The Rise Of A Porter

Somewhere around the northern border of Zone 4...

The night had swallowed the sky and brought a cloak of despair-black with it. The stars appeared, beautiful and scattered. Their shining brilliance was like mockery to the man walking through the seemingly endless wastelands. With defeat is the last taste on his palate. Nothing was appetizing enough in the wastelands that could remove that taste of defeat from his mouth.

Nor was there nothing mouth-watering as there was no water to drink either. Despite all that, his unkempt hair and beard were soaked with a liquid. It wasn't water, but the blood of the dead goblin he had just feasted upon.

His torn military uniform reminded him of his past life. A life in which he had everything. Power, influence, followers... everything! But then that man came and took everything from him. He was a Brigadier General, happily living his life but now he had been reduced to a nomad who had to survive eating monster flesh and quenches his thirst by drinking their filthy blood. There were only two things in his mind, one was survival and the other was revenge, it was the fuel that kept him going ahead. Revenge is what he lived for and revenge was what he craved the most.

The man looked up at the stars. They were a condescending reminder that for him there was no hope, no succour to be found. His sanity had been long lost, yet his mind was functioning better than ever. Web even though he was practically naked in the wastelands, for some reason, he was protected from the 'radiation', maybe it that woman's doing as well? The same woman who gave him the power to survive in the wasteland, the woman who gave him the opportunity to seek revenge.

He could almost hear what the twinkling stars were saying behind his back, "You are alone, abandoned and doomed."

He knew the man who was the owner of that voice. He knew that man was the reason for his misery. He knew he wouldn't get peace until he drank that man's fresh blood! But he needed to wait. He knew the difference between his power and his enemy's. If he wanted to defeat that man, then he needed to get stronger. This was the reason why he had been strengthening himself by forcing to live through the wastelands in his own with only a bone mace in his hands.

"Arnold Ling... I'm your doom and your misery..." Reaper, the former Brigadier General of Alpha base, roared.

'Stop shouting, you barbarian and get to work.' Voice of his 'Goddess' echoed in Reaper's mind, 'Remember, the more you kill, the more powerful you'll get. So stop wasting your time and start killing! If I'm pleased with your performance, then I might please you as well, my loyal servant.'

'With pleasure, my Goddess.' Reaper thought and headed inside the cave which was occupied by over fifty nomadic humans, with his bone mace on his shoulder.

Five minutes later, the cave was filled with screams of helpless men, women and children. A few tried to escape from there, but as soon as they stepped out of the cave, a swarm of over 200 undead monsters captured them and threw them back inside the cave and closed off the entrance. Nothing was permitted to leave the place until and unless their master wished for it.

A new necromancer had entered the fray.

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Back inside the Avalon...

Arnold was intently looking at the giant egg that now towered over him, "Man, this egg is sure growing bigger and bigger. Let's check whether it's only getting bigger or is it getting stronger as well!"

He used his probe skill on egg and the following information popped up in front of him.

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CLASS: Monster egg

NAME: Unknown

LEVEL: 80

RANK: A

ROLE: Unknown

AFFINITY/ABILITIES :

• Dragon Bite (Active skill)

• Armament (Active skill)

• Armour Manipulation (Active skill)

• Hardening (Active skill)

• Fury Stomp (Active skill)

• Hellfire (Active skill)

HP: 6000/6000

MANA: 5000/5000

STRENGTH (STR) : 98

DEFENSE (DEF) : 91

STAMINA (STA) : 81

INTELLIGENCE (INT) : 50

AGILITY (AGI) : 77

ACCURACY (ACC) : 65

EVADE (EVD) : 58

CHARISMA (CHA) : 55

Damage Resistances: Ice

Condition Immunities: Exhaustion, Frightened, frozen, Fire, Blunt attacks.

Weak Against: Piercing attacks.

THREAT LEVEL: Non Existent... for now.

REMARK: Don't let these stats fool you. The creature inside the egg might not seem to be very strong right now, but once it bursts out of its confinement nothing apart from you would be able to control it. For you are it's Master and the only one it'll recognise is you. Also, there would be a drastic change in its stats as soon as it breaks through the shell. It would be your loyal servant or your greatest ally on the battlefield, so be a responsible parent and make grow strong. But looking at your laid-back demeanour, I wouldn't be surprised in the least if you mess it all up and miss out on obtaining the ultimate beast as your ally. To show how confident I am about you messing it all up, if you manage to pull it off correctly, I'd stop roasting you right there and then.

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"How much I'll miss this feeling of getting roasted by the one and only System-sama." Arnold smirked and closed the interface, "But the system is right, I need to make the creature within this egg stronger and for that, I need to feed it the blood of stronger monster's."

He sat down beside the egg white thinking what to do next. Right now the creature within the egg was ranked at A, but according to the system, its not the real rank and the actual rank would be revealed once the creature breaks through the egg.

'The rank would increase but how much would it increase? Also, considering the time flow in the domain, I only have a month to make it stronger...'

He got lost in his thoughts. He needed to make the monster stronger in a short span of time, and the only solution to the problem was-

"Feeding it the blood of my elite summons," He then got up and out a small surgical knife from his inventory, "Or I could feed it my blood instead."

But there was one issue. The creature wasn't hungry anymore. Even if Arnold tried to feed it now, the creature won't absorb the blood and his 'precious' blood would go to waste. So he put the knife back in his inventory, and sneaked out of the vault, locking the door behind him. He then opened a portal and went back to his room in the workshop. He wanted to check on his automatons once again but he was too tired to do anything and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.