The chilling winds swept through the ruined city streets, carrying with them the scent of decay and death. Fóntas Nemes stood amidst the devastation, her mind still reeling from the events that had unfolded. The system notification that had appeared earlier had been unsettling, but now it was the least of her worries. The objective was clear: KILL THE GODS. The very notion was overwhelming, but it also fueled the fire of her rage. She had already sworn to make them pay for what they had done for Evan, for the world, and for herself.
Father Mwange's voice broke through her thoughts. "Fóntas, you need to check your system . You should be able to see your level, your stats everything you need to survive."
His words jogged her memory. The system, the notification… there had been more, hadn't there? She hadn't taken the time to fully explore it, too overwhelmed by the weight of her loss. But now, she knew she couldn't afford to ignore it.
"Alright," she muttered, closing her eyes and focusing on the system once more. The strange, glowing window materialized before her, and this time, she took in every detail.
[SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
Name: Fóntas Nemes
Species: Human
Level: 1
Class: UNKNOWN
HP :100/100
Stamina:50/50
Stats:
- Strength:8
- Intelligence:5
- Speed: 15
- Perception:10
Skills:
- Divine Sight (Rare): Allows the user to see the basic information and weaknesses of monsters and people. The effectiveness decreases as the target's level surpasses the user's level.
XP:15/100
Valhalla Points: 0
Objective: KILL THE GODS
Fóntas's eyes narrowed as she examined the information. The stats seemed low, but then again, she was only at level one. There was a skill "Divine Sight" . The name resonated with her, and she couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the class she had yet to understand.. But what caught her attention the most was the word "UNKNOWN" next to her class. She had expected something like warrior or archer something straightforward. But UNKNOWN? What did that even mean?
"What do you see?" Mwange asked, his voice cutting through her thoughts. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he tried to peer at the invisible screen.Fóntas quickly moved to block his view, her heart racing. "It says I'm a warrior," she lied, the words slipping out before she could stop them. She didn't know why she felt the need to hide the truth, but something deep inside her warned that revealing too much could be dangerous.
Mwange nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer. "Good, Warriors are strong and versatile. You'll need those skills if we're going to survive out here." He didn't press further, but Fóntas could tell that he was still watching her closely, analyzing her every move.She swallowed, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "So… this system, it gives you levels? Stats? Like a game?"
"Exactly" Mwange replied, his tone grim.
"Except this isn't a game. This is life or death. The system activated after the apocalypse began, and it's the only way we can fight back against the monsters out there. The more zombies you kill, the more XP you earn. Leveling up gives you stat points to increase your strength, speed, endurance everything you need to survive. There's also equipment to find, skills to learn, and other enhancements. It's brutal, but it's the only way to stand a chance." Fóntas nodded slowly, her mind still reeling.
It was insane her whole situation was beyond anything she could have imagined. And yet, as she stood there, staring at the system window, she felt a strange sense of clarity. This was her new reality. The gods had abandoned them, unleashed this hell on earth, and left humanity to fend for itself. If this system was a tool to help her fight back, then so be it.
She would use it to its fullest.But what was her class? Why had it shown up as UNKNOWN?She focused on the word, willing the system to reveal more information. To her surprise, the text began to shift and change, the letters rearranging themselves before her eyes:
Class: DIVINE EXECUTIONER
Fóntas's breath caught in her throat. Divine Executioner? What did that mean? She had never heard of such a class before. It sounded… ominous, powerful, but also dangerous. She could feel a cold shiver run down her spine as she read the words. This was no ordinary class. It was something different, something that set her apart from the others.
Father Mwange watched her closely, his expression unreadable. "It'll take some time to get used to,"he said, "but the system is the only thing keeping us alive. You'll level up as you gain experience, and that means taking down zombies. We need to find a safe place to rest and gather our strength, but there's no avoiding the fight. Are you ready?"
Fóntas didn't hesitate. "I'm ready," she replied, though a part of her was still uncertain. She had made a promise to herself, and now, the system was giving her the means to fulfill it. But would it be enough? I mean she couldn't even understand her own Job Classification.
They moved cautiously through the city, the eerie silence only occasionally broken by the distant groans of the undead. Fóntas gripped her weapon tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. The first group of zombies they encountered was small group of three of them, shuffling aimlessly through the debris.
"Stay behind me," Mwange instructed, stepping forward to engage them. His movements were swift and efficient, each strike precise and deadly. It was clear he had done this before, and his experience showed. But as the last zombie fell, Fóntas felt a surge of frustration. She needed to do this herself. She needed to prove that she could handle it, that she could survive in this nightmarish world.
"Let me take the next ones," she said, her voice firm.
Mwange glanced at her, then nodded. "Alright. But don't get cocky. These things may be slow, but they're dangerous in numbers. If you get overwhelmed, use your skill."
They pressed on, and soon enough, another group of zombies came into view. This time, there were five of them, and they were more spread out, their movements slightly more coordinated. Fóntas's grip tightened on her weapon as she prepared to strike.
The fight didn't go as smoothly as she had hoped. The zombies were relentless, their decayed bodies unnervingly strong. She managed to take down one, but the others closed in quickly. Her strikes were becoming less precise, her stamina draining faster than she anticipated.
"Focus, Fóntas!"Mwange called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. But it was too late one of the zombies lunged at her, its rotting hands grabbing onto her arm. She struggled to break free, panic rising in her chest as she realized she was about to be overwhelmed.
Without thinking, she activated "Divine Sight". The world around her seemed to slow down as information flooded her vision. The zombie's weaknesses were highlighted in faint, glowing marks, showing her where to strike. But even with this knowledge, she couldn't shake the overwhelming fear. Her strikes were desperate, wild, and she felt her strength fading.
Just as she thought she was about to be overrun, Mwange was there, cutting through the zombies with deadly precision. He pulled her back to her feet, his expression stern. "You're not ready for this yet," he said, his tone sharp. "You can't let fear control you. We'll find a safer spot and regroup."
Fóntas's heart sank, the taste of failure bitter on her tongue. She hated feeling weak, but she knew Mwange was right. She wasn't ready yet. As they retreated, she cast one last glance at the fallen zombies, their lifeless bodies a stark reminder of how close she had come to death.
They found temporary shelter in the remnants of an old storefront, the shattered windows providing a limited view of the streets outside. Mwange had insisted on keeping watch, while Fóntas rested. But rest was the last thing on her mind. The memory of her near-death experience was still fresh, and the fear had yet to fully subside.
But fear wasn't the only emotion bubbling to the surface. There was also anger , anger at the gods for abandoning them, at the world for falling apart, and at herself for being weak. She couldn't allow herself to be a liability. She had to get stronger, no matter what.
After what felt like an eternity, Mwange left to scout the area, leaving her alone with her thoughts. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional distant groan of a zombie. Fóntas knew she couldn't stay here forever. She had to keep moving, had to keep fighting.
Her hands tightened into fists. "I won't let them beat me," she muttered under her breath. "I'll kill every last one of them if I have to."
She stood, ignoring the aches and sores in her body, and stepped back out into the desolate street . The air was thick with tension, and she could feel the presence of the undead lurking just out of sight. She couldn't afford to be careless, but she also couldn't let fear paralyze her.
Not long after, she encountered another small group of zombies this time, there were ten of them. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she steeled herself, gripping her weapon tightly. She could do this. She had to.
The fight was brutal. Every swing of her weapon felt like it took all the strength she had left. The zombies were relentless, their decayed bodies refusing to go down easily. But Fóntas didn't give up. She fought with everything she had, her resolve hardening with each strike. She could feel the weight of her class pressing on her mind, but she pushed it aside. There was no time to worry about that now.
As the last zombie fell, Fóntas collapsed to her knees, panting heavily. Her body was battered and bruised, her clothes stained with blood some of it her own, some of it not. But she was alive. She had survived.
She looked around at the carnage she had wrought, the slain bodies piled under her as she sat on them like a throne made from the bones of her enemies . She had done it. She had fought back, and she had won.
Mwange returned not long after, his eyes widening at the sight before him. "Well, I'll be damned," he muttered, a hint of admiration in his voice. "You really are something else, Fóntas."
Fóntas looked up at him, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. She sat on top of the pile of bodies . "I told you I wouldn't let them beat me," she replied, her voice hoarse but filled with determination.
Mwange gave a nod of approval, but his eyes held a hint of concern. "You've got potential, but you need to be careful. Pushing yourself too hard could get you killed."
Fóntas didn't respond. She knew he was right, but the thrill of victory still coursed through her veins. She had struggled, yes, but she had come out on top. And that was what mattered.
As she caught her breath, another notification flashed in her mind:
[SYSTEM UPDATE]
[Congratulations! You've slain 25 zombies for the first time!]
XP Gained: 2000
Level Up!
New Level: 15
Stat Points Available: 30
Ding!
New Skills Available: 2