[Welcome to Server E-0001]

A strange game-like notification is floating in front of my face. I thought I was hallucinating at first but it disappeared when I was finished reading it. I'm wearing brown pants and a white shirt. How I was dressed out of my jumpsuit into this is beyond me.

I decide to go to the church beside the roman platform first. There is a giant wooden door and its barred up. The streets are deserted and I don't see any cars. The road is composed of cobblestone, no cement.

I decided to knock on the door. There wasn't a response. I knocked again, harder. There still wasn't a response.

The door loomed above me like an impenetrable fortress. A fortress with barred up windows. I circled around it a few times but all of the windows were boarded up. I looked up to the sky and there was a small awning.

I shoved my fingers into a stone blocks and climbed. I feel my body moving up with an unbelievable strength. I am no demi-human but I feel as strong as five years ago, as a normal healthy man. As strong as when I hadn't started using.

I reached for the awning and poked my head through it. There were at least, more than 20 people huddled around in there. A priest looks up at the sky and his face is filled with disbelief and anger. His eyes are screaming at me to not come inside.

Well, fine man of god, I have no intention of staying out in a battlefield. I climb in and estimate that I can jump with ease.

I bend my knees mid-air and avoid using my heels. As soon as my legs hit the ground I go into a crouch. Parkour.

All of the refugees are staring at me. Most of them are thinking of me as another mouth to feed. I don't think I'll be accepted here anytime soon. I don't care. Seeking acceptance lead me to becoming a deranged junkie.

The priest is fast approaching me, "What are you doing here, young man? You have no business here!"

Should I tell him about Earth? How I was bleeding out in a prison kitchen a few hours ago. Then, a white floating cloud descended down and here I am. How do I even broach such a subject?

"I was scared. I don't want to stay outside. Just take me in, please!" I plead with him. I look around at the other people in the church. They avert their gazes.

The priest considers it for a long seconds. "On one condition, if the horde breaks in here, the men have to stay behind and fight!"

"Will you fight alongside us?" I ask him.

"I will!" He speaks with a fierce determination in his eyes.

I nod my head to indicate that I approve. I don't. I am not dying here for some people I've never even met. Where's the logic in that?

The priest hands me a short-sword. It is well-made, not that I would know the difference. "Do you know how to use a sword?"

I try to convey my ineptitude by shrugging. He sighs and hands it to me anyways. "Stab them with the pointy end."

I nod and he leads me to a little corner off to the side. People stare at me with blatant anger. I just sit down.

The priest disappears into a chamber off to the side and returns with a wooden board. It was part of some table.

He climbs up and hammers it in. He closes up all of the awnings. He doesn't want any other person to get in here.

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Outside

The fireball crashed into the crumbling barrier covering the city. It didn't fall down into the city. Instead, it spread along the remaining patches of the barrier and burned them up as well.

The horde cheered and started rushing down at the city like a massive wave. The soldiers on the city walls despaired at the massive horde approaching them. Their morale was at an all time low.

The undead crashed into the city gate and started hacking away at it. Rows of undead crashed into each other on top of one another until a massive heap had been formed. The last row climbed up each other and mounted the city wall.

"Why can't we burn them!?"

They'd thrown down vats of black liquid and expected the horde to catch on fire. Instead, the fire would spark up a little bit and then die down.

The City Commander looked at the first skirmishes between the invaders and his men on the wall. He closed his eyes. He had to fight as well. "Hail King Huan!"

[Beserker's Fury]

He jumped off his platform and started ramming through the invaders. Each slash cut cleaved apart a person. Every time he stabbed or swung his sword, a body would fall down and his blood-lust would increase.

The veins in his eyes were swollen and bursting with blood. His eyeballs were on the verge of popping out. He fought with bravery and a severe disregard for any wounds. It suited his fighting technique and class.

He'd been elected commander six months ago when his father had passed away. This horde was not something a boy should be facing but duty is duty.

The gate was breached and he jumped down from his porch to deal with them. All he could think of was to kill, kill, kill!

Twin arrows lodged into his eyes and he paused. Another one pierced his throat. Then three carved through his liver. Another two hit his bladder. He collapsed on the ground and was crushed into a meat paste by the stampede. His funeral would be proceed in an empty casket.

Gane, Hellion's ghoul deputy raised his bow and screeched at the undead. There was a cheer through the army and the defenders abandoned their posts. The city was theirs for the taking.

Hellion observed the scene with his [Sense Battlefield]. The tide had turned and his horde would win.

He didn't get out of his chair or jump out of it. He leaned his head back and a silver dagger passed by his eyes right where his head would've been.

He turned his head and there was nothing there. He got out of his chair and a blazing inferno scorched the ground around him. His bald head and socket-less eyes stared at the space around him.

Another row of daggers were launched at him and he dodged them with minimal movement. Somebody was trying to assassinate him. This would be interesting. He grinned.