Fight From The Grave V

After all that fighting and turning zombies into vampires, nothing was much worse than being a useless protagonist. All the manga and manwhuas I read before the world began its mass destruction were useless and a bunch of lies.

"I swear if there was an author who wrote this world and me as one of their characters... I'm going to need a word with he or she." It's probably a her if I was the main character.

I check back to my interface to watch the time count down.

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SUB-SCENARIO UPDATE:

SUB-SCENARIO: FIGHT FROM THE GRAVE

REQUIREMENTS: Save the remaining dead people who have died after you in the remaining time.

REMAINING TIME: 00:00:6:36

DEAD REMAINING: 331

FAILURE: Permanent Death.

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Two hours have passed, and I more or less have regained half of my mana. I was sitting by a wall and watching the little vampire boy, Andre, playing with two of the zombie bodybuilders, Billy and Tommy. Do not ask me why those are their names. The zombie horde was just behind them, making weird noises. It was probably just how they talked to each other.

A cold hand comes down to my clenched fist. I look up to see Natalie the vampire mom, smiling down at me. At least it wasn't the creepy ones she used to give me.

"Don't feel bad for them. You may have not saved everyone, but you finally saw us as beings needing saving. Even when our skins were already rotting." She pats, "Now just focus on recovering some energy."

"I can still save a few more! I just replenished half my mana---" She gives me a very... motherly smile... I mean the ones where she's shutting you up with kindness. I suck in my lips and did not dare to argue with her.

"I have more or less talked to them. They are willing to help you get out of here." She pulls me up to my feet with ease.

"What do you mean---" The horde of zombies began shuffling into pairs, "Hey, what are they doing?" Each pair faces the other. Some nod, while others hug and pat each other.

"Everyone expressed their hope to avenge them. And to fight the gods and demons that did this to mankind. I, too, hope you can get stronger and fight them... and meet your sister." Natalie smiles.

I wasn't sure what was happening. I told all of them the moment before I died. That the gods and demons mocked me after death. Although I don't know much of the details, they cursed at the higher being for me.

"How can I? We only have 3 minutes left." Andre skips over and hugs his mom's hip.

"Easy." He beams and snaps his fingers. I watch in bewilderment when the pairs of zombies kill each other. Bodies hit the ground one after the other. My save count has started to decrease.

"W-wait! How is this saving them!" I try to move to stop the rest, but Natalie stops me.

"They have willingly released their souls to peace. They all wish you could fight the gods and demons. And..." Natalie and Andre step back from me, only to kneel.

"We wish to serve you as our Master." She says, 'You have given us a chance to live longer. Even if it means becoming something unhuman."

I was taken aback a second time.

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7th DEMON PRINCE, BAAL SAY TO HURRY UP AND ACCEPT THEIR UNDYING PLEADGE.

ARCHANGEL, ARIEL SAYS THEY WILL BECOME A GREAT HELP IN THE FUTURE.

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Without another second to spare, I answered, "Very well."

The process was not long. Natalie instructed me to give them some of my blood. Cutting my palm, I squeeze blood into their mouths. At first, nothing happened, but then, they both fell on the ground, grasping their necks.

"Kuek! Ugh! Ahh!" I was just about to run to them when Natalie stops me.

"N-nooo, we must endure it. If we fail, we die. If we manage to survive, it'll make us stronger, and our contract with you will be life-bounding." She manages to croak out.

She grabs her son and hugs him tight. While the two fight for their lives, the zombies horde, now a barely left, continue to kill each other. It was too much for me to watch.

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ARCHANGEL, ARIEL SAYS TO PRAY FOR THEM.

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And that is exactly what I did. Upon watching the last zombie take a giant rock that was bigger than its head, fall backward and let the rock crush its head, something ethereal happens.

White spirits began to come out of the zombie's bodies. They all swirled and spin in a giant circle around Natalie, Andre, and I.

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CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE CLEARED THE SUB-SCENARIO: FIGHT FROM THE GRAVE.

AS THE ONLY ONE TO HAVE FACED THIS SCENARIO, YOU WILL BE REWARDED. REWARDS ARE BEING PROCESSED.

YOU MAY NOW EXIT TO THE CURRENT SCENARIO: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST.

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Just before I could read the rest. I am picked up by the 331 spirits and carried past the pit, up the floating stones and edges, and to a portal that opened up at the very end of the ceiling.

Then the horde of spirits threw us in.

"WE BELIEVE." A ghostly whisper was the last thing I heard before I realized that I am sky diving without a parachute.

"Like hell you believe me!!! At least put me somewhere safe!!!" The portal closes on me, and a new notification popped up.

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SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST

Weed out the weak. The strong stays while the weak are preyed upon. Fighting is the only way to survive in the future.

Requirements: Participants must get at least 1000 POINTS in the next 24 hours.

Reward: Qualify to move to the MAIN SCENARIO.

EVENT ENDS IN: 00:02:55:36

FAILURE: DEATH

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POINT SYSTEM:

[Creature Core: 200 Pts]

[Humans: 100 Pts]

POINTS ACQUIRED: 100

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The current scenario wasn't what I was concerned about. I screamed down and realised that the drop from the portal wasn't high. But it did dump me to the nearest dumpster.

"Ugh..." It stinks, picking off the banana peel off my head. Jumping out of the dump, I start looking for the mother and son duo.

"Natalie! Andre! Where are you guys!" I jog around the unfamiliar place. All I could make out was the Korean lettering all over the place. For some odd reason, I could see the subtitle translation to it all.

(Marketplace)

(BUY 4 get 1 FREE)

(Koin Karaoke)

"Did the portal send us back to where we first teleported!?"

"CRASH!" I whip my head behind me. There in the alleyway was a bunch of grown men kicking what looks to be a child. I can see them kicking and punching the kid around.

Without a plan, I ran into the alleyway and swung my bat to the nearest person to me.

"Ack!" He flies to the wall and slumps down.

[+1 KILL] [100 POINTS ADDED]

Did I just O.K. him?! I looked up to his buddies staring at me in surprise, which soon turned to anger.

"Get that bitch!" One dude with a dragon tattoo on his arm commands.

"Active [DEMON'S POSSESSION] for 1 mana" I yell out, making them stop in their tracks. When nothing happened, to my horror, they proceeded to run after me. I turn to run, but I suddenly remembered why I was here meddling in the first place.

"Hey kid prepare to run!" I kick the first guy between the legs. A loud resonating crack can be heard and he screams, falling to his knees. I take this chance to use him as a stepping stone and jump over the group to the little boy.

As soon as I could grab him, I threw him over the wall behind him. Turning around, I grab a couple of glass bottles and threw it to their faces.

"Ack!"

"Ugh!"

"Oof!"

I laugh out loud when I accidentally aimed at one of their manhood. Then I made my way over the wall to find the boy still there.

"What are you doing!? I told you to run---" I look over him, and realized that those sorry excuses of a man, had beaten this boy till he was black and blue. He carried a black eye, busted lips, cuts and bruises from top to bottom, and lastly, one ankle was very purple and swollen.

"Get them!" An order shouts on the other side of the wall. I roll my eyes at my kindness and throw the boy over my shoulders.

"H-hey!" He protests, "Put me down!" This kids looked around 13 or 14 years old. An adult should be watching over him.

"Stop struggling or we won't be able to run away." I huff out. Running through streets and alleyways all while avoiding other people. I find a small, rundown building and go inside.