8 Chapter 08

Back at the graveyard. no zombie, no another human, in fact, an entire area was silent.

But amongst this silences, a young man sat, sighing as he watched a sword with a slender blade, the handle was wrapped in a leather and the hilt had many colourful gems on his hand.

Even though he already spent some time pulling the sword away, pressing it back and forth, carefully grinding the sword out of the grave and after a long process, with a popping sound, the sword came free.

At the first few seconds, Fuk was gazing at it, admiring its beauty and the colourful gems, but... no matter what, he couldn't use Collect to put the sword into his Inventory.

Watching his watch, Fuk frowned when he realized that he spent 20 minutes doing an action that resulted in vain.

But then...

Even though he was sure that the area was empty, a sudden horde of zombies appeared from out of nowhere and surrounded him, no less than 60 zombies.

"...Huh?!"

Surprised, he equipped his staff, as he wanted to shot some Energy Bolt he muttered. "Oh... I haven't tried that yet."

Jack Style: Allowing you to change your fighting style. Duration: 2 minutes. Cost: 20 Health/Mana/Stamina per level. Choose from:

Attacker Style: +15% Stamina, +2 Str, +2 Agi, +2 End, +2 Reaction.

Shooter Style: +5% to Health/Mana/Stamina, +2 Dex, +2 Precision, +2 Perception, +2 Control.

Magic Style: +15% Mana, +2 Int, +2 Wis, +2 Foc, +2 Presence.

Defender Style: +15% Health, +2 Dur, +2 Con, +2 Res, +2 Willpower.

Even though the cost was great, it gave a very big advantage with its flexibility, and this time Fuk chose the Shooter Style, knowing that he could one shot the zombies as long as he hit them right at their heads.

With a range less than 10 meters, the zombies were nothing than a walking meat bag. Pointing his staff, at ease the blue energy balls flew and crushed their heads, but soon enough he already used all of his Mana; leaving him with no other choice but to do melee combat.

As soon as the zombie entered his melee range, spinning the quarterstaff, Fuk used it to hit on their neck or eye socket, but even though he had 15 strength, he needed to hit them for around 3-4 time before they disappeared, or 2 hit with Strike.

While he was hitting the zombie's head, he had a complicated feeling for knowing that the staff martial art technique that his father forced him to learn could actually be useful, even though he always protested when they were training.

Then, somehow inside of his mind, Fuk could hear his father shouted. Your stance is wrong! Don't open your leg too wide! The way you spin the staff is wrong! If it's me, I will precisely hit their eye socket! Concentrate on your enemy!

But unknowingly to him, he failed to kill one zombie. As Fuk's mind wandering around, he kept moving back to the door while hitting the zombie, and from his back with its neck weirdly titled to the right, a zombie sneaked in and grappling his body.

"GRaWr!" Shouted the zombie as its trying to take a bite at Fuk's right shoulder, but... its neck was broken, as a result, the zombie couldn't move his mouth toward Fuk's body.

"....What are you even doing?" Said Fuk in a confused tone, before he downward shifted his staff and pushed it backwards with his right hand, hitting the zombie as a result.

....Though, seemed like his father (imaginary) was right.

Starting collecting his thought, Fuk managed to kill the rest of those zombies, at the cost he almost emptied his Stamina. And resulting with Energy Bolt Lvl 5, Strike Lvl 4, Merciless Blow Lvl 3, Swift Step Lvl 3, Pole Weapon Mastery Lvl 2, Staff Weapon Mastery Lvl 2, Increase Aggro Meter Lvl 3, Walking Lvl 4, and Darkvision Lvl 3.

But where did they come from? Don't tell me...

Looking at his watch, he counted he needed around 7 minutes to kill all of those zombies, and then.. this time he patiently waited in front of the Safe room door.

23 minutes later.

"...Haha... somehow this doesn't surprise me..." Fuk muttered when he saw the zombies respawning from the thin air.

Then again... even though this time he was sure that he killed all of those zombies, he wondered why his level didn't increase.

Warning! 10 minutes left until the dungeon closed.

"Hoo... so they notify the candidate huh." Fuk muttered, as he went back to the safe room and teleported back to his apartment.

***

Nothing increased as he rested, then as Fuk taking a shower, changing his clothes into a better one and soon enough, a pickup truck was waiting in front of his apartment.

"Yo my men! Howdy! Got any job?" Said the driver, Junior. Slowly the grape flavoured smoke dissipated and a figure with gravity-defying spiky pink hair, a full beard with the same colour covering half of his lower face with a big round glasses could be seen.

Occupation: None... didn't matter, he was frigging rich.

"...Can you please drop that topic... we're here for fun! Friggin having fun!" Said Lil Ty. Bald, dark-skinned, full of muscle and somehow had 30 pairs of the same red t-shirt.

Occupation: Self-proclaimed social media influencer. Currently unemployed.

And at the back seat, there was Methany, half shaved head with brown hair loosely fell on her left shoulder, piercing on her nose and her lips. "What are you waiting for? They aren't gonna wait for us."

Occupation: Student/ Freelance Dj / Video game streamer.

Sitting next to her was a girl that had a long braided black coloured hair, loosely sitting on her right shoulder, covering her mouth and nose because of the grape flavoured smoke.

As Fuk entered the car. "Ah! She's my new housemate, Saiko, Fuk! Fuk, Saiko! I bet you two gonna have a lot to talk." Said Methany without a single care.

"Oh, nice to meet you." Said Fuk wholeheartedly while he was offering a handshake.

And Saiko only replied with a small nod.

On their journey, as the four friends were talking loudly, one girl was silently looking to the window, only replying the conversation with a small nod or 'Yes' and 'No' and sometimes sighing all by herself.