and 1x E-rank reward]


    The Roman knights, trapped and outnumbered, fell one by one. Even Artorius himself was struck by a bullet and tumbled from his horse.


    "Do not falter! Fight on!"

 Chapter 171 Collaboration

    Chapter 171 Coboration


    n spurred his horse, racing through the dense forest with Rose clinging tightly to him. The first light of dawn was breaking, and n couldn''t help but feel a sense of urgency. He hoped he wasn''t toote.


    n''s determination to enter the battlefield to save Artorius had met with resistance from Merle and his group of rednecks. They had a different objective in mind ¨C to umte as many points as possible, and they made it clear they wouldn''t be charging headlong into the fray.


    "Remember, don''t expect us to dive into battle," Merle had cautioned.


    As they approached the edge of the forest, the cacophony of the ongoing battle grew louder, and the acrid scent of blood began to taint the air. It was a grim reminder that they were on the cusp of a dangerous and vtile situation.


    With Rose''s arms tightly wrapped around his waist, n couldn''t help but voice his concerns. "This is going to be dangerous," he said, looking over his shoulder at her. "Are you sure about this?"


    No response came from Rose, just the unwavering sp of her fingers around n''s waist, a silent testament to hermitment. They emerged from the forest and climbed to a vantage point to witness the unfolding battle.


    The barbarian forces had been utterly routed, and n could see the French yers relentlessly pursuing the survivors. Their aim was clear: to maximize their points and quest ratings by hunting down every fleeing enemy.


    At first nce, it appeared that the battle hade to an end. Approximately half of the barbarian horde, totaling around 10,000,y dead on the battlefield, while the Roman losses amounted to roughly a thousand legionnaires.


    "We''re toote," Merlemented somberly as they watched together from the hill. The remnants of the barbarian force had retreated into the depths of the forest, and the French yers had withdrawn to the rear lines.


    However, n couldn''t shake the feeling that the battle was far from over. He suspected that Axel, the cunning French noble, had more tricks up his sleeve.


    n''s attention was now fixed on Artorius. He spotted the Romanmander, leading a unit of horsemen, alongside a contingent of French yers who were riding away from the battlefield.


    "There! They''re targeting the Romanmander," n dered.


    This was the direction n intended to head. Without a moment''s hesitation, he urged his horse down the hill, employing his horse-riding skill to chase after the group. To his relief, Merle and the rednecks decided to follow him.


    As they crossed the field, the resounding warhorn echoed from the forest, taking them all by surprise. In an unexpected turn, the barbarians returned to the fray.


    One imposing figure stood out among the retreating barbarians. He was Cerdic the Great, a legendary Saxon NPC, and he managed to rally the retreating forces. With him were the yers from the Bangkok server, emerging from the treeline mounted on over a hundred war chariots. Their sudden appearance coincided with the absence of the Romanmander, leaving the legions struggling to reform their defensive line. It was clear that more Roman soldiers would perish.


    As the battle intensified, the chariots thundered into the Roman ranks, wreaking havoc among the legionnaires. The yers on the chariots were relentless, wielding firearms and even hurling grenades that shattered the Roman formations.


    Amidst the chaos, Rose questioned their course of action. She remained firmly clutching n''s back, her voiceced with concern.


    "Are we just going to stand by and watch? Shouldn''t we help them?"


    n borated, expressing his disinterest in getting involved in a battle involving yers. He pointed out the apparent coboration between the yers from the three different servers - the French, Thai, and Egyptian yers. Their strategy was clear: weaken each other''s NPC forces and enable the yerster on to reap the benefits.


    While n acknowledged the effectiveness of this approach in terms of umting double points - one for killing NPCs of the opposing faction and another for dealing with the undead - n couldn''t share in the optimism. He knew whaty ahead and couldn''t condone it.


    Resigned to the fact that he couldn''t halt the ongoing battle, n decided to stick to the path that Artorius and his riders had taken, leading him away from the battlefield.


    Half an hourter, they reached what seemed to be a deste town, and just as n had anticipated, Artorius and his knights were encircled by hundreds of Egyptian yers, while the French yers observed from the sidelines.


    Once again, n was a little toote. Only two dozen Roman knights remained to guard their woundedmander. As much as n desired to leap into the fray and aid them, the odds of rescuing Artorius from such peril were slim. Even if he seeded, the Romanmander might not be inclined to leave with him. Frustration welled up within n as he stood there, watching in irritation as one by one, the soldiers and Britannian champion knights fell.


    Observing the grim situation, Merle muttered, "Looks like we made the trip for nothing."


    n gazed at the veteran and said, "If you change your mind, you still have a few minutes to leave."


    Merle''s apprehension grew, and he began to understand that n had been meticulously tracking the timing of their arrival. His anticipation was rewarded when, approximately a minuteter, the expected notification materialized.


    [The source of darkness has arrived in Britannia Land]


    With that notification, the eerie transformation of the town became undeniable. The thousands of once-lifeless townspeople and the hundred fallen Roman knights were rising from the ground. As if topound the nightmarish scene, from the midst of the resurrected champions emerged even more sinister creatures.


    [Revenant]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank: C]


    The arrival of this malevolent force marked a turning point in the situation. The atmosphere grew increasingly ominous, and dread permeated the surroundings as the darkness continued to spread its corrupting influence.


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 Chapter 172 NPC

    Chapter 172 NPC


    In this Apocalypse game, champion NPCs were considered integral characters with the potential to significantly impact the game''s progression. They often possessed unique statistics and abilities that could be invaluable to yers. However, in scenarios like the one unfolding before them, the death of such an NPC would have precisely the opposite effect on the round''s dynamics.


    [Revenant - Rank C]


    This sinister transformationpletely altered the essence of these once-important NPCs. They now stood as towering figures, each one reaching a formidable height of three meters. d in menacing, full-body armor, they brandished massive swords and colossal shields. These elite undead beings bore no resemnce to their former selves, and their presence sent a shiver down the spine of anyone who gazed upon them.


    There were four of these dreadful Revenants, all possessing a C rank, which meant they held power simr to the mutants n had battled in the previous round. Their mere presence invoked fear in those who witnessed them.


    As the threat became clear, one of the Cairo yers stepped forward to take charge. With fearless determination, he rallied his team of firearm-wielding yers. "No fear! Kill them!" he shouted, signaling the start of a hail of bullets directed at the oing Revenants.


    Nevertheless, these four Revenants were not the sole adversaries they had to confront. A hundred fallen knights, previously under themand of Artorius, were now transformed into [Zombie Knight - Rank D], a more formidable type of zombiepared to the warrior zombies. Additionally, nearly a thousand deceased vigers had turned into [Zombie - Rank E].


    As the undead forces emerged, n noticed that the once stationary French yers wasted no time and rode into action. It was almost as if they had been lying in wait for the appearance of the undead. However, none among them had ever witnessed the terrifying might of the Revenants.


    With sweeping strikes of their massive swords, the Revenants disyed their capability to halt multiple riders at once, causing instant demise to the horses and sending yers tumbling to the ground while losing a third of their HP.


    "Watch out, they have sword skills!"


    Some yers chose to maintain a safe distance from these menacing creatures, while others, driven by their thirst for points, rushed recklessly towards the Revenants, hoping to secure a kill.


    It became an all-out battle, with each participant fully engaged. n turned to Rose and spoke firmly, "Stay here and cover me." His words conveyed determination, and the girl responded promptly by dismounting from the horse. n then charged directly into the heart of the ongoing conflict.


    His primary objective was the location where thest Roman group was holding out. Artorius, apanied by two dozen of his men, was making their final stand right at the battlefield''s center, surrounded by undead and yers.


    As n charged headlong into the thick of it, the cacophony of battle surrounded him. He could hear the screams of the undead, the thundering hooves of horses, the shing of steel against steel, and the thunderous reports of firearms.


    In the midst of this turmoil, Rose took up a vantage point and began picking off any threats that dared to approach n from the nks. Her sniper shots were precise and deadly, and they effectively discouraged any would-be attackers from getting too close.


    For the foes directly in n''s path, he could only rely on his skills. With a swift and practiced motion, he let go of the horse''s reins, drawing his [sawed-off shotgun]. The deafening sts from the shotgun echoed through the battlefield as he fired two shots, the spray of buckshot ripping through the undead and yers alike.


    With no means to reload the shotgun, n swiftly reced it with his [Glock 17] and began delivering headshots. His adept maneuvers enabled him to make it halfway across the battlefield, but his horse was struck, forcing n to abandon his mount, leaping high into the air andnding with remarkable agility near the besieged Roman knights


    He was met with initial resistance from one of the NPC champions who moved to intercept him. Raising his voice to be heard over the din of battle, n urgently shouted, "My lord, I am here to help you!"


    n closed the distance, using his neutral status to approach without being mistaken for an enemy. He reached Artorius and wasted no time, announcing, "I am a healer, and I can tend to Lord Artorius''s wounds."


    Understanding the gravity of the situation and recognizing n as the one who had warned him of the impending danger earlier, Artorius issued themand, "Let him near."


    Upon receiving Artorius''s permission, n acted swiftly, first using his [Medical Bandage] to stop the bleeding and provide immediate relief. The bandage effectively healed 90 HP within a short span of 1.5 minutes, offering Artorius some much-needed respite.


    But n didn''t stop there. He knew the situation was dire, and every bit of healing could make a difference. n cast the healing spell [Minor Heal]. The spell''s base healing was a modest 5 HP every 2 seconds. However, n''s uniquebination of attributes and abilities gave him a significant boost. His D-level spirit provided a bonus of 6 points, granting a 60% enhancement, and his [Sage of Knowledge] title contributed another 30%, resulting in a total boost of 90%. This additional power meant the spell now healed for an extra 4.5 HPpared to its base values.


    [Healing: 9.5 HP Recovered per second]


    [Spirit points: 109/110]


    In a mere 90 seconds, n managed to heal over 500 HP. The healing process took a significant toll on his mana reserves, depleting half of his avable spirit points. Nevertheless, it was enough to restore Artorius from the brink of death. The legendary NPC had nearly 1,000 HP, and n''s efforts made a considerable difference.


    This act of healing not only saved Artorius''s life but also fostered a positive rtionship between them.


    [Your rtionship status with NPC has increased from Neutral to Friendly]


    [Artorius - Legendary]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: C+]


    [Status: Friendly]


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    With Artorius back on his feet and regaining his strength, he wasted no time and urged his knights to move. The Romanmander swiftly engaged the undead, his sword shing through the air as he systematically dispatched the monstrosities surrounding them. They needed to get out of the heart of the battlefield.


    For n, this wasn''t the time to take an offensive stance. Instead, he decided to provide support. He cast [Minor Blessing] on Artorius, granting the legendary NPC a 15% boost to both attack and defense. This enhancement was a significant advantage for a formidable character like Artorius.


    As n focused on bestowing his blessing upon Artorius, his game link started to popte with notifications.


    [You have received 40 Survival Points and 80 XP]


    Only one-fifth of the reward was added to his ount for every Artorius kill, but with Artorius''s formidable might, he could effortlessly dispatch any zombie with a single swing of his sword. n''s game link was a continuous stream of notifications, each kill rapidly increasing his XP and Survival Points. However, this came at the cost of his dwindling spirit points.


    "Dammit, I need more Spirit points!" n cursed under his breath. In a situation like this, he wished he had the [Acolyte Spirit] that offered a permanent 20% spirit point regeneration bonus. With his current spirit level, n was only able to regenerate 30 points every minute. It was far from sufficient for effectivebat in such a war.


    Midway through the chaos of the battlefield, one of the Revenants fixated its sights on their group, and Artorius was fully prepared for the uing battle. This monstrous opponent was formidable, but Artorius''s strikes were enough to deflect the creature''s massive sword. However, Artorius was not alone in this struggle. Two of his champion knights joined the fray. One was a striking, dark-haired youth, and the other a bald, muscr man.


    [Lancelot - Champion]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: C-]


    [Status: Friendly]


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    [Percival - Champion]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: C-]


    [Status: Friendly]


    These three knights worked in perfect tandem to fend off the Revenants, while the remaining soldiers protected them from any additional threats that dared to approach.


    n seized the opportunity to expend all of his recently recharged spirit points to cast [Minor Blessing] on Artorius and his two champion knights.


    The battle was intense and brutal, with sparks flying as swords shed. The Revenants were relentless, but under thebined might of Artorius, Percival, Lancelot, and n''s spells, they gradually began to wear down.


    As their teamwork and coordination improved, the Revenants found themselves pushed to their limits, their monstrous bodies struggling to withstand the unrelenting assault. n''s spirit points depleted rapidly as he maintained the blessing. As the final blowsnded, the Revenants crumbled to the ground, defeated.


    [You have received 1000 Survival Points and 2000 XP]


    [You received a rare box item]


    [You received a quest item; Knight Sword]


    With no other yers participating in the Revenants'' defeat, n had sessfully obtained both the reward and one of the quest items he coveted.

 Chapter 173 Quest Item

    Chapter 173 Quest Item


    n swiftly opened the rare box, revealing its contents with excitement. Inside, he found a remarkable item¡ªa white shield adorned with a prominent red cross in its center. Its attributes were impressive:


    [Name: Shield of White Knight]


    [Type: Other]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Defense +15]


    [Effects: Magic Resistance 30%]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Shield previously owned by Ghad the white knight of Brittania]


    This finding held a touch of irony, for n was now the owner of a precious offhand item despite having only one hand. Nevertheless, the shield''s remarkable magic resistance properties made it a valuable asset, so he decided to stow it away in his inventory.


    The [Knight sword] he acquired held its own significance. It was a quest item, providing standard stats but also serving as the key to a special quest. This quest was exclusively offered to those who managed to retrieve the sword left behind by one of Artorius'' fallen champion knights.


    In his past life, n had been fortunate enough to pick up the sword and im the quest''s rewards. However, this time, it proved different. The quest item was only activated for those who had the [knight] job ss. n''s n was clear: he intended to keep the sword and give it to a certain girl he had convinced to take up the knight ss for this precise purpose.


    With the Revenant vanquished, the group''s challenges were far from over. They still had to navigate their way through hordes of relentless undead. Artorius, the fearless frontline leader, inspired the knights, their spirits high as they carved a path through the sea of the undead. n, positioned in the center of the group, yed a crucial support role. He intermittently cast healing spells to mend their wounds and received passive experience points for his efforts. Amid the chaos of battle, Rose asionally lent a hand by expertly dispatching enemies with her precise bullets.


    As the battle raged on, the notifications appeared in n''s interface, indicating his gains from the fights.


    [You have received 40 Survival Points and 80 XP]


    [You have received 50 Survival Points and 100 XP]


    After their hard-fought journey, they finally reached the rtive safety of a corner on the battlefield. Only 15 individuals, including n, remained. Gasping for a moment of respite, they had scarcely caught their breath when an unexpected challenge loomed.


    A group of 20 horse riders approached, all part of the French yer faction. Among them, n spotted Cachelos ck Sand''s group, along with a few familiar faces from the ranks of veteran French yers. These yers were part of an elite group, forged from the mercenaries of the two servers. Their presence was a surprise, and n''s gaze held a mixture of recognition and tension.


    Knew this group was the one that betrayed them, Artorius and his knights prepared to confront them, ready for battle. However, n stepped forward and ced himself between the two groups. He locked eyes with Cachelos and asked "Are you here to finish us?"


    Cachelos, the Hispanic mercenary leader, responded, "n, you and the others can leave, but Artorius must stay."


    n stood his ground, his resolve unshaken, and replied, "You know they will not leave theirmander, and neither will I."


    A momentter, a small group of riders, which included Merle, Rose, and the rednecks, arrived at the scene. They had brought several stray horses with them. Rose, with her sniper rifle in hand, remained vignt.


    "Are you sure about this, n?" Cachellos inquired.


    n paused to evaluate the situation, his eyes scanning the chaotic battlefield that stretched before him. Amidst the ongoing chaos, he noticed the grim toll the battle had taken on the 500 Egyptian yers. Around 50 of them had fallen, their life forces extinguished by the relentless assault of the undead horde.


    While the figure of 50 might appear rtively small in the grand scheme of the massive conflict, the consequences of their defeat were anything but insignificant. The fallen yers had now been transformed into [Ghouls - rank D]. These undead entities retained theirbat prowess and had be formidable adversaries. As if it wasn''t dire enough, one [Revenant] had risen from the remains of a veteran yer from the Cairo server.


    He turned back to Cachelos, addressing the chaotic state of the battlefield. "It''s such a mess, don''t you think? If you let Axel in charge, more yers will fall." n implored Cachelos to reconsider their actions. "I suggest you go and help them now rather than wasting time-fighting us here."


    Cachelos'' hesitation hung in the air, but n, keenly aware of the delicate situation, decided to remind him of a crucial fact. He leaned in and emphasized, "Trust me, you don''t want to fight an undead that has risen from a legendary NPC."


    The gravity of his words was not lost on those present. n was referring to Artoriuss himself, the revered leader of their group. While facing a [Revenant] was already a formidable challenge, the thought of Artorius bing an undead abomination was a chilling one. The mere imagination of the kind of monster Artorius might be if they killed him sent shivers down the spine of every veteran yer.


    These arguments were enough to sow seeds of discord among the elite veteran group. The tension in the air was palpable as they grappled with the decision at hand. However, Cachelos, with a resolute gaze, looked directly at n and delivered a final statement, "You can take him, but you might be toote already."


    With those ominous words, Cachelos issued a decisivemand. He ordered the group to charge toward the battlefield, their horses thundering forward as they plunged into the heart of the chaos.


    In response to the tense situation, n quickly issued orders for everyone to mount up on the avable horses and make their escape. Once they were safely mounted on their steeds, Artorius, expressed his gratitude "Thank you for saving us; Britannia is in your debt."


    A notification shed on his game interface.


    [You havepleted a bonus quest - Saving Artorius life]


    [You received E rank reward x1]


    [You received 1000 survival points, 1000 XP]


    [Your rtionship status with NPC has increased from Friendly to ted]


    After riding for a tense 20 minutes, they began to notice an ominous sight up ahead. A vivid, flickering light illuminated the sky, and dense smoke veiled the once serene forest, carrying with it a foul, acrid stench. Artorius, their valiant leader, instinctively tightened his grip on the reins of his horse as a sense of foreboding gripped him. When they finally returned to the battlefield, it became painfully evident that Cachelos''s earlier warning had not been without merit.


    The sight before them was one of devastation. Massive fires raged at the heart of the battlefield, indiscriminately consuming undead, Romans, and barbarians alike. The once tumultuous battleground had been reduced to a zing inferno, leaving behind a scene of utter destruction.

 Chapter 174 Night Battle

    Chapter 174 Night Battle


    The battlefield was a scene ofplex strategy, orchestrated by the coboration of three servers: Paris, Cairo, and Bangkok. A meticulous n had been crafted, and it unfolded with precision.


    In the initial phases, the n unfolded as follows: The Roman forces, superior in theirbat prowess, were given the upper hand, allowing them to triumph in the early shes. The French yers capitalized on this, leveraging the opportunity to target and eliminate thousands of barbarians during their retreat.


    Following this stage, a calcted countermove was executed. Thai and Egyptian yers,unched their offensive just as the Roman leaders were strategically drawn away from the central battleground. This tactical maneuver ensured that yers from the Bangkok and Cairo servers had their chance to engage the Romans and tip the scales in their favor.


    As night descended upon the battlefield, the dynamics had shifted dramatically. Amidst the carnage, only 2,000 Roman legionnaires and 8,000 barbarians remained, locked in a desperate struggle against a formidable and newly risen force of 15,000 undead.


    The scales had shifted dramatically, and the battlefield had be a nightmarish arena of survival and annihtion, where the undead outnumbered the living, and the oue remained uncertain amidst the chaos.


    In a grim turn of events, to ensure the safety of the yers and to execute a critical part of their n, the French yers had prepared an extensive amount of oil, discreetly hidden beneath a bed of dried grass across the field before the battle even started. This preparation hade about through a cooperative effort between the support teams of all three servers.


    As the battle continued, all yers were instructed to withdraw to designated safety zones and wait for a prearranged signal. Axel Arnebout, the French noble overseeing the operation, watched the battlefield with a sense of satisfaction. Pride swelled within him as he observed the unfolding strategy.


    With a sense of purpose, Axel drew his bow, ignited an arrow, and released it into the night sky. The zing arrow served as the signal for what was toe. In response, all yers¡ªboth Egypt and Thai¡ª followed the cue with their prepared fire arrows.


    The night sky above the battlefield was quickly adorned with a mesmerizing, firefly-like constetion of me, as arrows and torches ignited the oil-soaked grass below. What had once been a battleground of tumultuous conflict was now consumed by a relentless inferno.


    Minutes psed before n reached the scene, and as he did, the night was still aze with chaos and destruction. The undead and humans writhed in the inferno, their anguished cries merging into a chilling chorus of despair. The fields were in a state of pandemonium, with hundreds of terrified individuals frantically attempting to escape the encroaching mes, and thousands meeting their tragic end.


    Artorius, could not bear the horrors unfolding before him. He cried out in agony, his voice a desperatement, and without hesitation, he hurled himself into the midst of the ze. He aimed to rally and rescue as many of his men as possible from the clutches of the relentless fire.


    "NO! Artorius, don''t!" n''s voice rang out in an urgent plea, his attempts to stop the man proving futile.


    As n watched the brave knight charge into the inferno, he couldn''t help but acknowledge a grim truth. The fire, while devastating to humans, was notably less effective against the undead. The brilliant n to engulf the battlefield in mes had the potential to backfire swiftly, and the consequences of their actions remained uncertain amid the relentless chaos.


    On the northern side of the battlefield, 700 Bangkok yers and 300 from Cairo stood witness to the roaring mes, their eyes alight with excitement as they watched their Gamelink interfaces blink with notifications of earned points and experience. The thrill of victory was tangible in the air, and cheers resounded through their ranks.


    However, the jubtion was short-lived. Their collective exuberance gave way to apprehension as a horrific sight unfolded before them. Emerging from the zing inferno came hundreds of [zombie warriors]. Their charred, scorched bodies were barely recognizable, yet they were undeniably animate, driven by a relentless hunger for carnage. The undead warriors advanced, threatening to ravage anything in their path.


    On the southern side, a simr dread-inducing spectacle transpired. Hundreds of [zombie knights] appear from the smoke, charging relentlessly at the escaping Roman soldiers. The scale of the undead onught was staggering, and panic began to grip those who had initially reveled in the congration''s aftermath.


    Amid the chaos, Captain Thierry, themander of the French army, was struck by surprise and uncertainty. He turned to Axel for advice "Mister Axel, what should we do now?"


    In response, the French nob;e maintained an air of calm resolve and offered a rallying cry to his troops. "Do not falter," he dered with unwavering confidence. "There were only hundreds of them, and they are at the end of their health! Keep fighting and get more points!"


    With a single sentence, Axel managed to reignite the spirit of the French yers. Fear and doubt gave way to determination as they quickly rallied and prepared to confront the relentless onught of undead hordes.


    Firearm shots rang out, weapon strikes, and spells were unleashed with renewed vigor. As Axel had predicted, the undead, their health already depleted by the earlier inferno, proved to be easier targets. The rewarding satisfaction of each sessful kill spurred the living yers on, motivating them to press forward despite the unexpected esction of the battle.


    Although the number of undead was more substantial than initially anticipated, it was still a manageable fight, especially with the unexpected assistance of hundreds of Roman soldiers who had rallied to join the fray. Theirbined efforts created a formidable line of defense against the encroaching undead horde.


    Yet, it was as if the game''s mastermind knew the yers'' strategy and adapted to it. The sky overhead grumbled ominously, and rain began to pour down. The sudden onset of rain felt inexplicable, and frustration reverberated among the yers.


    "What! This is a joke!!" Axel eximed, voicing the disbelief at the situation.


    The falling rain came with an ominous twist. As the mes were extinguished by the downpour, thousands of undead warriors and knights, their ranks swelled, marched relentlessly toward the yers on both sides.


    Amid the torrential rain and the relentless advance of the undead, an unexpected and chilling event unfolded. A shrieking sound pierced the air, emanating from the top of the northwestern hill. All eyes turned to witness a lone rider whose eyes seemed to glow eerily. The sight of this figure sent shivers down the spines of those who beheld it, and anxiety coursed through the ranks.


    n certainly knew who it was. The figure was the Necromancer, the one responsible for all the undead rising.

 Chapter 175 Chaos

    Chapter 175 Chaos


    The battlefield had plunged into an unending nightmare, as yers found themselves ensnared in a ferocious brawl against the unholy undead. Zombie warriors and knights, their decrepit forms still adorned with rusted weapons and battered armor, charged forth with unyielding savagery.


    Amid the relentless sh of steel, sparks erupted into the inky darkness of night. The heavy rain, which soaked leather armor and drenched the waterlogged grass beneath their feet, added ayer of difficulty to the conflict. Each passing moment brought forth an arduous struggle as yers fought valiantly against the ceaseless tide of the undead.


    This was a harrowing close-range melee, where yers were thrust into the heart of an onught that seemed to assail them from all directions. Gone were the reassuring presence of NPCs who had once provided cover, and the meticulously crafted formations that had lent structure to their battles. In ce of order and coordination, chaos reigned supreme.


    The battlefield had transformed into a nightmarish all-out brawl, a tumultuous and desperate fight for survival where personal skills, instincts, and sheer determination were the currency of survival.


    For those yers who were not well-versed in meleebat, their disadvantage was starkly apparent. Their initial burst of firearm attacks offered only a brief respite, as the arduous task of reloading became a perilous vulnerability that often led to their untimely downfall.


    Even yers who had made preparations for closebat now found themselves pushed to their limits. The key to survival lies in their ability to remain ever vignt, perpetually monitoring their surroundings. Any momentarypse in concentration, an unexpected tackle from behind, or even a simple stumble could usher in the specter of death amid the tumultuous brawl.


    Stamina became a treasuredmodity, they had to manage their breath, taking brief respites to recover and to recuperate from the wounds they incurred. Every moment was a testament to their resilience and determination to endure the chaos of battle.


    n maneuvered his way through the chaos, his focus fixed on the Roman figure, Artorius. The fearless Romanmander moved with astonishing speed and ferocity, cleaving through the undead that stood in his path while rallying his Roman troops.


    As n trailed behind, he witnessed a remarkable transformation. What had started as a few scattered Roman soldiers soon grew into a substantial force under Artorius''smand.


    With his voice cutting through the mor, Artorius bellowed, "Tetsudo!"


    In response, a Roman ''tortoise'' formation swiftly took shape within the pandemonium. Soldiers converged, creating a protective shell by standing shoulder to shoulder, their shields locked together both horizontally and vertically. This formidable formation offered a bulwark against attacks from all directions, enabling the Romans to function as a unified and imprable unit within the confines of the battle''s chaos. It was a testament to the Romans'' discipline and their astute strategic approach to warfare.


    n, in his proximity to the Roman soldiers, was granted passage into the formation, and he made use of his healing and blessing spells, deploying his spirit points with utmost efficiency to aid hisrades.


    As they moved forward, relentlessly cutting down the undead that crossed their path, more Roman soldiers joined the formation, steadily expanding its size. The collective battle spirit of these Roman warriors drove them to fight with unwavering determination, growing the formation bit by bit as they pressed on, undeterred by the surrounding horrors of the battlefield.


    It was at this moment that a shrieking sound was heard and the mysterious figure appeared on the hill, a lone rider whose eyes seemed to glow eerily.


    n recognized the ominous figure all too well. It was the necromancer, the sinister puppeteer responsible for the reanimation of the undead that now surged across the battlefield.


    With a raised glowing staff, the necromancer executed a malevolent incantation. Suddenly, the warriors who had recently perished in the mes rose in unison, their eyes devoid of life and purpose.


    This unholy resurrection significantly bolstered the ranks of the undead, pushing their numbers back to a staggering 10,000 strong. Amid this macabre revival, one particr undead entity stood out


    A monstrous, humanoid figure, standing an imposing four meters tall, it was a colossal barbarian holding two massive axes in his arms. His primal, bone-chilling scream resonated across the battlefield, uniting the undead hordes in a nightmarish symphony of death.


    [Dreadnought]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank: B]


    The appearance of the Dreadnought triggered an immediate notification that reverberated through the minds of all yers:


    [New bonus quest added]


    [Bonus Quest (Optional): Defeat Cedric the Dreadnought]


    This notification brought a collective realization to the yers regarding the origins of this colossal undead monstrosity. It had risen from the remains of the legendary NPC of the Saxon king, a harbinger of doom that had now be an unexpected and formidable adversary.


    With a single, thunderous swing of its colossal axe, the Dreadnought cleaved apart a group of terrified barbarians and yers, extinguishing their lives in an instant. The hulking behemoth''s relentless rampage sent shockwaves of fear and panic rippling through the battlefield, as it seemed capable of decimating any living being that crossed its path.


    What made this nightmarish scenario even more dreadful was the gruesome aftermath. Each fallen victim left in the Dreadnought''s wake rose from the dead, joining the gruesome ranks of the undead. A collective, agonized cry reverberated through the battlefield, as the undead continued to swell in numbers.


    Amidst the carnage, the Dreadnought seemed to emit an ear-piercing, bone-chilling roar, echoing with the sheer magnitude of its monstrous presence. Whether under the control of the necromancer or driven by the barbarian''s twisted will, the Dreadnought turned its massive form southward and charged headlong toward the Roman lines, an unstoppable force of destruction barreling through the chaos of the battlefield.


    Towards the rear ranks of the Roman soldiers, the French captain watched the unfolding chaos with mounting anxiety. He could hardly contain his unease as he shouted,


    "This is madness!"


    It wasn''t just the fearsome B-rank creature that filled him with dread, but the perilous choice of the Hundred Hordes to bear down upon the Roman lines. The situation appeared dire, and his concerns weighed heavily on his mind.


    In stark contrast to the captain''s agitation, Axel, theposed French noble, maintained a sense of calm as he issued orders to his loyal bodyguard, the Silver Rapier. He instructed the man to bring a group of elite veterans to ascend the hill in pursuit of the lone rider.


    "Get more information, do not recklessly engage," he said decisively and the silver armor yer nodded before swiftly leaving riding the horse.


    "Axel, are you crazy!?" the French captain eximed. "What about the lines?"


    Without a hint of trepidation, Axel responded, "Dont worry, bring out the artillery!"

 Chapter 176 Dreadnought

    Chapter 176 Dreadnought


    In a manner reminiscent of the American military, the French forces had meticulously prepared a cache of artillery. At Axel''s signal, these formidable weapons roared to life, sending forth a relentless barrage that began to rain down upon the advancing undead hordes.


    "KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!"


    The relentless bombardment proved effective in reducing the numbers of the undead, iming the lives of hundreds in a maelstrom of destruction. However, the undead, unlike their human counterparts, remained impervious to fear or pain. Even as they were maimed and dismembered, these legions of darkness continued their relentless march forward, their unity unbroken.


    There was a moment of tion among the yers when a single missile struck the colossal giant, eliciting cheers. However, this minor victory was short-lived, for it merely seeded in causing the giant to kneel momentarily before it rose again, its fury undiminished.


    To n''s surprise, the colossal monstrosity seemed to have chosen Artorius''s formation as its target. In his desperation, n cried out,


    "Dammit! You''ve targetted the wrong people!"


    n urgently implored Artorius to retreat, but despite n''s well-intentioned advice, Artorius remained resolute in his decision to confront the colossal adversary head-on. With amanding presence, he issued a decisive order, "Knight! Break formation!"


    Tobat a foe of such immense proportions, Artorius strategically divided his one hundred soldiers into three separate groups, each consisting of thirty to forty men. Leading these groups were Artorius himself and his two trusted knights, Lancelot and Percival. The objective was clear: to assail the giant from three distinct sides, forcing it to contend with multiple fronts simultaneously.


    However, even the valorous knights of Artorius were ill-prepared to face such a monstrous adversary. A single swing of the giant''s immense weapon proved to be a devastating force, capable of shattering shields and iming the lives of several soldiers positioned at the front lines.


    Recognizing Artorius''s dire predicament, with swift and practiced coordination, Lancelot and Percival''s group initiated a coordinated assault from the rear, employing a tactic reminiscent of battles against bears or lions in the wilderness. It was a calcted maneuver designed to unsettle the giant, disrupt its focus, and exploit its vulnerabilities from multiple angles.


    Understanding that he couldn''t simply instruct Artorius to halt his advance, n made the unwavering choice to provide his fullest support to the Romanmander.


    With his spirit points limited and the knowledge that his spells alone wouldn''t suffice, he cast aside his reservations and reached for the spare firearm in his bag¡ªa [Luger PO8]. Armed with his expertise in [Small Weapon] usage and heightened by his [Eagle Eye] active skill, n made every bullet count, meticulously aiming for lethal shots.


    Each pull of the trigger heralded a precise and calcted attack, inflicting considerable damage on the formidable boss-level creature. The notifications confirmed the impact of his shots: [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 15 damage].


    As n observed the health bar of the colossal giant, he could discern the extent of the damage inflicted. Currently, the bar disyed a formidable 30% depletion. It was a testament to thebined might of the direct artillery missile strike, the relentless strikes by Artorius and his valiant knights, and n''s own contribution. Yet, it was equally astonishing to note that the behemoth still retained a formidable 70% of its health, underscoring the daunting and indomitable nature of this monstrous adversary.


    n pressed on with his determined assault on the colossal giant, continuously discharging rounds from his firearm, and emptying the entire magazine.


    The notifications detailed the results of his marksmanship:


    [Shooting: Inflicts 9 damage]


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 14 damage]


    Nine bullets had found their mark, and thanks to his precision, five of them proved to be lethal, amounting to a total of 100 damage inflicted upon the giant. However, the overwhelming strength of the creature rendered even this substantial assault a mere dent in its formidable health.


    Recognizing the urgency of the situation, n retrieved a backup firearm he had selected from the pile of looted Nazi weaponry¡ªa powerful [AK-47] assault rifle. This particr weapon boasted the highest firepower, and n opted for a single-fire configuration to ensure no bullets went to waste.


    The ensuing notifications reported the following oues:


    [Shooting: Inflicts 3 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 2 damage]


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 4 damage]


    n maintained his relentless fire, darting and weaving among the Roman soldiers who offered him a measure of cover and protection. Nevertheless, hisck of proficiency with firearms became apparent, and he struggled to achieve significant results. He managed tond only twenty-four bullets on target, and of those, a mere three critical hits produced a total of 50 damage.


    In sum, n''s unwavering efforts had contributed a cumtive 150 damage to the B-rank giant. However, when measured against the sheer might of the creature, this amounted to a mere 2-3% reduction in its imposing health. The odds remained stacked against the brave defenders, and the battle raged on, a relentless test of their mettle and resolve.


    With his brief but intense shooting spree concluded n swiftly redirected his focus to the application of healing and blessing spells. There was no target more deserving of his attention than Artorius, the formidable C+ rank character renowned for his 1000 HP and formidable defense. Among the assembled characters, Artorius stood as the sole figure capable of withstanding the relentless onught of the Dreadnought''s attacks, especially when further fortified by n''s supportive magic.


    Regrettably, by this juncture, the colossal giant had inflicted grievous losses upon Artorius''s valiant knights. The severity of the round once more manifested as each fallen soldier returned as an unholy [Zombie knight], while any unfortunate yer met a simr fate, rising from death as [Ghouls].


    The seemingly endless tide of the undead continued to swell, and in a scenario where they could neither control nor decisively turn the tide of battle, it became abundantly clear that humanity would eventually find itself on the losing side. The grim reality of the situation underscored the immense challenges they faced, as the relentless onught of the undead threatened to overwhelm them in the long term.


    The French captain, his voice fraught with desperation, implored, "Axel, we are losing! We should sound the retreat!"


    But Axel, theposed French noble, maintained his stoic demeanor. He responded with reassuring calmness, "Calm down. Reinforcements are on the way."


    Just as Axel conveyed this message of hope, amotion erupted from the western hillside. The sound of a thousand new fighters marching out from the forest filled the air. These formidable reinforcements were none other than yers from the New York Server, arriving to join the battle.

 Chapter 177 Fight or Flight

    Chapter 177 Fight or Flight


    Captain Carter''s resoundingmand, "Charge!" reverberated through the ranks as she galvanized a formidable force of a thousand yers from the New York Server. Together, they surged forth from the western forest, apanied by a barrage of firearm discharges that quickly transitioned into a flurry of swords and shields, as they leaped headfirst into the teeming undead hordes.


    The western nk was not alone in their stand. From the south, another thousand yers from the Paris Server converged on the battlefield, while abined force of a thousand yers from the Bangkok and Cairo Servers arrived from the north. These formidable reinforcements were further supplemented by several hundred Roman soldiers and Barbarian NPCs scattered across the battleground.


    Together, theirbined numbers were sufficient to tip the bnce of the battle in favor of the living. Hundreds of undead adversaries fell every minute, their ranks dwindling as they were vanquished by the relentless assault of des, ensuring they would not rise again.


    The rain had ceased, and the night wind had shifted, yet at the epicenter of the conflict, the prospects of victory remained uncertain. Artorius and his knights, bearing the weight of the battle, were battered and fatigued, their strength waning with each passing moment.


    The remaining dozen soldiers under hismand had adopted a purely defensive stance, their shoulders touching as they formed an unyielding line, steadfastly blocking the relentless onught of undead knights and warriors that surged toward them.


    n, couldn''t help but shout encouragement to the beleaguered defenders. "Hang on! Just a little bit longer!" he urged, knowing that the reinforcements of yer armies were drawing near.


    With his focus divided, n dedicated every ounce of his energy to attending to the severely wounded Percival, employing his [medical gauze] to staunch the knight''s life-threatening injuries. Yet, as he worked tirelessly, a grim discovery seized his attention: Lancelot, the valiant champion,y fallen beneath the colossal might of the Dreadnought.


    Another Champion NPC had met a tragic fate, and in Lancelot''s ce emerged a formidable Revenant, a relentless and nightmarish adversary. This grim transformation further constricted their chances of survival, casting a pall of despair over the beleaguered defenders.


    Though the yer armies drew ever closer, there remained a small but critical distance between them and the embattled group. n had expended his spirit points to their limits in a desperate bid to sustain Artorius, understanding that he must hold on for as long as possible. Failure to do so would mean the birth of yet another abomination, an oue he was determined to prevent at all costs.


    As more Roman soldiers sumbed to the relentless onught of the undead, the ranks of defenders grew perilously thin. n found himself with no more soldiers to hide among, and the situation appeared dire. It was then that a torrent of bullets rained down upon the advancing undead, offering a much-needed reprieve.


    Merle, the crimson gunner, and Rose had managed to carve a path through the hordes to provide the crucial backup n so desperately needed. Merle unleashed a relentless barrage of bullets from his Crimson M16, driving back the advancing Revenant, while Rose, facing her own challenges with her sniper rifle, had switched to a handgun to fend off the encroaching undead.


    Amidst the chaos, Merle urgently shouted to n, "n, we need to get out now!!!" He continued to fire relentlessly, providing cover for the beleaguered defenders.


    With a mere 15% of its health points remaining, the formidable Dreadnought loomed in the battlefield. n quickly assessed the situation, his eyes darting between the towering adversary and the approaching group of yer reinforcements. Determination etched across his face, he urgently conveyed his plea to Merle.


    "Merle! Just give me 3 minutes! Hold on for 3 minutes!" n implored, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and hope.


    However, Merle''s response was a desperate one, marked by skepticism and a sense of impending doom. "No! It''s not possible!" he shouted, grappling with the grim reality of their situation.


    At that pivotal juncture, torn between the options of fight or flight, n''s eyes locked onto Artorius, who had just fallen on the ground. The Romanmander''s swordy abandoned just inches away. Uncertain of Artorius'' fate, but with unwavering resolve, n decisively reached for the sword and grasped it tightly.


    [King''s Sword]


    [Type: Sword Weapon]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Damage 48 - 62]


    [Effects: Speed increase 20%, Def Rating +10]


    [Equipment Rating: 32]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Sword Kings of the Old]


    It was not the legendary sword, but it was much stronger than n''s previous sword, however, it came with a surprise quest.


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    n knew that now was not the time to delve into the details of the quest.


    With the superior sword gripped firmly in his left hand, he was acutely aware that he could not wield it with the same skill and finesse as his previous weapon. However, he was determined to make the most of this dire situation, drawing upon every skill and ability at his disposal to face the colossal adversary that had be his primary target.


    With the colossal Dreadnought bearing down on him, n had only a fleeting moment to react. Just as the giant''s massive axe was poised to strike him down, n activated his newfound skill, [Shadow Strike]. In an instant, he seemed to vanish from the giant''s view, reappearing behind the towering adversary and delivering a sneak attack.


    The first strikended with precision:


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 33 damage],


    [Critical hit inflicted from sneak attack, 18 damage]


    Thebined damage managed to shave off a mere 1% of the giant''s health points, but it seeded in diverting the creature''s attention, giving n a crucial advantage. Undeterred, n pressed his advantage, striking again with his sword:


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 31 damage]


    However, the Dreadnought was relentless, and when its massive axe descended, n had no choice but to parry the blow with his sword. The result was searing pain, and the force of the impact sent him hurtling a few meters backward:


    [Impact: Lethal Strike inflicted 132 damage]


    Though n felt the staggering pain, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand once more, determined to make the most of this opportunity to chip away at the formidable foe''s health points.


    The colossal Dreadnought continued its relentless advance toward n, who was now struggling to maintain his footing. Merle and Rose unleashed a torrent of gunfire upon the giant, providing just enough cover for n to regain his standing.


    His own condition was far from optimal:


    [HP: 188/310]


    [Stamina: 32%]


    [Spirit points: 8/110]


    One more powerful strike from the giant could bring him perilously close to critical health, so n knew he had to exercise extreme caution. Unfortunately, his recently employed skill, [Shadow Strike], was still on a one-minute cooldown, leaving him no choice but to confront the monstrous adversary head-on.


    With gritted teeth, n endured the pain and channeled the limited spirit points that had regenerated. He cast [Minor blessing] on himself:


    [Strength Increase 15%]


    [Defense Rating Increase 15 Points]


    [Bonus Attack Against Darkness 15%]


    Bolstered by the blessings, and with his enhanced agility, n narrowly dodged the giant''s next attack. He took a deep breath and unleashed [de Frenzy], an active skill that relied on his enhanced speed to execute a rapid barrage of attacks.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 38 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 37 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 38 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 37 damage]


    [Stabbing: Lethal Inflicts 57 damage]


    n''s de Frenzy delivered a decent attack, chipping away an additional 4% of the giant''s health. However, the immense physical strain began to take its toll. Before he could execute his sixth strike, the Dreadnought seized him and delivered a crushing blow with its axe:


    [Impact: Lethal Strike inflicted 106 damage]


    [HP: 82/310]


    The colossal creature hoisted n into the air, preparing for a finishing move. Rose, in her frantic desperation, used her sniper rifle to take potshots at the giant, briefly diverting its attention. This split-second distraction granted n one final opportunity. Summoning all his strength, he drove his de into the giant''s eye:


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 57 damage]


    The excruciating pain forced the giant to hurl him into the ground


    [Impact: Inflicted 38 damage]


    [HP: 44/310]


    As the giant bellowed in pain, n managed to crawl away just in the nick of time before the colossal creature could inflict further harm. He could feel his strength waning, and the pain gradually overtook him.


    The agonizing pain forced him into a slow descent toward unconsciousness. However, in his fading awareness, thest image imprinted on his mind was a determined brte girl atop a horse, leading a group of familiar faces who pelt the giant with a relentless barrage of gunfire. Hearing his name called, n realized that three minutes had already passed.


    As his eyelids grew heavy, a notification was heard


    [You havepleted Bonus quest: Defeat Cedric the Dreadnought]


    x x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 178 Casualties

    Chapter 178 Casualties


    The unconscious state was a result of a massive blow to the head, a knockout that urs when both health points and stamina were in critical condition. In n''s case, he had been mmed to the ground by the giant and suffered a head injury, but it took a few seconds for the effects to fully manifest. During that brief transition, his perception of events was reduced to blurry, fragmented images.


    [You are incapacitated]


    The duration of this state could vary widely,sting anywhere from a minute to an hour depending on the severity of the injury and the resilience of the individual.During this time, assistance and healing spells were critical in expediting the process of regaining consciousness.


    "n!! n!! Oh my god, his arm!!! Is he alive!"


    "He''s fine¡­ he''s not dead!!"


    "Pull him out¡­ Milo! Carry him!"


    In the span of those few seconds of disorientation, the world outside of his consciousness started to make sense again. He was no longer in the immediate danger of battle, but the aftermath was still reverberating around him. The sh of steel, the crackling of firearms, and the tumultuous chaos of the battlefield returned to him.


    When he finally opened his eyes, he found himself lying on damp grass. A beautiful brte girl knelt beside him, and her eyes showed genuine concern. Her voice wavered with emotion as she spoke, "n, you''re back."


    The jarring sounds of the ongoing battle served as a stark reminder of the dire situation. n quickly rose to a sitting position, his senses returning, and he scanned his surroundings. It appeared that some of his Wolverine units had arrived, engaging in a fierce struggle with the undead army to secure the area.


    With a sense of urgency, he turned to the brte girl "Rose, Merle!!" he inquired, worry etching his features.


    "They are fine, we got them!" she replied with a reassuring nod, her expression a mixture of relief and determination.


    As n began to formte his next question, his focus was abruptly diverted to a looming figure that stood menacingly about a dozen meters away.


    A terrifying, boss-level monster had emerged, its presence casting a shadow over the battlefield. The confusion welled up within n, his mind racing toprehend the sudden reappearance of such a formidable foe. He had assumed that he had already vanquished the Dreadnought.


    However, as he scrutinized the nightmarish figure, he quickly realized that this was not the same 4-meter barbaric giant he had faced earlier. Instead, it was a fully armored knight, d in menacing ck armor. The knight wielded an enormous sword that gleamed malevolently in the dim light.


    A sense of dread washed over n as he muttered in disbelief, "No... no!!"


    His Game Link shed an information panel before him


    [Artorius the Abyss Knight]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank: B]


    With a heavy heart and a deep sigh, n came to terms with the grim reality that he had failed. The monstrous creature before him was none other than the undead form of Artorius. Once a revered and legendary NPC, Artorius had now fallen to the undead side and wreaked havoc upon the battlefield.


    "Be careful!" n shouted out, his voice strained with worry, as he observed the chaos unfolding before him.


    Lieutenant Summers and his veteran special forces had engaged the massive knight with a relentless barrage of firearm attacks. Marcus and Jason, in their werewolf forms, were doing their utmost to hold the Abyss Knight down.


    n''s anxiety was somewhat eased when he saw a group of veterans from the Bangkok and Cairo servers join the fray. One yer wielded a massive shield, using it to block the knight''s deadly sword strikes, while another had transformed into a massive bear, attempting to tackle the knight to the ground. It was a fierce and demanding battle, but with multiple veteran yers working in coordination, they stood a fighting chance against the formidable Abyss Knight.


    The central battlefield became a hub of fric activity as more yers flocked to the scene, each hoping to deal some damage to the formidable Abyss Knight.


    To everyone''s amazement, a veteran French yer descended gracefully from the air using a kite and wielded a massive bazooka-like energy cannon. The cannon unleashed a powerful st that knocked the Abyss Knight off its feet, generating cheer among the yers, all eager to secure a bonus for defeating the mighty foe.


    However, in the midst of this triumph, a strange and eerie mist began to envelop the battlefield, casting a veil of uncertainty and tension over the yers.


    A shrill and ominous sound echoed from a nearby hill, adding to the growing anxiety. But just as quickly as it had materialized, the mist dissipated, and with it, the entire undead army, including the Abyss Knight, vanished into thin air. The battlefield was left in an eerie silence, and the yers stood bewildered and puzzled by the sudden turn of events.


    "MERDE! It escaped!" cursed the blonde French girl who had descended from the sky.


    n surveyed the battlefield, his gaze falling on the thousands of lifeless corpses that littered the ground. In stark contrast to the grim scene, yers cheered in triumph, having sessfully defended their position against the undead threat.


    As the night gave way to morning, yers from all four servers regrouped and began their march south toward the walls. They encountered a few scattered groups of undead along the way, but the morning light brought them a clearer view of their numbers and allowed them to assess the situation.


    [You have passed the third night]


    [4 more nights to survive]


    [Updating current yers]


    [New York Server: 2,869 (2,858)]


    [Paris Server: 1,322 (1,118)]


    [Cairo Server: 1005 (752)]


    [Bangkok Server: 882 (741)]


    The night had taken a heavy toll, with over 600 yers having perished during the intense battle. Among the servers, the Cairo server had suffered the most significant losses, with 250 casualties. The victory had been achieved, but it left a lingering question in the minds of those who had fought valiantly: was the price they had paid truly worth it?

 Chapter 179 Gains

    Chapter 179 Gains


    The first rays of dawn pierced the night sky, and the group began to assemble at one of the Roman garrisons strategically positioned along the imposing fortified walls. As the yers arrived, a sense of weariness and anticipation hung in the air. The makeshift camp began to take shape, with clear boundaries separating the yers from each of the four servers, each group iming their respective space near the garrison.


    n catches sight of the French noble, Axel, orchestrating the Roman soldiers under hismand with calcted finesse. The man had seamlessly seized control of the Roman faction in the aftermath of Artorius''s death, leveraging his influence to gain their unwavering allegiance. The sight of Axel''s authoritative sway over the Romans was a thorn in n''s side, a bitter reminder of the sacrifices made.


    Determined to put aside his feelings for the time being, n set his sights on Captain Carter and provided her with a clear and concise ount of the events that had transpired over the past three days.


    When he was done, he made his way back to the Wolverine unit''s camp where he learned that most of his units were not only alive but in rtively good health, a stark contrast to his condition after the grueling battle.


    The concern for n''s arm was palpable within the group, and despite his attempts to appear nonchnt, it was evident that his condition troubled hisrades. The fact that it was not the undead but the actions of the French that had caused his injuries added to the collective frustration.


    "That French bastard! Let''s cut his damn dick off as payment!" Vicky eximed angrily, mirroring the group''s heightened annoyance at the situation.


    n''s thoughts returned to Rose and Merle, who were in a precarious state after their ordeal. He couldn''t help but feel a strong mix of gratitude and remorse for sending them into the thick of the fight


    Rose, remained her usual silent self, not expressing much, while Merle, on the contrary, was vocal about n owing him big time for this mission.


    Turning his attention to Vicky, n asked for details about their arrival and the circumstances that had brought them here. Vicky exined that it had been Captain Farell who had conveyed the French request to them, prompting their swift response.Vicky also assured n that the remaining New York server yers were holding their positions at the old garrison, following n''s n.


    With the weight of the recent events on his shoulders, n decided to take a short break to gather his thoughts and regain hisposure. Before doing so, he opened his game link to assess the gains and losses they had experienced during the tumultuous battle.


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 32: 133,520/140,000]


    [HP: 320/320]


    [Survival Points: 17,750]


    [One attribute point to distribute]


    n had gained one level, umting nearly 25,000 XP and 12,500 survival points since the game round had started. A significant portion of this progress was attributed to his high contribution during the battle, especially when he helped Arturous defeat the B-rank creature known as the Dreadnought. This victory alone rewarded him with 8,000 XP, 4000 survival points, and one D-rank reward.


    [You have 1x D rank reward and 2x E rank reward]


    Now, n''s attention shifted to the reward. He had anticipated receiving an [Epic box] for his contributions, but due to Arturous dealing most of the damage, he had received two [Rare boxes] instead. Curious about their contents, he eagerly opened them.


    [Strength Gauntlet]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Defense 8]


    [Effects: Strength +2, Melee attack increase 20% damage]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Gauntlet of the berserker]


    The Strength Gauntlet seemed to be a valuable item, offering increased strength and melee attack damage. However, the cruel irony was that the game continued to taunt him with his one-arm condition, preventing him from properly wearing the item


    The second item was:


    [Name: Overdrives]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: STR +4, PER +2, AGI +2, +2 END, Damage Resistance 50% for 300 seconds]


    [Effects: HP and STAMINA - halved for 30 minutes]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: A shot to enhance one''s body, beware of kickback]


    The Overdrive was a different story, it was a powerful booster, offering significant attribute bonuses and damage resistance for a limited time. This item had the potential to be a game-changer, particrly in life-or-death situations.


    n''s inventory had expanded with two more superior items from the battle:


    [Shield of White Knight - Superior]


    [King''s Sword - Superior]


    While the King''s Sword was a painful reminder of his failure to save Arturous, it was also a symbol of the Romanmander''s legacy. It came with a quest, and as n tightly gripped the sword, the quest information unfolded before him:


    [The Legendary Sword of Light]


    [Have you heard about the origin birthce of the Britannia sword of legend? It was said the sword came from a hidden people of the forest, the fey people]


    [Hidden quest activated]


    [Find the Fey vige and ask about the sword of light]


    The revtion of the hidden quest, linked to the legendary sword of light, filled n with a sense of excitement and anticipation. The story of Excalibur had always been treated as a mere rumor among yers, a topic for spection and legend after the game had ended in his previous life.


    n had shared this tale with Axel, as a lie hoping it would persuade him to keep Artorius alive. But now, with the activation of this quest, the possibility of Excalibur being real felt tangible.


    As his excitement about the quest grew, he was interrupted by a Roman soldier, bearing news of an impending meeting with the leaders of all four servers.


    n couldn''t help but wonder about what the French noble might have to say in this gathering of leaders. The game had taken an unexpected turn, and n knew that the decisions made in this meeting could shape the fate of the yers and their chance of surviving the round.

 Chapter 180 Meeting

    Chapter 180 Meeting


    The meeting unfolded in the grand garrison hall, its stone walls echoing with hushed conversations and the shuffling of feet as n made his way inside. The room was already bustling with activity, with approximately 50 individuals gathered within its spacious confines. These were not just any yers; theyprised the upper echelons of leadership, officers, and battle-hardened veterans from the four servers.


    As n took in the scene, he noticed that a formidable wooden table dominated the center of the hall. Its polished surface gleamed under the soft ambient light. However, despite its immense size, only eight wooden chairs had been strategically arranged around the table.


    This seating arrangement had been chosen with a purpose in mind ¨C to convey a clear message to everyone in the room. It was a visual representation of the hierarchy among the servers, highlighting the leader and their closest advisor to upy the chairs. The rest of the attendees stood in clusters, awaiting themencement of the crucial meeting.


    In the section designated for the Paris server, Axel, the French noble, upied one of the chairs, alongside Captain Thierry, the highest-ranking French military officer. Although the captain was a seasoned veteran yer, it didn''t take long for those present to realize that Axel was the one calling the shots, his noble background evidently affording him a significant influence over the server''s affairs.


    In contrast, on the Bangkok server''s side, General Danupol, a yer in histe forties, took a seat in one of the chairs. By his side was Chatri, a well-known activist and veteran yer with a reputation for being outspoken andmitted to various causes.


    Among the representatives of the Cairo server, there was Youssef, the son of a high-ranking minister, who had been paired with the impressive two-time veteran, Captain Amon. Captain Amon, having not only survived the game once but twice,manded immense respect in the room. In his forties, with distinctive tattoos beneath his eyes, he had been the one bravely holding the massive shield against the Abyss knight during the recent battle. His level stood at an impressive 65, a testament to his experience and skill.


    Upon his arrival, n noticed that out of the eight seats prepared for the meeting, one remained unupied¡ªa seat next to Captain Carter. To the surprise of everyone in the room, Captain Carter invited n to sit beside her.


    This unexpected gesture left all the yers taken aback, witnessing a seemingly ordinary man with only one arm being called to take a seat at the table. Captain Farrell, in particr, was left fuming silently, resenting n for what he perceived as him taking his ce.


    n, however, was well aware that Captain Carter needed a non-military representative at the table. Despite not seeking authority for himself, he recognized the importance of his role in making a real impact on the survival of their group in the game, and so he willingly took his seat.


    Shortly after taking his seat, Axel turned to n stating, "I didn''t realize you hold an important role in the New York server, for that I would like to offer my apology for my past actions."


    Axel''s cunning nature was evident, as he had no qualms about temporarily setting aside his ego to achieve his objectives. This diplomatic gesture effectively prevented n from openly confronting him during the meeting. In response, n replied diplomatically, saying, "I am sure you did it for a good reason."


    With all eight leaders now seated, Axel was ready tomence the meeting. However, before he could proceed, young Youseff interrupted, seeking rification aboutst night''s events "Can someone exin what happenedst night?¡­ it was such chaos!! why the hell did we lose so many yers?!"


    The sentiment of frustration was echoed by the Bangkok server yers, with a bespectacled individual named Chatri remarking, "Maybe if the Americans had arrived earlier, things wouldn''t be this bad."


    In response to thesements, Captain Carter maintained herposure and offered a calm but firm exnation. She rified that their group had arrived as promptly as they could upon receiving the message, and she directed her attention to Axel, urging him to reconsider the strategy that had led to such dire consequences.


    "Why are you so confident in killing the human NPC when we should have focused on survival?" Her pointed question resonated not only with the gathered leaders but also with all 50 yers in the room, addressing the pressing issue that demanded rification.


    Axel maintained hisposure as he began to exin his perspective. "Please listen... I sincerely believe we will never win this game by being on the defensive," he started. "Each of those NPCs alive means one NPC stealing our potential XP and points to bring into the next round. Killing them all now not only gains extra XP but also thins out potential hordes for the rest of the round"


    n observed heads nodding in agreement as Axelid out his reasoning.


    In truth, in his previous life, n knew that among the 100 servers, 23 had adopted a simr high-risk strategy of farming NPCs for points. These servers took the gamble of prioritizing offense over defense. In contrast, the majority of the 62 servers yed it safe with a full defensive strategy, where yers and NPCs defended together. There was also a minority of 15 servers that managed to cooperate effectively and engage in coordinated warfare.


    n understood the rationale behind Axel''s approach and could even agree with the high-risk n to some extent. However, based on his past experiences, he knew that of the 23 servers that had taken risks to farm NPCs, all of them had failed to defend their walls adequately, resulting in garrisons being overrun and suffering the most devastating casualties.


    n fixed Axel with a sharp gaze and questioned, "But can you be confident that the current number will be enough? What is your calction based on?"


    Axel, expecting this question, calmly retrieved an item from his possessions and ced it on the table¡ªan intricately detailed map of Britannia. He began positioning wooden figures on the map, each one representing troops and resources at their disposal. Axel was well aware of the 2000 legionaries and 500 cavalry units they had, as well as the strategic locations of the six Roman garrisons.


    As Axel ced the wooden figures on the map, he continued to borate on his strategy, providing details about their avable resources and the positioning of their forces across the Britannianndscape. His exnation was thorough, covering various aspects of their n.


    Axel also highlighted the importance of having control over the yer characters without Artorius as theirmander. This way, they could strategically position these yers wherever needed, without the risk of them being led by NPCs into the heart of the war. He emphasized that this was the primary reason for plotting the assassination of Artorius, a decision that had sparked controversy among the yers.


    He continued his strategic exnation by cing more figurines on the map. These figures represented the poption of Britannia. He highlighted the sheer number of civilians living within the northern region.


    He stated, "There are 10,000 scattered barbarians and 50,000 civilians living beyond the north wall." Axel paused for a moment, his tone confident, and added, "Consideringst night''s battle and the strength of the undead, I believe that even if all 60,000 of them were to be converted into the undead, we still have enough people to defend the walls effectively."


    Axel''s assessment was based on his careful calctions and understanding of the game''s mechanics. He was confident in their ability to withstand the undead hordes while pursuing a strategy that involved eliminating as many human NPCs as possible to maximize their gains.


    n recognized Axel''s brilliance in gathering information and formting a strategic argument on such short notice. His reasoning appeared solid, and he had presented apelling case. However, n couldn''t ignore the crucial piece of information he possessed¡ªthere were more undead armies than Axel had ounted for. Unfortunately, hecked concrete evidence to support his im.


    Captain Carter, noticing the dilemma, encouraged n to speak up. Without hesitation, he voiced his concerns.


    "From our analysis," n began, "with the current difficulty of the game, there will be more than 60,000 undead to face before the end of the round, I believe at least five times the number you''ve calcted."


    His statement elicited a range of reactions from the assembled yers, with disbelief being a prevalent sentiment. In response, Axel chuckled and remarked, "If it''s truly as many as you say, then there''s nothing that can save us."


    The room fell into a contemtive silence as the gravity of the situation sank in. The leaders and veterans of the four servers now faced a daunting challenge.


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 Chapter 181 Shared Objective

    Chapter 181 Shared Objective


    The meeting continued with Axel urging all yers to work together in the defense of the Roman wall and to share garrisons to hold out until the end of the round. This coborative approach was in line with his strategy to consolidate their forces and strengthen their defensive positions.


    In truth, it had always been n''s n to reinforce the Roman walls and garrisons as a means to survive the round. However, when he realized that they didn''t spawn inside Roman territory or were automatically part of the Roman faction, he quickly shifted to n B. n had rallied the Wolverines and directed them to an old, abandoned garrison located about 30 miles northwest of the wall. This location had been chosen as the safest ce to gather, and it had the approval of Captain Carter. Consequently, most New York server yers gathered there and proceeded with the prepared n.


    Now, with Axel''s takeover of the Roman troops and the support of the other two servers, the yers from the New York server were asked to vacate the garrison and join the coborative defense effort.


    "If you truly believe that the number of undead will be overwhelming, then we need the 3000 American yers more than ever." Axel used n''s argument to bolster his demand.


    n couldn''t help but feel a sense of unease as he observed Axel stepping into such a prominent leadership role. He harbored reservations about the decision to leave the old garrison, particrly in light of the significant project they had been undertaking there. However, n recognized that the final judgment rested with Captain Carter, and he had to trust her judgment in this crucial matter.


    Understanding therger context was paramount. This was a game where victory could not be achieved by a single server or nation acting alone. It demanded a global alliance of yers working in concert to ovee the challenges presented by the virtual world. Rejecting Axel''s offer of cooperation outright wasn''t a viable option for Captain Carter.


    To n''s surprise, Captain Carter replied, "We will, indeed, offer our support for the defense, but we cannot withdraw all of our yers."


    Axel seized the opportunity to inquire further, "How many yers are you willing tomit to this effort?"


    Captain Carter took a moment to weigh her response before stating, "I believe that sending 1000 yers would be a fair and substantial contribution."


    This number seemed to strike a bnce in her mind, a numberparable to the total number of other servers''s yers. It''s a substantial show of support without depleting their garrison entirely. However, not everyone in the room was pleased with this decision, and the murmurs of discontent were unmistakable.


    "Look at the Americans, acting so mighty, sending 1000 yers as if it''s nothing," remarked one leader, his toneced with mockery.


    Captain Thierry of the French military added his voice to the chorus of skepticism. "American, you are full of tricks. Why do you insist on staying in that old garrison?"


    The young Egyptian leader chimed in, specting, "A secret, perhaps? something that allows you to survive with such huge numbers?"


    Captain Carter maintained herposure in the face of thesements, aware that their decision was being met with skepticism.


    She addressed the suspicions by exining that there were no secrets and considering the way most games were publicly broadcasted, they had no intentions of withholding any advantages for themselves.


    With a nod of approval from Captain Carter, n seized the opportunity to provide a more detailed exnation. Using the map and figurines at his disposal, he constructed apelling case for the strategic importance of the old garrison in guarding the western nk. Using its natural defense structure it would help in decreasing a huge number of undead.


    Despite n''s persuasive argument, Axel remained unwavering in his stance. He countered with his perspective, emphasizing the need to reinforce teh full length of the Roman wall and its six garrisons. Axel outlined the distribution of responsibilities among the servers: the Bangkok and Cairo servers would take the eastern wall and they would be responsible for the two eastern garrisons, while the French, with the assistance of Roman soldiers, would oversee the central walls and its other two garrisons. Axel deemed it crucial that the American yers take charge of the remaining two garrisons to secure the western walls.


    "I need you to hold those western walls at all costs," Axel stated firmly. "Failure to do so would put all of us in jeopardy. Therefore, I expect a minimum of 2000 yers tomit to this defense effort."


    Axel''s insistence on needing that many yers frustrated n deeply. He couldn''t help but feel annoyed, knowing that if they hadn''t sacrificed Artorius and his soldiers, they wouldn''t be in this predicament. Now, the French noble was essentially forcing their hand, and they had to fill the gap.


    Despite his strong dislike for Axel and the situation, n realized that he couldn''t let the man lead the rest of the yers to their potential demise. n understood the importance of ensuring as many yers as possible survived for the next round. Therefore, he gave Captain Carter a nod of agreement, acknowledging the necessity of supporting the French server''s defense efforts.


    With the meeting''s main topics addressed, attention turned to the progress of the bonus quest, [finding the source of darkness]. Axel briefly mentioned that his veteran yer had obtained some potential clues while tracking a lone rider. However, he made it clear that the information wouldn''t be shared until its authenticity was confirmed.


    n couldn''t help but feel that Axel was keeping valuable information close to his chest, following a need-to-know basis strategy. It was evident that Axel was controlling the flow of information and had decided that the Americans weren''t among the privileged few who needed to know the details just yet.


    Fortunately, n had little concern for the bonus quest involving the lone rider. He had heard about the quest mission rted to finding the origin of the necromancer in his previous life, however, n had his hands full with the bonus quest he was pursuing. On the other hand, He knows that the necromancer would only appear on the final day, and the real question was whether they would have the power to defeat him when the time came.


    With the meeting''s discussions now behind them, Captain Carter issued a decisivemand, stating, "Alright then, it''s settled. Let''s focus on eliminating as many undead as possible." The time for action had arrived, and they were all determined to confront the challenges of the game head-on.


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    Within an hour, yers from all four servers prepared themselves to depart for their designated garrisons.Before leaving for their designated garrisons, n took the opportunity to seek out the surviving Arthurian champion knights. He intended to gather information about the hidden quest [The Legendary Sword of Light] and hope to learn more about the fey vige from them.


    Unfortunately, only two out of the twelve champion knights had survived the battle. One of them, named Dag, was not forting with any information and had a [Normal] NPC status rtion to n.


    However, the other surviving champion knight was Percival, who had fought alongside n during the battle. n approached the knight, expressing his relief that he was safe and offering condolences for the loss of hismander.


    Percival, with a [ted] rtion status, responded in a much friendlier manner. When n inquired about the sword, Percival''s expression changed, and he asked,


    "Do you hold our king''s sword with you?"


    n looked at the sword he had received, "You mean this sword?"


    He realized that the knights always considered Artorius as their King, and when he showed them the sword, both champion knights, Percival and Dag, gave him a proper knight salute with one knee on the floor. They addressed him with utmost respect, saying, "Lord, I know where the vige is. Please let me follow you on this quest."


    n certainly wasn''t a fool to decline such an offer from champion NPCs. After he epted, he noticed that the rtionship status between him and both knights suddenly changed, indicating a newfound camaraderie and loyalty.


    [Your rtionship status with Dag has increased from Friendly to Trusted]


    [Your rtionship status with Percival has increased from ted to Trusted]


    With the newfound loyalty of the champion NPCs, n now had two additional members in his group and the location of the elusive fey vige. Unfortunately, the vigey even further north, a daunting 60 miles deep into territory that had reportedly be an undead-infested wastnd.


    Before embarking on this quest to find the vige, n knew that proper preparation was essential. To gather more information and resources, he decided to join the troops in visiting the old garrison first.


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 Chapter 182 Old Garrison

    Chapter 182 Old Garrison


    Under the mounting pressure from the other three servers, Captain Carter swiftly made a decision. She ordered her units to head directly to the western wall, deploying them to guard the two western garrisons immediately. There was no time to waste; they needed to familiarize themselves with the terrain and make preparations for the uing night battle, which was less than 10 hours away.


    With this directive, Captain Carter granted n the task to continue defending the old garrison, She granted him full authority to handpick yers from the Wolverine unit who were deemed most suited for the task and to redirect the remaining yers to bolster the defenses of the western walls.


    n took charge, leading the Wolverines on a 30-mile journey thatsted for two hours toward the destination.


    Fort Sterling stood as an ancient relic, a testament to the tens of thousands of Roman and Britannian lives that had once intersected within its walls. Perched atop a hill, it featured doubleyered stone walls that reached a formidable height of 5 meters, and the presence of a rocky mountain as a natural backdrop further fortified its defenses. The citadel within the garrison added an extrayer of protection, making it a formidable fortress in its prime.


    Historically, the Romans had chosen to abandon this garrison when they decided to colonize the southern part of the ind and concentrate their efforts on cultivating thend. This shift in strategy led them to establish a new border with the construction of the wall, leaving Fort Sterling behind.


    In n''s previous life, he had ventured past this location during his reconnaissance missions into undead territory. At that time, the garrison had been in a state of disrepair, but he had learned from his experiences that several other servers had sessfully utilized the fort as a strategic base for defense.


    As Fort Sterling came into view, n was greeted by a lively scene. The garrison bustled with activity, with over a thousand yers stationed there, hard at work guarding and fortifying the premises.


    "The Wolverines are back!" someone shouted, setting off a wave of excitement among the gathered yers.


    "That''s n!" someone pointed out as they recognized him.


    Dozens of yers who had previously been upied with digging trenches outside the walls rushed over to wee him with keen interest.


    The massive, reinforced 8-meter tall wooden gate swung open with a creak, revealing a bustling scene within the garrison. n spotted familiar faces among the crowd, including Sergeant Dn, who had been one of his trusted officers. Dn''s boisterous voice carried over themotion.


    "n!! You crazy bastard! you still alive? What the heck happened to your arm?!"Sergeant Dn eximed his emotions a mix of excitement and concern. He was apanied by a group of squad leaders who shared the same mixture of emotions.


    "Where are the others? What happened?"


    "Don''t worry," n reassured them, "the battle was won!"


    They inquired about what happened, however with only 8 hours remaining before the next wave of undead hordes would arrive, n Briefly exined and acted quickly.


    His first order of business was to conduct a thorough inspection of the garrison''s defenses. He rode along the perimeter, closely examining the walls and trenches. It was evident that there was still much work to be done. Some sections of the walls were damaged from the previous night''s battle, and there were gaps in the fortifications that needed immediate attention.


    n gathered all the officers and militia leaders in the hall, calling for an urgent meeting. He needed to assess the garrison''s current status, discuss their ns for the impending battle, and coordinate their efforts to ensure the survival of everyone within Fort Sterling.


    As n addressed the gathered officers, he received an overview of their current yer count and the situation at hand. Out of the 2,800 New York yers still actively participating in the game, 800 were already stationed at the walls under Captain Carter''smand. The 1,800 yers currently assembled in the fort faced a critical decision, as an additional 200 yers were unounted for, likely engaged in their own quests and activities.


    n took the responsibility of sharing the directive they had received from Captain Carter, which required them to provide 2,000 yers to reinforce the western walls. This meant that out of the 1,800 present, 1,200 needed to depart immediately to fulfill this obligation.


    "Captain Carter has put me in charge of selecting the yers for this task," n exined, addressing the officers and leaders who had gathered.


    Among the officers, Lieutenant Sanderson of the Charlie Company shared his concerns about the formidable undead hordes that had besieged the fortress during the previous night. "There were more than 3,000 undead that attacked us all night," he reported. "We suffered a few casualties. I''m not convinced that 600 yers will be enough to defend this ce."


    Lieutenant Steel of the Alpha Company echoed Sanderson''s sentiments, emphasizing the importance of their defense.


    n nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging the valid concerns raised by his fellow officers. However, he maintained his belief in the need to guard the fort for as long as possible. After a moment of consideration, he made his decision.


    "That''s my decision," n dered. "Please follow the orders and depart right away."


    For the 200 yers he selected to remain within the fort, he chose the Charlie Company, consisting of experienced military members. These fighters were battle-tested and capable of defending the garrison effectively. As for the other 200, n opted for non-military personnel, including crafters, support units, and individuals with limited battle experience.


    With the decisions made, n''s orders were clear, and the selected yers began preparing for their departure to reinforce the western walls, while those remaining in the fort organized themselves for the impending battle.


    As the clock counted down with just six hours remaining before the next wave of undead hordes arrived, the fort was abuzz with activity as 1,200 yers prepared to depart for the western walls. With their departure, the previously bustling fort was now left empty, and a sense of coldness permeated the air.


    Facing the yers who remained behind, n rose to his feet and addressed them with determination. "We have 6 hours left. Let''s do our best!"


    All the fighters set aside their weapons momentarily, recing them with shovels as they began digging additional trenches to fortify their defenses. The urgency of the situation pushed them to work tirelessly.


    n had his own ns for the remaining hours. He intended to coborate with the crafting teams within the fort. Inside the citadel''s halls, a hundred yers were diligently engaged in the project assigned to them.


    During Bill''s return with n''s [spatial ring] the previous day, they had sessfully utilized the [Metal Furnace] they had created earlier. By collecting mon] weapons and armor dropped by the undead, they had managed to restart the manufacturing of weapons and armor, using the resources at hand.


    Shamus, Gus, and Marie were among those who had prepared dozens of sets of gear, awaiting n''s craftsmanship. With a focused effort, n began his work.


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Your (Science - Master) allows you to sessfully create an umon item]


    [Your Inventor Jobss allows you to sessfully create a higher quality item]


    [Name: Metal Sword]


    [Name: Metal Shield]


    [Name: Metal Armor]


    Despite the challenging task of working with just one arm, n persevered and managed toplete 200 sets of gear intended for the Charlie units. These sets would be crucial for the soldiers assigned to protect the fort.


    With only two hours remaining on the clock, n made his way to the special engineering team, a group of skilled engineers who were tasked with creating unique weapons and equipment.


    "How''s your work going here?" n inquired.


    Johnny, the engineer in charge of weapon creation, responded, "We''ve collected enough materials, but we still need more testing to ensure they don''t blow up prematurely."


    n nodded in understanding. "You have two hours to make several prototypes. Do your best."


    With the limited time he had left, n approached Neymar, the Indian-American engineer, with a pressing request. "I need a new arm, any solution?"


    Neymar chuckled in response, "In two hours? Are you serious?"


    n replied, "I don''t need anything fancy, any idea will do."


    As Neymar pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up with an unexpected idea. "Actually, the military has something in supply that''s not being used," he exined. "With this, we don''t have to makeplicated machinery; you can just pull and swing!"


    It was an unexpected item enough to amuse n "Alright, that will do. Make it for me!"


    Just as the item was finished, a notification appeared in the game link, delivering a message


    [The source of darkness has arrived in Britannia Land].


    #####


    Author Note


    The item created on his arm is the hint to the ssic movie that inspired this arc. Can you take a guess?

 Chapter 183 Fourth Night

    Chapter 183 Fourth Night


    The fourth night had finally descended upon them, and a total of over 4,000 yers representing the four servers had stationed themselves along the Roman walls. Their mission was to guard the six strategically positioned garrisons that spanned over a vast 10-mile-wide wall.


    As the yers gathered, a sense of anticipation filled the air.


    After the fierce battles they had endured in the preceding nights, many among them had dared to hope that tonight''s undead onught might be less severe. Unfortunately, their optimism was swiftly crushed.


    In the distance, a chilling cry went up:


    "They areing! They areing!"


    All eyes turned toward the horizon, and what they witnessed an unending wave of undead zombies poured across the ins, rushing tirelessly toward the walls. The sheer number of undead was staggering, exceeding their expectations. Panic and apprehension rippled through the ranks of the defenders.


    In the midst of this impending chaos, a notification popped up to the yers:


    [You Have Received an E-Level Quest: Guard the Gate]


    The game''s mechanics were at y once more, directing the undead hordes toward a specific target¡ªthe garrisons. This forced the yers to defend specific sections of the walls, leaving them vulnerable to relentless waves of undead.


    Yet, despite the dire circumstances, the defenders summoned their courage. A rallying cry echoed through the ranks: "Do not falter! Those mindless zombies won''t be able to climb these walls!"


    Indeed, defending the top of the 5-meter-high walls offered a considerable advantage when facing these types of undead. The zombies relied on the assistance of their fallenrades to create makeshiftdders and breach the walls. As long as the defenders held their ground, the walls provided a rtively secure vantage point.


    However, just as the yers began to growcent and adapt to the situation, a new and unsettling sight appeared on the horizon.


    [Skeleton]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank E+]


    ####


    [Skeleton Warrior]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank D-]


    These new undead were horrific sights to behold, with only remnants of flesh clinging to their bony frames. They appeared as warriors, d in tattered leather armor, and brandishing crude weapons and shields. Despite sharing the same high HP and defensive capabilities as the zombies, they were a rank higher, granting them enhanced agility.


    "Shoot them!!"


    The sound of firearms echoed across the battlefield as bullets rained down upon these skeletal adversaries. While the zombies served as grim meat shields, the skeletons maneuvered between them with surprising speed, deftly scaling the walls to engage the yers in closebat.


    "Don''t let them climb!"


    A frantic call to action rang out among the defenders as they struggled to repel the encroaching skeleton horde. With at least a few thousand undead converging on each garrison, the sheer numbers,bined with the appearance of these agile skeletons, raised concerns about the magnitude of the undead threat they would face during this round. The officers and leaders couldn''t help but swiftly disregard the number Axel''s estimate during the meeting.


    ####


    Simr situations unfolded on the northwestern front at Fort Sterling. Thousands of undead, including both zombies and agile skeletons, were relentlessly climbing the hill toward the old garrison walls.


    [You Received E Level Quest: Guard the Gate]


    This quest served as a bonus reward, motivating yers to concentrate their efforts on protecting the gate from the approaching undead horde.


    Lieutenant Marsh assumedmand of the left side of the walls, Lieutenant Sanderson of the Charliepany took charge of the right side, and Vicky was entrusted with the central defense, including the vital task of safeguarding the gate.


    As the grotesque creatures drew nearer, anxiety gripped Vicky, the brte girl who stood atop the central walls. Her voice trembled as she inquired, "Where is n?" She looked at the young man next to her and asked "Where''s your Mr. D?"


    Daniel, wielding axes in both hands, replied, "He hasn''te out of the workshop yet."


    With the gruesome creatures closing in, the beautiful brte couldn''t contain her concern. "Ugh! I hate these repulsive creatures! They''re disgusting!" Vicky eximed, her frustration evident. She then added, "They''re here! Get ready!"


    As per the n, when the undead horde approached within a hundred meters of the walls, a coordinated barrage of arrows and bullets rained down upon them. These shots sessfully took down dozens of undead before they could even reach the trenches located 20 meters away from the walls. The trenches began to fill with the writhing masses of undead, hindering the progress of those behind as they stumbled over the piles of their fallenrades.


    When the undead finally reached the walls, the support team was ready and waiting. Armed withrge rocks, they hurled them down upon the approaching horde, causing chaotic and bloody collisions among the zombies. Long pikes were wielded by the defenders, pushing the undead back down into the ground and impaling those unfortunate enough to get too close.


    As the defenders were preupied with the relentless assault of the zombies, the skeletons made their sinister appearance. Marching with an eerie and unnatural grace, they advanced across the macabre piles of zombie corpses, using them as a gruesome bridge to reach the walls. With agile dexterity, the skeletons began to climb the walls, their bony fingers finding purchase in the rough stones.


    The defenders'' initial confidence waned as they faced this new threat. The skeletons were faster, more agile, and posed a greater challenge than the lumbering zombies.


    "Fight!" Vicky''smanding shout echoed along the walls, rallying the defenders to take action against the relentless onught of climbing undead. With determination in her eyes, she cast [Minor Blessing] upon herself¡ªa spell she had learned at n''s rmendation. The blessing enveloped her in a radiant light, enhancing herbat abilities and turning her into a formidable fighter on the walls.


    Beside her, Daniel stood vignt, ready to defend her nk at a moment''s notice. To her left, Milo and his convict group fought with unwavering intensity, while on the other side, Merle and his redneck group battled fiercely to hold back the advancing undead.


    The defenders fought valiantly to halt the relentless assault, but then a new threat emerged. From the treeline atop their horses, a group of [Revenants] appeared. There were ten of them, charging toward the gate with a singr objective: to destroy it.


    Vicky shouted out a name and a hail of piercing bullets was unleashed from the figure with fiery red hair standing atop the citadel. The bullets found their marks, knocking down the revenants one by one as they closed in. When they reached closer, Merle joined the barrage, raining down bullets to support the defense.


    Despite their efforts, half of the revenants managed to reach the gate and began pounding on it with their superhuman strength. It was only a matter of minutes before the gate would give way to their relentless assault.


    Firearms alone wouldn''t be enough topletely halt their advance; yers needed to intervene directly, risking their lives to confront these formidable foes. In a moment of hesitation, Vicky struggled to make the difficult choice of selecting yers for this perilous task. However, her dilemma was short-lived as a familiar voice suddenly rang out.


    "Sorry, I''mte!"


    The figure that had just arrived at the wall wasted no time and immediately jumped down into the midst of the undead horde that had gathered before the gate. To the astonishment of everyone present, it was n, and his entrance brought an air of surprise and hope. What caught their attention the most was the new metallic arm attached to his body.


    At the end of his mechanical arm was a unique item¡ªa menacing mechanic chainsaw.


    [Chainsaw de]


    [Type: Sword Weapon]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: Damage 28 - 38 when activated (40 - 48)]


    [Effects: 30% Armor pration bonus]


    [Equipment Rating: 22]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Requires gasoline to activate]


    Though it might have seemed unconventional, the chainsaw was ssified as a sword weapon, which allowed n to maximize his mastery of it. With a swift pull of the lever, the motorized sound of the chainsaw roared to life, its des spinning rapidly.


    As the zombies and skeletons lunged at him, n moved with incredible speed and precision, wielding his chainsaw like a seasoned warrior. He unleashed his sword skill, [Swift de], swinging the roaring saw at their heads.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 126 Damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 122 Damage]


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 178 damage, Target dies¡­]


    The chainsaw proved to be a formidable weapon, dealing substantial damage, and should be particrly effective against the heavily armored revenants that had reached the gate.


    "Come here!!!"


    n roared, leaping fearlessly into the midst of the towering undead. With a flurry of strikes thatbined [de Frenzy] and [Power Strike], he dismembered the revenant''s head, dispatching it in a lethal blow.


    [You have killed the Revenant]


    [You have received 2000 XP and 1000 Survival points]


    n''s arrival breathed new life into the yers who had been defending the gate. His fearless actions inspired courage, prompting some to join him in, jumping down from the wall into the battle against the undead.

 Chapter 184 Defend the Gate

    Chapter 184 Defend the Gate


    As n fiercely swung his chainsaw de around, the grotesque scene before him unfolded in vivid detail. The putrid stench of rotting flesh filled the air as the mass of undead creatures closed in on the gate. The moonlight illuminated their decaying forms, casting eerie shadows on the battlefield.


    Among the advancing horde, the most ominous figures were the [Revenants - rank C]. These nightmarish entities possessed 1000 HP each, their ancient, rusted armor clinking ominously as they moved. Their ghastly, skeletal faces were hidden behind visored helmets, adding to the terror of their appearance. Their movements were deliberate and calcted, a stark contrast to the mindless frenzy of the zombies around them.


    The relentless barrage of firearms and arrows from the defenders dyed the Revenants'' advance, but it couldn''t halt their inexorable march entirely. They pressed on, undeterred by the chaos and death that surrounded them.


    Amid the chaos, Milo and his gang of convicts leaped down from the wall, drawing the attention of one of the Revenants. On the other side of the gate, the two champion NPCs, Percival and Dag, engaged another Revenant inbat. Their shining armor and skilled swordsmanship shed with the malevolent undead knight, creating a mesmerizing and deadly spectacle.


    This left only one Revenant to pass through and attack n, who stood ready with his roaring chainsaw de, determined to protect the gate and hisrades from the impending doom.


    n found himself in a challenging situation as his skills were on cooldown, leaving him with limited offensive options. He quickly switched to a more defensive stance, equipping his [Shield of White Knight] to block iing attacks while waiting for the right opportunity to strike.


    The Revenant, a formidable foe with 1000 HP and a high-defense armor, relentlessly pressed its attack. n skillfully parried the undead knight''s strikes with his shield, minimizing the damage he received. Each blow from the Revenant''s broadsword was met with a resounding ng as it struck the shield.


    [Stabbing: Block attack, Received 8 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 88 damage]


    [Stabbing: Block attack, Received 9 damage]


    n knew that the Revenant was a tough adversary and that ying it safe was the best course of action. He couldn''t afford to get overwhelmed by the Revenant''s powerful attacks, as the consequences could be fatal.


    [Stabbing: Block attack, Received 7 damage]


    [Stabbing: Received 42 damage]


    As n''s skill cooldowns gradually counted down, he remained focused and vignt, his eyes locked on the Revenant. He knew that timing would be crucial in this battle.


    Finally, as his skills became avable once more, n wasted no time. He activated his active skill, [Shadow Strike], a technique that allowed him to move with incredible speed and precision. In an instant, he positioned himself behind the Revenant, exploiting its momentary vulnerability.


    With the element of surprise on his side, nunched a critical attack from the sneak position. His de struck true, causing the Revenant to stagger under the unexpected assault. The Revenant''s armor offered little protection against the precision of n''s strike.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 96 damage]


    [Critical hit inflicted from sneak attack, 68 damage]


    Capitalizing on the moment, n followed up with a rapid flurry of strikes using [de Frenzy], a skill that allowed him to unleash a barrage of attacks in quick session. The burst of damage overwhelmed the Revenant, and it struggled to defend itself against the relentless assault.


    With a final, powerful strike, n vanquished the formidable foe. The Revenant''s HP plummeted, and it copsed to the ground, defeated.


    [You have killed the Revenant]


    [You have received 2000 XP and 1000 Survival points]


    [You received one rare chest]


    In the midst of the ongoing battle and with no time to celebrate their victory over the Revenant, n quickly signaled to Vicky. She understood hismand and nodded, giving the signal for the next phase of their defensive strategy.


    Swiftly, arrows were fired into the trenches below. The arrows were not ordinary; they were tipped with mmable substances. As they struck the ground, sparks ignited, and mes erupted, spreading rapidly along the 300-meter-long trenches.


    The night was suddenly illuminated by the fierce ze, casting an eerie and fiery glow over the battlefield. The wall of fire created by the burning trenches acted as a barrier, instantly incinerating dozens of undead that attempted to cross it. The intense heat and mes proved to be a formidable deterrent, effectively splitting the advancing horde in two.


    While fire alone couldn''t permanently stop the relentless undead, it bought the defending yers precious time. The burning trenches created a temporary obstacle, forcing the undead to navigate through the mes cautiously. This pause in the enemy''s advance allowed the yers to catch their breath, regain stamina, and tend to the wounded.


    The siege battle was a true test of endurance and resilience. It required the defenders to hold their ground in a long and grueling fight, making use of every advantage and tactic at their disposal to withstand the relentless onught of the undead.


    As the second wave of undead approached, n faced them head-on, making use of his dual weapons, the [King''s Sword] and his chainsaw de. However, wielding two weapons simultaneously came at a cost, as he incurred a penalty status.


    [Damage and uracy penalty 20%]


    This penalty could normally be mitigated by the [Dual wield] and [ambidextrous] skills, which allowed for more effective use of dual weapons. Unfortunately, ncked these skills. Nevertheless, the sheer number of undead in the vicinity made precision less critical, and the penalty to damage wasn''t a major concern. In fact, the advantage of wielding both weapons simultaneously allowed him to achieve a higher overall damage output.


    With a sword in one hand and the roaring chainsaw de in the other, n fought with fervor, cutting down undead foes left and right as they closed in on the gate. His dual-wielding style was unorthodox but highly effective in the chaotic melee of battle.


    n relied on his agility and maneuverability to weave through the sea of undead, striking as swiftly and frequently as possible. With the two champion knights serving as his protectors, he maximized his offensive capabilities, racking up kills while maintaining a solid defense. n''s primary responsibility was to ensure that both NPC knights remained in good condition, periodically healing them as needed.


    This strategic approach allowed n to neutralize the immediate threat posed by the Revenants and umte a significant amount of experience points (XP) in the process. Over the course of an hour, he continued his relentless assault, keeping the gate area secure.


    Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the chaos. It was Dn, apanied by his group of engineers.


    "n! They''re ready!"


    In response to Dn''s signal, n called out to all the yers outside the gate, instructing them to return. Vicky tossed him a rope, which he used to climb back over the gate. As he reached the other side, he saw it¡ªa palm-sized ball with a traditional fuse protruding from it.


    [Homemade Bomb]


    [Type: Explosive]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Firepower 80-160]


    [Effect: Area damage 10-30 (5 meters)]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Don''t make this without proper supervision]


    The [Homemade Bomb] was a product of the engineering team''s special project, a traditional explosive device crafted from materials scavenged in the area. As it was a prototype item that hadn''t been tested previously, n, with his high HP and defense, volunteered to handle it. With the fuse lit, he held the bomb cautiously before hurling it toward the amassed horde in front of the gate.


    There was a tense ten-second wait before the bomb finally detonated, producing a deafening boom and sending several undead flying in various directions.


    KABOOMMM!!


    [Impact: Lethal Explosion inflicted 210 damage]


    [Impact: Explosion inflicted 148 damage]


    [Impact: Explosion inflicted 78 damage]


    Thanks to n''s [Pyromaniac] Title, he dealt an extra 35% damage with the bomb. While it wasn''t powerful enough to instantly kill all the undead unless they had low health points, the sheer number of undead gathered together allowed n to inflict roughly 3,000 HP in total damage with a single bomb.


    Impressed by the effectiveness of the homemade bombs, n inquired, "Good! How many do you have?"


    Johnny, the leader of the project, presented a box filled with 20 of the bombs. n turned to Vicky with a smile andplimented her, saying, "You have done a great job on this gate, you may continue."


    Confused, Vicky asked, "n! What are you doing?"


    Seeing that the undead in front of him had dwindled, n decided to run along the walls and threw his new toy toward an area with the most concentrated undead.


    KABOOM! KABOOM!


    Multiple explosions urred, killing dozens of undead and wounding hundreds of them. Unfortunately, not all the bombs sessfully exploded. There was even one that exploded too soon, damaging a third of his HP. It appeared that the project needed more improvements.


    Nevertheless, the explosions once again provided a much-needed break for the yers to regain their stamina and heal their wounds. The hordes continued to assault for another hour until it gradually lightened, and there were barely any undead seen at dawn.


    [You have passed the fourth night]


    [3 more nights to survive]

 Chapter 185 Preparation

    Chapter 185 Preparation


    As the morning light arrived, shining through the walls, the yers cheered for surviving another night. The status updates for the servers showed the numbers of surviving yers:


    [New York Server: 2,858 (2,711)]


    [Paris Server: 1,118 (1,031)]


    [Cairo Server: 752 (724)]


    [Bangkok Server: 741 (689)]


    [You havepleted E-rank quest: Guard the Gate]


    [You have received 1000 XP and 1000 Survival points, 1x E-rank Reward]


    Despite the battle supposedly being rtively easy, the approximate number of undead they fought reached a total of 30,000, and they had lost over 300 yers that night. These results made n anxious, as he knew that each night would only get more difficult.


    n had managed to umte a whopping 28,000-plus XP from that night, killing more than 100 undead and a few revenants. This impressive feat had not only bolstered his survival points but had also raised his level by two.


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 34: 161,150/180,000]


    [HP: 340/340]


    [Survival Points: 28,180]


    [one attribute points to distribute]


    He also received one rare box that gave him another superior item.


    [Bone Axe]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Damage 42-56]


    [Effects: Speed increase by 20%, Stamina 20%]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Made by actual bone]


    Even though axes were not n''s preferred weapons, he recognized the value of the one he had acquired. It wasn''t for his use, but rather a valuable tool that would greatly benefit his student, Daniel. The hefty and formidable axe would find its true purpose in Daniel''s capable hands.


    During the brief respite in the morning, n quickly organized the yers into different tasks and shifts. The Wolverines were given a well-deserved rest, while Charlie''spany was tasked with cleaning up the aftermath of the battle.


    The battlefield was a mess, with scattered undead remains, damaged walls, and trenches in need of repair. While most of the undead corpses had been automatically removed from the game, there was still loot to collect, and the walls and trenches required immediate attention to ensure they were fortified for the next night''s attack.


    n then called upon the support team to resume their crafting and gathering duties. This group of 80 yers had specialized skills in woodworking, harvesting, and mining, making them essential for gathering the necessary materials.


    The woodworkers headed into the forest to collect wood, while the miners ventured up the nearby mountain to mine sulfur. The harvesters, on the other hand, entered a designated cave to collect bat excrement, a crucial ingredient for their ns.


    This fortress had been strategically chosen because it provided ess to the specific resources needed for their preparations.


    The engineering team utilized these materials to produce [ck powder], a criticalponent in the creation of their highly effective [homemade bombs], which had yed a significant role in the previous night''s battle. These explosives had proven their worth in dealing with hordes of undead.


    Meanwhile, the crafters were hard at work, diligently converting the loot collected from fallen enemies, into usable weapons, armor, and bandages. Their efforts were crucial in ensuring that the yers were well-equipped for the battles that awaited them.


    With everyone assigned their tasks, n finally allowed himself a brief four-hour rest. He needed to regain his full buff status and be prepared for the challenges thaty ahead as they faced another night of relentless undead attacks.


    As noon approached, the Wolverines awoke from their well-deserved rest, and everyone gathered for lunch, thanks to the efforts of Luis, the Mexican member of the group.


    "Today''s menu is boar meat!" Luis announced with enthusiasm, showing off the game they had caught earlier that morning. The boar had been expertly prepared and transformed into a delicious meal.


    [Pork Skewers]


    [Type: Foods]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Recover 10 HP and 20% Stamina regeneration within one hour]


    [Effects: Prevent hunger]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: Good for hard-working yers]


    The aroma of the food was enticing, and the yers eagerly dug in. The skewers not only provided a satisfying meal but also had beneficial attributes within the game.


    After lunch, Charlie''s team took their well-deserved rest, allowing the Wolverines to continue their work efficiently. When n finally woke from his rest, he found dozens of sets of weapons and armor ready to be crafted. However, he had something more important on his mind.


    n needed to focus on his bonus quest, [The Legendary Sword of Light], which involved finding the fey vige. To embark on this quest, he realized he needed to assemble a new team. Given the location of the fey vige, n understood that he might not return in time to participate in the fifth night''s battle against the undead hordes. He would likely be engaged in his battle elsewhere, and for that, he needed the right team by his side.


    "Let me join you n!" said Milo the boxer.


    He, with his convict team, eagerly volunteered to join n on his quest. Daniel and Rose quickly expressed their desire to join as well. Kenny and Izzie, also decided to participate,rgely enticed by the promise of a substantial XP bonus. With the addition of his two NPC champion knights, n felt that he had a suitable team assembled.


    However, Vicky expressed her disappointment that she wouldn''t be joining them. n exined that her leadership was crucial for guarding the gate. He also asked Merle to stay behind and help protect the fortress.


    Seeing Vicky''s annoyed expression, n remembered something that had nearly slipped his mind. In an attempt to cheer her up, he handed her the quest item [Knight Sword]. Though hesitant at first, Vicky epted the rusty sword, and as soon as she held it, she received a new quest.


    n handed Vicky the quest item [Knight Sword], and as she epted it, a new quest appeared for her:


    [Bonus Quest - Brittania Knight]


    [You have picked up the sword of a chivalrous knight, follow in his path, and prove yourself as a worthy Knight of the Round Table]


    [Kill: 100 undead]


    [Duration: 3 days]


    This quest was an upgrade for her job ss, something n had promised Vicky when she chose the knight as her job ss. It was an exciting quest, but the requirement to kill 100 undead in just 3 days meant that she couldn''t join n on his quest.


    "Be careful," she said, watching as n led a group of 30 yers on horseback out of the fort and toward the north to find the mysterious vige.


    x x x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 186 Quest

    Chapter 186 Quest


    n and his party of 30 yers embarked on their journey northward from Fort Sterling at noon, under the bright midday sun. It had been five days since the undead apocalypse had engulfed Britannia, and the viges they came across along the way were hauntingly deste. These settlements were now either abandoned or, more likely, had fallen victim to the relentless assaults of the Saxons or the undead hordes.


    One thing was certain: during the daylight hours, there were no undead roaming about. This made their 60-mile journey rtively straightforward, as they encountered no hostile creatures along the way. It was eerily quiet, with no signs of life left in this part of thend. If not for the quest markers still active on n''s map, he might have assumed that the fey vige they sought would meet the same tragic fate as the other settlements they had passed.


    After a two-hour ride, they finally arrived at the location indicated by the champion knight. Whaty before them was a vast forest that stretched as far as the eye could see. The dense tree line seemed to go on endlessly, and an ominous feeling emanated from within the forest.


    Even from their higher vantage point, n and his party couldn''t discern the end of the tree line, and the sight filled the men with unease.


    "Mr D, are you sure this is not the undead base?"


    Daniel attempted to make a joke, but there was littleughter in response. The possibility that this forest might be home to the undead was a grim thought that weighed on their minds.


    n had no time for jokes or hesitations. He was hoping toplete the quest and return to Fort Sterling before nightfall, for he knew that theing night would bring with it another relentless onught of undead.


    Before venturing into the forest, n sought information about the ce from Percival and Dagonat. Unfortunately, despite their high rtionship status, their response was nothing more than pre-written game lore, mentioning how the forest had been a mystery for centuries and was believed to provide guidance to the old kings and queens of Britannia in times of need.


    "Alright, let''s enter," n dered, and the group cautiously rode into the forest, following its winding path.


    As they entered, n couldn''t help but marvel at the towering trees. They seemed to stretch endlessly toward the sky, their branches reaching out as if trying to grasp the heavens themselves. The dense vegetation surrounded them on all sides, and subtle mists lingered among the trees. It felt as though they had entered the maw of some colossal beast, with even the sun''s rays struggling to prate the forest''s depths.


    n decided to tell some yers to light a torch and illuminate their path. It cast eerie human shadows that danced on the trees around them. Every rustling leaf, gust of wind, snapping branch, or hidden movement sent shivers down the spines of some in the group. The nervousness also had an effect on the horses, making them restive.


    n, however, remained vignt. In such an unsettling situation, he cast [Enhance Senses] and tactfully marked the trees along their route to ensure they would find their way back.


    After an hour of cautiously making their way through the dense forest, n''s enhanced senses picked up multiple figures lurking among the trees. He instructed the group to halt and called out loudly, "I am n, and wee in peace!"


    There was no immediate response, and the figures remained still. n hoped that mentioning the quest objective would elicit a reaction.


    "I am looking for the Fey people. We are here in the name of Artorius; let me speak with your leader."


    In response, the figures emitted shrill whistles and promptly scattered, disappearing into the depths of the forest.


    "Wait!! stop!!" No matter how much n shouted, his words fell on deaf ears as the figures retreated further away.


    "We should capture one of them!" shouted Pinball, one of the convicts with a distinctive mohawk hairstyle, as he impulsively moved to chase one of the elusive figures. n, however, quickly intervened, raising his voice with urgency: "Do not hurt them, do not get separated! Stay together!"


    n rode toward one of the mysterious figures, hoping to gain some insight ormunication. The figure proved to be remarkably agile, swiftly leaping into the dense treetops. Despite its elusiveness, the group managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of it. It appeared to be a strange humanoid with an unusual, beast-like head.


    "Stop! Do not chase after it!" n''s voice rang out, cutting through the tense atmosphere. The group members were as startled as he was, and their minds raced with questions. Were these mysterious beings friend or foe? n couldn''t afford to take any chances.


    With caution still their primary concern, n resumed leading the group further into the dark forest. However, their progress was far from smooth, and after another hour of navigating the dense woods, he made a startling discovery. His own markings on the trees confronted him, revealing that they had unwittingly return back to their starting point.


    "We are riding in a circle!" n eximed, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief.


    It was a perplexing situation. He had been leading the group in what appeared to be fairly straight lines for the past two hours. The only logical exnation was that the forest itself was imbued with some form of powerful magic, a treacherousbyrinth designed to deceive their senses and lead them astray.


    Knowing that night would soon descend upon them, n resorted to using his [levitate] spell to ascend into the treetops. Rose, equipped with her special boots, followed suit. From their elevated vantage point, they could see nothing but a dense expanse of towering trees in all directions.


    "Did you find anything?" n inquired, turning to Rose, known for her keen perception. Sheresponded with a slight shake of her head.


    Taking a moment to assess their dire situation, n made the difficult decision to leave the enigmatic forest behind. The uncertainties and dangers within were just too great to confront at this moment.


    He chose to rely on the position of the sun to chart a path back south. n returned to his group and cautiously led them out of the bewildering forest. However, their escape from the forest presented them with another daunting challenge.


    A foreboding message appeared before them: "


    [The source of darkness has arrived in Britannia Land]."


    The fifth night had begun, and they were now faced with the daunting task of surviving the night with such a small number.

 Chapter 187 Fifth Night

    Chapter 187 Fifth Night


    "Mr. D, where are we heading?"


    Instead of heading south back to Fort Sterling, n had chosen to lead the group of 30 riders northward. There were a dozen abandoned viges scattered between them and their base to teh south, each likely infested with tens of thousands of undead.


    While they had the advantage of riding on horses, n knew that marching through those hordes would result in too many casualties they couldn''t afford. Additionally, n was not prepared to abandon the quest they had undertaken.


    He followed the map he had acquired from the Britannia knight, a parchment with intricate markings that indicated the location of the fey vige. n believed that this quest held a key to unraveling the mysteries and finding a way tobat the undead menace more effectively. Thus, despite the dangers and uncertainty thaty ahead, n made a calcted decision to press on.


    "Undead ahead!!" shouted Rose, her keen eyesight allowing her to spot potential threats in the darkness much earlier than the others. n had wisely ced her at the front of the party to lead and avoid as many unnecessary battles with the undead as possible.


    The journey was fraught with challenges, and they were forced to engage in multiple skirmishes with small hordes of undead skeletons along the way. They fought to eliminate the immediate threats, gaining valuable experience and loot, before swiftly retreating from the area to avoid attracting more undead.


    Most of the yers in the group were not ustomed to fighting from horseback, and the battles were not as smooth as they could have been. This only reinforced n''s decision not to take unnecessary risks in their quest.


    After three hours they several of their horses and were forced to share a ride. Both the yers and their mounts were on the brink of exhaustion, and rest was urgently needed. Fortunately, they had finally reached a location where they could take respite from their arduous journey.


    It was an old watchtower standing atop a small hill not far from the edge of the ominous forest. while showing the scars of time with a broken door and weathered walls, it proved to be the ideal refuge for their small party. n led the way, guiding them with caution as they climbed the creaking and worn-out stairs to reach the top of the tower.


    As they gathered within the confines of the tower, a sense of weariness and relief washed over them.


    "We''re going to hide here," n dered, his gaze sweeping the surroundings one more time to ensure that none of the undead were following them.


    Poe, one of the convict leaders, voiced the concern that lingered in the minds of many. "I don''t think we can hide for too long; they''ll find us soon enough."


    n nodded in understanding, his expression reflecting the gravity of their situation.


    The group huddled in the dimly lit watchtower, their faces etched with concern and uncertainty.


    Milo, breaking the silence, addressed n with a question that weighed heavily on their minds.


    "What should we do, n?" he inquired, his eyes searching for guidance in their dire situation. Before n could formte a response, Kenny, disying a solid understanding of the game''s mechanics, guessed n''s n.


    "We are resting the horses and hold out until more undead march to the south. That way, our path back will be much safer," Kenny said, drawing a nod of approval from n. However, there was more to n''s n.


    "I n to give it another shot," n announced, referring to his intention to reenter the ominous forest that had confounded them earlier. His deration sparked mixed reactions within the group.


    "Now?, on this night? Are you sure, Mr. D?" came a voice of doubt from one of the group members. Some wore expressions of uncertainty, while others, like Milo and Rose, were ready to follow n into danger.


    n paused, taking a moment to address their concerns. "No, I am going alone," he stated firmly.


    The group''s reaction was swift and unanimous. "What!? By yourself?" they protested, rejecting n''s decision outright. Daniel determined to apany him, voiced his willingness. "Mr. D, let me follow you. I''m not afraid of death, and I have enough survival points to escape it."


    n shook his head, appreciating the offer but exining his reasoning. "It''s not that I don''t want to take you," he rified, "but there''s a reason I have to go alone." He proceeded to share the lore provided by the champion knights, emphasizing that the forest had been a mystical ce essible to the Kings and Queens of Britannia for centuries. Even though he was not a monarch, n believed that wielding the [King''s Sword] was the key to entering it. "Hence, I believe I need to try entering it alone," he concluded.


    n sought Kenny''s opinion, as he had a deeper understanding of the game''s mechanics. Kenny, after considering the situation, concurred with n''s assessment, believing that it was indeed the most promising course of action.


    His primary concerny with the safety of the group within the watchtower. He feared that it might not provide adequate protection, and he didn''t want to jeopardize their safety. n made it clear to the others that if danger were to approach, they should not wait for him. He even decided to leave behind the two champion knights, despite believing that they were the only ones capable of apanying him.


    Knowing her character, n locked eyes with Rose and spoke with stern determination. "I must go alone, or I will fail the quest."


    Without hesitation, n mounted one of the horses and ventured further into the forest. The dense foliage and eerie atmosphere of the woods surrounded him as he rode deeper into the unknown. Within just a few minutes, he began to sense the presence of figures nearby. To his astonishment, the figures were not living beings but rather undead creatures¡ªzombies and skeletons were scattered throughout the forest.


    As he delved deeper into the woods, the density of undead increased, and soon enough, he found himself surrounded by skeleton warriors. Their bony forms emerged from behind gnarled trees and tangled roots, brandishing rusted weapons and tattered armor. Fighting on horseback within the confines of the thick forest was proving to be extremely challenging. The close quarters, dense underbrush, and uneven terrain made it difficult for n to maneuver effectively.


    Realizing the limitations of this approach, n made the swift decision to dismount from the horse. He knew that he needed to fight on foot to navigate the treacherous terrain and engage the undead more effectively. With sword in hand, he braced himself for the impending battle.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 134 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 136 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 132 damage]


    [You received 200 Survival Points, 400 XP]


    The battle within the forest was intense and unrelenting. Each of the skeletal warriors required three or four strikes to be defeated. Combating multiple of them simultaneously was a daunting task, but on foot, n could maneuver more freely amidst the dense undergrowth. With determination and the application of all thebat skills at his disposal, he fought fiercely, striking down the undead foes while constantly moving through the forest.


    After pushing deeper into the woods for half an hour, killing more than three dozen undead in the process, n finally sensed the presence of multiple figures lurking in the shadows around him. Determined and emboldened, n raised his [King''s Sword] high into the air and boldly dered, "I am the King of Brittania! Grant me an audience with your chief!"


    At his promation, the multiple figures that had been hiding began to emerge, cautiously approaching him. n could feel the palpable tension in the air as he awaited their response, hoping that this encounter would provide the answers he sought on his quest.


    They were humans adorned with blue tattoos on their bodies and had animal heads, although, upon closer inspection, n realized that the beast heads were just borate masks or carcasses. One of them, a beautiful woman, approached him with a keen interest in the sword.


    The woman gazed at him curiously, and n soon received a notification:


    [Your rtionship status with NPC has increased from Neutral to Friendly]


    [Guinevere - Champion]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: C-]


    [Status: Friendly]


    Guinevere and the other figures guided him deeper into the forest, and n began to notice more pairs of eyes watching him from the shadows¡ªdozens of them.


    After a trek that seemed like a journey into a different world, they finally arrived at the concealed vige. n''s in-game interface promptly updated with a series of notifications:


    [Questpleted: You have found the hidden Fey vige]


    [You received E rank reward x1]


    [You received 1000 survival points, 1000 XP]


    The significance of his achievement filled n with a sense of aplishment. With half of the hidden questpleted, n shifted his focus to the main goal¡ªinquiring about the legendary Sword of Light


    x x x x

 Chapter 188 Fey Village

    Chapter 188 Fey Vige


    The name of Fey vige had been nothing more than a whisper among yers in n''s previous life, shrouded in mystery and surrounded by rumors. Clues and cryptic text from various NPCs had hinted at its existence, but concrete information had always been elusive. As a result, n found himself entering this enigmatic ce with no prior knowledge of what to expect.


    What he was certain of, however, was that a quest thatpelled a yer to venture into such perilous territory, deep within undead-infestednds, was no ordinary quest. It bore the hallmark of a special hidden quest, the kind that held the promise of extraordinary rewards. n couldn''t help but ponder whether this quest might ultimately lead him to the fabled legendary sword, Excalibur, a thought that ignited his imagination.


    The Fey vige itself was a quaint settlement, home to just a few hundred residents. As n''s presence drew curious gazes from the vigers, he couldn''t help but notice a mix of reactions among them. Some of the younger children appeared excited to see a neer, while the elderly vigers looked on with a touch of apprehension. It was a ce where wonder and wariness coexisted, and n couldn''t help but feel that he had stepped into a realm where ancient legends met the present reality.


    What captivated n the most about the Fey vige was the extraordinary flora that surrounded it. Countless roots, leaves, and mushrooms emitted wondrous bluish and green lights, casting a warm and enchanting ambiance over the entire ce. It was a sight that seemed straight out of a fairy tale, and it gave the vige an unmistakably magical atmosphere.


    As n continued to explore, Guinevere, the female NPC, guided him to an elderly figure who appeared to be of great significance.


    "Here is our chief," she introduced him.


    The vige''s leader was a man with a long gray beard that adorned his tattooed face. His countenance bore abination of wisdom and sorrow, which could be discerned by anyone who gazed upon him.


    Guinevere briefly exined their encounter to the old man. The chief approached n with a sense of reverence, extending his hand to receive the sword.


    "May I see the sword?" he requested. With the same reverence, the old man cradled the sword, as if he held the most precious object in the world. Then, lifting the sword high, he spoke in a voice filled with emotion, "The sword has returned."


    The chief dered, and in an instant, the entire vige knelt in profound respect. It became evident to n that the sword held immense significance for the Fey vigers. This realization filled him with a tinge of anxiety. He couldn''t help but wonder if they intended to take the sword from him.


    However, the old man reassured him, "Now that the sword is here, the vige is saved!" His excitement was contagious, and the other vigers echoed his jubtion.


    Despite the relief, n couldn''t shake off his unease. The old man went on to exin that the vige had been afflicted by evil spirits that cursed them, making it impossible for them to leave the forest. Now that he and the sword were present, the old man had a quest for him.


    "Please help us rid of this curse and y the evil spirits," the chief implored.


    n, with a raised eyebrow, listened to the mention of evil spirits, realizing that this was likely the beginning of a chain quest. His curiosity piqued, he turned his attention to the notification that appeared on his game interface, signaling the start of a new quest.


    The information in the game interface left him utterly astonished. The quests he had just received were of a substantial caliber:


    [Hidden Quest Activated]


    [Warning: The fey vigers need your help. Kill the evil spirits that upy their shrine and lift the curse.]


    [You received a B-level quest: Kill evil spirit]


    [You received a C-level quest: Lift the curse]


    n couldn''t help but be awed by the quests that had unfolded before him. A B-rank quest was a significant challenge and a considerable reward in this round. With his three years of experience ying the game, he fully grasped the weight of the tasks he was about to undertake. Dealing with evil spirits instead of the usual undead was a significant leap in difficulty, and it would undoubtedly prove to be a formidable and demanding quest. The gravity of the situation settled upon him as he contemted the trials thaty ahead.


    "There must be some trick with this," n muttered to himself, his mind racing with thoughts of the quests ahead.


    He quickly considered the other part of his quest that remained unfinished¡ªthe search for the Sword of Light. Hoping to gain more information, he turned to the old man and asked about the legendary sword.


    The old man smiled and began to chant some words. Suddenly, the sword in his hand transformed, shedding its rustic appearance. Before n''s eyes, the de turned bright and began to glow, revealing a shiny, silvery surface covered with intricate runes.


    "This is the Sword of Light," the old man said casually before handing the sword back to n. To his shock, as he epted the sword, he noticed that the status of the weapon had changed, and it seemed to be imbued with a new power.


    As n gazed upon the transformed sword in the old man''s hands, he couldn''t believe his eyes. The once humble King''s Sword had evolved into something truly extraordinary:


    [Excalibur]


    [Type: Sword Weapon]


    [Rarity: Legendary]


    [Attributes: Damage 140 - 168]


    [Effects: Magic resistance 30%, Defense Rating +50, Health regeneration 10% per minute] [Equipment Rating: 65]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: The legendary sword of Ancient Britannia]


    [Prerqusite: Master in Sword weapon, Spirit E]


    n''s jaw dropped as he took in the awe-inspiring attributes of Excalibur. It was a weapon of immense power, with damage stats that far surpassed his previous sword. The addition of magic resistance, increased defense, and health regeneration made it a formidable tool for any warrior.


    The realization hit him like a tidal wave. The legendary Excalibur sword had been in his possession all along, disguised as the King''s Sword. n couldn''t help but admire its beauty, especially its remarkable stats. In his three years of ying the game, only the lightsaber coulde close to matching the power and prestige of Excalibur.


    n''s tion was quickly tempered by a nagging suspicion. Obtaining a legendary item, especially one as powerful as Excalibur, was no easy feat in the game. Such items were rarely acquired even atte rounds of the Apocalypse Game. The fact that he had stumbled upon it rtively early in the round raised doubts in his mind.


    Determined to uncover the truth, he decided to question the old man further about the quest and its mechanics. As the details unfolded, n''s suspicions were confirmed. The quest involved bringing the sword to the cursed shrine and piercing the "sword of light" into the sword shrine.


    The pieces of the puzzle fell into ce. It was highly likely that the sword had been lent to him temporarily for this specific quest. Whether he seeded or failed, the sword would likely be reimed afterward. n couldn''t help but feel a sense of disappointment at the thought of losing such a magnificent weapon.


    As n considered various strategies to retain possession of Excalibur, he briefly entertained the idea of abandoning the quest and making a run for it with the legendary sword. However, before he could put this n into action, he realized that the old man and a contingent of vigers were prepared to apany him to the shrine, making escape impossible.


    Upon reaching the shrine''s location, n was met with a foreboding sight. The shrine was situated within a heavily guarded cave. The air grew damp and heavy as they descended further into the earth. Finally, as they emerged from the winding passageways, n found himself standing at the edge of an ominous undergroundke. Its dark waters seemed to absorb all light, casting an eerie glow over the surroundings.


    Before him stretched a narrow bridge, its structure resembling gnarled roots that stretched across the expanse of the undergroundke. It led to a small, isted ind at the center of the cavern, dominated by a colossal, gnarled white tree. The tree''s branches twisted and reached out like skeletal fingers, and its bark appeared to ripple with dark energy.


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 Chapter 189 Lift the Curse

    Chapter 189 Lift the Curse


    The task before n appeared deceptively simple on the surface: cross the narrow rootlike bridge and ce the legendary Excalibur upon the shrine that rested atop the isted ind.


    However, n''s instincts and years of experience cautioned him against underestimating the quest''s trueplexity. The cavern exuded a sinister aura that seemed to seep from the very walls, creating an unsettling atmosphere. The ancient tree on the small ind ahead, with its gnarled branches and ghostly appearance, cast ominous shadows that danced eerily in the dim light. The oppressive silence that engulfed the cavern only added to the sense of foreboding.


    Despite wielding the legendary Excalibur, had no intention of recklessly rushing into the quest. The task''s high rank and the eerie environment gave him pause.


    The quest objectives were clear: a B-rank challenge to [Kill the evil spirit] and a C-rank task to [Lift the curse].


    With a 90% confidence in his assessment, n reasoned that the killing of the evil spirit was likely an optional aspect of the quest. Fulfilling the primary objective¡ªlifting the curse¡ªshould theoretically resolve the issue andplete the quest, albeit with a lower-ranking reward C -rank. However, n was not one to pass up an opportunity without giving it a try. The allure of the B-rank reward was too tempting to ignore, even if it meant facing additional challenges and uncertainties.


    As n mentally prepared himself for the challenges thaty ahead, he couldn''t help but nce back at the group of Fey vigers who had apanied him. A sense of frustration welled up within him, and he voiced his concern,


    "Aren''t any of you going to help with this quest?"


    The old chief replied, "No, we cannot assist in this endeavor. The curse can only be cleansed by you, the bearer of the sword."


    n''s frustration grew as he absorbed this information. These Fey had been trapped for so long, and one would think they''d be eager to break the curse themselves rather than entrust it to a stranger like him. He cursed the Alien for creating such a forced and burdensome quest.


    In the end, he realized that he could only rely on himself in this situation. With a resigned expression, n turned his attention to the three-meter-wide and 100-meter-long root bridge that stretched before him. He took a deep breath, letting out a sigh, and muttered to himself,


    "Alright, let''s give it a try."


    n swiftly pulled the chainsaw lever, and as the machine roared to life, he tightly gripped Excalibur in his other hand. With determination, he advanced toward the root bridge. However, as soon as he set foot on the bridge, bubbles and mist erupted from the undergroundke, giving birth to a dozen skeleton warriors that emerged onto the bridge, effectively blocking his path.


    n wasted no time and muttered to himself, "Good, you shall help me test how strong this sword is." Without further hesitation, he lunged onto the bridge and began his fierce assault on the approaching skeleton warriors, the legendary Excalibur gleaming brilliantly as it cleaved through the undead foes. The sh of steel against bone echoed through the cavern, and n''s heart pounded with the thrill of battle.


    With his E+ strength, Excalibur granted n an average base damage of 178. His mastery of the sword added a 75% bonus, and the guidance of his sword instructor contributed another 10%. However, his dual-wielding penalty reduced the overall damage boost to 65%, resulting in a calcted damage output of about 293.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 275 damage]


    Against the skeleton warriors, this tranted to a base damage of 275 with his stabbing attack. However, the skeleton warriors had at least 400 HP, meaning that n needed tond two strikes to defeat them. Lethal attacks seemed to have no effect on the skeletons.


    Toplement his sword strikes, n made use of his chainsaw, which inflicted an additional 95 damage with each hit. Combining his sword strikes and chainsaw attacks, he strategically aimed to take down the skeleton warriors efficiently.


    Despite his best efforts, two strikes were still not enough to destroy the skeletons, prompting n to use his [minor blessing] to boost his damage and ensure they could be taken down with two strikes each. He continued stepping forward, facing more of these skeletal foes.


    [You have received 400 XP and 200 Survival points]


    With each sessful defeat, n received experience points and survival points, which motivated him to press on. However, as he moved closer to the ind at the center of the cavern, the number of skeletons he had to face increased significantly. Dozens of them charged at him from both the front and back, making the narrow bridge a challenging battleground.


    n''s enhanced agility helped him evade some attacks, but he still took damage from their strikes, which began to umte.


    [Stabbing: received 21 damage]


    [Stabbing: received 23 damage]


    [Stabbing: received 22 damage]


    n needed to find a way to ovee this overwhelming onught of skeletons and reach the ind toplete his quest.


    With his HP gradually dwindling due to the relentless attacks of the skeletons, n became acutely aware of the limitations of his health regeneration, which only provided 34 HP per minute. The Excalibur''s high defensive rating helped mitigate some of the damage, but it wasn''t sufficient to keep him unscathed.


    [HP: 242/340]


    Feeling the mounting pressure, n swiftly employed his [swift de] skill, allowing him to strike down an iing skeleton and move closer to the ind. He knew that he had to reach the ind toplete his quest.


    As he approached the final 10 meters of the root bridge, n spotted a group of skeletons that differed from the ones he had encountered earlier.


    [Skeleton Archer]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank D]


    n found himself facing a new threat in the form of Skeleton Archers. These inhuman adversaries unleashed a barrage of arrows at him, and despite his best efforts to parry them, a couple of arrows found their mark.


    [Piercing: received 22 damage]


    [Piercing: received 23 damage]


    His Health Points continued to dwindle, [HP: 162/340].


    Ten minutes into the grueling battle, n found himself in dire straits. His health points had been reduced by half, and the relentless onught of skeleton archers had made it difficult for him to maintain his position on the root bridge.


    With his health declining rapidly, n had toe up with a strategy to survive this perilous encounter.


    Thinking on his feet, he quickly chanted the incantation for the [Force] spell, which sent a shockwave through the area, tossing several skeletons aside and creating a brief respite. Seizing the opportunity, he invoked [Levitate] to lift himself above the bridge and out of the immediate line of fire.


    However, this change in altitude drew the attention of the archers, who continued to shoot arrows in his direction. n deftly maneuvered back toward the beginning of the bridge, using a nearby skeleton warrior as a shield to block iing projectiles.


    While the barrier at the entrance prevented him from leaving the area, n had anticipated this challenge. He had observed the patterns and behavior of his skeletal foes, and now he was ready to formte a new strategy.


    With determination in his eyes, n detached the chainsaw de from his steel arm and summoned the [Shield of White Knight], gripping it tightly on his steel arm.


    As the chainsaw no longer penalized his damage output and the shield offered superior defense, n decided to adopt a more deliberate approach to the battle. He was determined to make the most of the legendary sword Excalibur, while it was still a loan for this quest.


    With a precise n in mind, he allocated his precious attribute points to enhance his Strenght. The glowing feedback from the interface indicated the sessful upgrade:


    [Strenght: E+] +1 [E+ > D-]


    With a higher base damage, plus the[Minor Blessing], he struck down a skeleton warrior in a single blow.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 401 damage]


    [You have received 400 XP and 200 Survival points]


    The newfound efficiency of his attacks invigorated him, and he took a moment to reach into his bag and retrieve something an itemgiven to him by Luis before the round began.


    [Cheese Burger]


    [Type: Foods]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: 20% Stamina regeneration within two hours]


    The added stamina regeneration would be crucial in this battle, the energy boost it provided was exactly what he needed to continue the fight with renewed vigor.


    "Time for a second round!"

 Chapter 190 Calculations

    Chapter 190 Calctions


    As an inventor, Edison made 1,000 unsessful attempts at inventing the light bulb.


    When a reporter asked, "How did it feel to fail 1,000 times?"


    Edison replied, "I didn''t fail 1,000 times. The light bulb was an invention with 1,000 steps."


    n fully embraced the spirit of determination and innovation, much like a great scientist who learns from each experiment to refine their approach. He recognized that failure in his initial attempt was not a setback but a stepping stone toward sess.


    With newfound knowledge and a clear strategy in mind, n decided to optimize his offense and defense for the uing battle. He buffed the legendary Excalibur, making it capable of dispatching skeletons with a single strike. This not only increased his offensive efficiency but also conserved his stamina, a valuable resource in this challenging quest.


    For defense, n understood that evasion was not a viable option on the narrow bridge, and parrying with his weapon would only slow him down. Hence, he made a tactical decision to equip the [Shield of the White Knight]. This shield not only allowed him to block the attacks of the skeletons but also provided a significant boost to his defense with its 15 defense rating.


    Armed with a weapon capable of swift kills and a sturdy shield to withstand the onught of arrows and swords, n was ready to make his second attempt at crossing the rootlike bridge and confronting the evil spirits that awaited him on the ind.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 402 damage]


    [Stabbing: Block attack, Received 4 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 401 damage]


    [Stabbing: received 17 damage]


    [HP: 212/340].


    The cacophony of steel shing against bones reverberated through the cavern as n maintained a cautious stance, positioning himself defensively in a corner of the bridge. As the minutes ticked by, he efficiently disposed of a dozen skeletons with methodical precision, steadily thinning their ranks. Each strike and parry was executed with a calcted finesse, allowing him to maintain control of the battlefield.


    n''s preparedness extended beyond hisbat skills. He made good use of the [Medical Bandage], which steadily healed 60 of his HP per minute, while the Excalibur''s 10% regeneration provided an additional 34 HP. Thisbination allowed him to maintain a healthy HP pool throughout the battle.


    Despite the damage he sustained during the intense fight, n''s calcted strategy ensured that he maintained a significant surplus of health, allowing for a full recovery within just 5 minutes. His meticulous nning and adaptability were paying off, ensuring that he remained in peak condition during the challenging quest.


    In the midst of this relentless battle, n received a wee notification.


    [You have level up]


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 35: 180,250/200,000]


    [HP: 332/340]


    [Survival Points: 37,250]


    In a mere 10 minutes of relentlessbat within the quest, n had already vanquished over 40 skeletons, showcasing his determination andbat prowess. He had even contemted the possibility of staying indefinitely to farm even more of these undead adversaries. However, two pressing issues prevented him from doing so¡ªhis dwindling stamina and spirit points.


    n''s stamina had already dropped to 78%, and despite the benefits of his [Schr Spirit] and the stamina-boosting food buff, the continuous fighting couldn''t provide him with a surplus of this crucial resource. Additionally, the constant use of [Minor blessing] had drained his spirit points, requiring him to pause the spell for a minute every two minutes ofbat.


    These challenges underscored the need for strategic resource management as he continued to battle the relentless tide of skeletons on the precarious bridge.


    As n took a moment to rest in the safety of the bridge''s corner, he couldn''t ignore the fact that the number of skeletons spawning from the eerieke just kept increasing. The bridge was now teeming with hundreds of these relentless undead foes, and on the ind, there were still two dozen more awaiting him.


    The urgency of the situation became apparent. If he didn''t take action now, n might find himself overwhelmed, and the quest would remain iplete. With determination in his heart, he knew he had to step up his game and press forward. One step at a time, he cautiously advanced, skillfully parrying and striking down the skeletons that blocked his path.


    n understood that using active skills like [Swift de] and [Shadow Strike] was essential, but he had to be judicious in their use. Each activation drained his stamina, and he couldn''t afford to exhaust himself prematurely. Therefore, he reserved these powerful abilities for critical moments when he needed to thin the ranks of skeletons or reposition himself safely away from imminent danger. This cautious and calcted approach allowed him to make steady progress despite the overwhelming odds.


    [HP: 311/350]


    [Stamina: 49%]


    [Spirit points: 52/110]


    n encountered another issue as his stamina dropped below 50%¡ªhis base damage with his sword strikes decreased:


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 392 damage]


    Although the reduction was only a few points, it had a significant impact on the battle. n could no longer dispatch the skeleton warriors with a single strike, necessitating the use of skills like [Force] or [Levitate] to create breathing room and allow his stamina to recover. However, this came at the cost of his spirit points, prolonging the time required for them to regenerate and be avable for the crucial [Minor Blessing] skill.


    The battle became aplex intery of skills and calctions as n sought to find the right form to keep himself in the fight, just like Edison''s relentless pursuit of the perfect light bulb. Each decision he made was a strategic move to optimize his resources and ensure his survival in the face of overwhelming odds.


    As n reached the two-thirds mark of the bridge, he had sessfully dispatched another 50 skeletons, but their numbers seemed relentless as at least 40 more crawled onto the bridge to rece the fallen. However, a wee notification interrupted the relentlessbat:


    [You have level up]


    [Level 36: 20,050/220,000]


    [HP: 263/350]


    [Stamina: 42%]


    [Spirit points: 48/110]


    [Survival Points: 47,050]


    [You received one attribute point to distribute]


    With the newfound attribute point, n wasted no time and promptly allocated it to his strength:


    [Strength: D-] +1 [D- > D]


    This boost in strength afforded him additional damage, ensuring that he could still secure one-hit kills even when his stamina was running low.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 405 damage]


    [Stabbing: Block attack, Received 5 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 408 damage]


    [Stabbing: received 17 damage]


    Despite his efforts, n still struggled to maintain a surplus of stamina, and this was furtherpounded by the onught of skeleton archers who had started to fire at him, making his defense more challenging.


    [Piercing: Block attack, Received 6 damage]


    [Piercing: Received 18 damage]


    [HP: 231/350]


    [Stamina: 39%]


    [Spirit points: 43/110]


    Recognizing that he had some stamina left, n made a strategic decision. He charged onto the ind, determined to eliminate the annoying archers who were causing him trouble. He also braced himself for the next challenge he knew would arise.


    True to his expectations, the quest was updated as soon as he set foot on the ind:


    [Evil Spirit has detected your presence]


    The temperature dropped further as n''s breath turned into frosty clouds in the chilling air. From the dense gray trees on the ind, three ghastly undead knights materialized. Their spectral forms emitted an eerie, otherworldly green glow, which cast haunting shadows across their ghostly swords and ethereal armor.


    [Wraith]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank C]


    "Damn it, three of them!!" n muttered, his heart pounding as he assessed the situation. The evil spirits mentioned in the B rank quest appeared to be far more formidable than he had anticipated. Each of these C-rank creatures possessed the power of a Revenant, and on top of that, they had a unique ability that made them invulnerable to conventional physical attacks.


    As he watched the three wraiths draw closer and with dozens of skeleton warriors swarming from the root bridge, n couldn''t help but steal a nce toward the stone altar on the ind. A fleeting thought crossed his mind:


    Should he abandon the B-ranked quest and preserve himself by thrusting the legendary Excalibur into the stone altar, or would he continue to confront the looming threats and strive toplete the daunting task before him?


    x x x x x


    Author Note:


    I apologize for the error that has just been fixed.


    1. When n upgraded his Spirit three times in the spell shop, he gained 30 extra spirit points, giving him a total of 110 not 80.


    2. After reaching level 30, yers receive attributes every three levels. Hence, the change to upgrade Strength urred in the previous chapter, with another one happening in this chapter.


    My apologies for the inconvenience.

 Chapter 191 Final Strike

    Chapter 191 Final Strike


    "No!" n adamantly refused to give up on the B-rank quest. It presented too good of an opportunity to significantly boost his stats, and he wasn''t ready to abandon it just yet¡ªonly if he had no other choice.


    [HP: 211/350]


    [Stamina: 28%]


    [Spirit points: 30/110]


    He had faced Wraiths before and was familiar with their capabilities. Even before the ghastly creatures could strike him with their swords, they emitted a piercing shriek that could affect one''s mind and inflict magical damage.


    [Mental damage: 1 Health Point inflicted every second]


    The numbers provided some relief to n. He knew that these mental attacks normally inflicted 3 damage per second, totaling a massive 90 damage over three minutes. However, it seemed that his [Shield of the White Knight] and [Excalibur] were working wonders for him, providing a 60% magic resistance.


    n made a decisive move, charging towards one of the closest wraiths. He expertly blocked the dark sword attack from the wraith and countered with a powerful strike from the Legendary Sword.


    [Stabbing: Block attack, Received 4 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 142 damage]


    His strike was forceful enough to push the wraith back, but another wraith lunged at him from the side.


    SPLATTT!!


    [Stabbing: Received 21 damage]


    Quickly stepping away from the wraiths, n assessed the situation. He had the numbers he needed, and his brain raced to calcte his chances of victory.


    Chased by the relentless wraiths and undead, n continued to run around the ind, simultaneously dispatching the skeleton archers and searching for a potential solution.


    "It''s possible!" he thought, a glimmer of hope shining through the chaos.


    With the legendary sword in his hands, n saw a glimmer of hope toplete the quest. The sword''s high damage and defense gave him a fighting chance, but he needed to replenish his stamina and spirit points first.


    A new n began to form in his mind, one that would yield high rewards even if he failed to defeat the wraiths. Without wasting any more time, n retrieved a special item from his bag.


    [Name: Overdrives]


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: STR +4, PER +2, AGI +2, END +2 Damage Resistance 50% for 300 seconds] [Effects: HP and STAMINA - halved for 30 minutes]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    It was a rare medicine, but without hesitation, n injected it into his body.


    [Strength: D] +4 [D > B-]


    [Agility C+] +2 [C+ > B]


    [Perception: D] +2 [D > C-]


    [Endurance: D-] +2 [D- > D+]


    The effects of the medicine immediately boosted his attributes, significantly enhancing hisbat capabilities.


    With the extreme buff from the Overdrives medicine coursing through his veins, n''s entire being felt invigorated. His body responded with newfound strength and agility as he prepared for his daring assault on the wraiths.


    n seized the opportunity to execute [Shadow Strike] with remarkable finesse. He materialized behind the wounded wraith, Excalibur gleaming with a lethal intent. The de struck with precision, inflicting devastating damage.


    [Stabbing: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 184 damage]


    [Critical hit inflicted from sneak attack, 97 damage]


    The two remaining wraiths, undeterred by theirpanion''s demise, moved swiftly to counter n''s assault. With their ghastly swords raised, they shed at him from both sides. However, n''s Overdrives-enhanced defenses held firm, significantly reducing the iing damage.


    [Stabbing: received 11 damage]


    [Stabbing: received 12 damage]


    Undaunted, n initiated his most formidable skill, [de Frenzy]. With blinding speed, heunched a relentless barrage of strikes, his de dancing through the air. The wraiths found themselves under a relentless onught, unable to fend off the relentless assault.


    [You have killed the Wraith]


    [You have received 2000 XP and 1000 Survival points]


    n''s calcted gamble paid off as he triumphed over the wraiths. The thrill of victory surged through him, apanied by a substantial reward in the form of experience points and survival points.


    With the exhrating victory over the wraiths, n wasted no time in executing a tactical retreat. His notifications still fresh in his mind, he relied on the [Lunge Strike] skill to propel himself back toward the root bridge. His condition was dire, and he knew that staying any longer in his current state would lead to certain death.


    [HP: 99/350]


    [Stamina: 7%]


    [Spirit points: 15/110]


    n''s vital statistics were teetering on the brink, and a sense of urgency gripped him. Wisely, he decided to regroup, seeking refuge behind the horde of skeletons on the bridge.


    His newly acquired attributes yed a crucial role in his escape n. The boosted agility and perception gave him an edge in maneuvering through thebyrinth of skeletal foes without falling prey to their strikes. With his upgraded B- Strength, n could dispatch the skeletons with ease, eliminating the need to cast [Minor Blessing] to increase his damage output. Moreover, his enhanced endurance allowed his stamina to recover gradually, offering a glimmer of hope in his dire situation.


    With his life hanging in the bnce, n knew he had to pull out all the stops to improve his chances of survival. He quickly essed his skill list, focusing on upgrading his [First Aid] skill.With his newfound rank reward in hand, he was ready to make the upgrade.


    [Upgrade]


    [Choose a skill to upgrade]


    [First Aid (Expert)]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Better use of medicinal items]


    [Prerequisites: Agility D, Intelligence D]


    [Cost: 5500 survival points, 1 x Rank D Reward, 1x Rank E reward]


    [Proceed?]


    n didn''t hesitate for a moment. With the fate of his character at stake, he confirmed the upgrade without hesitation.


    "Yes!"


    It was a two-level upgrade, granting him ess to a new set of abilities that could prove invaluable in his current predicament.


    [Increase recovery by 30%, learned active skill]


    [Battle Heal]


    [Heal twice faster]


    [Cooldown: 5 minutes]


    While the active skill, [Battle Heal], was a wee addition, what n needed most at that moment was the 30% boost in healing. It significantly improved the efficiency of his [Medical Bandage], increasing its effectiveness from 90 HP in 1.5 minutes to 120 HP. It might not seem like a monumental difference, but every bit counted in a battle where survival was uncertain, and n was determined to exploit every advantage he could find.


    With his enhanced setup, n continued to fight with determination for three more minutes, tirelessly dispatching dozens of skeletons that stood in his path. The efficiency of his healing and the boost in his stats kept him going strong.


    [HP: 282/350]


    [Stamina: 58%]


    [Spirit points: 105/110]


    As the five-minute effect of the [Overdrives] injection neared its end, n seized the opportunity. He activated his [Minor Blessing] and executed a swift [Lunge Strike] toward the second Wraith.


    "Go! Back to Hell!"


    n unleashed a devastatingbo, dealing massive damage to the wraith. It was a desperate attempt, with attacksing from all sides and pain coursing through his body. But n pressed on, summoning the power of [Power Strike], and with a mighty blow, he vanquished the second wraith.


    [You have killed the Wraith]


    [You have received 2000 XP and 1000 Survival points]


    In the midst of his triumph, disaster struck from both sides. The relentless assault from the left and right demolished his steel arm, forcing him to drop his shield. Simultaneously, a warning shed in his mind:


    [You are disoriented]


    n''s vision blurred momentarily due to the adverse effects of the injection, and his stats were severely reduced:


    [HP: 142/175]


    [Stamina: 28%]


    [Spirit points: 88/110]


    The loss of his steel arm and shield, along with the disappearance of the 50% damage resistance buff, left him in a vulnerable and precarious state.


    "ARGGH!!! Not Yet!"


    With sheer determination and a cry of defiance, n refused to give in to defeat. He plunged the legendary sword into the ground and summoned his remaining strength to cast the most powerful [Force] spell, sending all the surrounding skeletons flying. He then hurled multiple [Magic missiles] at thest wraith:


    [Magic: inflicted 45 damage]


    [Magic: inflicted 44 damage]


    [Magic: inflicted 46 damage]


    His health points dropped below 100, his spirit points dwindled to a mere 18, n was running on fumes.


    Fueled by sheer determination and thest vestiges of his stamina, charged headlong at thest wraith. He unleashed a [Shadow Strike], followed by a relentless onught with [Swift de], dancing on the sword''s edge between his dwindling HP and the looming wraith. The wraith''s unearthly, blood-curdling shrieks echoed through the cavern as its ghostly form shed against the brilliant steel of Excalibur.


    [You have killed the Wraith]


    [You have received 2000 XP and 1000 Survival points]


    With the wraith defeated, n had not only survived but alsopleted the B-rank quest, earning him a well-deserved reward:


    [Questpleted: Kill Evil Spirit]


    [You received B-rank reward x1]


    [You received 20,000 XP and 10,000 survival points]


    Despite his exhaustion and battered state, n summoned thest of his strength to sprint toward the altar and ce the legendary sword.


    [Questpleted: Lift the curse]


    [You received C rank reward x1]


    [You received 10,000 XP and 5,000 survival points]


    [Level Up]

 Chapter 192 Hold the Line

    Chapter 192 Hold the Line


    As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows over the battlefield, the Roman walls stood as ast line of defense against the relentless tide of the undead. For hours now, tens of thousands of undead had continuously marched toward the walls, an unending wave of death and decay.


    yers from different server regions¡ªParis, Bangkok, Cairo, and New York¡ªall worked together on their respective sections of the massive Roman walls. They fought with valor and determination, but the sheer number of undead seemed insurmountable. As the minutes turned to hours and the yers'' stamina drained, their defenses weakened, and casualties began to mount.


    Desperation and frustration filled the air as cries of agony echoed through the night. It was only the fifth night of this relentless siege, and the yers were already feeling the strain.


    "Dammit! Why are there so many of them?!" a yer shouted in frustration, their voiceden with exhaustion.


    Captain Thiery of the French military, recognizing the dire situation, made a crucial decision.


    "Send the Roman soldiers to the front!" he ordered, his voice cutting through the chaos of battle. The act of deploying the Roman soldiers provided a much-needed respite for the French yers, allowing them to recover their stamina and regroup.


    ####


    On the left-eastern walls, a situation just as dire unfolded. Multiple Revenants, powerful undead creatures, rushed toward the garrison gate, their malevolent presence striking fear into the defenders.


    "Send more yers to the gate! They''re going to break through!" shouted Youssef the Egypt minister''s son urgently.


    "It can''t hold! The gate''s going to break!" cried another, panic creeping into their voice.


    A thunderous boom echoed through the night as the massive gate began to splinter and crack, sending shockwaves of fear through the yers defending it. But in the midst of the chaos, one man rose to the asion. He wielded a huge shield and stood tall, calling out for the Cairo yers to rally to his side, and they did so without hesitation.


    "Hold the line!"


    Captain Amon''s voice rang out with unwavering determination. He was a two-time veteran of these nightmarish battles, and his leadership quickly boosted the morale of the Cairo yers. Together, they formed a stalwart defense, pushing the relentless undead back out of the gate and preventing a catastrophic breach of their defenses.


    #####


    Another garrison located 500 meters away from them was not as fortunate. Theycked a yer as strong and brave as Amon.


    General Danupol of the Thai army had been doing his best to lead their firearms units, but unfortunately, after three hours of continuous battle, they were running dangerously low on ammunition. The general was on the verge of ordering a retreat when Chatri, a young veteran and well-known Thand activist, took charge. He rallied a small cavalry unit and led them out from the gate to engage the undead horde, aiming to thin their ranks and buy more time for the garrison.


    "Have no fear! Hold the line!" Chatri''s fearless leadership and rallying cry inspired the soldiers to stand their ground and fight on.


    His valiant action drew cheers and admiration from the yers defending the Bangkok server. He quickly became a beloved hero, earning the respect and gratitude of his fellow yers for his selfless and fearless efforts on the battlefield.


    #####


    In the western garrison, Captain Carter was a formidable leader who brandished the unique item known as the Guardian g.


    She stood tall raising the g bravely at the top of the garrison.


    [Effects: All yers within a 300-meter radius of the item receive a 30% increase in defense rating]


    This boost in defensive capabilities proved to be a game-changer for the hundreds of New York yers stationed at the garrison. With renewed vigor and enhanced protection, they stood their ground against the relentless onught of undead.


    However, the situation was quite different in the adjacent garrison, where Captain Farrell was grappling with a dire predicament. As the walls of his garrison were gradually being overrun by swarming skeletons, panic had begun to set in among his ranks. The imminent copse of the gate seemed inevitable, and Captain Farrell was on the verge of ordering a retreat.


    But just when all hope seemed lost, a ray of salvation appeared in the form of Marcus and his loyal Blood Patriots. Led by the two fierce werewolf soldiers, their swift and resolute action halted the advance of the undead and prevented the gate from sumbing to the enemy''s relentless assault. The garrison''s defenders found renewed courage, inspired by the valiant stand of Marcus and his Blood Patriots, and were determined to fight on.


    ####


    Further northwest, at Fort Stirling, a valiant female knight stood guard at another gate, her determination unwavering as she faced the relentless onught of the undead. With her brte hair flowing and her de in hand, she defended the gate with unyielding resolve.


    "42! 43! Who''s next? Come here!" she shouted, challenging the horde of undead as they approached.


    From a vantage point above the gate, Merle, the crimson gunner, shouted in panic, "Get back up, you crazy woman!"


    As the situation grew increasingly perilous, the support unit sprang into action. Sergeant Dn and the others swiftly deployed their newly developed explosive devices.


    KABOOM! KABOOM!


    The explosions ripped through the ranks of the undead, resulting in the demise of dozens of foes. However, the powerful sts also took their toll on the old walls of the garrison, weakening the structural integrity of the fortification. The defenders faced a precarious situation as they grappled with the consequences of their desperate measures to repel the undead assault.


    Despite the valiant efforts of over 5000 yers defending the gates of the southern regions, the relentless undead horde continued to surge forward. The once-sturdy defenses were tested to their limits, and casualties among the yers began to mount.


    x x x x x x x x x x x x


    x x x x x x x x x x x x

 Chapter 193 Watchtower

    Chapter 193 Watchtower


    In a remote outpost situated 80 miles to the north of the besieged area, a small group of yers found themselves facing a grim and precarious situation. Fear and uncertainty hung heavily in the air as the ominous sounds of the approaching undead horde grew louder, echoing through the destendscape.


    The group grapples with their sense of dread and urgency. Among them was Pinball, known for his distinctive mohawk hairstyle, who voiced his concerns with a sense of urgency.


    "They''ve found us! We should run while we can!" His eyes darted around the room, searching for signs of agreement.


    Daniel took a different stance. His voice carried a note of determination as he countered, "No, we''ll wait for Mr. D." There was a resolve in his eyes that suggested he believed in their chances of survival against the encroaching threat.


    Meanwhile, Smiley, his terror palpable, listened to the menacing cadence of the undead''s advance. Fearful for their lives, he made a desperate plea. "We... we should leave with the horses, outrun them, ande backter for Mister n!" His voice wavered as he tried to convince the others of what he believed to be their best chance at survival.


    As the tension in the outpost mounted, the small group of survivors found themselves at a crossroads, faced with a critical decision that would ultimately determine their fate in the face of this dire and relentless onught.


    Amidst the heated arguments, it was young Kenny who stepped forward with a suggestion that caught everyone''s attention.


    "Let him take the horses," Kenny said firmly, his voice carrying a hint of resolve that stood in contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.


    Before anyone else could interject or offer alternative solutions, Kenny began to exin his n. He proposed that Smiley should take all the twenty horses and ride away from the watchtower. The hope was that the sight of twenty riders would distract the pursuing undead, leading them away from the group. If the n seeded, it would buy them some time and perhaps even spare them from the impending danger.


    Kenny''s reasoning resonated with many in the group. They understood the importance of preserving their means of transport. After all, even if they managed to repel the undead, they would need the horses to return to the besieged southern regions.


    The consensus within the group quickly shifted in favor of Kenny''s n. However, Smiley, who had initially advocated for escaping with the horses, suddenly found himself gripped by fear at the prospect of leaving the safety of the watchtower alone.


    Milo''s handnded reassuringly on Smiley''s shoulder, offering a silent show of support. "We''re putting our hope in you," he said, his voice carrying a mix of encouragement and trust.


    Overwhelmed by the weight of their expectations, Smiley couldn''t hold back his tears. With a deep breath and a trembling resolve, he swiftly mounted one of the horses and kicked its sides into a gallop. The remaining horses were roped together to follow closely behind as Smiley rode away from the outpost.


    All eyes in the outpost were fixed on Smiley''s dwindling figure as he approached the approaching undead horde.To their relief, they witnessed a portion of the undead divert from their path, drawn by the lone rider on horseback. Cheers erupted from the group as it became evident that Smiley''s daring gambit was working, albeit partially.


    However, the majority of the undead continued their relentless march towards the outpost. Despite the momentary respite, the survivors knew that their battle was far from over.


    Looking at Smiley''s figure as he rode away from the outpost, disappearing into the shroud of the night, Pinball said, "I don''t think he''ll be back."


    Milo chose to ignore the remark and refocused their collective resolve. "Let''s get ready."


    The Italian boxer sprang into action. He bounded up to the first floor of the watchtower, surveying the area and swiftly rearranging the broken furniture and avable materials to create makeshift barriers and obstacles. Others soon joined him in this desperate effort, working together to set up defenses to dy the approaching undead.


    Minutes after the battle at the outpostmenced, the scene quickly transformed into one of controlled chaos. At the entrance of the outpost, Milo, Percival, and Dag stood as a formidable frontline, utilizing their impressive strength to prevent the relentless tide of zombies and skeletons from breaching the outpost''s defenses. Theirbined efforts formed a sturdy wall of defense, holding back the undead horde.


    Meanwhile, other yers stationed themselves on the second floor, making effective use of firearms, bows even rocks to provide covering fire. Rose, their sharpshooter, took careful aim and fired her shots with precision, always targeting the most critical threats among the approaching undead.


    Despite the dire circumstances, the survivors disyed remarkable coordination and resilience as they fought to protect their outpost and, ultimately, their lives.


    With just eighteen survivors, they exhibited astonishing resilience, managing to hold their ground for a full hour before the dreaded Revenants began to appear. This monstrous creature proved to be a formidable adversary, easily tossing the NPC champions aside when they managed to breach the outpost''s defenses.


    Amidst the chaos, desperate calls to "Hold the line!" rang out among the yers. None dared to engage the Revenants head-on, fearing their overwhelming power. However, a glimmer of hope arrived in the form of an unexpected savior¡ªa young girl, Izzie with special power. Her shadow guardian form, though diminutive, was no less mighty than the Revenant itself. It was able to grapple with the C-rank monstrosity, giving the yers a precious opportunity to strike it down.


    For another grueling hour, they battled tirelessly, destroying hundreds of undead foes. But their stamina dwindled, and injuries began to take their toll. The defensive line they had so valiantly held finally crumbled.


    As despair threatened to consume them, they found themselves pushed to the top of the outpost''s watchtower, their escape routes blocked. It was at this critical moment that a ray of hope pierced the darkness.


    Dozens of torches emerged from the surrounding forest, and a group of warriors charged toward the watchtower. At their helm stood a familiar figure¡ªn, leading this daring rescue mission.

 Chapter 194 Rescue

    Chapter 194 Rescue


    Through the chaos and overwhelming darkness of the night, Rose carefully peered through the scope of her sniper rifle, her keen perception allowing her to discern familiar details in the distant darkness. Her heart raced as she confirmed the identity of the figure below.


    "That''s n! He''s here!" Rose eximed, her voice a mixture of relief and excitement.


    Surrounded by the relentless tide of thousands of undead that had almost overrun the watchtower, Rose''s smile radiated hope and determination. n had not only arrived unscathed but also wielding a sword in one hand and a shotgun in the other. His lost limb had miraculously recovered, and he had brought with him a formidable group of warriors, each adorned with distinctive blue tattoos.


    n''s authoritativemand pierced the night air. "Attack!" he shouted, and without hesitation, the warriors under his leadership leaped into the midst of the oing horde, their weapons shing and firing with deadly precision, cutting down the undead left and right.


    ####


    A mere two hours prior, n had sessfullypleted his hidden quest with utmost precision, achieving a remarkable four-level gain in the process. His triumph came with the invaluable rewards of both a B-rank and C-rank rewards.


    However, the tion was short-lived as he realized the price he had paid for his victory. The legendary sword, was now firmly embedded in the stone altar. n''s desperate attempts to free the sword were met with futility, and the once-majestic de had lost its luster, turning into lifeless stone.


    n''s frustration and disappointment welled up, and he was tempted to cry out in anguish. Yet, he knew he had to move on. Taking a deep breath, he tried to lift his spirits by examining the item drops he had collected from the corpses of over 200 D-rank skeletons. Among the loot, he discovered a plethora of 40 differentmon items and a dozen umon ones. Some of the umon items, much to n''s relief, were items he could put to use.


    [Spirit potion] x2


    [Type: Medicine]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Attributes: 2x Spirit points regeneration speed for 90 seconds]


    [Effect: - 2 Perceptions for 10 minutes]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: Gives a strange feeling, akin to flying]


    ####


    [A Quiver of Cursed Arrow]


    [Type: Ammunition]


    [Rarity: Umon]


    [Effect: 10 damage, Fear effect]


    [Able To Bring Outside The Game: No]


    [Remarks: Could be used personally for those who find enjoyment in horror]


    However, there was a particr discovery that nearly brought tears to n''s eyes amidst the chaos. Unbeknownst to him earlier, one of the Wraiths had dropped its sword:


    [RingWraith Sword]


    [Type: Sword Weapon]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Damage 46 - 64]


    [Effects: Speed increase 20%]


    [Cursed mark: Each strike weakens the target''s defense by 1%, up to 15%, effectsts for 5 minutes]


    [Equipment Rating: 33]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Not advisable for the weak-hearted; the sword can emit a chilling, shrieking sound when used]


    The sword was sleek and dark, with a sinister aura that seems to absorb light. Etched upon it are cryptic, eldritch symbols that give an impression of ancient and dark magic. The hilt was ornate, adorned with twisted, gnarled designs reminiscent of decay and corruption. When wielded, the sword emits an unsettling, ghostly glow.


    n examined the Ringwraith Sword with a sense of awe and appreciation. While it might not rival the legendary Excalibur sword he had previously wielded, it was undoubtedly one of the best superior swords he had evere across. The cursed effect it carried could prove invaluable in battles against opponents with high defense or substantial health pools, making it a formidable weapon choice, especially for boss fights.


    As n returned to the vige, he was weed as a hero by the Fey vigers. Their cheers and expressions of gratitude filled the air, and it was a heartwarming sight for the weary warrior. Amidst the celebrations, n''s missing limbs did not go unnoticed. To his astonishment, the old chief of the Fey, a venerable figure, produced a wooden staff and began chanting an enchanting spell. Before n''s eyes, his missing arm started to regenerate.


    "What the hell... you really should''ve done this before the fight," n couldn''t help but jest, a mixture of amazement and humor in his voice. However, the surprises weren''t over yet. n received a notification indicating a significant boost in his rtionship with the Fey vigers


    [Your rtionship status with NPCs has increased from Neutral to ted]


    [Merlin - Legendary]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: C+]


    [Status: ted]


    The encounter with the legendary NPC left n with mixed emotions. While he was grateful for the help he had received, he couldn''t help but wonder why this prominent figure hadn''t assisted in defeating the undead menace earlier. The feeling of being manipted gnawed at him, but he knew that dwelling on it wouldn''t change the present situation.


    n decided to make the most of this opportunity. He engaged the old wizard in conversation, hoping to glean more information about the undead gue that had gued Britannia Ind. As he probed deeper, he uncovered the intricate backstory behind their predicament.


    It was revealed that the curse upon their shrine had been wrought by none other than their own priestess. She hade into possession of a dark and forbidden artifact known as [The Book of the Dead] With its malevolent power, she had conjured forth the dreaded [Lich King], a necromancer of immense power responsible for the unholy resurrection of the dead.


    The old wizard''s voice trembled as he implored n to take on the monumental task of stopping the priestess and preventing the impending apocalypse. n could sense that a hidden quest was on the horizon, so he yed his role convincingly and pledged to confront the priestess and face the dark forces threatening Britannia Ind head-on. In response to hismitment, a notification appeared on his game link, signaling the beginning of a new adventure.


    [Hidden quest activated]


    [You received a B-level quest: Stop Morgana the Fey Witch]


    The prospect of delving deeper into this new chain quest, one he had never heard of in his previous life, was both exciting and daunting. If he seeded in defeating Morgana and destroying the ursed book, it could mean a respite from the relentless undead onught and the salvation of countless yers.


    Upon epting the quest, n was surprised to find that his rtionship with the Fey chief had deepened even further, nowbeled as [Trusted]. The Fey chief wasted no time rallying his best warriors, ready to stand beside n in the quest ahead. Champion NPC Guninevere was also eager to join the group.


    While the support of these formidable allies was heartening, n couldn''t shake the growing concern about the quest''s difficulty, especially with so many NPCs joining the mission. The B-rank quest had just be much more challenging and terrifying. His unease deepened when a Fey warrior rushed in with news of an undead assault on a nearby watchtower.


    "Come with me," n implored, "let''s put an end to this undead threat once and for all!"


    #####


    With a group of over 50 Fey warriors,prised of meleebatants and archers, n fearlessly charged into the midst of the seemingly endless horde of undead. Among hispanions, the Fey chief and Wizard Merlin disyed his extraordinary abilities by summoning a powerful spell that took half a minute to chant. As he unleashed the spell, a towering pir of fire erupted from the ground, illuminating the dark night and transforming into a devastating tornado of mes that incinerated any undead unfortunate enough to be caught in its path.


    Amidst the chaos, n shouted his orders to the warriors, guiding them through the sea of undead toward the besieged watchtower. With his sword in one hand and a sawed-off shotgun in the other, he dispatched countless foes. As they neared the watchtower, a group led by Milo, including the fellow convicts, emerged from the structure and joined the battle outside.


    Together, they fought tirelessly for another grueling hour until the first rays of morning light began to grace the horizon. It was then that the long-awaited notification finally appeared, bringing a glimmer of hope to their beleaguered group.


    [You have passed the fifth night]


    [2 more nights to survive]


    The countdown continued, and n knew that the trials they faced were far from over.


    x x x x x

 Chapter 195 New Day

    195 New Day


    The fifth night hade to an end, but it had taken a heavy toll on the defenders. The casualty numbers were grim, with over 500 yers lost in the battle:


    New York Server: 2,711 (2,502)


    Paris Server: 1,031 (959)


    Cairo Server: 724 (607)


    Bangkok Server: 689 (562)


    The New York server had suffered the most significant losses, with over 200 yers casualties. Considering that they were tasked with guarding multiple garrisons, including the watchtower, this number was sadly reasonable.


    n couldn''t help but feel relieved that all the yers who hade with him had managed to survive the night. They had weathered a fierce battle, and the fact that they had all made it through was cause for celebration. However, there was one member of their group missing.


    "Who is missing?" n pointed out, while the group took a moment to rest after the exhausting battle.


    Pinball, one of the convicts, couldn''t resist the opportunity to inject a bit of sarcasm into the conversation. "It''s Smiley. He escaped with all the horses." he remarked with a smirking tone, drawing a few half-hearted chuckles from some of the others. Their amusement stemmed from the seemingly absurd idea that Smiley, the skinny and seemingly timid criminal, would have the audacity to make a sessful escape with all the horses.


    "He''s noting back, guys!" one of the convicts chimed in with a hint of frustration, echoing the skepticism that was beginning to spread among the group. Many had started to doubt that Smiley would return with the horses, given the dire circumstances and the relentless pursuit of the undead.


    Milo, on the other hand, was quick to react and took charge of the situation. He moved to quell any furtherughter or doubt, maintaining a glimmer of hope for Smiley''s safe return. . Then, as if on cue, their attention was suddenly captured by a shocking sight.


    Smiley emerged leading a group of horses; 12 of the original 20 horses had survived the ordeal. Smiley''s face was streaked with tears, and his trembling form told a story of intense fear and relentless pursuit by the undead. With the immediate undead threat temporarily quelled and the promise of a brief respite, the Fey chief extended an offer for n and his group to stay in the vige and rest. The offer was a tempting one, especially given the group''s exhaustion after the grueling battle. However, n, with a sense of urgency and responsibility, politely declined the offer, exining that they needed to return to the others right away.


    n turned to Merlin, seeking his cooperation. "You areing with us, aren''t you?" n inquired, wanting to ensure that the formidable NPC would apany them.


    The Fey, unfortunately,cked horses, and they required time to prepare for the journey. The distance to Fort Sterling, whichy 60 miles away, and the Roman walls, 80 miles distant, was significant. Walking that distance would consume more than 12 hours of their time. Faced with this logistical challenge, n made the difficult decision to have only Merlin and Guinevere apany him for now, with the others followingter.


    Merlin, as the chief of the Fey, found himself bound by duty and was unable to leave without his people. It was Guinevere who could be spared to follow n for the time being.


    In moments like these, frustration welled up within n as he couldn''t help but curse the game makers once again. He wondered why the game couldn''t provide a more convenient solution, such as allowing the wizard to cast a spell to summon a hundred horses or enabling everyone to fly to their destination.


    "Alright, let''s go," n dered as everyone readied themselves.


    With only 12 horses avable, they had to share rides. Rose quickly imed one of the horses and approached n with the intention of riding with him. However, Daniel managed to act a bit faster and generously offered the horse to n, saying, "Mr. D, you can have your own ride."


    n expressed his gratitude, but in that fleeting moment, Daniel felt an inexplicable, bone-chilling sensation, as though death itself had brushed past him. The eerie feeling only dissipated when Rose rode away to scout the path.


    Their journey back was surprisingly uneventful, with no obstacles to hinder their progress. It took them a rtively swift four-hour ride to finally return to the old garrison where the other survivors awaited.


    Before them, the once formidable fortifications now bore the scars of a fierce battle. At least three of the massive stone wallsy crumbled, their stones strewn across the ground in disarray. Trenches, once carefully dug defenses, were now cluttered with the lifeless forms of fallen undead. Signs of destruction were evident throughout the fort, with several buildings reduced to rubble.


    However, amid this scene of apparent chaos and devastation, a glimmer of hope emerged as the yers within the garrison spotted n and his group returning.


    "They''ve returned! n is back!" eximed a beautiful brte girl who watched them from the wall. Vicky and the Wolverines took up the first guard duty to wee their arrival.


    n''s timely return brought a sense of relief to the garrison, and he wasted no time in calling for a meeting with the squad leaders. Lieutenant Marsh, Lieutenant Sanderson, and Sergeant Dn joined the gathering to share their insights about the battle that had raged through the night.


    The night had indeed been brutal, with an unrelenting horde of over 5,000 undead relentlessly assaulting the garrison''s walls. The 200 support yers had taken on a more aggressive role, fighting on the walls with spears and utilizing a dozen [Homemade Bomb] to repel the relentless assault. Despite their efforts, the aged walls of the garrison had proven fragile, gradually sumbing to the relentless pounding from the undead. It was during these final hours that casualties had mounted.


    As the reports concluded, n faced a critical decision: whether to remain and defend the fort for another day or to join the others at the Roman''s Wall.


    Just a light chapter, for now, will try to do extra chapters, please support the novel with your power stone, golden ticket, orments, thank you


    Avan

 Chapter 196 Retreat

    196 Retreat


    "We are heading back!"


    n''s decisive promation rang through the air, as he made it clear that they were going to abandon their current position and retreat.


    The garrison had served its purpose, but it was clear that it wouldn''t withstand another onught, especially knowing the type of undead that woulde on the sixth night. With determination, n issued the orders for everyone to prepare for the march back to safety.


    600 yers, marching the 20 miles back on foot would be a time-consuming endeavor, requiring at least four hours of travel. To ensure their arrival before the next battle, they needed to start preparations and move out as soon as possible.


    "How many horses do we have?" n''s inquired. Bill, responsible for logistics, was the one to respond. "Just a little over one hundred," he informed the group.


    Seeing the look on n''s face, Vicky couldn''t help but narrow her eyes suspiciously. She had a hunch that n was about to propose yet another daring n. "Let me guess," she said, her voice tinged with curiosity. "You have another crazy n, don''t you?"


    "Yes, I do."


    In the following hours, while Luis diligently prepared lunch for the yers, n carefully handpicked a group of 100 individuals to remain with him at the garrison. His choices primarily consisted of the support team, including crafters, gatherers, and the special units led by Sergeant Daniel. n knew that these yers possessed valuable skills needed for the tasks at hand.


    In terms ofbat, n made strategic selections. He included Merle''s team and Rose renowned for their exceptional long-rangebat abilities.


    "I am staying as well!"


    Vicky dered with unwavering determination, her resolve clear in her voice. This time, she wouldn''t ept any arguments to the contrary. Daniel also expressed his desire to remain behind, entrusting Milo with the leadership of the Wolverines during their absence. Lieutenant Marsh would apany Milo to support the group on their journey back to the main force.


    As the 500 yers began their march away from the garrison, n assembled his chosen team and briefed them on their tasks. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of purpose as they prepared to face the impending challenge. Each member of the group understood the significance of the role given to them.


    The special units and crafters would join n in the hall, where they would focus on creating more [umon] fighting equipment and [ck powder], a critical resource for their defense. Meanwhile, the remaining yers were tasked with gathering essential materials; They ventured into the forest for wood, scaled the mountains for sulfur, and explored caves in search of bat excrement, all necessary ingredients for ck powder production.


    With the fighters apanying the gatherers, the garrison appeared empty, devoid of any visible souls on its walls. "We have 6 hours, let''s start!"


    n wasted no time, immediately setting his n into motion.He worked closely with the crafters, including Gus, Marie, Shamus, and their team, to manufacture as much umon equipment as possible. Their coordination and expertise were essential in this critical task, and they operated at peak performance, crafting the necessaryponents and materials.


    When it was ready, n took over for thest touch,


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Your (Science - Master) allows you to sessfully create an umon item]


    [Your Inventor Jobss allows you to sessfully create a higher quality item]


    [Name: Metal Sword]


    [Name: Metal Shield]


    [Name: Metal Armor]


    [Name: Medical bandage]


    On the other side of the hall, Sergeant Dn and his team of engineers diligently prepared the necessaryponents for crafting homemade bombs, and just like teh metal items, n also took charge of the final assembly process. n meticulouslybined the steel tube bodies, gunpowder, and fuses, applying his high Science level and Inventor Jobss expertise to craft a superior explosive item. The result was a much stronger item of remarkable quality.


    [You have sessfully crafted an item]


    [Your Inventor Jobss enhances the quality of your crafted items]


    [Name: Dynamites]


    [Type: Explosive]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Firepower 120-180]


    [Effect: Area damage 15-45 (5 meters)]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Don''t make this without proper supervision]


    Thanks to n''s expertise, these Dynamites not only packed 25% more firepower but also had a significantly reduced risk of malfunction or unexpected detonation, ensuring the safety of those who wielded them.


    Five hours flew by in a flurry of crafting and preparation, during which n managed to sessfully create 400 new sets of umon equipment and 100 Dynamites. With these items in their arsenal, they were better equipped to face the impending undead threat.


    n prepared all the gatherers and crafters for their departure. Bill was appointed to lead them, and they wasted no time in mounting horses to make their way back to the Roman walls. Their mission was to deliver the newly created items to the yers stationed there. If they set out promptly, n believed they could avoid encountering any undead on their way back and reach their destination in time to assist theirrades in the uing battle.


    The sun''s brilliance began to fade, a harbinger of the approaching dawn, and only 18 figures remained within the confines of the old garrison. n, Rose, Vicky, Daniel, Merle, and his rednecks team, the three champion NPCs; Percival, Daganot, and Guinevere. Lastly; Sergeant Dn and his special unit of engineers ¨C Gaston, Naymar, Simon, and Johnny. All of them were fully engrossed in setting up the preparations for n''s n.


    Merle, feeling the mounting pressure, couldn''t help but voice his concern. "How much longer!?".


    However, n was deeply focused on the task at hand, and it was evident that they needed more time. Unfortunately, as the darkness enveloped thend and shrouded their surroundings, a notification arrived, casting a foreboding shadow over their efforts.


    [The source of darkness has arrived in Britannia Land].


    The sixth night had begun.

 Chapter 197 Buy Time

    197 Buy Time


    "n needs more time; we need to hold them back!" Vicky asserted, takingmand in the tense situation. Her eyes scanned the group, trying to instill determination in each member.


    However, her words were met with defiance from Ruth, the young female Redneck. She crossed her arms and spoke firmly, "With this number? No fucking way!" Her skepticism resonated with a few others, and worried murmurs spread through the group.


    Wyatt, the other young rednecks, suggested they should leave while the horde had not yetpletely surrounded the garrison. He was nervous, and his eyes darted to the looming threat outside. "We.. we need to go now!"


    Merle, trying to maintain a sense of calm, took a deep breath and said, "No, we cannot leave... we will stay and help." He looked at Vicky, his expression determined. "What''s the n?"


    Vicky quickly responded, "We abandon the wall and take our stand here at the fort entrance."


    She knew there was a back tunnel prepared as an exit strategy, so to make n''s n sessful, they only needed to hold the fort itself, not the wall or any of the buildings in the yard.


    Merle nodded in agreement. "Good, but it''s not enough," he remarked, his eyes narrowing as he thought. "The objective is to hold out as long as we can, so we should buy more time."


    Being a seasoned veteran, Merle had more than a few tricks up his sleeve, and he swiftly began to outline his n. He gestured toward the gate and said, "We can set up barricades here and funnel the undead. We''ll use the limited resources we have as effectively as possible. Those with ranged weapons should stay up top."


    Vicky''s face lit up with determination as she listened to Merle''s n. It was a desperate situation, but they were going to give it their all to buy n the time he needed. "We need two of our best runners!"


    The crimson gunner scrutinized the small gathering in front of him, and after a moment''s consideration, two names rose to the top.


    [Daniel: Agility: C]


    [Ruth: Agility: C]


    Ruth smirked at Daniel, herpetitive spirit shining through. "Huh! Just don''t drag me behind!" she teased, acknowledging that they both had the same agility level.


    Merleid out the final elements of the strategy. They would split into two fronts. Vicky, along with the three NPC allies, would hold the fort entrance as initially nned. Meanwhile, the two runners, Daniel and Ruth, would lure as many undead as possible across the walls and lead them on a chase around the fort''s yards. This diversion would allow the ranged team to take positions on top of the fort and provide cover fire.


    "Remember your job is to run!" Merle emphasized, ensuring that Daniel and Ruth understood their crucial role in buying time for the others. With the n in ce, the group quickly realized that the undead were already closing in on the walls. As Daniel and Ruth reached the gate, they could see some skeleton warriors leaping over it. Reacting swiftly, Daniel shouted, "Over here!! Come and get us!!"


    Ruth, armed with her two revolvers and the [Rapid fire] ability, joined in, drawing more attention from the approaching undead. As one of them drew closer, Daniel unsheathed his two-handed axe and executed a swift [cross sh], dispatching the target in seconds. The undead horde began to swarm over them, and Daniel asked with urgency, "Should we run now?"


    Ruth, disying her characteristic grit, retorted, "Not yet! Don''t be a fucking pussy!!"


    Suddenly, a barrage of bullets erupted from behind them, originating from the rednecks positioned atop a building in the distance, as well as Rose, perched on top of the fort, 200 meters away. Theirbined firepower provided crucial support and pushed back the encroaching undead.


    CRACKKK!!!


    The sound of splintering wood and the eerie moans of the undead filled the air as the wall gate finally gave way. Dozens of undead streamed inside, their hollow eyes fixed on the fort.


    Ruth, with her revolvers at the ready, shouted, "Now!!" and sprinted towards the east side of the yards. Her agile form weaved through the ruined houses, deftly leading the pursuing undead on a chaotic chase. Daniel, closely behind her, took a slightly different route towards the west side, skillfully drawing the attention of another group of pursuing horrors. The two sessfully lead a great number of undead further away from the main street and the fort itself. As for some who still stay on their path toward the fort, Vicky stood resolute at the entrance ready to wee them, nked by the three champion NPC. She gripped her superior sword, one she received from bravely defending teh fort yesterday.


    [Ruby Sword]


    [Type: Sword Weapon]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Damage 40 - 60]


    [Effects: Speed increase 30%]


    [Equipment Rating: 33]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: A sharp sword shining purplish like a gem]


    Vicky also hasn''s [Strength Gauntlet] adorned her hand, granting her a significant damage boost. Adding the [minor blessing] spell on herself and the NPC, created an aura of divine protection that bolstered their defenses.


    "90!! Just 10 more to go!!" Vicky eximed, her eyes gleaming with determination. She hacked and shed at the approaching undead with precision, each strike bringing her one step closer to her goal. The fort entrance had be a battleground, where the living fought fiercely to hold the line against the relentless tide of the dead.


    As minutes passed, the relentless advance of the undead horde filled every inch of the yards. The rednecks, save for Merle, had retreated inside the fort''s walls. Positioned beyond the fort wall, they unleashed a barrage of gunfire upon the encroaching undead, attempting to thin their numbers. Merle, however, had something else prepared. Armed with a few dynamites in hand, he strategically detonated some of the houses, each explosion decimating several undead, burning the houses, and disrupting their relentless march.


    Despite their efforts, the undead continued to pour into the garrison, and the situation grew increasingly dire. The two runners, Daniel and Ruth, found themselves running out of space to lead the undead away. It was then that Merle ordered them to return to the fort, as it became evident that their current strategy had reached its limits.


    However, only Daniel managed to make it back to the fort''s rtive safety. A sense of urgency filled the air as the question hung heavy: "Where is Ruth?"


    Ruth had been backed into a corner, her once-advantageous C rank agility and [Reptile bloodline] which granted her a 10% boost to speed, now failing to outpace the relentless undead horde.


    "Get the fuck off me!!"


    Amidst the chaos and the relentless onught of undead, Ruth found herself overwhelmed. She didn''t even have the time to reload her revolver as the relentless tide of undead closed in on her. Her ammunition had run dry, and her situation was growing increasingly dire.


    But just when it seemed that all hope was lost, in a surprising turn of events, Daniel arrived on the scene just in the nick of time. He burst through the ranks of the undead, his two-handed axe cleaving through their decaying forms with a fierce determination. Without hesitation, he scooped Ruth into his arms, lifting her off the ground and carrying her to safety.


    Ruth, bewildered by Daniel''s sudden intervention, couldn''t help but blurt out in disbelief, "What the hell are you doing?"


    "Just hang tight!" Daniel responded with determination as he began to run with all his might. Drawing upon his experience as a former football yer, he skillfully dodged, weaved, and even tackled the undead that charged toward them.


    Ruth couldn''t help but marvel at Daniel''s speed, which seemed inexplicably faster than her own despite their simr attribute ranks. Unbeknownst to her, Daniel possessed an umon skill called [Athletics], which he had diligently upgraded twice, reaching the Expert level.


    This skill granted him a 30% increase in speed and stamina specifically for running and jumping activities. Additionally, it bestowed upon him an active skill called [Quick Evasion].


    [200% boost in movement speed for 2 seconds, changing trajectory only]


    [Cooldown 30 seconds]


    With the help of [Athletics] and [Evasion], Daniel skillfully navigated the storm of the undead and sessfully carried Ruth back into the safety of the fort.


    "We are saved!"


    However, they were far from safety, as suddenly everyone felt a tremor under their feet, "What is that?"


    Everyone turned their attention toward the source of the disturbance, and their hearts sank at the sight that met their eyes. Rising above the battlefield, a grotesque monstrosity stood tall and menacing¡ªa towering undead giant, easily ten meters in height.


    The creature''s body was a gruesome patchwork of stitched-together limbs, and it clutched a massive wooden mace in its hand.As the creature drew closer, it gained momentum, charging toward the fort and smashing through the wall with terrifying ease.


    [Abomination]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank B-]


    This unholy behemoth posed an insurmountable threat and was n''s reason why defending the wall against such a formidable foe would be futile.

 Chapter 198 Abomination

    198 Abomination


    The earth trembled beneath the yers stationed atop the Roman walls as a deafening roar filled the air. Their gazes were drawn to the monstrous Abomination that had emerged from the darkness. This immense, hulking blob creature stood at a staggering 10 meters in height.


    As the colossal creature drew closer, panic and urgency gripped the defenders. They knew all too well the devastation it could unleash upon the walls and the consequences of its advance.


    "Shoot that thing down! Do not let it get any closer!" The order resounded across the Roman walls as yers scrambled to respond.


    The Abomination presented a daunting challenge to the yers. It possessed low agility, making it slow and cumbersome, but its strength was immense, and it boasted a staggering 10,000 HP. These creatures were engineered for the sole purpose of dismantling fortifications, and there were multiple Abominations deployed along the wall defenses.


    "Fire!!!" Themand was followed by a furious onught of bullets and arrows, a relentless hailstorm aimed at the colossal foe. Yet, despite the barrage, the Abomination pressed forward, its massive frame undeterred.


    With a deafening roar, the creature unleashed its unique ability¡ªa reckless charge. It thundered toward the walls with relentless determination, its wooden mace raised high, ready to shatter the fortifications and create a breach.


    "The wall is breached! We need more men on the walls!" The desperate cry echoed across the Roman walls.


    ####


    The scene on the Roman walls mirrored the catastrophic breach that had urred at Fort Sterling. The defenders faced a relentless onught from the Abomination, a massive, 10-meter-tall monstrosity that threatened to crush everything in its path. While a few burning buildings separated the giant from the fort entrance, the defenders knew that it was only a matter of minutes before the lumbering creature would reach them.


    Seeing Daniel''s stunned reaction to the approaching giant, Sergeant Dn reacted swiftly, pping him on the back to refocus his attention. "Focus on the entrance! We''ll be lucky if we can hold it before that giant arrives!" The sergeant swiftly reloaded his fearsome Gatling Gun and aimed it at the encroaching undead horde. "Get back to hell, you motherfuckers!"


    Dn, along with Vicky, Percival, Daganot, and Guinevere, had been effectively holding their ground at the barricaded entrances. Now, with no more tricks up their sleeves, the entire horde of undead rushed toward them, forcing the other defender; Merle, and his gang of rednecks to gather at the 6-meter-wide entrance and join the fight, determined to prevent any undead from entering the main hall.


    Within the hall, the air was thick with the sounds ofbat¡ªraining bullets, shing steel, and the groans and roars of the undead. Every yer fought with unwavering determination, knowing that the survival of Britannia Land depended on their efforts.


    The hall resounded with the cacophony of bullets and the sh of steel as the yers fought with all their might to hold off the undead horde. In the midst of this dire situation, the beautiful brte shouted with excitement, "100!"


    Vicky had finallypleted her quest, and the rewards poured in:


    [Bonus Questpleted: Britannia Knight]


    [You received D rank reward x1]


    [You received 5,000 XP and 2,500 survival points]


    [You received a secret Job ss]


    [Job Name: Round Table Knight]


    [Type: Superior Upgrade]


    [Upgrade: HP + 50]


    [Active Skill: Round Table Knight''s Spirit]


    [Increases HP and Defense of you and four others in the vicinity by 20% for ten minutes]


    [Cooldown: 30 minutes]


    [The Round Table Knight, known for their unwaveringmitment to the code of chivalry, embodying qualities such as honor, loyalty, bravery, and the protection of the weak and defenseless.]


    [Are you willing to upgrade? Knight > Round Table Knight]


    "Yes!!'' Vicky enthusiastically epts.


    The ss upgrade from the basic knight to the prestigious Round Table Knight didn''t upy a second job ss slot, allowing Vicky to retain her original ss attributes while upgrading her knight''s unique skill, which could now be shared with other yers.


    With haste, Vicky employed the skill, bestowing it upon Percival and Daganot, the two NPCpanions with high defense and over 500 HP. While there was a slight penalty for applying the upgrade to an NPC, it still yielded substantial benefits. She then extended the enhancement to Daniel, a melee fighter among them. As she pondered who should receive thest upgrade, a familiar voice resounded in everyone''s ears.


    "I am sorry for the dy!"


    n, armed with a sword in one hand and a shotgun in the other, leaped into the fray, dispatching an undead with a single burst from his shotgun. His arrival injected renewed vigor into the battle as he joined the group''s defense of the fort entrance.


    Despite histe arrival, n had another request for the group: to hold the line for a few more minutes. The tension in the air was palpable, but the determined looks on everyone''s faces showed their readiness to face the oing horde.


    In response to n''s request, Daniel let out a resounding warcry that seemed to invigorate the entire group. His voice echoed through the dimly lit hall, bolstering their resolve. On teh other hand, n was startled to receive a buff.


    [You received the Round Table Knight Spirit]


    [HP and Defense increase 20%]


    The enhancement was significant, granting n an additional 70 HP and approximately 10 defense points. It was a wee boost for their defensive mission. In return for the added buff, n handed his trusted [Shield of White Knight] to Vicky, with one word "Congrats"


    With the newfound resilience, the group fought valiantly, holding their ground against the relentless undead horde. Their weapons shed with the skeletal warriors and bullets cut through the advancing foes. Every second counted as they awaited the signal to retreat.


    Just as the massive Abomination loomed dangerously close to their position, Johnny, the engineer member of the special unit, shouted with urgency, "n, it''s ready!"


    n''s raised his voice above the cacophony of battle, his words carrying through the hall. "Everyone, retreat on my mark! Three... two... one!"


    With a coordinated effort, the group broke through the undead''s ranks, their hearts pounding with terror as they retreated to the very back of the room. The relentless horde of zombies and skeletons continued to pursue them, their relentless advance filling the room with a cacophony of guttural moans and bone-chilling shrieks. The Abomination, a monstrous ten-meter-tall behemoth, barreled through the entrance, its immense form shattering the stone structure and creating a much wider gate in the process.


    Amidst the chaos and the deafening mor of the undead, n remained at the rear to ensure that everyone entered the secret tunnel. "Let''s go!! Let''s go!!"


    He watched as Rose, thest one to descend from the high ceiling, joined him in the back room. As they all entered the back tunnel at breakneck speed, n held the entrance with his sword, striking down a few more of the relentless undead. Each second felt like an eternity, but he knew that every moment counted, allowing hispanions more time to escape further down the tunnel.


    With the belief that the critical moment had arrived, n retrieved his trusty [Lighter] and ignited a carefully prepared fuse attached to the walls. This was what he and the special units had been diligently preparing¡ªa final trap for the relentless undead horde.


    Casting a quick nce back at the oing tide of undead, n dashed into the tunnel just as the fuses ignited, leading to multiple locations within the fort. These fuses were strategically ced to connect withrge boxes positioned on the main pirs of the fort.


    Within moments, the underground tunnel was rocked by the thunderous cacophony of multiple explosions, a deafening symphony of destruction that echoed through the passageway.


    KABOOM! KABOOMM! KABOOOMM!


    The explosion was only the beginning. Seconds after the detonation, as the main supporting pirs were destroyed, the entire fort began to crumble and copse, crushing the undead within its walls. The catastrophe didn''t stop there. The massive tremors from the fort''s destruction shook the mountain behind, triggering multiple rockfalls that cascaded into the forts and their yards.


    n and the others sprinted as far as they could, narrowly avoiding the falling rocks. However, the thrill of their escape was quickly followed by a resounding cheer as they realized their n had been sessful. The fort was in ruins, and the undead horde that had threatened them was buried beneath the rubble.


    The task came with a continuous barrage of notifications, each ping on n''s game link signaling the massive influx of XP and survival points that boosted his level three times. To his surprise, the game extended its rewards to the entire group, acknowledging their collective achievement with a generous bonus.


    [Bonus Questpleted: Utterly destroyed an iing horde]


    [You received D rank reward x1]


    [You received 10,000 XP and 5,000 survival points]


    [Level Up]


    With the task of significantly reducing the undead numbers aplished, the group quickly made their way to the forest where they had hidden the horses. They mounted up and rode back to the walls, eager to rejoin the defense and bolster the efforts to protect the Roman walls.


    I changed the job from Temr to Round Table Knight. I read a few more historical references on the Temr and found it not really suitable. Hope you enjoy the chapter, thank you

 Chapter 199 Skirmishes

    199 Skirmishes


    n and his small group of 18 rode at breakneck speed through the eerie darkness, navigating treacherous terrain while fending off relentless attacks from multiple groups of undead. They weaved through thendscape, making calcted detours to avoid getting cornered by the pursuing hordes.


    As they pressed forward, the tension in the air was palpable. The howls and moans of the undead filled the night, creating a chilling symphony that served as a constant reminder of the looming danger.


    Finally, when they found themselves approximately 5 miles away from the Roman''s wall, the[TWH-100] tactical headset crackled to life. The transmission establishedmunication with Captain Carter and her team, providing much-needed information to coordinate their efforts.


    With just three hours passed since nightfall, the imminent arrival of the Abomination creature had tipped the scales of the ongoing battle.


    The reinforcements from Fort Sterling, along with the newly acquired dynamites, bolstered the ranks of the New York server yers. Theirbined efforts allowed them to maintain a resilient defense, holding the line against the relentless undead onught.


    But on the eastern side of the walls, a starkly different scenario unfolded. The unrelenting tide of undead pressed upon this vulnerable nk, overwhelming the defenders. The situation had be increasingly dire, with the Eastern Wall facing imminent breach.


    <We haven''t heard anything from the French units. Captain Thierry is upied in battle, and that French noble, Axel, cannot be contacted!>


    Sergeant Murphy, the second-inmand of the US military support unit, conveyed this information through themunication channel with a deep sense of concern. This situation left them unable to send any reinforcements to the eastern wall.


    Frustration welled up within n as he contemted Axel''s possible ulterior motives. Axel''s mysterious actions and decisions had been a constant source of concern. Resigned to the situation at hand, n instructed Captain Carter to send whatever assistance she could spare to the beleaguered eastern side of the Roman''s wall.


    Taking a brief respite, n shared the unsettling news with hispanions. As the gravity of the situation sank in, n couldn''t help but feel a sense of responsibility. While he had expected the need for reinforcements due to the sheer size of the Bangkok and Cairo servers, he hadn''t anticipated theck of support from the French units or the dyed response from the American side.


    The Roman Wall, stretching for a formidable 10 miles, presented a logistical challenge that would take at least two hours for New York reinforcements to reach on foot. The exhausting march would leave them fatigued and ill-prepared for the impending battle.


    n turned to hisrades, a contemtive expression on his face, and posed a question that carried significant weight. "What do you think? Should we lend a hand to our Asian friends?"


    While n was not one to take unnecessary risks, especially when it came to the well-being of his group, he acknowledged that survival and progression to the next round would require greater numbers, hence he needed these yers to survive. Additionally, leaving a positive impression on the Asian servers could pay dividends in the future.


    Receiving a unanimous agreement from hispanions, he instructed Guinevere to locate the fey warrior who was expected to arrive shortly, assigning Gaston, the engineer responsible for themunication device, to apany her on the mission. "Alright, let''s do our best."


    With the moonlight guiding their path, n and his group of 16 riders set out on their daring mission from the northern part of the battlefield. The air was thick with tension as they ventured deep into the undead hordes.


    Their strategy was both simple and perilous: engage the undead in swift hit-and-run attacks, disrupting the western rear of the horde, and then skillfully evade their relentless pursuit before bing encircled and overwhelmed. Each member of the group knew the stakes were high, and they had little room for error.


    Fortunately, n had the team with the necessary skills to carry out this n effectively.Among their ranks were two skilled Britannia knights who possessed an intimate knowledge of the treacherous terrain, allowing them to choose their routes wisely and outmaneuver the undead. Rose and Merle, with their exceptional perception and sharp instincts, yed a crucial role in detecting the movements of the undead before they could strike, ensuring the safety of the group.


    In their arsenal, they carried a precious cache of dynamite, a resource when detonated could divert the attention of the pursuing undead, creating opportunities for the group to break away.


    These daring raids were not without risks. The undead were relentless in their pursuit, and the group had to rely on their wits and skills to navigate the terrain and evade capture.After two hours, their audacious hit-and-run raids had taken a toll on their horses, which were now nearing the limits of their stamina. Just when it seemed like they might have to slow down or risk exhausting their mounts, a message from Gaston brought a sense of relief to n.


    "Right on time!" At pre-determined strategic locations, the group rendezvoused with a hundred strong Fey warriors, led by none other than their chief, the wizard Merlin. [Fey Warrior]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: D+]


    The Fey warriors, a level above the Roman cavalry and among the finest human fighters in the third round, posed a formidable presence on the battlefield. With Merlin at their helm, they were an unstoppable force.


    n wasted no time and took charge, leading the group in a furious charge toward the eastern walls. Undead fell like wheat before a scythe as they carved a path through their ranks. And then, in the distance, theyid eyes on the thousands of undead plus the Abomination wreaking havoc on the garrison, while the beleaguered Thand yers mounted theirst stand of defense.


    The arrival of n''s group and the formidable Fey warriors immediately injected hope into the hearts of the besieged yers.


    "Attack!!" n bellowed, and with a resounding battle cry, theyunched themselves into the fray.

 Chapter 200 Reinforcement

    200 Reinforcement


    n could only estimate that there were at least one or two thousand undead that had sessfully infiltrated the garrison''s defenses. As for the horde outside the walls, there were roughly three thousand of them, scattered and straggling sporadically. This advantageous dispersion allowed n and his group to forge a path closer to the wall.


    Their primary objective was to reach the Bangkok server''s cavalry units, who found themselves encircled and besieged outside the protective walls. Amid the chaotic battlefield, n spotted the young veteran Chatri and his three dozen men, making a valiantst stand, with half of them already dismounted and fallen.


    With urgency in his voice, n issued orders. His team,prised of skilled fighters, along with the fey warriors, moved swiftly and with precision. "Attack!!"


    n''s reinforcements arrived with a storm of bullets and fiery fireball explosions conjured by the legendary NPC Merlin. This devastating assault swiftly imed the lives of dozens of undead creatures and effectively diverted the attention of the hundreds of zombies surrounding the beleaguered young veteran and his remaining troops.


    "We came to help!" n''s voice rang out above the chaos as his group of fey warriors surged forward, their weapons cutting down the undead horde with precision.


    The young veteran, badly wounded and exhausted, managed to plead for assistance throughbored breaths. "Mister¡­ n¡­ Please¡­ help my general..."


    Understanding the dire situation, n quickly divided his forces. Some would stay behind to secure the immediate area and reinforce the surviving Thand yers, while the rest would follow him to scale the wall.


    With his enhanced agility and strength, n was capable of making a 5-meter-high leap to reach the top of the wall, while some of hispanions required a helping hand. Fortunately, the fey warriors, with their formidable D+ abilities, possessed the agility necessary to aplish the same feat.


    Fifty fey warriors, including n''s most skilled allies, apanied him as they raced toward the battle unfolding on top of the wall and at the garrison below.


    n led the charge, his remarkable speed propelling him forward, with Daniel and Merle close behind. Merle provided covering fire with his trusty M16, while Daniel swung his axe, cleaving through skeletons and clearing a path for their advance.


    n''s heart raced as he and his group sprinted through the chaos of the garrison. The sound of gunfire, shes of steel, and the unearthly groans of the undead surrounded them, creating a cacophonous symphony of death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air as they pushed forward.


    The once-imposing Roman architecture was now marred by destruction, with sections of the walls reduced to rubble. Fires zed in some areas, casting eerie flickering shadows, while the darkening sky above added to the atmosphere of impending doom.


    Amidst the chaos, the two Abominations rampaged with impunity. These grotesque creatures tore through the ranks of defenders, their massive forms and monstrous strength making them formidable foes.A few brave Thai yers continued to hold their ground, fighting valiantly against the undead onught, while others had begun to retreat.


    n was acutely aware that the garrison, now ravaged by the Abominations and the undead onught, had been rendered ineffective as a defensible position. Moreover, being the easternmost wall, it would likely be thest to receive reinforcements from the centralmand. n came to the grim conclusion that they needed to abandon this location.


    Racing forward for about 200 meters, n spotted a familiar figure in the midst of the battle. It was Singdal, the Thai martial artist whom he had met during the early stages of the round. The man''s face was etched with determination and exhaustion as he led a small group of fighters.


    "Singdal!" n called out to him.


    His eyes widened in recognition as he saw n approaching. Despite the chaos around them, there was a sense of camaraderie between the two yers who had faced challenges together before.


    Singdal, now revealed to be one of the unit captains of the military forces, recognized n and quickly conveyed information about the general and their dire situation. n wasted no time instructing Singdal and his men to fall back toward the west, but Singdal staunchly refused.


    "I must save the general!" Singdal dered.


    n, understanding the urgency and the need for unity, agreed. "Alright, let''s find him together, and then we retreat together!"


    With Singdal''s assistance, n managed to gather all the Thai yers they encountered, and together, they rushed toward the garrison. Their desperate search for information led them to a yer who had knowledge of the general''s whereabouts


    ¡ªhe was trapped inside one of the guard towers, a tower that was currently under assault by one of the Abominations.


    As they approached the tower, Merle and Rose swiftly took aim and fired at the towering monstrosity, targeting its critical areas. Their well-aimed shots caused the Abomination to howl in agony and divert its attention momentarily.


    n seized this opportunity and turned to Singdal. "Get to the general! We''ll keep the giant distracted."


    The creature''s enraged roar echoed through the garrison as it turned its massive form toward n and his group.


    "Over here, you ugly monster!" n taunted, drawing the Abomination''s wrath.


    Just like when facing the Dreadnought earlier, the creature''s HP bar became visible to n. Seeing it at the 30% mark filled him with a newfound determination. He knew they could defeat this B-rank creature, but it would require all of their skill and teamwork.


    The massive Abomination swung its heavy mace with tremendous force, but n''s agility was his advantage. He executed a swift [lunge strike], dodging the swinging mace and closing the distance between them for his first strike.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 68 damage]


    The creature''s formidable defense and high HP made it a challenging foe, but n wasted no time. He followed up with a rapidbo of [Shadow Strike] and [de Frenzy],nding a critical hit and benefiting from a sneak attack bonus, which granted him an additional five strikes. In mere seconds, n had dealt a staggering 500 damage, chipping away at the Abomination''s formidable 3,000 HP.


    His [RingWraith Sword] also left a curse mark that weakened the creature''s defense by 7% for his seven strikes. This curse boosted the attacks of Vicky and the others, but even with the defense debuff, Merle''s firearm shots struggled to deal more than 20 damage per bullet.


    When the giant retaliated, Vicky courageously held her ground, blocking with her Superior Shield, aided by her [Knight Spirit]. She managed to resist the majority of the creature''s damage, limiting it to under 100 HP. But the sheer force of the Abomination''s attack sent Vicky hurtling into the nearby wall, inflicting an additional 20 damage upon impact.


    ''Watch out!! get back!!'' More chaptering soon


    Avan

 Chapter 201 Retreat

    201 Retreat


    Thebined firepower of n, Merle, Rose, Vicky, Daniel, and the two knights, Percival and Dag, unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks, dealing a total of 350 damage per second to the Abomination. Despite the creature''s attempts to dodge and block their strikes with its massive mace, it couldn''t withstand the onught. After a minute of intensebat and abination of 10 strikes, the giant finally roared in pain and copsed, shaking the garrison floor.


    [You have killed the Abomination]


    [You have received 750 XP and 325 Survival points]


    Even though it was a shared kill, the rewards were still substantial. n even heard that Daniel received a chest as a reward for the kill.


    As the giant met its demise, the elderly Thai general sessfully made his way out of the tower. Unfortunately, n''s element of surprise had been lost, as most of the undead¡ª including the ghouls that revived from fallen Thai yers¡ªhad turned their attention towards n''s group.


    n approached the old general, a sense of urgency in his voice, and respectfully stated, "General, with all due respect, please give the order to retreat. We need to regroup and find a more defensible position."


    With a nod of agreement from the old general, Singdal, one of the Thai unit captains, swiftly retrieved a firework from his pack. He ignited it andunched it into the night sky, creating a burst of colorful sparks that illuminated the battlefield. This predetermined signal was the agreed-upon sign for a full retreat.


    However, this vibrant disy also had unintended consequences. It not only signaled the beginning of their withdrawal but also attracted the attention of the remaining undead horde, including the second Abomination, which still had half of its HP remaining. The situation grew even more precarious as the relentless horde closed in on them.


    "Move out! Move out!!"


    n''s voice rang out,manding his team to retreat while they covered the rear. However, the second Abomination, now free from its previous distraction, was on the rampage once again. It utilized a special skill to shatter the walls that separated them, effectively blocking their escape route.


    A ranking officer from the Thai military joined the fray, shouting orders to protect the general. He was apanied by half a dozen uniformed yers armed with long pikes, all charging forward in an attempt to stab the ten-meter Abomination and halt its advance. Despite their efforts, the giant proved too formidable, breaking the metal pikes and tossing some of the brave soldiers into the nearby walls.


    The creature''s next target was the elderly general himself. The man, in histe forties, stood bravely with his gun, firing shots at the monstrous foe in a futile attempt to stop its relentless advance. In a devastating move, the Abomination swung its massive mace, and with a single blow, it crushed the general, ending his valiant stand.


    "General!!"


    A chorus of anguished cries and shouts filled the air as yers witnessed the tragic loss of their general. In a rage, Singdal the martial artist activated his [Warrior Spirit], andbined it with a special hand-to-hand active skill that boosted his strength and agility for a few precious seconds.


    "Charng mun!!" Singdal cursed before he leaped and executed a powerful kick, one that could swing the giant towards the wall. He managed tond two morebo kicks in the air forcing the giant back in anger.


    However, as Singdalnded on the ground, the giant''s enormous hand captured him in its vice-like grip.


    "Singdal!!" n shouted. He dashed forward, using his [Lunge Strike] with all his might. But by the time n reached the Abomination, Singdal was already being mercilessly smashed into the ground.


    "LET HIM GO!!" n roared. With sheer determination, n unleashed his [Power Strike] with all his might, targeting the giant''s arm. The powerful strike resulted in a deep, bleeding gash, forcing the Abomination to release Singdal from its grip.


    In retaliation, the giant swung its massive mace towards n, but with lightning speed, he executed his [Shadow Strike], disappearing from sight and reappearing behind the colossal creature. Gripping his [Ringwraith Sword], n initiated a devastating series of attacks, utilizing his [de Frenzy] skill.


    Three strikes, five strikes, eight strikes!


    n unleashed eight rapid strikes in just two seconds, unleashing a flurry of blows upon the giant''s back taking 500 damage andying down the cursed mark. The creature roared in agony as the relentless assault took its toll. Realizing the danger, n leaped back to evade the giant''s furious retaliation.


    The death of the general crushed the Thand yer''s spirit and held their advance. Despite being wounded, Singdal disyed incredible courage and took charge of the situation, rallying the remaining survivors.


    "We cannot give up here!! We must Survive!!" Singdal shouted with unwavering determination, inspiring hope in the hearts of those who remained.


    With the shrieking undead hordes and the enraged giant closing in, n swiftly tookmand and devised a strategic n. He barked out orders to the group, "Kite them back!!"


    This tactical decision was crucial to maintain order, prevent panic, and minimize casualties. It was also the most effective way to deal with the giant, given its low agility. n directed the Thai pike soldiers to form a barrier at the front, obstructing the giant''s advance. Meanwhile, yers armed with ranged weapons continued to pelt the colossal creature from a safe distance, all while taking slow, measured steps backward.


    As they steadily retreated toward the rear entrance of the garrison and eventually exited into Roman territory, the giant''s HP had been significantly depleted. Their coordinated strategy had proven effective in dealing with the formidable adversary.


    [You have killed the Abomination]


    [You have received 750 XP and 325 Survival points]


    The battle had forced the group to move slowly toward the western walls. Only a little over 200 Thai yers had managed to escape the chaos, along with n and his hundred fey warriors. However, the pursuing hordes were still hot on their heels, and the morning light was still a few hours away.


    Their destination was the Cairo server garrison, and n could only hope that Egypt yers would yield a better oue than what had befallen the Bangkok server yers.

 Chapter 202 Next Garrison

    202 Next Garrison


    The group continued their sprint westward for a mile, their footsteps echoing against the ancient stone walls of the Roman walls. The night was shrouded in an eerie darkness, pierced only by the distant glow of mes and the haunting moans of the undead.


    As they drew nearer to the garrison, they could see that the once-mighty fortifications had suffered severe damage. Smoke billowed into the night sky, blotting out the stars, and the walls were filled with hordes of undead creatures. The defenders on the walls fought valiantly, but the relentless onught of the undead seemed never-ending.


    "The main gate hasn''t been reached yet," Rose remarked. Her words brought a sense of relief to the group, but n couldn''t share in that feeling. Behind them, a thousand undead were still in pursuit, with thousands more approaching from the north, and thousands engaged in battle at the garrison ahead. n knew that even more undead woulde, and their situation remained precarious.


    The tension in the air was thick as a dozen Cairo yers confronted n''s group. Youssef, the Egypt minister''s son, stood at the forefront, his irritation evident in his expression as he took in the sight of the pursuing undead.


    "Why are you all bringing those undead here? We''re already in enough trouble!" Youssef eximed, his frustration clear. He then turned his gaze to the Thand yers and demanded, "Where is your general?"


    Chatri, the young veteran and second inmand, stepped forward and began recounting the events that had transpired, exining how General Dunapol had fallen and their only option was to retreat. "They''re just a few minutes behind us," Chatri pleaded, "we have nowhere else to go. Please, let us enter the garrison."


    n was well aware of Youssef''s character from his past life, knowing that the man might not hesitate to leave the Thand yers to fend for themselves outside the garrison. With time ticking away and the undead horde closing in, n decided not to waste any more precious moments.


    "We don''t have time to argue," n said firmly.


    n''s ultimatum left Youseff, the minister''s son. "You have two choices," n dered, pointing towards the relentless horde of undead behind them. "Let us fight together in the garrison, or we retreat west, and you can deal with them yourself."


    The threat in n''s words effectivelypelled Youseff to make a reluctant decision. "If you dare to retreat, I will make sure to hunt you all down myself," he dered with a stern and determined expression.


    With the eastern gate finally opening to allow n''s group inside, they wasted no time in joining the defense efforts. The garrison was already a hive of activity as yers prepared to hold off the undead onught. As they moved into position to defend the eastern front and assist in repelling the undead threat from the north, they quickly realized why the main gate had yet to fall.


    A formidable figure, Amon the two time veteran of the game, one with a face adorned with tattoos, stood tall at the gate, wielding a shield and sword alongside a dozen Egyptian veteran yers. The scene was further punctuated by the sight of three Abomination corpses lying nearby. n could see that Amon possessed a legendary weapon and employed high-level defensive skills, making him a stalwart guardian of the garrison''s main gate.


    Amon''s defensive capabilities were impressive, and he used a skill called [Sentinel Defense] that granted him a defense rating of 100 and a 30% damage reduction to himself. What made it even more valuable was its ability to provide half of the effect to every yer within a 10-meter radius when his shield stood on the ground. This skill had a duration of 5 minutes and a cooldown of 10 minutes.


    Amon''s presence and skills were the main reason why 500 Cairo yers had managed to survive the night thus far. With n''s group of Thand yers joining them, the garrison now boasted a solid number of 800 defenders. However, the situation took a grim turn as the attack came from two fronts this time.


    The battle continued rtively smoothly for an hour, but it soon became evident that, unlike the previous night when the number of undead had started to decline close to the beleaguered defenders, though it was apanied by aplex mix of emotions.


    14:50


    dawn, this time their numbers were steadily increasing instead.


    Three hours before dawn, a sense of dread washed over all the yers as they witnessed the approach of another massive wave of undead. This time, the horde was apanied by a dozen revenants, a few Abomination andbined forces from both the north and eastern sides of the garrison.


    Youssef, growing increasingly anxious, couldn''t help but ask n, "Where is the reinforcement? Where are the Americans?"


    Gaston, themunication officer, found fragmented messages reporting that the Wolverines were heavily engaged in the central garrison battle and wouldn''t be able to provide assistance anytime soon.


    The battle turned even more intense, with yers falling one after another, including n''s Fey warriors. Thankfully, Merlin possessed a mass healing spell that helped prevent them from sumbing to death. However, the group''s stamina was rapidly declining, and the odds seemed stacked against them.


    As the battle raged on, Youssef''s concern for their lives grew more pronounced. He couldn''t help but voice his fear in the midst of the chaos. "Fuck!! Should we retreat?!" he eximed, his voice trembling with anxiety.


    Just when it seemed like a decision had to be made, a thunderous sound pierced the air from the south. n''s eyes widened as he turned to see a column of 500 Roman cavalry knights charging into the fray, their leader none other than Axel, the French nobleman. The sight of this long-awaited reinforcement sent a surge of hope through the beleaguered defenders, though it was apanied by aplex mix of emotions.


    With the 500 cavalry knights joining their ranks, the tide of the battle began to turn decisively in their favor. Thebined might of their forces pushed back the relentless undead horde, and as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, the enemies began to retreat, their dark forces dissolving in the face of the sun''s rays.


    [You have passed the sixth night]


    [1 more night to survive]


    Amidst the tion of victory, n noticed something unusual about a group of yers near Axel. Zancher and four others were adorned in dark knight armor, bearing a distinctive symbol that indicated a special job ss: [Death Knight]. Realization dawned on n, and he fixed his gaze on Axel, his expression a mix of shock.


    "Axel, what have you done?!" Thank you for reading, what do you think he did?


    Avan

 Chapter 203 Casualties

    203 Casualties


    [New York Server: 2,502 (2,289)]


    [Paris Server: 959 (775)]


    [Cairo Server: 607 (478])


    [Bangkok Server: 562 (225])


    The casualties on the sixth night were nothing short of catastrophic, with over 800 yers falling in the face of the relentless undead horde. The toll was particrly devastating for the Bangkok server yers, who suffered the heaviest losses. The eastern garrison''s destruction and the extensive damage to the 10-mile walls forced the leaders to make a grim decision: abandon the walls and retreat to the safety of the Britannia capital city, Camelot.


    As n and the hundreds of surviving yers made their way towards Camelot, they were met with a horrifying sight. Every Britannia town and vige they passed throughy in ruins, reduced to smoldering ashes with no signs of survivors. The once-thriving settlements had been razed to the ground, leaving an eerie silence in their wake. The charred remnants of homes and buildings bore witness to the intensity of the destruction, with ckened timbers and rubble scattered across thendscape. Smoke still billowed from the smoldering ruins, casting a pall of darkness over the once-idyllic countryside.


    The yers couldn''t help but wonder what could have caused such devastation. Vicky''s incredulous question hung in the air, echoing the sentiments of everyone present. "How could this be? It''s only been a few hours since the garrison was destroyed. How could the undead have managed to destroy these viges so quickly?"


    Merle and his team investigated the area and came to a grim conclusion. "These are not the actions of the undead," he reported. "Someone else is responsible for this devastation."


    Daniel voiced the collective confusion and anger. "Who could do something like this, and why? What''s the purpose behind it?"


    A sense of dread hung in the air as Daniel questioned the motives behind these atrocities. n, revealed the horrifying truth¡ªhe knew the requirements for the job ss [Death Knight], which entailed killing 1000 innocent civilians. The sight of five Death Knights, including Zencher, standing around the French nobleman left no room for doubt. Axel had ordered these ruthless individuals to each ughter a thousand helpless Britannia residents.


    The reason behind this gruesome massacre was chillingly pragmatic: farming points. In the context of this round of Apocalypse Game, when vigers perished, they would turn into undead zombies. Axel had exploited this mechanic to umte hundreds of thousands of survival points and XP, even millions. His absence during the critical defense of the garrison was now exined¡ªhe had been busy rounding up thousands of vigers and mercilessly ending their lives to reap the rewards.


    The revtion left the group in a state of shock and anger, their emotions roiling as they contemted the depths to which Axel would sink for his own gain. It was a grim reminder that, in the midst of the apocalypse, some yers were willing tomit unspeakable acts in pursuit of power and advantage.


    n couldn''t help but acknowledge the cunning behind Axel''s n. In the cutthroat world of the apocalypse game, the idea of exploiting such mechanics of umting survival points and experience through such ughter had crossed his mind. However, it was always his n to ally with Artorius and he also didn''t think he could order the deliberate and wholesale massacre of innocent civilians, even if they were just NPCs. Besides, he believed the job ss was not worth the negative consequences it would entail.


    [Job Name: Death Knight]


    [Type: Superior Upgrade]


    [Upgrade: Strength +2]


    [Active Skill: Death Knight Spirit]


    [Increases Attack damage of you and four others in the vicinity by 20% for ten minutes. Each kill further increases damage by 1%, up to a maximum of +10%]


    [Cooldown: 30 minutes]


    [Side effect: Negative rtion with any NPC]


    [The Death Knight, a sinister knight known for killing innocents. Its thirst for blood enhances its battle prowess, searching for more death.]


    Axel''s actions quickly came to light during the meeting held as soon as they reached Camelot City, and it was the first question thrown at him by the leaders of the three servers.


    "Why the hell did you do this!?" Chatri, the newly appointed leader of the Bangkok server, demanded an answer, ming Axel for not sending reinforcements and instead engaging in such a horrifying activity.


    Axel, however, remained calm as always and stated his reasons. He exined that, despite the points and XP gained, he had realized that the walls would not hold against the undead onught. In his view, killing the civilians preemptively was a strategic move to prevent them from bing adversaries when the undead inevitably broke through.


    "That''s very convenient for you! Getting all those points while letting us die!" Chatri retorted angrily, expressing the frustration and anger shared by many in the room.


    Axel calmly replied, "I apologize, it took much longer than expected. I really thought thete General Danupol would be able to hold the garrison longer or would decide to retreat sooner. In fairness, I never ordered all of you to guard the garrison to the death."


    Hearing their respected general''s name being casually used as an excuse for Axel''s actions only served to deepen Chatri''s rage. With a visible scowl, he abruptly stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving an atmosphere of tension in his wake. Singdal, one of the Thand yers, chose to remain in the meeting, deciding to hear out the rest of the discussion.


    Youseff, the leader of the Egypt server, looked toward Singdal andmented, "I think you need to find a more mature leader." Thisment struck a nerve with Singdal and the other Thand yers who were present, further escting the emotions in the room.


    Amidst the rising tension and growing animosity in the room, Captain Carter''smanding presence managed to cut through the negative atmosphere with a single word. "Let''s focus on the objectives," she dered, her aura of authority instantly capturing everyone''s attention. Her words had a calming effect on the room, reminding the leaders that, despite their differences and grievances, they needed toe together for the sake of their survival.


    Axel, sensing the shift in mood, directed his gaze towards the assembled leaders and spoke in a sincere tone, attempting to mend some bridges. "I realized I had underestimated the challenge of this round. The undead indeed have a muchrger number than we expected," he admitted. Then, he shamelessly said, "Let us not dwell on the past and instead focus on the future."


    n, despite his desire to leave the room and distance himself from Axel, understood the importance of staying informed about the Frenchman''s ns for defending Camelot. He remained seated, ready to hear what Axel had in store for their next moves.


    With abined force of 3,700 yers from the four servers and an additional 500 city guards and 500 cavalrymen from Britannia, the defenders of Camelot numbered close to 5,000 strong.


    "Camelot city walls were higher and sturdy, with 5000 men guarding it, we would not lose this round," the French noble said confidently.


    Unfortunatly n doesn''t have the same confidence, he recognizes that without proper preparation and strategy, there could still be hundreds or even thousands of casualties among their ranks. The stakes were high, and the oue of the next battle would determine their fate in this round of the game.


    The leaders began by discussing the cement of their defenses. With their current numbers, they decided on a split-defense approach. The New York server would be responsible for guarding the west wing of the city, while the other three servers would take charge of the east wing, supported by the 500 city guards. The cavalrymen were designated as a backup unit.


    n found this division of responsibilities agreeable, as it meant they wouldn''t have to work closely with the French yers.


    Once the cement was settled, the discussion shifted to tactics. They explored the n of creating multiple barricades and trenches outside the walls as a first line of defense. Additionally, they considered the use of siege defense weapons like rocks and stones that could be hurled at the approaching undead hordes. The preparations were meticulous, and every detail counted as they readied themselves for the seventh night''s onught.


    In the mention of such a tactic, Axel turned his attention to n and asked, "I heard about your remarkable dynamites. I''m sure you''ll be willing to share such valuable resources with the group, won''t you?"


    n was annoyed with the request, but agreed to trade it with some of Axel''s cavalry units and The Frenchman epted this arrangement.


    With the strategic preparationsid out, Axel concluded the meeting with a statement of resolve, saying, "Okay then, we have a long day ahead of us. Let''s prepare for battle."


    Once the meeting ended, and as others began to disperse, Axel approached n and suggested, "Let''s have a chat in private, shall we?"


    x x x x x x x x x x x


    I wonder if u agree with Axel action?


    Avan

 Chapter 204 Request

    204 Request


    The French noble led him to a room, and to n''s surprise, there were three other yers waiting for them. Among them were Cachellos of the ck Sand Mercenary, Zencher the new Death Knight, and a figure in silver-d armor known as the Silver Rapier. n couldn''t help but feel a bit uneasy about the unexpectedpany.


    Looking at the three of them in the room, n raised an eyebrow and said, "What is this? Do you want to cut my arms again?"


    Hearing this, Axel chuckled and calmly took a seat, gesturing for n to do the same. He said, "To think you could even regain your arm in the game¡­ and level 38!! Wow!! You really are amazing, n, very resourceful¡­"


    n''s expression remained stern as he replied, "I am sorry¡­ I am allergic to ttery... Cut to the chase."


    Seeing n''s reaction, Zencher''s face turned red with anger, and he shouted, "You lowlifes!! How dare you speak with such insolence!!"


    Axel, however, remained unruffled by n''s words. Instead, he gazes at Zencher, silentlypelling him to calm down. With a courteous smile, Axel turned his attention back to n.


    "Alright... Alright," Axel said in a soothing tone, "n, we are here to discuss a matter of great importance¡ªthe bonus quest to eliminate the Necromancer. Are you interested?"


    n nced at Cachellos, who seemed unperturbed by the situation. It became apparent that this was indeed about the bonus quest. n sighed and said,"Alright, tell me more about it."


    Axel began to exin the events of the past two days. Silver Rapier, apanied by Cachellos and his team of veterans, had been on a quest to track down the Necromancer. After sessfully locating and defeating one of the B-ranking undead generals in the northern region, they had unlocked a B-ranking quest titled [The Lich King Tomb]. Axel''s intention was to extend an invitation to n to join this quest.


    n quickly pieced together that this quest Axel was proposing was likely the same one he already had, albeit with a slightly different objective. Axel''s quest focused on clearing out the tomb, while n''s version revolved around defeating the Fey Witch who likely resided within the same tomb.


    However, n had no intention of revealing his quest, so he inquired, "Why didn''t you share this quest during the meeting, and why approach me separately?"


    Axel responded with a knowing smile, "Well, they''ll be quite upied with the defense preparations. Let''s not burden them with additional concerns. Besides, bringing arge group of people would only make the mission more challenging, don''t you agree?"


    n pondered Axel''s words in silence. Then, the ever-calm Cachellos chimed in, "We already have 30 experienced veterans prepared for this quest. You can bring along a few more if you want."


    n maintained his calm demeanor as he probed further "You still haven''t answered my question. Why me?" He then directed his gaze at Cachelos, the renowned mercenary leader, and added, "You have plenty of skilled yers at your disposal, and I doubt you''d share such a high reward purely out of the goodness of your heart. So, tell me the truth."


    Axel chuckled once more, showing a hint of amusement, and replied, "You''re right; honesty is important in our discussions." He then turned to the Silver Rapier, who stood silently, awaiting Axel''s instructions. Axel nodded, and the mysterious figure activated the quest to share with n.


    [Hidden quest activated]


    [You received a B-level quest: The Lich King Tomb]


    [An ancient tomb of the old Britannia King has be the undeadir, find and clear out the Tomb]


    Upon seeing the quest notification, n couldn''t suppress a wry grin. "You don''t know the location of the tomb, dont you?" This time n was the one who chuckled saying "This is your karma for exterminating all those NPCs."


    n''s mind raced as he pieced together the puzzle Axel presented. It was clear to him that Artorius likely possessed knowledge of his ancestor''s tomb''s location, but with the knightmander now gone, that avenue had been sealed off. Axel seemed to hope that n could gather information about the tomb from his surviving knights or the Feypanions who had apanied him on his journey.


    Axel''s voice took on a pleading tone as he posed the question, "So, will youe and help us?" n pondered the request carefully. In truth, n had already devised a n to tackle the quest on his own, relying on the yers he trusted and the loyal Fey warriors. On the other hand, Cachellos and the veteran yers could undoubtedly be valuable assets in the quest, but he would rather fail the quest than bring these veteran yers, whom he couldn''t fully trust. There was a chance that they might turn on him once the quest waspleted.


    Ultimately, n decided to prioritize trust over potential advantages. With a firm resolve, he replied to Axel''s imploring question, "No, I won''t help."


    The words hung in the air, final and resolute. n wasmitted to his chosen path.


    With his decision made, n turned away, fully prepared to leave the room. The Silver Rapier, shrouded in mystery and masked in silence, moved to follow him, but n was ready this time. He swiftly aimed his sawed-off shotgun at the fully d figure and issued a stern warning, "One step closer, and I will blow your head off!"


    Before he could depart, Axel made onest attempt to persuade him. "This quest could significantly lighten out tonight''s battle and increase our chances of survival. Why wouldn''t you care to help?"


    n turned back to Axel, meeting the man''s gaze with a cold, unyielding stare. "Like you even care."


    Axel responded calmly, "Well, I don''t. But you do. So, the only reason you refused is that you n toplete this quest yourself, isn''t it?"


    Knowing there was no point in denying it, n admitted, "Yes, you''re right. I might."


    "Then the only reason you declined," Axel continued, "is because of me. You don''t like me."


    n''s voice was unwavering as he confirmed, "Yes, I don''t like you, and I certainly don''t trust you."


    Rather than reacting with anger or frustration, Axel, the French nobleman, surprisingly chuckled once again, which caught n off guard."Ooo n... I am disappointed. I thought you, of all people, would understand me."


    n''s confusion was palpable, and Axel took it upon himself to rify. "Don''t you know why I am so greedy for those points?" When he noticed no immediate reaction from n, he continued, "Don''t you know what my family, the Arnebout family, is famous for?"


    It took n a moment to recall the questions, he had been so deeply immersed in the Apocalypse game that he barely updated with the things going on in teh real world. Took him a few seconds before finally, it hit him¡ªthe Arnebout family was known for owning a massive pharmaceutical corporation. This realization sent a wave of anxiety through him.


    Axel maintained his wicked smile as he gazed at n, exining, "Do you get it now?... I have a simr reason for ying this game as you do¡ªto umte as many points as possible and bring back as many of those miracle serums to the real world... just like you''re trying to do for your daughter."


    The mention of his daughter''s name sent a surge of anger through n, causing him to tremble as he demanded, "What are you trying to say?! SAY IT!"


    Axel continued with a sinister undertone, "Ah, now you get it. You see... the quest could truly benefit you, and us too.. help us earn more points, and ultimately aid in securing your daughter''s treatment. It ...really would be a shame if your little Arria ...were to go without her much-needed treatment."


    n grasped the message hidden beneath Axel''s words ¨C if he refused to help, this man would harm his beloved daughter.


    "You Bastard!!"


    His heart pounded with anger and frustration as he absorbed the gravity of Axel''s veiled threat. The mere idea that someone would stoop so low as to use his daughter as leverage sent waves of fury surging through him. He felt a burning desire to unleash his pent-up rage, to confront Axel in a way that would make him pay for his despicable tactics.


    But n knew he needed to tread carefully. Axel had forced his hand, and the safety of his daughter was paramount. He couldn''t risk endangering Arria by defying this ruthless adversary. With his voice dripping with irritation, he reluctantly agreed to Axel''s demand, "We will leave in 5 hours."


    n left the room, holding onto his anger. He understood that merely eliminating Axel wouldn''t suffice. The man had secured his survival in the Apocalypse game with the hundreds of thousands of points he obtained from killing innocent civilians.n needed to devise a more strategic n to deal with this looming threat.

 Chapter 205 Last Meeting

    205 Last Meeting


    n returned to aplex within Camelot City, where his friends and all the New York server yers had gathered. Despite being among the servers with the fewest casualties, they had still suffered a significant loss of over a thousand yers in thest six days. Nearly everyone had lost a friend or acquaintance in the relentless onught of the Apocalypse Game.


    The game''s mission parameters were clearly shown in their game link


    [Main Quest: Survive]


    [Time: 7 days]


    [Secondary Quest (Optional): Kill the source of darkness]


    [Mission Failure Penalty: 10,000 survival points]


    Initially, the yers might have felt relief when they saw that the main quest for this round appeared simplerpared to previous objectives, like taking over the town during the second round. However, as time passed, the game''s cruel nature became increasingly apparent.


    A death during this round carried a double penalty ¨C losing 10,000 points for the death itself and an additional 10,000 points for failing the mission. The cheers of having an "easy" main quest were reced with the harsh reality that even a single death could lead to a significant point loss.


    This grim realization sank in further when they understood that they couldn''t change the fate of those who had already perished, no matter how well they performed on thest day of defense. The game''s unforgiving nature left them with the somber truth that some losses were irreversible.


    Furthermore, the prospect of gaining 20,000 points to offset the penalty seemed daunting. To achieve this, they would need to kill at least 100 undead, if not counting the bonus points from the quest. In reality, only a small fraction, maybe around 10%, could collect such a substantial number of points. For the majority, their deaths were indeed final.


    n returned and saw Captain Carter presiding over a simple ceremony, where a few words were spoken in honor of the fallen yers, and encouragement was offered to those who remained. It was a solemn moment, a reminder of the sacrifices made, and a call to stay strong in the face of adversity.


    Once the brief ceremony concluded, Captain Carter organized the yers into two shifts. Half of them were granted a well-deserved 4-hour rest, while the other half began the arduous task of fortifying the city''s defenses with barricades and trenches outside its walls.


    Simultaneously, the team leaders were summoned by the female captain for their final meeting.


    In this crucial gathering, they discussed the allocation of resources and personnel. They categorized the yers based on their strength, one with knights'' job ss designated as the front liners, warriors forming the second line of defense, and soldiers positioned at the backline. Among the 2000-plus yers, there were also two dozen yers who took the acolytes job ss and possessed the spell [minor healing] as their primary form of support. The remaining healing tasks would be handled by the dedicated support team.


    Seeing the arrangement that had been made, n decided to share his strategic insight with the group. He suggested that the warriors and soldiers remain vignt and prepared to handle any situations that might arise inside the city walls. When people inquired about the reason behind his advice, he exined, "I believe that on this final night, there will be undead flying units; so watch the night sky and save your ammunition for them."


    By this stage of the game, Captain Carter and the other officers had learned to take n''s advice seriously, as his predictions had consistently proven urate. Even Captain Farell had given up on arguing against it.


    The allocation of leadership roles then became the focus of discussion. Surprisingly, n declined to ept any position, which raised questions among the group.


    "What''s going on? Are you nning something else?" Vicky asked with concern.


    Captain Carter, too, sought rification. "Does this have to do with your conversation with the Frenchman?"


    n nodded and proceeded to exin the situation to the group regarding the quest for the tomb and his n to bring the fey warriors with him.


    "I''ming with you, Mr. D.!" eximed Daniel excitedly. His enthusiasm quickly spread, and others expressed their desire to join as well, including Vicky, Milo, and even Lieutenant Marsh, who argued that it was his turn to apany n.


    n appreciated their willingness to support him, but he had to decline their offers "Maybe on the next quest, this time only veterans will be joining. It''s a B-rank quest after all."


    In reality, this was a lie. n couldn''t bear to put his friends at risk with Axel''s men leading the mission, as he had no control over the quest. Surprisingly, one figure volunteered to join.


    "I''m a veteran; I will apany you," dered Merle, the Crimson gunner.


    Merle''s offer to apany n was met with genuine appreciation from the group. As a veteran yer with significant experience and skills, his presence would undoubtedly be helpful to n.


    n knew that the Crimson Gunner''s motivation stemmed from the desire for any potential rewards, especially after missing out on the [Super Soldier] reward in the previous round.However, n couldn''t ignore the harsh realities of the game''s mechanics. Veterans like Merle faced double the penaltypared to neers when it came to umting points. This meant that Merle would need to amass a staggering 40,000 points to ensure his safety in the event of mission failure.


    "I am sorry Merle, not this time."


    At the end, n recognized the necessity of having Merle on the mission to defend Camelot. Merle''s expertise would be crucial inbating the flying undead, this message also pointed to Rose, who had been silently observing the proceedings with a watchful eye.


    As concerns and worries filled the room, n decided to bring the discussion to a close with a final decision. "Don''t worry, I''ll be back before nightfall." He reassured the group with a hopeful smile. However, it was clear that none of them truly believed such optimistic words.

 Chapter 206 Last Preparations

    <h4>Chapter 206 Last Preparations</h4>


    The meeting concluded, but n still couldn''t shake off the looming threat posed by Axel. Unable to contact the real world until the round was over, he found himself in a frustrating and powerless situation. He knew that he would have to address Axel''s threat eventually, but for now, he had to make the most of the limited time he had left within the game.


    n''s mind raced as he set new priorities to navigate the challenges of the round. He decided to begin by gathering information about the quest he had undertaken. With his [Trusted] rtionship status with the NPCs and the right questions, he turned to Merlin the chief of the fey. Through their conversation, n managed to extract valuable information regarding the quest, specifically the location of the Lich King Tomb.


    Having both quests active allowed n to glean additional details. He learned that the Lich King Tomb could only be essed at dusk, precisely one hour before nightfall.


    Taking into ount the location of the Lich King Tomb, whichy 20 miles north of a wall, n estimated it would be an hour''s ride on horseback or a three-hour journey on foot. This meant he had some extra time to spare, and he decided to keep the information about the quest from the Frenchman Axel for as long as possible, not revealing his hand prematurely.


    n''s next destination was the crafting team, where he intended to assist in preparing for the impending battle. One piece of excellent news was that Shamus, the skilled cksmith, had sessfully upgraded his [Smithing] skill to the [Master] level. This advancement granted him the ability to craft [umon] items using parts of mon items], a skill that mirrored n''s own [Science] ability but was focused solely on metalwork. Achieving this upgrade had cost Shamus 10,000 of his hard-earned survival points, as well as all of hisbined rank rewards, showcasing his unwavering dedication to his craft.


    With Shamus''s new capabilities, n delegated the task of crafting an [Umon] long metal spear to be provided for defending the wall.


    While most of the support team was upied with the metalwork, n gathered some of them to assist in crafting additional [Medical Bandage] and [Dynamite], ensuring that they had a stockpile of essential items for the challenges ahead.


    Afterward, n paid a visit to the special unit and surprised them with his request to take the prototype items they had developed for his uing quest. Dn, speaking on behalf of their team, agreed to his request but cautioned,


    "Yes, You can have them, but keep in mind that they''re still prototypes. There''s a chance they might not function properly." n nodded in understanding and received a brief exnation of how to use the items effectively.


    Before departing from the workshop, n reminded Bill about the importance of setting up a dedicated team responsible for collecting loot during the final day of the round. With the impending end of the round, it was crucial to ensure that all valuable items were safely stored in the [spatial ring] before time ran out.


    Continuing down his checklist, n proceeded to the rendezvous point to conduct the trade with the Britannia Knights. Zencher, the annoying representative from the French side, proved to be difficult during negotiations. His initial offer was unreasonable, but n didn''t require too many knights for his n. After some haggling, they settled on a trade of 30 dynamites in exchange for 100 Brittania cavalry units.


    Apanying the cavalry unit was their captain, a unit leader responsible for a hundred men. Upon their official assignment to n''smand, the captain''s rtionship status immediately shifted to [ted].


    n then led them to one of the designated New York server barracks. He sought out the New York server''s most formidable yer, Lieutenant Summer.


    As a veteran and the leader of the special forces team, he was the best choice to take charge of the newly acquired cavalry unit. n handed overmand to Lieutenant Summer and provided him with detailed instructions on how to effectively utilize the cavalry.


    "I trust they are in capable hands, Lieutenant," n affirmed, fully intending to leave the unit under the lieutenant''smand topensate for his absence during the impending battle.


    Shortly after leaving the barracks, n received an irritating notification: [Sleep deprivation]. Time was a preciousmodity, and he couldn''t afford a full night''s rest. Instead, he retrieved a [Sleeping bag] and a special food item, a [Blueberry pie], from Luis. These items allowed him to alleviate the sleep deprivation penalty with just two and a half hours of rest. n settled down, determined to maximize his limited time.


    Upon waking, n found himself on schedule for the pre-arranged meeting. He wasted no time in preparing for the uing quest and headed toward the designated meeting point. To his surprise, he was intercepted by two figures: Vicky and Rose. The two girls had made their preparations and were resolute in their decision to join him on this crucial quest.


    "We have more than 20,000 survival points to spare, so don''t worry about our safety and let use with you," Vicky asserted, trying to reassure n of their capabilities and resources.


    n couldn''t help but feel touched by their concern for his well-being. However, he had a different n in mind for them. He met Rose''s gaze and exined, "The location is an underground tomb, and your sniper skills won''t be as useful there." Then he turned to Vicky before she could argue her case and continued, "As for you, your defense skills are needed here, especially against the undead general. They require your abilities."


    Vicky was somewhat irritated by n''s decision but agreed to stay with one condition ¨C n would ept back the two items he had given her: the [Shield of the White Knight] and [Strength Gauntlet]. n epted the items and looked at both of them, saying,


    "Stay safe," before departing for the quest.

 Chapter 207 Veterans

    <h4>Chapter 207 Veterans</h4>


    As n made his way towards the designated meeting ce just outside of Camelot city, he was apanied by four NPCs: Merlin, Guinevere, Percival, Dag, and five fey warriors. All of them were mounted on horses, a strategic choice based on the nature of the quest and its location. n believed that bringing a smaller group would be more effective, allowing the remaining fey warriors to provide support for his friends within Camelot''s walls.


    When he arrived at the meeting point, n found a group of two dozen individuals waiting for him. He recognized roughly half of them; they were abined group of ck Sand mercenaries from two different teams. The New York server team was led by the scar-faced Hispanic Cachellos, while the French team wasmanded by a tall, blonde man wearing thin sses ¨C a veteran yer named Gabriel Baptiste, known as the Bishop.


    Among Cachello''s team were several notable members: Fin ''Force,'' Maddox the formidable warrior; Nash ''Tempest'' Rourke, the Elementalist with mastery over lightning-based attacks; and Cade Harlow, the Archer known for his precision and uracy.


    Within the French ck Sand team, n recognized Cammie, the Blue ster, stood out with her striking blue-highlighted hair and a massive energy gun slung over her back. Then there was Darcy Manon, known as the Bear, a formidable figure with imposing, hairy arms. Lastly, a man with long brown hair named Florent ''Gale'' Collete sat in silence, his spear standing high.


    All of the two dozen yers gathered there were not just veterans with over 40 levels; they were highly trained mercenaries in the real world. They were considered the cream of the crop, the best team money could buy in the Apocalypse game.


    As he approached the gathered mercenaries, n initiated the conversation, stating, "I guess we''re all waiting for the boss now."


    Cammie, the blue-haired and somewhat wild girl, fixed him with a fierce gaze. "This one... he is the Teacher, isn''t he?" she questioned.


    "Yes, you could say that. I am n," he confirmed.


    Gabriel Baptiste, known as the Bishop, stepped forward and politely introduced himself. He then observed n''spanions and inquired, "All NPCs?" He particrly took notice of the elderly Merlin with much interest.


    As they waited, another group approached from the city. Axel himself led this group, apanied by his bodyguard, The Silver Rapier, Zencher, and two other Death Knights. They were also joined by 30 Britannia Cavalry Knights. To n''s surprise, two other veteran figures, Marcus and Jason of the Blood Patriot, were among Axel''s followers. The fact that Axel could attract such extremist yers demonstrated the extent of his influence.


    Axel surveyed the group of yers and NPCs, totaling 70 in number, with satisfaction. He then turned to n and issued his orders. "Okay, everyone is here already. Please lead the way."


    n led the way, guiding the group northward and passing through the half-destroyed gate that marked the city''s boundary. They proceeded eastward into the destendscape beyond, where the once-green fields had turned into a grim tableau of death and decay.


    As they ventured further from Camelot''s safety, the signs of impending doom became increasingly evident. Thendscape was marred by withered trees, dead grass, and scattered skeletons, while rotting corpsesy scattered about, waiting for the encroaching night to reanimate them into a grotesque army of the undead.


    In a moment of curiosity, Zencher decided to test one of the nearby corpses by beheading it, hoping to gain some valuable XP or points. However, his efforts were in vain, as these lifeless bodies were nothing more than macabre decorations, devoid of any reward.


    As they continued their journey northward, the sheer scale of the horror unfolding before them became undeniable. Piles of corpses began to umte, forming gruesome mounds of death that stretched as far as the eye could see.


    n had never witnessed such a gruesome sight during his previous journeys to the north. It was clear that the game had reserved an apocalyptic climax for tonight''s battle.


    Riding past thousands of undead, the group couldn''t help but feel that this journey was turning into a one-way trip, filled with uncertainty and dread.


    n, his mind still grappling with the gruesome scene around them, decided to engage Axel in a conversation. He was curious about Axel''s motivations and asked, "Tell me, why are you risking so much for this quest? What''s your ultimate goal here?"


    The French noble turned to n, wearing a wry smile, and replied, "Well, isn''t this the main quest of the round?" He went on to casually reveal that in the previous round, he and his French team had sessfully disabled a weapon of mass destruction (WMD), but they had failed to ess the scientists'' research, which he believed to be the round''s grand reward. "This time," he said with determination, "I''m not going to miss it."


    The super soldier serum he had received in the previous round indeed had been a substantial prize, leaving him to wonder what kind of extraordinary reward might await them in this quest.


    "We''re close," n announced, pointing toward a stone building that served as the catb. Perched on high ground, overlooking the eastern sea, the location had an air of majesty about it, despite the gloomy, dusky sky and the hundreds of corpses strewn around.


    Upon reaching the massive stone door of the catb, the group received an update to their quest:


    [You have found the Lich King Tomb]


    [You received E rank reward x1]


    [You received 1000 survival points, 1000 XP]


    [Hidden Quest Updated]


    [Warning: The catbs will be open at Dusk. To clear the tomb, you need to destroy the 4 Lich King generals]


    The update stirred excitement among the veterans, as such a quest involving the elimination of multiple bosses promised substantial experience points and rewards.


    "Alright, let''s open the gate," Axel dered, ready to embark on this perilous journey into the unknown.


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    Author''s Note:


    Dear readers,


    As this chapter concludes, the month of November draws to a close. I hope that the chapters have met your expectations and provided you with enjoyment.


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 Chapter 208 Catacomb

    208 Catb


    "Urgh!! It won''t budge!!" grumbled Darcy the Bear, a veteran French yer with a B+ Strength, as he struggled in vain to push the stone door open.


    Cammie, the woman with blue hair, couldn''t help but chuckle at his futile efforts. "You dumbass, it''s not dusk yet! Of course, it won''t open!"


    With the understanding that they had to wait for the right time, the group turned their attention to Axel, looking to him for guidance. ording to the timer disyed in the game link, they had 45 minutes until the gate would open. Axel made the decision to suggest that the group take a short break to pass the time. Meanwhile, Cachelos decided to send Cade, the Archer, and a few scouts to explore the area and gather information.


    "Smart move,"mented Gabriel, the Bishop, nodding in approval.


    All the veterans in the group were seasoned survivors, and even before entering the tomb, they had already begun considering their escape n. With just one hour remaining before nightfall and an army of undead standing between them and Camelot City, they understood that their options were limited. They had two main choices: find a secure route back to the city or hunker down inside the tomb.


    With this in mind, Cachellos took the initiative to analyze the structure of the stone catb. Depending on how events unfolded, he nned to take decisive action, including potentially destroying the entrance to the tomb. His goal was to secure the group inside and wait patiently until dawn when the round would conclude.


    n, who also possessed extensive experience in ying the game, had made simr preparations. He had scouted the area, including the cliffs and the river leading to the sea, before returning with his own notes.


    As n rejoined the group, the sun had already disappeared below the horizon. With dusk settling in, the tomb suddenly came to life, its ancient markings glowing with an eerie luminescence. This time, with a gentle push, the door swung open effortlessly, revealing the mysterious depths of the catb.


    Axel swiftly organized his group of knights. Ten knights were stationed outside the tomb, while the remaining 20 took their positions at the forefront, ready to clear the path for the yers as they ventured deeper into the catb.


    The tunnel leading down stretched for approximately 100 meters before finally opening into a vast chamber that spanned a thousand square meters. As they entered, torches adorning the walls automatically ignited, revealing the expanse of the chamber.


    In the center of the room stood an imposing coffin, its presencemanding attention. However, the walls of the chamber were marred by a series of ominous holes, each containing lifeless bodies.


    Moments after they all entered the chamber, an eerie whispering chant filled the air. The veterans quickly understood the gravity of the situation and what might unfold next.


    Cachellos reacted swiftly. He drew his twin des and raised his voice tomand the group, "Prepare for battle!" The tension in the chamber grew palpable as everyone readied themselves for the impending confrontation.


    As anticipated, the chamber began to tremble, and the corpses lining the walls stirred with movement. More than a hundred lifeless forms, resembling zombie warriors, slowly emerged from their resting ces. However, these were no ordinary undead; there was an unsettling strength in their forms, visible cold air escaping their mouths, and eerie blue lights emanating from their empty eye sockets.


    A notification shed across the yers'' game links:


    [Draugr]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank D+]


    These creatures were two levels above the skeleton warriors, one level superior to the Britannia knights, and only one level below the NPC champions. These were the elite guards of the king, reanimated through potent magic.


    Facing a hundred of these formidable creatures would spell disaster for most yers, but not for these seasoned veterans. Their expressions morphed into eager grins, filled with anticipation for the rewards that defeating such high-ranking foes would bring.


    "FIGHT!!!" Chacellos''smand rang out, and the group surged forward, weapons at the ready, prepared to take on the formidable Draugr.


    A swift and chaotic battle erupted within the chamber as humans shed with the Draugr. The sounds of spells being cast, the echoes of fiery explosions, and the sh of swords and spears reverberated through the cavernous space.


    Much like all undead adversaries, the Draugr possessed substantial health pools, boasting over 400 HP each, along withmendable strength and agility. This madending a decisive blow on them no easy feat. Fortunately, their weaponry was rather crude and prone to shattering after just a couple of exchanges.


    Seizing an opportune moment when the Draugr''s defense weakened, n swiftly executed a powerful strike using his [RingWraith] weapon.


    Equipped with ''[Strength Gauntlet],'' n''s strength had been enhanced from D to C-, granting him a 20% boost in base damage. Coupled with his mastery in swordsmanship and the additional benefit of [Minor Blessing], n managed to inflict a hefty 148 points of damage with his initial strike. He followed up with two more rapid strikes, relentlessly attacking the Draugr until the formidable foe finally sumbed to its injuries and copsed.


    [You have received 400 XP and 200 Survival points]


    The Draugr proved to be an even more lucrative source of rewards than the skeletons, offering more than double the experience points and survival points. This motivated the veteran yers to press on, eager to y as many of these formidable foes as possible.


    However, as they battled their way through the undead horde, a sudden disturbance in the chamber caught their attention. The massive coffin at the center of the room began to shake violently, and from within emerged a monstrous figure.


    [Draugr General]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank: B-]


    This colossal foe was one of the four Undead Generals that needed to be defeated. Its abrupt appearance significantly heightened the difficulty of the battle, adding a newyer of challenge to their already perilous situation.

 Chapter 209 Veteran Battle

    209 Veteran Battle


    Despite the appearance of individual battles, the veterans were actually fighting in four separate groups, each with a distinct role and strategy. Cachellos and his mercenary team held the left side, positioning themselves to deal with any threats from that direction. Gabriel and his group took up the right side. n''s team, consisting of NPCpanions and Axel''s group, stood side by side in the center, all activated their job-ss buffs, prepared to face whatever dangers emerged from the heart of the tomb.


    As the giant undead general emerged from its coffin, both n and Axel''s teams were the first to engage. The Draugr General was an intimidating figure, standing at an imposing 5 meters in height. Its eye sockets emitted an eerie blue light as it wielded a colossal, rusty sword. A deafening roar echoed through the catb as it swung the heavy de, cutting down Britannia knights and severely injuring the Death Knight yers, taking a hundred health points away despite their high defense rating.


    Witnessing the creature''s incredible strength and ferocity, Axel urgently shouted, "Take a few steps back!" The teams quickly heeded hismand, backing away from the monstrous foe.


    While Axel''s strategy leaned towards a defensive approach, relying on his Britannia knights to keep the Draugr General upied until the mercenaries could fully engage, n had different intentions. He sought to maximize his rewards from the boss monster, which required inflicting as much damage as possible. To achieve this goal, he devised a n and called upon Percival and Dag to provide him with protection, positioning them at his left and right sides.


    With a clear path straight to the Draugr General, n unleashed his skills to bypass the creature''s defenses. He initiated a rapid assault with his [Lunge Strike], a skill that inflicted a substantial 95 damage. Using Axel''s Britannia knights as a buffer and distraction, he maneuvered around the giant undead''s feet, continuouslynding strikes.


    Fighting such massive creatures in confined spaces demanded agility and hit-and-run tactics. n''s blows consistently dealt around 100 damage and left cursed marks on the Draugr General, weakening its defenses by 1% with each strike. His calcted approach aimed to whittle down the formidable foe''s health while avoiding its devastating attacks.


    n''s swift and calcted actions set the pace for the battle. The Silver Rapier and the two Blood Patriot yers, Marcus and Jason, followed his lead, utilizing their unique abilities. The two yers tapped into their wolf transformations, enhancing their agility and executing simr hit-and-run tactics on the Draugr General.


    Zencher, though hesitant to get too close to the colossal undead, remained nearby, emanating his Death Knight aura, which provided a significant 10% boost to the damage output to himself, the Silver Rapier, Marcus, and Jason.


    As the battle raged on, other veterans couldn''t resist joining the fray. Florent, leaped into action, and with his long hair fluttering in the air, hended on the creature''s back, delivering a powerful thrust with his Epic spear.


    "Save some for me!" shouted Cammie, positioning herself behind the Death Knight to take precise shots with her energy weapons.The battlefield was alive with the intense energy of battle as these skilled veterans coordinated their efforts to take down the formidable Draugr General.


    Cammie''s energy st drew the attention of the Draugr General, causing it to pivot its massive head toward her. Instead of retreating, Cammie boldly moved closer to Axel, dering, "I''m not going anywhere; this is the safest spot."


    Her audacity irked Zencher, prompting him to call on the Death Knights to protect their boss. But before the Draugr General could close the distance, a towering furry figure intervened. Darcy Manon, in his Bear transformation, deployed his immense strength to halt the undead monstrosity''s advance, gripping its arm and halting the movement of the massive undead sword.


    With the Draugr General momentarily restrained, Nash, the Tempest, chanted a powerful lightning spell. Channeling the storm''s fury, he conjured a bolt of lightning that crackled with immense energy. The bolt seared through the air, striking the Draugr General with devastating force.


    Simultaneously, Cade, the Archer, fired rapid arrows, each arrow carrying an explosive payload. Upon impact with the undead monstrosity, the arrows detonated in a series of fiery explosions, further ravaging the creature''s already battered form.


    Thisbination of Nash''s lightning attack and Cade''s explosive arrows created a relentless assault that was taking a toll on the Draugr General. The boss creature struggled to withstand the ferocity of their onught as its health bar steadily dwindled.


    In just a matter of minutes, the formidable boss creature found itself under relentless assault from these battle-hardened veterans, causing its health to plummet rapidly.


    Determined not to fall behind in the damage race, n directed his shotgun sts at the creature''s knee joints, delivering a devastating 300 points of damage. The force of the sts caused the Draugr General to stumble and copse onto one knee.


    Seizing the opportunity, n swiftly mbered up the creature''s massive arm. With unwavering resolve, he activated his [de Frenzy] skill,unching a rapid flurry of lethal attacks upon the creature''s head. Each strikended with precision, inflicting an average of 150 points of damage.


    This concentrated assault pushed the Draugr General''s health bar below the 20% mark, driving it into a frenzied state. In its fury, the creature began to swing its massive de wildly, striking out at nearby mercenary yers and inflicting substantial damage upon them. The battlefield became a chaotic and perilous battleground as the boss creature fought desperately to defend itself.


    As the chaos unfolded, Gabriel the Bishop began to chant fervently, invoking a divine plea: "Lord of Light, grant your servant the blessing of your might, cleanse this ce with your mercy."


    As his chant reached its zenith, Gabriel unleashed a potent spell: [Holy Circle: Sanctuary]. This high-level spell created a protective area imbued with divine energy. Within the sanctuary, those allied with the caster received a substantial boost to their healing and defense, while the undead were repelled and forced away from the protected area.


    However, this benevolent act had an unintended consequence. The enraged undead general turned its attention towards n''s side, threatening his loyal NPC knights. In a matter of moments, the Draugr General struck down both champion knights with one mighty swings of its colossal de. The two champion knights were in danger, but neither n''s sword nor Guinevere''s arrows could halt the relentless fury of the undead behemoth.


    Fortunately, behind them, the legendary NPC Merlin has concluded his incantation, a frigid chill swept through the area around n as the wizard cast [Ice Prison], a powerful spell that momentarily immobilized the massive undead creature, leaving it defenseless and vulnerable.


    In those critical seconds, all the veterans seized the opportunity. They unleashed barrage of skills and attacks upon the Draugr General, relentlessly chipping away at its remaining health. In the end, it was n who delivered the decisive blow with his skill [Power Strike], shattering the undead monstrosity into a myriad of lifeless pieces.


    A triumphant message appeared before n''s eyes:


    [You have killed the Draugr General].


    [You received 1500 XP, 1500 survival points, rank E reward]


    [You received one rare box]


    The fact that he had earned these rewards alongside a dozen other veterans in the intense battle was deemed highly fortunate. n couldn''t contain his excitement as he opened the rare box, and his eyes gleamed with anticipation. Inside, he discovered a superior-level essory:


    [Name: Magic Ring]


    [Type: essories]


    [Rarity: Superior]


    [Attributes: Spirit points+20]


    [Effects: Magic resistance 20%, Spirit regeneration speed +20%]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: Just amon magic ring]


    The descriptionbeled it as a mon magic ring," but in reality, this essory was anything butmon. In the world of the Apocalypse game, acquiring essories that enhanced spirit-rted attributes was exceptionally rare. For n, this was a valuable find and one of the best superior-level essories he could hope for, especially given his dire need for improved spirit-rted capabilities.


    With the Draugr General vanquished, the group faced the arduous task of clearing the remaining Draugr in the room. It took them several extra minutes of relentlessbat, but eventually, the threat was over.


    However, victory came at a cost. In the aftermath of the battle, they counted their losses: 12 Britannia knights and 2 fey warriors had fallen. Fortunately, the group of veterans remained unharmed. The coordination and expertise of these seasoned yers had made defeating a B-rank boss appear surprisingly manageable.


    As they caught their breath, Axel voiced the next steps, "One general down, three more to go."


    Reflecting on the rtively swift battle, some among them dared to entertain the notion that they might clear the quest before nightfall. But their optimism was short-lived as they surveyed their surroundings. There were no visible doors or pathways leading anywhere.


    Soon enough, the veterans realized what their next challenge was.


    "Dammit, it''s a puzzle challenge," Simr frustration was shown by all the yers. Hope you enjoy the chapter, please dont forget to share your power stone and golden ticket


    Avan

 Chapter 210 Puzzle

    210 Puzzle


    The group found themselves in a quandary, with no clear path forward. If the previous round stop them with locked door that required a high-ranking lockpick skill, this one demanded an entirely different approach.


    yers began to explore the chamber, their eyes scanning for any clues that might provide a solution. Their search led them to the altars at the far end of the room, where they discovered ancient writings etched into the stone. There were also mysterious markings adorning the sides of the huge coffin at the center of the chamber.


    "I can''t understand any of this!" eximed Cammie, her blue hair framing her frustrated expression.


    Axel, the French noble who seemed to possess a deep understanding of the ssics text, promptly identified the script. "It''s ancient Britannia," he confidently dered.


    He nced at n, and knowing what the noble wanted, n called upon Merlin. As a Fey chief and a powerful wizard, the legendary NPC possessed the necessary expertise to decode the cryptic messages. However, such a task would require time and concentration.


    In such situations, opening a chamber usually required a clue that could be obtained from another quest within the game. But the game''s mechanics also allowed for alternative solutions, such as using selected NPCs to assist, as they were doing now. Unfortunately, such secondary paths often came with the trade-off of consuming additional time.


    As they waited for Merlin to decipher the cryptic writings, n''s curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to approach the two Blood Patriot members, Marcus and Jason. He couldn''t help but ask, "I thought the two of you had enough of taking orders from someone else."


    Marcus met n''s question with a sharp gaze, his expression serious as he replied, "I have my own reasons."


    Jason, perhaps a bit more forting, added to the exnation, "We don''t particrly like it, but at least, unlike the government, the man is very generous." He went on to borate on Axel''s offer, revealing that the French noble had provided them with an upfront payment of 50,000 survival points each, ensuring their financial safety in case they met their demise during the quest. Furthermore, if they managed to survive the dangerous game, Axel had promised them a substantial reward of 1 million Euro, in the real world.


    Jason also shared an intriguing detail about the mercenaries. Apparently, they had received an even higher offer, knowing that the Arnebout family has previous coborations with the ck Sand mercenaries.


    Hearing about the substantial rewards and offers made to Marcus, Jason, and even the mercenaries, n couldn''t help but let out a chuckle. Theparison between their motivations and his own circumstances was strikingly lopsided. While others received enticing rewards, he had been confronted with threats, making it feel borderline unfair.


    However, his amusement quickly gave way to a deeper contemtion of the situation. In his past life, n hadn''t been deeply involved with groups like the Blood Patriot and the ck Sand mercenaries. During his first game, he had been a simple soldier, rtively uninvolved in theirplex dynamics. Nevertheless, he was aware of the longstanding rivalry and animosity between the two factions, stemming from shes that had erupted during the second round of the game. These tensions had only escted when they, along with the New York server, had seized control of the Britannia faction during the third round, effectively pushing out the French faction and cing them at the mercy of Captain Carter''smand.


    n couldn''t help but acknowledge the significant impact he had inadvertently made on their current situation. His actions had not only averted shes between the ck Sand mercenaries and the Blood Patriot in the previous round but had also indirectly paved the way for Axel and the French to gain the upper hand by taking control of the Britannia faction. The subsequent NPC massacres had enriched Axel with a staggering number of survival points. It was this newfound wealth of points that had made Axel''s cooperation with elite veteran groups like the Blood Patriot and the ck Sand mercenaries possible.


    In essence, n had yed a crucial role in Axel''s sess, even though he harbored a strong aversion to the man. Theplexity of the game''s dynamics had led him to a begrudging realization: to survive the game and navigate its treacherous challenges, he needed the assistance of these elite veterans. His survival hinged on ensuring that they made it through the quest while making sure they wouldn''t kill him in the process.


    "Dammit... this rebirth really gives me a headache," n muttered to himself, a mix of frustration and resignation evident in his voice. As half an hour psed since they had entered the chamber, tension and anxiety had begun to mount among the group. Some had even grown so impatient that they considered drastic measures, like Cachellos, who had readied explosives to st open the entrance.


    "Can''t you make the NPC do it faster?!" Cammie demanded, her patience stretched to its limit.


    Merlin, however, had only managed to decipher two-thirds of the cryptic writings, and time was running out. Frustration lingered in the chamber, and impatience gnawed at their nerves.


    Surprisingly, Axel, the French noble, after observing the writings for some time, decided to walked over to the markings on the coffins and began examining their surfaces. He manage to moved tes and revealed four panels, each bearing a different picture ¨C four distinct swords. With a calm and deliberate touch, Axel turned each panel in sequence, and a series of clicks followed. Then, he discovered a concealed switch.


    As Axel activated the switch, a series of events unfolded rapidly. The chamber quaked, and the stone wall behind the altar began to shift with a resounding boom, creating a new pathway for them to follow. The group watched in awe as the previously insurmountable obstacle was transformed into a passable route.


    Zancher couldn''t contain his excitement, and he voiced his admiration once more. "You are amazing, boss!!" he eximed.


    n couldn''t help but ponder the implications of Axel''s actions. It struck him that for a yer to break the puzzle faster than the NPC ¨C in this case, Merlin ¨C could suggest that Axel possessed his own special skill. It was entirely possible that Axel had ess to a skill simr to the advanced job ss Strategist''s [Critical Thinking], an ability designed to increase the sess rate for any intelligence-based task.


    This realization led n to a deeper understanding of Axel''s character. Despite their differences and personal animosities, he recognized that Axel was, in many ways, quite simr to himself. Both had chosen the path of intelligence to survive the game.


    Was trying to put the skyrim refrence as marking of the puzzle but i found dolphin being too weird. so i retrun to my initial idea. thank you for reading, your support are much appreciated.


    Avan

 Chapter 211 Decision

    211 Decision


    After clearing the puzzle singlehandedly, Axel, who the yers initially believed was only valuable for his wealth, unexpectedly earned a newfound level of respect from the group. His resourcefulness and determination had surprised them all. As they watched the French noble lead the party through the newly opened gate, n couldn''t help but notice a gleam of excitement in Axel''s eyes. It was as though he had found a renewed sense of purpose, and n couldn''t help but wonder if it was the respect he had gained or if Axel had stumbled upon some hidden insight within the ancient text that had ignited his enthusiasm.


    Just as they all stepped through the gate, they were met with a sudden dilemma. The tunnel before them split into two distinct paths, and there were no visible signs or markings to guide their way. Cammie the Blue ster broke the silence by asking, "Which way should we go, left or right?"


    The group exchanged uncertain nces, and Zencher, the Death Knight, said his thought, "Should we splitting up?"


    Axel, to everyone''s surprise, turned to n and asked for his opinion, "What do you think, n?" n took a moment to contemte the situation and then replied, "I believe both paths will ultimately lead us to the same destination. We''ll likely encounter one undead general on each path before facing the final one at the end of either route."


    Axel nodded in agreement and inquired further, "So, what do you think should be our next move?"


    n heave a sigh and said "Well, it''s currently 15 minutes until nightfall. Our decision should hinge on how much you wanted to return back to Camelot afterpleting this quest or not" With this statement, n presented the group with a clear choice. If they have no n to return, they could take a cautious approach, systematically dealing with the generals one by one while ensuring their safety. On the other hand, if they did, they should still try to quickly finish this quest and do their best to bypass the hordes.


    n was interested to know Axel''s response and apparently the French noble was leaning toward thetter option. "Of course, we shouldn''t just settle with the generals, there are still more rewards to be gained outside, so let''splete this quest quickly."


    It was clear to n that the French noble ced a higher value on potential rewards than on his men''s safety. Without much regard for hispanions'' safety, Axel made the decision to split the group. However, he surprised everyone by suggesting not into two groups but three.


    Turning to n, Axel exined, "If we want to get back, we certainly need someone to watch our backs."


    It became apparent that blowing up the entrance, as initially nned, was not the wisest course of action if they intended to return to the Roman city safely. With a smile, Axel entrusted n and his NPC team with a crucial task: guarding the horses and keeping a vignt eye on any potential undead threats. If the hordes indeed trying to enter the room, n''s objective was to dy them as long as possible, giving Axel and the rest of the group the time they needed toplete the quest.


    Axel concluded, "I will leave all the Britannia knights to help you." It was apparent that Axel no longer considered n and his NPC team essential. The responsibility of guarding the entrance had its drawbacks, as it could either lead to a frustrating waste of time or an overwhelming onught of thousands of undead creatures ¨C neither of which was a desirable oue. Moreover, n had his own quest to pursue, whichplicated matters further. In an ideal scenario, his response would have been a resounding "NO," but when Axel held all the cards, n''s has no option but to concede..


    "Let''s not waste any more time; let''s go," Axel dered before leaving n in charge of the 18 surviving Britannia knights and dividing the remaining team into two groups, This was precisely why n had refrained from bringing any of his friends along on this quest. Axel treated others like expendable pawns in his game, and this situation was a testament to that.


    Despite his frustration, n had anticipated that Axel might make such a decision, so he managed to contain his frustration and lead the NPC team return to the main chambers.


    With only minutes left before nightfall, n quickly delegated tasks to his team. He instructed the fey warriors and the Knights to bring all the horses inside the chambers, and started to prepare for the possible battle. Meanwhile, he urged Merlin to continue in deciphering the ancient text on the chamber walls. There had to be something in those inscriptions that had given Axel the confidence.


    As the words from the ancient text were read back to him, n began to uncover critical information. In addition to the method Axel had used to unlock the chambers previously, he found insights into the path they needed to take inside. But there was something more concerning within the text that caught his attention.


    "Dammit," n muttered in frustration, "it exins the Book of the Death as well." The revtion left no doubt in his mind that this was the reason for Axel''s newfound excitement. Axel must have suspected that n possessed knowledge of the book and had kept it hidden, leading to hisplete distrust and decision to leave n behind.


    As Merlin finished deciphering the text, it concluded with an enigmatic riddle:


    "When daylight''s fire begins to wane, And evening''s cloak shrouds the terrain. In silence deep, the threshold''s sway, By midnight''s kiss, it fades away."


    It took n a moment to grasp the meaning, but by the time he did, it was toote. As nightfall descended, the chamber door that had been open moments ago suddenly closed right in front of him. Simultaneously, a notification appeared in his gamelink:


    [The source of darkness has arrived in Britannia Land].


    Realizing the gravity of the situation, n dashed outside the catb only see the thousands corpses that surrounded the catbs had begun to rise, their undead forms stirring to life in response to the arrival of the final night.

 Chapter 212 Seventh Night

    <h4>Chapter 212 Seventh Night </h4>


    ?From the vantage point atop a hill in front of the catbs, n watched in horror as tens of thousands of previously lifeless corpses began to stir and rise from the ground. The undead units, a ghastly assembly of zombies and skeletons, rapidly amassed and filled the hillside. The eerie sounds of shrinking growls and the unsettling ttering of bone against bone only added to the dread that hung heavy in the air.


    What terrified n the most, however, was the ominous figure that emerged on the opposite hill. Its eyes gleamed with an unnatural brightness, revealing its true identity ¨C the necromancer responsible for raising the undead, none other than the Lich King himself.


    n''s heart skipped a beat as the necromancer''s gaze fixed upon him. Fortunately, as he had expected, the game''s mechanics yed in his favor. The Necromancer turned its malevolent gaze away from him, directing its attention southward and leading the horde toward their real target, the Camelot City.


    However, n knew all too well that he was not out of danger yet. He waited in anticipation, watching the hordes march away to the south. It didn''t take long for his worst fears to materialize. A few hundred of the undead, and then more, turned their vacant eyes toward the catb where n and his group were located.


    "Dammit," n cursed under his breath, his anxiety mounting. "They really areing here!"


    The realization hit n like a wave of impending doom ¨C there was no doubt now that the horde was closing in on him, and the sheer number of undead made it clear that retreating into the chamber would spell certain death.


    With a sense of urgency, he issued hismand, "Get the horses; we''re getting out of here!" Half of the Britannia knights immediately rushed back into the chamber to retrieve the horses, while n and the remaining members of his group readied themselves for the iing onught.


    "Kill them!" n shouted, steeling himself for the battle ahead.


    Their odds were dire, with only 9 out of the 18 Britannia knights, 3 fey warriors, and his trusted allies Dag, Percival, Guinevere, and Merlin standing alongside him. This small, determined group would have to face the relentless horde of undead that was now climbing the hills, closing in on their position. The odds were stacked against them, but they had no choice but to fight for their lives and defend against the impending threat.


    The initial waves of undead were manageable, and n''s group swiftly dispatched several of them. However, the trickle soon turned into a deluge, overwhelming their defenses. n reacted quickly, employing his [Push] spell to knock a few of the undead back, creating some breathing room. Meanwhile, Merlinpleted his incantation, unleashing his [Chain lightning] spell, which crackled through the horde, electrocuting several undead, burning others to ash, and knocking down dozens.


    Moments after, the horses arrived and they were prepared to make their escape. However a sudden rain of arrows descended upon them, struck with deadly uracy, killing some of the horses and wounding several of the knights.


    n quickly realized that there were a significant number of skeleton archers marching within the horde. This made forcefully riding through the mass of undead and out of danger an exceedingly challenging task.


    Seeing his men rapidly bing overwhelmed by the relentless onught, n was forced to make a difficult decision. He shouted, "Retreat back to the chamber!" They had to abandon their initial escape n and regroup within the tomb to reassess their strategy and find a way to survive this relentless assault.


    n quickly formted a backup strategy as he led his group deeper into the catbs. Their n was to create a defensive line between the tunnel and the chambers, taking advantage of the ten-meter-wide corridor to act as a chokepoint where they could make their stand.


    "Form the line!" nmanded, and his NPC allies swiftly arranged themselves into a defensive formation. Despite their determination, he knew that theycked both the numbers and the strength to hold off the horde for an extended period.


    As n watched the hordes of undead approaching through the tunnel, desperation gnawed at him. He recalled the riddle from the ancient text, the part that mentioned how the door would close at nightfall and, presumably, open again at midnight.


    "Midnight... that''s 6 hours!! I don''t think I can even hold it for an hour!" n muttered under his breath. The relentless advance of the horde through the narrow tunnel left him with few alternatives. However, he did possess a secret weapon, a special item he had requested to be crafted by a special unit: the


    [me Thrower].


    [Type: Other]


    [Rarity: Common]


    [Attributes: Damage 20 - 30]


    [Effects: Burn status 10-20 damage per second for 10 seconds]


    [Equipment Rating: 24]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: Yes]


    [Remarks: Requires gasoline to activate]


    With the tank securely on his back, n ignited the methrower and unleashed a torrent of fire into the tunnels, incinerating the iing undead. The [Burning] effect caused the horde to suffer continuous damage:


    [Burning: Inflicts 22 damage per second]


    [Burning: Inflicts 23 damage per second]


    n''s [Pyromaniac] title provided him with a 35% boost to his damage output. Although it was far from enough to outright kill the undead, who possessed 300 to 400 HP each, a single burst from his methrower in the narrow tunnels managed to engulf and burn dozens of them simultaneously. The NPC members of his group were tasked with holding the undead back, ensuring they remained within the fiery inferno to meet their inevitable demise.


    The gamelink began to disy multiple notifications as n''s actions yielded substantial XP and points:


    [Burning: Inflicts 23 damage per second, target died]


    [Burning: Inflicts 21 damage per second, target died]


    [You received 100 XP and 50 Survival points]


    [You received 150 XP and 75 Survival points]


    [You received 100 XP and 50 Survival points]


    The relentless burning of the tunnel and the undead hordes had not only kept him alive but also granted him massive rewards. With the assistance of his NPCpanions, n had managed to incinerate close to 400 undead in the span of 20 minutes. This aplishment had granted him a staggering 50,000 XP and 25,000 survival points, pushing him to the brink of two [Level Up]s.


    [n D''Angelo, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 40: 301,200/325,000]


    [HP: 365/370]


    [Stamina: 79%]


    [Spirit points: 125/130]


    [Survival Points: 103,550]


    His progress was undeniable, and his stats continued to climb. The tion of his aplishments was swiftly followed by a stark reality: his gas tank had run empty.


    n quickly stowed the methrower away and mentally prepared for the final stand.


    With the [Ring Wraith] sword in one hand and the [Shield of White Knight] in the other, n positioned himself to hold the line. His strategy was straightforward: he would strike relentlessly while blocking and pushing the relentless hordes back with his shield.


    In these dire moments, Merlin the wizard emerged as his primary damage dealer and the group''s healer. Even with the assistance of legendary NPCs, the group began to feel the strain on their stamina, and within a few minutes, casualties started to mount. Britannia knights and a fey warriors fell one by one, making it increasingly challenging to maintain their defensive line against the relentless onught of undead.


    n''s mind raced once again as he desperately searched for a solution to their dire situation. Then, a memory resurfaced ¨C the explosives charge that Cachellos had left behind. With few options remaining, n swiftly considered detonating the explosives. It was a risky move, one that could potentially kill the undead in the tunnels but also posed a significant danger to him and his group.


    One primary concern lingered in his mind: if they blew up the entrance, they could potentially trap themselves, along with Axel and the rest of the group, inside the catbs for the remainder of the night. However, this was not the time to worry about anyone''s well-being especially that noble bastard.


    n made the fateful decision, "LET''S BLOW IT UP!"


    To execute the daring n, n had to temporarily abandon his position on the defensive line to inspect the explosives. Unfortunately, without the necessary trigger, he had to improvise. n hoped fervently that his remaining men could hold the line while he swiftly modified the explosives and attached his dynamites.


    Time was of the essence, and n didn''t have the time to calcte the potential impact of the explosion. He witnessed the fall of one of his champion NPCs, Dag who turned into a Revenant, further exacerbating the dire situation.


    "That''s it! Everyone, fall back!" n shouted urgently, As he saw the defensive formation breaking down, he swiftly ignited the fuse.


    "Get back! Get back!" he cried out, leading the frantic retreat. As everyone rushed to the rear, n heard a deafening, loud explosion behind him.


    KABOOOOMMMM!!


    x x x x x x

 Chapter 213 Pathway

    <h4>Chapter 213 Pathway </h4>


    ?The catbs were engulfed in chaos as the explosives triggered a cataclysmic destruction that reverberated through the subterranean passages. The force of the st was so immense that it triggered an earthquake, causing the entire catbplex to shake.


    As n and the remaining survivors rushed towards the rear of the chamber, the ceiling above them began to fracture. Enormous rocks dislodged from their ancient resting ces and hurtled downward, threatening to crush anything in their path.


    "RUN!! KEEP RUNNING!" n''s voice was strained with urgency as he desperately urged hispanions to move faster. The frantic scramble to evade the falling rocks intensified the already chaotic scene.


    After barely escape the rockfall, n''s gamelink continued to chime with notifications of rewards earned for the destruction of the undead horde. However, in the midst of the dust and smoke that filled what was left of the chamber, n knew that his immediate concern had to be his own condition and that of his surviving NPC allies.


    Amid the chaos and the lingering dust and smoke, n activated his [Enhance Sense] spell. His senses sharpened, allowing him to pierce through the haze and locate signs of life. He began a meticulous search for any of his NPC allies who had managed to survive the cataclysmic events.


    "Merlin!" n called out desperately, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and anxiety. The wizard appeared to be using his magic to move the fallen rocks, freeing Guinevere from the rubble and healing her injuries. Unfortunately, other than those two, there was no sign of any other survivors from the rockfall, not even Percival.


    It became apparent that the explosion had been more powerful than n had anticipated. He had taken a substantial risk, and it seemed he was lucky to have survived. n noticed that he had gained 20,000 XP and 10,000 survival points from the st, though it wasn''t as much as he had hoped for. He could only assume that the reward was shared with Cachelos, the one who had set up the explosives.


    Just as n began to resign himself to waiting out the rest of the night in the chamber, he noticed a faint glimmer of light filtering into the space. To his surprise, the explosion had been potent enough to create an opening above them.


    "Ah, we have a chance to escape," n eximed, his voice filled with newfound hope. The revtion of an exit gave them a lifeline, a possibility to break free from the catbs and the relentless undead threat.


    With a newfound sense of excitement, n and the wizard began clearing away the rocks, one by one, until they had created a passable path through the rubble. The opening they had created allowed them to emerge on the hillside behind the catbs entrance. n, who had studied thendscape beforehand, believed that there was a chance they could slip away unnoticed.


    "Can you cast some kind of invisibility spell, perhaps?" n asked the wizard, hoping for a way to conceal their presence.


    The wizard shook his head. "No, I don''t have that spell."


    "Hmm... what about flying or levitation spells?" n inquired once more, exploring any potential means of escape.


    Once again, the wizard''s response was negative. "I don''t possess those spells either."


    Emery let out a sigh, recognizing that stealth and caution would be their best allies in this situation.


    "We''ll need to be exceptionally careful, then."


    With his mastery in the [sneak] skill, Emery decided to venture to the surface alone and scout the area. Although thousands of undead still lingered in the vicinity, most of them were concentrated in front of the destroyed entrance and the ins downhill. n''s n was to move uphill and make their escape from the cliffs, away from the immediate threat posed by the mass of undead below.


    It took n only a few minutes to dispatch the several undead creatures that roamed the path. His sneak attack bonus allowed him to eliminate zombies and skeletons swiftly, preventing them from alerting theirpanions with their ghastly shrieks.


    With the path now clear, all three of them ascended the hill and reached the cliff''s edge. Guinevere, known for her agility, nimbly began descending the steep incline using both hands for support. In contrast, Merlin, the elderly wizard, had no way to safely navigate the descent on his own.


    n, realizing the value of the wizard''s abilities, hoisted him onto his back and activated his [levitate] spell to ease their descent.


    As they made their way halfway down the cliff, n''s attention was suddenly drawn to a group of bats flying out from the walls nearby, narrowly avoiding him.


    "A bat cave!" n eximed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and intrigue. The discovery of a bat cave presented an unexpected twist in their escape n.


    The discovery of the cave filled n with excitement, and without hesitation, he guided the party of three inside. His intention was to find a path that might lead them back to the tomb, the key topleting his quest.


    As they ventured deeper into the cave, swatting away and dispatching the bats that crossed their path, they eventually stumbled upon a door adorned with ancient markings.


    "It''s really another entrance!" n eximed, a surge of hope coursing through him.


    The existence of hidden entrances or alternate exits was amon feature in quests involving dungeons. n had initially tried to locate this hidden entrance when they first arrived at the site, but his efforts had been in vain. It was only thanks to the presence of the bats, which only emerged at night, that they had discovered this small cave.


    Now that they had found it, n felt a renewed sense of hope in his quest''spletion. The critical challenge now was to open the door, as hidden entrances typically required special methods to ess. Fortunately, he had the wizard with him, and he turned to Merlin with a hopeful expression.


    "You do know a way or a spell to open the door, don''t you?" n inquired.


    The door they had discovered bore a striking resemnce to the one in the entrance chamber,plete with ancient text and a riddle. Merlin''s expertise was put to the test as he worked to decipher the riddle and unlock the stone door. After a few minutes, the wizard seeded, and the door creaked open, revealing a narrow tunnel beyond.


    Having the legendary NPC, Merlin, by his side had undeniably made navigating the treacherous game world considerably more manageable. n expressed his gratitude to the skilled wizard and, with a renewed sense of purpose, took the lead as they ventured further into the unknown.


    The tunnel stretched before them, its diameter measuring about three meters. However, the walls were riddled with holes, and within these openingsy lifeless corpses, dormant until their presence drew near.


    These were the same Draugr creatures they had previously faced in the entrance chamber.


    As they approached, the corpses stirred, slowlying to life, their rotting forms lumbering to their feet. The Draugr, sluggish from their slumber, provided a small window of opportunity. n seized the moment, striking with precision to deliver critical blows to the undead foes. Meanwhile, Guinevere''s arrows found their marks, further weakening the creatures. Theirbined efforts proved effective, dispatching the Draugr before they could mount any significant resistance.


    The narrow confines of the tunnel worked to their advantage, as n only had to contend with one or two Draugr at a time. This allowed him to proceed cautiously, ensuring their safety while steadily advancing through the passage.


    As n continued along the winding tunnel, he couldn''t help but wonder about the destination of this hidden path and how many undead generals the other party might have sessfully vanquished in his absence.


    Eventually, n encountered another stone door, its surface adorned with enigmatic markings. n''s instincts warned him that danger likely lurked beyond this door, so he cautioned Guinevere and Merlin to be prepared for whatever might lie ahead.


    "Alright, get ready," n said, his voice filled with determination.


    With a deep breath, he pushed the stone door open, expecting to confront a formidable adversary on the other side.


    However, when the door swung open, it revealed a chamber with an altar at its center. n cautiously surveyed the surroundings and soon noticed the presence of a figure standing before the altar. It was a strikingly beautiful woman with crimson hair and exceptionally pale skin.


    Their gazes locked, and n''s mind was immediately flooded with a notification.


    [Morgana - Legendary]


    [Type: Human]


    [Rank: C+]


    Instead of encountering a formidable boss, it seemed that the woman before him was not an adversary but rather an NPC, and one of legendary status at that. n was intrigued by this unexpected turn of events and realized that he had the opportunity to engage in a conversation.


    The female witch look upon the NPC next to him and said "Is that you Merlin?"

 Chapter 214 The Witch

    <h4>Chapter 214 The Witch </h4>


    ?n stepped into a gloomy chamber, its ominous atmosphere setting the stage for what appeared to be a typical boss battle. However, to his surprise, he found himself in a situation where the witch-like figure, Morgana, disyed an unusual interest in the NPCs he had brought along.


    "Merlin... You are here," Morgana eximed, genuine surprise reflected in her features. "The curse... Is the vige safe?"


    Before the old wizard could provide an answer, the beautiful fey woman, Guinevere, reacted with anger, ming Morgana for the suffering inflicted upon the vige. n observed a glimmer of remorse in Morgana''s cold expression, hinting at aplex history.


    Drawing from his extensive experience and knowledge of the Apocalypse game, n began to piece together the situation. It became evident that he had encountered the dungeon boss, Morgana, but with a unique twist. The prerequisite ofpleting the [Lift the Curse] quest seemed to have initiated this conversation rather than an immediate confrontation.


    "This one?" Morgana inquired, her gaze shifting toward n with curiosity. It was clear that she was referring to him and his role in stopping the curse that had gued the vige.


    n found himself increasingly intrigued by the unfolding conversation. In his experience, dialogues with legendary NPCs often came with valuable benefits, and he was eager to see where this interaction would lead. He listened intently as Merlin attempted to persuade Morgana to reconsider her stance and join their efforts to thwart the Lich King.


    It suddenly struck n that his quest had never explicitly called for Morgana''s demise. The quest title, [Stop Morgana the Fey Witch], could be interpreted in a different light¡ªperhaps it meant convincing the witch to switch sides and assist him instead.


    Morgana appeared to hesitate, her gaze shifting toward the altar where a dark booky open. Even from a distance, n could discern that it was the infamous [Book of the Dead]. Morgana''s attention returned to him, and she spoke with a measured tone.


    "You cannot stop the Lich King, not without utilizing the power of this book," she dered, alluding to the book''s significance in their quest to confront the formidable adversary.


    n''s anxiety grew as he realized that there might be one more crucial prerequisite to fulfill in order to sessfullyplete the quest. Morgana''s words hinted at the possibility that he needed to possess a certain magic job ss like acolyte or a certain minimum spirit points attributes in order to use the book and gain her confidence. The prospect of this requirement left n on edge.


    The tension in the chamber escted, with Morgana seemingly prepared for a confrontation. However, n chose to make one final gamble in a bid to persuade her.


    "I didn''t need the book to defeat the evil spirit at the shrine," n asserted confidently, "so you can bet I can defeat the Lich King without it either."


    His words were a deration of his capabilities, drawing upon his past achievement ofpleting the B-rank quest [Kill the Evil Spirit]. To further bolster his argument, n brandished the [RingWraith] sword as tangible proof of his prowess.


    Morgana''s expression shifted, and to n''s surprise, a slight smile tugged at her lips. However, her response held a challenge: "Prove your words." It seemed that she needed concrete evidence of his abilities beforemitting to their cause.


    Morgana''s demeanor underwent a stark transformation as soon as she uttered the word, her once-crimson pupils turning bloodshot. Dark veins crept across her pallid skin, and her fingers elongated into sharp ws. It was a daunting sight, and n braced himself for the worst, fearing that his efforts had been in vain.


    Just as he was resigned to the possibility of failure in convincing the witch, a notification from his gamelink interrupted his thoughts.


    [Prove your strength to stop the witch]


    The sudden update left n baffled and disoriented. He barely had time to process the new quest objective when the witchunched a swift and ferocious attack. The speed of her assault caught him off guard, and he couldn''t even raise his sword in time.


    Using his enhanced agility, n managed to evade her initial w strike by rolling along the ground. However, Morgana wasted no time andunched another attack. This time, n was prepared. He activated his [Swift de] skill, granting him the speed required to parry her iing strike and retaliate.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 42 damage]


    n''s counterattacknded sessfully, a mere dent in what he estimated to be her formidable pool of around1500 HP. Her incredible agility made it apparent that taking her down on his own would be a nearly impossible feat.


    To his dismay, when n nced at Merlin and Guinevere for assistance, they showed no inclination to join the battle. It was a disheartening realization, but it also reinforced his belief that defeating Morgana might not be the true objective of the quest.


    Changing his strategy, n decided to adopt a defensive stance. He focused on blocking and parrying Morgana''s attacks while utilizing his skills to save him from critical attack and his spells primarily for healing to prolong the fight. His extensive experience and mastery in swordy were put to the test as he preemptively anticipated her movements,pensating for the vast difference in their speed.


    n pressed on, trading blows and countering Morgana''s strikes, but the witch showed no signs of relenting. n couldn''t help but voice his growing frustration. "It''s already 1000 HP, why isn''t she stopping yet?"


    n''s confidence began to swell as he fought on, and he started to believe that his earlier assumption might have been mistaken. He contemted the possibility that he could actually emerge victorious in the duel against Morgana.


    However, as the witch reached a critical phase in the battle, she remarked, "You are strong indeed." These words were followed by a sudden surge in her speed that caught npletely off guard.


    [Impact: Lethal Strike inflicted 82 damage]


    Morgana''s w attack was devastating, forcing n to retreat. To his astonishment, she appeared behind him with lightning speed, overpowering him with her immense strength. With him in her grasp, she shockingly sinking her teeth into his neck.


    [Your health was drained]


    The witch possessed a skill that allowed her to absorb n''s health, leaving him weakened and unable to break free. n''s HP dwindled rapidly, and he stole nces at the two NPCs who remained passive observers, their indifference adding to his frustration.


    It took Morgana half a minute to bring n''s HP to a critical level, but just as he teetered on the brink of death, the witch released her grip. n fell to his knees, his life ebbing away. Yet, what followed was an unexpected notification that left him stunned.


    [You have contracted Vampirism]

 Chapter 215 Intense

    <h4>Chapter 215 Intense </h4>


    ?It had been three grueling hours since the arrival of the seventh night, and the situation at the walls of Camelot had reached a boiling point. The vast expanse across the horizon was now filled with tens of thousands of undead, a formidable army of darkness marching in eerie unison. The ground trembled beneath the relentless advance, with zombies, skeleton warriors, archers, and revenants leading the charge. Sinister abominations were also scattered throughout, slowly following the macabre procession.


    Amidst the palpable anxiety, yers desperately attempted various strategies to impede the relentless undead onught. Fires, pitfalls, and makeshift barricades were employed, but after three exhausting hours, these tactics began to crumble, and the undead started scaling the walls.


    "Do not let them set foot on the wall!" Captain Carter roared, leading the defense of the western walls with over 2000 men.


    Lieutenant Steelemanded Alpha Company, Lieutenant Sanderson held Charlie, and Lieutenant Marsh led the Wolverines. Each officer marshaled their respectivepanies, consisting of various sses gathered; soldiers ss wielded ranged weapons, warriors ss brandished swords, and knights ss holding shields. The rotations of buffs and positions urred every 30 minutes, ensuring the soldiers maintained their stamina and strategic effectiveness.


    On the eastern wing, Captain Thierry of the French military coborated closely with Cairo leader Youseff, employing a simr delegation strategy for their yers. However, they strategically centralized upon their ace yer, Captain Amon, at the main gate to counter any sudden threats.


    In contrast to the Roman walls, the formations on this Camelot''s walls were considerably tighter. This disciplined structure allowed the yers to withstand the undead assault more effectively, capitalizing on their pre-existing knowledge of the capabilities of each enemy unit type.


    Particrly concerning were the Abominations. As soon as one approached the wall, a dedicated team of volunteers would bravely leap into the horde, aiming to impede the advance of the monstrous creatures. Meanwhile, dozens of ranged fighters focused their special skills, unleashing a barrage of fire upon the towering giants. This tactical sacrifice often resulted in the deaths of several yers, but it was deemed a necessary price to maintain the integrity of the wall.


    When the dedicated teams struggled to contain the Abominations, dynamites became a crucial tool to reset the situation and eliminate the menacing foes. The defenders coordinated their efforts meticulously, understanding that strategic sacrifices were essential to preserve the safety of Camelot''s walls.


    [22:00]


    As the clock struck four hours and the moons cast their gentle light upon the sky, the night took an even darker turn. Dozens of winged creatures descended, shrouded in the cloak of shadows.


    [Gargoyles]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank D+]


    These winged creatures, known were a formidable menace with wings resembling bats and hides as resilient as stones. Their predatory descent, akin to eagles, featured razor-sharp ws on both their arms and feet, making them lethal adversaries.


    A grim fate awaited any yer caught by these creatures¡ªeither torn asunder by the creature''s immense strength mid-air or meeting a swift demise upon impact with the unforgiving ground.


    The yers, however, were not caught off guard. Well-ced on top of Camelot''s buildings, firearm units stood at the ready to unleash a torrent of bullets. Following Merle''s authoritativemand, hundreds of rounds pierced the night air. The resulting chaos saw some creatures critically hit, sending them hurtling to the streets below.


    In the following moments, the cavalry units and fey warriors, spurred into action by n''s strategic insights, moved swiftly and engaged the grounded Gargoyles from multiple angles. The challenge posed by the creatures'' stone-hard skin required careful coordination, but the defenders, inspired by n''s well-devised strategy, sessfully thwarted the sudden aerial assault.


    n''s strategic brilliance yed a pivotal role in the defenders'' triumph over the Gargoyles. The initial wave of victory resonated with cheers among the yers, yet for the leaders, a palpable sense of vignce persisted. Neither the necromancer nor Artorius, the Abyss knight, had made an appearance, keeping them on edge.


    Amidst the tension, two particr girls were consumed by worry, their thoughts fixated on certain science teacher, who had not yet returned.


    "Where are you n!?"


    The battlefield echoed with a mix of triumph and concern as the defenders braced for the challenges thaty ahead.


    ####


    At the same time, 40 miles away and deep within a catbs, a veteran group of yers had just triumphed over the third Draugr General. After navigating through the remaining pathways, which were infested with dozens of Draugr, they finally reached the fourth chamber.


    "This is the final undead general. Be careful; expect a much harder fight," cautioned Cachelos the mercenary leader as the group of 30 veterans approached the chamber.


    However, upon entering, they were taken aback to find familiar figures standing near an altar: two of the NPC, Merlin, Guinevere, and a terrifying but beautiful crimson hair female NPC. Before they could inquire about the situation, their attention was drawn to n, lying on the ground and bleeding heavily.


    Seeing this, Axel quickly asked, "Is he dead? Did you kill him?"


    The sight of the veterans preparing their weapons sent a ripple of tension through the chamber. The metallic clinks of swords being drawn echoed in the space, creating an uneasy atmosphere.


    ''Wait..." Before the situation could escte into a full-blown conflict, n groaned, signaling his awakening.


    Struggling to speak through his injuries, n managed to convey a vital message. "...Don''t attack her, ...She will help us kill the necromancer."


    After hearing n''s words, all the yers received notification on their game link, a notice ofpletion of the quest. The news spread like wildfire among the veterans, and a collective sigh of relief washed over them.


    [Questpleted: Clear the tomb]


    [You received C rank reward x1]


    [You received 20,000 XP and 10,000 survival points]


    Thepletion of the B rank quest brought forth a wave of rewards. With the numerous veterans contributing to the dungeon clearance, each yer was fortunate to receive a C rank reward. The atmosphere was filled with tion, with yers celebrating the sessful end of their quests. However, amidst the jubtion, one figure remained discontent.


    Axel, the French noble, had eagerly anticipated the prospect of facing one more undead general for additional points. In his annoyance, Axel directed an intense gaze toward the dark book held by the newly joined legendary NPC, Morgana. His demand, "Let me see the book," echoed with a mix of entitlement and curiosity.


    Yet, Morgana, with no apparent rtion to Axel, swiftly rebuffed his request, injecting an extrayer of tension into the already charged atmosphere.


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    Author Note:


    My apologies for the slower update. The truth is, I have had multiple things going on that kept me really busy and distracted in thest few days. I will start updating daily again soon. Thank you for your patience.

 Chapter 216 Advance Gene

    <h4>Chapter 216 Advance Gene </h4>


    ?n writhed in pain, a visceral sensation coursing through his entire body. It felt as if he were submerged in a pool of ice, with hundreds of sharp des slicing through his muscles. The ordeal, while enduring for only a few minutes, stretched into an agonizing hour in terms of sheer intensity. As the pain began to relent, a new notification emerged, capturing n''s attention:


    [Your body is going through a mutation.]


    [Bloodline gene sessfully coalesced into your body]


    [Bloodline: Bat Gene]


    [Type: Advanced]


    [Increase - Strength +1, Perception +1]


    [Increases stamina regeneration by 10%, increases carrying capacity by 30%, able to see clearly in the dark, 25% resistance to sleep deprivation, 20% resistance to cold]


    [Penalty, 20% weakness to fire]


    This revtion unraveled one of the game''s secrets¡ªa method for yers to attain a bloodline gene upgrade, even if they already possessed magical abilities. The pathwayy through mutations acquired via quests and special in-game items.


    Initially nning to pursue a specific gene in the next round, n found himself pleasantly surprised to have obtained one already¡ªand not just any gene, but a rare mammalian gene. Aware of the epic-level status of the werewolf gene, n couldn''t help but wonder about the potential heights this vampire gene could reach.


    Despite the minutes passing since he had copsed on the ground, n found himself struggling to control the newfound power coursing through his veins. Each heartbeat felt like a thunderous reminder of the vampiric transformation he had undergone. Lying there, lost in contemtion and grappling with theplexities of his altered physiology, the distant sound of approaching veteran groups reached his ears.


    "Is he dead?!" queried the familiar voice of the French noble, Axel.


    Summoning what little strength remained within him, n managed to rasp out an exnation. Thepletion of the quest had brought rewards for all, a silver lining to the ordeal they had just faced. The relief among the group was palpable, yet an unsettling atmosphere lingered in the cavern.


    As the group prepared to leave the cave, Axel''s words abruptly stirred unease in n. The French noble, driven by an insatiable greed for special items, desires the mysterious book held by the legendary NPC Morgana. Before n could warn them of the potential consequences, a chilling order cut through the cavern air.


    "Kill her!"


    Themand shattered the tranquility, thrusting the group into chaos. A dozen veteran yers, fueled by Axel''s directive,unched a frenzied assault on Morgana. In mere moments, her status transitioned from neutral to hostile.


    The situation devolved into pandemonium as spells and weapon strikes rained down on the legendary NPC. However, Morgana, a powerful sorceress, retaliated with a defensive ice spell. A formidable wall of frozen spikes surged around her, causing injury to some attackers and repelling others.


    "You Romans pigs... Death will be you!" Morgana''s voice, filled with disdain, echoed in the cavern.


    In the aftermath of Axel''smand, the realization spread among the veteran yers. The French noble, convinced that the assistance offered by the legendary NPC were far outweighed by the reward she would give by killing her. And seeing the NPC has turn into a threat, there was little room for debate, and they followed Axel''s lead, preparing to confront Morgana.


    To Axel''s surprise, the confrontation was not limited to the witch alone. Unexpectedly, the two other NPCs, Guinevere and Merlin, chose to stand by Morgana''s side.


    "Axel! Stop this!!" n''s weakened plea hung in the air, but it only fueled the resolve of the two NPCs. Merlin, standing beside Morgana, cast a healing spell to restore the witch''s health, solidifying their defensive stance. Witnessing this, the veterans, torn between loyalty and the unfolding chaos, reluctantly joined the assault against Guinevere and Merlin.


    Axel, driven by his singr goal, seized the opportunity to push n against the cave wall. "Tell your other NPCs to stand down!" he demanded, oblivious to the ethical dilemma unfolding before him.


    Before n could make a decision, a sudden scream pierced the air. Guinevere, the female fey archer, sumbed to the onught of close-range attacks. Her HP depleted under the critical strikes of silver rapiers, marking her demise.


    [Guinevere died]


    Even Merlin, the venerable wizard, found himself struggling in the face of relentless attacks from multiple sides. Hindered in casting spells, he was forced into a defensive position, the chaotic skirmish unfolding around him.


    Once again, Axel demanded, "Tell him to stop fighting! We will need him to fight the necromancer."


    Hearing Axel''s plea, n couldn''t help but chuckle. Initially swayed by Axel''s seemingly convincing expression, n''s amusement turned to realization as a revenant emerged from Guinevere''s lifeless corpse.


    It dawned on him that Axel''s true intention was far from benevolent. Axel cared little for the well-being of NPCs; in fact, after dealing with Morgana, he likely intended to eliminate Merlin for an additional reward. The order to cease fighting was merely Axel''s attempt to preserve his own safety.


    With this revtion, n calmly responded, "I''m afraid I can''t... I really can''t control him anymore."


    "You lie!!" Axel retorted, his frustration evident.


    The sh between two legendary NPCs and a group of veteran yers was indeed a terrifying spectacle, but facing the coordinated assault of the skilled yers, Merlin and Morgana couldn''t hold their own.


    n could only watch with a tinge of annoyance as Merlin became the first to fall, and shortly after, Morgana followed suit. However, the concern that had lingered in everyone''s minds materialized¡ªthe undead spawned from these legendary NPCs were anything but weak.


    Merlin, the once wise wizard, transformed into a formidable dark wizard:


    [Dark Magus]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank B]


    As for the fey witch, Morgana, she sumbed to her primal nature:


    [Vampire Lord]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank B]


    The emergence of these two powerful boss-ss entities forced Axel to abandon his usual calm demeanor, as the veterans struggled to contend with the dual threat.


    Witnessing the chaos unfolding, n gave his remark to the French noble, "Isn''t this what you wished for?"

 Chapter 217 Fierce Battle

    <h4>Chapter 217 Fierce Battle </h4>


    ?"You could have stopped this!" Axel''s furious shout echoed through the cavern as his 30 veterans found themselves cornered by the formidable duo of Morgana and Merlin. Though the legendary NPCs might not boast the 10,000 HP of a Dreadnought, they possessed something arguably more terrifying.


    The Vampire Lord, with its ice ws and incredible speed, wielded skills capable of one-shotting even the most seasoned veteran yers. The dire consequences became evident with the swift death of one of the veteran yers.


    "Maddox is down!!"


    As the fallen yer''s name rang out in the cavern, panic spread among the veterans. The realization that theirrades could be swiftly taken down by these formidable foes induced a sense of fear and urgency.


    Meanwhile, Merlin, now bearing the title of Dark Magus, unveiled a new offensive capability. With a ten-second channeling time, he unleashed the spell [Area of Decay]. The tomb''s surroundings transformed into toxic smoke, poisoning anyone unfortunate enough to pass through it. The once strategic battleground, filled with pitfalls and barricades, now favored the legendary NPCs, leaving the veterans struggling to adapt to the sudden shift in the dynamics of the battle.


    "We should kill that Magus first!" shouted Cachellos, directing a barrage of bullets towards Merlin. His logic was clear ¨C eliminate the Magus, who appeared to be the more vulnerable target. However, their tactics were thwarted as the Vampire Lord swiftly arrived, seemingly aware of their intentions, and took a protective stance in front of Merlin.


    "Dammit!! Stay close, stay in formation!!" Cachellos barked, attempting to regain control of the situation. Gabriel, the Bishop, took decisive action by casting his specialty [Holy Circle: Sanctuary]. The high-level spell enveloped the area in divine energy, not only boosting the yers'' health significantly but also cleansing them from poison.


    This act, however, made Gabriel the primary target for Morgana. The Vampire Lord glided through the yers, bypassing a few to target the Bishop directly.


    "Protect the Bishop!!" The cry echoed through the cavern, as the yers scrambled to shield Gariel from the impending assault of the Vampire Lord.


    Darcy Manon, his bear-like form strategically ced himself as a living shield to protect his team leader from the relentless assault of Morgana. The Vampire Lord, with blinding speed, weaved through the chaos, her ice ws shing through the air with deadly precision. Darcy''s high-defense capabilities absorbed a significant portion of the blows, but even his formidable form couldn''t escape the substantial damage inflicted by Morgana.


    Florent, sought to counter Morgana''s swiftness with his spear. Had Florent unleashed his powerful spear skill, [Forest of Spears], the bear-like yer might have sumbed to the attack.


    "Dammit, she''s too fast!!" Florent frustration echoed through the cavern.


    Meanwhile, Merlin hadpleted another spell, [Rock Bullets],unching multiple rocks that showered toward the yers. While not the highest-damage spell, it proved devastating for some yers who were yet to fully recover, iming the lives of two veterans simultaneously.


    The horror escted as the three fallen veterans respawned as Revenants, adding more adversaries to the already challenging battle. The situation grew increasingly dire for Axel and his remaining forces.


    Most of the veterans proved adept at handling Revenants in one-on-onebat, but they had to remain vignt, constantly watching for ambushes from either Morgana or Merlin.


    Axel, observing the intense battle from the back, began assessing their chances. Sensing Axel''s thoughts, n spoke up, "You might win, but at what cost?"


    Zencher, frustrated and agitated, delivered a harsh kick to the wounded n. "Let me kill this piece of shit," he growled.


    However, Axel intervened, stating, "No... he''s already dying. Killing him would only waste your points."


    Afterward, with Axel''s strategic shift, the battlefield dynamic swiftly altered. The spotlight turned solely onto Morgana, the Vampire Lord. The Death Knights joined forces with the formidable werewolf duo of Marcus and Jason. This tactical alliance effectively restricted Morgana''s mobility, creating a virtual barricade that narrowed her options. Simultaneously, the group''s damage dealers,prising Nash the Tempest, Cade the Archer, Cammie the Blue ster, and even the versatile Cachelos, unleashed a relentless barrage of long-


    range attacks on the vampire.


    The air crackled with magical and elemental energies as spells, arrows, and bullets surged toward Morgana. The once strategic battleground now echoed with the symphony ofbat, a chaotic crescendo of ranged assaults. With over twenty yers relentlessly focusing on Morgana, her once formidable health rapidly dwindled, teetering on the edge of critical levels within a matter of minutes. The cavern reverberated with the intensity of the assault, creating a tense atmosphere that hung thick in the air.


    "Watch out!!" The warning echoed through the cavern, a futile alert as Morgana unleashed yet another terrifying skill, [Drain Blood]. The sinister ability imed the life of another unfortunate veteran, the siphoned life force simultaneously bolstered the Vampire Lord by 20%. The harrowing battle persisted for an agonizing five minutes. With no one explicitly guarding Merlin, four additional veterans sumbed to the onught. However, in a moment that carried a semnce of victory, Morgana, the Vampire Lord, fell to a final critical attack from a silver rapier, piercing her from behind.


    [Morgana the Vampire Lord is defeated] rang out in the game, marking a momentary respite for the beleaguered veterans.


    As the system announced their rewards, Axel''s eyes fixated on a particr prize¡ªthe coveted [Book of the Dead]. The noble''s grin widened as he held the book in his hands, deeming it worth the sacrifice of the ten fallenrades.


    "The Dark Magus next!!" Axel dered with determination.


    Twenty veterans closed in on Merlin, and with Morgana absent to shield him, the Magus''s health rapidly diminished. The intense battle imed the lives of two more veterans before Merlin reached a critical state. Sensing the impending danger, the Magus decided to unleash a powerful spell that shook the entire chamber with a massive earthquake. Rocks cascaded from above, injuring some of the veterans. Witnessing a massive crack forming above them, Axel''s conviction solidified.


    "He''s trying to bury us all together!" Axel''s decisivemand echoed through the cavern as he urgently directed all the veterans to evacuate the chamber. Large and small rocks tumbled within the confined space, closing off any escape routes. n, immobilized and resigned to his fate, could only ept the inevitable as the relentless cascade of rocks surrounded him.


    [Impact: Received 62 damage]


    [You have died.]


    In those fleeting moments before darkness overcame him, n was surprised to realize that his consciousness persisted within the game. As the suffocating weight of the rocks pressed down on him, a peculiar sensation enveloped him, and a notification shed in his mind:


    [Bloodline mutationplete]


    #####


    Author Note:


    I owe you all an exnation for the slow update. The truth is, my father gave some money to my wife to start a new business, and I have been busy setting it up for her. It involves a lot of legwork and traveling. Unfortunately, three years of writing has left me physically unfit for such tasks. I have been so tired that I find it very hard to focus on writing. My apologies, and thank you for your patience. Give me a few more days to return to daily updates.

 Chapter 218 The Noble

    <h4>Chapter 218 The Noble </h4>


    ?"Monsieur Arnault, I am sorry, but there is nothing else we can do."


    "Just tell me how long do I have."


    "We think¡­ one year or two at most."


    The somber conversation echoed in Axel''s mind, the verdict delivered by the best doctors in the world. Despite possessing limitless wealth, ess to cutting-edge pharmaceutical technology, and state-of-the-art facilities, Axel was unable to escape his fate.


    The ghoul disease had taken root, a malevolent force that gradually drained his cells while mercilessly tearing his skin apart. This affliction, considered a curse upon the Arnoult bloodline for manipting human lives for centuries, now haunted Axel''s final days.


    Despite his efforts to keep this mdy a secret, it took only three months before the truth surfaced. Greed consumed his cousins, seeking to im their share of the family wealth. Axel''s days were numbered, and he knew that his only potential salvationy beyond the realms of this world. Thus, Axel spared no expense, hiring the best mercenaries to join the Apocalypse games.


    His dual objectives were clear: umte enough survival points to purchase elixirs rumored to prolong life and enhance his physical abilities, providing a potential side benefit for any yer who managed to survive the brutal game. In the face of impending doom, Axel was willing to pay any cost for a shot at an extended existence.


    Hence, Axel began his ruthless pursuit of survival points within the confines of the Apocalypse game, backed by the full support of the French government and the formidable assistance of ck Sand mercenaries. Among these skilled individuals was Gabriel, the bishop¡ªa costly but crucial asset procured to ensure Axel''s survival.


    As the information for the third round arrived, revealing the theme of "Undead," Axel couldn''t help but find a twisted amusement in the situation. No longer motivated solely by umting points, he derived pleasure from witnessing the realistic NPC figures shed their mortal skins and resurrect as the undead.


    Amassing 300,000 survival points from the first battle against the barbarians and nearly 1 million from the massacre of Britannia civilians, Axel set forth on his final mission. It was during this pursuit that he uncovered the existence of a coveted artifact¡ªthe [Book of the Dead].


    With a desperate need for such a powerful relic, Axel made the bold decision to confront Morgana directly. Engaging her within a confined space, an arena that inherently disadvantaged spellcasters, Axel and his team faced a formidable challenge. Unfortunately, their efforts proved insufficient to ovee Merlin before they werepelled to make a hasty escape.


    Axel and the surviving veterans hastily navigated through the tunnels until they reached the safety of the next open chamber, escaping the seismic chaos of Merlin''s devastating spell. As the dust and smokes settled, a grim realization dawned¡ªonly 15 of them had emerged intact from the battle.


    Bearing the weight of the casualties, Zencher''s frustration found a voice in curses. "Huh, that fucking teacher, I will make him pay!!"


    While the loss of 15 veterans might seem tragic, for Axel, it tranted to a rtive setback of 600,000 survival points¡ªless than half of what he personally gained on this perilous mission. Though still a considerable waste, the French noble found sce in the acquisition of a powerful artifact:


    [Book of the Death]


    [Type: Other]


    [Rarity: Epic]


    [Attributes: Intelligence +1, Spirit +1, Endurance +2]


    [Effects: When your HP reaches zero, you will regain 30% HP in the next 30 seconds. Cooldown: 24 hours]


    [Equipment Rating: 42]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    [Remarks: A book that helps you cheat death]


    Axel''s tion overshadowed any disappointment, as the potential to cheat death now rested within his hands.


    The [Book of the Death] proved to be one of the best life-saving artifacts in the game, providing Axel with the highly desired endurance boost he sought. However, there was an additional secret that unfolded with this item.


    [Congrattions on unlocking secret job ss]


    [Job ss: Necromancer]


    [Type: Epic]


    [Endurance +3, HP +100]


    [Prerequisite: Spirit D, Intelligence D]


    [Active skill: Dead Magic]


    [Able to use your own HP to resurrect corpses to do your bidding. The number of HP used and the level of undead depend on your intelligence and spirit.]


    With his second job ss still unimed and a surplus of attribute points invested in spirit, Axel made a decisive move to embrace the new job ss. As he epted the mantle of the Necromancer, his stats underwent a tremendous increase.


    [Axel Arnault, Male, 29 years]


    [Level 35:195250/200000]


    [HP: 490/490]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Spirit points: 80]


    [Strength: D]


    [Agility: D]


    [Endurance: B]


    [Perception: E]


    [Intelligence: C]


    [Spirit: D]


    [Survival Points: 682000]


    [Jobss: Necromancer, Acolyte]


    [Unique Skill]


    [Concentration: increase sess rate for any task by 30%]


    Axel revealed the newfound strength coursing through his body, the +5 endurance making him feel more robust and alive than ever before. Eager to put his recently acquired necromancer skills to the test, he led the survivors back to the surface, emerging into the eerie atmosphere of the midnight air. The group steeled themselves for the impending confrontation with the undead that awaited them outside the catbs.


    In the grim surroundings, Axel experimented with his necromantic abilities. Surrounded by countless corpses, he sessfully summoned a zombie with 30 HP and a skeleton 60 of his HP Although his ability to summon undead was currently capped at 10, it marked a promising and significant stride in his quest for power.


    What astonished Axel even more was his newfound influence over the undead. Whether it stemmed from his necromancer ss or the mystical properties of the Book of the Death, Axel found himself capable of manipting the undead, albeit not enough to fully control them. This ability proved invaluable as it created confusion among the undead ranks, enabling the veterans to dispatch them with ease. Even without the advantage of horses, the group skillfully navigated through the menacing sea of undead, making their triumphant return to Camelot city.


    X x x x x

 Chapter 219 Final Battle

    <h4>Chapter 219 Final Battle</h4>


    ?As the clock ticked past midnight, marking a relentless eight hours of ceaseless battle, the yers found themselves teetering on the edge of physical and mental exhaustion. The horde of iing undead continued to swell with each passing hour. Every participant had been pushing their limits, and the once coordinated efforts were now a test of sheer endurance.


    [4 hours left to survive]


    [Updating current yers: 3,767 (3,132)]


    [New York Server: 2,289 (2,021)]


    [Paris Server: 775 (588)]


    [Cairo Server: 478 (351)]


    [Bangkok Server: 225 (172)]


    The rallying cry reverberated through the air, invigorating the weary survivors as Captain Carter''s voice cut through the din of battle. "Four hours left!!! Do not give up!! Fight, fight!!"


    Captain Carter, drawing from her experiences in the final battle against the Nazi soldiers during the previous round and the unyielding six-day confrontation in the current third round, had developed an intimate understanding of the yers'' limits. Her leadership, forged in the crucible of past trials, became a beacon of hope for those under hermand.


    With this seasoned knowledge, she adeptly managed the cement of her squad, strategically positioning them to withstand the relentless onught of the undead. Every maneuver, every rotation was executed with precision, designed to optimize their chances of survival amidst the relentless chaos that surrounded them. The captain''s ability to gauge the ebb and flow of the battle allowed her to make split-second decisions, ensuring the survival of as many yers as possible in this dire, time-sensitive struggle.


    In the eastern wing, the aftermath of the grueling 8-hour battle painted a grim picture. Captain Tierry, leading the defense, faced the harsh reality of significant losses¡ª500 Britannia NPC guards and over 300 yersy fallen. The severity of the situation forced a crucial decision: the release of the 300-plus cavalry knights from their horses to bolster the depleted defense. This tactical shift, however, added ayer ofplexity as the management of three distinct leaderships started to strain under the weight of the ongoing siege.


    As the relentless siege continued, yers found themselves battling through waves of undead with dwindling stamina and resources.


    The fractures in coordination became evident as the Paris, Bangkok, and Cairo factions, once united in their defense, began to prioritize individual survival. The once-unified strategy began to dissipate, creating vulnerabilities in the defense line. The siege, unforgiving and relentless, tested the very fabric of coboration and leadership dynamics within the eastern wing.


    The endless siege battle became a crucible of challenges, pushing yers to their limits and demanding innovative solutions for survival. With the intricate tapestry of factions unraveling into self-preservation, the true test of the Apocalypse game''s third round unfolded, revealing the resilience and adaptability of yers thrust into a desperate struggle for survival.


    [2:59:58]


    As the clock ticked towards 3 AM, the impending dawn cast a purplish hue on the night sky, revealing a ghastly spectacle¡ªthe relentless march of tens of thousands of undead forces converging on the Roman city. The main undead army approached ominously, apanied by the silhouette of four terrifying figures, unmistakably boss-level undead. The yers, under the dim light of the nearing dawn, could discern the ghastly details of the undead forces stretching out before them.


    An urgent update shed across all yers'' gamelinks, revealing the formidable foes that had joined the undead ranks:


    [Defeat Wuffia, the King of Angles]


    [Defeat Horsa, the King of Jutes]


    The two colossal figures standing at an imposing 4 meters tall. Their undead forms were adorned with remnants of regal armor, a haunting reminder of the nobility they once embodied. Gripping massive battle axes with a menacing aura, Wuffia and Horsa, once revered kings of the Barbarian tribes, now stood asmanders of the undead forces. Like Cedric, the fallen Saxon king, both Wuffia and Horsa possessed the formidable attributes of an undead general.


    [Dreadnought]


    [Type: Inhuman]


    [Rank: B]


    Beyond the towering Dreadnoughts, were the imposing silhouette of a terrifying knight and the ominous presence of a necromancer stood out among the throng.


    [Defeat Artorius, the Abyss Knight]


    [Defeat the Lich King]


    These main undead bosses, had gathered on the battlefield, ready to unleash their devastating powers in the final confrontation. The yers could feel the palpable threat emanating from each of these formidable foes.


    As the two Dreadnoughts advanced¡ªone towards the eastern wing, the other towards the western wing¡ªthe Abyss Knight, took a direct route for the center gate. The coordinated movement of the undead bosses seemed to indicate a strategic n, and an ominous aura surrounded them, boosting the morale of the entire undead horde.


    The undead, fueled by this surge of morale, became even more ferocious as the skeletons scaled the walls, and the gargoyles dive down from the air threatening to breach the defenses.


    "Do not falter!! Defend!!" Captain Carter''s voice echoed with urgency as she rallied the remaining survivors, their hearts pounding with anxiety as the colossal undead Dreadnoughts closed in on the city walls. The tension among the yers reached its peak after twenty minutes when this giant has finally reached the wall.


    Captain Carter, took charge of the defense against the Dreadnought assaulting the western wing. With strategic acumen, she yed her final card¡ªthe [Guardian g]. Its magical influence enveloped the area, bestowing a 30% increase in defense rating to all yers within a 300-meter radius. The desperate hope was that thisst-resort measure would fortify the defense against the imminent onught.


    Understanding the dire situation in the eastern wing, Captain Carter foresaw that the defense of the central gate would fall under their responsibility. With unwavering determination, she decisively issued themand to send the prepared units.


    "Open the gate!!"


    As the massive gate slowly creaked open, Lieutenant Summer of the US specials forces seized the moment. Leading his elite special forces, apanied by a hundred Britannia cavalry, he orchestrated a swift and coordinated charge toward the looming threat of the Abyss Knights along with one female knight right next to him.


    "Attack!!"

 Chapter 220 Final Battle 2

    Chapter 220 Final Battle 2


    ??These Dreadnoughts surpassed the abominations not only in size and strength but also in speed and intelligence. When assaulted with arrows and bullets, the undead barbarian kings adeptly sidestepped while wielding their colossal axes for defense. In a more aggressive stance, they would leap onto the walls, wreaking havoc among yers stationed there.


    At the western gate, Amon, a legendary two-times veteran, valiantly absorbed the majority of the creature''s aggro with his sword and shield. Meanwhile, the eastern wing relied on a collective effort, with Lieutenant Marsh, Milo, and his group of convicts boldly diverting the creature''s attention. Simultaneously, Merle and his team of ranged fighters unleashed a barrage of attacks, hoping to exploit weaknesses in the Dreadnought''s defenses.


    The tactical diversion proved effective for only a fleeting moment before the Dreadnought, showcasing unexpected intelligence, redirected its fury towards the ranged fighters.


    Merle, the Crimson Gunner, showcased his exceptional marksmanship, unleashing both his bullets cartridges and the explosive power of 40mm grenades. The deafening echoes of gunfire and explosions drew the attention of the formidable Dreadnoughts, creating a critical diversion for his redneck team.


    In that pivotal moment, another figure emerged¡ªSergeant Dn, the African American yer, leading a small team of support yers armed with long steel spears and heavy chains.


    "It''s time!!"


    With a swiftmand, multiple massive chains were hurled, each ending in a sharp hook designed totch onto the Dreadnoughts.


    "Pull!!"


    Responding to Dn''s orders, four groups of six yers each engaged in a coordinated effort, pulling on the chains with all their might. The massive hooks embedded into the Dreadnoughts'' bodies limited their movements, temporarily immobilizing the colossal adversaries.


    Sensing the advantage, Daniel led the charge, leaping onto the immobilized creatures. His two axes swung with precision, dealing substantial damage. Lieutenant Marsh, Milo, and theirpatriots swiftly followed suit,nding their most potent attacks in a coordinated assault.


    The air resonated with a deafening roar as the Dreadnoughts, momentarily restrained and besieged, faced a sudden onught of concentrated firepower.


    As the giant''s rage continued, it violently tossed yers holding the chains in every direction. With a slight mistake, an opening creates and it swung its massive axes with brutal force, leaving a trail of critically wounded yers.


    [sh: received 122 damage]


    "Arrghh!!! Healers!! Rotate!"


    The devastating blow, even with Captain Carter''s epic [Guardian g] items providing support, brought yers'' HP down to half. Fortunately, the New York yers demonstrated remarkable coordination, implementing strategic rotations to swap attackers while the wounded recovered. This synchronized effort allowed them to maintain a formidable defense against the relentless onught of the undead.


    However, the real challenge unfolded at the central gate, where the Abyss Knight revealed its superior capabilities, surpassing the Dreadnought in rank. Recognizing the imminent danger, the yers adapted their tactics, opting for a hit-and-run strategy that utilized the cavalry''s exceptional mobility.


    With the battlefield outside the Camelot gate was a chaotic spectacle, dominated by hordes of undead masses. Lieutenant Summer faced a seemingly insurmountable objective: to separate the massive Abyss knight from the hordes by drawing it inside the gate.


    Two semi-automatic Desert Eagles in hand, Lieutenant Summer unleashed a barrage of magnum bullets aimed at the giant''s head.


    BAM!! BAM!! BAM!!


    The deafening gunshots reverberated through the air as the Special Forces leader skillfully maneuvered to grab the Abyss Knight''s attention. The giant, in response, unleashed a fierce sword charge that brutally decapitated the lieutenant''s horse.


    Undeterred by the loss of his steed, Lieutenant Summer disyed exceptional agility. He ran over the fallen knight''s sword, deftly leaped onto its shoulder, and seamlessly transitioned onto Vicky''s back¡ªall the while maintaining his relentless gunfire.


    "Lets go!!" The urgentmand echoed through the tumultuous atmosphere as Lieutenant urged Vicky to speed up. The desperate attempt to lead the Abyss Knight away from the central gate continued, each moment fraught with peril and determination.


    The duo sessfully lured the giant inside the gate, their daring maneuver costing them half of the cavalry before the gates were sealed once again.


    As the Abyss Knight entered Camelot City, more than 50 fey warriors emerged from their concealed positions to reinforce the remaining 50 Britannia cavalry. Lieutenant Summer''s special forces,prising multiple seasoned veterans, tactically engaged in the battle alongside the NPC allies, sessfully holding the Abyss Knight at bay and gradually chipping away at its health.


    Vicky, the steadfast partner in this desperate effort, yed a pivotal role. Utilizing her Knight of the Round Table skill, she kept the veterans in check and provided crucial support to the defensive line. This tactical approach, crafted by n for precisely such a battle, momentarily brought a semnce of control to the chaotic situation within the city walls.


    However, the illusion of control shattered with the sound of destruction echoing from the eastern wall. Captain Amon, the two times Egyptian veteran, had reached the end of his stamina after hours of relentlessbat. The Dreadnought, seizing the opportunity, broke through the weakened defenses and created breaches in the eastern walls. Like a flood, hundreds of undead poured into the city, attacking the yers from an unexpected rear nk.


    "Dammit, they couldn''t even hold one!! Fuck!!!"


    The frustration in the air was palpable as the yers grappled with the sudden reversal of fortunes. The eastern gate had fallen, and the undead threat now loomed from within the city itself.


    In this dire moment, a glimmer of hope emerged from the North. A group of yers, cutting through the sea of undead, made a determined sprint toward the eastern gate.


    "Look! It''s the veterans!! They have returned!! We are saved!!"


    Axel and his band of veterans made a silent yet powerful entrance, swiftly boosting the morale of the beleaguered yers. The atmosphere shifted to one of relief and tion, with everyone celebrating their saviors'' return.


    However, amidst the tion, one yer, a girl with heightened perceptions and a sniper scope, couldn''t locate a familiar face.


    "Where is n!?" her concern cutting through the cheers and celebration.

 Chapter 221 Final Battle 3

    221 Final Battle 3


    It took Axel three grueling hours to navigate through the undead-infested terrain and lead his veteran team back to Camelot City. Upon their arrival, exhaustion clung to them, but Axel wasted no time. His focus was set on the most lucrative reward¡ªa showdown with the boss-level undead, the Dreadnought. n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "We are here. You can rest now, Captain Amon," Axel assured the weary Egyptian captain.


    Despite their small numbers¡ªonly 15 veterans¡ªAxel''s presence at the devastated wall triggered a sudden shift in the undead hordes surrounding them. The creatures, once aggressive and relentless, seemed to lose their edge, bing mere targets awaiting destruction by the newly arrived veterans.


    It was the passive ability of Axel''s newly acquired Necromancer ss. As he stood near the broken wall, the influence of the Lich King appeared to waver.


    "Go kill that giant!" Axel ordered, pointing toward the formidable Dreadnought. The veterans, reinvigorated by Axel''s leadership, prepared for a decisive assault on the monstrous undead foe.


    Cammie, the Blue ster, showcased her acrobatic prowess, expertly navigating between the houses. With precise movements, she unleashed the destructive force of her energy cannon, each shot leaving trails of brilliant light in the night. The other veterans quickly followed suit, strategically positioning themselves to create a relentless onught that surrounded the Dreadnought from multiple angles. HavingGabriel the Bishop standing by to ensure their health and stamina, they dared to aggressivelypete for the honor ofnding the most hits.


    [1:58:07]


    With great effort and skill, the yers managed to bring down both Dreadnoughts on each sides of the walls; eastern and western walls. The exhrating sight of the colossal undead falling in defeat filled the yers with a triumphant sense of aplishment. Soon after, an announcement resounded through their gamelinks:


    [You havepleted Bonus quest: Defeat Wuffia the Dreadnought]


    [You havepleted Bonus quest: Defeat Horsa the Dreadnought]


    The rewards varied, ranging from a basic 500 survival points for mere participation to prestigious Rank C rewards for the top contributors. The yers eagerly anticipated the distribution of their hard-earned rewards, celebrating their victory in the heart of the chaotic battlefield.


    Eager for greater rewards, Axel and his veteran team, despite their dyed arrival, swiftly transitioned from the defense of the destroyed wall to the central gate. The French noble had set his sights on the formidable Abyss Knight, determined to secure a more substantial reward for himself and his men. This abrupt shift in strategy left the defense of the destroyed wall in the capable hands of Captain Thierry and Amon.


    The situation at the central gate was dire. Captain Summers, leading the special forces, found it nearly impossible to contend with the B-rank undead boss and the relentless onught of undead minions. In the thirty minutes since the battle began, they had only managed to chip away at one-third of the Abyss Knight''s health. The fey warriors and Britannia knights under Captain Summers''mand had suffered severe casualties, with many sumbing to the undead forces turning these once NPC alias into formidable enemies.


    Axel and his veteran team found themselves in the midst of chaos as they faced not only the formidable Abyss Knight but also a horde of gargoyles that swarmed the area. The veterans'' arrival was a wee relief to the beleaguered defenders at the central gate.


    "Let''s clear these undead soldiers first!" Axelmanded, seizing control of the situation with authoritative leadership. The veterans, battle-hardened and disciplined, quickly fell into formation, engaging the undead minions with precision.


    Following behind the reinforcements was a sharpshooter, a sniper girl whose sudden appearance prompted a series of urgent inquiries. She directed her questions at Axel with a sense of urgency, her concern palpable.


    "Where is n? Where is he?" Rose demanded, her eyes searching for answers.


    Vicky and Lieutenant Summers, the special forces leader, also turned their attention to Axel, awaiting an exnation. Unable to evade the question any longer, Axel responded,


    "Isn''t it obvious? He died on the quest!"


    A wave of disbelief washed over Vicky''s face as she sought rification. "How?! How did he die?"


    Axel, maintaining a stoic demeanor, delivered the news matter-of-factly. "Don''t be dramatic. He has enough survival points to join the next round. Now, focus on the fight!"


    Rose, however, couldn''t easily ept this response. Her gaze intensified, reflecting a mixture of disbelief and determination as she silently vowed to uncover the truth. The battle raged on, but the unsettling news lingered in the minds of those who had fought alongside n.


    Despite the turmoil, Vicky focused on her contributions to the ongoing fight against the Abyss Knight. She strategically shared her abilities with the two werewolf duo, Marcus and Jason, boosting their defense and HP. Simultaneously, the death knights, having dealt with multiple undead soldiers, unleashed their maximum 30% boost in damage.


    The Abyss Knight, despite being on the brink of defeat, proved to be a formidable adversary. As its health dropped to critical levels, it unleashed a defensive skill that made it nearly impervious to the onught. The veterans found their attacks reduced to mere scratches, while a single swing of the Abyss Knight''s sword could cleave through more than half of their HP.


    "Just 10% more! Kill it!" shouted Cachellos, urging the veterans to press on and finish the giant undead knight.


    Their efforts were reaching a critical point, but before they could achieve victory, distant shrieks echoed through the battlefield. The Lich King, mounted on its skeletal horse, began advancing, apanied by a massive concentration of undead units.


    The horde''s movement shifted with terrifying coordination, concentrating its forces directly on the central gate. In mere moments, the gates were overrun as thousands of undead surged out like an unstoppable tide, flooding the area around the Abyss Knight and the battling veterans. The situation took a dire turn as the defenders faced not only the relentless Abyss Knight but also the impending onught of the Lich King and his undead legions.


    "The Lich King ising!!"


    Thank you for reading, moreing soon

 Chapter 222 Final Battle 4

    222 Final Battle 4


    The Lich King finally made his move.


    Atop his skeletal, leading the ominous parade of undead horrors. Thousands of skeletons shuffled forward, apanied by elite undead warriors and a haunting assembly of revenants. The collective movement turned the defenders on the wall into a state of panic, as the overwhelming force converged on the central gate.


    "How can we stop this!!!" Captain Farrel''s voice rang out in desperation, his eyes widening as he witnessed Lieutenant Sanderson and his Charliepany being engulfed by the relentless horde.


    "Fall back!! Retreat!! Retreat!!"


    The retreatmand echoed across the walls, a desperate plea for survival. Lieutenant Sanderson, despite his bravery, fell defending the very rear of his units, sumbing to the relentless onught.


    The urgency of the situation prompted Captain Carter to swiftly reposition units toward the center. However, the undead force''s overwhelming number and speed surpassed their ability to react effectively. With the central gate overrun, Captain Carter made a quick and decisive decision.


    "Launch the mortar!!"


    Thest card in Captain Carter''s hand was yed¡ªthe four [L16 Mortar] teams swiftly prepared and fired theirst few rounds of explosives shells.


    "Shoot!"


    Explosions reverberated as the mortar shells struck the amassed undead horde in front of the gates, iming hundreds of undead each second and temporarily halting their relentless advance. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Seizing the moment, Captain Carter shoot a re into the sky, signaling a retreat to all yers.


    This strategic maneuver had been meticulously nned by the coalition. n, foreseeing the intensity of the final hours and the undead''s ultimate assault, had advocated for a strategy of full retreat once the gate was breached. The primary objective of the round was survival, and a strategic withdrawal in this dire situation would buy the yers valuable time and increase their chances.


    "Fall back!! All retreat!!" Captain Carter''s voice echoed across the battleground, rallying the yers to disengage and retreat from the overwhelming undead forces.


    As the retreat began, the New York server''s mortar strategy came into y, unleashing explosive rounds to cover the withdrawal. The support team and ranged units skillfully executed their roles, providing cover fire and creating a path for the knights and warriors who guarded the rear. The tter of armor and the sounds of footsteps echoed through the town as the defenders rushed toward Camelot Pce.


    21:38


    Amidst the organized retreat, an urgent announcement illuminated everyone''s gamelinks: [60 minutes left to survive]. The ticking clock added a sense of urgency to the chaotic scene, pushing the yers to hasten their escape.


    However, at the heart of the city, Axel and his band of veterans defied the general retreat order. Their focus was on the colossal Abyss Knight standing before them, an imposing threat that needed to be neutralized before the Lich King''s imminent arrival.


    "They areing!! Kill this Abyss Knight! Kill it fast!!" Axel''s rallying cry echoed through the central square, intensifying the urgency of the veterans'' assault. Their determination was fueled by the realization that the fate of the final quest hung in the bnce, dependent on the Abyss Knight''s demise before the arrival of the Lich King.


    However, the Abyss Knight, with its formidable special abilities, proved to be a relentless adversary. In the final moments of the assault, the veterans managed to inflict only a meager 5% damage to the undead general. As the bombardment ceased, the undead horde breached the walls and began flooding the town. The chaos intensified as the yers struggled to hold their ground.


    "3% left! Do not give up!! Kite it back to the pce!!!"


    "2%!!"


    "1% a little bit more!!!"


    Just when victory seemed within reach, shock and dismay swept over the group as the Abyss Knight''s health inexplicably surged once again.


    "2%!! How could it be!!"


    Axel''s voice rang with frustration as the unexpected turn of events threatened to shatter their hopes of defeating the Abyss Knight before the Lich King''s arrival. They quickly realized the culprit when they saw the arrival of the Necromancer; the Lich King had the power to restore the Abyss Knight''s health. Despite their best efforts, within the next few minutes, the Abyss Knight''s health had returned above 5%. The undead general seized the opportunity and unleashed a powerful sweep attack, iming the life of Jason, one of the Bloodpatriot werewolves.


    Once again, Axel found himself caught in the crossfire of battling two formidable undead bosses simultaneously. Even Cachellos, acknowledging the dire situation, suggested that the noble to abandon the fight and join the others in retreat, defending within the safety of the castle.


    "No! No retreat!! Bring more people in to help! We will win this!!" Axel''s resolve remained unyielding, determined to face the overwhelming odds and emerge victorious. The stakes were higher than ever, and the veterans braced themselves for an intensified struggle against thebined might of the Abyss Knight and the Lich King.


    Axel''s resolute decision rallied several other veterans into the fray; the two-times veteran Captain Amon form Egypt, the few Bangkok server veterans with Singdal the martial artist among them, the Wolverines led by Merle rednecks and Milo''s group of convicts, all joined the battle.


    With theirbined forces, in the next 15 minutes, despite being guarded by dozens of revenants, the yers sessfully reduced the Lich King''s health by half.


    In a burst of optimism, Axel''s rallying cry resonated, "Yes, let''s kill the necromancer first! It''s much easier!" However, their triumph was short-lived. The necromancer, retaliated with a dark spell that siphoned the life force from its undead minions. Shock and frustration gripped the yers as they witnessed the necromancer''s health restore to an infuriating 100%.


    "Dammit, they just can''t die! How are we going to kill them?" Merle eximed, his frustration mirrored by the surrounding veterans.


    Amid the uncertainty, Rose, with her heightened perceptions, caught sight of a figure hurtling toward them at high speed. Recognition shed across her face with a triumphant smile, "He''s still alive!" The unexpected arrival injected a renewed sense of hope into the beleaguered fighters.


    Thank you for reading


    Avan

 Chapter 223 Mutation

    223 Mutation


    [You have died.]


    [You havepleted the requirement for bloodline mutation.]


    [Bloodline mutation in process.]


    n felt disoriented, unsure of how much time had passed. What he did realize was that his body had undergone a transformation¡ªthe third upgrade of a bloodline gene.


    [Bloodline: Vampire Gene]


    [Type: Epic]


    [Increases - Max HP 30, Agility +2, Strength +1, Perception +1]


    [Increases stamina regeneration by 20%, enhances perception in the dark, provides 50% resistance to sleep deprivation, and 30% resistance to cold]


    [Penalties: 30% weakness to fire, -30% Health and Spirit point regeneration in sunlight]


    [Bloodline innate skill - Vampire transformation]


    n took a moment to absorb the changes. The newfound enhancements and abilities marked a significant evolution in his stats. The vampire bloodline, with its unique strengths and vulnerabilities, had be an integral part of his virtual existence.


    ####


    [n D Angello, Male, 27 years]


    [Level 40: 310,250/325,000]


    [HP:400/400]


    [Stamina: 100%]


    [Spirit points: 130/130]


    [Strength: D+] [Agility B] [Endurance: D-]


    [Perception: D+] [Intelligence: B]


    [Spirit: E]


    These notifications shed through n''s mind as he gradually emerged from the brink of death. The dark chamber surrounded him, void of any light, yet with his newfound Vampire gene, he perceived it with rity, bathed in a subtle red hue.


    "How long was I out for?"


    n essed his game link, revealing the time: [02:18]. He had been unconscious for nearly 3 hours, and with only 3 and a half hours left in the game round, time was running out. Despite the urgency, he believed he could make it back to Camelot if he found an exit immediately.


    Eager to leave, n sensed movement in the darkness¡ªtwo Revenants charging at him. These remnants were likely the fallen veteran yers, now transformed into formidable undead adversaries.


    "I guess you will be a good test for my new upgrade," n remarked before drawing his [Ringwraith Sword] and swiftly charging at the approaching skeleton units.


    The room briefly brightened as n''s [Ringwraith Sword] sparked on impact, the brilliant sh casting a momentary glow that revealed the ferocity of his attack.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 182 damage]


    n''s transformation, though subtle in its impact on damage, manifested prominently in the fluidity of his movements. The upgraded stamina, coupled with his B-rank agility, transformed the skirmish into a mesmerizing dance of swordy. The two Revenants found themselves outmatched, unable tond a single strike on the agile vampire. n further heightened his prowess with the activation of [Swift de], a skill that enhanced his speed, making him virtually untouchable to the undead duo.


    With a whirlwind of strikes, n maneuvered through the skirmish,nding blows with precision and finesse. The Revenants, disoriented and overwhelmed, could only futilely attempt to retaliate. The once dimly lit chamber now echoed with the sounds of shing steel and the asional hiss of dissipating magic.


    As n poised for the final strike, ready to dispatch the Revenants, the chamber''s tranquility shattered. The rock behind him crumbled, revealing another unexpected participant¡ªMerlin, the Dark Magus, still alive and emanating hostility as he cast a spell directly at n.


    Reacting swiftly to the known power of this boss-level monster, n leaped backward, narrowly evading the anticipated st of powerful lightning. The ground he had just upied crackled and smoked from the residual energy.


    "Merlin... friend... this is me, n... don''t hurt me, will you!?"


    Undeterred, Merlin unleashed a series of dark incantations, conjuring shadowy tendrils that snaked towards n. With a deft maneuver, n twirled his [Ringwraith Sword] and used the t of the de to deflect the mystical onught. Regrettably, his plea fell on deaf ears. The once-trusted NPC status was now obsolete; the figure before him considered n as apletely new unit.


    Enclosed by walls and rocks, n found himself with no option but to engage inbat. A flicker of relief washed over him as he noted the boss''s health stood at 30%, offering a glimmer of hope for victory. Without hesitation, n unleashed his newly learned skill.


    [Vampire transformation] n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The skill consumed almost all of his spirit points, taking a few seconds to fully activate. His body underwent a transformation, turning pale, while his eyes became bloodshot, apanied by a surge in his abilities.


    [Increases 30% speed, Increase 20% strength]


    [-50% Health and Spirit point regeneration in sunlight]


    [New Innate skill acquired - Drain life]


    With a 30% increase in speed, coupled with his B-rank agility attribute, a 20% speed boost from his [Ringwraith sword], and an additional 15% attack speed from his Swords Master rank, n now operated on the same level as top A-rank agility yer.


    n, fueled by the surge of vampiric power, danced through the battlefield with unparalleled speed. His target, the two Revenants, fell swiftly under the relentless strikes of his [Ringwraith Sword], creating a temporary breathing space. Merlin, the Dark Magus, unleashed a barrage of spells in an attempt to halt n''s advance, but the newly acquired speed and agility proved too formidable.


    In response to Merlin''s single-target spells, n effortlessly dodged and parried, his every move a testament to his enhanced abilities. When the Dark Magus resorted to potent area-of-effect spells, n swiftly raised his [White Knight Shield], supported by the magical resistance of his [Magic ring]. Thebined items gave him a total of 50% magic resistance, allowed him to weather the magical onught and maintain his offensive.


    Despite the advantage, n faced a grim reality: his [Drain life] skill was ineffective against undead foes. Therefore, he adopted a strategic approach, ensuring his own health remained steady while systematically wearing down Merlin''s formidable defenses. The intense battle continued for more than 15 minutes before n emerged victorious, finally vanquishing the undead boss.


    The victorious notifications flooded n''s vision, signaling the end of the challenging battle.


    [You have Defeated Merlin the Dark Magus]


    [You have received 15,000 XP and 7,500 Survival Points]


    [You received C-rank reward x1]


    [You received Epic chest x1]


    The rewards were fitting for the intense struggle he had faced. As he eagerly opened the chest, n was pleasantly surprised to find an item that promised to be exceptionally effective against the looming threat of the necromancer.


    Knowing he had less than three hours before the round concluded, n swiftly navigated his way out of the catbs through the familiar bat cave. Emerging into the night air, n found himself once again confronted by the sea of undead that filled the outskirts. With a focused resolve, he skillfully maneuvered through the relentless onught of monsters. His abilities allowed him to move with swift precision, effortlessly dodging their attacks and pressing forward toward the distant glow of Camelot City.


    The moonlight cast eerie shadows as n continued his journey. The countdown to the end of the game round added urgency to his steps.

 Chapter 224 Final Battle 5

    Chapter 224 Final Battle 5


    ??[30 minutes left to survive]


    "There is no way we can kill this thing!! It keeps healing up!!" eximed Poe, the prominent figure leading the convict team.


    The desire for extra rewards fueled the yers'' determination to defeat the necromancer¡ªan essential objective for the current round. However, the situation was reaching a critical point. Most yers had sessfully entered Camelot Castle, leaving the undead hordes to swarm the entire city, intensifying the boss battle at the town''s center.


    "They have overrun the east gate; more hordes will arrive here!" shouted Merle, who kept a vignt lookout. Despite the escting threat, Axel did not call off the yers and continued their efforts to eliminate the two undead bosses.


    Vicky, engaged in a close battle with the boss, teetered on the verge of giving up. Her morale plummeted, particrly since the French noble had assumedmand of the fight. She was prepared to call for a retreat when Rose''s voice cut through the chaos, shouting, "It''s n!! He is still alive!!"


    n swiftly leaped between the rooftops, his agile movements bringing him to a vantage point where all veteran yers could witness his return. As hended, a murmur of both surprise and relief spread among the battle-worn fighters.


    The Wolverines, ted at the sight of their leader still alive, and Axel, the French noble, couldn''t help but chuckle in amusement. "How many lives do you actually have?" the noble inquired, his toneced with both surprise and mockery.


    n paid no attention to the remark, his focus shifting to a familiar figure leaping towards him. It was Rose, her face expressing genuine relief before trying to exins the situation.


    As n surveyed the battlefield, he couldn''t help but feel a twinge of admiration for the collective strength of the 70 yers¡ªveterans and elites from four different servers¡ªfighting together in unison. Despite the onught of iing hordes and the resilience of the two formidable bosses, they managed to maintain an effective fighting formation.


    The Lich King stubbornly held onto 70% of its health, proving to be a resilient adversary. Meanwhile, the Abyss Knight posed an even greater challenge, its special defensive skills preventing yers from reducing its HP below 8%. The constant healing from the Necromancer only added to the difficulty of the task at hand.


    Witnessing the challenging situation, n couldn''t help but release a deep sigh. The Abyss Knight, with its special defensive skill, was a formidable foe, especially when paired with the Necromancer, and once again, n felt frustrated by Axel''s decision to kill Artorius.


    Drawing upon the knowledge of the two undead bosses acquired from his past lives, n began formting tactics and calcting the chances of defeating both bosses with minimal risk. The thought of dying at thest minute after a continuous seven-day battle was too tragic to bear.


    Having devised a strategy, n sighed once more, acknowledging that the only viable path to victory was to coborate with Axel''s team.


    "If you want to win, follow my instructions!" he dered, his voice cutting through the chaos of the ongoing battle, emphasizing the urgency and seriousness of the impending struggle.


    With Axel''s attempts to defeat the two undead bosses proving futile and his veteran teams depleted in stamina and spirit points, he found himself with no alternative. Refusing n''s guidance also meant abandoning the quest altogether, as n had the power to pull all of New York''s yers away. Axel had no choice but to agree. "Everyone!! Listen to your newmander!" he shouted.


    "Good! Follow me!!" nmanded.


    Rather than persisting in futilebat, n initiated a strategic retreat, leading everyone back closer to Camelot Pce, where the remaining yers had gathered.


    "If we pull back now, we won''t have the time to kill them both!" Zencher protested n''s decision. "What is that retard thinking!!" he eximed, but Axel''s silence rendered Zencher''s words ineffective against the unity of the veterans.


    [21 minutes left to survive]


    [Abyss Knight - HP 7%]


    [Lich King - HP 58%]


    n swiftly ordered all yers to kite the two bosses and the surrounding undead back, instructing them to slowly regain their stamina and spirit points while saving the cooldown of their active skills. He continue analyzing the situation and coordinating with the yers. The tension in the air was palpable as they prepared for the final, decisive battle to save Camelot.


    As they reached a small clearing with the castle wall behind their backs, n dered, "This is it! We''re going to make ourst stand here!"


    The chosen location not only added a few dozen ranged fighters positioned on top of the walls to the equation but also prevented the units from being surrounded from two sides.


    With efficiency, n allocated each yer''s cement and tasks. The yer with the highest defense, Captain Amon, would be in charge of tanking the Abyss Knight, while the second strongest, Marcus in his werewolf form, would tank the Lich King. All ranged fighters were to focus on shooting the two undead bosses, while others were given tasks to guard the perimeter.


    The tension built up as n''s strategic direction set the stage for the final confrontation.


    Despite the grumbling from some yers about the perceived decrease in their individual contributions by being assigned to guard the perimeter, n quickly reminded them of the primary objective¡ªquestpletion. The strategy was straightforward: prevent the undead soldiers from reaching the Necromancer. Three dozen yers, renowned for their melee prowess, moved past the two formidable bosses and positioned themselves strategically to intercept the iing hordes.


    [18 minutes left to survive]


    Time flew quickly, but n maintained strict discipline. He ordered a concentrated attack to ensure both undead bosses were brought under a specific health threshold, preventing them from recovering prematurely.


    [Abyss Knight - HP 6%]


    [Lich King - HP 51%]


    "Alright, it''s time! All out attack!!" n''smand echoed across the battlefield, rallying the yers for a final, decisive assault.

 Chapter 225 Final Minutes

    225 Final Minutes


    As themand echoed through the battlefield, the Abyss Knight''s health finally dwindled to 5%. This should have triggered the Necromancer to cast a healing spell for its general. However, at the same moment, a relentless bombardment from the ranged attackers brought down the Necromancer''s health below 50%,pelling the Lich King to use the healing spell for itself instead. With no undead soldiers around to siphon from, it didn''t have enough spirit points to heal both of them.


    "All attack the knight!!" n shouted.


    Understanding n''s n, yers unleashed their strongest attacks, focusing on the Abyss Knight. Excitement surged through the ranks as they executed powerful strikes and spells. Cammie, the blue ster, continuously fired energy sts despite her cannon showing an overheating status.Merle and his rednecks, along with Cachellos and his mercenaries, showered the Abyss Knight with a relentless rain of bullets.


    [Shooting: Inflicts 3 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 4 damage]


    [Shooting: Inflicts 3 damage]


    Most bullets dealt less than 5 damage to the high-defense Abyss knight. However, Rose, with her keen perception, managed tond multiple critical strikes, aiming directly at the head.


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 9 damage]


    With more than two dozen yers aiming at the giant undead, the cumtive damage reached about 50 to 100 HP per second.


    "Keep shooting!!" nmanded, his voice cutting through the chaos, urging the yers to maintain their relentless assault on the now-vulnerable Abyss Knight. The barrage of gunfire continued, creating a symphony of destruction aimed at bringing down the formidable foe.


    The Abyss Knight desperately tried to swing its massive shield to block most of the bullets and wielded its swords in an attempt to force the yers to retreat. Despite its efforts, within a minute without healing, its health dropped below 2%.


    nning to secure some reward from the undead giant, n decided to join the fight in thest seconds. Using his [Lunge Strike] followed by [de Frenzy] to its back, nnded multiple critical strikes and dealt the decisive blow to the boss-level undead.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 15 damage]


    [Critical hit inflicted from sneak attack, 8 damage, target died]


    [You have sessfully killed Artorius, the Abyss Knight]


    [You have received 4000 XP and 2000 Survival points]


    [You received E-rank reward x1]


    [10 minutes left to survive]


    "We can win this!!!" n shouted.


    At that critical moment, Marcus'' health hung precariously low, and he had already exhausted his [Wolf Regeneration] skill. Amon the two-times veterans also found himself at the bottom of his stamina. With no one else able to take the brunt of the onught, n stepped into the tanking role. His three-hour cooldown was up, and he swiftly activated his [Vampire Transformation].


    With a burst of enhanced speed and a flurry of fiercebo strikes, n deftly diverted the necromancer''s attention. His strikesnded with precision, forcing the skeletal horse to turn wild. In the chaos, the undead creature managed to unleash a powerful kick, striking n with formidable force.


    [Impact: received 112 damage]


    The blow proved to be a terrifying one, hurling n to the ground. However, showing remarkable agility, when the Necromancer''s sword poised for a second attack, n swiftly executed his [Shadow Strike], instantly evading to the necromancer''s back, setting the stage for a calcted sneak attack.


    With only seven minutes remaining and the Lich King''s health at 36%, Zencher decided to take charge, leading his small team of death knights into the area to join the attack.


    "You are not taking all the contribution yourself, teacher!!'' he said


    However, this move left a gap in their parameter defenses, allowing a few skeletons and a revenant to slip through into the area.


    "Zencher!! Why are you so stupid?!!" n eximed.


    Swiftly reacting, Axel used his necromancer skills to fill the breach, but the damage was done. The Lich King took advantage of the opening, gaining another 10% health by siphoning the life force of its own undead soldiers.


    [Lich King - HP 43%]


    [5 minutes left to survived]


    "We are not gonna make it, are we!!" shouted Vicky in desperation.


    n, however, could not afford to give up at this crucial moment.


    "No! not yet! don''t give up now!!"


    He decided to utilize the one item he had obtained from the Epic chest dropped by Merlin.


    [Holy Water]


    [Type: Other]


    [Drink: within 3 minutes; Recover 200 HP, Spirit +3, light-based spell damage +100%]


    [Throw: Holy damage 1000 within one minute, two times effects on undead]


    [Able to Bring Outside the Game: No]


    n initially nned to keep it, but considering the critical situation, he decisively threw the rare potion at the necromancer. As the bottle of holy water sshed on its skeletal form, the necromancer roared in pain.


    With 2000 damage, it would take 10% of the necromancer''s HP in a minute. However, the high damage led the necromancer to shift its attention toward n. The dark, bony figure advanced menacingly, its empty eye sockets fixed on n as it prepared to retaliate.


    Even with his extreme speed, n found it difficult to dodge all the necromancer''s attacks that rained down as multiple explosive spells from atop its fast horse. His weakness to fire made these spells especially potent. n couldn''t retreat too far, as it would lead the necromancer out of the perimeter. In the end, n had no choice but to turn back and face the approaching undead sorcerer.


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 56 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 62 damage]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 58 damage]


    [Fire Impact: received 152 damage]


    For every few strikes nnded, he received a powerful counter from the necromancer. His [Medical Gauze] and healing spells couldn''t keep up with the relentless assault on his health.


    [Lich King - HP 8%]


    The taunt gave n an idea, he decisively ran toward the Frenchman. Utilizing [Shadow Strike], he leaped behind the death knight and used his [Drain Life] on him. The necromancer, in hot pursuit, cast a potent fire spell. Using Zencher as a makeshift shield and drawing some health from him,, n managed to survive the fiery onught. Emerging from the dissipating smoke, he executed a precision strike with his [Ringwraith Sword].


    09:37


    [2 minutes left to survive]


    [n D Angello]


    [HP: 82/400]


    [Stamina: 32%]


    n was in a critical state, caught in a dilemma where running risked the quest failure, but another hit could prove fatal.


    "Hahaha, just sacrifice yourself, teacher! We will finish the battle for you!" mocked Zencher from the sideline. N?v(el)B\\jnn


    The taunt gave n an idea, he decisively ran toward the Frenchman. Utilizing [Shadow Strike], he leaped behind the death knight and used his [Drain Life] on him. The necromancer, in hot pursuit, cast a potent fire spell. Using Zencher as a makeshift shield and drawing some health from him,, n managed to survive the fiery onught. Emerging from the dissipating smoke, he executed a precision strike with his [Ringwraith Sword].


    [Power Attack]


    [Stabbing: Inflicts 88 damage]


    With less than a minute on the clock, the necromancer cunningly opted to flee. n, undeterred, pursued relentlessly, employing every skill in his arsenal. Despite his best efforts, the necromancer remained just out of reach. In ast-second decision, n grasped his [Sawed-off Shotgun], and fired.


    "Taste my Boomstick!"


    [Shooting: Lethal Attack. Inflicts 73 damage]


    [You have sessfully killed the Lich King]


    [Game concluded]


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