He said speedrun, but.
"Why…"
Lying alone in the middle of the street with the hammer in his hands, the hero, Relafan, had almost given up.
"They're all too easy."
Littered around him like trash in a downtown garbage dump were heaps of bones. Vertebrae and femurs lined up together while the ribcages all made a comfy bed.
No matter how he thought of it.
"They're too weak."
When they were zombies they at least posed a challenge. Cleaving through meat was tough, and attacking people came with different things to worry about. From range to attacking strength, mass factored in all of it! He sure as hell wouldn't have been this comfortable sleeping on his victims if they were zombies.
"Boring… useless…"
He was free from Vincent, sure.
But the Hero was a hero too. He had learned more than enough to not be threatened by not one, but a hundred skeletons. It had barely taken him an hour to get rid of them all.
Just for the record, he had also had to fight a few of those good old wolves but that was a different matter.
He needed to do something.
He wanted to get stronger.
This wasn't without results, no. He did see some. He managed to kick a lot of ass for so many hours and his strength and constitution both went up by a jaw-dropping amount of…
One each…
"Hap!"
The hero sat up.
This wasn't going to do.
He had to do something. Thankfully, he knew what he could do. Though Vincent had been on his own tirade the whole time, going out and killing legendary monsters stronger than the demon king, like the leviathan when he wanted to eat fish and the legendary abyssal flame black dragon when he wanted to eat chicken.
The hero, though, actually did get to experience some of the hero stuff.
And one of those hero stuff included having the chance to party up with princesses who could fall for him and knights who could fall for him and adventurers who could fall for him.
His harem had a necromancer too.
And he knew some tricks from the necromancer. Though this 'Apocalypse Keeper,' as Vincent had called it, called mana Magical Power, it was still the same mana he was used to. In that case, even if he couldn't use magic on his own, things like necromancy or alchemy that required catalysts and circles could be possible.
It was all knowledge from a different world. But it seemed worth a try.
If he had no one to fight.
"I can just make a giant skeleton lord and then kill THAT!"
The hero smacked his head.
He was a fucking genius.
***
"Alright, I'll come with."
The black cat slowly climbed up the back of the girl with dark hair and slumped itself on her shoulders.
With the crowbar in hand, the girl gave the cat a side-eye.
"Really now, what made you so grand and helpful, cat?"
"Just feel like it. You couldn't have started the generator without me anyway."
"Admit I could have won the game."
The girl demanded and the cat sighed.
"You… you were still fighting Ludex…"
"Hmm…"
"You know what," the cat slowly slid off. "Immeow just go back."
The girl held the cat before it could leave.
"Alright, no need to do anythng. We'll go together."
The cat sighed once more and slumped itself on the girls shoulder.
The duo slowly moved out of the third floor of their apartment complex and were preparing to go down, when they peered out of the window.
And saw a blonde man being chased by an army of skeletons.