Death City: The First Level

It was too late when I realized that something was wrong.

"A-Ah!" - I screamed at the sharp pain in my right arm. No matter how many times I ask, everyone says that at the time of receiving a gunshot or a knife wound, the pain is not felt initially – well, this is not my story at all. I was almost growling - "You bastard of a creature, could not you tear off the left arm instead of the right arm?! I'm right-handed!"

The bastard undead gave out no sign that my talk had reached it. A few meters away, it continued to gnaw on my hand.

"Oh, I am looking at you, and I can't help but think that you have been a rotten person when you were alive..." — I could not restrain myself from such a comment, looking at the decaying guy. Only now did I notice the inscription above its head - "Oh, yes. The main Boss of the dungeon himself – who else could I meet when I was in a desperate for the most ordinary zombie?"

[Servant of Death. Level 23]

I ran, I ran for my life again. Not that I believed I could run away if it tried to catch up with me. It's moving so fast that I didn't even realize that it has left my eyesight when it was already chewing on my right hand ten meters away. And yes, the knife in its head didn't seem to distract it in any way.

And yet, my main complaint is that outwardly this "comrade" is no different from ordinary walking dead.

"Who the f*ck came up with the idea of making the big boss design indistinguishable from the weakest opponent?! Such a brute!"

In short, I ran. And judging by the fact that I didn't die in the first five seconds, the Servant of Death didn't think it was necessary to chase me. On the one hand, I am happy with the boss, on the other, I have one less limb, so killing an army of a thousand enemies, and on top of them ten E – rank bosses along with this D - rank bastard - it will be even more fun.

Nothing out of the ordinary – my most exemplary trip to the dungeon.

After a few seconds of running, I reached my only now hand into the inventory and took out a Potion. It's a funny feeling, like you're pulling something out of your purse when you know exactly where it is. The potion was my favourite, the one that slows down the bleeding.

After another minute of running, while I ignored the undead with the hope of getting as far away from that freak as possible, I met my next victim. No longer a normal looking undead but a healthy skeleton, two meters tall, with an axe in its right hand and a shield in its left hands.

[Warrior Of Death. Level 8]

An interesting fact – the name of the Servant I saw in a purple colour, the name of the Warrior I was seeing in the red colour, and the name of the Undead is the usual white colour. There is a possibility that this is due to the difference in levels between us, and it is possible that there is a hint of the type of enemy. Still, the Servant was a Boss, a Warrior is considered an elite monster, and the undead is an ordinary one.

I will have to find out how it works exactly when I raise my levels.

I have never fought with the warriors of death. It is a very problematic enemy, if we talk about a melee fight with the enemy. In terms of speed and strength, it is roughly equal to an ordinary athlete, but since it is just a skeleton with cold weapon and a shield, it is not afraid of wounds. If you compare the difficulty - the skeleton is five times stronger than the usual undead.

You can't kill an opponent like that by throwing ordinary knives at it, but a chain of the throws into the same point in the head will kill it instantly.

Here you go. I don't have a hand, and I can't hold the machine gun properly. A pistol - not the fact that it can pierce its very thick shield.

There were still thirty meters between us – I think I should make it. I reach into my inventory, pulled out my shotgun with my left hand, and swing it over my shoulder, snagging the belt around my neck. You can't shoot accurately in such a way, but you can still keep your weapon in the right direction. The distance was reduced to seven meters. Coming towards me.

I pulled the trigger.

Its iron shield is pierced through, and its head has a couple of new holes.

But it's not over yet.

Taking advantage of the moment when it stands still, I return the shotgun into my inventory and take out the gun from my bosom. Left-handed shooting is not something that is comfortable. And the pain of the missing hand does not particularly contribute to this. But I'm sure I won't miss at this distance.

A shot. One more. The third. And here, finally, the cherished message came.

[level up.

All standard statistics are +5.

Free points +10.]

The text appeared before my eyes. I wave the message away and look down. The hand is as bad as it was. So, after increasing the level, the wounds are not healed. unpleasant, That's unfortunate - I hoped that after increasing the level, all the wounds would disappear.

Walking up to the monster, I touched it, and the entire list of items that I can pick up from this creature appeared. The Soul Core of the E-rank monster was what I expected. The shield and Axe that the skeleton had were also there for obvious reasons. But what I didn't think I'd see there was a bone sword.

Taking the sword in my left hand, I received information about it.

[The sword from the hip bones of a Warrior of Dead. An item of an unusual class, it has high strength, extraordinary lightness and sharpness.

Special Properties: it cuts through bones very easily.]

"Pretty good," - I said, smiling. - "if I don't die here today, there's a reason to be happy."

"baryah!" — there's a very loud noise somewhere, like something crashed into a building. – "baryah!" - the sound repeated. Then again. And every time it gets closer and closer!

I didn't know what it was, but I ran. Not far, though. Now it became clear what could make such a noise in such a place. A five-meter-tall figure woven from dozens of human bodies. It's quite a sight, really. And now it was two hundred meters away from me.

[The Legion of Death. Level 9]

I swallowed. The creature's name was purple, just like Death's Servant's. I knew it was the boss, though.

"Are you kidding me!?"

I was depressed. You can't shoot it with a gun or a submachine gun. Well, more precisely you should shoot it, but not with one hand…

Fortunately, I had a solution to the problem in my inventory, but it would still be inconvenient to aim. We need to let them get closer.

I reached into my inventory with my left hand and pulled out a 6G30 hand-held six-shot grenade launcher. I did not shoot immediately – the shells for this toy are not only finite, but also very expensive. And I have ten more of these creatures to kill. I waited until the distance was at least twenty meters, then pulled the trigger.

A direct hit to the head, almost deprived the undead of this very necessary part of the body. The torso itself fell next to me, almost crushing me.

[level up.

All standard statistics are +5.

Free points +10.]

[Level up.

All standard statistics are +5.

Free points +10.]

"Two levels at once?!" - I said, being delighted." — "And…Shouldn't I have several times more strength now? Or does it not depend entirely on the quantity?" — I wondered on the issue. In any case, it is necessary to run away.