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My Deathless System

Noah Stone an everyday guy got Transmitted into the World of Britannia, The RPG game which he brought a few minutes ago from the local store, and died holding It. He gained Deathless System as a golden finger, a system that allows him to go back in time in random checkpoints every time he dies. - The metallic taste of blood lingered on my tongue along with a kind of sourness. My hands grasped the table in front of me and my vision began darkening. "It's green Snakes poison, hard to come by and difficult to find its antidote" The guy in front of me smiled taking a small sip from an ale mug. "I had to poison your ale, I hope you forgive me, my dear partner" I cursed at him, losing balance along with vision. [ Ding! The host is respawned ] I was sitting on the stool in the tavern and in front of me was the same guy who poisoned me. "Please have toast for our new partnership" He smiled raising a mug with a gentle smile. I smirked at the ale inside my mug, rotating around. Now, now my dear partner! How should I kill you? ----- Additional tags - (Harem) (Beautiful FMLs) (Handsome mc) (Revenge) ( bloodshed) (Mc cannot die) (no mercy) ( R-18) (Smut) ---------- Note- the story will progress at a slower pace so I apologize in advance. English is not my first language, so feel free to comment about any grammatical mistakes... Ps - cover is not mine...

HPwrites11 · Fantasi
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30. Error...

My eyes were left wide open, and the sword in my hand plunged into the snow as numerous notifications flooded the blue panel in front of me.

[ Congratulations Host for achieving the level intermediate in Swordsmanship... ]

[ 2000 Exp gained! ]

[ Level up! ]

[ Character. Skills. Inventory.

- Character

Name - Noah Stone

Level - 4 ( 770 / 2500)

Age -14

Race - Human

Perk point - 1 ]

The white light went inside my body after dwelling around me, and tiredness faded but I was not happy at all due to the red-colored spam panels.

[ Error hosts physical stats are not enough to attain a level of Intermediate! ]

[ Host remains a beginner in swordsmanship! ]

[ Host level is 3! ]

[ The host is too weak!]

[ SCANNING TO CONFIRM! ]

The last message popped up as a loading screen flashed before my eyes.

I rubbed my teeth hard, I could feel a burning sensation all around my face. I wanted to fucking smash the shitty system.

[ Scan complete!]

[ puhh! The host is weak af, to reach Intermediate swordsmanship ]

"..."

The fucking fuck.

I wasn't able to sleep last night due to the excitement of getting level up and above that reaching a new level of Intermediate swordsmanship. I did like ten thousand swings for that sake and yet it says I will not reward you.

Is that a scam?

[ Host needs to Reach the least Level of 10 to be the Intermediate swordsman! ]

"Are you serious?" I shouted trying to catch the transparent screen before my eyes but my efforts were wasted as my hands went through the screen.

"How am I supposed to reach there? Level ten fuck"

[ Host needs to improve his physique! ]

[ Creating a quest for the host to achieve his goals....]

[ Done!]

[ Daily quest triggered!]

[ Daily workout

Tasks-

Three-mile run ( 0/3)

Fifty push-ups (0/50)

Fifty squats (0/50)

Fifty sit-ups (0/50)

The difficulty will increase (3x) every time after three months.

Reward - daily 50 exp! ( 3x every three months ) ]

"..."

My dear system where is my diet list? How can you forget the major steps? Huh. If you want me to become a muscular Hulk then wouldn't you least add diet? Like tons of proteins and supplements.

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. Why do I have to go through this shit? I mean I wanted to get some awesome god-like powers, not this... Deathless system.

I remained silent scanning the area around me. The place was extremely beautiful, like in a fairy tale but was filled with monstrous things. I cannot possibly survive until I get stronger, I have to train myself to do that, I must do what it takes.

I will be the strongest and my training will start now...

I lay flat on the cold surface of the snow, breathing heavily, unaffected by it.

[ ( 0.7/3) Miles complete! ]

The fuck, this is goddamn hard.

However, I need experience to level up. I need to reach Level Ten at any cost.

Let's continue with the hellish exercise.

I hate you system!

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The wind blew with full force, snow had begun raining down with all its might as few people made their way to a certain path.

The leading guy had a wooden bow over his shoulder and a small knife over his waist. He touched the tree that had large gash imprints, enough to peel off the tree's tough skin.

He carefully collected the brown fur that had been left out in the gash on the tree. He waved his hands telling something to the people behind him as he again moved forward but this time making sure he made nominal noise.

They stepped through the thick brushwood, slowly and steadily until the wide open area appeared with a small burrow.

They ducked down taking their preplanned places, facing the front where a large brown bear slept.

The lead guy nodded his head as he aimed at the bear, his hand shaking slightly as well as an arrow in his hand.

He stabled his breathing and then concentrated on the bear. The green drop of liquid dropped on the white snow from the arrowhead.

The lead guy changed the course of his arrow and pointed to the right, evaluating the wind's path and the target.

"we will get one chance, only one" he whispered. His throat was dry despite having drunk plenty of water before tailing the Giant bear which had slain nearly five people of Stormfront.

A month ago, a brown bear unexpectedly migrated into the region around the Stormfront, and until now claimed nearly five victims and injured four people.

Among the locals' tales of Death Claw had flared widely, The infamous claw that will claim anyone and everyone in the coming days. This was what they believed, the chief had to forbid them from leaving their villages, leading to food and supply shortages.

The terror of the bear was prominent among the locals to the point even local hunters, had decided not to go hunting anymore unless it was necessary. The shopkeeper had to close his shop and the innkeeper's supply of ale was finished, he had raised prices to keep things going for himself.

The situation came off dire in the Stormfront and anxiety reigned over the nights. People even refused to leave their houses fearing the bear would come into the village and kill them.

The Village chief had to notify the authorities about the crisis. He officially sent a letter a week ago yet no help came Thus a few courageous people from the locals chose to take things into their own hands, For the sake of their family and friends.

The arrow left the bow, swiftly and turned its trajectory along with the wind, and struck the sleeping bear. The other arrows missed the target completely, hitting across the burrow walls and icy beds.

The bear jerked awake with a terrifying cry, snapping the arrow in two parts. One hung into his fur and the other part fell to the ground.

The people blundered back, dropping down to their backs and crawling away from the beast in brown.

A few hunters had miscalculated the wind pressure and that caused their failure. Only one arrow had successfully made it to the bear but unfortunately, that portion of poison was not enough to take down the full-grown bear.

They threw their weapons as they fled, pushing past the brushwood. Shouting and crying for their lives but another noise entirely suppressed their cries.

The sound was of the Ripping and thrusting of branches that came from behind them moving towards them.

The bear followed them through the brushwood. Humans staggered jumping out of the thick bush and plopping on the slack icy grounds.

They regrouped, their eyes tailed back to the entry of the bushes as their chest heaved up and down. Sweat trickled down the back of the neck. They moved back unconsciously, eyes kept attempting to find the hulking figure of the bear.

The roar resonated giving them the fright of their life. They moved back as another guy wearing a black robe joined them from behind, he held a burning torch on his left hand.

He walked calmly forward unlike the other four. His robe fluttered in the heavy wind as he made his way near the brushwood. The torch blew away leaving a wisp of smoke.

"I will take it from here, just make sure not to get caught up in the fight" He shouted from the front, throwing the wooden torch to the front as a Bear shuffled out slowly, sniffing a human in front of him.

"be careful, young man. We don't want to lose a talent like you" Mumbled the guy who was leading the group previously, he still had his bow with him but did not dare to intervene unless he felt was truly critical.

The Behemoth bear stood on his two feet, boasting his full size to scare the tiny human that stood in front.

The people who watched from the sideline were scared by the sheer size of the brown beast. Their vision was almost blinded by the snowfall, they had to squint their eyes to make sense of what they were seeing, as well as shelter with another hand so the snow would not blind them completely.

The tiny figure stood at the front and before him was a beast that stood twice the size of him.

The scar was visible over the bear's left eye, as he only had one eye left that could see the human in front besides his senses.

He roared again but it was not able to affect him at all. The human summoned his red blade Intending to finish the beast, for the best.