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Name: Blue Hawk
Rank: F
Description: A spirit that automatically collects dropped items in the game.
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He widened his eyes as he stared at the Blue Hawk. A spirit was rare to find anywhere. He remembered that across five versions, he had never seen more than two spirits. He had once spent a huge amount of money to buy one, yet its effect was far worse than this spirit's.
Damn. His luck was insane.
"It's good. I didn't expect I can find it in prison."
[You gained 1 EXP.]
…
[You gained 1 EXP.]
…
[You gained 1 EXP.]
…
[You have leveled up]
Clark blinked for a moment before summoning the system screen. Aharik had helped him a lot.
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[Name:] Clark Clifford
[Race:] Human
[Professor:] Spirit Summoner(EX)
[Level: 1] [0,05%]
[ATK: 5 → 11]+2(Weapon)
[DEF: 5 → 10]
[HP: 50 → 120]
[CRIT DAMAGE: 5 → 12]
[Soul Storage]: Bronze rank 0 / Silver rank 0 / Gold rank 0/ Platinum rank 0/
[Summons:] 1
[Skills: Spirit summoning(EX), Basic Slash (F)]
[Gold: 0] [Gem: 0]
[Inventory] [Craft] [Combine]
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He nodded to himself while looking at the system screen. He had reached level 1… the first step of a player in the game, which meant he was already stronger than a few people before the game even started.
Yeah, stronger than a pregnant woman or children. After all, for most people before the game started, their level was only around 2–3.
"Sir, I've completed your order." Aharik stood beside Clark. He wiped the blood from his sword before sliding it back into its sheath.
His eyes were filled with coldness, yet they turned empty as he knelt on the ground in front of Clark.
Clark nodded and summoned Aharik's stats.
—
[Name:] Aharik
[Rank soul:] Bronze rank
[Level: 3] [12%]
[Loyalty:] 100%
[Profession:] Fighter(F)
[Skills:] Basic Slash (F)
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"You may withdraw," Clark said while eating some bread he had taken from the penitentiary's food storage.
Aharik nodded, then vanished into the void.
[00:20]
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[00:18]
Clark finished his drink while glancing at the runes floating in front of him. He was waiting for the game to start.
There was nothing happening at the moment.
He filled his stomach completely… then prepared a large amount of food, enough to last him a week, and stored it in the storage ring.
Now, he simply refreshed himself and waited for the challenges to come.
Ting!
Ting!
Ting!
[Congratulations! You have become a player]
[You are staying in a normal dungeon]
[Game rules shall establishes]
[0.00%]
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[20%]
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"Sure enough, I'm staying in a normal dungeon," he sighed.
This penitentiary covered a vast area. He couldn't escape it in ten minutes. And with the number of jailers and prisoners here, he believed this place was bound to be a normal dungeon.
There were four zones in the world.
Safe Zone
Normal Zone
High-risk Zone
Forbidden Zone
His initial goal was the Safe Zone, where humans could live safely without facing monsters—a perfect place for guilds to develop.
Meanwhile, this place was a High-risk Zone, where countless monsters roamed freely. With the right conditions, it could even become a normal dungeon for players.
Churches, castles, cities, towns, and the like.
Ting!
—
Player Mission: Survive until 7 a.m
Rules:
. Zombies will appear everywhere in the dungeon.
. Zombies become stronger with each stage.
. You can decrease the time by one 10 minutes for each player killed by player.
(Note: You cannot survive without cooperation)
—
[You will be transported to the penitentiary hall]
In just the blink of an eye, a vast hall appeared in front of him. He could see dozens of iron-barred doors stretching from the top to the end of the hall. The second and third floors were the same.
Countless horrified roars came from the zombies behind the iron-barred doors. Their pale, muscular hands scratched wildly, trying to break through, but it was useless thanks to some bizarre energy from nowhere.
A jailer materialized in the hall, but he was extremely unlucky, appearing right in front of an iron-barred door.
The first thing he saw was the zombie's terrifying face.
He screamed in fear and staggered back in panic.
As time passed, more players began to appear.
Most of the people here were prisoners and jailers.
One of them yelled while clutching his head in panic.
"W-What on earth is happening? I thought this was just a joke."
A scar-faced jailer spoke up.
"So it's true… the Decree of the Gods is real. They're really going to erase us."
Another jailer, handsome and calm-looking, spoke next. His voice was steady.
"Don't worry, everyone. First, let's share the information we have."
A prisoner spoke up.
"I see runes in front of me. They show all this so-called profession stuff."
…
Clark shrugged as he watched the scene unfold. It was only natural for them to start understanding what was happening.
But they had forgotten one thing.
The game had already started.
[The first stage begins]
In an instant, the iron-barred doors opened. All the zombies rushed forward, stretching their hands and opening their maws at the players.
The players shivered and stepped back a few paces. It was clear they weren't ready for something like this.
They all gathered together in a defensive formation, like a bunch of cowardly turtles.
Except for one.
Clark immediately lunged at the horde of zombies, gripping the sword in his hand.
Aharik rushed out behind him.
He couldn't miss this chance. The rules said the zombies would grow stronger with each stage, which meant right now was the easiest time to kill them. He had to take this opportunity to level up as fast as possible, to become stronger before the other players fully understood what was going on.
He wouldn't allow those bastards to steal his EXP.