Grinding

Connor began dragging all the corpses quickly towards the now closing gate. Not wanting to leave evidence behind once he left the area.

"Its a shame I can't keep the gear and sell it." Connor muttered.

[Would you like to enable 'Inventory'?: Yes No]

"Inventory? Yes." Connor answered. A side screen appeared with the word 'Inventory', above it.

"How oddly peculiar." Connor muttered. He picked up the giant sword and pondered a bit on how to use said Inventory. He tried saying 'Store' 'Place' and all sorts of methods before he tossed the sword at the screen in frustration. Frustratingly finding out that that worked. The sword vanished into the screen and an icon for the sword appeared in place.

"Hah, this feels like I skipped the tutorial and jumped into the game blindly." Connor sighed. He, after discovering the uses of the Inventory, began throwing everything into the screen. Effectively stripping the three corpses entirely naked. After doing that he quickly threw them into the shrinking gate one at a time. As soon as the last one entered, it disappeared.

[Steal Leveled Up.]

[Steal Leveled Up.]

[Steal Leveled Up.]

[Title: Its only Murder if there's a body.]

"How convenient. Thank you, Lady Invidia." Connor remarked. (Thanking her for the gate waiting until the last body entered.)

[Favor Increased with goddess of Vengeance and Desires.]

[Title: Interesting Mortal-> Title: Favorable Mortal.]

"Oh." Connor commented. The sudden news of Invidia being a goddess came as both expected and surprising. Connor turned back towards District City 13 and began the couple hours trek to the main gates.

[Would You Like to Check Status?: Yes No]

"Oh, yeah. Am I supposed to check it often?" Connor pondered.

[Name: Connor W. Michael

Age: 18. Level: 15

Title(s): Favorable Mortal.

For Vengeance Shall be Mine.

It's only Murder if there's a body.

Class: N/A

HP: 100/100%

Fatigue: 10%

MP: 15,000

Strength: 23

Agility: 21

Intelligence: 22

Sense: 24

Magic: 15

SP Unallocated: 14

Skills:

Durability (Level: MAX)

Tolerance (Level: MAX)

Poison Immunity (Level: MAX)

Sneak (Level: 6) 5%->15% Harder to Detect.

Steal (Level: 4) 5%->11% Easier to Steal.

Assassination (Level: 3) 7%->9% Instantly Kill.

Dagger Arts (Level: 5)

Hypersensitive (Level: 1)

Sword Arts (Level: 1)]

"Unallocated...? What? Hmm... think game wise... Put all points in Magic." Connor stated after a bit of thought.

[Magic: 15->29]

Connor felt the surge of power flow through his body. It felt amazing, like he had just ate a full meal and got a great night's rest.

"I feel so refreshed!" Connor smiled. He had been walking while dealing with his Status, so he had no idea that he had stumbled past a small horde of undead. His sudden exclamation had alerted them and they began rushing towards him.

Connor still had no clue until he heard their accumulated groans and roars. Connor spun to look in the direction, only to have to quickly run away due to the intense close proximity of the horde. Connor ran a little ways away and then spun back around and pulled Carl's giant sword from his Inventory.

"Still heavy, but it feels oddly familiar in my hands." Connor commented. Connor braced himself and launched into the horde, swinging the sword around. It wasn't graceful, but it did its job. Several screens popped up in Connors vision but ignored them.

The screens eventually moved out of his vision, but faintly, in his peripherals, he could see the transparent blue windows continuously pop up, alerting him of Level Ups, kills, and whatever else it alerted him to.

Though the horde was small compared to normal hordes, did not mean that it was controllable enough for one low E Rank to handle. The sword Connor was using had become lighter, but it had also dulled and was chipping from the continuous abuse.

After about an hour of attacking, retreating, attacking, retreating, ect. The sword finally broke. Connor threw the busted weapon into the horde, taking a few out with just the force. He then pulled the dagger from Inventory and went back at it.

[Warning! Fatigue Critical! 98%!]

"Oh fuck... I feel it now that I'm looking at it." Connor hadn't realized his body was near its end due to 'Tolerance'. He rushed back and found a place to rest. Hordes weren't fast, but they weren't slow. Connor was faster for the moment, but it was only a matter if minutes before they'd snuff him out.

Afterall, the most uncanny part of an Undead compared to fictional 'Zombies', was the fact that once they had your scent, they could track you from miles away.

"Rest, then Run. Repeat. If I make it to the main gates, I should be fine." Connor breathed. He was still at least an hour away from the gate to 13.

After about ten minutes, the sound of the horde was within range for Connor to move. So he did as planned and sprinted as far as he could away, giving himself another ten minute respite. He did this three more times.

[Fatigue Level 60%]

"Hmm. I think I could fight for another half hour before needing to rest again." Connor commented. He looked at the now blameless handle that once was a dagger. He tossed it away and chuckled.

"Let's see what weapons I've got... a bow with few arrows and a shortsword. Oh, two throwing knives as well. Let's test my luck with a bow." Connor took the bow from Inventory as well as the five arrows. He notched one and aimed into the horde. He released the arrow and watched disappear in the small sea of bodies.

[Killed Undead.]

[Gained Skill: Lucky Shot (Level: 1)- 5% Chance to blindly shoot and hit a target.]

"Hahaha! How useless!" Connor laughed He repeated his actions, and only managed to hit once more. He put the bow back into Inventory and took the shortsword out.

He plunged into the horde once more. The shortsword was almost something he felt akin to. The lightness, the maneuverability, the familiarity. It mowed through the horde with so much ease, it surprised him, and I the heat of the battle, he found it exhilarating.

The more he fought, the easier it became. But, his Fatigue caught up and he had to retreat once more. What began to bewildered him, was the sheer size that the horde had reached, as if more had joined. After another half hour of running and resting, the gate to 13 was just in front of him.

The horde was hot on his trail. Only, this time, they were much slower, due to the inclination of land that approached the gate. Connor sat, and caught his breath.

[Fatigue 58%]

"Lower than last time. Still, give it a bit." Connor watched the horde climb. The horde was fairly large, around two hundred, but Connor estimated he'd already killed around that number. Ten minutes passed like that.

[Fatigue 50%]

"That's good enough." Connor stood up and brandished his chipped and dull blade. A faint purple sheen emitted from the blade. Once again, as soon as the first of the horde was in range, Connor jumped in and started his attacks.

Someone at the gate, was watching this. His partner had gone in to alert the higher ups about the horde, and a small force was on its way. But when they arrived, the sight of a single boy zipping through the horde with ease, mowing down the undead with a broken sword, mesmerized the force.

"What rank do you think that is?" Someone asked.

"That's at least High E Rank or Low D Rank." Another answered.

"Must be a Swordsman Class." Another commented.

"Have any of you ever seen someone enjoy fighting a massive horde like that?" The guy who'd been watching the entire time asked. The force was now staring intently at the large smile plastered to the face of the boy.