System and Capabilities

"Max, nephew! How can I kill them? Can you tell me?"

The uncle, who had just pulled me aside, was coming towards me, bouncing like a gazelle. Like the others, he had witnessed my two fallen kills.

"Uncle, I would like to tell you, but it is not something you can do for now, even if you know. When I meet my team, I promise I'll cut you a Fallen."

Above the man's head was the huge Headline. I couldn't tell him I was immune to the zone.

I might seem interested in him, but I was controlling how fast my energy was filling up; I would get the result I wanted in a short time; I discovered that I could recharge one energy every 10 seconds.

I was so sure of myself when I had just promised the older man a Fallen in his new beginning day; it wouldn't count as a lie; it would be effortless to do that when the four of us were united. The only problem here would be figuring out if a day had passed, and the sun above us, though scorching, had never dimmed its lights all day.

It was time to give it another try,

"Show system time!"

When I thought of this sentence, a clock came to my mind in digital format. These numbers, which I saw as 00:15:48, would tell me how much time was left for the new day.

"Pin to the top right of my view!"

I couldn't hold the watch in front of me because of my old habit; I took it to the top right of the screen. It made it easier for me to do energy control; it was enough to rest for a hundred seconds after making five hits.

The questions in my mind were being resolved one by one, and I didn't care if it was like this to make room for new troubles or if I had made any progress. I am a person who has fallen into Hell; since this will not be a big problem, let the procession come to me from now on.

"Guys, what the hell are you doing!"

The chat system was very well thought out, and the voice was only going to those people we wanted to talk to.

"Max brother, after I used my skill, the part says Energy in my information changed to Magical Energy!"

Rimel spoke; since her ability was magic-based, I guess the type of her energy had been metamorphosed.

"It doesn't matter much; how many points does your energy drop in each skill!"

"4"

I expected all level one abilities to have the same energy consumption, but I stumbled and fell at the first step.

"Well, how much is the recovery rate, Rimel?"

"1 energy every 20 seconds!"

Twice the spend and twice the slow reload speed. It was clear that there was a big difference in traits between the abilities of the two of us.

"Max, mine are just like Rimel's ability, even I have Magical Energy instead of Energy!"

Prejudice against magic continued in Hell as well. It was more difficult for people of magic origin to have a job than others.

"It must have been because of your abilities. Toraman, how many Fallen have you killed!"

"Big brother, this ability consumes a lot of energy so that I couldn't kill much; I could only land five after two skills. Suddenly, my hands and feet became heavy, and when I started to move with difficulty, I barely threw myself into the shield!"

"Keep your energy under control at all times, or they will waste us as soon as we run out, even if we are immune!"

What I said was true, our unique ability only protected us against effects, but we were as vulnerable to physical blows as anyone else.

"Guys, don't let them hit you!"

When a panting person joined the conversation, we all understood that it was Sukrucuk.

"Big brother, what's going on there?"

The man's tone was not pleasant, and I was worried that something terrible might have happened to him that would disrupt our business.

"Max, what you said is true; while I was killing them, I went inland and saw three of them surrounding me. They all hit me once until I was out of their way, and a warning popped up before my eyes as I ran into the shield!"

It was saying, "Your Remaining Life Points have dropped to 1. When I saw this, I ran back without looking back!"

I think the vicious older man saw his brother-in-law again among the mobs; What do you call a tank, stay calm, measure the situation, but do you see what we have?

"Now everyone is adhering to the first plan, and we are in no hurry. We are moving slowly and without danger!"

"Repeat what I said, 'System, place the energy bar in the upper left corner!"

A fully-filled orange bar is now displayed opposite the clock in the upper right. I also liked this aspect of the system; I could customize my view for my own needs.

"Wow, an indicator came out where I can control my energy!"

"Brother Max, can we do this for the Hp too?"

While Toraman was speaking with an exclamation of surprise, Sukrucuk was quite scared after what had happened to him.

"Yes, big brother, the bar will come if you want the same way; For example, I put the clock in the upper right corner!"

"Max brother, it's good that you said this; I'm terrified that I can't kill someone before the time is up."

It was usual for her to feel this way, as I had only told Rimel to use her talent.

"Then let's do it that way; we meet and assess the situation when it's noon; we don't know these places well enough to fight and talk simultaneously."

When the group talk was over, it would be time to calculate for me. After some simple math, I found that I could kill up to eight Fallen at a time. Adding the reload time into the work, each round would take about 2 minutes even though I misfired the mobs.

In all the MMORPGs I've played, the first levels were passed after a kill or two, but there was no improvement, even though Toraman had killed at least seven Fallen ones.

I guess I forgot that this is Hell sometimes; it couldn't be easier for us who came to punish us, right?

I tucked all the thoughts in my head into a jar and closed the lid tight; all I had to do was get out of the shield and cut the Fallen until I leveled up.

When I decide on something, I don't give up quickly, and I was walking around the borders of the Alcohol Zone, showing my fists.

When the words of our ancestors were taught to us in school, we don't usually take them seriously, whether it's because of the wickedness of childhood or because we don't see the honest answer at that moment. Still, I have painfully realized how true one of them was for the last three hours.

The account at home did not fit the market at all. While I thought I would kill eight mobs in 2 minutes, I could only download 450 in three hours.

Yes, 450, you didn't hear it wrong, I killed so many mobs to get from Level 1 to Level 2, but there was no progress yet.

When I was calculating the energy, I just saw that I never thought about the Life Points dropped by the blows I received. Not to mention my efforts to avoid the Fallens attempts to surround me and separate the mobs from the group.

The joy and determination that filled me when I formed the party faded as fast as the untied balloon emptied its air.

A voice inside me was harassing me non-stop, 'Go back and lie down in the shield, you'll kill one every day, and it'll be gone!'

As I struggled through a difficult task, those captivating melodies of comfort resounded in my body, and if I listened to them, I could rest comfortably here forever.

It was an offer that could not be refused when examined with a straight logic, and I would have an almost untouchable position among the people who resisted every day not to suffer.

When I got back inside the shield, I spent about an hour thinking about this idea, and when I finally came to a decision, I had a lot of enlightenment.