Rampager

At the Training Grounds, Donovan had already removed his trench coat, scarf, and gloves.

He was practicing his long-ranged spells on some dummies. After almost running out of Umbrella Fuel, he decided to rest for a while.

Umbrella Fuel was the equivalent of "mana". Out of the six class-types of Visitors, a Mage-type starts out with more umbrella fuel than the others, and the second was Healer. If a Visitor were to run out of fuel, they won't be able to cast their spells.

Donovan sat on a metal chair. After resting for two minutes, he got up and faced a dummy again.

Then, tapping his umbrella on the floor, bones started forming out of thin air, converging into a full human skeleton. He decided to use his Ephemeral Ossuary spell.

Its eye sockets were burning with a fiery green. Donovan's eyes widened. It looked identical to the skeleton from before that was lying down on the ground next to the deceased Visitor!

Hm... The skeleton's from a spell. That, I can now "confirm"... But as for the burnt corpse... Sigh, I'll just let the authorities deal with it.

Donovan, having read many novels in the past that had the protagonist having necromancy powers, was getting a little excited about this. He made the skeleton in front of him press its right hand on its chest and bow slightly.

He then made the skeleton approach the dummy and attack.

It really is too weak... Plus, this drains my fuel too quickly... I'll only be using it for stuff at home for now. Hm... at Storm Rank, I wonder how many I'll be able to summon... Maybe it's at Storm Rank where I can finally use this spell for battle purposes.

He tapped his umbrella on the floor again. The skeleton's bones dropped to the floor, sinking as if it was standing on water.

After practicing his spells, he finally went to the body training section.

Sigh, I'm already rather muscular... But I have to do this. I have to get stronger to return home...

Donovan hadn't forgotten about his main goal: Return to his original universe, his original planet, Earth.

At 9:00 a.m., he decided to head home early.

As he was walking on the sidewalk, the wind suddenly picked up, messing up his hair.

He looked up, and saw three Visitors who were flying very fast.

The cops again... Another crime, perhaps...?

Donovan continued his walk, when suddenly, a loud boom erupted in the distance. It came from the direction that the three Visitors from earlier flew towards!

The loud boom halted everyone in the streets, looking towards the direction of the explosion.

Then, some of the Visitors started flying towards it, while some ignored it and continued their walk.

As for Donovan, he flew.

As he flew, there were other Visitors flying beside him. He neared the source of the explosion, and he soon heard screaming.

Then, he saw a large Visitor rampaging around in the middle of the street. With the Visitor's large build, Donovan came to the conclusion that it was a Tanker-type Visitor.

The Tanker was foaming in the mouth, and his suit was bulging because of his muscles, almost at the brink of ripping apart.

The cops surrounded the rampaging Visitor. The authorities kept yelling for it to stop. At the feet of the rampaging Tanker were bloody corpses, likely dead and unfortunate Visitors who tried to calm down the large Tanker.

The foaming Tanker was holding dismembered limbs.

The Visitors who were in the area and had flown here recoiled at this scene. As for Donovan, his eyes slightly widened.

What's happening? Why's a Visitor doing this?

As Donovan was lost in his thoughts, the rampaging Visitor rushed towards the cops who were hiding behind electrical barriers, or rather, walls.

The Visitor cops aimed their weapons and started firing, but it was ineffective against the Tanker's hard body.

The Visitors from above didn't dare do a thing, merely letting the authorities deal with it. Tanker-types were no different from Fighter-types. Aside from defending fellow Visitors, they could also fight when needed, albeit slower than Fighters.

As for the Tanker-types and the Fighter-types from above, they had already begun floating down to try and fight against the rampaging Visitor.

The foaming Tanker set his gaze at the large and small Visitors who had descended down from the sky.

Gritting his teeth, the Visitor spread his arms and rushed wildly at the Visitors. But then, two Visitors with the same build as him stepped forward and also rushed towards him. They were also Tankers like him.

One Tanker tackled him at the abdomen, while the other swung his fist at the Tanker's face.

The rampaging Tanker staggered. Then, the one tackling the rampaging Tanker started moving forward, and at that moment, the rampaging Tanker had been brought to the ground.

The authorities immediately rushed towards the three Tankers. Three cops with tranquilizer guns fired three darts at the dazed and rampaging Tanker's neck.

The rampaging Tanker started to doze off, his body calming down.

From above, the Visitors watched this scene with amazement.

But as for Donovan, he recalled a Visitor from Sylvia's team: Harold, a Tanker-type.

I forgot how dangerous and formidable Tankers are... I shouldn't anger one in the future. Hm...

His thoughts went to what happened to the rampaging Tanker from below.

What in the world happened for him to be rampaging like that...? Could it be a result of a spell, like mind control...?

The authorities took care of the scene, and eventually everything returned to normal.

At around 9:30, he returned to his apartment.

Taking off his clothes, he saw Alfred seated on the sofa, watching TV like always. Then, Donovan decided to ask the Vorlan a question:

"What do you think happened to the poor fellow from outside earlier?" he asked.

Alfred's gaze landed on him for a moment, and returned to the TV. He replied, "It's the result of a spell, human. A dangerous one at that."

I knew it...

Alfred continued, "You should be careful, human. If memory serves me right, there is an organization out in space dedicated in causing chaos and destruction. They specialize in making people go mad."

Donovan's eyes widened. He asked, "What do you mean?"

"Have you heard of the Joplin Incident?" asked Alfred.

Joplin Incident...? Donovan replied, "No."

"Joplin is a planet. Around ten years ago, it was a prosperous planet, full of life and civilization. But then, someone from a certain evil organization came to the planet, and a day later, the planet erupted in war, chaos, and destruction. Care to guess what happened, human?"

Donovan was about to respond when Alfred quickly said, "One person was able to cause a planet to go to war with itself. In just a week, Joplin had become a wasteland of nuclear activity."

Donovan took a seat, processing the information. Then, he asked, "Are you trying to say that someone from that organization has entered... or rather, infiltrated Umbrellas?"

"It's possible, but don't be so sure, human," replied Alfred.

I mean... It certainly is possible. That rampaging Tanker from earlier...

Donovan decided to tell Alfred about what happened earlier, "When I was heading home, I saw a Tanker-type Visitor going wild and attacking everyone."

Alfred scratched his ears, and said, "Don't worry about this so much. This city has very advanced technology. The higher-ups will eventually figure out what exactly happened."

After that, Donovan went to the bathroom to take a bath. He was very sweaty from training. He then recalled what happened in his very first mission after transmigration: The planet called Karlon.

When I'm stronger, I'll make sure to visit that planet again. I have to figure out what exactly the deal was with that old man. Problem is, I have to get the World Name Card to go there...

After exiting the bath and sitting on the sofa next to Alfred, he suddenly heard a notification from his phone.

Donovan stood up, walking towards his phone that was sitting on the surface of the table.

His heartbeat quickened, his eyes slightly widening.

It was a text message from Sylvia! It said:

"Hey. Wyd?"