Chaos' Heir Chapter 11
Advertisement
The writings on the walls featured a one-minute countdown that started as soon as the mechanical voice completed its line.
The boys and girls immediately panicked, and only a few of them managed to remain calm. Khan, a short girl with long dark hair, and a tall, slender boy with short grey hair didn't let that news alter their mood and began to study the situation.
'The Global Army accepts everyone,' Khan thought while inspecting the weapons. 'This test must influence part of our life in the army. Maybe its purpose is to assign us to different platoons.'
The answer to his doubts arrived after the slender boy clapped his hands and claimed everyone's attention.
"Calm down!" The boy shouted. "My name is Luke Cobsend, and my family has served in the Global Army for generations. This test will make the higher-ups understand our starting point and potential."
His words didn't have the expected effect. Those who had begun to panic became even more anxious. They didn't want a surprise test to determine their entire life in the army.
"Don't worry," Luke continued. "As I already said, this is only for our starting point. They have to understand who knows how to fight and how they behave in front of danger. The higher-ups will decide our mandatory courses according to our results."
The boys and girls finally began to calm down, but the countdown had never stopped nearing zero. Luke had to do something quickly if he wanted his group to be ready.
"There is no time to exchange names," Luke quickly explained. "Which one of you already has a mana core?"
A few hands rose. Luke, the black-haired girl, Khan, and the skinny boy announced that they owned a mana core.
Evident disappointment appeared on Luke's face, but he quickly steeled his determination.
"That will be enough!" Luke exclaimed. "Those without mana core should choose long weapons or shields. The four of us must handle the frontlines. Pick swords or anything that you are comfortable with."
Khan didn't mind following those directives. Luke seemed to know something about the test and the mana cores, so it was better to listen to him in that situation.
Advertisement
Still, a problem soon appeared. Khan didn't receive any training, and the hall didn't offer even a single firearm.
'Do I have to pick a sword and improvise?' Khan wondered until he found something familiar hidden behind a shield.
Luke had quickly grabbed a sword and had turned to inspect his companions. A satisfied smile appeared on his face when he saw that they had all followed his instructions, but his expression froze at some point.
"Where did you even find a shovel?!" Luke asked when he noticed Khan in the corner of the hall.
"It was behind this old shield," Khan explained, purposely ignoring the real meaning behind Luke's words.
"How do you even plan to fight with that?!" Luke questioned him.
"It's better than picking a weapon that I can't use," Khan replied plainly. "These things are really sharp. I might end up hurting someone due to my inexperience."
Luke remained speechless. Khan's words made sense, but they still didn't justify his choice in that situation.
"Who do we have to fight?" The black-haired girl asked while rotating her hammer.
The scene was quite peculiar. The black-haired girl was barely one hundred and sixty centimeters tall, but her hammer was as big as a man's chest. Yet, she could wield it at ease.
'Physical enhancement!' Khan thought while inspecting the girl. 'I guess mana cores do that for everyone.'
Luke sighed before explaining what he knew. "Our opponent should be a Tainted animal. The creature won't be able to infect anyone, and the army must have also affected its overall aggression. No one can die in this test, but we still have to do our best."
Luke's words had almost made his companions anxious again, but he had been smart enough to add those last details. The boys and girls could finally realize that they didn't have to fear for their lives.
The countdown eventually hit zero, and the weapons quickly disappeared into the walls. A door opened on the side of the hall, and the writings transformed into a large picture.
The picture depicted a tall boar with shining azure eyes. Azure fur also covered its body, and long tusks grew from the corners of its mouth.
Advertisement
"It doesn't seem dangerous!"
"There are ten of us here! How can a simple animal defeat us?"
"We will ace this test!"
Cheers resounded among the group, but Khan, Luke, the black-haired girl, and the skinny body remained silent. Khan even ended up exchanging a meaningful gaze with those three.
'They have also faced a Tainted animal before,' Khan concluded in his mind.
Only idiots would rejoice in front of a Tainted boar. Khan had seen a Tainted rat killing grown-up men with a few bites. He didn't know what that animal would be capable of after the Nak's mana tainted it.
"Let's go out!" Luke suddenly shouted. "Remember. The six of you must remain behind us and provide support. Let those who have a mana core take risks."
The six nodded, and Luke took the group's lead while gesturing to Khan and the other two to follow him in the frontlines.
A green field unfolded in the group's view once they exited the hall. The sun shone high in the sky and revealed every detail about that environment.
A few trees occupied a small spot in the distance. Everyone in the group guessed that the boar was there since they couldn't see it in the prairie.
"I guess that you have faced Tainted animals before," Luke whispered to his three companions.
Khan, the girl, and the skinny boy nodded without adding details. It was clear that they didn't want to talk about that during the test.
"The folks behind us will be useless," Luke continued. "It's up to us to kill the animal. What's the tier of your mana core? My family managed to get me a synthetic A-tier."
Both the girl and the boy showed surprised expressions at that revelation, and Khan imitated them. He didn't even know that mana cores had tiers, but he decided to play along.
"Organic B-tier," The girl explained. "My grandfather died serving on Istrone, so the army compensated my family with it. I am Martha Weesso, by the way."
"I'm Jay," The skinny body replied while tightening his grasp on his shortsword. "Synthetic C-tier."
Luke whistled when he heard Martha, but his expression froze after Jay spoke. Khan studied the changes in his behavior and developed a theory about the differences among mana cores.
'Organic should be better,' Khan concluded in his mind. 'Does mine count as organic since it comes from a Nak?'
Khan had to focus on the real world when he saw his three companions looking in his direction.
"I'm Khan," Khan said while wearing a naïve smile. "I don't really know the quality of my mana core. I had the chance to obtain it, and I didn't refuse."
"It must be synthetic," Luke explained. "Organic cores are quite rare, and they have compatibility issues. Maybe you had luck and got your hands on a B-tier. It will be less of a pain to upgrade it."
Khan limited himself to nod and feign ignorance, and Luke soon lost interest in him. Instead, he gave voice to polite compliments directed at Martha, but she ignored them.
An awkward silence fell among the four in the group's lead, and Khan almost felt saved when they reached the trees. He preferred to fight than seeing Luke hitting on Martha.
Luke made a hand gesture that no one behind him understood. Even Khan and Jay ignored the meaning behind that, so they simply imitated him.
"The four of us ahead," Luke eventually decided to whisper. "You follow closely but slowly."
Everyone nodded, but a tall figure suddenly appeared among the trees. It resembled an azure shadow that was running at high speed toward the group.
"Shields!" Luke shouted before jumping to the side.
Khan and Jay did the same, but Martha tried to swing her hammer toward the creature. Still, the boar ignored her and crashed on the six in the backlines.
Advertisement
- In Serial125 Chapters
Fallout: Vault X
An original novel set in the Fallout universe, written to be accessible to all, featuring unique people and places. Vol.II. out now Fallout: Vault X tells the story of John. A vault dweller, who spent every day of his twenty five years underground. Like his father, and his father before him. Proud to live in the last remaining bastion of humanity, all that survived The Great War of the atomic age. Hidden deep below the surface of the earth, toiling under brutal conditions. Year after year, decade upon decade. All to expand into the natural cave system the Vault occupied, building for the future. However, John knew what his forefathers did not, that everything he’d been taught was a lie. After finishing school at the age of ten, John received his standard issue pipboy. An arm mounted personal computer, worn by everyone in the Vault. Used to coordinate the relentless pace of expansion, needed to work as an apprentice. To learn the craft that would be his life’s work. A noble calling to ensure a future for all that remained of the human race. A quirk of fate saw John equipped not with the crude, clunky, pipboy model his father wore. That almost everyone around him wore. His looked smaller, sleeker, finished in a jet black sheen. And capable of doing far more than its drab counterparts. The world above had been ravaged by atomic flames, yet life clung to its bones. The Red Valley fared better than most in the century since the bombs fell. The clean water and rich soil protected by rolling hills. All spared from direct strikes, for the most part. Life survived here. Trees spawned from charred ground, misshapen, green leaves turned red. Along with simple crops, grown wild at first, then cultivated by the survivors. The scavengers of the old world were inventive, hardy people. All determined to rebuild in the ruins of a world they never knew. In the decades that passed settlements emerged. They grew, spreading along the valley floor. Reclaiming the pre-war remnants of the once industrialised heartland. Salvaging the robotic wonders of a bygone age to build their walls and work their fields. To protect them in the dark of the wasteland. But such things are uncommon in this world, and the rarer something is, the greater its value. And the worth of pre-war technology had not gone unnoticed. The last, real, power in this world rested in the mechanised hands of The Brotherhood of Steel. Forged from the mortally wounded old world military. The Brotherhood used its access to the weapons made for a conflict no one won to strike out into the wastes. Men and women were equipped with advanced armour, aerial transportation, high grade weaponry. Accompanied by the training, strength, and will, to put them to use. They established chapters and set up outputs far and wide. All dedicated to a single purpose. To ensure the technology left abandoned by its long dead creators didn’t fall into the wrong hands. Namely, any hands that were not their own. This is the world John escaped into. A place of horrors brought forth from atomic fire. A place where survival meant battling against the darkness. Fighting a war each day to get to the next. And war...war never changes
8 130 - In Serial38 Chapters
Survival Sentiment: Duplicate Items
Adam awoke to a strange and magical world plagued by a dark fog. Adam begins this journey to unravel the mysteries of this world while trying to survive against the challenges he faces. But Adam found himself in possession of a miraculous ability, he could duplicate anything he could get his hands on. Adam realized he could have an endless supply of food, water, and even … magical abilities? ----- Author’s note: The story does not have much horror. The main focus for the first dozen or so chapters is mystery (figuring out what is going on in this world and other characters) and power fantasy (improving strength and learning about the power system). ---- https://www.patreon.com/user?u=63354527 any tip would be appreciated. ---- this story will also be on other sites, I have referenced this account in the description in the other sites.
8 242 - In Serial20 Chapters
Being Undead
The first battle of a young soldier's life plays out to be a costly defeat. As corpses lay scattered, feasted upon by the undead, the soldier awaits for his end, but one doesn't come to him. Due to the powers of the one they had initially set out to stop, the soldier returns to life with his faculties intact as a being on the border between life and death. Without any ties to the mortal realm, as far as he's concerned, his death only signals the start of his journey.
8 146 - In Serial10 Chapters
System Armageddon - A New Term
One author decides to become a dick. The others band together and decide not to play. Then the System Armageddon happens.
8 87 - In Serial45 Chapters
The Realm
In this world the good guy doesn't beat the villain, in fact there isn't even good or bad. In this world there are only two beings, the all-encompassing darkness and a spark of flame that keeps to itself. ________________________________________ Hello there! Now some warnings; I am new to this, I don't have much experience so I'm trying to get some by writing this. So I don't stress myself out this will be a relatively short story but I don't know. Also this is sort of the beginning of my world, if this works out and I decide to write more I would love to keep it in this world. My grammar isn't perfect, if anything it's one of the things i struggle with. I don't have a release schedule, but I usualllt release as soon as i'm done with a chapter. Also I would really appreciate it if you can point out my mistakes, I can't learn if i don't know what i'm doing wrong.
8 126 - In Serial45 Chapters
Who got the power?(English Version)-A Charles Leclerc Story
Victoria Vettel, 20,younger sister of the 4-time world champion,has a heavy weight on her shoulders,proving that women can race in Formula 1 without being discriminated against.Charles Leclerc,21 years old almost 22,the predestined.He has many goals and many dreams,many of which have come true.He wants to become the youngest driver in history to win a world championship dressed in redWhat will happen between the two?You will find out only by reading
8 112