3 Try Imagining Any Weapon

[User: Aroon]

[Race: Human]

[System: Solo system]

[Grade: F-V]

[0/100 exp] [Status: Locked]

[Strength: 10]

[Defense: 10]

[Speed: 10]

[Stamina: 10]

[Intelligence: 10]

[Skills: 0] [Status: Locked]

[Abilities: 0] [Status: Locked]

[Missions: 0] [Status: One mission is pending]

[Special missions: 0] [Status: Locked]

[market: Locked]

[Library: Locked]

[Inventions: Locked]

[Great Achievements: 0] [Status: Locked]

[Inventory: Locked]

[Higher tabs: Locked]

"Whoa!" Aroon sucked in a cold breath when he read all the long tabs that appeared in front of his eyes. "What are all those tabs for? And what's wrong with them being locked?"

His old system only had general stats, missions, market, and ability tabs.

<Ding! I told you already, are special> the system stuck to his old phrase that succeeded in bringing back some of Aroon's anger.

However, he perfectly controlled himself this time. It wasn't because he believed what the system said, but those close to monsters forced him to be calm and collected.

Just when Aroon gave those long tabs another glance, he had a sudden realization.

"I got… everything enhanced for me and not only one trait!" he was shocked to notice that.

<Ding! This is the privilege you'll get from me> the system said but the next moment something happened and stopped Aroon from asking further.

"Roar!"

This roar came a few meters off the door, meaning the monster was already about to get to the room.

<Ding! No time to talk anymore. You have exterminate this dungeon and save the town.>

"Why?" Aroon suddenly said while reading through the task he got from the system just now, "most of them treated me badly."

<Ding! It's because I said so!>

"I won't do it!"

<Ding! Then say goodbye to this unique power and all the privileges coming after> the system seemed to be pissed off at Aroon's attitude and decided to teach him a lesson.

Aroon suddenly felt a strange heat and some weakness hunting him. "Wait!" he hurriedly shouted while the steps of the monsters told him they were almost at the door, "what privileges?"

<Ding! Just do your tasks and we'll have a nice talk later>

The heat vanished and Aroon felt strong again. He took a deep breath, throwing all his doubts behind for now and started to read the task he got.

<Ding! Congratulations on fulfilling the first mission. The system is now activated>

<Ding! Congratulations, now you can use your system form in combat>

<Ding! Now you can access only the mission icon and ability icon. In future with further activation of higher tiers, more icons will be opened for>

<Ding! The basic universal ability is granted for you>

<Ding! You acquired a mission>

<Ding! The current mission: Your town is under attack by an E-III grade dungeon. Exterminate it during the next twenty-four hours>

<Reward: opening the market for you and gaining ten coins as reward>

<Punishment: You'll be stripped off all the powers and system would permanently vanish>

Aroon read these silver writings on the black background before sighing. "No way around for me then," he muttered while feeling conflicted over helping mean people here.

He couldn't say he didn't have friends here. But having few friends and less than a dozen treating him nicely in this slightly over ten thousand towns wasn't something good.

Even many kept harassing him, calling him names and treating him badly. After all, he wasn't the only fallen one to be sent down this forsaken place, the lost zone.

He didn't really hate everyone here. However he really hated the government! He considered himself an anti-government guy. If he one day had the chance, he wouldn't hesitate to scramble everything over their heads and topple this lie called the O Federation.

As for other fallen, they acted nice to some extent. At least they avoided calling him names like many town dwellers here.

"Let's see what changed about you," he shifted his attention towards another matter, "activate the netvor my dear stelsel."

<Ding! I hate these words> the system complained but the next moment Aroon felt his body changing.

The first time monsters appeared in the world it was in Africa and eastern Europe. Since then people used to call systems as stelsels and the final form was taken by activating these systems by netvors.

Aroon watched his body swelling and expanding. Instead of the one-meter and seventy centimetres tall he was before he was now around the same height as the monster he just killed.

His arms got thickened and muscles bulged over before a layer of strange metal-like hot red scales covered his entire body.

He clenched his fists and felt the absolute power he was having at this moment. It was a known fact that netvors were much stronger than mechas and fallen. They were for sure far stronger than normal humans.

"Only this?" he strangely muttered while turning around, "there are no two guards?"

<Ding! Cheer up, at least you got a tail>

Aroon noticed that small and highly agile tail that extended from the sacral region of his back it seemed.

He touched his back with both hands to make sure there was nothing else there. "How am I supposed to fight then?" he asked, "and this form… don't you think it's a bit small and weak?"

<Ding! It's small, but it's far from being weak>

And Aroon simply didn't believe the system at all.

"I forgot I'm only having a system with no brother helping me," he muttered while turning his gaze towards the front door where one monster was about to walk in.

Netvors had a very classic form, a central body with two giant wings that people called guards. The twins usually lay in the giant head of the central body while the two guards were responsible for all the fighting.

And the body of these classic netvors was so huge, exceeding the three-meter body he now had by double at least.

The higher the number of twins the stronger the netvors were.

"I shouldn't have expected anything mighty," he took a deep breath as he thought he would regain the E-II ranked netvor he once had with his two brothers. "How can I fight this thing?"

<Ding! Try imagining any weapon>