Chapter 2- "Survive the night." (Under rework)

The sight of the castle-town was depressing. The years of abandonment showed on the houses, with overgrown plants pushing through the cracked road and vines entangling the drawbridge and castle walls. Andrew walked slowly through the outer town; looking at the dilapidated buildings, he suddenly stopped. The pressure from the thing around the corner made him shiver His training took over, and he pressed himself against the nearest house to make him smaller and diminish the chance of him being spotted. Being 6'1, though, that was very tough. He knew he could ignore it and hope it passes, but that plan ran the risk of it coming around the corner, seeing him, and killing him. Suddenly, he thought of a way to kill it. If his ability has no limits in the sense of grounded rules, he could do it.

He slowly opened the door. The house he entered was rotten, with the years of abandonment showing, with mold growing all over it. On his right was a open window, the demon, and a broken table. He suddenly lost his balance on the rotten planks of wood making up the floor and stepped on the wrong plank the wood caving in. The monster, a humanoid one with three heads, snapped their necks to look at him, and they started running over to his cover. Instinctively, Andrew reached for his bow, aimed, and fired an arrow. The black arrow sailed through the window and hit the middle head, killing the head. The demon paused and ripped off the central head. Amazed, he looked at the bow, then he cocked his head to the said as this was not his bow. It was a all-black bow, with the actual bow looking like a swirling mass of darkness. Looking up, his eyes widened as the demon jumped, and his fist closed in on the rotten wall. Perez also knew at the angle he would hit the wall; he would also hit Andrew too! Andrew raised the bow, but it was too late. The demon's fist pierced the wall, and the fist carried through to hit Perez in the chest. Andrew flew through the back wall of the house, collapsing it and hitting the castle's wall. Andrew spewed blood out of his mouth, with it spraying out of the few openings in his visor where he was supposed to breathe from. The demon then grabbed him, and threw him into one of the walls in the city, smashing him into the stone, causing more of his blood to pour out of his mouth from internal injuries.

His vision began to blur, and a blue notice board warned him that half his health was gone. 'Ugh, right. I'm stuck in this game-like place...' He thought, as he began to drift in and out of consciousness. The demon walked towards him grinning maniacally, as he began to drift off, his sense of time slowly distorting, as he was brought back to a place... a place where he swore he would never return, which had caused him to fight a second war by himself, even after he was discharged...

(Warning: minor gore ahead.)

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2009, July 14, Afghanistan

Explosions. Faint shouting. A loud, sharp whistling noise.

Andrew woke up to those sounds as his eyes fluttered, barely being able to make out the surroundings. He lifted his left arm up, and wiped his eyes. 'Huh, that's odd. Why am I lying down?' he thought to himself, as he pulled himself up, and looked around at the apartment he was in. There were two- well, one body, and a ton of things implying a third person was there, namely the smudge on the wall that resembled someone scribbling with a meat crayon all over a rough wall, and laid the gear haphazardly around it, most of it being burnt, but only his helmet, and a dented pair of name tags were even recognizable. Meanwhile, the other body was sprawled against the wall, his face half-melted and most of his body charred and covered in shrapnel. Andrew tried to grab his rifle and drag himself up to the window, but while he could hold his rifle, he was unable to drag himself upwards, as the pain in his back only got worse and worse, as his vision began to flicker again, switching between what was in front of him, and total darkness. He stopped trying to pull himself up, and with the last bits of his strength, reached around to his b- ah. He felt multiple burns and pieces of shrapnel embedded in it. 'No wonder I couldn't pull myself up' he thought, as he lay down on his belly, and his eyes softly closed, as the darkness embraced him...

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Present

Andrew's eyes flew open. He instantly saw the now two-headed humanoid demon pick up the table and threw it from around a block away.

Andrew immediately rolled out of the way of the table, just as it crashed into the ground he was just sitting in. Slowly sitting up, he felt bot the adrenaline surging through his veins, giving him energy and strength while dulling the crushing pain all over his body from getting punched half to death. He pointed the sword at the demon before assuming a stance, and starting to advance on the demon.

The demon roared and charged Andrew. Andrew, breathing calmly, sidestepped the charge and sliced at one of its arms, just barely missing, It quickly pivoted, and swung again. 'An opening!' Andrew thought, as he ducked the punch, and sliced into the demon, leaving a deep wound on its side. It stopped for a moment, and before Andrew could launch a follow up attack... It screamed. But it didn't just sound like any scream. It sounded as if a thousand damned souls were yelling right in his ears, and he couldn't stop it. He dropped his sword, and instinctively tried covering his ears, but it barely helped. a couple seconds later, it ended, and his frazzled brain needed three seconds for him to realize it did.

It took the demon only two to grab him and lift him up.

Andrew began squirming in the grip, but he could feel the immense pressure on him, as he could feel his ribs begin to painfully bend, trying to hold out before they cracked... and then it threw him just a block or so down the street, the impact crushing the stone blocks, as he felt his organs and bones all but liquefy from the impact. he quickly opened up his visor, and puked, a waterfall of his crimson liquid flowing from his mouth, as he coughed, two messages showing up on the board.

{Warning: you have 505 health left. Regain your health soon!}

{Warning: you have heavy internal bleeding. you will lose 500 HP per minute if you do not treat it.}

'I.. I need to get away from here.'

He began crawling, as the demon began moving towards Andrew, with an ever so slight limp, due to him holding onto his injured side. Every instinct was screaming for him to run, to get away as fast as possible... But then a single thought stood out in his chaotic mind.

'What the hell are you doing? are you just giving up?' He took a moment, and stopped crawling away, giving it thought.

'Were you really just running away? look at yourself, your body is utterly shattered. Are you so pathetic you can't even fight until your last breath?' He got on one knee, his thoughts beginning to slowly invigorate him, as an idea slowly took root in his brain.

'What're you doing, are you waiting die? you're moving as if you're stuck in concrete right now. GET UP.' He stood up on his legs, his knees shaking, as the idea that had taken root previously began to sprout in his mind. He took a throwing knife out of his inventory and held it to the sky, concentrating... The demon was perturbed by the knight's odd behavior, but sauntered forward, certain in his victory. When the demon was close enough... Andrew used all of his remaining strength to throw the dagger, falling down in the process. He watched as it sailed through the air... and just barely be able to wedge itself into its skin. The demon snorted, and ripped it out. But the moment it did that... A blindingly bright beam of light struck the demon, almost immediately incinerating him as he turned away from the ray of light. When the light faded, and he turned back around... there was a large hole with the demon's ashes in it, barely enough left to fill a shot glass to the brim. He took a moment to gaze in awe at his handiwork, before quickly taking off his helmet and vomiting however little blood was left in him up.

{CRITICAL WARNING: 5 HP left. Regain health immediately or face extreme consequences.}

He groaned, and reached into his inventory for the bag of potions. Pulling two red ones, he quickly took a swig, and was surprised to find it tasting like a strawberry milkshake, albeit a bit thinner than one would expect. He downed the two of them, wiping a little bit of it off his chin, before jumping slightly, when he heard two pings.

{Recovering 350 HP from Low-grade health potion. Cannot heal internal bleeding.}

{Recovering 350 HP from Low-grade health potion. Cannot heal internal bleeding.}

"High-level potion, my ass." He grumbled, as he grabbed a second, and downed it, gulping it all down. He could feel the strength return to his muscles as he did so, slowly but surely, as the same text block popped back up again.

{Recovering 350 HP from Low-grade health potion. Cannot heal internal bleeding.}

"Ugh, figures." He groaned, as he felt him chest tighten, taking another 500 damage. Having barely avoided death, he looked through the bag... before settling on taking a green potion, and downed it, mildly shocked at the fact that it tasted like someone had taken a salad and tossed it into a blender, a stark difference from the other concoction.

{Activating regenerating effect from high-grade Regeneration potion. Internal bleeding has been stopped. Regenerating health at a rate of 1000 HP per minute for two hours.}

"Ugh. Well, at least it stopped the bleeding... Wait a minute, it's high-level?" He did a double take, looking at the dregs of the potion at the bottom of the bottle. It shone brightly, sparkling, a contrast from the dull, plain colors of the rest of the bottles in the pack... Wait a minute, there were three others like that: one from each of the different colored potions that came with the bag: A sparkling blue one, a sparkling red one, and a sparkling orange one. But who gave them to him?... If it was the king, then he would've filled it completely with high level potions. Who could it have been?...

He decided to banish those thoughts from his head. He got up from his seat of moss on the corner, and decided to explore, limping slightly as his internal organs were stitched together by the effects of the potions. Picking up his helmet, he washed out the inside so the blood wouldn't stain or rust the metal. Crumbling up the water bottle and tossing it into his inventory, he wiped off the droplets of water, and put the helmet back in his inventory to dry.

The town was a large one, with houses that looked straight out of a medieval encyclopedia. Plants have overtaken the town, with some he recognized, like lavender, and some that he did not. He opened up the faceplate, allowing him to look at the village without hindered by the visor. The sun was setting, and without a doubt, there were going to be monsters. He reached into his inventory, and brought out one of the chocolate-covered coffee beans, and started eating them, one by one, letting out a pleased sigh as the familiar, earthy taste covered his tongue. He walked over to his sword, and seeing it undamaged, he put it back into his inventory, as he walked toward the demon's side of the town, as night began to fall.

(30 minutes later)

The bag crinkled as he shook the bag above his mouth. With nothing coming out, he put it back into his inventory, sighing softly, as his favorite treat had ran out. He brought out his sword and attached the daggers to his belt, including the one he threw at the demon. It still gave him chills, and it reminded him he wasn't the best at anything in this world, and if not for the power, he would have most likely died.

"Status!"

Name: Andrew Perez

Species: human

Title(s): A Summoned hero from another world!

HP: 20,000/20,000

MP: 10,000/10,000

STR: 100+15

INT: 30

DEF: 45 +22+10 (77)

SPD: 19+5

Transferred Skills: Longsword mastery MAX LVL, Judo LVL 19, BJJ (Brazilian jiu-jitsu) mastery LVL17, bow mastery LVL 15, Karate mastery LVL 13, Throwing daggers mastery LVL 11, Boxing mastery LVL 9, Spear mastery LVL 7, Wrestling mastery LVL 2, M16 mastery LVL 1, Crossbow LVL 26 Horseback riding LVL 18, Katana LVL 14, Halberd LVL 12, Mace LVL 12, Axe LVL 8, Tough skin LVL 8, Halberd LVL 4.}

Buffs: Heightened senses, heightened reflexes, increased strength, High-level Regeneration (90 minutes left), won't fall asleep unless you pass out. Buffs 6 hours pass since you took the item or get KO'ed. This buff lasts until you lose consciousness, or 6 hours pass.

Acquired magic: {Light and Dark magic Mastery, Gifted from Rhoteus, the goddess of night and day}

Acquired skills from Title: Infinite Inventory, Appraisal, and Auto-Translator.

Huh? what are buffs? Andrew, confused, tapped on the board.

{Buffs:}

{Buffs temporarily strengthen you, but you have a maximum amount of times you can ingest the buff-giving item before the side effects start to stack. The coffee beans, being from another world, are significantly buffed when transferred and have the consequence of the jitters if you consume too much. However, in this world, the most common buff-giving things are potions, which some can restore a certain amount of health, apply special effects and others which increase specific stats.}

Suddenly, he heard something scream. Drawing his sword in one hand, pulling out his helmet and putting it down, restricting his sight to the visor once again. Suddenly, he saw something green flash. Instantly, he grabbed his bow and fired an arrow, hitting the tiny imp right in the chest. With a death screech, it flailed its tiny arms and died. His eyes widened as it looked like something right out of a storybook. Then he remembered again; This isn't his world. He's in a different one. With a sigh, he drew his sword again and assumed a stance. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins in preparation for the fight.

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It felt like every single one of his nerves was on fire. And he loved it.

Suddenly, He heard a roar and saw thousands of little eyes in the darkness. He concentrated some of the dark into two blades that rotated around him and whispered,

"This is gonna be a long night."

Then they started to pour out like water out of a broken dam. Creating daggers of darkness, he threw them at the demons, piercing some, but not stopping the masses. The wave smashed into him like a hurricane into a rock, chipping away little bits of his health. However, he did more damage, killing hundreds of demons with a single swing of his sword, with the dark around him turning into all .sorts of weapons, and dealing massive damage, killing thousands of monsters. Andrew commanded all of the darkness to encase his body, then he broke it, and the shattered darkness pierced through the horde like icicles, piercing the monsters in the front, and spearing the ones behind them. Swinging his sword, he killed tens of medium-class demons like he was the reaper. In the space he was in, they could only attack him from the front. Andrew started to paint. Was his armor getting heavier, or was he?

Suddenly, the monsters retreated, probably to regroup and gather more of their kind, and probably stronger ones. he threw up his faceplate and grabbed some water from his inventory taking a swig. They had cornered him, in between a huge house and one of the walls of the fort, but that worked to his advantage, as he couldn't see behind him, and the alley isn't small enough to restrict his sword. he took a big breath, savoring the small break he got. In the corner of his eye, he saw a small demon creep up on him. The demon looked like one out of a fairy book, with red skin, a crooked nose, 3 ft tall, and tiny wings. The demon, slowly moved towards him, trying not to make a sound. Andrew continued to rest until the little devil was in arms reach.

Andrew's hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the poor demon's neck, squeezing it. Andrew, squeezing his hand tighter with every word whispered,

"Tell your higher-ups that a summoned hero's on the field, and if they continue to send monsters after me, I'm gonna raise hell like the devil is my son."

With his eyes almost popping out of his skull, the demon nodded, and Andrew let go of him. The demon, gasping for air, crawled over the wall, and to what he presumed to his master's hideout.

Suddenly, he heard the roaring of what he presumed was a were-wolf. Drawing his sword once more, he grimaced as he had to got through another hour of hell with the monsters. The dull ache in every one of his bones flared, but he pushed through the pain. Grimacing, he put down his faceplate once again, got himself into a stance, and prepared himself for the horde of monsters coming at him once again.

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3 hours later...

He threw a dagger at a hobgoblin from atop a mound of blood, monster bodies, and guts, killing it. He grabbed a small, winged devil and crushed its skull, with the blood spraying all over Andrew's armor. He started to breathe heavily. He couldn't do this by himself; he would get crushed under the massive wave. Wait, Himself? He thought of something that may work. He concentrated and thought of everything that made a soldier. Helmet, chestplate, leggings, boots, gloves, weapon, and the person behind the armor. As he concentrated, several shadowy forms of soldiers started to form, with visors, helmets, with blue smoke coming out of the joints and visors- wait, that looks like a knight from S*lo Leve*ing! When they fully formed, they instantly went to work, Hacking and slashing, and murdering the poor monsters. Then, the battle fatigue hit him. He staggered, and his legs felt like caramel. Suddenly, the ever-so unnatural ping of a blue notice board popped up. He squinted his eyes to see it properly.

{Congratulations! you have met the requirements for the shadow captain. would you like to change your class?}

What does that mean? Ah, whatever the hell. Andrew raised his hand and pressed the {yes} button. Suddenly feeling like he hadn't had any sleep in weeks, he started to fade from consciousness. His last thought was asking himself how he was gonna survive through the rest of the wave.

(Mini epilogue)

The summoned soldiers absolutely destroyed the rest of the wave, as there were only a few monsters left. One of the soldiers walked up to the collapsed Andrew Perez, and shook his shoulder. he shook it more vigorously, then facepalmed his helmet. flicking his hand to the other soldiers, he picked up Perez, threw him over his shoulder-plate, and started to carry him the stronghold of the castle. The other soldiers, confused about what to do, decided to go hunt demons until the commander woke up (Andrew Perez). That night, they made every single monster in town regret being born.

Vent-tail: breathing holes in a helmet.