Famrit Empire

"Can I choose a mission?" Cale asked after a moment of thought. Although he had been training continuously inside the Virtual Training Environment for quite some time already, he still has not tried the missions provided by the system. 

- Ding!

- Select one mission!

* Mission A: Kill 100 King-Class Undead Sergeants that are wreaking havoc on Famrit Empire!

- Reward: Minor Origin Essence Bundle

* Mission B: Kill the Undead General leading the undead on Famrit Empire!

- Reward: x2 Minor Origin Essence Bundle

* Mission C: ...

"Eh? There is a reward for this? And what is this Minor Origin Essence Bundle?" Cale asked curiously.

- Ding!

- A purified origin essence that can be assimilated on the host's body!

"So do you mean it can increase my origin essence?" Cale felt a bit expectant. If the bundle can increase the amount of origin essence inside his body, then it will surely aid him in strengthening himself to a terrifying degree.

- Ding!

- Correct!

The impassive voice which sounded a bit feminine was like a sweet melody on Cale's ears.

"Good! I select mission B!" Cale clicked the 'Mission B' excitedly.

- Ding!

- Warning! Once the host dies during the mission, you will also die in real life! Do you wish to proceed with 'Mission B'?

Cale's body turned cold in an instant. "I know that there is no free lunch in this world. If I can die in this mission, does that mean the Famrit Empire truly exists in this universe?"

- Ding!

- Authority Level below required! Please upgrade your Authority Level to Divine-Class first!

Cale was a bit shocked. He then decisively replied with a face without a hint of fear.

"Proceed with Mission B!"

- Ding!

- Mission B selected!

- Creating a Physical Body for the host! Progress 7%!

- Locating Famrit Empire! World of Dulan!

- Creating a Physical Body for the host! Progress 18%

- Creating a Physical Body for the host! Progress 26%!

- Creating a .....

- Creating a Physical Body for the host! Progress 100%!

- 3! 2! 1!

Cale saw a bright flash of light that enveloped his surroundings. He involuntarily closed his eyes and clutched his slightly aching head.

"Aargh! Does it have to be this painful? Damn you! Arrggh!"

- Welcome to the World of Dulan!

- Mission B: Kill the Undead General leading the undead on Famrit Empire!

Cale opened his eyes slowly, he then blinked his eyes continuously to regain clarity in his sight. When his vision returned to normal, he saw a huge heavy sword embedded on the ground. The design of the heavy sword was exquisite and refined as if it was made by the best dwarven weaponsmith. He clutched the hilt of the sword and...

- Ding!

* Sword of Lamentation (Emperor-Class)

Cale was astonished at the sudden prompt when...

"Booom!" A loud booming sound interrupted his train of thoughts. He then glanced in front of him and saw a tall wall being besieged by more than several thousands of Armored Skeletons. 

"These must be the undead, but where is the Undead General?" Cale picked up the heavy sword which was almost two meters in length with ease. He then hefted it on his shoulder and dashed towards the Famrit Empire.

***

"Grand General Gris, the undead have besieged the Southern walls! General Vishnu and his men are barely holding back the undead army and they are requesting the support! Your orders sir?!" A soldier wearing medieval black armor wearily reported. His eyes had dark circles below them, an obvious sign of exhaustion and sleeplessness.

In front of him was a man in his forties wearing the same medieval black armor, but his armor had golden dragon patterns on it making it look more domineering.

"I will go there personally! Assemble the Empire's Black Eagle Army and have them wait for my orders!" Grand General Gris replied with a deep and authoritative voice. 

The soldier saluted stoically and shouted with a loud voice. "Yes, Grand General!"

"Undead King, it looks like you can no longer control your greed and wanted to capture the people of my Famrit Empire as food for your Undead Kingdom! Good! Good!" The man stood up from his seat and grabbed his helmet before going out of his room.

***

One day later, on Famrit Empire.

"Shit I have searching for the Undead General since yesterday, but I can't seem to find his shadow at all. Looks like I need to talk with this empire's top leaders. How troublesome!" A silver-haired man wearing a silver wolf mask muttered in annoyance before his figure vanished from the scene.

***

"Soldiers of our Famrit Empire, the undead army of the Undead King has been wreaking havoc on the Southern parts of our empire! Follow me in slaying these skeletal warriors and break their bones into pieces to avenge our dead brothers and sisters! For the glory of the Famrit Empire! Kill!" Grand General Gris unsheathed his sword and pointed his blade towards the heavens. The soldiers of the Famrit Empire followed suit and shouted in a loud and sonorous voice.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The air of savagery and the rising morale of the army made the soldiers' blood boil with excitement. 

Their loud chanting suddenly stopped when they saw something descending from above. When the 'thing' was closer to them, they realized that it was actually a person hefting a huge heavy sword on his shoulder with ease. 

The person then summersaulted in midair dispelling the speed of his descent and gracefully landed on the ground. He was wearing an exquisite looking black armor with reddish patterns on it. His silver hair fluttered elegantly along with the breeze of cold winds and the silver wolf mask he wore gave him a mysterious air of profundity. 

The soldiers instantly pointed their weapons on the man while glaring warily at him. They can't sense any strength from the man at all! It was like he was an average human, and if not for him falling from above and his overall mysterious atmosphere, they would have believed that he just was an ordinary man.

Grand General Gris raised his right hand, signaling the soldiers to put down their weapons. He then glanced curiously at the silver-haired man and sensed no ill-intentions from him, making Grand General Gris believe that he was not an enemy.

"How can I help you, sir?" Grand General Gris asked politely as he himself could barely distinguish the strength of the man even if he was already at the peak of King-Class level.

The silver-haired man smiled mysteriously and spoke in a calm voice filled with confidence and ease. "I am here to help you."