[[Profile]] [Shop] [Quests] [Inventory] [Profile] [Name: Ethan] [Level: 13] [Age: 19 Years Old] [Race: Human] [Original Ability: Mass Killing (Mjolnir)] [Stats] [Strength: 10 (+18)] [Constitution: 6] [Dexterity: 2 (+5))] [Stamina: 5 (+5)(+5)] [Magic: 1] [Available Stats Points: 0] [Attributes] [HP: 600] [MP: 10/10] [Energy: 150/150] [Willpower: 1150/750 (+400)] [Physical Attack: 1400 (+720)] [Magical Attack: 50] [Defense: 180] [Speed: 700] [Quickness: 210] [Weight Capacity: 1720/1960] [Skills] [Mass Killing (Mjolnir): Equip, Un-equip, Hammer Throw Lvl. 1, Hammer Blink Lvl. 1, Hammer Break Lvl. 1] [Dominator: Make a Contract, Moment of Trust] [Equipment] [Weapon: Mjolnir (Inventory)] [Feet: Purple Grade Heavy Hide Boots of Silent Hunter] [Legs: Purple Grade Heavy Hide Leg of Silent Hunter] [Head: Indigo Grade Heavy Hide Helmet of Silent Hunter] [Ring: Blue Grade Mutant Wolf Soul Ring] [Cosmetics] [Normal Dark Blue T-Shirt, Normal Black Short Pants] Et
Several Fireballs fell from the sky, causing Ethan to jump and quickly run away. He threw Olivia’s body to Fang and instructed her to leave. As he ran, he realized the attack was meant for him. He then saw a large Fireball with a figure inside, clenching a fist filled with immense flames and throwing it toward him. He was unable to dodge it and received the attack with both hands. The force was too strong and sent Ethan flying—losing his balance. He fell to the ground in an unprepared position. [Ethan Lvl 13] [HP: 420/600] Ethan stared up at the sky, watching as he floated above. The man's power was incredible, and Ethan felt a wave of respect and admiration wash over him as he watched him effortlessly hurl a fireball from his hand. It sailed through the air, exploding in a brilliant display of light and heat as it hit its target, a pile of rubble in the ruins of the city. Finally, the man descended to the ground, and Ethan's heart leaped in hope. He lunged forward and manage
A soccer stadium, with a giant dome covering its interior, served as a shelter for tens of thousands of people. Some had come to the stadium in anticipation of the next attack, while others had been displaced from their homes due to the meteor and first strike. The stadium was full to capacity, and people were excited, waiting for the upcoming attack. A huge screen appeared in the sky, allowing those gathered at the stadium to watch the live broadcast of the players' preparations and the battle that was to follow. The atmosphere was silent and solemn as people from all directions silently prayed that there would be few casualties in the attack and that the monster would be vanquished quickly. Finally, someone in the middle of the stadium, standing on a suspended stage, broke the silence with his voice, followed by a chorus of screams. "Let's give support and prayers to the heroes who will fight for the safety of mankind tonight!" The man exclaimed. "Wow!" The stadium erupted in
Angeman soared through the sky, his silhouette ominously illuminated by the helicopter's searchlight. The stadium was filled with onlookers gazing up at the giant screen that projected Angeman's image. "Ten seconds until the attack!" he declared, his voice booming across the night air. He spun around, his face illuminated with sinister pleasure, and he winked an eye at the camera. "Watch closely. You don't want to miss a thing!" The camera lingered on the buildings in the city, ready to capture any second of the impending monster attack. Angeman floated ready, gripping his spear, prepared to rush into battle at the first sign of the enemy. As the hour of the attack arrived, he still searched the ground for any sign of the monsters, but none appeared. 'What's going on?' Angeman thought. 'Have the monsters been scared off, or is something else at play here?' Then, with a proud and confident smile, Angeman raised his head to address the camera, only to be cut short as a sharp object s
Olivia held Fang tightly as it jumped from the top of the building, zig-zagging its way down to the ground. As they descended, the tension that she felt slowly began to fade away as she felt in awe of Fang's speed and agility. Fang stood, its body crouched and ready to attack. Olivia's radar began to detect dozens, if not hundreds, of orange dots—monsters—in the sky and on the ground. “Oppa, get ready!” she yelled, “There are two types of monsters. Dozens of those flying are moving towards your position and others are running on the ground.” A dark, foreboding atmosphere filled the air as the monsters began to take shape. Olivia knew that they were in for a fight. "Okay Olivia!" Ethan replied from an earphone stuck to Olivia's ear. The dark, dead city seemed to be alive with the eerie screams of dozens of long, thin bat-headed monsters. They crawled fast and wildly toward Olivia and Fang, drooling from their mouths. Olivia raised the golf club in her hand and braced herself for
Ethan's eyes were suddenly focused, and his heart beat quietly as he stood firmly with Mjolnir in his right hand. He glanced up at the sky as tens of Monsters flew towards him, screaming. The nearest was an inch away when Ethan grabbed its head, squeezing it tightly until it broke and disappeared in the wind. "One!" Ethan muttered. Three more monsters approached from behind. Ethan spun around and delivered a powerful punch from the Hammer of Judgment, finishing them off in one fell swoop. "Two!" he said again. When Ethan saw some of the monsters trying to look away, he screamed, “HAMMER THROW!!!!” The Mjolnir flew from Ethan's hand like a bullet, spinning through the wind and creating a loud sound that broke the monsters' terrifying screams. "Hammer blink!" Just before the monsters could reach him, Ethan's body suddenly vanished from the rooftop and reappeared in the air with the Hammer of Judgment strongly held in his grasp. With a single powerful stroke, he targeted the group
Ethan managed to teleport to his Hammer, which was spinning in the air, but his grip was very weak and he eventually lost his hold. His body plummeted back to the ground. Olivia and Fang desperately tried to catch him, and Ethan fell to the ground safely, but he had lost consciousness. "Oppa, no Oppa, please...." Olivia anxiously checked to see if Ethan was alright; his HP hadn't reached zero, but he was in a critical condition. Olivia's heart shattered. She screamed with all her might. "No Oppa, please... Survive... I don't want to lose you... what should I do..." she asked desperately, her face contorted in panic. Someone then sat in front of Olivia, cradling Ethan's right palm. The girl Ethan had saved had bright red hair, with red hoops of blood staining her dress from a deep gash on her stomach. She sat quietly, closing her eyes, seemingly in deep concentration. A green aura surged from her body, slowly passing through Ethan's hands and fingers, then engulfing his body. The g
Ethan's eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the dimly lit room. Moonlight spilled in between the door and window, providing a small source of illumination. He felt a chill in the air, but it was not the cold of the wound he had suffered. Rather, it was the cold of the night. Despite this, he felt a warmth emanating from something soft and comfortable. Ethan took a moment to appreciate the softness of the pillow he was sleeping on. It didn't quite compare to his usual pillow, but it was accompanied by a feeling of calm. Then, he felt a gentle caress, a soft touch from little fingers that slowly moved through his hair, across his forehead, cheeks, and finally to his lips. "Olivia?" he asked, his voice slightly slurred. As Ethan's eyes widened, he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. He was lying on his side, gazing at the clothes and belongings scattered across the room. Then, he slowly turned his body and saw who had used their lap as a pillow for him. "Ethan Oppa?" Olivia said softly,