Before he spent his 4 points he decided to check out what he has to do in his next mission.

Do to your great performance last mission you are given a rank up mission World setting You will be sent to a Rank 1 world. Your mission is to survive till the end of the war. The greatest war in the history of the world has begun between the 2 ruling kingdoms to dominate the continent.

Each side has thousands of soldiers forced to fight for their kingdom.

The war has already progressed beyond the point of stopping as even the commoners where drafting into participating. You will be given the identity of a Blacksmith that is forced to be part of the war.

Do to your superior might you are the leading figure in your village in these harsh times. You can choose between these starting weapons: Axe, Hammer, Knife, Flail, Pitchfork, Scythe, Shears, Sickle, Shovel.

Zed could only imagine the difficulty of this mission as wars could go on for years and decades.

'This will most likely be a war before the discovery of gunpowder.' After he finished his last mission he got the skill Realm storage.

Realm Storage You can store anything that isn't a living organism in a 1 square meter space. In this space, such things as time don't exist. Space will increase as you do missions

He had already filled it with many useful things that would give him an advantage.

Especially in a setting were technology wasn't that advanced.

Yet it will also limit him in there use as he could be criticized of witchcraft and things of that nature by bringing out something beyond there comprehension.

So with that done all he had to do was spend his 4 points.

He considered what would be the most valuable stat in a setting of a medieval war and came to the conclusion of endurance.

Since there are so many people fighting even the strongest of men would get overwhelmed and exhausted just by the sheer number of them.

Of course others things could help him a lot too, but compared to the advantage of high endurance they didn't amount to much if you consider his survivability as the number 1 priority.

Only Vitality came quite close to it as well.

So Zed decided to upgrade his Endurance up by 3 points as well as his vitality by 1.

Health 100/100 Stamina 120/120 Mana 50/50 Strength 8 Constitution 7 Agility 6 Sense 6 Vitality 10 Endurance 12 Intellect 11 Spirit 5 Charisma 6 Luck 7

With that done he chose his starting weapon to be the scythe as he thought that would give him the best compatibility with his blade mastery.

As he pressed yes the familiar darkness covered his vision again just to be followed by a blinding light that abstracted his ability to intake his surroundings.

His eyes adjusted to the new environment, finding himself to be lying down on the ground

The grass he was lying on was a bit wet with the morning dew making the ragged close wet and stick to his body.

He was confident in his vitality for this to not cause any problems for him.

He could feel the fresh air enter his lungs as if it didn't contain any impurities in it.

As he sat up he could see men dressed what he would call rags with a variety of farm tools next to them most likely intended to be used as weapons.

A hand reached out to him with a friendly "Come join us for breakfast Zed."

Grasping that hand he answered with a simple "Sure." Zed knew this man's name was Clark and he was a childhood friend of his. They even both worked at the same forge.

He could adapt to all of this quickly as he had prior knowledge of all of this he even knew where he needs to go.

Zed gave a quick glance to the scythe that had lied next to him as he picked it up.

Finding the only noteworthy thing about it being how well it had been sharpened.

Their breakfast was a simple one with some stale bread and veggies.

The meal was finished quickly as they set off.

As they marched to their destination he went through his newfound memories.

His backstory was that of a blacksmith that lived in a medium-sized village.

As the village blacksmith, he mostly had to work with farm tools and kitchenware.

Being physically the most capable one in his village he was chosen to represent their village as they were drafted into the war.

When the soldiers of the kingdom passed by there village they ordered for 50 men to serve their kingdom drafting them into the army.

Their destination was right next to the border of their kingdom.

Both nations were having skirmishes all over the kingdom's borders currently and the men of his village were forced into joining it as well.

The journey from the village took about 2 days and everyone had to provide there own food and weapons.

Lucky this year the village had a good harvest so they had an enough.

As they traveled he could observe how the other villagers around him reacted to this as he stuck out like a sore thumb among them.

Most were sorrowful and afraid as they left their families behind and were about to face death.

They probably knew that most of them will die as war is a cruel place where the weak perish like weeds and only few will be cultivated into true soldiers.

In the end, they were just an expendable resources to its kingdom.

After many hours of walking, they reached their destination a hastily build camp near the border of their kingdom.

He could see other villagers like them here as they had set up a camp near the tents and caravans.

As the elected leader, he had to report about his arrival to the leading figure.

He appeared to be busy as he looked at the map in front of him.

Even in the camp, this middle age man was wearing his chainmail.

and gave Zed only the basic instructions, but it was enough for him.

They joined others villagers near their setup base as they rested and ate the food that was provided to them here.

Time quickly passed as Zed tried to instruct his squad on some basic formations and strategy he knew of.

Early in the morning they were woken up and instructed to follow their commander to the front lines.

They didn't travel for long as they were led by a couple of men on horses followed by men that wore leather armor and had proper weapons.

We naturally stood in a rough formation as the leader in chainmail gave his speech in the front to rouse up the man.

"Men! The Scum of Kron Kingdom are in front of us, Will we let them take our land? Take our wifes and daughters? Or Will you fight and Stop them!

The speech seemed to do wonders as the man got all riled up and were ready to battle the enemy kingdom.

After all, humans were emotional creatures and got affected by emotions of others around them.

As they charged Zed could see a structure in the distance.

It was a crude wooden wall that was around 2 meters in height.

He could even see the rooftops of the building behind it.

Arrows started to be shot from the little towers that were built next to the crude walls.

Men fell around zed as arrows pierced them and even if they didn't die from the arrow their bodies were trampled by the charging men.

The stench of battle was starting to rise in the air as the metallic aroma of blood and human excrement mixed together to create that unique smell associated with death.

Two men wearing leather armor had a ram in there hands as they rammed there gate as it sent wooden chips in the air.

Each knock on the gate sent more wooden chips around as cracks spread.

It didn't take long for the gate to break and the men to rush in.

It was time for Zeds first true battle to begin!