Adam stumbled backward as the creature approached, its legs sinking deep into the void below with a crackling, unnatural sound. The ground groaned under its weight.
"Well… I'm level 12! You know… and I might… you know," Well... that was a good shot, why did levels even get to this~!
Adam muttered, raising his hands, eyes darting everywhere. There has to be some way out… something!
Something in this void is draining his MP, leaving a dull ache behind his eyes and muscles. Imagine hitting this guy with a refrigerator… he thought, trying to focus.
The monster extended a long, sinewy arm toward him."Go to sleep…" it hissed.
Steel-hard tendrils shot through Adam's arms and legs. He screamed, blood running over his body, yet healing slowly. With a sudden surge, he leapt, narrowly avoiding the grasping appendages.
He dashed forward and backward as more tendrils slashed through the void, encircling him like knives made of living flesh. Vines wrapped tighter, suffocating, stabbing, constricting—but his mind went blank. All he could feel was the urge to strike back… to kill this thing for what it had done. A flash of orange ignited in his eyes.
[Luck](Temporal Awakening… Dice 1–20!)(14)
As the tendrils began to squeeze him, a surge of power flared. He twisted through the circling flesh, laughing through pain. In the chaos, he realized a leg was gone, chunks of flesh ripped from his abdomen and neck—but he was alive. The void spun around him; the monster paused, thinking it had finished him.
Then, another Adam appeared, climbing onto the monster's back, blade raised to its neck."Why are you still alive?" the monster hissed in a low deep voice.
Adam laughed hysterically, blood dripping from his lips."I don't care!" he shouted, charging the monstrous head. His hands clumped in the flesh; pain lanced through him, but he bit into the monster anyway, drawing a shriek of frustration. A massive mouth on the creature's side swallowed part of him, yet he persisted.
"This isn't over yet! We're going to be here until I kill you… even if it happens a million times!"
Zombified corpses rose from the blood-stained ground, crawling toward the void, their groans mixing with the monster's rage. Adam's smirk remained, bleeding into determination. No matter how impossible it seemed, he refused to surrender.
Adam charged headlong into the swarm.The zombified people met him like a wall of flesh and concrete, their skin gray and hardened, their movements mechanical but brutal. He slammed his fists through them, bones cracking, tendons snapping—until another one leapt from above, clamping its jaw around his arm and dragging him down.
They tore into him.Pain.Pain again.And again.How long will it last? How long until it stopped? *hehh... words are easier to do then to actually do it*
Then—death.
He woke up again. Lying on the same dark plane. The ground gleamed pitch‑black like oil‑water, rippling when he moved. Around him, the swarm kept coming. The Undying's army. Their claws tore through his flesh as if his body were made to be broken. And every time he fell, he rose again, slower, angrier, still breathing.
(EXP gained)
The voice came again, deep and echoing from the dark.The Undying:(Are you a hero?)
Adam's voice trembled with fury.Adam: "Shut the heck up! You're the damn one talking while I'm suffering like this—it hurts!"
Slowly but surely as zombies tear to his flesh he tear one of them.Each time he fell, he stood stronger. Each scream carved endurance into his bones.His punches hit harder. His legs moved faster. His skin got tougher, refusing to stop.
(EXP gained)(EXP gained)
The zombies could no longer harm him like before. He ripped through them, his strength growing monstrous. The Undying paused, realizing something and acting dumb—Adam was feeding on his army.
The black god raised its hand and absorbed every remaining corpse into itself. The void shook. Towers of flesh and stone rose thousands of meters high, slamming down in a cataclysmic storm.
Adam was crushed beneath them—yet still alive.
The Renewal:(Why won't you just die?)
With a cough, Adam burst from the wreckage, steel shards scattering around him. His fist, now strong enough to pierce iron, cracked against the air itself as he leapt toward the creature.
Smiling as if he had a chance...
The Renewal tilted his head, vanishing—teleporting kilometers above.(Adaptable… but I am indomitable.)
Adam smirked, crouched, and launched upward. The ground exploded beneath him, leaving craters in his wake. He soared, fists blazing, eyes burning with defiance.
But as he reached the monster's height, he heard a whisper against his ear—too close.(I'm only toying with you.)
A cold hand wrapped around his throat. The world spun. His windpipe crushed.He died again.And again.And again.
Rage filled him—not because he was weak… but because he couldn't do anything. He can't save someone when he had to. The monster walked toward him slowly, patient as eternity.
Adam trembled, but refused to kneel. Even afraid, he refused to believe he was powerless. He clenched his fist—then opened his palm, ready to receive anything. Any miracle, any power, any reason to keep fighting.
He charged again.
The creature met him halfway, slamming him into the ground.
Renewal:(I don't want to hurt you. Be absorbed. Be renewed… like the rest of the world.)
His eye's burst with tears as his larynx was pop out, but due to his body more durable. He had to die slowly. Suffocating... Gasping...
{I just cant put it to word... HOW MUCH I HATE YOU... Making me this powerless}
Renewal:(The Savior.)
A memory pulsed through his head—someone's voice, echoing from before.
Adam: "You weren't the one who was prophesied. You hurt. You destroy. You… are a fake."
He smirked, even as his life flickered out.
The monster killed him again, instantly. Then again. It appeared wherever he revived, hands ready to strangle, until finally he lay there—lifeless.
(No… I must carry on. No matter what.)
(INDOMITABLE WILL — Skill temporarily unlocked)(Dice Roll: 1–20)(20...)
The strike landed.
A blinding light engulfed the world as Adam's fist points with the creature's skull. The explosion was apocalyptic—like a nuclear blast shattering through time and matter.
A beam of white light tore through the void, swallowing everything.The black plane cracked and dissolved, turning white like snow, like peace, like sky.
The Undying screamed, its head missing, its flesh writhing, decaying faster than it could heal.
(That… does it…)
The creature's arm reached out one last time, gripping Adam's head. Then darkness.
He woke again—this time to the smell of rust and rain.Metal rattled around him. He pushed open a lid and fell out of a dumpster.
The air was cold, the world damp.Neon signs flickered above. Graffiti covered cracked walls. Cars rushed past on the road nearby.
He stared, dazed, heart pounding.
Adam: "Where… am I?