Power Level

Night had finally rolled around, and Michael had decided to take a break for the day and check his progress. He casts an Alteration spell called Cleanse to rid himself of the blood and gore and leaps ten feet into the air to land on a nearby shop front's sunshade, the thing easily supporting his weight while acting as a firmer kind of hammock

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Name : Michael Tahlin

Rank : Hero

Stats :

Strength : 35 > 39

Agility : 60.2 > 66.6

Intelligence : 47 > 48

Birthsign : The Mage

Familiar : Darth, Dark Monolith Parasite

Abilities :

[The Mage] : Enables user to learn all magic-based skills 20% faster.

[Gandalfr] : Enables user to utilise any weapon at two ranks above their current proficiency while granting them the knowledge necessary to use them. While wielding a weapon, temporarily gain +100% in all stats.

[Language Comprehension] : Enables user to understand all spoken tongues, and increase the rate of which they learn reading and writing.

[Novice Mana Manipulation] : Allows user more control over his magic, spells, and some abilities. Mana efficiency and control of power is increased.

[Pain Tolerence] : Allows user to endure great amounts of pain with little to no negative effects as a result.

[Apprentice basic Swordsmanship(Two handed swords/One handed swords)] : Determines how skilful the user is when handling swords.

[Apprentice basic Dagger techniques(Single edge, curved, straight, double edge.)] : Determines how skilful the user is when handling daggers.

[Desensitized] : Things of a violent or shocking nature fail to draw a reaction like they used to. Emotions are dulled somewhat and user is more easily able to think and rationalize in high stress situations.

Affinities :

[Lesser Water Affinity], [Fire Affinity], [Lesser Lightning Afffinity] > [Lesser Space Affinity], [Lesser Darkness Affinity], [Ice Affinity]

Spirits :

Commoner Tier :

Shadow Shaman : MAX

Slark : Lvl MAX

Riki : Lvl MAX

Hero Tier :

Anti-Mage : MAX

Lina : MAX

Winter Wyvern : 7 > 17

Magic :

Tamrielic

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Spirit : Winter Wyvern

Level : 7 > 17

Abilities :

Studious Mind (Rank 4) : Drastically increases the effectiveness of studying, rom reading books to research and practical experiments.

Arctic Burn (Rank 4) : User temporarily gains the ability to fly and breathe blistering cold winds that deal damage to any caught by it. Those affected will be afflicted with a short curse that rapidly drains their lifeforce and slows them.

Splinter Blast (Rank 2) : User throws a large ball of brittle ice that does no damage to the initially struck, but explodes outwards, launching large shards of hardened ice that both harm and slow.

Cold Embrace (Rank 4) : Temporarily encases an ally in a block of solid ice, the target gains massive damage resistance and also rapidly heals while frozen.

Winter's Curse (Rank 2) : User curses an enemy, freezing them in place and forcing those nearby to mindlessly attack them.

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"Nice." he yawns as he claps the book closed. To be honest, he was actually surprised at how quickly he was progressing. He had thought that the zombies would give little to no EXP, but it seems he had underestimated just how many he had killed today.

Even with his EXP gains, he'd also gained a lot from looting alone... All the things he missed from the modern world like games, electronics, clothes, hell, even things like toothbrushes and toilet paper.

He made sure to take occasional breaks from his rampage to steal everything in sight... After all, it wasn't like the people in this world were going to use them. As far as he was concerned, they were fucked anyway...

Anyone who learned to survive in this apocalypse wasn't going to be people he liked regardless, so who cared what happens to them? The good people would die out while the murderers and rapists lived slightly longer.

He lets out another yawn and decides to ignore his Spirit training today. He puts in headphones and pulls out a phone he'd stolen from a corpse and begins playing some of this world's music. Completely disregarding the occasional zombies that wander over and try to reach him while he rested in the sunshade.

*Crack!*

*Squelch!*

He plucks out an earphone when he hears the sound of combat, not even looking over to address it. "Ah Darth, you're back. How many did you get rid of?"

...

"Who the fuck is Darth?" a familiar voice growls from below him, causing him to sit up and look over. There, he spots the folks he'd met and almost accidentally killed earlier. The group was systematically removing any zombies that'd wandered over while he was restng, the fat one with the nail gun, the bitchy one with the mop-spear, the normal one with a baseball bat, and the sexy one with the wooden sword.

The pink-haired girl and the nurse who looked suspiciously like an older version of Tiffania seemed to be noncombatants, judging by their expectation to be protected...

"Do you guys need something?" he casually asks, not a hint of exertion from him despite the countless zombies he'd slain today.

The pink-haired one steps forwards with folded arms, "Yeah! Who the hell is Darth!? Some imaginary friend of yours!? Should have expected it from a chuunibyu cosplayer!"

...

Michael's eye twitches at the insult, images of Megumin springing to life in his mind, "Soo, that's a no then? Alright, piss off and leave me alone." he says, laying back down and wiggling a bit to get comfortable.

"W-wait! Don't listen to Takagi-san, she's just stressed from all of this." the fat boy says, attempting to calm things down.

"Look, I think we've started off on the wrong foot here... I'm Takashi Komuro," the boy starts, introducing everyone else before he continues, "We split off from the other survivors to see if you needed any help. No one, no matter how skilled can survive all of this alone! We should stick together and find a solution to all of this, maybe even a cure!" he says with determination firm on his face.

...

A low chuckle frees itself from Michael's throat as he hears this, he leans over the sunshade with a look of contempt, "You think there's going to be a cure to any of this? Are you stupid? Diseases don't just reanimate the dead and sent them around munching on people... Have none of you ever watched a zombie movie before or something?" he asks and the group slowly nods.

"Yes but, this can't be that! It just can't!" Saya states, not wanting to believe that their situation was so dire. If these creatures were in fact the zombies they'd seen in fiction, there was little to nothing they'd be able to do. If they were still alive and just infected, sure. If they were monsters in human skin? Sure. But zombies? Hell no!

"You can deny it all you want Tsundere girl, but this is your life now." he says, gesturing at the blood-covered district, plumes of smoke and occasional fires dotting the place. "If you think there's any coming back from this, you must be more stupid than I thought."

...

The group glances at the girl who was visibly trembling in rage, "HOW DARE YOU! YOU STUPID COSPLAYING LUNATIC! BRAINLESS! I AM A GENIUS! THERE IS NOTHING I CAN'T FIGURE OUT, SO THINGS WILL WORK OUT NO MATTER WHAT!"

Michael laughs, "Alright, genius-girl, you should probably deal with the guests you've invited now though." he adds, pointing a finger at the undead now stumbling in from up the road, Saya's voice having attracted them.

"Can't you help us!? We're all humans here! Shouldn't we help each other!?" Rei implores him while readying herself for the group of undead that were approaching.

"Just stop, it's clear this imbecile won't help us." Saya angrily retorts.

Rei scoffs, "Only because you keep opening your mouth, Takagi! If you can't fight, then stay quiet while we deal with the problem you've created."

...

Saya has nothing to say to that and continues to just stand in place and watch as the others fight off the undead. All while Michael was watching on his belly with his head proper on his hand as if he were watching T.V from his couch.