The legion
Dante wandered through the dense forest, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement. His hands gripped tightly around the hilt of his sword, ready to strike at any moment. As he walked, the leaves and twigs beneath his feet crunched and snapped, alerting any creatures in the vicinity of his presence.
It wasn't long before Dante heard the first growl. He turned his head towards the sound, his eyes locking onto a group of snarling wolves. They bared their teeth and moved towards him, their eyes full of hunger and aggression.
Without hesitation, Dante lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. The first wolf leaped towards him, but Dante parried its attack with ease, before swiftly counterattacking and driving the blade deep into its chest.
The other wolves circled around him, snarling and snapping their jaws. Dante remained calm, his eyes locked onto his targets. One by one, he dispatched them with quick and precise strikes, his sword flashing in the sunlight.
As he moved deeper into the forest, the creatures became more fearsome. Giant spiders with razor-sharp legs, snarling bears with claws the size of daggers, and grotesque trolls with thick skin and club-like arms all attempted to stop Dante in his tracks.
But he was too quick and too skilled in them. With each encounter, he grew more confident, his movements more fluid, and his strikes more lethal. He moved with a grace and precision that belied his human form, as if he was born to slay monsters.
With each kill, Dante felt a strange energy coursing through his veins. It was the power of necromancy, the magic that allowed him to raise the dead. He felt it pulsating through his body, urging him to unleash its power.
And so he did.
With a flick of his wrist, Dante summoned the dead back to life, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. They rose up from the forest floor, their bodies writhing and twitching as they came back to life.
The slain wolves, bears, spiders, and trolls all stood up once more, their eyes locked onto Dante with a newfound sense of loyalty. They had been brought back from the brink of death, and they knew that they owed their second chance at life to him.
Dante led his army of undead monsters through the forest, their growls and snarls echoing through the trees. He moved with a newfound confidence, knowing that he had an army at his back.Reveling in this new gained power he and his army of bones marched on slaughtering more and more monsters whilst converting them to more soldiers growing the army to unbelievable heights.
(8 hours later)
Looking at his army lined up in front of him Dante smiled reminiscing of the time when he had an army almost a 1000 times the size with any one of them being more powerful than a level 100 being.
But knowing his limits he stopped. He didn't want his army to become too big causing the churches to come after, thinking back to how many times he almost died to them.
Thinking back, he opened his status menu overlooking how much of a crazy growth he has had in what was only a week of the game coming online.Thinking this he opened up the ranking board where all the top players of the entire globe were located.
Rank Player Name Country Level
1 Shinichi Japan. 24
2 Maximus. United States 24
3 Tariq. Saudi Arabia. 24
4 Ivan Russia 24
5 Maria. Brazil 24
6 Aleksandra. Poland. 23
7 Jang-ho South Korea 23
8 Fabio. Italy 23
9. Li. China. 22
10 Hans Germany 22
Looking at this, he was reminded that even with his future knowledge at his dispense, he would still struggle to be on the same level as these brats.
"But would I really be a villain if I was just strong... No! A real villain is someone who makes people fall into his plans no matter the strength of said person," Dante thought as he already had plans set on making each and every one of them a pawn to him before the hero could snatch them this time.
Breaking out of his daydream he called forth to his army" Legion!!! March forth and consume the living!! "Dante said as he watched the army of bones march towards the village gates already envisioning the carnage they would cause furthering his agenda
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[Dante Status]
Level:24
Class:Evil Apostle
Title:Demon(Str+5) Necromamcer(Int+10)
Bloodline:Human (50%) Demon(50%)
(Stats)
Str:39->54
Sta:25
Agi:29->44
Spirit:20
Int:29->44
Wis:9
Luk:10
Avaliable stats:180
[Unique Trait:Vipers Venom(S)]
Comment:A vile cold blooded demon that has tendencies to betray fast and has a weird fetish to manipulate corpses. Never thought you would be into such weird stuff.