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Bang!William fell to one knee as his face twisted in pain. A bullet had pierced right into his heart and brick-red blood gushed out like a fountain. '' Y-you bastard, '' he grunted weakly as he watched the familiar figure standing before him. '' Brother, I'm sorry, but it's time we call an end to your atrocities. '' The other figure replied in a sombre tone. '' He-he, '' William giggled, regret filling his already pierced heart. '' You know, '' he paused, his body getting drained with each second passing. '' If a stranger hears your heroic words right now, they will think you're some messiah who is here to give people salvation, '' William's second kneel dropped on the blood covered marble floor. His left hand was weakly on the floor, and he covered his chest with his right. William lived a double agent life that wasn't known to many. However, for those who knew, no one dared to cross him, at least that was until now. To the outside world, William was a genius game developer w
'' Urgh! ''A weak grunt escaped Jerouch's mouth as the thick wooden club struck his stomach. His hands were tied on two separate poles which were a couple of meters apart, and his body was left hanging in mid-air. Blood trickled from both corners of his mouth, and his grey robe was stained with dried blood. The hot wind blew his dishevelled platinum hair as he looked downwards to avoid the fierce sunlight. He had been in this state since three days ago when he was caught by the head guard of the slave house. Whenever a slave was caught trying to run away, they would tie them to this particular pole, torture them, starve them and watch as life slowly left their body. This was done in other to instil fear in the other slaves. If not, with the hundreds of slaves here, many could go rogue. '' You seem quite tough for your age. '' The guard in charge of the torture laughed as he struck the club on his thighs. The guard wore rusty armour just like the other guards here, and each str
'' Take him to the edge of the Nega forest. '' The bulky head guard with tanned skin commanded and left the open space where Jerouch was being tortured. Jerouch had been starved for five days straight while being occasionally beaten. He had lost the strength to think, let alone see any strange thing up in his head. However, he could still hear little things from his environment amidst hallucinations. ' Nega forest, eh? ' he lamented inwardly. ' Embracing death for the second time I guess is not that bad with this daily torture uh? '' A soft self-mocking chuckle left his mouth but could barely be heard by even someone staying very close to him. ' However, if there's something they call third chance, I really want to step on these pieces of shit and let them know that they messed up with the very wrong person. '' he couldn't even vent out his anger due to the intense fatigue He could only watch as he was untied and pushed in a cart pulled by a horse alongside two guards who wer
Jerouch finally calmed himself after thinking about the whole situation. He was supposed to die, but somehow, he managed to come back to life with a screen clouding his vision. He was not new to the idea of dying and coming back to life. Furthermore, he was a specimen of that, anyway. However, he had woken up in the same body, although with little changes. And to cap it off, there was this screen that stuck to him like a louse. This was too familiar for him not to get an idea of what was happening. He used to be a game developer on earth, and he sometimes read novel to get inspiration for his gaming projects. ' So, a system of some sort? ' he frowned as he felt into deep thought. ' But why now? And most importantly, why me? ' His eyes sharpened as he read the previous notifications again. ' I guess my strong will to rip those rats apart triggered the system, and as for the two near death situations…' he smirked and his eyes twitched in excitement. ' Open notification' Jerou
' Where's this? ' Jerouch muttered in a sceptical tone. He was still checking what the system was all about when the notifications rang non-stop. A few seconds after that, he felt as if space was twisting and by the time he regained his senses, he found himself here. The room looked like a traditional Japanese training dojo. It was fifty meters wide and long, with earthen walls that smelled of antiques. At the centre of the dojo, there was a brown cylindrical punching bag that hung down from the dark earthen roof carved with different runic symbols, which allowed no sunlight. Instead, there were oil lamps fixed at strategic places to illuminate the room. In one corner of the room, there was a section that appeared to be where weapons were kept, but currently, there was no weapon there. The floor was made of matte buttermilk stones that were a bit smooth, but not too smooth to make one slip. Jerouch walked closer to the centre, stepping on the brown mat that covered five meter
[New active skill unlocked.]Dash- +10 increase to host agility stat. Mana cost- 5 MPDuration- thirty seconds. ' Well, that was unexpected. ' Thought Jerouch as he picked himself up. He began to look around wondering where he was. Because of the chase, he had gone a bit deep in the forest. ' Ahh, I forgot. ' he dusted his hands as his focus went back on the system interface. [Status Page][Stats] [Skills] [Quests] [Shop]Choosing the stat panel, the figures were like this. Host- JerouchHealth: 60 Mana: 25Race- ???Level-2(5/200)Class-???Rank- FStrength - 2Agility- 2Mind- 15Perception-1( Stat point- 2 )Seeing the stat point, Jerouch didn't think much before he decided on what stat he needed to increase. His mind was already leading with great numbers and his strength and agility had already increased, hence he chose to spend one stat point on perception and one on agility. ' Better awareness and the ability to escape quickly. ' he smirked. Now his perception was 2
[New quest received.]Build the strongest force. [Reward] @$#@#$' Is this system a stalker? ' Jerouch rolled his eyes while reading the notification. ' And just tell me what the rewards are,' he muttered, a bit annoyed. He had already left that place that was brimming with battle, and he was currently some couple of meters away from a dungeon entrance. Dungeons were said to be pocket worlds that served as bridges between this plane and the nether plane. It was believed that there used to be no dungeon before, and their origins were still unknown to many. What happened eons ago had been lost to history and no one fully understood the event that transpired. Dungeons had monsters of different levels depending on the rank of dungeons, and they were to some extent different from the monsters of this world. Each dungeon had different floors and the more the floors, the more powerful the dungeon is. Jerouch could see a red monolith and on top of it was one star shimmering with blu