Other Regions

Unstoppable Fist

– Level 1

– A punch that ignores the defense of an equal or lower-level enemy.

– Level two requirement – Kill 10,000 Fallen with technique.

The skill in the book was nailed to my head; after a thin ache, I seemed to have known how to use it since I was born. Looking at my right hand, I saw that I was clenching my fist, and upon careful inspection, a faint glint could be seen on its surface.

I opened my hand again, slipped the two copper coins I had in my pocket, and at the same time, a voice echoed in my ears.

"You have won two copper coins!"

A diagram would once again appear before my eyes, at the bottom of this table with ten spaces in it, where two copper coins were inscribed.

"Okay, the inventory is also opened. It looks like pockets are limited to ten items!"

The trousers I wore might not act as armor, but they opened up ten slots for me. As I progressed, I knew that this would not be enough, but it was better than nothing for now.

The area with the alcoholics would be my progression point. Therefore, I observed this place to see if anyone else had the same immunity as me.

Since I have solved the time problem, I can act comfortably. It had been ten hours, but I was neither hungry nor thirsty; I realized that such worldly needs had no meaning anymore.

For a long time, I did not take my eyes off the tortured people among the Fallen in the hope that I might team up with another immune person, but without exception, they all perished under various influences.

"Talent, ok, I can access my information; I can go and have a look at other areas!"

I was walking at a leisurely pace as if I wasn't the one running around like crazy an hour ago. What was the fear of punishment? I could go and kill a Fallen whenever I wanted.

I have no intention of approaching the neighboring area. I didn't want to watch the people dancing like they wouldn't stop; it was best to go to the place where those Social Media Fallen were.

"Hello friends, welcome to my channel!"

"Now I'm going to blow a torpedo in my ass for you!"

"The Annunaki, the immortal race, the architects of unknown civilizations!"

This place was non-violent, the attacks of Fallens were based on buffoonery, but after a while, they were hurting people badly.

In groups outside the shield, they had enslaved people to freak shows. These unconscious people even cheered for them from time to time.

"I love you very much, Torkun brother!"

"Brother, you are number one!"

I started looking around for something to act as earplugs. The image might have saved it, but I couldn't listen to their strange sentences.

"Today, I will go to the market with my girlfriend!"

"Isn't it, darling?"

My searches were in vain. Even though I didn't get the stun effect inside the shield, I felt like I had no strength left to endure.

I took one last look at the Social Media Zone; I aimed to get away immediately, but I noticed someone running in panic in the crowd.

At first, I was hesitant to see if I was wrong, but I saw a person running around unconsciously when I gave my full attention.

Her long hair was almost to her waist, and I think she also wore bone-rimmed glasses, although I'm not sure. My eyes are bleeding, watching her unique running style. She was shaking her body discordantly with her arms bent outward at the elbow.

"Come here, run into the shield!"

She had lost control, someone on the outside had to make up her mind, or I'm afraid she would keep running until she got weak and passed out.

Hearing my voice, she seemed to come to her senses for a moment. When she turned her head towards me, I made a sign with both hands and guided her towards me.

She could barely throw herself in; as I guessed, she was a girl of fifteen or sixteen. Her hair, braided in two ponytails, was panting as it fell her shoulders.

"Why are you running around? Come inside the shield!"

I started to speak in a somewhat harsh, somewhat suggestive tone, but the girl was not in the mood to listen to me. Unable to control her body as she fell to the ground, she fell over like a sack of potatoes.

'I don't know how long the poor girl has been running around like this. I'd better leave her here until she recovers and goes on a trip to the other area.'

When I came to the Bagcilar Region place, I couldn't see anything changed. The youth was breaking out with churlish songs and booming songs. Having held a synthetic-themed music festival on the First Floor of Hell, it was as if all the Sinners had won tickets for the weekend, including camp.

I watched for a short time, but even that was enough for me. I was sure that if I went out, I would die in five minutes and find myself in the arms of eight hours of torment.

"The best thing to do is look at this Hardware District; if I can't find someone like myself, I'll start improving my skill little by little!"

The hardware district name came from the Fallen within it. The main sponsor of the Fallen, who used glue, thinner and lighter fluid, must have been the Hardware Stores.

"Welcome, brother!"

"Toraman, have you been sitting in the same place since you came!"

I ran into an old acquaintance on the way. The boy who asked me his name in the first hours I came here was sitting where we first met.

"The place is very crowded, and everyone is running aside. I was lazy. I collapsed here!"

What nonsense is this? The man's dead; he's in Hell, still chasing his joy. I couldn't stand it, and I told him everything I knew.

"Wow, what am I going to do? So if I sit idly like this, there are eight hours of torment every day. I'm a comfort lover, and I don't like disturbing things at all!"

'Look at the snob..!'

I was about to swear; I suddenly came to my senses. I killed the Fallen and took my talent. What's wrong with me whether this guy panics or sleeps like a buffalo all day?

"The decision is your bro. I'll look into that nearby area. You can come with me if you want!"

He must have been bored, too, standing where he was. He followed me, taking his steps in slow motion mode. Fortunately, the distance was close. Otherwise, I would have carried the slouchy on my back.

"Toraman, this is a region of the Fallen that we must kill. Take care; we will fight them a lot in the future!"

When I turned towards the boy behind me, I found him with a frozen face. His teeth were chattering, and his hands were trembling a little.

I was stunned, obviously because he was furious about something. I was wondering about this situation that contradicts his image. The sluggish boy looked like the idle son of the village landlord, with his head like a carelessly sculpted bust on his thick neck, showing him only twenty years old.

"What happened to Toraman?"

"Brother, these burned me. That kid I beat was the same guy with a plastic bag in his hand!"

Toraman's voice trembled as he spoke. Even the ends of his hair, which he combed to the side as if a cow had licked him, stood on end as if he was reliving those moments.

"Calm down, take a deep breath! Tell me everything from the beginning!"

I approached him and set him softly on the ground; when I saw that he was overreacting, I realized that he had a lot to say.