Tomoki and Kimir sprinted through the dense forest, branches whipping at their faces as they navigated the treacherous terrain. The sound of gunfire and shouts faded behind them, but the fear kept them moving. Even with that aura against them, it was a killing aura they were facing.
"Keep going, Tomoki! Don't look back!" Kimir yelled, his voice strained from exertion.
Tomoki's lungs burned with every breath, his chest heaving as he fought for air, but he couldn't stop now. His legs felt like they were made of lead, every step a battle against the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him. But he forced himself to keep running, pushing through the pain and the fatigue. The memory of the man's maniacal laughter echoed in his mind, a chilling sound that sent shivers down his spine. The sight of the dead captives, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the void, was seared into his memory, a horrific image that fueled his determination.
He could still feel the weight of their loss, the helplessness he'd felt as he watched them fall, unable to do anything to save them. The man's twisted grin had mocked him, a reminder of his failure. But Tomoki wasn't going to let their deaths be in vain. He had to keep going, had to survive if only to make sure that justice was done
Around him, his men stood at attention, their weapons ready, their eyes locked on him as they awaited his next move. The tension in the air was palpable, a quiet that felt like the calm before a storm. They were veteran of this death game, but even they couldn't help but feel a shiver of apprehension in his presence.
Back at the camp, the man with the devilish grin lowered his gun, still chuckling. His men stood ready, waiting for orders. One of them, a burly figure in dark combat gear, stepped forward. "Sir, should we pursue them?".
The man waved his hand dismissively. "No need. Let them run. We've already shown them our strength." He smiled wickedly. "They'll come to us eventually. Fear will drive them back into our hands."
In the darkness of the forest, the sound of their frantic footsteps echoed as Tomoki and Kimir ran like their lives depended on it—because they did. They were fleeing from a demon, a man who had brutally killed two hostages right before their eyes. "KEEP RUNNING, KID!"
Kimir shouted, his voice was filled with fear. Though Kimir tried to appear strong, Tomoki could see the fear in his eyes. The horror of witnessing such cold-blooded murder had shaken them both to the core. The darkness around them was both their greatest ally and their worst enemy. They had no idea if the enemy was still chasing them, and Tomoki couldn't help but wonder if this was the true nature of people in this twisted world.
After what felt like an eternity, they stumbled upon a cave near a river, still 23 kilometers from their home territory. Exhausted, Tomoki finally summoned the courage to ask, "Why was he so terrifying?"
Kimir, catching his breath, replied, "He was a Gen 1... Anyone who kills 100 players and survives through the next 15 generations gains a power." Tomoki was stunned, realizing the grim reality of this world—he would need to kill 100 people just to gain a power-up. "How do I check my kills?" he asked.
Kimir handed him a water bottle, his expression serious. "First, drink this," he said.
Tomoki, caught and exhausted, gratefully accepted the bottle. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was after running for so long. As he drank, Kimir explained, "Focus on the corner of your eye. There should be a button—focus on it."
Rank- Private (Pvt)
Days Survived- 1 day
Kills- 0
Class- Unknow (not enough level)
Team- N/A
Weapon Skills- F
Level- 0
Kimir asked with a mocking tone, "Trust me, your class is probably 'runner,' not gonna lie." Instead of laughing, Tomoki looked confused. "What do you mean, 'class'?" he asked, clearly puzzled.". Hey, Rookie, what's going on? What's your class?" Kimir questioned, noticing Tomoki's confusion.
Tomoki, still uncertain, reopened the stats window to double-check. He stared at the screen in disbelief. "My class is... Unknown.". Kimir's eyes widened in shock. He had never heard of anyone having an unknown class. "WHAT? That's fking impossible!" he exclaimed, struggling to comprehend what he was hearing.
"No, it's true," Tomoki insisted. "It says my level isn't high enough to determine my class."
Kimir glared at him, his expression shifting from disbelief to confusion. "That's weird for sure," he muttered, clearly unsettled by this unexpected revelation.
As the tension settled into the cave, Tomoki and Kimir sat on the cold, damp ground, the only sounds being the distant trickle of water from the river outside and their own labored breathing. The dim light barely revealed their faces, making the cave feel even more claustrophobic.
Kimir, still processing the shock of Tomoki's unknown class, broke the silence. "So... what the hell do you think it means? An unknown class? I've never heard of anything like that, not even in rumors."
Tomoki shook his head, still staring at the stat screen that floated in front of his eyes. "I don't know. Maybe it's a glitch or something? This whole place feels like some twisted video game, but why would it screw up like that?"
Kimir rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of it. "This isn't just a game, Tomoki. People die here for real". With a silence he speaks again."If you're glitched... that could be either a blessing or a curse. You might have something powerful hidden, or you might be totally screwed."
Tomoki's thoughts raced as he tried to absorb everything that had happened since he was thrown into this nightmare. The images of the dead captives flashed in his mind, and he shuddered. "I just want to survive," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kimir looked at him, a hint of empathy in his usually hardened eyes. "Yeah, I get that. We all do. But here's the thing—if your class is really unknown, it means you're different. And in a place like this, being different can either make you a target or give you an edge. You've got to figure out which one it is, and fast."