The Universe Is Innately Just 128 Storming To The Top Part Four

The h.e.l.lish scenery shocked and frightened him quite a lot. He quickly managed to calm down by reminding himself that it's a game, nothing to be afraid of. The scenery in the surrounding area was only there to add a little bit of flavor, some kind of world-building made by the developer to spook the players. Those were his thoughts, and he was indeed aware that the real danger would be the waves that he was going to face.

As the system didn't show him any interface, he stepped forward as he advanced in the odd place. Noticing the piles of rubble and destructed pillars that were on his path, he couldn't help but praise the developer of the game for the realism of the scene. He could swear that he had been dropped in the middle of an old battlefield. As he walked, his sight couldn't help but lock on the few pillars and destroyed buildings on his road.

"They kinda look like an alternative roman civilization…", he thought as he remembered one movie he had the occasion to watch at Moha's bar. His hand traced the constructs surface as he advanced through the path filled with destruction in front of him. After what seemed like a minute of walk in the narrow trail he had been following, he finally arrived in a large circular plaza. His eyes calmly traced his surrounding before being attracted by an object in the middle of the square. The object was a large piece of rock that had fallen from a pillar, and behind the large rock, he noticed something fabric. As he approached the rock and had a better view of what was in front of him, he was sure that the material was part of a piece of clothing. "Quite the nice staging!" he thought as he was only a few feet from seeing what was behind the rock.

Then as he finally arrived behind the piece of the pillar, he quickly came to understand what the piece of clothing was. Although the bit of clothing was shredded, he still recognized that it was a cape, and its last owner was lying in the ground with his back toward Fell. His nose moved slightly as he sniffed the air in front of him, "It has decayed for years…", he a.s.sumed as the pungent odor hit his nostrils. As he walked around the corpse, he saw that it had decayed so much that there wasn't much flesh left. Fell found that the corpse's skeletal frame was similar to the humans on Earth, except for a few b.u.mps here and there that didn't match with his own bone structure.

Then out of nowhere, he felt movement in his surroundings, and he swiftly turned around, but his senses didn't notice anything. Suddenly, he turned around with a fist clenched and used his movement to accelerate his fist's momentum. Sounds of bones shattering resounded, and he noticed with slight surprise that the skeletal soldier he had been checking had revived. It stood in place with a skull partially fractured. Fell felt a slight tingling in his fists and noticed that the skin on top of his knuckles had been broken down.

He cursed inwardly at how weak the in-game avatar was, right before a.s.suming a fighting stance. As he readied himself to dash forward, he heard a cacophony of clacking sounds resounded in the area near the plaza. Clack-Clack-Clack! He didn't even need to see it to know the sound's origin. "The first wave is coming…", he mumbled as he stepped forward toward the headless skeleton. Three fists. .h.i.t his target nearly at the same time. The skeleton fell on the ground and came back to a lifeless state. He focused his senses on his surroundings, trying to detect from where the incoming monsters would enter first. "f.u.c.k", he couldn't help but curse as he swiftly came to the conclusion that his position was going to be soon washed by a sea of rattling bones.

A sword appeared on his hand the moment he saw dozens of skeleton broke through a nearby trail. He couldn't help but think that the place where he stood might have been a city devastated by war on some lost planet. During that thought, he dashed to his left. The moment his leg touched the ground, all of the empty thoughts that were filling his mind with useless information disappeared. His body and mind instantly switched to battle mode, his whole being's intent was flooded with information about his next courses of action. And like a spear, he decided to thrust his whole body into a weak part of the sea of skeletons. They had just come from behind a trail filled with broken pillars, and before they even managed to step inside the plaza, a white haired youth had jumped in the middle of them. His hand flashed several times in an instant. Dozens of skeletons were reduced to smooth bone fragments.

He repeated the action several time, clearing a ridiculous number of skeleton soldiers before lightly tapping on the ground with his feet. PPPa! He swiftly arrived on top of a pillar and managed to get on higher ground. The monsters instantly followed suit and began rus.h.i.+ng toward the pillar; they climbed on each other in a desynchronized and haphazard way. Sounds of bones breaking a.s.saulted Fell's ears from all around him. His movements paused for a split second. His eyes darted right and left before growing wide from disbelief. "They aren't joking with this…", he mumbled as his sight was completely filled with the color of the skeleton mob. They extended past the limit of his sight. A sea of white moving in waves to crash on him. Counting them would take nearly as much time as decimating them.

"Well, time to get to work!" he thought as his leg stepped in the void. His figure pierced through the air as he descended toward the ground, his sword beautifully danced and traced a long stroke that cut whatever was in its way. The sea of skeletons near him exploded as he dashed back toward the plaza.