Midnight - Pre-War Silence
Alperen stood in the forest.
It was dark. There was no moon. Only stars.
In front of him... was his army. 67 warriors. 2 mammoths. They waited silently.
And 70 kilometers to the west... was the target.
The bandit camp.
Eris approached him. She held a simple map—drawn by the reconnaissance team.
"Sir," she said. Her voice was low. "There's new information about the target."
Alperen turned. "What?"
"Our reconnaissance team took a closer look. The camp... is larger than we thought. And stronger."
He unfolded the map. It showed a valley. Rocky on both sides. A large camp in the middle. Tents. Fires. Wooden buildings.
"Estimated number: 60 people. But..." Eris paused. "Leader....Level 2."
Alperen's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. The reconnaissance team saw him. A big man. Bald. Burn marks on his face. He attacked a fighter. Killed him with one punch.
Bronze Bone power."
"What's his name?"
"Kara Murat. Famous in the region. He's been a bandit for 10 years. Reached Level 2 three years ago."
Alperen thought. 'Level 2... dangerous. But.............01 is also Level 2. And I have 13 more Level 2 soldiers.'
"Anything else?"
"There are 5 more Level 2 soldiers. Kara Murat's right-hand men. All Bronze Bone. And ........50 Level 1 soldiers."
Alperen whistled. "Strong. Much stronger than we thought." "Yes, sir. If we
attack. .............................there will be casualties."
"How many?"
Eris calculated. "If we don't plan well... 10-15 casualties. If you plan well... 3-5 casualties." Alperen thought
silently.
'Losses... can be compensated for. But energy is expended. 10 losses = 100-500 energy.'
'But if we win... Kara Murat Level 2 = 50 energy. 5 Level 2s = 250 energy. 50 Level 1s = 500 energy.'
"Total: 800 energy."
"Worth it."
"We're attacking," he said coldly. "But plan. Plan well." Eris
smiled. "I've already prepared it, my Lord."
Eris's Plan
In the command tent, Eris explained the plan.
Alperen, 01, Mammoth Cavalry 7 and 8, Elite Iron Fist, and the five strongest soldiers were listening.
"Target: Kara Murat Camp," said Eris. She showed the map. "A valley. Rocky on both sides. Only one entrance in the south."
"Enemy strength: 1x Level 2 Leader (Kara Murat), 5x Level 2, 50x Level 1."
"Our strength: 13x Level 2, 29x Level 1, 23x Cavalry, 2x Mammoth." "Advantage: Ours."
"But there's a problem. If Kara Murat escapes... then there will be trouble. He'll remember us. He'll come looking for us. And... he could
alert the major powers."
"That's why..." Eris drew a circle on the map. It surrounded the camp. "Siege.
Complete siege. No one will escape. They will all die." "Strategy in 3 phases:"
Phase 1 - Silent Approach:
We approach at 2 a.m.
We'll quietly take out the guards.
We are forming a circle from four directions
Stage 2 - Shock Attack:
Mammoths attack from the north (loudest noise)
The bandits panic and try to flee south
In the south, 01 and 12 Level 2 enemies await
Trap.
Stage 3 - Massacre:
Kara Murat and 5 strong men attack 01
01 + 12 soldiers clash with them
The others kill the fleeing bandits
No one can escape.
Alperen examined the plan. He thought. He calculated.
"Estimated losses?"
"2-3 soldiers. Maybe 5. Kara Murat is strong. But... he has no chance against 13 Level 2s." Alperen shook
his head.
"Agreed. But on one condition. I'm coming too."
Everyone turned. They looked at him in surprise.
"Sir," said Eris. "You............Level 1. It's dangerous."
"I know. But... I'll watch. I'll stay in the back. I'll learn. And... if there's an opportunity........................I'll kill him."
Eris paused. Then she nodded.
"Understood, Sir. But you'll stay safe. Promise me." "I promise."
Midnight 2 - Approach
The army was advancing silently.
Alperen was in the middle. There were five soldiers around him—his protection. But what he
felt... was excitement. 'For the first time... I'm participating in a real battle. Not as a spectator. As
a participant.' Seventy kilometers. Seven hours for Level 2 fighters. They ran all night.
Two hours before dawn, they stopped two kilometers from the
camp. Eris gave a hand signal. The army split into four groups.
North Group: 2 Mammoths + 10 cavalry + 5 soldiers East Group: 7 cavalry + 5 soldiers
West Group: 6 cavalry + 5 soldiers South Group (Main): 01 + 12x Level 2 soldiers + Alperen (in the rear)
They quietly took their positions.
Approach to the Camp - Guard Duty
The camp was quiet.
There were 4 sentries. All Level 1. But they were lazy. One was dozing. Another was warming himself by the fire. The third was
urinating. The fourth... was busy with a woman.
Eris selected the four best assassins. "Silently. At the same time. No
noise." The four soldiers glided like shadows.
First guard - dozing - throat slit. One move. Quick. Clean. No sound.
The second guard—warming himself by the fire—was strangled from behind. His neck snapped. CRACK. He was laid
gently on the ground. The third guard—urinating—was punched in the head. His skull caved in. He fell forward. Into his
own urine.
Fourth guard - busy with a woman - heard nothing. Not even the woman's scream. Two soldiers killed them both. Knives. To the heart.
Instantly.
The guards were disposed
of.
Eris gave the signal.
The circle was complete.
Before Dawn - Mammoth Attack
The mammoths waited silently. Mammoths
7 and 8. Two giants. Two masses. The
cavalry was on their backs. They were
ready.
Eris made one final check. Everyone was in position.
Then... she raised her arm.
And lowered it.
"NOW!"
Both mammoths roared
simultaneously.
TRRUUUUUMMMPPPP!!!
TRRUUUUUMMMPPPP!!!
The sound was so powerful that the walls of the valley echoed. Birds flew away. Animals fled.
And... they began to run.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground shook. Rocks fell. Trees trembled. The bandits
in the camp woke up.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!"
"IS IT AN EARTHQUAKE?!"
"NO! LOOK!"
They rushed out of the tents. And... they saw.
Two mammoths. They were heading straight
for the camp. Panic. Total panic.
"RUN!"
"SOUTH! RUN SOUTH!"
Fifty bandits began running south. A shout
came from Kara Murat's tent.
"STOP! FIGHT! KILL ANYONE WHO RUNS—"
But it was too late.
The mammoths entered the
camp.
They crashed into the first tent. The tent... was completely crushed. The three bandits inside... died
instantly. They were crushed. The second tent. The third tent. The fourth.
The mammoths couldn't be stopped.
One bandit—Level 1—attacked with a spear. The spear pierced the mammoth's hide. Two centimeters. The
mammoth... didn't even feel it.
It crushed the bandit under its foot.
CRUUUNCH.
Internal organs burst. Bones shattered. Blood spattered everywhere.
Another bandit tried to escape. The mammoth caught him with its tusks. It threw him into the air. The bandit flew 10 meters. He fell to
the ground. His back was broken. He screamed. He cried. Then... he died.
The Southern Trap - The Battle of 01
Fifty bandits were fleeing south.
They were panicking. They were screaming. They were
shouting. "SOUTH! THE EXIT IS SOUTH!"
But in the south...
01 and 12 soldiers were
waiting.
Silently. Coldly.
The bandits approached. 50 meters. 30 meters. 10 meters.
01 stepped forward.
"Stop," he said. His voice was cold. Deadly. The
bandits stopped. They looked.
Thirteen men. Just thirteen men.
One of them—brave or foolish—laughed.
"Are we protecting 13 men?! KILL THEM!" 50 bandits
attacked.
01... smiled.
A terrifying smile.
"Massacre," he said. "Let it begin."
50 Against 13 - The Bronze Bone Massacre
The first bandit - Level 1 Intermediate - attacked 01. With a
knife. 01 caught the knife. With his bare hands. He squeezed.
SNAP.
The knife broke.
01 grabbed the bandit's throat. He squeezed. He lifted him up. He held
him in the air. The bandit struggled. He couldn't breathe. His eyes were
swelling.
01 continued to squeeze.
CRACK... CRACK... CRACK!
The neck was crushed. The windpipe snapped. The bandit twitched.
He stopped. 01 threw the body. It hit another bandit. Both fell to the
ground. 12 soldiers moved in.
Level 2 Bronze Bone vs Level 1 bandits.
It wasn't equal. It wasn't equal at all.
A soldier punched a bandit in the chest.
BOOM!
His chest caved in. Inside. It pierced his heart. The bandit coughed up blood from his mouth. His knees buckled. He fell
to the ground. Another soldier grabbed two bandits by the head. Both of them. He slammed them together.
CRACK! CRACK!
The two skulls collided. They shattered. Brain matter spilled out. The two bodies collapsed to the ground.
A third soldier grabbed a bandit's arm. He pulled. The arm... came off. Completely detached. At the joint.
RIIIP!
The bandit screamed. Blood spurted. He tried to hold his severed arm. But... he couldn't. The
soldier used the severed arm. He struck the bandit's head with it. With his own arm.
THWACK!
The head was crushed.
Kara Murat's Fury
Kara Murat burst out of his tent.
A huge, bald man with scarred skin. Two meters tall. Muscular. Angry. He saw.
He saw everything.
He was destroying the mammoth camp. Soldiers were killing his men. "WHO?!" he
roared. "WHO PUNISHED ME?!"
Five powerful men appeared beside him. All Level 2 Bronze Bone. Kara Murat's right-hand men. "Boss!" said
one. "There are 13 men in the south! They're killing our men!"
"HOW MANY 13 MEN?!"
"All of them... they all seem to be Level 2!"
Kara Murat's eyes narrowed.
'Second Level... 13 of them... this... it's a trap.'
But he couldn't retreat. He couldn't abandon the camp. Ten years of savings were here. "COME
WITH ME!" he shouted. "I'LL KILL THOSE 13 MEN!"
Six men—all Level 2—ran south.
6 vs 13 - Bronze Bone Clash
Kara Murat and his 5 men attacked 01 and his soldiers. Now only
10 of the 50 bandits remained. The rest were dead. 01 saw Kara
Murat. He smiled.
"You... are the leader."
"Yes," said Kara Murat. "And you... will die." He attacked.
Level 2 vs Level 2.
Bronze Bone vs Bronze Bone. Fists
clashed.
BOOOOM!
A shockwave spread. The ground flew up. The surrounding bandits were
thrown back. Kara Murat didn't take a step back. Neither did 01.
"You... are strong," said Kara Murat. "Who sent you? Iron Shirt? The Hua Clan?" 01 didn't answer. He just
attacked.
Kick. To the chest.
Kara Murat blocked it. Counterattacked. Elbow. To the head. 01
ducked. Dodged. Punch. To the stomach.
CRASH!
The Bronze Bone struck his body. The impact... was
minimal. Both stepped back. Took a breath.
'We're equal,' thought Kara Murat. 'But I'm experienced. I've been fighting for 10 years. He... looks young.'
He used his special technique.
"Black Claw Attack!"
His hands darkened. A black energy enveloped him. It wasn't poison. But... it was
powerful. He attacked 01. Speed increased. Power increased.
01... tried to block it.
But it was too late.
Claw. Shoulder. In. Deep.
SHLIK!
Blood spurted. 01 staggered.
Kara Murat laughed. "YOU DIE—" But
it didn't end there.
Three more soldiers came after 01.
Level 2. Bronze Bone. All of them.
They attacked Kara Murat. All at once.
Four against one.
"YOU TRAITORS—"
Fists. From every direction.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Bronze Bone... was strong. But against 4 Bronze Bone fists... it was insufficient. His chest
cracked. Ribs broke. Arm broke. Leg broke.
Kara Murat fell to the ground.
Blood was coming from his mouth. He couldn't
breathe. 01 leaned over him.
"You tried to fight alone," he said. Coldly. "Foolish." He raised his fist.
And brought it down.
CRACK.
His skull cracked.
Again.
CRACK.
Again.
CRACK.
On the fifth punch... Kara Murat's head... was no longer a head.
The End of the Battle
30 minutes later... silence.
60 bodies. All bandits.
01 had a wound on his shoulder. Two soldiers were seriously injured. One soldier... was dead. One of Kara Murat's right arms had slit a
soldier's throat before he died.
Alperen had watched from afar.
He had seen everything.
The savagery. The cruelty. The power.
"This... is real war. Not like in the books. Not honorable. Not beautiful. Just... killing." He stepped forward. He
looked at the bodies.
"System," he said. "Gather them. All of them."
DING!
[60 ENEMIES KILLED]
[1x 2nd LEVEL EARLY (BLACK MURAT): 50 ENERGY] [5x 2nd
LEVEL EARLY: 250 ENERGY]
[50x LEVEL 1: 500 ENERGY] [4x
MORTAL: 8 ENERGY] [TOTAL:
808 ENERGY]
[LOSS: 1x Level 2 Soldier (-50 Energy Compensation Required)] [NET GAIN: 758
Energy]
[TOTAL ENERGY: 3 + 758 = 761]
Alperen took a deep breath. '761
energy. Good. Very good.'
But... he lost a soldier.
He looked at 01. He was injured. But he
was still standing. "01. Are you okay?"
"Yes, Sir. Just a wound. The system will heal it in three days."
"Good." Alperen looked at the bodies. "Burn the camp. Burn everything. Leave no trace. No one has ever come here." "Yes, sir."
Return to Base - Dawn
On the way back to base, Alperen
thought. '761 energy. 1 casualty. A good
ratio.'
'But... seeing Kara Murat... taught me something.'
'Even Level 2... is weak against numbers. Even if you're strong on your own... you can't stand against four
people.' 'That's why... I must never be alone. I must always... be with my army.'
By the time they reached the base, it was noon.
The spies were waiting. Shadow, Snake, Fox.
"Sir," said Shadow. "Our report is ready. When would you like us to present it?" Alperen
looked at them. He was tired. But... he was curious.
'Iron Bridge. The Four Great Powers. The King. Everything.'
"Now," he said. "Right now. Enter the command tent. And... tell everything." The spies bowed.
"As you command, Sir."