~ Vanquishing the Beast ~
[† Name: Alan Monolith.] [Alias: The One.] [Race: Human.] [Level: 1.] [Title: Nil.] [Class: Awakened.] [Health Points (HP): 100] [Mana Points (MP): 55] [Experience (XP): 10 / 100] [† Attributes: - Strength: 10 - Agility: 10 - Intelligence: 10 - Endurance: 10 - Dexterity: 10 - Luck: 5 - Wisdom: 5 - Charisma: 5] [† Skills: - Combat Skills: - Basic Swordsmanship: Level 1 - Magic Skills: - Basic Fireball: Level 1 - Miscellaneous Skills: - Basic Cooking: Level 1] [† Abilities: - Active Abilities: - Quick Strike: Level 1 - Passive Abilities: - Enhanced Senses: Level 1] [† Equipment: - Weapon: Wooden Sword - Armour: Locked. - Accessories: None.] [† Inventory: - Health Potion: 1 - Mana Potion: 1 - Enhancement Potion: 1] [Quests unlocked] [† Secret Advancement Quest: Courage of the Weak >>> Completed.] [† Active Quests: - Complete Daily Basic Training: To be completed before noon.] ... “I still don’t get how cooking is going to help me fight monsters like that,” Alan grumbled, swiping the screen aside. It crumbled into pixels and dissipated back into the void. “I mean, look at those guys,” he muttered, fixing his gaze on the Hunters fighting the large beast. The brown-haired Sophia raised her right foot at the incoming Armoured Tusk. Frosts of ice began to flood her boot, growing rapidly to form a bigger construct of the boot, which she kicked forward, pounding it into the beast’s torso. The force of impact drove the Armoured Tusk to a stagger. She didn’t possess the needed strength to bring it down. She was well aware. That’s why she had her teammates with her. She slouched forward a bit, almost touching her boots. The lazy Liam used her back as a platform, drawing back the hammer of his revolver before flipping over her. He aimed and pulled the trigger mid-flip. By the time he rolled over her, a large hole had bored into the Armoured Tusk’s chest, the skin and scales around the hole melting like lava. Liam stood before Sophia, his revolvers pointed forward. He channelled his mana through both hands and pulled the triggers simultaneously, without stopping. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bullets of condensed mana went flying forward, cutting through the air like a pin through water. They struck the beast in a flurry, puncturing multiple holes through its body before it could even lift a muscle. Liam exhaled wisps of hot fumes with closed eyes, cooling his body. He spun the revolvers and holstered them at the same time. The Armoured Tusk grunted lowly as it struggled to heal its many wounds. The side of a bluish ball shone from one of the holes in its chest. The rest of the ball was still kept safe in its unscathed flesh. “You didn’t even take out its core. A great sharpshooter indeed,” Sophia muttered in sarcasm, conjuring another spear of ice. Liam walked backwards to stand beside her, “I can’t shoot what I can’t see. There’s also been cases of the cores changing locations in the sense of danger.” “Of course you have an excuse. You always do,” she scoffed, closing one eye as she took aim at the core. Liam’s brows twitched, “Are you kidding me? I--” “-- I would stop bickering if I were you, and focus on what needs to be done,” Captain Beaumont chipped in abruptly, nudging his chin at the Armoured Tusk. Sophia and Liam tilted their heads like rusted clocks, their eyes dilating gradually. Like its name, curved tusks grew out of its mouth, quivering at intervals as they contained a very volatile energy. The holes in its chest began to close to guard its core. “Shit! It’s using the Last Testament!” Sophia gritted her teeth, throwing her spear forward with all her strength. Its flight speed was phenomenal, closing the distance between her and the beast so fast, one would think it teleported. However, the Armoured Tusk was advancing into a higher state. It caught the spear before it could pierce its core, frosts of ice creeping over its hand. It was only a second away from fully growing the scales around its chest. At that moment, an ethereal voice came from above, soothing, and yet terrifying at the same time. “Finger of God!” A loud whir boomed right above the Armoured Tusk as a magnificent pillar of light descended from the heavens, piercing through it without effort. Its body and core vanished instantly without a trace. There was no after effect from the impact. The pillar of light was only there to eradicate its target and nothing else. The pillar of light dissipated into white flakes. Liam dropped his hands from his eyes once the bright light faded. He shifted his gaze to the sky, where their last squad member, Light Becker — the girl who attended to Alan earlier — stood with an angelic posture. “Tsk. Show off,” Sophia clicked her teeth. Light descended slowly and landed softly before them. She stroked down her lush white hair, “You guys really need to learn to finish off the monsters before anything else. You know they run amok once they fully unleash their Last Testament.” “Still, that pillar of light was you overreacting. We could have taken it down with a more subtle means,” Liam shrugged. Then he cracked his neck, “At least that’s over. Now can we go?” “Yeah, I guess. The Raven Squad wiped out about sixty percent of the gateway break monsters. We were left to pick off the scraps,” Sophia muttered with a tinge of jealousy. “Wait... Not yet. Hermolith needs to answer some questions,” Captain Beaumont stepped away from the wall he leaned on and marched toward Alan, his steps heavy, the ground begging. Alan was busy questioning The System about levelling up, when he noticed the entire squad of four standing before him. He sat up, unsure of what to do. He simply kowtowed, “Thank you for saving me.” “If I had a Surn for every time we’ve had to carry you and you appreciate us, I would have bought a car,” Sophia scoffed, staring at her nails. “Don’t be rude,” Light nudged her shoulder. Sophia rolled her eyes. [Surn is Oratoa’s official currency.] ‘Figures...’ Alan shrugged. Captain Beaumont cleared his throat and went straight to the point, “Where is it?” “Where is what?” Alan answered with a question, his brows scrunched. The Captain’s gaze and fit were quite imposing. No doubt about that. But Alan has gotten tired of being looked down upon like some worthless individual. Captain Beaumont scoffed, “You know what I’m talking about. That’s why the Armoured Tusk came here. The gateway break occurred at the edge of town. That beast had no reason being here, if not to get back what was stolen.” “Oh, no wonder the other monsters were moving toward this area,” Liam rubbed his chin in realization. Alan was completely confused, “Seriously, I have no idea what you guys are talking about.” “Do you really want us to say it out loud?” Sophia asked with a grunt. Alan shrugged, “Maybe.” Captain Beaumont looked down at him, “You stole the forbidden artefact, didn’t you?”~ Scepticism ~Alan couldn’t help but frown a bit, “The forbidden artefact? Am I supposed to know what that is?”[Actually... Yes.]‘Huh? Tell me,’ Alan replied internally, while maintaining his confused expression on the outside. He saw Captain Beaumont move and he panicked, ‘Spill it!’[Artefacts are found in random dungeons and possess very unique abilities. From stain removal to rewriting reality itself. The artefacts are graded based on their level of power. A forbidden artefact is at the crux of the hierarchy.]‘Okay, but what does that have to do with me?’ Alan’s gaze remained on the squad, who, for some odd reason, had stopped moving.He raised a brow, ‘Are my eyes playing tricks on me?’[No. It’s my doing. It helps relay information faster.][Now, listen. You went on a raid yesterday with this particular squad... Well, the former you. You discovered a forbidden artefact after clearing the dungeon and beating the final boss. Everyone was told to leave, so that higher ranked Hu
~ Gaining Information ~ A subtle tremor shook the street as every other part of Alan’s house came crashing down. The quake startled him a bit, but he quickly found his bearing and turned to trace the source of the sudden impact. His house was nothing more than a heap of rubble at that moment. He simply sighed and turned to continue his stroll, ‘I really hope you’re right about that damage insurance.’ [They should arrive soon.] He took a sharp detour and approached a small restaurant, puffs of steam escaping its chimneys. He didn’t know why, but he felt familiar with the restaurant, as though he had been here a couple of times. ‘Maybe the former me used to come here,’ he surmised internally, pushing the metal door open. He walked in to see some men gathered behind the counter, laughing at intervals. There was a young man in the middle, his hands hovering over the counter. Beneath his waving palms was a somewhat holographic construct of a dungeon. In that small construct, th
~ Basic Training ~ Alan took the last bite and drank up his milkshake. His right fist reflexively went to his mouth as he let out a burp. He pushed himself up and cracked his neck. He took a glance at the homeless man still munching on the half burrito that he had given him, “I have to go now.” The homeless man lifted his gaze and simply nodded, chewing gently on the burrito. “Yeah,” Alan nodded back and left the alley. ‘Yo, system,’ he called, feeling quite pumped up. It was as though the little he had just eaten was some kind of energy booster. [Less than two hours before the time limit expires.] Alan smiled, ‘Heh. It’s like you can read my mind. Well... You literally can...’ he quickly moved sideways when a car honked behind him. He watched the car drive past him, its exhaust casually coughing out black smoke, ‘So... this basic training, what am I to do? A few push ups or what?’ A green tab flickered to reality before him. [† Active Quests: - Complete Daily Bas
~ Solo Raid ~ 4 Hours Earlier “So, this is it, huh?” Alan muttered, standing before a five story building, his neck aching as he tried to look at the zenith of the building. The area was quite secluded. Most of the buildings here were either demolished or uninhabitable. It was as a result of a gateway break that happened about a month ago. Only one or two people walked by, mostly adventure-seeking teenagers. Alan lowered his head and stared at the green tab before him. [† New Quest: - Clear the five floors of the abandoned 5th Avenue bakery: To be completed before midnight. - Rewards: ???] There was a picture of the bakery’s current structure underneath the quest. He pinched his nose bridge and let out a sigh, “Let’s do this.” He easily made his way into the ground floor of the building, since the entrance door was barely locked. Damaged baking tools and equipment were left scattered across the floor, rodents dashing here and there. Alan gazed at the stairs th
~ The First Floor ~[Ground Floor Cleared!][Five Floors Left.]“Oof...” Alan let out a sparse exhale, watching the bodies of the goblins shiver into green flakes, slowly evaporating to nothing.He moved closer to a wall and rested his back against it to recover his strength, whilst taking another glance at his profile tab.As usual, the tab appeared and vanished in quick succession, but he was able to retain every bit of information.“Hmm... Wait... No rewards for clearing this floor?” he creased his brows. “Or am I missing something?”[† New Quest:- Clear the 5 floors of the abandoned 5th Avenue bakery: To be completed before midnight.- Rewards: ???]Staring at the quest tab before him, he shrugged, “Yeah, so? I’ve cleared the first one already.”[You are to clear the 5 floors of the bakery. The ground floor doesn’t count.]Alan’s eyes dilated, “What?! W-Why? What was the point of fighting the goblins and wasting that much mana?”The sense behind the System’s logic
~ Quick Wits ~There was no time to think.The Red Hounds had barricaded him, inching closer steadily, their metallic claws scraping the ground.Alan had to make a decision now!“Shit!” He clicked his teeth, reaching into the void once again. By the time he brought his hand out, the enhancement potion was gone, now replaced with the wooden sword he had thought to keep for harder floors.He didn’t want to use it until he had no other option. But if he didn’t use it now and dies, what was the point of hoarding something that could have saved him?Putting his enhanced agility to use, Alan crouched slightly before easing his calf muscles. In a single bound, he leaped over the Hounds, landing at the other side, creating more space and time between them.Feeling the weight of the wooden sword in his grasp, Alan’s spirit felt lifted. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t wait to butcher every single one of the Hounds. Maybe the previous owner of the body hated dogs? Because Alan loved animals,
~ Pressing On ~ Alan took in a deep breath and exhaled softly, releasing the wooden sword back into the void. His hands were still a bit sore, so he spent some seconds stretching and cracking his fingers. Once he was satisfied with the feeling in his hands, he raised a foot to advance forward. However, at that moment, his body felt as light as nothing. His feet now hovered above the ground as he levitated upward via an unknown force. “Huh?” He tried navigating through the air by putting his hands forward and waving them apart, as though he was swimming. But the attempt was futile. Whatever that had taken him airborne didn’t let him have total control over his body. He was only made to go up and up, closer to the ceiling that was made of rocks. “Uh... System, what’s happening?” he finally voiced out in panic as the ground beneath him moved farther away from him. [You’re advancing to the next floor.] “Huh? Then what are the stairs for?” As soon as he asked that, his bod
~ At all Cost ~Alan had found a way to kill Bane.However, when he listed and calculated the criteria to make this possible, he couldn’t help but envision himself die multiple times in his head. The timing had to be perfect, his speed had to be in sync with his strike. If he miscalculated, if he slipped… It would be game over for Alan Hermolith.‘Oof…’ he let out a long sigh, drawing his left leg back and buckling his right knee. He rested most of his weight on his right leg as he leaned forward, the upturned wooden sword stretched to the side.Even with his very low mana, using Quick Strike would have been the best option. However, if he missed the first time, that was it. Sure, he could still launch more attacks within the 10 seconds time frame, but Bane would just adapt and pin him down. Or worse, he’d get caught in the Red Hound’s Gaze of Terror.So instead, he sought for a more… prudent approach.‘This is but a child’s play to what I’ll face in the future. I shouldn’t just rely
~ Countering Vibrations ~Inside the room of a duplex within the dome, the young lady on the bed sat up and yawned, her lush white hair scattered over her face.“Ugh... That noise again,” she grumbled softly as she smoothed her hair and packed it behind her.She remained seated on the bed for minutes, staring listlessly at the window, as though enjoying the recurrent booms and subtle quakes occurring outside.Her eyes were squinted as she focused on the source of the disturbances. She could feel two auras. The first one felt dark and raw, like that of a dungeon monster. The other felt restrained, as though the host had placed a limiter from letting the rest of their aura lose. The latter’s aura also felt familiar... Very familiar.“I thought we took care of all the monsters that escaped the Gateway Break,” she muttered half-heartedly, contemplating on whether to go back to sleep.She could handle the tremors, but other civilians were at risk. It was also certain that the limite
~ Energy ~Aside from the noise coming from everyone that ran for shelter, and those that tried to break through the dome, the street was oddly quiet.Alan and Banshee remained in a fierce staring contest, standing completely still. Alan’s azure eyes were glowing red, while Banshee’s white spiralling eyes had gotten dimmer.[MP: 360][MP:358]Alan’s mana points kept dropping by 2 every passing second.‘What am I supposed to do now?’ Alan began to skim through his inventory. Maybe he had something strong enough to puncture Banshee’s vibrational field.But other than the Blood-red Helmet, Bane’s Fang was the only weapon made of a metal stronger than steel. The vibrational force field had repulsed it like it was nothing .[Can’t you think for yourself?]Alan clicked his tongue, ‘I wasn’t talking to you! It was a rhetorical question. Just get out of my head.’[That’s impossible. We are one.]Banshee’s fingers twitched as he fought hard against the Gaze of Terror. He could see h
~ Noise ~‘Of all rooms to crash into... Tch!’Alan turned his face away when his eyelids refused to close. He stood up almost immediately and dusted the rubble off his body.With his face still turned away, he addressed the naked couple, “Um... I’m really sorry about this. I’ll be leaving now. Carry on.”He walked closer to the gaping hole in the wall and stared down at the street.Banshee was standing at the centre of the land that was once his house. All the rubble and whatnot had been cleared. The creature had his hands behind him, his white spiralling eyes fixated on the hole where Alan stood.‘Tch. What’s this guy’s problem? I just need a place to sleep,’ Alan brandished Bane’s Fang and cracked his neck. ‘I’m tired.’He took a leap off the edge and dove at Banshee with Bane’s Fang raised before him.Banshee let out a sonic scream as Alan got in proximity, but the latter wasn’t planning on facing him head on in the first place.[Ability: Quick Strike >>> Activated!][MP
~ Distortion ~Alan yawned and tilted his neck back, fixing his gaze on the crescent moon.He had given up on looking for a place to sleep. He had no one he could confide in, and vice versa.His lips parted as he muttered, “Ahh... So peaceful.”He regretted his statement almost immediately as a distorted guttural voice boomed into his head.“So it is true, huh? You have returned!”Alan turned on his heels immediately and jumped back in reflex. His body acted before he could even bring his mind to order.“What the...? Who was that?” he asked the thin air and the few cars that drove to and fro.He felt something, like a warm liquid drooling out of his ears, prompting him to touch them with his index fingers. He brought his fingers down to his eye and streetlamp range.They were smeared with a not-so-thick reddish liquid.He creased his brows, “Huh? Blood?”How his ears started bleeding was a complete mystery. Was it because of the voice he heard? But he didn’t even feel any p
~ Night Dilemma ~“8:01 already?” Alan rushed down the sidewalk whilst taking a glance at the big analogue clock situated at the centre of the city. He straightened his neck and focused his gaze on the path before him, ‘Maya must be worried sick. I hope those damage control guys have come to fix the house.’[Actually...] The System stressed as Alan took a sharp turn by a bend.He came to a momentary stop, his eyes gradually opening wide as he stared at the heap of concrete and metal, on the piece of land that his house once stood upon.[... With the Gateway Break that happened earlier today, it would seem that the damage insurance staff are a little short-handed] The System completed.‘Of all things... Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?’ Alan ruffled his hair with a slight frown.Just then, a familiar feline voice jolted him back to reality, “Alan?”Dropping his right hand, his gaze immediately shifted to the small car ahead, parked diagonally across him. He noticed two g
~ Rewards ~“You know what? No, thank you. I do not want my rewards,” Alan snapped, frowning ever so slightly. He couldn’t get mad at the System, no matter how hard he tried, but the frustration was there.[They are YOUR rewards. You’ve been granted them already.]“Then why ask if I want them?” Alan creased his brows.[Don’t you at least want to know what they are?]He sighed, rubbing his forehead with two fingers, “Ahh... I do. I’m just so confused right now. I have a lot of questions, and you just want to ignore all of them.”[I figured it was best you went home to rest for now, and you’ll be debriefed later. More so, the dungeon will crumble and the bakery will take its previous form in an hour.]“That’s a lot of time...” he raised his head and stared at the opposite wall. It was still a little odd talking to someone or something he couldn’t see. He pictured the holographic form of a robot sitting across the hallway as they conversed. “One hour is enough time for any explana
~ Counterpart II ~‘How--’A dense punch to the gut shattered his train of thoughts.The next thing he could remember was getting slammed against a wall, the fist that punched him sinking deeper. He wheezed dryly to catch his breath.But then, the hair behind his neck went taut like needles, alerting him of imminent danger. For that brief moment, Alan wondered why his ‘danger sense’ hadn’t warned him of the punch. Or was it because his mind was experiencing shock?His eyes rolled down and he tilted his neck to the side, his head swaying along with it. Another fist punctured the wall beside his head. It would have hit him instead if he hadn’t dodged in time.Mustering some strength, Alan grabbed both hands by the wrists and stared intently at The Final Boss, just to confirm what he had seen earlier. Maybe it was just some hallucination? His head had been bashed in a couple of times... So there’s that.But no. His brows twitched as he stared at The Final Boss. It was like looki
~ Counterpart ~ Thooms and thuds resonated across the hallway as The Final Boss bolted forward in a blur, bouncing off the two walls repeatedly, creating this zigzag pattern. Alan wasn’t sure if the former was doing that to disorient him or something, but if he was, well he was in for a big surprise. Alan’s azure eyes rolled quickly around his sockets, trailing each path that The Final Boss took. His perception of things was heightened enough to follow a Level 1 Quick Strike movement. He grinned. For one, his hunch about The Final Boss being able to copy abilities and skills, was confirmed. Also, the level of the copied ability/skill remained the same. This was why Alan could follow his movements. Though Quick Strike only enhanced his body’s speed, it also came with the perks of enhancing his senses, so that he could keep up. One last bound off the left wall and The Final Boss threw his knees forward at Alan’s head. Holding his breath, Alan sidestepped, missing the flyi
~ Copy? ~As soon as the wooden sword shattered, the final boss reached for Alan with his right hand, grabbing his collar and sinking two knee jabs into his torso.Alan’s body jerked back in response to the jabs, his lungs momentarily contracting, causing him to gasp dryly for air.In quick succession, the final boss pulled him closer, whilst pulling his own head back. His neck moved as he threw his head forward, striking Alan right on his glabella.Bang!Metal met flesh and bone, the latter tearing and cracking.A flux of pain condensed at the impact point, dazzling Alan for a moment there, so much so that he almost fell asleep.His body getting lifted jolted him awake, and, before he could tell what was going on, the final boss spun on his heels, reeling Alan to the air as though he was some weightless mannequin.In a single 360° turn, the final boss flung Alan across the hallway, the latter’s flight momentum blowing out a few torches. They reignited back almost immediately