The one who escaped death
The one who escaped death { SSS class} : You have cheated death once and now have the authority to see a little beyond the cycle of life and death.
" the authority to see a little beyond life and death huh? Geez does this mean I can see the heavens or something? probably not. well... I'll slowly figure it out. but what about the other title ?"
Fateless {????} : You have broken free from the chains of fate.
" the rank of this title is a mystery and there is no additional stats but I am sure this title is the reason why I am ex class as a single SSS class title will surely not make an Ex class. haa... it seems I have no useful titles or skills but just more and more curiosity."
"Everything else is fine since I am a patient but why is my Dexterity stat so high? It's usually high for classes like blacksmith, thief, assassin etc. My Intelligence is pretty high too which means I can become also choose hunter, mage or trickster. My charm is so high but that's to be expected as every member of Mitoss has otherworldly beauty.
Alea has monstrously high cuteness which triggers everyone's protective instincts though she has a mischievous personality opposite to her innocent face. Eleanor is known as the ice queen by her peers as she is cold and aloof towards anyone except her family which adds another kind of charm to her enchanting looks. Even Allister was as handsome as a model despite not wasting time on his looks.
That day after some checkups Trevor was discharged from the hospital. Trevor was flabbergasted to see Mitoss home and realized that he had seriously underestimated their family wealth.
"hehe do you like our new home, big brother?" asked Alea after seeing the shocked expression on her brother's face.
"After many gates opened all over the world people started moving away from the gates so this location was the best as it had all basic necessities nearby. Do you not like it ?" asked Allister as he explained.
"I love it" said Trevor. Although Allister said basic necessities Trevor had seen many malls and even a lake on their way here. He was sure that this was a highly posh area.
"I'm glad. Let's go in" said Allister as he parked the car in a garage where there were 4 other sports cars. Trevor was drooling subconsciously eyeing the cars.
"You can drive them later" said Allister as he chuckled.
"Really?" Trevor asked with sparkling eyes. Although Trevor was very mature compared to other people his age he hadn't seen life outside the hospital for many years.
Allister nodded as Alea grabbed his arm. " I'll show you your room."
She dragged him to a room on the second floor of the mansion next to her and Eleanor's room.
The room was clean with a big wardrobe, a table with a streamer setup, a single bed, a bookshelf full of books, and an air conditioner. It felt like a dream room to Trevor.
" How is it ?" asked Eleanor nervously. She had personally set up his room.
"It's great," said Trevor. She smiled and went to her room.
"You should rest. I'm going out to work. I'll be back by dinner." said Allister as he left.
"Tomorrow we are going to party for your recovery." said Alea
"You don't have to" said Trevor. He didn't like being the center of attention because everyone wanted to talk to him as he was a famous freetuber before his death.
"No excuses I and dad have already invited all your friends and our neighbors." said Alea as she didn't wait for his response and left his room.
Trevor sighed and laid down on his bed. He was tired and he immediately fell asleep.
...
" Bastards today you'll kiss your graves." a bloodied man was shouting while killing the enemy soldiers on a battlefield. He was using a rifle with a long barrel and a knife at the end. He was covered with injuries from head to toe but looked as if he was enjoying himself.
His comrades were getting killed quickly as the enemies had a numerical advantage.
" Captain James meet you in the afterlife." shouted one of his comrades as he breathed his last breath.
The bloodied man named James didn't even look back as he continued to skillfully slaughter enemies. As he shot the last shot from his rifle he took out the dagger from his rifle and continued to charge toward the enemy soldiers while dodging the bullets.
It was hard to dodge the bullets but not impossible as he calculated the trajectory of the bullet before the enemies shot them due to his trained senses and the rifle had to be reloaded with every shot. This gave him enough time to kill a soldier instantly with his weird footwork and flow.
puk!
He suddenly felt a burning sensation as though someone had put his shoulder on fire. He briefly glanced down only to find he was shot in the shoulder but there was no change in his expression as he continued to move on the chaotic battlefield to kill another man. The enemies were looking at him with terrified expressions as he looked like a death reaper covered in blood standing in a pool of blood and corpses. The soldier who shot him was aiming at him with trembling hands. James turned his head and glared at him. The man instinctively took two steps back as he saw James approaching him. He shot another round and shouted
" Dieeeee" However he was silenced with a dagger in his mouth as James just said one word "Noisy" turned and started charging towards another man while laughing like a lunatic.
" hahahaha" Even though he was laughing loudly his gaze was cold and calculating. The enemy soldiers watching him make his way through their ranks while butchering their comrades like livestock felt their morale crashing. Even though he was only one man, no one was willing to get close to him. They tried to maintain distance while shooting a volley of bullets at him.
At last, James was injured with multiple bullet wounds but he didn't even scream or grunt, he stayed quiet while glaring at his enemies. He was so quiet that it was terrifying. He was excluding an aura that was the mix of a war general and a murderer. No one said anything, the battlefield was silent. Even though the enemy had won, there were no cheers. All of them were watching the bloodied man who was on his knees with trembling gazes and cold sweats covering their backs. Their expressions said that they were afraid that he would get up and start killing them again.
....
"..." Trevor woke up from his sleep and sat down covered in sweats.
"What a terrible dream" he muttered.