Chapter 7: A Dying Star

Two figures sat on each sofa while another figure sat on the chair of his desk the atmosphere around them was noticeably heavy.

The two figures who are sitting on the sofa were the Two foreign Grim Reapers from UNS-67980921078 while the one who was in his desk was the one in charge of Supervising, managing and administration of the Grim Reapers of this UNS-9008 he can be called a Supervisor,or a Manager or a Administrator , but this two in front of him was not under his supervision or to be more precise this 2 doesn't even belong to this UNS and to his knowledge there were more of them who illegally trespassed this UNS and the only reason he was able to call in this 2 Grim Reaper's was because they caused too huge of a disturbance in the material plane allowing him to pinpoint their location and forcefully tug them away.

In normal circumstances he would be able to pinpoint every single Grim Reaper in this UNS but that only applies to Grim Reaper's who are recorded to be under his supervision if by some chance a foreign Grim Reaper successfully enters this UNS without prior notice he won't even know where they are even if they're close, although he would notice that there were trespassers.

"I Believe introductions are in need"

The Supervisor opened his mouth and spoke his sentence in a called and pressuring voice.

The two Grim Reaper's were noticibly shaken and clearly nervous. Its quite laughable how the two death bringers that every living being are afraid of are shaking and nervous. To an outsider this would indeed incite laughter , but to those who are in the know they would understand why the two were shaking and nervous.

The gap between The Supervisor and a mere Grim Reaper was so vast that even comparing them would be a height of foolishness. To give an analogical example it would be the same as comparing the size of a single pebble and the size of the ever expanding universe, everybody would know that a pebble isn't even worth mentioning with the size comparison.

A Supervisor's power increases the older he/she gets, it also increases when the number of Grim Reaper's and lifeforms increase, while a Grim Reaper's power varies with the lifeform its assigned to, for example a Grim Reaper who is assigned to a plant will only be given enough power to take away that plants life on the other hand a Grim Reaper who's assigned to a dragon will be given enough power to take away its life while there are some exemptions they are fairly rare. Looking at the power difference it's quite understandable why the two Grim Reapers were nervous and shaking.

"INTRODUCE YOURSELVES!"

The Supervisor repeated his point using his loud and cold voice seeing the two weren't moving.

""Yes!"" The two Grim Reaper's replied and quickly stood up.

The Grim Reaper who arrived first was the first to recover from his nervousness.

"I'm GM # 607-9—"

But he couldn't finish his introduction due to the sudden increase of Gravity around him causing him to grovel at the floor sweating all the while.

*Wh-whats happening!? No wait how is this happening!?*

The gravity around him was intense he could barely even hold himself up in all fours, the intensity of the gravity around him was at least 4 times stronger than earth's. But this situation was odd on its own right He was a Grim Reaper he wasn't a material being, him being affected by gravity shouldn't even be possible.

Grim reapers are fundamentally souls with special privileges and capabilities.

And one of those privileges is not being affected by forces that may affect their performance and Gravity is one of those yet here he is pushed down to the floor with the sheer force of gravity.

Any normal human would've fainted and died the moment this kind of gravity was applied to their body but a Grim Reaper isn't human.

"When introducing yourself you should show your face to the person in front of you all the more when that person is your superior"

The Supervisor coldly looked at the struggling Grim Reaper on the floor. When the Grim Reaper tried to introduce himself not only did he not remove his hood he also did not remove the black particles that prevents his face from being seen the Supervisor took this as a form of disrespect and rudeness towards him.

"You might be a Grim Reaper but to its core you're just a soul with special privileges and capabilities"

The Supervisor moved from his desk and approached the Grim Reapers' his footsteps echoing at the same time and with his every step the gravity around the grovelling Grim Reaper intensified and once the Supervisor reached him the Grim reaper was already flat down on the floor like a pancake.

The Supervisor who was only a step away opened his mouth and once again the gravity intensified and the floor creaked and crackled and fissures started running across the whole floor.

"But who do you think gives you those special privileges?"

The Supervisor's tone was sharp and admonishing his question was rhetorical. The pressure inside the room grew heavy and the other Grim Reaper who was thankfully not subjected to intense gravity was instead assaulted by the intense pressure radiating from the Supervisor his current situation wasn't any different from his fellow Grim Reaper who's flat on the floor.

*This isn't good*

Sweat trickles from his back, the robe and armor did nothing to defend him from the intense pressure nor did it save his fellow Grim Reaper from the intense Gravity.....

[Emergency!]

"Hm?"

Suddenly a sound of ringing reverberated inside the Supervisor's head. He took his eyes off from the Grim Reapers' in front of him and turned around.

"What is it this time?"

He was annoyed by the sudden intrusion as he flicked his fingers a floating transparent window screen with a slight red hue appeared in front of him.

And within that transparent screen were words written. The Supervisor read through the message scowling all the while clearly it wasn't something he should be happy about.

"Which one of you is assigned to this 'Alsyel'?"

The Supervisor suddenly asked. Although it was an abrupt question one of the Grim Reaper who wasn't under intense Gravity hurriedly answered.

"Er that would be him sir..."

The Grim Reaper points to his fellow Grim Reaper who's on the ground.

The Supervisor turned to look at the Grim Reaper who's on the ground he raised his hand and snaps his finger, the sound echoed throughout the room and suddenly the gravity pushing the Grim Reaper disappeared and so did the damage caused by it.

The cracks and fissure on the floor was gone as if it was never there in the first place.

"Stand up and I assume you've found your manners?"

Says the Supervisor in a cold voice.

Unlike last time the supervisor wasn't pressuring the Grim Reaper but it was still evident that his punishment was enough for a trauma to develop.

The Grim Reaper quickly stood up and the black particles that hinders visual recognition slowly dissipates revealing his hidden face.

"Hooo? Well don't you have quite a face? Makes me wonder why you hide it."

The Supervisor takes a closer look at the Grim Reapers face finding it quite handsome than most. Piquing his interest he turns to the other Grim Reaper.

"I doubt I still have to say anything regarding those pesky particles of yours now do I?"

Although the Grim Reaper he pressured with Gravity already showed his face the other one didn't. He narrowed his eyes eagerly waiting for the particles to disperse.

"! Yes sir!"

The particles slowly dissipates showing a gorgeous face of a woman within.

"Hm I see not only does the Black particles hinder visual recognition of your faces it also makes your voice sound similar"

The Supervisors eyes twinkled in interest but quickly turns serious in a matter of seconds.

"Well anyway It seems that a soul which one of you are assigned to is in trouble and currently his PDP is now 80% if he dies I'm gonna be in deep trouble considering It's a soul not belonging to my UNS I want you to prevent him from dying But I will not permit you on manipulating the material plane keep it within the spiritual plane but still keep it at less minimum you're gonna need permission from me on any drastic actions you take"

The two Grim Reapers listened closely to the Supervisor holding on to every word the he says.

The supervisor took notice of this behavior and he was satisfied or more precisely impressed despite coming from a different UNS they were able to show proper professionalism towards their duties.

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"Graaa—!"

A body went flying in the sky and crashed into the cold hard pavement, splattering blood and flesh on impact.

**CLANK**SQUASH**

A blunt sound mixed with the groans of rotten moving corpse can be heard within the thick horde.

Within that horde a single man swings his weapon keeping the corpses at bay and this man 'He' was the only one noticeably 'Alive' within the throng of living corpses and with his only weapon a blunt hollow metal bat he fended off any attempts of the living corpses.

"Hoooo!!!!"

A diagonal swing applied with the strength more than his body can actually exert hits a zombie straight in the head. How long has he been fighting 1 minute? 30 minutes? an hour? he couldn't tell every single passing moment was a blur.

His body was heavly fatigued but despite that He was still swinging with abnormal strength He was still moving as if he could not feel pain.

Lowering his body concentrating his strength onto his legs and he jumps. Landing a kick to an unprotected zombies head followed by a swing to his side further hitting other heads.

*huff* *pant* *pant* *pant*

His bathed breaths has become loud enough to be heard, it was clear that he was already reaching his limits.

The arm he used to swing the bat around has been shaking and numb after his last swing, his legs that has supported his body weight and movements for so long has started buckling to his own weight and finally his vision has become shaky and narrow.

He already burned through his body's energy and is in dire need of rest and nourishment.

*I can't keep this up anymore*

Alsyel has already noticed that his body was reaching its limits prior to his last kick, he slowly backed away from the horde thankfully there were not much zombies behind him so he easily avoided being encircled by the horde.

*I hope Shizuka and Fumi managed to escape*

Despite being in a life and death situation Alsyel still concerns about the 2 siblings that he met not too long ago.

The older sister was bright and energetic and at the same time decisive and serious.

While the younger sister was silent and timid and funnily enough also shares a body with his former Party member, Rogue.

Despite the short time with the two siblings he grew fond of them as if they were his family.

*Haha I guess I am old enough to have become a dad, although I don't look old in this body*

Between his panted breaths and slow retreat Alsyel looked down to his current body which was at least 10 years younger compared to his former body.

"GRAAAHHH!!"

Seemingly able to find an opportunity a Jumper pounced at Alsyel.

Its mouth was wide open and attempted to bite Alsyel.

**thunk**

Unfortunately, the only thing it managed to bite was a cold hollow metal Bat. Alsyel managed to block the bite.

"Hah! If you think I'd go down because of a pounce, jokes on you!"

He swings the bat with the undead biting on it and hits another undead straight in the face, both died on impact and blood splattered.

"GrAAAHHH!"

Another undead ran towards him and he kicked it back into the horde causing other zombies in the direction to stumble and fall.

Alsyel kept retreating away from the horde and finally...

As if to mock all his efforts until now he felt the cold thick concrete on his back.

"Haha"

Alsyel let out a chuckle and looked upwards and he saw the outline of a cruel and unforgiving wall that stopped his retreat.

"HahahahaHAHAHAHA!!"

He laughed like a mad man.

"So this is It huh? Haha never thought I'd die because of a f**king wall"

There was nowhere to run anymore, he was surrounded from all sides and his body was already giving into fatigue, both his arms and legs were numb and his lungs was desperately collecting oxygen to sustain the body.

At this moment Alsyel looked like a weak little puppy in the corner of an alley.

*Haah this is the end for me*

Alsyel stared at the enclosing horde and hardened the grip on his bat.

*Well I ain't gonna die without a Fight*

He gritted his teeth and once again summoned his strength through his skill Herculean strength.

*ptich* *ptich* *ptich*

Muscle tissues snapping and tearing could be heard as Alsyel kept increasing his overall strength with his skill, his current body shouldn't be able to hold this much strength but he ignored its limits and continued.

*crack* *crack* *crack*

And finally even his bones began cracking due to the pressure of the bulging muscles.

"GRaA—"

An undead tried to jump at Him but with a simple swing the upper body of the undead went missing...or more accurately it exploded from the shear impact of the swing.

And with another swing five more undeads exploded.

And with another swing six more exploded.

As if showing a hint of intelligence all the undeads stopped in there tracks, maybe because they were confused, or afraid but all of them only stared at the origin of the powerful swings.

In front of the wall was a man who was now taller than before and bulker than before, the shirt that he wore now had tears and emphasized his perfectly chiseled body, his muscles and skins were showing purple spots indicating that the blood vessels and muscle tissues have been damaged and blood now spurted out from his hands and mouth.

With a hoarse and scratchy voice Alsyel spoke.

"A dying star will shine at its Brightest before truly dying"

With those words he smiled like a Demon.

*crack* *boom*

Alsyel kicked the ground and charged forward ramming into the horde, crushing and trampling the unfortunate living corpses blocking his way.

He kept swinging his bat, undeads unfortunate enough to be in its trajectory exploded on impact and blood splattered and showered the surroundings.

The bat became mangled and unusable it cant be used for swinging anymore. Alsyel acknowledged this fact and threw the bat away.... With great force of course. A total of 4 undeads were hit by the thrown bat.

To the slow witted undeads they couldn't understand the sudden carnage that befall them, while the other undeads with enough wits started running away from the fight, runners and jumpers were the most noticeable bunch that started fleeing.

Faces of terror and fear could be seen on some of them.

Alsyel grabbed another undead and threw it towards the fleeing group, sounds of flesh tearing and bones crushing along with a hard impact echoed.

He grabbed another one and threw it again he continued this pattern with an occasional kick and punch along the way, it was a bloody battlefield and very one-sided the corpses of the living dead started piling up as the showers of blood and flesh continued for another minute more.

The once overpopulated area became a near desolated area littered with corpses of the living dead.

But like a lamp finally running out of fuel, Alsyel fell to his knees with a loud thud, his limbs fell as if they were cut from their strings and his head hung low.

*Sh't I'm drained*

His muscles were now dyed dark-purple and it slowly shrunk as the effects of his skills slowly faded away.

"Blurgh"

He vomited blood and his vision slowly faded, the sounds around him became incomprehensible and finally went silent.

As if a last mercy from the heavens the pain that he should be experiencing wasn't there anymore.

*I hope they're safe...*

With his last thought his world went silent.

Within a corpse littered battlefield a lone kneeling figure of a man was there at the center of all other corpses.

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"How many times does this guy want to die!?" A silent shout echoed through the area.

"Heh I guess were in the same boat, mine went and charged ahead and got bitten multiple times in the end I had to use my privileges to give him the most highest status ailment resistance"

a beautiful woman emerged from the shadows and spoke.

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"F*ck"

A man spoke.

"How weak is this body? It can't even defend against a ghouls bite!"

His body was littered by bite marks but despite that he was fine.

[Poison resisted!]

[Poison resisted!]

[Negative status Resisted!]

[Negative status Resisted!]

[Negative status Resisted!]

"Shut THE F*CK UP!!" the man screamed towards the air.

"Where the hell is this any way? It freaking looks like an underground dungeon"

The man scanned the area he was in and after a few minutes he gave up. In truth he was inside an underground subway but unfortunately he doesn't know that.

"That Grim reaper barely even explained anything before disappearing"

The man kept walking along the underground subway, he was walking towards a source of light.

After a few minutes of walking he arrived at an area supported with pillars, this was the boarding area for the train passengers.

"Sh*t it smells like rotten corpse here!" The man shouted.

Indeed the area was also littered with rotting corpses of people, blood was all over the walls clearly there was a desperate fight here not too long ago.

The man climbed up from the railways into the boarding bay.

"This wound isn't caused by a ghoul, this looks more like a knife wound, and this guy seemed to have been shot with something"

The man examined the corpses and reached the conclusion that the fight was between humans.

He left the corpse and moved towards the stairs but suddenly he noticed something he looked towards a certain door.

The door had a mark CR and was clearly blocked with wooden planks but what caught his attention wasn't the door but what's beyond it.

[Passive skill: Keen hearing is active]

The man could hear a weak breathing beyond that door, as if it was dying. He didn't know if it was another ghoul or something else, what he did know is the fact that it wouldn't be able to last long in this world.

[Herculean Strength activated]

Without hesitation he teared away the planks blocking the doors and even forcibly opened the door.

He scanned the room and he saw something in the corner, he quickly strode forward and stopped.

In front of him was a small little girl collapsed on the corner, she was pale and was clearly weak if this keeps going she might as well be taken away by an angel.

"Sh*t! What do I do!?"

The man panicked and picked the girl up.

"She's cold, I need to warm her up somehow"

He carried the girl around as he looked for something warm he quickly found a thick cloth and wrapped it around the little girl.

"I should keep carrying her so that my body heat could warm her up, She's pale she probably haven't eaten anything in days"

The girl was locked inside a room for a clearly long time and probably wasn't fed with anything since the fight broke out.

"Damn if only Nicole was here, I wouldn't even mind if that bastard Rogue was here"

The man mentioned the name of people he knew but unfortunately fate didn't allow them to be in the same place.

(("Alright Bak listen to me whenever a person is unconscious but they need nutrition the best you could give them is a soup since its easy to swallow even if the person is unconscious, Do you understand me?"))

A voice of a man he considers as a bastard echoed in his memories.

(("Then if you understand, DON'T FCKING feed Alsyel with manticore meat!!! That meat is harder than Fcking leather!!"))

The man remembered his conversation between his comrade Rogue.

*I hate to admit it but that bastard is useful sometimes*

"I need soup...How the hell do I even make Soup!?"

"Damn it, I wish Nicole or Alsyel was here"

((Bak you should really learn how to cook)) a voice of a concerned woman called out to him.

((Hah! This guy would rather die starving than learning how to cook!)) A man stated

He tried remembering conversations as best as he could.

((Even so he should at least learn how to make basic food like soup))

((Soup is the most easiest to make, since you just basically put herbs and meat in the same pot and boil it in water, I mean even the crudest soup is nutritious enough for a weak person))

Finally he remembered the relative information from his memories.

"I need to get outside, I have to find something to make a soup"

He looked at the little girl on his arms, still pale but at the very least her breathing has returned to normal.

"I ain't gonna let someone die on my watch..... Again.."

The man named Bak made a face of regret and concern.

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