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Phantom Nemesis

Afi, a boy with knowledge about mystic world yet possess none about himself. Multiple scenes played in his mind, war, blood and chaos. What is the important about this images to him? What were the creatures in the war? How are they related to him? Is he just an ordinary youth or something more? What does Dawnbringer has anything to do with his real and lost identity? One thing for sure is that the Archangel of Death is his guardian, task given by the Big Boss Himself but for what purpose?

Zierel_Zero · Urban
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11 Chs

04.Mutation

Out of blue, five tigress covered in blue light and the same process took place. Liquid metals emerged and engulfed them for a few minutes before the five burst out. Their wounds were all healed up.

Like Afi, Quinn and her sisters had featherly wings on the back and halo above their head. Their long tails were shiner than ever and a small blade emerged at the end of them.

Instead of feline looking, they nearly resembling human. Their blue fur became shining white. Their charms had increased as well and a golden ring appeared with words "Ahmad Firdaus" on it. All of them had these on their right ring finger.

"Ahmad Firdaus? That's you real name."

"Eh? When did I ever..."

Quinn explained that their tradition when an Alpha male took control of the pack, every females will had blue ring with the Alpha name on it. But Afi's were gold rings.

Without any of them noticing, a four wheel vehicle came and knocked Afi to the tree.

*Boom!!*

"Aaawww~!!"

When he looked back, the colourful truck was motionlessly there before the latter vanished.

"Seriously? Where in the did that ice cream truck came from!?"

Then, a blue screen appeared before him.

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Initialising...20%...40%...60%...80%...100%

Complete..

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'Complete? What complete?'

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Ahmad Firdaus

Job : Undead Chief

Level : 0

HP : 40/40

CP : 70/70 (Chaos Point)

STR : 5

AGI: 5

VIT : 4

INT: 7

WIS :4

CHA : 2

BA : 0 (Blank Attribute)

Consort : 5/5 (Quinn, Gina, Fanny, Wei & Yuki)

Army : 0/50

Shop (Currency : 0)

Skill : 0

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"Huh?"

Since when did he experience this litrpg style system. He thought that someone trying to mess with him because of this type of dream.

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Free gift pack for successfully install the Alpha System.

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Without wasting time he immediately opened the pack and gain quite a fruitful harvest. They were in a form of cards. [Tame], [Ring], [Enslave], [Promote] and [Evolve]. A pouch contained 300 Fairy crystal and necromancy skill book.

When Afi broke the [Ring] card, his plain silver ring gained a black gem with crown mark on it.

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Ring of Solomon = (Fairy Coin)

Acolyte = 2

Skeleton Militia = 8

Undead Warrior = 13

Death Mage = 17

Warlock = 20

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The Ring of Solomon was crafted based on the real ring which King Solomon himself used to command the entire race of demon. Legend told that the king himself gained such gift due to his allegiance to The God Himself.

Without a second thought, 5 Apostles, 20 Skeleton Militias, 3 Undead Knights, 3 Death Mages and 2 Warlock.

There you have it, Afi just spent every single Fairy Coin without even realising it. If he realised such fatal mistake on his side, he would definitely felt a blow not only to his heart but also pride.

Fortunately, it was a small price to pay for his careless which on the bright side, he had with him an army despite its low number. These 5 were the basic units created by the Solomon Ring and no one knew what the Fairy Coin was made out of.

Previously, before those coins were spent, the coin was light about 5g weight and 15mm diameter. 0.6cm thick with plain edges. The green butterfly wings on the Head with spiral paddy on its Tail. The coin was minted in white.

The first unit was Acolyte. They fanatics whom loyal to the master and would do anything to please the former even if it mean commiting suicide. They initially wore a white colour robe and the darker the robe, the higher their efficient were.

Next, Skeleton Militia. They were the footmen of the army. Initially, they had only a rusty short lance and small broken shield. They had no clothes which made them extremely vulnerable to enemy attack and was considered a cannon fodder.

In addition to the team was Undead Warrior, they were zombies who once went to war and died with regret. Initially, they were useless in magic and wield a rusty short swords and small broken shield with a leather armor.

Then, the Death Mage which specialised in either offensive or defensive magic. They were once apprentices whom considered trash and their thirst for vengeance had forced to rise up to fight against the world who abandoned them.

Finally, the Warlocks. They were scholar who had great thirst for knowledge and willing to pursue knowledge in the unorthodox way which made them the subject of humiliation by their peers.

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During the night, the newly Alpha went back to pack saw that his Betas were gathering woods to make fire. And near the camp he saw a dozen tombstones.

""Welcome back, Alpha.""

The cold tigress, Fanny said something which nearly caused an eruption of a "volcano".

"To bring these things back home, at least its better than nothing even though they're trash."

A certain youth felt those words like daggers stabbing his fragile heart. The hands pressed onto the chest trying to calm the fast pumping heart.

'I'm currently broke and you just insulted my troop like that.'

The nickname Alpha felt alien to him but as long as they respect him, he would just accepted it with heavy heart. There were a lot of information to be process yet so little time to understand them.

As for their hut, a single log was enough to make four identical pillars. Its wall and door were made by the next wood. The vines were tied like a net with the leaves used to stick on it.

"Wow you're good."

"Of course, this is a basic survival knowledge. If anyone did not know this then he or she might be stupid. They could be a lazy bum or pathetic"

Gina, the architect of the pack had build the hut with the available resource despite not fancy looking but still comfortable for half a dozen to sleep peacefully.

The poor heart did not managed to take break and already the "daggers" had stabbed it again.