Villain of my own novel

(AN: Omniscient POV.)

Sector Four and Three.

These two sectors had a bit more leisure in their fight against the demons since both sectors had strong forces with a lower population, which caused fewer demons to spawn in the first wave.

The leisure time they had after killing the spawned demons was used to get adjusted to the new system window.

"Status window." A man spoke with a leisure look on his face.

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[Status window] [Community] [Player Shop (limited)]

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[Profile]

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Name: Heath Walker

Level: 2 (1000/1750)

Class: Warrior (/)

Rank: D

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[Image of Heath Walker]

[Headgear (-)] [Slot (1x)]

[Body Armour (-)] [Slot (1x)]

[Arm Guard (-)] [Slot (2x)] (AN: 2x because there are gauntlets, wrist protectors and those amours which are worn separately, though I don't know properly, like small plate armours which are placed near biceps, near forearms, elbow protects, like that. I don't know about armours properly yet, so it will be left like this until I research about this a bit more, if you have any suggestions or anything to correct me, please do so.)

[Trousers (-)] [Slot (2x)]

[Boots (-)] [Slot (1x)]

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[Stats]

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Strength: 6/10 (Rank- D)

Agility: 4/10 (Rank- E)

Endurance: 3/10 (Rank- E)

Intelligence: 5/10 (Rank- C)

Perception: 2/10 (Rank- E)

Dexterity: 3/10 (Rank-E)

Magic power: 5/10 (Rank- E)

Constitution: 3/10 (Rank- D)

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[Traits] (more info)

[Skills] (more info)

[Miscellaneous] (more info)

[Inventory] (more info)

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"Good. It's going up nicely." Heath Walker mumbled with a grin.

'I am an awakened now.' He thought while staring at many separate system notification windows in front of him: [Profile], [Status], and [Skills] were square-shaped windows, while [Status Window], [Community], and [Player Shop (limited)] had a rectangular-shaped window above the other three windows and the rest had their own small rectangular windows below.

He clicked on the community tab.

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[Community chat] [NEWS]

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[Drogo Greenwood: Help! Please send help to sector seven.]

[Randall Russell: Send help to sector six.]

[Harold Mallin: Please wait, Miss Seo Hana will be there shortly, with a man.]

[Mandy Howard: Thank you.]

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[Message...] [Send]

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He ignored the community tab and clicked on the player shop.

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[Shop]

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[Grade: E, D, C, [B], A, AA, S, SS, SSS] (AN: B is in brackets because it is selected.)

[Occultist's Helmet] [Grade: B] [1000 AP]

[Occultist's Chest armour] [Grade: B] [1500 AP]

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[Traveller's boots] [Grade: B] [3000 AP]

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[Achievement Points: 300]

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"Damn, that's expensive. How would I know why it costs that much?" He mumbled and clicked on one of them.

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[Information unavailable] [Player Shop (limited)]

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BOOM

Suddenly, something exploded next to him, he glanced at it and saw a demon rushing towards him.

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The players continued to kill all the spawned demons, and soon every single human alive as at least a level 1 awakened. Of course, there were many casualties among them, but they were a bit too happy about them finally awakening to care about the deaths of others; it didn't matter to some people even if their families were dead; this was the time when humanity seemed disgusting.

Of course, not everybody was like that, since something good doesn't always shine.

And when everything seemed to have ended....

[Phase 2 of the Wave (level 1) commencing.]

Many groans filled the sectors, but the system didn't even give a few breaks this time and instantly spawned another ton of demons, but this time all the dead humans also rose as zombies and began killing the humans in front of them.

This time the number of demons was double, ignoring the zombies. The zombies had pale skin, white eyeballs, and a drunken walk; the only differences between them and normal humans were, of course, the fact that they were already dead. The zombies followed their sense of smell and sniffed out humans, punched at the humans until they bled without caring for anything else, bit them, tore off the skin while alive, broke bones of their own while breaking those of the living, and fed on the prey they had killed.

There were many zombies whose only upper body remained; they moved while dragging themselves, but none of it matters to the dead; they dragged themselves and fed on the prey they hunted; their bodies grew stronger as they fed on their prey, and once they instinctively realised that they were becoming stronger the more they ate, their obsession with strength soured, and they began to hunt the prey that were still alive, because the taste and strength they gained while the prey was still alive was on another level.

People screamed and ran because something inside them wouldn't let them kill the people who were just fighting next to them, which didn't matter when they were ignoring the dead right next to them, but now mattered so much that I, who was staring at them from above, couldn't help but shake my head in disapproval.

Again, the veteran heroes, who had seen their once precious comrades die right next to them, came to the rescue of those who were alive; they helped humans kill the zombies while defending them against the demons because they had to get stronger themselves and pray for the dead, and moving on was one of the things they, the people, had to do in order to get stronger.

People who dared and killed the zombies barfed at first, but started to get back on their feet once again, slowly but surely. Of course, they had to get up, if not then only one thing awaited them and that was DEATH.

Another half of the remaining humans died together with the slightly left humanity of the people alive. Women who suddenly remembered what had happened to Faye Clayton, the Saintess, started to get serious and hunt demons more because they didn't want to suffer the same fate, and looking at how low the numbers of humans had become, some basta*ds who were crazy enough might try their hands on them, so they started to hunt and get stronger; they had awakened now, which also meant do or die, so they started to hunt and get stronger; they have now awakened, which also meant do or die, so they would rather fight to death than die in vain.

The desire to become stronger struck not only women, but every human being alive; while the reasons may be dubious, the desired results did not materialize.

It was already night, and many new gates had appeared because of the dense mana in the atmosphere, and many breakouts had happened in the same day, since the system was still trusted, they thought that it may be because of the new changes; the order had already broken down, turning all the sectors into lawless zones, humans killed all the monsters which popped out of the gates by themselves, making the association feel useless.

DING

['Spawning grounds' has been added.]