6 Fight, Fight, Fight

After numerous attempts to interact with the blue box in front of him, Michael understood that he could just touch it and it would show him different things. However, his 'status' as it was called, could only be reached through vocal commands.

He then clicked on the first 'class' that was available to him, Marksman.

[Marksman]

[Your area of mastery is away from the enemy. You can manipulate bow, slingshot, pistol, or even a bazooka however you like. So long as your opponent can't hit you with their fists, it is your showtime.]

'What is that even supposed to mean... I can become an archer?' This word reminded Michael of one anime his brother talked to him about. However, the distinct lack of the word 'sword' in the listing of the weapons that are usable with this class made the excitement in Michael's heart die pretty quickly.

He decided to see what the two remaining classes were about.

[Warrior]

[You control the battlefield from a close distance. Whether it's with the power of your fists, the edge of your bladed weapons, or the blunt trauma caused by your hammer or club, few are the ones that can stand before your unrelenting assault.]

[Engineer]

[You understand that a battle is prepared in advance. There is no need to fight directly with the enemy as your creations will do it for you. All will fall under the march of your mechanical army.]

Michael quickly realized that the marksman had the less intimidating and dangerous-sounding description. Still, the young boy was attracted by the warrior class the most. The idea of beating down Mitch with his fists or using a sword and break his knees was appealing to the young transmigrator.

'Wait... I don't think I can break someone's knees with a simple sword...'

His brother's favorite phrase was that he would break the knees of anyone that annoyed him or Michael, therefore the young boy was very fond of it. He thought that swords that could not break anyone's knees were probably bad.

In the end, Michael instinctively understood what being a warrior could mean, but the engineer class was very vague and marksman not appealing enough. He didn't want to beat people from far away, he wanted to be like all of those anime character that won using a sword or their firsts.

He clicked on the warrior class and felt reinvigorated all of the sudden. His hurting back was healed and every mark of the deathly cold was erased. He moved his limbs around with greater ease than ever and he felt stronger as well.

He checked his status as his strength was supposed to be documented. Although he had no idea whether or not what was written on these blue boxes was true, the feeling he got when he chose his class was true therefore he chose to trust in the system.

"Status" whispered Michael, scared that someone might hear him.

[Name: Gilgamesh]

[Race: Human]

[Level: I]

[Class: Warrior]

[Strength: I-300]

[Constitution: I-300]

[Endurance: I-200]

[Dexterity: I-50]

[Willpower: I-100]

'How am I supposed to know how much stronger I got?' wondered Michael as the number presented in front of him had no meaning for the moment. He had nothing to compare it to. Except the feeling he got earlier, now that it went away, Michael had no idea if he was really stronger than before.

However, when Michael looked down, he realized that the ground was slightly further away from before. It was a noticeable difference that made Michael a little bit dizzy. Then he looked at his body, 'What? Where do all of this come from?'

The previous sickly frail body that he had now seemed better. It wasn't the body of a healthy 12 year old yet, but it was miles above his previous state where most of the bones could be seen. Now, his thoracic cage was only slightly visible and his tights were fully covered by flesh. His hands were a bit thicker and his cheeks were a bit filled out.

'Well, at least it has some effects…'

Michael sighed in happiness as he felt like he was looking a bit more like the normal kids his brother described.

He tried punching the air, only to find out nothing. Realizing that nothing would be gained from testing anything in the air, Michael decided to explore the creepy part of the city that was in front of him.

'The system talked about a dungeon right?'

Now, Michael had heard about dungeons from the animes his brother read him. He didn't know if there was going to even be similarities between the two, but he was pumped up about clearing it as fast as possible. Although he knew that was currently unarmed, he had faith in the power of his class and the power of his fists, after all it was written in the description of the class warrior that nothing would be able to stop the strength of his fists.

Inspired by his trust in the system, Michael strode with confidence into the fog-covered desolated city.

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Michael's confidence lasted until he met with the first zombie. The putrid creature terrified the young boy that never met any of them. Still, considering the knowledge imparted by his brother on these monsters, he managed to recognize it for what it was.

The slowness of the zombie only served for Michael to back off and observe him, trembling in fear. Still, the extra points in willpower didn't seem to be wasted as after forcibly calming himself down, Michael managed to take the steps necessary to strike the monster in front of him.

Even standing close, the mutated corpse was very slow. Michael gathered all of his courage and struck the greenish flesh of the zombie.

A jaw flew into the air before disappearing into dust. As the hit did not take out the monster, Michael backed out to observe his enemy. He noticed how the cogs that were part of everyone's life in the normal city were now stuck inside the decomposed flesh of the zombie. It was a mockery of the humans living in this city.

The purple liquid that used to be present on every machinery that people wore was now a fluorescent green. Still, even with the change in color Michael had no idea what was its use. Feeling a little bit adventurous, Michael closed the distance between himself and the zombie and destroyed the vial filled with the green liquid that the zombie had stuck inside his arm.

The liquid made sizzling sound once it hit the ground while the reanimated corpse seemed unaffected by it. Still considering the hole that was now present on the metal ground, Michael decided to not touch the green liquid ever.

He then proceeded to bash repeatedly the zombie in the head until it died, making sure to dodge each of its strike.

Feeling a bit winded out, Michael decided to scout the surroundings before moving on. Stretching his hearing, he realized that he could now easily make out multiple dozens of creatures wandering around the area.

He didn't know if he just was too occupied to realize they were there before, or if they just appeared out of nowhere.

What he knew however, was that the boost that the warrior class gave him was no joke. He now somehow was able to throw a decent punch, he had much more stamina than before, and reacting faster than before.

He didn't manage to test it, but he supposed that constitution improved his natural capacity to mitigate damage. It was the stat that he wouldn't mind not having to find out. Still, his confidence was improved after his first win against a zombie.

He felt like he could take the world and so walked into a group of three zombies. The zombies apparently had no sight, but were sensitive to noise. Unfortunately for Michael, as much as he tried to move sneakily, his class was warrior, not assassin. Therefore, once he was close to the group of three zombies groaning, he gained the attention of all three very quickly.

Thanks to the fact that all three were still quite slow, he chose to directly attack the closest one and try to take him out quickly. He kicked the zombie's right leg, making the creature lose its balance fairly easily, and then hit the side of his forehead with all of his strength while it was falling down.

The lack of precision from Michael made it so the zombie didn't really get hurt by his strike. His brain was still untouched, but he was sent towards the steel wall of a house in construction at his side.

Michael clicked his tongue as he noticed that his target immediately started to get up and didn't hesitate to follow up on it. While on the ground, Michael stomped the head of the monster, successfully cracking his skull and getting disgusting yellowish brain matter on his sole.

However Michael didn't have time to care as the two other zombies were nearly in striking range. Our hero blocked the attempt to grab him by the second zombie, but as he tried to answer it, he was grabbed by the ankles by the third monster.

He was easily throw to the ground since while the zombies were slow, they were much stronger than Michael currently was.

Panicking a bit, he tried to retreat from the hands of the two remaining creatures, only to be grabbed by the foot and pulled back. He stomped the forearm of the zombie which currently had his foot in his hand, squeezing it so hard that Michael had to stifle a cry of pain as he felt his flesh coming apart.

That did the trick in breaking apart the hand from the arm, as the zombies were also quite fragile. But the hand stayed stuck on Michael's foot, clutching it as hard as before. Realized he couldn't stand on his two feet like this, Michael kicked the other zombie looming on him

Having made one zombie retreat, he used his remaining foot to push off the remaining zombie off of him and slowly stood up, crushing the zombie hand that was stuck to his foot on the steel floor.

Michael was off-balance and hurt by a mistake he made, still, he kept his calm and looked at the two relatively unhurt zombies left. While one lost his hand, it wasn't like it made it any less dangerous.

His two opponents opened their vile mouth, showing Michael broken and disgusting teeth filled with saliva. They groaned as they advanced once more towards him.

Michael breathed, and launch a roundhouse kick to the head of the closest zombie with all of his might. He succeeded in completely severing the zombie's head from his body.

With one foe defeated, Michael backed off before getting grabbed by the remaining one. He decided to end the battle the same way he ended his first one, by crushing its skull with his hands. When only one enemy remained, he could utilize this method without any risk, it only took a bit of time.

After his fourth punch, he managed to kill off his last enemy. But after he calmed his heart down, he noticed that the zombies in the area were converging towards him. Apparently he didn't manage to be as furtive as he would have liked to be.

As he turned around, Michael froze under the several red eyes staring at him. Apparently every zombie in the vicinity managed to sneak on him during the fight. All of them were looking hungrily at him.

Michael once he realized what was happening, didn't even hesitate to start running. Looking back, he saw that the zombies were not as slow as before. They were somehow able to follow him as he ran at full speed. It seemed that either zombies got faster over time, or got faster for every killed zombie.

Michael didn't bother trying to find out what was the answer, all he did was run away from this madness.