《Divine Hell》 Chapter 1:Keta OniHoNay An average undergraduate student who was bored with his life was silently staring at the limitless dark sky. There were no stars nor was there any moon present, all there was but endless darkness. ''Sigh..sigh...acca or ca? my luck sure ran out..sigh'' the endless sighing youth was standing on the balcony of his house, his body bent, while leaning on the wall. ''Son you do know that girls don''t like men who sigh alot, don''t you?'' a somewhat young women''s sweet voice rang in the youth''s ear, snapping him out of his melancholy. ''waaah Ma! you scared the heck out of me, how many times do I have to tell you knock before you enter my room, damnit I am an adult now'' ''Yes you are, my lovely little young adult'' the women said while rubbing his hair with her hand, spoiling her son without showing restraint. ''Its that time already..deep breaths'' ''why are you so tense, there should be absolutely no pressure on you, just tell your dad and me what you want to do, come your dad is waiting in the living room'' her comforting words were wasted on her son as they entered his left ear and passed through his right ear. With some hesitation the youth called Keta finally followed his mom downstairs. His clothes were in a total mess, and even some deep sweaty smell was leaking out from his clothes. It could very possibly be because the last time he took a bath was a week ago. The small distance to the living room took an eternity to cross. Keta was already sweating profoundly, he could even hear his own heart smashing against his chest producing ''boom.booom'' sounds. As he arrived in the living room, which was decorated with all kind of things like the hide of a bear hung on the front sparkling white wall and beside it were photos nicely hanged. But Keta didn''t even spare another glance at them as he nervously took his seat on a rose colored red couch which could host four more people. Right next to his couch was placed an one seater sofa, sitting on it was a middle aged man, clearly age had taken a toll on his once handsome face leaving behind the inescapable scars of time. His eyes emitted a special kind of radiance showing his rough experience in the cruel and merciless world. Yet despite all these, his natural smiled hinted a trace of gentle warmth aimed towards his only son. Ignoring his father''s questioning gaze, Keta randomly looked around the living room, in his view came decorations worth millions but nonetheless nothing could stop his wavering eyes. Stolen novel; please report. His eyes were focused on the pictures hanging on the wall. ''My forefathers sure had it easy hunting bears and bulls and growing old with pride in their bones..sigh'' ''Keta, I hope you have come to a decision, the admission deadlines is already upon us'' a strict voice echoed in his ears, as he finally somehow faced his father. ''I don''t know..I can do whatever you want'' replied Keta, even though the words that came out of his mouth were firm his trembling legs gave away his current situation. Pin drop silence, for a moment there was not a single sound. The air suddenly became heavy as tension began to suffocate the two opposing men. ''Why must you be so lazy...all your friends already sent their admission and guess what? none of them told you about it.'' ''You know Rin, she topped in A levels and look at you, you barely passed. At least put in some effort now and think what do you want to be?'' Ken didn''t say a word, he just kept staring daggers at his father because he knew this is not the end. ''Never before in our mighty Oni''Ho''Nay have been anyone so lazy and useless, even the servants of our glorious family fare better than you...tell me son, why must you sully our family''s hard earned name?'' cried his father, at this moment his eyes were glowing under the light but he quickly drank his tears. Now Keta finally lost his calm. ''Family this, family that, can''t I just live my life peacefully as monks if its not going to become excited'' screamed his heart. But before he could voice out his anger and long built up frustration a strange sound reached his ears totally startling him. Keta knew beside his mom and dad no one was allowed inside the living room, the guards even more so since they aren''t even permitted in the house. He looked at his father, trying to confirm if he heard what he heard but when he looked at his father''s face, he was deeply scared. At this moment, his father''s expression was truly hideous, his eyes were fully opened, his face showing obvious disbelief. Never before in his entire life have Keta seen such an expression on his father''s face. He was looking at something, something that was behind Keta. Humans are curious creatures and Keta is no exception, he turned his head backwards and what he saw almost took his soul away. Chapter 2: Despair ''Aaah! Mom what happened? al.l this b.blood'' shouted Keta as he fell down from the couch in a unsightly manner on his back. His eyes were locked on his mom. Her forehead looked as if it was smashed, blood was coming out from her eyes and nose. Her mouth looked like a well full of blood instead of water. She was speaking something, no, it was more like she was growling. Even her skin color was changed at the moment, before she had a healthy red color which perfectly matched her curvy and seemingly delicate body but now her skin was pale white. Her body was wailing as if she could fall any moment. While Keta was in an extremely shocked state, unable to even move his dad had already rushed to his mother''s side, quickly grabbing a hold of her to prevent her from falling. His father''s body was trembling violently as if he was the injured one bearing all the pains. After some gradual stumbling while desperately trying to stand, finally Keta succeeded as he hurriedly ran towards his parents but before he could even reach them, the scene in front of him shocked him to the very core of his soul. In front of his eyes, his mom had sunk her teeth deep in to his father''s neck and she pulled her head back munching the flesh. The sour smell of blood quickly reached his nose wanting him to puke. Keta who belonged to the 21st century was well aware of the fantasy world existence termed zombie, so he already knew what was happening before him only he refused to believe it. His father suddenly had a change of aura. Killing intent so strong began to emit from his body that it began to materialize in a dense form. He grabbed her neck with one hand and using the second he smashed his fist into her face. Punch after punch was delivered, each creating a roar shaking the very floor he was standing on. In just a moment his mom''s head turned into crimson paste which spread all across the floor. Showing such fierceness and taking decisive action like this, only a true veteran could react like this. Keta was stood there just like a dumb statue watching it all unfold in front of his eyes, all these events were etched into the deepest part of his brain ''Kee..ta grab some weapon and run into your room, lock the door and call your uncle Zue. Here pierce my head with this, you should know if you don''t do this, I will turn into....'' his voice was unwavering and absolute as he commanded his son. But how could a spoiled child like him show the virtues of a veteran and judge the situation, he just stood there blankly going over what his father actually requested of him. ''Damnit! There is no time to waste, hurry you bastard'' but no matter how much his father taunted him, Keta didn''t move an inch. Finally with a frown he took his hunting knife out of his pocket, his life long friend that accompanied him all the years. Holding it straight on the floor he said ''Live, you must live...promise me, no matter what...you must live!'' If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. When Keta still didn''t reply his father shouted with all his might, his voice shook the heavens themselves ''Remember this if you die, I and your mother will be tormented even in death, if you die...Y.you must live my son, for our sake if not for yours'' saying this he spitted a piece of organ along with a mouth full blood. Just after saying that his father placed the knife under his chin and with a movement of his head, the knife pierced through his head as if it was tofu and came out from the top of his head. Just like that he lost both of his parents. ''Wuu'' he cried, tears flooded from his eyes as his knees tackled the marble floor. He said ''I promise father, I promise'' At this moment bright light came out of his parent''s body and soon he saw two round globe shaped azure balls near their corpses. But right now he was trying to wake his parents, hoping it was all but an illusion. ''Maybe father is alive, yes people live even when shot in the brain, yes father is definitely alive, father can''t die'' he said to himself, forcefully making himself hold onto a belief he himself created to escape the abyss infamous by the name of despair. He grabbed the hilt of the hunting knife and pulled it out of his father''s head and waited for him to wake up but nothing happened other than a shower of blood coming out of the two holes. Finally after some crying he moved onto the azure spiral pattern balls. As soon as he touched them he felt a warm touch, similar to his parent''s gentle warmth that slowly moved from the balls to inside of his body. Now his mind although shaken but was capable of commanding the body once again. He quickly did as his father instructed. Locking himself in his room, he hastily called his uncle Zue but no matter how many times he tried there was no network. He was just going to throw the phone when his room''s door was heavily knocked. Growling voices could be heard, but at least for now they couldn''t possibly break open the door. Keta was scared, he jumped onto his bed and sat cross legged, practicing the meditation technique his father taught him. He could see some scenes playing in front of him, his father would always try to pass on family techniques while he would fear and curse him for that. Gradually the scenes vanished and all that remained was calmness in his mind. These events forced him to come out of his spoiled life style, in a way it awakened his family bloodline within him. Once his mind was calm he once again grabbed the two azure balls of energy in both his hands and sat cross legged. He could already feel a stream of inner energy slowly circulating around his body following the path of his meridians.That was a very relaxing feeling, as though a warm stream of water was rinsing every inch of his inner organs. Chapter 3: Fear [face.everything.and.Rise] -Congratulations! You have met the certain system requirements. Now you are a Player. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Condition: Absorb energy from more than one power orb to obtain beginner survivor status. Two days ago the azure energy balls disappeared into thin air and a window was magically displayed in front of Keta''s eyes. Followed by another weird but void of color screen. He who was already deeply panicked from the recent experience almost let out a miserable howl from fear and anxiety rushing up like an erupting volcano. But he bit his tongue and endured, refusing his urge to shout like a maniac. Knitting his eyebrows, he focused on the screen before him with full concentration, for he had a sense, whatever it was, it was very closely related to his survival in this new strange world. Character Information Window Name Keta Oni''Ho''Nay Level 0 Species Human Occupation Beginner Survivor Fame 0 Mana 1 Health 5 Mental Power 1 Strength 2(+1) Agility 3 Stamina 3 Wisdom 1 Intelligence 3 Luck 6 * Title: Beginner Survivor [strength+1] * Sponsor: D3vil -Equipment Information- Weapons: Equipment: , Secondary Equipment: ''What is this? Isn''t it like the games I used to play?'' words came out of his mouth, clearly he thought out loud. ''My mental power and wisdom are only 1? what is wrong with this system and who is this d3vil?'' endless questions were roaming in his small brain Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.but he knew no matter how much he racked his brain on it, the only thing that it would achieve will be thorough mental exhaustion when he is already physically exhausted and tired, he ran out of food two days ago but never dared to go to his kitchen to restock his laughable supplies so naturally he starved. This proved that the judgement of the system was right on the mark. Clearly Keta''s current mental power was very weak enough to get his concentration destroyed only after a couple of focused seconds. His intelligence was fairly high when comparing it to his pitiful wisdom and mana, thank God those books finally did someone some good. After some hours of consideration Keta finally realized somewhat the situation he was in. His parents had always taken his decisions for him, off course it was out of their kind intentions but it had a rather devastating effect. Memorizing in studies had already long ago limited his innate gift to think and whatever was left of it was conveniently crushed by his parents unintentionally. Keta was now in a very serious situation. He was starving for two days and it was his first time to starve. Hunger so strong that it would shake the fat on his stomach every time it roared and his mental condition wasn''t doing any better. It is said that hunger lets your emotions run wild and the current dominant emotion in Keta now was not grief, agony or anything else but it was fear. It was squeezing his soul, maybe for the first time in his life he thought too much. He thought how he could die and at least thought round about hundred different ways before forcefully going to sleep in the constant noise of the annoying banging on the door. The next morning nothing changed, he still had to make a decision, a very critical one at that. Should he venture out to take the food from the kitchen and risk dying like that or should he remain holed up in his room and wait until he is weakened so the zombies can finish him off. Finally after convincing himself for hours he made a decision. He will march to his kitchen and this decision was definitely not made by the assistance of bravery but through the terror of fear. Holding his father''s hunting knife, he was getting ready to face the hideous creatures that were carving for his flesh. Chapter 4: Risk earns profit What could Keta do? Even though he tried his best to open the door discreetly when those zombies didn''t seem to be around, who could guess that they were just taking a silent peaceful stroll outside his room which wouldn''t remain as such once he is spotted. Their fowl smell made him remember how his socks used to stink when he lazily kept them on for weeks, now smelling that from someone else made him realize the pain he caused his mom. Their low growls continued to startle him from time to time. Holding his breath with extremely light breaths he sneakily moved. In his view, there came zombies. He could clearly see them and could recognize most of them. The head guard was very friendly with him and often helped him sneak in and out from the mansion and even hid many of his things from his dad. He treated Keta like a younger brother but now he was standing outside Keta''s home, his eyes crimson and nose bleeding with strange shiny blood. His movements extremely sluggish and his expression completely unknown to Keta. He became a zombie. Crying for these two days, he had no extra tears in stock to spend them on this brother of his even if he wanted. From what Keta knew, zombies were slow, they couldn''t see well but their senses to hear and smell were top class. But he thought of this too late, now he was already standing outside the assuring security of his room and not too far away from the zombies. Surprisingly the zombies weren''t attracted to him, this made him doubt the previous knowledge he had about the zombies. But after some more thinking he realized, it was because he didn''t smell like a human from any angle. If anything he smelled like the garbage gathered at a scrap yard for years. For this feat, he was absolutely proud of himself. Off course on his way, he was scared witless many times but it was from the same fear that some strength was born in his weak heart. Gradually his movements became more bold and his hesitations were already becoming cold. Now between the kitchen and him was the spacious living hall, where his parents departed from this world. Thinking he was already over his parents death he bravely entered the living hall. But upon seeing the mutilated corpse of his father his entire body began to tremble. Fear, it was definitely there but there was more to it than fear itself. There was rage, his father was a very proud man. In his entire life, his father knew all the answers. He never cowered like him and would do everything he said. In simpler words he was the sun to him, too perfect and impossible to reach. Its heat could evaporate the oceans and scatter the earths. But now it was laying there with nothing left. Even recognizing him was only barely possible because of the unique clothes he was wearing, even after being tattered, they still didn''t lose their glamour. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. In anger he viciously slammed his foot on the ground and a herd of zombies were naturally attracted to him. Caring for nothing else he took his hunting knife and lifted it up, standing in a totally offensive stance of his family martial arts, he was like a crouching tiger ready to hunt its prey. The nearby zombies were the first to arrive, they brandished their claws on him trying to grab him. They saw him as nothing more than food, for it was their one and only instinct. Like a swift butterfly, the hunting knife danced, appearing and disappearing before the zombie. Its hands were just now cleanly bisected but strangely enough the blood shower was never released from them. It was actually not so strange, since only the living can have a pumping heart and only the pumping heart can create a blood shower but Keta was unaware of this for now, all he had in his mind was revenge. Revenge on who? he had no idea but he had to do something, there should be someone to blame, only then can he say to himself ''it was not his fault''. The hunting knife was like an spear, never letting the zombie near its master. After the time one takes to breath thrice, the zombie had its head flying. The headless body soon collapsed roughly on the floor creating a loud ''Thud'' noise. -Notice: Everyone can be a player after just absorbing the energy balls but only the true survivors are registered as players- -You have killed a weak level 0 zombie. You are now registered as level 1 player- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Condition: Kill a zombie. Reward: +5 stat points- +1 mentality for thinking deeply and the title ''True Survivor'' is granted. Under the effects of the title, user is granted a bonus of agility+2. Seeing the blue screen suddenly flash in front of his eyes, he somehow came to his senses and realized the predicament he was in. The zombies would be here any moment, quickly choosing to escape he ran towards the kitchen totally ignoring his principles to not make a noise. His movements were similar to a swift tiger as he pounced towards the kitchen. Chapter 6: Game ''Noo! '' ''Don''t...don''t come any closer...'' ''Aaaah!'' screamed Keta who was at this moment scared silly. Staring death in the eye is not as simple as they show in the movies and tv shows and now Keta himself was realizing this dreadful fact. Finally his weak knees gave in and he fell on the floor. The zombie was now at his legs, fiercely kicking the zombie on pure instincts, Keta dragged himself backwards, away from the zombie using his hands. At this moment, he knew, he was done for. Because of his desperate kicks on the zombie''s shaking legs, the zombie became unbalanced as its body started to fall towards him. The zombie had his mouth opened as it was approaching him. To stop the zombie from crashing into in his own body, he lifted his hunting knife straight upwards to stop the falling zombie. Keta quickly moved his head sideways, for he didn''t want the zombie liquids to fall on him, especially on his face. This was by no means his intelligence or brain working but it was his spoiled reflex. Being the rich young master he was, he too had a disgust towards some things. And as soon as he spotted the ugly zombie felling towards him, his body moved by reflex, hence saving his miserable life. The hunting knife easily pierced through the zombies mouth and came out from the back of its head. Quickly, wasting no time, he pushed the zombie aside and stood up. His first reaction was to monitor himself, not for wounds but to check if any of that disgusting thing''s remain fell on him. This disgust even overwhelmed his previous life threatening fear. Thankfully he was clean, only his plain white loose shirt had been tainted with that shiny zombie blood, but that too was only some minor drops. As soon as the disgust was over, the situation once again became known to him as he powerlessly fell on the ground right beside the dead zombie. Taking ten to fifteen minutes to review what happened with him, he assured himself by taking another five minutes and then moved towards the fridge. Taking out a water bottle from the group placed in the back, he uncapped it and cleaned his hands. Then he splashed the cold water on his face, giving him a cool sensation. Quickly after, he drank water as he was in a desert suffering from drought for years and finally found a well full of water. For now, he was almost recovered, even though hungry, his stamina had recovered. After eating the left over fish from few days ago, his strength was restored. ''What was that annoying window?'' ''appearing in front of me suddenly in a battle, was it trying to kill me?'' ''Wait a minute....could it be..no way...Impossible!'' A trace of excitement could actually be seen on his weak face. In an deep expectant voice he shouted in a low voice ''Character Window'' As expected, a blue vivid screen suddenly appeared in front of him out of now where. Even though he had already guessed it would appear but still it didn''t keep him from being happy. ------------------------------------ Character Information Window Name Keta Oni''Ho''Nay Level: 4 Species: Human Occupation: True Survivor Fame 0 Mana 1 Health 5 Mental Power 3 Strength 2(+1) Agility 3 Stamina 4 Wisdom 1 Intelligence 3 Luck 6 stat points= 20 * Title: Beginner Survivor [strength+1] * Sponsor: D3vil -Equipment Information- Weapons: Equipment: , Secondary Equipment: ------------------------------------------------------ ''haha...just as I thought...its insane!'' said Keta. ''If it is really a game, and zombies drop items, then the ones I killed just now should''ve dropped something...azure balls!'' now Keta was once again in high spirits, he still remembered the warmth from the azure balls. Closing his nose tightly using his fingers, Keta slowly moved towards the dead zombies, pretending to be an expert still on guard. But the Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.fact that he couldn''t bear the rotting smell of the zombies and blocked one of his primary senses just because of discomfort proved that he was far from their level. There was an azure ball near the corpse of a zombie, happily he picked it up and moved towards the others hoping to charm lady luck. He then noticed a somewhat bright light emanating from under a zombie, it was very different from the light emitting from the power balls, this made him become endlessly curious. He moved towards the zombie, not daring to touch the filthy thing he using the hunting knife to flip its corpse over. If his dad was alive at this moment and saw his son using his beloved hunting knife to flip over zombies, he would surely die, maybe even now he was turning in his grave. A purple scroll was lying there simply, the light was getting weaker and weaker by the second. Remembering the gaming drop concepts, Keta quickly grabbed the scroll and as soon as he did a window appeared in front of him. This time he was not even surprised as he calmly focused on the window. --------------------------------------- Growth type Enhancement Skill [one time use] Properties: If you apply it to any of your items, it would become a growth type. It would grow with its user. As for its growth conditions, it depends on your item and luck. ---------------------------------------- If this was a game, he was destined to grow. And when he would, his current items would simply become useless to him, since at that level, they wouldn''t support him but perhaps even hinder him. And if he wanted anything by his side to the end, it would be the thing left by his parents, the marveled expert ranked hunting knife. Clearly he knew, if the skill was applied unto this, he would suffer in the short run, since the hunting knife would match his current level and actually degrade but in future he will be able to keep it with him at all times. Making a decision, he didn''t hesitate any longer and said in a firm voice capable of shaking even the mountains ''Use it on the hunting knife'' As soon as the words left his mouth, the scroll disappeared in thin air and a bright light covered his hunting knife. Suddenly in the process, Keta felt as if someone dealt a heavy blow on him. Soon he felt a bitter sweet taste in his throat, rising up at an astonishing speed. Blood, it was blood. Like a fountain, Keta''s mouth sprayed blood like it had finally gone wild. At least two mouthful of blood was expended, the blood didn''t fall on the floor but turned into a well organized stream as it moved towards the hunting knife which was covered in shining light. The hunting knife simply drank the blood and finally the light around it disappeared leaving behind a pitch black short sword. It was no longer a hunting knife, but a short sword. At this moment, Keta was once again feeling weak but the excitement kept him fully energized, even though he was confused, he was patient, because it was after all a game, and he had played countless of these to know that he was going to get something special. At this moment a ''ding'' sound rang in his ears and a window soon appeared in front of him. ----------------------------------- Fiendish Blood Devouring Short Sword lvl4 properties: As its name suggests, its a blood devouring sword, with blood it was born and with blood it will grow. The blood it gets at the time of creation will be forever its owner and the owner can always sense where it is. Similarly to level up it will need to devour the blood of any species, its evolution speed and type will depend on the blood it devoured. Current skill attached: Madness : strength (+5), agility (+5) for five minutes after activation. After the given period of time 5 points of stamina are consumed. Blood fiend: Once it is in contact with blood, it will automatically absorb, after a certain amount of blood is absorbed it can level up. ----------------------------------------------- ''hahaha.... I have hit a jack pot....with this, my chances of survival if not tripled have at least grown more than double'' exclaimed Keta in a joyous voice after reviewing the information with great care, and eyeing his new partner ''The blood fiend short sword'' Chapter 5: Struggle Desperately he ran towards the kitchen. With already heavy breathing he quickly locked the kitchen doors once he was inside. But before he could even take a deep breath, there were already people, no sorry, zombies waiting for him. The only reason he was alive up until now despite his continuous foolish mistakes was because the zombies were simply too slow. For an average man, zombies run at their walking speed but even for a lazy practitioner of ancient martial arts, zombies were simply slugs. Combined with the effect from the bonus agility, the zombies in front of looked incredibly sluggish. But due to his low stamina, his own movements were no longer graceful but were a desperate struggle to survive. He smashed his foot on the floor to gain the momentum, this gave him a head start as he jumped towards the nearest zombie. In total there were three of them, but thankfully they were standing far apart from each other. With his increased strength, Keta chopped towards the zombie. His aim faltered due to the excessive fatigue and the hunting knife chopped of the zombie''s arm. Forgetting all martial arts, Keta was simply now sending countless slashes towards the zombie. He was pressured, no matter how many times he slashed at the zombie, even with his increased strength, all it did was somehow stop it in its track. But unfortunately stalling for time was not a strategy he could use because zombie reinforcements were already on their way. ''Think damnit!'' shouted Keta loud in his mind. All this happened in the time for one to take ten breaths. By now the other two zombies were already making their way towards Keta, attracted from the noise generated from Keta''s fighting. ''fuck it..damnit'' said Keta in a low shout, afraid to attract even more zombies as he grabbed the kitchen knife which was simply left on the basin near him. Keta knew, this time his mother''s laziness to put the knife back in the shelf had saved, even after death she was helping him.. With no spare time to laugh, he hurled the knife without taking much of an aim towards the zombie standing in front of him. The hit was right on the mark, all those aim/fire games actually did some good to Keta. Seeing this, Keta wanted to retort to those who always told Keta that he was wasting his time on these foolish kids games. ------------------------------------------------------------ -Notice- Killed level 1 zombie. 10xp gained. ----------------------------------------------------------- -Notice- Due to desperate struggle you have gained once again. Reward: Monster core, +1 mentality and +1 stamina for overworking. --------------------------------------------------------- -Notice- You have leveled up! You are level 2 now. -gained 5 stat points. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Please distribute your stat points. ---------------------------------------------------------- Several screens casually appeared in front of his eyes somewhat blocking his view of the approaching zombies. In his highly concentrated state, Keta quickly dismissed the messages as if he was dealing with his touch mobile and it actually worked. In the spur of the moment, Keta never realized the fact and just continued towards the zombie. Realizing the importance of the first strike, Keta now moved towards the next nearest zombie, completely ignoring the azure ball that appeared over the killed zombie. With heavy panting, he stopped in his tracks. Now the distance between the zombie and him was only of four breaths at maximum. Arching his right hand back, as if charging a Gatling gun He gripped hard on his hunting knife, tilting it slightly in his hands. As he waited for the zombie to approach, he realized this was the most concentrated moment in his entire life. Even this thought was a distracting thought, quickly dismissing it mercilessly he patiently waited just like a hunter waiting for his prey to approach. Cold sweat ran down his spine, after all guts and boldness couldn''t be gained in a day. Despite being scared shirtless he didn''t abandon his posture. Because now the zombie was already in the range of his attack, it was now either him or the zombie. Their life depended on it, only the zombie was already the dead walking. Like a cannon ball launched from a cannon, his hand became a blur as the hunting knife already pierced the zombie''s face. In one clear strike the zombie was killed, even though in writing it was simply written but the events that took place were very critical. The accurate moment to launch the attack, the precision of the action and the most important, his wavering focus at the moment of life and death. ------------------------------------------------------------------ -Notice- Killed level 1 zombie. Gained 5exp. Additional Rewards: Enhancement technique. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Some lights shined on the newly dead zombie''s corpse. At this moment even Keta''s mental energy was almost depleted. Coupled together with the fact that he was starving for two days and now he was extremely exhausted not only physically but mentally too, he quickly fell to his knees, breathing like his life depended on it. The last zombie had now already arrived. With no more strength to even life a single finger, Keta helplessly watched as the zombie approached him. His eyes became lifeless and his face became pale, the rebound of those previously forced efforts had already hit him. Combined with the effect of hopelessness, it acted like a deadly poison corroding his last strand of remaining will Friendly Note Guys its like this, I want you all to say something in the comments, even if you think its not important, it actually is. Its a motivation for writers, even though number of views tell you people are reading what you are writing, comments say that more clearly. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.So I would very much appreciate your comments, your suggestions and advice are always welcome. You very own, ~Haast