[System Notification]
Congratulations on reaching Level 10.
New Quest Available: Acquire Your Class.
Curious, he tapped the notification with a simple thought, and three distinct options appeared before him, each glowing with a different hue.
Swordsman (S-Rank) – A master of blades, specializing in precision, speed, and devastating sword techniques. Gains powerful offensive skills and enhanced physical abilities.
Assassin (S-Rank) – A shadow in the dark, excelling in stealth, agility, and critical strikes. Gains skills for silent kills, swift movements, and deadly ambushes.
Vanishing Knight (???) – Unknown origins. The details are hidden, shrouded in mystery. Skills and abilities will reveal themselves through growth and experience.
Charvet arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the third option. Unlike the other two, it had no clear description, only an air of mystery that tugged at his curiosity.
Beneath the class options, a brief explanation flashed:
[System Tip]
Every human who reaches Level 10 will be given class options based on their combat style, early leveling choices, stats, and skills acquired. While some may share similar options, each path remains unique, shaped by personal growth.
Charvet leaned back, sipping the last of his coffee, his mind racing. The Swordsman suited his current style, maximizing the potential of his sword techniques. The Assassin appealed to his MMO instincts, favoring speed and precision. But the Vanishing Knight… it called to something deeper.
"Unknown, huh?" Charvet murmured, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That's interesting."
Before he could decide, another message flashed unexpectedly.
[Incoming Message from the System Creator]
"To the one who has awakened their potential…
The apocalypse is not a random disaster. It is a trial, a necessary evolution to forge protectors worthy of defending Earth. The true cause lies beyond what you see. Seek strength, uncover the truth, and ascend—or be devoured by the darkness to come."
Charvet's eyes narrowed slightly, processing the cryptic words. Protectors? Ascend? It hinted at something far bigger than just survival.
Shaking off the lingering thoughts, he refocused on the class selection screen. The fate of humanity might be complicated, but for now, his next step was clear—choose his path and grow stronger.
He reached out, his finger hovering over the mysterious third option.
Charvet took a deep breath and made his decision.
Ding!
[System Notification]
You have chosen: Vanishing Knight (???).
Class Acquisition Quest Generated.
A new quest window appeared before him.
[Class Quest: Vanishing Knight]
Objective:
Kill 1000 Zombies (0/1000)
Kill 500 Mutant Animals (0/500)
Rewards:
Unlock Class Skills
Vanishing Knight Class Awakening
Charvet stared at the quest requirements, his brows furrowing. "A thousand zombies and five hundred mutated beasts?"
He let out a sharp breath, feeling a moment of disbelief. But after a second, he scoffed and ran a hand through his hair. "Seriously? That's insane… but I don't really have a choice, do I?"
But first, he needed rest. Even though his body had grown stronger, exhaustion was still a factor. He lay back on his couch, closing his eyes as the city outside remained a battlefield of death and survival.
After a few hours of deep sleep, Charvet woke up refreshed and ready. He grabbed his sword, adjusted his black armor, and stepped out into the streets once more.
The city was eerily quiet, but the lingering scent of death was everywhere.
A group of zombies shuffled through the street ahead, their decayed bodies twitching unnaturally. Some had fresh blood dripping from their mouths, remnants of their latest victims.
Charvet cracked his neck. "Time to get to work."
He charged forward, his sword slicing cleanly through the nearest zombie's neck. It collapsed instantly, the system confirming his kill.
[+50 EXP]
Another zombie lunged at him, but with a swift step, he dodged, slashing through its skull in one clean motion.
[+20 EXP]
As he continued his hunt, Charvet heard distant screams. Turning his head, he spotted a group of survivors trapped inside a small convenience store. A pack of mutant dogs with grotesque, bloated bodies and razor-sharp claws surrounded them, growling hungrily.
Without hesitation, Charvet dashed forward.
[System Alert: Mutant Dogs Detected – Level 5]
One of the creatures pounced at him, its jaws wide open. Charvet sidestepped at the last moment, bringing his sword down with brutal force. The blade split the creature in half, blood splattering the pavement.
The other dogs snarled and rushed at him together.
Charvet remained calm, weaving through their attacks with precise movements. His blade danced in his hands, cutting through the monsters one by one.
[+50 EXP]
[+50 EXP]
[+50 EXP]
The last dog tried to escape, but Charvet caught it with a downward slash, ending its life instantly.
With the monsters dead, the survivors inside hesitantly peeked through the broken windows. A woman, trembling, stepped forward.
The woman looked at Charvet with teary eyes, her voice trembling with relief. "Thank you… I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't shown up."
Charvet wiped his blade clean and gave a casual shrug. "It's dangerous to stay here. Find a safe place and avoid making noise."
The survivors nodded, still shaken but grateful.
As Charvet turned away, his quest tracker updated.
[Zombies Killed: 47/1000]
[Mutant Animals Killed: 9/500]
He exhaled, gripping his sword tighter. Still a long way to go.
With that, he continued his relentless hunt, cutting down the undead and mutated beasts that stood in his way.
For five days, Charvet followed a strict routine—eat, sleep, and hunt. His sword never had a chance to rest, constantly cutting through hordes of zombies and mutated beasts. The once lifeless streets were now littered with corpses, proof of his relentless slaughter.
With each battle, Charvet's movements grew sharper, and his instincts were honed to perfection. His Thunder Slash skill had reached level 5, allowing him to use it consecutively for up to five seconds. The cooldown was now 30 minutes, making each use more strategic. His power had clearly grown, and his strikes were faster, more fluid, and far more devastating than before.
In addition, his swordsmanship skill had advanced to Advanced Swordsmanship, further enhancing his precision and control with the blade. Every swing of his sword was more accurate and powerful, adding another layer of deadly efficiency to his combat style.
As he continued his relentless hunt, the spoils of battle piled up: 10 basic iron swords, 5 basic armors, 7 basic boots, 3 uncommon-grade swords, 1 common-grade armor, 2 uncommon boots, and 2 common pants.
Now, as he stood atop a pile of corpses, breathing heavily, the system notification finally arrived.
[Quest Completed: Vanishing Knight Class Acquisition]
Rewards: Class - Vanishing Knight
Unique Skill - Vanishing Step (Active Skill)
Instinct (Passive Skill)
Bonus Strenght +50, Dexterity +50, Bonus Skill Points +5,
"Damn, too OP."
Charvet exhaled, wiping the sweat from his brow
As soon as the notification faded, his entire body was enveloped in a dark mist. A powerful energy surged through him, wrapping around his muscles, reinforcing his bones, and sharpening his mind. He felt lighter, faster—his body more in tune with his movements.
He quickly opened his interface to check his new skills.
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[Vanishing Step - Level 1]
Effect: Instantly shift 3 meters in any direction, leaving behind an afterimage to confuse enemies. Cooldown: 15 seconds.
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[Instinct - Passive]
Effect: Enhances battle instincts, allowing the user to react to danger faster. Improves dodging, counterattacks, and awareness of surroundings. The skill grows stronger through experience and battle.
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A smirk formed on Charvet's lips.
He clenched his fists, feeling the difference in his body. The power of a true class-holder—it was something entirely different from simply leveling up.
As he stood there, another system notification appeared.
[Class Information: Vanishing Knight]
A deep, ancient voice echoed in his mind, telling the story of the Vanishing Knight.
"Long ago, in the Heaven Realm, the mightiest empire of humanity stood against an unending tide of demons. At the forefront of the battle was a single knight—unstoppable, unmatched, a killing machine. With every step, he vanished, and with every reappearance, another enemy fell. He was not only fast but devastatingly strong. No demon could touch him, no enemy could stop him. He became a legend, a force of nature, the last hope of mankind. And now… his path is yours to follow."
The story sent a shiver down Charvet's spine. This was no ordinary class—it carried a legacy, a legend of battle and destruction.
At that moment, a Nation Announcement echoed across the country.
[SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT]
Player Stormbringer has acquired a class!
He is the first player in the Country to achieve this monumental feat.
Rewards:
Obtained New Title Pursuer of strentht (Str +20, Dex +20)
10 God Coins
Attention all players:
Due to Stormbringer's achievement, the Guild Creation System has now been activated. To create a guild, players must now obtain a Guild Creation Stone.
Important:
The Guild Creation Stone will be a guaranteed drop from Level 20 Boss Monsters or higher.Boss Monsters have become significantly stronger. They now lead mutated zombie and animal camps, making them even more dangerous and difficult to defeat.Be prepared, as the apocalypse advances, and the stakes rise higher.
Survival will be harder. Only those with strength and determination will be able to rise above the rest.
Proceed with caution, and good luck.
Once again, his name spread across the country. Across the Country, players and survivors alike froze, their eyes widening in shock.
"Stormbringer again?!"
"How is he so fast? We're still struggling to reach level 10, and he already got a class?!"
Inside the survivor camp warehouse, Mailen, Zara, and Carlos heard the announcement.
Carlos clenched his fists. "Of course, it's him again… that guy is something else."
Mailen nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. "We need to catch up… If we want to survive in this world, we can't afford to fall behind."
Meanwhile, Charvet opened his status window.
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[Player Status]
Titles: First Hunter, First Ranker, Pursuer of strenth
Name: Stormbringer
Level: 17
HP: 150/150
MP: 300/300
(STR): 98
(DEX): 101
(INT): 25
(END): 26
Additional Stats: +5% Exp, +5% Drop rate
Skills: Advance Swordsmanship (Passive): Can be upgraded by practice, Thunder Slash level 5, Vanishing Step (Active Skill) Instinct (Passive Skill)
Stat Points: 11
Equipment: DragonSlayer Earrings (Legend), Black Sword (uncommon), Black Armor (Common), Pants (uncommon), Boots (uncommon)
Even after five days of relentless hunting, he had only leveled up six times, reaching level 17. The higher his level, the harder it became to progress.
Charvet frowned slightly. "At this rate, I'd need to kill at least 5,000 more level 1 zombies just to level up once."
But he quickly calmed down, his mind working through the situation. "The stronger the enemy, the more experience I get. If I want to level up faster, I need to start hunting higher-level monsters."
As he contemplated his next move, Charvet remembered he still had 11 stat points to allocate. Should he put it all on Dexterity again, or focus on Strength? After much thought, he decided to distribute them differently—5 points to Intelligence and 5 points to Endurance. This raised his HP to 400/400 and his MP to 300/300, giving him a better balance for the challenges ahead.
He glanced at the setting sun, his eyes calm and unreadable.
"Time to see just how far I can go."
[Player Status]
Titles: First Hunter, First Ranker, Pursuer of strenth
Name: Stormbringer
Level: 17
HP: 400/400
MP: 300/300
(STR): 98
(DEX): 101
(INT): 25
(END): 26
Additional Stats: +5% Exp, +5% Drop rate
Skills: Advance Swordsmanship (Passive): Can be upgraded by practice, Thunder Slash level 5, Vanishing Step (Active Skill) Instinct (Passive Skill)
Stat Points: 0
Equipment: DragonSlayer Earrings (Legend), Black Sword (uncommon), Black Armor (Common), Pants (uncommon), Boots (uncommon)