Zombie Slayer!

[0 seconds!

Generating G-rank enemy!]

A few meters away from him, a zombie begins to materialize.

Luka focuses his mana on the magic circle that he already had summoned and prepares his spell:

"Ice-Make: Shooting Nail!"

The ice nail shoots towards the unsuspecting zombie, grazing his ear and continuing towards the wall of the Arena.

"Darn, my aim still needs a lot of work." Luka slumps his shoulders, it's the third time he's missed that first shot and is irritating him. "I need to blow off some steam."

A purely evil smile dawns on the boy's face as he looks at the zombie that is roaring frantically.

"Oh? Will you volunteer?" Luka hoists his bat over one shoulder. "That's very nice of you Mr. Zombie."

The reanimated corpse begins to run towards him at full speed, Luka stands where he is and watches the zombie approach with anticipation and excitement. Just as the zombie is in front of him, the mage ducks to avoid the zombie's outstretched hands and jumps to the side as he lowers his bat to the back of the zombie's right knee.

The bone gives way under the force of the blow and breaks with a loud crack.

The zombie falls to the ground and rolls a few times before staying still for a moment. Terrifying growls sound from the throat of the reanimated corpse and Luka hesitates for a moment.

"I really hate zombies, but the fear will disappear eventually. I just haven't killed enough of them for that yet." The mage shakes his head and watches as the zombie crawls towards him.

"Your tenacity would be admirable if you had some kind of sentience. But you don't, your instincts drive you to devour meat at all costs, you don't care about anything else, or rather you can't care about anything else. You don't think, you don't feel, it's almost... pitiful." Luka raises a hand and his magic circle appears before him.

"Ice-Make: Shooting Nail!"

The ice nail hit the zombie in the left shoulder.

Luka clicks his tongue and casts the same spell again.

"Ice-Make: Shooting Nail!"

This time the ice nail hits straight into the skull.

"Another zombie down, and this time I was far enough not to get splattered with his brains!"

[Congratulations! You have won the duel!

+1 SystemPoint!

Teleporting out of [Battle Arena] in 30 seconds!]

Luka fiddles with the bat while he waits for the system to teleport him back to the real world.

`That's the fourth zombie I've killed today,` He muses absently. `But my aim is not improving at the rate I expected, it's better than a week ago but I still don't always hit the zombies in the head in the first shot. I need to train more, but not today. I'm pretty tired and still have errands to run in the real world.`

The world distorted around them and Luka was back in the same abandoned building where he was when he entered the [Battle Arena].

"Lets see how many SP I have." Luka knows exactly how many System Points he has, but seeing the number that little by little is increasing lifts his spirits. "[Store]"

[Store:

-Aera: is a Caster Magic involving the ability of flight by creating temporary wings. (10,000P)

-Transformation Magic: is a Caster Magic that focuses on transforming into people or things. (20,000P)

(...)

System Points: 27P]

"Hehe" He chuckled lightly. "There's nothing like seeing the fruits of your hard work!"

Luka puts the bat in his backpack and takes a sip of water.

`I need more money and supplies, I have food for two days and my money is running out.` After putting on his backpack, Luka leaves the abandoned building and walks towards the commercial district of the city.

It's currently five o'clock in the afternoon and the streets of the commercial district are quite rowdy, enough for him to go unnoticed while he lightens the pockets of unnoticed passers-by.

Luka walks calmly and after observing his surroundings he sets his eyes on an office worker, he is talking on the phone and seems focused on the person he is talking to.

"Yes, yes sir. I'll be there in-"

The pinkhead approaches him and as he passes by he moves his hand to his back pocket, takes out his wallet before the office worker notices and vanishes in the crowd.

After putting the wallet in his backpack, he decides to take advantage of his hot streak and chooses another target. This time a woman dressed in opulent clothing and with a large bag hanging from one hand, the boy saw that the bag was open and her wallet was in view.

`The wallet is large, which will complicate the operation.` Luka looks at the many jeweled rings on the woman's hands. `She seems very wealthy, is a risk but a calculated one. If I fail I'll run away, channeling mana I'm faster than any human and even Usain Bolt couldn't catch me. Besides, I plan to leave Stuttgart tomorrow. I've been here for a week and a half and although the city is quite big I don't want to risk it.`

Having made a decision, the mage takes a deep breath and draws up a plan of action.

His target moves to look at a shop window and Luka takes action, he walks towards her and when he sees her looking in another direction he puts his hand in her wallet. Before he can take the wallet out a hand of hers catches his.

"What do you think you're doing, brat?" The woman sneers at him and tightens her grip on his hand. His heartbeat quickens and the magician swallows.

`Crap.`

Luka winces in pain and quickly increases his strength and speed using mana, he pulls his hand free. As the woman looks at him with wide eyes, he escapes into the crowd.

`Shit, that was a close call- Lesson learned: don't be too greedy.` Leaving the commercial district Luka leans against an alley wall and breathes heavily.

Placing a hand on his racing heart he calms himself and regulates his breathing.

`I hope the office worker`s wallet has enough money to last a few days, well even if not, I still have enough to last until my next destination.` He opens his backpack and takes out the office worker's wallet, when he opens it he starts to grin.

"Bingo!" He whispers.

Inside the wallet there are two bills of fifty euros, two of twenty and one of five. It also has 8 euros in coins.

"This call for a celebration!" The scare from before is forgotten as Luka thinks about what food he should eat to celebrate his recent success.

`Pizza, hamburger, tacos, fried chicken, the options are endless! I could also choose something more elegant, I haven't eaten a real French meal for a month and a half!` Deciding to satisfy his craving for his homeland cuisine, he sets out to find a good restaurant.

After an hour he chooses a rather small restaurant with a homey atmosphere, from what he was told the owners are a French couple so Luka trusts that the food is authentic French food and not the cheap shit that many so-called "French cuisine restaurants" serve.

After sitting at a table for two near a window, he examines the menu and decides on Cassoulet and some crepes.

"The food will be ready in half an hour, petit monsieur." The waitress smiled at him. "Would you like to have your drink now or would you like me to bring it to you with your meal?"

"Now, thank you." Luka smiled back and the waitress brought him the lemon iced tea. `Thank goodness she didn't ask questions about my age, I have prepared lies for dozens of situations but it is tiring and annoying to have to explain myself every time an adult feels too intrusive.`

While he waits for his food the mage plans his next moves.

`Go south and head towards Switzerland, east and stay in Germany, or west and cross the border to return to my country. Decisions, decisions...`

The restaurant door bells ring and attract Luka's attention, he looks up and sees a teenager enter the restaurant.

The teenager is about 14 or 15 years old, he has short blonde hair with two slightly longer strands framing his face, green eyes that shine with joy and a strange piece of jewelry that looks like a teardrop in the center of his forehead.

`Maybe it's a tattoo and not a piece of jewelry?` Luka squints to see better. `Yep, it looks like a gem.`

What most attracts the attention of this teenager is not that jewel, nor his too happy eyes or his carefree expression, it is his clothes.

The teen wears an outfit that looks like a modernized Christian priest outfit.

`He is a cosplayer? It's too late for it to be a carnival costume, and too soon for halloween.`

"Hello!" The teenager sits at the table next to his and smiles kindly at him.

"Hello." Luka returns the greeting in a much less enthusiastic tone.

"My name is Dulio Gesualdo, and yours?"

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