District City 13

Connor plunged the remaining few inches of the shortsword into the final undead.

[Fatigue 99%]

Connor was covered, head to toe in the green slime of the undead. He smelled worse than one too. The stood in the midst of a massive pile of corpses.

[Would you like the battle report?: Yes No]

"Yes." Connor answered.

[Killed Basic Undead ×283]

[Killed Elite Undead ×8]

[Killed Horde Queen×1]

[You Leveled Up ×38]

[Sword Arts Leveled Up ×22]

[Dagger Arts Leveled Up ×16]

[Hypersensitive Leveled Up ×15]

[Gained Class Skill: Mana Blade- Coat blade in a light layer of mana, making it easier to cut through objects.]

[Mana Blade Leveled Up ×12]

[Gained Skill: Total Concentration- when fighting, fatigue increases 3% slower.]

[Total Concentration Leveled Up ×7]

[Gained Class Skill: Bare Handed Combat(BHC)- Your hands are lethal weapons, you know yourself better than anybody.

[BHC Leveled Up ×13]

[Title: Alone against the Horde.]

[Favor with Invidia increased.]

[Gained the interest of a god of war.]

"Good... fuck! That's a lot of shit!" Connor cursed.

"Hey pal! You alright! That was one helluva display! What Rank are you?" A group of Seekers surrounded Connor and began asking multiple questions.

Connor stared at them blankly. Processing the situation.

"I'm fine. I'm just an F Rank." Connor replied. Interesting died after that.

"Ah, must have been a fluke then." One of them muttered as the crowd dispersed.

"Maybe it was the sword?" Another whispered.

"Maybe he has Skill that's only usable for a short duration, and he decided to show off here so he'd get attention." Another boldly announced. Lots of agreements followed.

"Status. Exclude Skills." Connor muttered.

[Name: Connor W. Micheal

Age: 18. Level: 53

Title(s): Favorable Mortal.

For Vengeance Shall be Mine.

It's Only Murder if There's a Body.

Alone Against the Horde

Class: N/A

HP: 100/100%

Fatigue: 97%

MP: 44,000

Strength: 53

Agility: 56

Intelligence: 51

Sense: 58

Magic: 44

SP Unallocated: 38]

"Thirty points to Magic, six to Intelligence, two to Sense." Connor allocated the points.

[Magic: 44->74]

[Intelligence: 51->57]

[Sense: 58->60]

"Alright, I'm now High E Rank. It's fucking hard to Rank up." Connor commented. <-(Ranked up faster than any recorded Seeker in history.) Connor left the field of corpses and headed for the gates.

"You don't want to retrieve the crystals?" The only Seeker that was still floating around asked.

"Oh, yeah." Connor stated as he ran back through and looked for the only nine that mattered. He found the queen and her 8 elites after an hour of searching, retrieved their crystals, threw them into his Inventory and then gave the floating Seeker permission to go through for any that were missed.

"Oh sweet, thanks man." The Seeker did as he wished and Connor went up to the gates and entered District City 13. As soon as he entered, the Seekers standing near the gates grimaced. Connor looked at his torn and tattered clothes covered in nasty green undead goo.

"Hmm. Better sell what I got at the Exchange Center." Connor muttered as he moved along the street. The Exchange Center was a fair distance away, so it took about an hour of walking before he reached his destination.

"Hell- Oh lord! I see you've been through the wringer. How can I assist you?" The lady at the counter greeted Connor as soon as he entered, her nose wrinkled from the smell, but she remained polite.

"I'd like to exchange items and crystals for some Magia Coins." Connor answered.

"Of course, what do you have?" The lady asked. Connor reached into his pocket and thought about pulling the crystals from Inventory, succeeded, and placed them on the counter. Followed by two throwing knives.

"Okay, let's see... the knives can get nine Copper right of the bat. These Crystals need evaluated. Just a second..." The lady put nine copper on Connors side of the counter, then reached under her side of the counter, pulled the crystal evaluator out and began scanning them.

"Eight elite undead crystals! That's quite impressive! That'll ring up about three silver... Oh... a... A Horde Queen Crystal! A real Horde Queen Crystal! Ahem, the entire total of this transaction will be two gold , three silver, and eighty nine copper. Please come again." The lady recovered and placed the total on the counter. <-(Equivalent to $2389 US)

Connor nodded, took the amount and left, getting stares from all the Seekers present. Connor quickly walked to the nearest motel, booked a night and room. Then went to the nearby clothes shop, bought an outfit, returned and showered.

In total, he only spent a silver and seven copper. <-(Equivalent to $107 US) After getting clean, Connor moved on to getting dressed, but his image in the mirror stopped him. His body had chiseled beyond recognition. He still retained his scars, but now they looked good rather than an eyesore. His features had sharpened and clarified, making him look rather handsome, stunningly so.

His normally dull ice blue eyes had cleared and had begun to shine a little, giving them a cool piercing gaze.

"How crazy." Connor stated simply and returned to getting dressed. A pair of slim fit jeans, a simple white tee and a black blazer with black boots. Satisfied with the look, he laid down for a quick rest before taking off to District City 9, to claim his due earnings.

An hour later, Connor was rudely awoken by the sudden clamoring outside. He rolled out of bed and approached the door. He cracked it open and peeked out. Several Seekers were brawling outside his room, though technically the room opened to the outside.

Curious, Connor stepped out and proceeded to watch as two Seekers fought eachother while several spectators looked on and cheered. Connor noted the passing of Magia and realized this was a gambling ring.

"Hmm." Connor watched on in interest. The two Seekers were mercilessly throwing powerful moves. It was also a one sided fight. Only one of the participants was being mercilessly beaten, while the other was mercilessly handing out said beating.

Connor quickly lost interest and began to walk away, but at that particular moment, he was noticed by one of the Seekers that witnessed his fighting earlier that day.

"Oh! If it isn't that famous F Rank from the front gates!" The fighting stopped and everyone looked at Connor. Connor looked back at the crowd.

"Famous?" Connor muttered to himself.

"He took on a whole Horde of undead by himself, and came out basically unscathed. Covered head to toe in undead blood and guts!" The Seeker began hyping up the story. Now the crowd was grinning and laughing. Their interest and doubts overlapping.

"Oh, he must be a pretty good fighter then." Someone announced.

'Oh no. I see where this is going.'

"There's only one way to find out!" Some one else shouted.

"Put him in the ring!" Suddenly became a chant. He was surrounded and pushed into the ring. His blazer was removed as well as his shirt, forcefully. This, rightfully angered Connor and he spun around and sent the guy holding his torn clothes to meet the Sandman.

The crowd became silenced. A nearby bystander knelt down and felt the pulse of the guy.

"Got knocked the fuck out... God damn!" The man began laughing. The cheering returned.

'I suddenly feel like I've been thrust into an unfamiliar world.'

The man who was mercilessly beating the opponent before, stood in front of Connor.

"Sorry about this man. You look like you had no intention of being roped into this. Do you know the rules of The Ring?" The man asked. He was as tall as Connor but with short red hair and sky blue eyes. His body was built like a boxer, and he looked the part.

"No." Connor answered.

"Rules are simple. No Killing, no weapons, first to go down loses. Think you understand? The names Robert." Robert held his hand out. Connor took it.

"Connor." Connor answered as they shook hands.

"Good luck." Robert nodded. The referee then repeated the rules and started the match. Robert flew in and hit Connor solidly in the mouth. Blood dripped from his now busted lips. But the punches didn't end with that. Robert was fast and powerful. Every hit meant to put an opponent to sleep.

Connor finally put up his defense, only to get hit in his torso and abdomen. Then the uppercut came up and connected square with his jaw, kicking his head back from the force.

[BHC Leveled Up.]

'Interesting.'

The next punch came as swift as all the others, but Connor was used to these kinds of beatings. He began to study patterns, and slowly began to catch up to the speed of the punches by predicting their paths. Connor was now blocking almost all of Robert's punches.

Then Connor began his attack. A straight left, blocked by Robert, but the sudden follow up with a rising right upper connected with Robert's jaw and his head was kicked back from the force. Connor moved forward and followed through with another left straight followed by a swift right hook and finally a left upper cut. Robert fell to the ground, dazed. He stood up right away, but that was match.

[BHC Leveled Up.]

[BHC Leveled Up.]

The crowd looked on in absolute silence. Connor was bruised and bloody, but they watch him go from getting pulverized, to him matching speed and style, and then surpassing and ending the fight in five moves.

"Damn, you got some sort of Copy Skill?" Robert threw his arm around Connor and smiled. His jaw was swollen.

"No, just the Bare Handed Combat skill." Connor replied truthfully.

"Bare Handed Combat Skill? Man, that makes sense now. That's a high grade Combat Skill. I only have the Swift Fist Skill." Robert nodded as if satisfied by the answer he received.

"How do you know what skills you've got?" Connor asked.

"Hahaha, well there's two ways. The first, in my case, is you just instinctively know. The second is the Asociation can get a basic reading of your skills, but not their levels. You know, even if you are an F Rank, I'm confident you can go way higher with your skill." Robert answered.

"Ah, thanks." Connor replied. Robert's overly close personality, was alien to Connor, and made him oddly uncomfortable.

"Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?" Robert asked suddenly.

"Going to District City Nine." Connor answered.

"Hmm, East coast huh? Nah, come with me. I'm going to District City Thirty. In Old Japan. They only have one zone and two districts, but man is it gorgeous." Robert told Connor.

"I need to get my payment from my last contract." Connor shook his head.

"Oh, cool. Let's do that, then go. It'd be no big deal." Robert continued to push.

"...Fine. I hear the food is good." One of Connors Desires, was food.

"Great, I'll meet ya at the Portal Center Tomorrow at ten am sharp!" Robert announced and left with the rest of the dispersing crowd. The referee came up to Connor and held out a fat sack.

"What's this?" Connor asked.

"Your winnings. It totals about five gold, give or take, in silver and copper." The ref dropped the sack in Connors open hands and left. Connors eyes shone a little. Another of his desires... Money.