Gamer: Cruel ID

by Zaraus

A recently deceased thug is chosen by an eon old Gamer to start up a game of his own. The Problem? Gamers are trolls, and a troll by an ancient Gamer is more than a little dangerous, especially when said Gamer believes the game is only fun if it's possible to lose. Gamer OC, Necromancer Gamer, AU, unapologetic edginess

Disclaimer: i dont own My Hero Academia or High school of the Dead

Warning: The Mc in this story curses, like, a lot, so if that's not your thing this story is going to really annoy you really quickly.

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Congratulations.

Huh? What? The hell am I?

You have been sponsored.

Woah, this is some trippy shit. What kinda weird ass lucid dream is this? Am I at the hospital? Because I distinctly remember being shot twice in the chest.

Due to the reputation of your sponsor, you have the option to refuse sponsorship and return to the cycle of reincarnation.

…Nah, this aint a dream, I'm never this aware during one of those. Hallucination then? From the shot to the head?

However, should you refuse sponsorship, you will not be chosen again.

Hey, little box in the void, do you answer questions?

Do you accept?

[Yes] [No]

Is that a no? Is this shit automated? Fuck, am I expected to figure this shit out on my own?

Do you accept?

[Yes] [No]

So it's either automated, fucking with me, or both. Great, reeeal fucking wonderful.

Do you accept?

[Yes] [No]

Haaa, seriously? Nothing? What, am I dead? And sponsored for what?

Do you accept?

[Yes] [No]

God damn, what kinda bull shit- you expectin me to make this choice blind? The fuck is up with my sponsor that I'm getting what essentially amounts to a warning as my third message?

Do you accept?

[Yes] [No]

…

Do you accept?

[Yes] [No]

Ah fuck it, not like I have much of a choice anyway, assuming this is real and not a hallucination anyway. My soul sure as shit ain't joining all the good girls and boys to frolic in the land of sugar and spice if I turn this down.

I accept.

Are you sure?

[Yes] [No]

…Well that's ominous as hell, but considering my options are burn in hell or this? Pretty much a nonchoice.

Are you sure?

[Yes] [No]

Oh for fucks- Yes!

A 'friend' of your sponsor has given you a gift as compensation. You will be able to access it via your inventory after you start the game.

…Yeah, this sponsorship is starting to sound like a real winner here. Also, game?

Skills gained

[Gamer's Mind] (Passive)

[Gamer's Body] (Passive)

[Observe] (Active) LVL 1 [0%]

…What the hell is even happening?

Please select a name.

The fuck does that mean? The hell am I naming?

Please select a name you would like to use in your new life as a Gamer.

Oh, so now you can answer questions.

Please select a name.

Cheeky little bastard…

Please select a name.

It's Aiden Knox, I don't get why you're even asking this.

Your body has been pre generated based off your past life, would you like to make any edits?

Seriously? Ignoring me again?

Your body has been pre generated based off your past life, would you like to make any edits?

…This is getting reeeal old…

Your body has been pre generated based off your past life, would you like to make any edits?

There fucking better be some sort of explanation after I get out of here. No, I don't want to make any edits.

Please select a race.

[Human] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?]

Yeah no, I'm not a retard, there's no way in hell I'm gambling on something like my fucking race. I choose human.

+1 INT for making a smart decision.

Cool?

Please select a class.

[Warrior] [Rogue] [Mage]

So taking some context clues here, I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that this 'sponsorship' is just a fancy way of saying I've been given a power. So what, rpg abilities?

+2 INT for coming to the correct conclusion about your situation.

Please select a class.

[Warrior] [Rogue] [Mage]

Real condescending way you have for saying 'yes'.

Please select a class.

[Warrior] [Rogue] [Mage]

Also, playing Skyrim in real life? Hell. Yes. I choose Mage.

Please select a specialization.

What?

Please select a magic specialization.

From what? You didn't give me a list.

Please select a type of magic to specialize in.

You being intentionally annoying? Phrasing aside, I still don't have a fucking list to choose from.

From a game, book, or show, choose a magic system to specialize in.

…Oh.

Please select a specialization.

Damn, now I'm kinda regretting not playing more fantasy games, I coulda had a metric fuck ton of options here… do I just choose Skyrim? Most of the games I played were first person shooters, I can't even really think of a game I played that has a good magic system, and I didn't really watch tv either. Hell, I probably haven't read a fantasy book since high school.

Please select a specialization.

Yeah yeah, fuck off, I'm thinking. The fuck you need to keep repeating yourself for anyway? I mean damn, I know my only contender right now is Skyrim but still. Wait, holy shit I'm stupid, Harry Potter exists. That's practically the default magic system! Definitely a hell of a lot better than Skyrim's magic. Well, maybe not lore wise, but in the game it was shit, like 80 percent of it was just projectiles. Granted… that's probably also a large chunk of Harry Potter's magic too, but they also had wards, charms, transmutation, and motherfucking flying! Oh, and stupidly dangerous teleporting.

Please select a specialization.

Harry Potter.

Harry Potter's magic system will be altered to fit the Gamer System.

Class Gained

[HP Wizard] – LVL 1/100 [0%]

Gain 5 INT and WIS every level.

Skills gained

[Accio] (Active)

10 MP to cast

Pulls object to user

[Diffindo]

20 MP to cast

A projectile of magic that cuts whatever it strikes

Deals 25 points of slashing damage

[Lumos]

5 MP per minute

Creates light

Annoyingly only having one attack spell aside, the hell is with this stat distribution? Am I literally going to have the same HP from level one to one hundred?

Aiden Knox

Level – 1

Class – HP Wizard – 1/100 [0%]

Race – Human

HP – 100/100

MP – 130/130

SP – 100/100

STR – 10

END – 10

DEX – 10

INT – 13

WIS – 10

CHA – 10

LUK - -100

SP – 0

Ha! I fucking knew my luck was shit!

Would you like to gain a perk for a flaw?

Eh? Sure, why not.

Trait Gained

[Doom Guy Jr.]

Your rage is unending

Your anger now idles at a 'simmer' and [Gamer's Mind] no longer manages it.

Perk Gained

[That's my secret Cap]

Magic that is fueled by emotion is now always enhanced

Ah fuck, I haven't had anger issues since my early twenties, that's going to be annoying. Why the hell don't I get to choose the perks and flaws I take? Wait, is Harry Potter magic covered under that perk?

Would you like to gain a perk for a flaw?

Again? Seriously? You want me to gamble with a luck score of negative one hundred?

Would you like to gain a perk for a flaw?

…Fuck it, sure, in fact, give me five.

Would you like-

…You alright there buddy?

Are you sure you would like to roll five at once?

That text box reads highly judgmental, and I don't appreciate it.

Are you sure you would like to roll five at once?

I'm a hundred percent sure. Literally the only time my luck doesn't screw me over is when I push it to a suicidal extreme… barring the time I actually died that is.

-3 INT for doing something no gamer before you was dumb enough to try.

Excuse you-

A gift from your sponsor has been added to your inventory for both proving to be every bit as interesting as he thought you would be and making him laugh out loud for the first time in over a century.

Fuck you.

+1 LUK for pushing yours.

Yeah yeah, just start the rolls already.

Trait Gained

[Shhh, it's a secret]

You are incapable of in anyway revealing or hinting at the existence of the Gamer System to anyone

Party function is permanently disabled

Perk Gained

[Pure Blood]

You are from an ancient and noble wizard family

MP and MP Regen are doubled

Trait Gained

[The Maker]

You are obsessed with crafting

Perk Gained

[The Maker]

You can have multiple crafting professions active at the same time

Trait/Perk Gained

[There can only be one]

You are the only mage of your starting world

The more people that learn you can use magic, the less likely you are to be left alone

Increased chance to be relentlessly pursued

Trait Gained

[Damaged Nerves]

You can't feel pain

Your current health is hidden

Perk Gained

[Plus Ultra!]

You can exert strength past your limits by spending HP

Note: cannot decrease health past one HP

Trait Gained

[Wanna know how I got these scars?]

Your body is a canvas painted in innumerable scars

Perk Gained

[Keen Mind]

You have a mind that can track time, direction, and detail with uncanny precision

You can accurately recall anything you have seen or heard within the past month

Damn, only two of em actually increase my combat ability? At least most of the flaws seem like minor annoyances at best. Besides the HP one, that one is going to fuck me at some point, I can already tell.

Aiden Knox

Level – 1

Class – HP Wizard – 1/100 [0%]

Race – Human

HP – ?/100

MP – 200/200

SP – 100/100

STR – 10

END – 10

DEX – 10

INT – 10

WIS – 10

CHA – 10

LUK - -99

SP – 0

Due to [There can only be one], some options have been removed.

Please select a starting world.

[High school of the Dead] [My Hero Academia]

Note: The world not selected will act as a penalty

…Did that one trait murder all my choices?

Please select a starting world.

[High school of the Dead] [My Hero Academia]

Note: The world not selected will act as a penalty

And the fuck do you mean by penalty?

Please select a starting world.

[High school of the Dead] [My Hero Academia]

Note: The world not selected will act as a penalty

Hah… whatever, this piece of shit isn't going to tell me anyway. I kinda recognize My Hero Academia from some YouTube clips, pretty sure it's a Japanese superhero show. I have absolutely no idea what the other one is, best guess is it's some weird ass slice of life featuring zombies going to school. Sooo, I pick My Hero? It sounds like it'll be easier to have some zombie kids as a penalty than some superheroes that can punch as hard as a fucking bomb.

Character creation is finished, and with it the door to outside interference is closed.

Outside interference- What does that mean!?

This multiverse is now yours and yours alone.

Hey!

You will now be sent to the Instance Dungeon.

Good Luck.

"Bastard! Would it kill you to answer a question?"

I pause.

"What?"

…Yeah, that's not my voice, well it is, but I don't sound like that. It sounds way too young to be coming from a man in his early thirties.

'Wasn't my body supposed to be like how it was in my previous life? Was I lied to?'

I curse under my breath and look around.

I'm at an intersection, and my surroundings are covered in fog. It's deathly silent, with trash and empty cars littering the streets.

"Ooookay? Didn't I pick superhero show? Why does this place look post-apocalyptic?"

I start to walk, dragging my gaze along the nearby buildings as I go.

There are definite signs of looting, glass windows of stores being smashed, and their interiors being cleaned out, with some remnants of their products forming small trails leading away.

'What in the hell…'

I look up, eyebrows raised at the giant chunks missing from the buildings before turning away with a shake of my head.

'What's real disturbing is the lack of bodies. The streets are filthy, but there's not a single corpse?'

I slow my pace, heightening my senses with increased wariness.

Reminder: you have two unopened gifts in your inventory.

"Gah! Jesus Christ!"

God damn, I almost died from a heart attack! Don't fucking do that you piece of-

I take a deep breath as I calm a sudden spike of anger coursing through me.

'Yeah… definitely didn't miss being angry all the time.'

I remain in place, looking around quietly for any movement.

…Alright, let's see these gifts then.

Would you like to open [Friend's Gift]?

Yes.

Items Gained

Note

2 AP tokens

5 ST tokens

Unique Gacha token

Beginners Loot Box

Past Life Loot Box

A note?

I blink as a sealed envelope appears in my hands.

I turn it over, an eyebrow raised in mild amusement, noting that it's unmarked on both sides, with the single exception of an intricately designed 7 on the bottom right.

Tearing open the top with a shrug, I pull out the letter inside and begin reading.

Bonjour!

'…I hate him already.'

Oh don't be like that, my tsundere friend! I'm here to help!

'Call me tsundere again and I'm ripping this letter to shreds… wait, are you reading my mind?'

Yep!

'The fuck?'

language.

'I'll think however the fuck I want. Also, wasn't outside interference cut off or some shit?

Ha! You sir, are a breath of fresh air. Indeed, no gamer can interfere with you now that your game has started, but you forget, this letter was sent to you before the game began!

'Then how are you reading my mind?'

By looking into the future of course!

'…You mean to tell me you're simultaneously looking into the future, and reading my mind…just to write a letter?'

Naturally.

'That makes no god damn sense.'

It makes perfect sense! You merely need to broaden your knowledge. But I digress, I did not write you this letter to talk of such trivialities, there are certain things I felt the need to explain, given that my friend has decided not to.

'…alright?'

That's the spirit! Anyway, to start, I would like to assure you once again that there will be no further interference from other Gamers, for good or ill.

'Meaning I've already been fucked with?'

Nothing so malicious, I assure you. The Gamer System itself would never allow the game to be unwinnable.

'Riiight.'

I look up and scan my surrounds once more. This whole thing just reeks of suspicion, I don't believe for a second I was just handed a gift like magic powers without a catch.

Hah! You'll see in time. For now, as our time together is short, I'd like to provide you with a few tips.

First, you should know that your Gamer System will not readily provide you with information, most of the time, you will have to utilize [Observe], so be sure to level it!

Second, for answers to your questions that [Observe] cannot provide, it is possible to get the System to respond to you by prompting it, which, you can do by starting or ending your question with 'game', though do be aware that merely prompting a response from it does not guarantee it will provide you with any meaningful answers.

'Yeah, that's nice to know and all, but I'd rather know why I'm in a fucking ghost town.'

That, I'm afraid, I'll have to leave to the System to explain, as I'm out of time.

But before I go, allow me to provide you with one final parting gift, my future friend.

A second after I'm finished reading the final line of the letter, it explodes, a formless blast striking me in the face and almost throwing me off my feet as my head erupts in pain.

"Ah! Son of a fuck whore! When I get my hands on that fucker I'll-"

I pause, swallowing down my anger, as my brain processes the stream of information entering it.

'…A tutorial to the Gamer System?'

All the information I'd need to know on what the gamer is and how to use it, jammed into my head…

"…Alright, the bastard gets a pass this time."

I shake my head with a grimace.

Damn, now that I have context, this really is a huge lottery I've managed to walk into.

'A literal path to godhood… handed out as a fucking whim…'

Hah, whatever, the fuck do I care what eon old deities decided to do with their free time? Especially since its to my benefit.

Open my sponsor's gift.

Would you like to open [Gift for Amusement]?

Yes.

Items Gained

1000 UC

10 SP

1 Cookie of satiety

A fucking cookie? My sponsors an ass.

I sigh and look back over to the loot boxes. These should be able to be opened, right?

Would you like to open a loot box?

Obviously.

Would you like to open a loot box?

This shit doesn't get more endearing with time, you know?

Would you like to open a loot box?

…Yes.

Which loot box would you like to open?

[Past Life Loot Box] [Beginner's Loot Box]

Past life loot box.

Items Gained

Aiden's Clothes

Aiden's Phone

Aiden's Pistol (Ammo included)

Aiden's Pocket Knife

Aiden's keepsake

I swallow. Hard.

With a shaky hand I pull the keepsake out of my inventory, my free hand slowly tracing over the worn-out picture, the smiling image of a younger me with my little brother staring back at me.

'This…my sponsor's friend has a real sick sense of humor.'

My expression distorts.

'I burned this picture long ago, it's not a fucking keepsake, it's a reminder of how fucked up my past is.'

"Shitty bastard… future friend? What a joke."

My mood sours further as a whole host of negative emotions is quickly squashed down, leaving only my anger.

'And this is what the system meant when it said my anger was unmanaged? All my other emotions have a soft cap now.'

That fact should definitely bother me more than it does, but as it stands, I'm just annoyed…and angry. It pisses me off that my emotions have been fucked with, that someone has been digging into my past, and that I can't do a fucking thing about it.

I scowl, tearing my eyes away from the photo and quickly storing it away in my inventory as I once again scan my surroundings.

'let's check out the tokens next, because the other loot box might just make me lose my shit.'

Opening my inventory, I take out an AP token.

…

Its just a fucking stick with the words AP engraved on it.

"I'm going to kill him."

A sneer adorns my face as I look over the object with an increasingly darkening expression.

"Oi! Gamer system thing, the fuck is this supposed to do?"

…

"Fuck, wasn't the system supposed to answer my questions? Was everything that bastard said a lie? Or was this shit case sensitive? Game?"

Yes.

Well fuck, I guess he wasn't lying.

I wave the stick in the air.

"What does this do?"

That is an AP token, aka Admin Privilege token. It's used by snapping it in half, after which, you will be able to make one change to the Gamer System, so long as the change is not against the will of the Sponsor.

…Holy shit, I take back everything bad I said about that bastard.

I gently put the token back in my inventory.

"What does the ST token do?"

The ST token, aka System Tweak token, does what the AP token does, but on a far smaller scale and needs active permission of the Sponsor to take effect.

Mmm, still pretty badass.

"What about the Unique Gacha token?"

The Unique Gacha token acts in the same way a regular gacha does, but it pulls from a custom loot table made by the Sponsor's 'friend'.

"…So its luck based?"

Yes.

Fuck. Well that's staying in my inventory for a long time.

A very long time.

"Right, final question, what's UC and SP?"

UC is the Currency used to purchase in the Gamer Store (Currently Locked) and can be exchanged to other currencies at will. SP, aka Stat Points, are free points that can be used to increase a stat of your choice.

Huh.

I blink.

'Both of the gifts were actually useful? What's the catch?'

Looking around, I start to cautiously move forward once more.

If there's one thing I learn in my past life, it's that there's no such thing as a free gift, when you're given a present, there's strings attached, People don't just give out shit without expecting something in return.

And with the shit I've just been given? Even if you don't include the Gamer System, there's gotta be some massive ass fall out for this.

'The real question is, the fuck they expect from me for this? Entertainment?'

God I hope not, because that means the shit they've thrown my way is to make sure I don't die too fast.

I tense up further as I continue walking through the silent city, my eyes swiveling from side to side.

Five minutes later, and I'm starting to get annoyed, having not encountered a single living thing.

'Waiting for shit to happen is always the worst'

I sigh as I come across yet another robbed store, my eyes trailing over the broken glass.

I pause, my eyes narrowing as I spot the reflection of black hair coming off the still intact glass door.

'Is that…'

I slowly make my way closer to the entrance.

…

'Ah those punks…'

Looking at the black-haired, blue-eyed teen in the reflection, I'm torn between laughing my ass off or punching the glass.

'They must think they're pretty funny, matching my appearance to the picture of me and my little brother.'

"Hah, guess that's what a get for not even bothering to look at my 'pre generated body'…"

I clench my fist, my knuckles turning white.

"Is this the payment you wanted? Watching me get pissed off?" I snarl "Because it's fucking working!"

Crack…Crash!

-5 HP

'These assholes know exactly what they're doing, making me this… reminding me of the worst time of my life.'

I wipe the shards of glass and blood oozing from my fist on my pants and forcefully slow my breathing.

'Calm down dumbass, you can't afford to be doing stupid shit and hurting yourself right now.'

I take slow, deliberate breaths.

'You might look like a kid but you're not, so stop acting like one.'

Feeling my anger fall back down to a 'simmer' I shake my head in disgust.

It's been a long long time since I've felt this angry… I had thought, that since I had already 'dealt' with this problem before, that it wouldn't be a big deal this time.

I was wrong.

Remembering my past has always made me uncomfortable, but to lose my temper like this is ridiculous. 'simmering' might not seem like much in the description, but it feels like I'm constantly on a hair line trigger to losing my shit in a 'doing something stupid and getting myself killed kind of way'.

"Fuck."

Who would have thought, the first trait I pulled would be the worst one.

I look at the hand I punched the now shattered glass door with, idly noting that the cuts are gone and it's no longer bleeding.

'Not seeing my HP can be pretty dangerous, but I have [Keen Mind], which gives me a good enough memory to instantly recall how much damage I've taken… so long as I don't lose my mind to anger, and the other traits seem to do fuck all. Seriously, don't reveal magic and one of them is negated, I was never planning on telling anyone about the Gamer system anyway, and obsession with crafting? That just means I have a new hobby.'

I frown and look over my hands once more.

'Wasn't one of the traits scars?'

Neither of my hands have any on them…

I reach down and pick up a glass shard, suppressing the discomfort of looking at my face, in favor of looking for scars.

'Its scarless too, what the fuck? …no, there's one on the side of my neck.'

On the right side of my neck there's a scar, starting close to my ear and trailing all the way down to my shoulder, but other than that my face is clear.

I toss the glass back onto the ground, ignoring the sound of it shattering and pull up my shirt.

'…Oh fuck.'

I flinch.

Nearly every inch of skin hidden under my shirt is scarred, the type varying from burns, to cuts, to gun shots, the most prominent of which- if that's even possible- are the two over my heart, which somehow seem 'fresher' than the rest.

"Fucking hell, there's more scars than skin…"

Damn, that trait did not fuck around with its effects, my body's littered with enough scars to make a torturer blanch…

"Going to be reeeal uncomfortable if anyone catches me without a shirt… wonder why my face and hands are untouched."

I drop my shirt back down, suppressing my disgust.

"Heh, my body disgust me, and my face pisses me off… probably says something about me don't it?"

Grooan.

"Eh?"

I turn in place, looking down the road at where the noise originated from and spot three shadow slowly emerging from the fog, shambling forward with their heads hung low and their arms swinging loosely from their sides.

'…If those aren't zombies, I'll find a hat and eat it.'

I'm mildly certain that confirming I'm in a zombie apocalypse should be more terrifying than this…

Ah wait, the information I was sent… that's right [Gamer's Mind]…

'Altering my fucking mind again… at least I won't go insane from this.'

Groooan.

"Ah, well… at least I found the fucking catch to all this."

I crack my knuckles with a sneer.

Just as well, I needed to blow off some steam anyway.

I look at the closest one.

"Observe."

Zombie

Level – 1

HP- 100

I stretch out my arm.

"Fucking weak, Diffindo!"

…

Nothing's happening…

"The fuck, Game?"

HP magic requires a wand to use.

"Bullshit."

My expression morphs to disbelief.

"The fuck is the point of my class if I can't use it?"

Wands are on the loot table, it's possible for an enemy to drop one.

"So before that…I, as a mage, have to beat them with what, my bare hands?"

You also have a knife and gun.

"This smart-ass bitch…"

My eyebrow twitches.

The zombies have closed a considerable distance now and their figures are fully visible. Torn clothes, and drenched in dirt and blood, the smell itself is considerable, with a rotten face and milky white, pupilless eyes.

'Never thought I'd see a zombie up close… It's disgusting'

I keep a sneer on my face as they march closer and closer, the leader of the pack closing in and raising its arms as though to grab me.

Crunch!

And my fist collides with its nose, breaking it easily as its head snaps back and it takes a staggered step back to prevent itself from falling.

'Funny guy, I thought for sure he'd land on his ass.'

I shake the rotten blood off my hand as my sneer deepens.

"Oi."

I grab the zombie by its collar and pull down, slamming its head into my knee.

I watch in annoyance as it falls to the ground while back handing the second zombie.

"Don't go getting your disgusting fluids on me, you think I can just go take a shower in this hell scape? Hah?"

Graaah.

"Haaa, these punks."

I send a kick to the stomach of the third zombie.

"Where's the respect?"

I kick the now crawling first zombie in the head.

"Fucking annoyances."

Kick kick kick.

"What?"

Kick kick.

"You think you can attack me just because I don't have a wand?"

Kick kick kick.

"You wanna die again?"

Groan.

Gwaaah.

Ooooo.

"Shut the fuck up!"

KICK.

Zombie Slain

Items Gained

1 Dirty Cloth

1 Rotten flesh

"Ah fuck, there's brain matter on my shoe."

Kick.

"Which one of you fuckers is going to reimburse me for that? Huh?"

Grooan.

"That a no?"

Kick.

Zombie Slain

Items Gained

2 Dirty Cloth

"Fucking useless."

Kick.

"Aren't you fucks the same level as me?"

Kick.

Groan.

Kick.

Kick kick.

Zombie Slain

Items Gained

2 Rotten Flesh

1 Fractured Bone

"Huck puh! You're all a disgrace to level ones!"

I shake my head and eye the drops in my inventory.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with cloth and flesh? Game?"

Both can be used for crafting.

…

Well shit, guess I'm going to go on a slaughter.

I pause.

'Damn, the compulsion of that trait is pretty fuckin strong.'

Hmm.

"Status."

Aiden Knox

Level – 1

Class – HP Wizard – 1/100 [75%]

Race – Human

HP – ?/100

MP – 200/200

SP – 100/100

STR – 10

END – 10

DEX – 10

INT – 10

WIS – 10

CHA – 10

LUK - -99

SP – 10

Level up after only four kills? Not bad. I think… didn't play enough rpg's to know if this is a good early game leveling pace or not. And who pays attention to leveling in Skyrim? I sure as fuck didn't.

'Either way, there's bound to be tons of zombies around here, leveling should be child's play… fucking sucks about wands though.'

"Fucking game, telling me to get a wand from zombie drops, did you fucking see my luck? There's a real risk of hitting level cap without one for fucks sake!"

I shake my head helplessly.

'That reminds me, didn't I get my gun back?'

I pull the gun out of my inventory, turning over and inspecting it with a critical eye.

"Yep, this is mine, even got my initials engraved on the handle. Fuck yeah!"

I eject the mag.

'Full on ammo too, and everything else looks in good repair. Glad to see the bastards who sent me here didn't fuck with it.'

I nod in satisfaction, sliding the mag back inside with practiced ease and flick off the safety.

Groan.

'More already? These fucks must really like dying.'

I fix the approaching zombie an unimpressed stare.

Bang!

Zombie Slain

Items Gained.

3 Dirty Cloth

"Hah! Head shot!"

-1 INT WIS and LUK for attracting the attention of every zombie in a five-mile radius via gun fire.

Are you fucking with me right now?

GROOOOOOAAAAN!

"Oh Fuck!"

I spin around, looking in all direction for zombies in alarm.

'In hindsight, I'm an actual fucking idiot.'

I grimace.

"…Maybe they won't be able to find me if I find somewhere to hide?"

A zombie horde has formed.

'…Yeah, I'm not risking that.'

I burst into a run.

'Fuck fuck fuck! Stupid fucking luck! What are the odds of me running into the zombie horde?'

I look back.

GROAN.

'Pretty fucking good, I'd say. Pretty much everything bad happening is possible with a low enough luck.'

I curse under my breath.

'And god damn can these bastards run when they're motivated, I miss the slow level one idiots.'

Zombies can apparently enter a 'frenzied' state if they hear a loud enough noise, who knew? I sure as hell wish I did, because having fifty of these bastards chasing me is not fun.

GROOAN.

And the number just. Keeps. Increasing!

"Ah fuck, who ordered a fifty-car pileup here?! Unthoughtful bastards!"

I stop in my tracks, looking at the suddenly appearing blockade before glancing left and right.

'Zombie fucks behind, bullshit car blockade from the front…and more frenzied zombies to the left.'

"Compelling argument you have here! Right it is!"

I start running again, my feet hitting a grass lawn as I put full power into my legs.

'Thank god the gaming system has infinite stamina, makes my running away skill unparalleled- oh for fucks sakes, ANOTHER blockade? Who left a collapsed building here? Fucking fog, I swear this shits gotten denser since I started.'

I look around again and my expression darkens.

'Apartment complex? So my choices are either pray a wooden door remains all powerful, or fight off fifty- sixty zombies at once?'

"…Here's hoping one of the tenants left their door unlocked."

I hurriedly change directions, running over to the row of doors and frantically attempt to open them one by one.

'Nope, nope, nope, not this one either, also lock, nope, nope, nope, fuck!'

With the first floor a failure, I hurriedly run to the metal stair way and bolt up to the second floor.

Reaching the top after almost tripping and falling twice, I glance back down.

I balk, watching the zombies start running up the stairs.

"Fuck! Are you kidding me? Who decided to make fast zombies also smart?!"

I curse again and begin checking the doors.

'Nope, nope, nope, this is a really stupid idea, nope, nope, nope, the fuck am I going to do if this doesn't work- ahah!'

Nearly smacking myself with how fast I swing open the door, I quickly enter and slam the door shut and lock it, on the smallest of off chance's the zombies somehow know how to use a fucking doorknob.

I look around the room, my eyes locking onto the couch, and I hastily sprint over and start pushing it towards the door.

Bang bang bang.

GROANNN.

"Fuck."

I clench my jaw and start pushing harder.

'Is my game set on dark souls? What the hell is this persistence? Where is the aggro distance mechanic?'

Having pushed the couch as firmly against the door as possible, I run into the kitchen and start rummaging through the drawers for a kitchen knife.

I pause.

'The fuck am I doing? Am I going to try and pierce their skull with a fucking knife? Should I look for a hammer? A large stick? Aren't zombies weak to bludgeoning damage? Or is that skeletons?'

Crack!

I flinch and look over to see a hole in the door.

'Fuck it, large stick it is, at least then I could put more strength into it.'

I run around the apartment, looking for anything I can use as a blunt weapon.

'Small coffee table, an actual hammer… a table with metal legs but a wooden top? That some weird bedroom décor… and totally convenient!'

I place a hand on the tabletop, my other hand firmly grasping the leg, and pull.

Crack crack Snap!

Boom!

I jump in place, turning around in alarm before running over to the dresser and tilting it over to fall in front of the bedroom door.

Bang.

Just in time for the zombie to start pounding on that door.

"I gotta weapon now… and I'm still totally fucked. God damn it! Why the fuck does my magic need a fucking wand!?"

Seriously though, this is bullshit. Had I been able to use magic I could have literally kitted the zombies and fired spells from a distance.

By the time I got here more than half of them would have been dead! Er, redead! ...Dead again?

Bang!

"Fuck. This sucks, and I'm not even getting a quest for it! What the fuck game?"

Quests are disabled.

"…WHY!?"

Your Sponsor disabled them.

'Oh hell no, fuck that. If I'm going to die again, I better be going down questing!'

I reach in my inventory, pull out an ST token, and snap it.

"Give me my fucking quests!"

Change proposed

The Sponsor is in a good mood, he accepts

Request approved

Quests unlocked

Quest Received

[Blood in the water]

When a frenzy is triggered, the dead wont rest until the target of their ire is a smear on the floor.

Objective – Survive

Bonus Objective 1 – Kill 10 zombies 0/10

Bonus Objective 2 – Kill 25 zombies 0/25

Bonus Objective 3 – Kill 60 zombies 0/60

Reward – Magic Focus, Exp gem, 3 common gacha tokens

Bonus Reward 1 – 3 HP potions, 2 MP potions, ?

Bonus Reward 2 – 2 uncommon gacha tokens, ?, ?

Bonus Reward 3 - ?, ?, ?

Failure- Death, ?

'Hah! I might even be able to complete the first bonus objective. Wait, I can use the ST token to get a wand!'

I pull out a second token and snap it.

"Give me my wand!"

Rejected: granting items is not a system tweak

'Fuck!'

I watch the token repair itself in my hand before snapping it again.

"Make it so I don't need a wand to use magic then!"

Change proposed

The Sponsor rejects the request

'This fucking bastard…'

I grind my teeth and snap the token again as I watch a hole appear in the door.

"Then give me a fucking magic system I can actually use!"

Change proposed

The Sponsor ponders…

The Sponsor smiles

He says he agrees as long as you leave the new system selection up to chance

'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-'

Crack crack crack.

"FINE!"

Request approved

Magic system rolled

DnD Wizard magic Granted.

Please select 3 Cantrips and 6 First Tier spells

"Aaa why does my luck have to be like this? I don't have the god damn time to pick out spells."

The top half of the door breaks completely and the zombie start trying to climb on top of it.

'Fuck it, I'll just have to go melee.'

"Game, put all my free points into strength."

Distributing…

Complete

I rush forward, thrusting out my metal stick at the closest zombie.

The stick hits its eye, burrowing deep into its head, and killing it a second later as it lets out half a groan.

Zombie Slain-

Fuck off.

Ignoring the notification, I quickly pull back, dodging a swipe from a second zombie and rush back while swinging at its head.

The metal connects, forcing the zombie to fall down onto the first zombie from the impact before quickly rising again.

I grimace and swing again.

Zombie Slain

A third zombie barely misses my arm as I jump sideways, the two dead zombies begin to be pulled back by the others as more force their way to the front.

I swing twice at the third zombie, simultaneously denting the metal as I take it down.

Zombie Slain.

It falls, and two more rush forward, making four straining against the dresser. Chunks of wood begin to fall off of it as the rest of the door is ripped away and the doorframe itself cracks.

I snarl, my anger threatening to bubble up again as I take out my gun.

'Can't get much more fucked than I already am. Might as well go down gun's blazing!'

I take aim and pull the trigger.

Zombie Slain

I swing twice at the second one.

Zombie Slain

I fire again.

Zombie Slain

The metal is heavily dented, forcing me to swing three times

Zombie Slain

And I fire again

Zombie Slain

The corpses are piling up and the zombies behind them are clawing at them, causing them to be either pulled back or pushed forward to land around me.

I start to swing again.

Zombie Slain

More surge forward and I take another shot.

Zombie Slain

"Game, can I complete bonus objectives without the main one being complete?"

Yes.

"Thank fuck, give me the rewards."

Items Gained

3 HP potions

2 MP potions

Iron Sword

'Sweet merciful- Thank You!'

I jump back, discarding the almost completely ruined metal stick and take the sword from my inventory.

Just as it appears in my hand, I rush forward again, hastily swinging at a zombie that's almost fully over the dresser.

Zombie slain

I swing in a horizontal arc across the doorway.

Zombie slain

Zombie slain

Zombie slain

'Sooo much better, this thing is sharp as hell.'

I grin.

'With this choke point, I'm going to slaughter these bastards!'

Crack crack crash!

I jump, my head snapping right in alarm.

"Oh fuck- The window!"

Three zombies are pressed against each other, struggling to be the first one through the window.

'It's so unfair having zombies smart enough to loop around to the window… even if only one can get through at a time this is still fucked.'

I curse under my breath and take another swing at the zombies in front of me.

Zombie slain

Zombie slain

'Once again, thank you infinite stamina, I love you so much right now.'

I look back over at the window and fire at the zombie that managed to win against the other two and enter the room.

Zombie slain

'From seven bullets, down to two… at least I've managed to take out a fourth of these fucks.'

Crack crash!

I swing my sword and jump back with a curse.

"Fuck man, I didn't say that shit out loud. Why am I getting punished like I jinxed shit?"

Zombie slain

I hesitate for a fraction of a second, and dash away from the now broken dresser and toward the window, running my sword through the head of the closer zombie when I reach it, and firing my last two shots at the other.

Zombie slain

Zombie slain

I push forward, shoving the two bodies back as I scramble over the window and broken glass.

-5 HP

With half my body over, my momentum is stopped.

-15 HP

You have been infected with the zombie virus

'FUCK!'

I drop my gun and put my hand on the windowsill, stopping myself from being pulled back in as I twist around.

Looking at the zombie biting my leg, I feel my rage skyrocket and I lash out, kicking the bastard in the head with as much force as I can muster.

Zombie slain

With the zombie no longer clinging to my leg, I throw myself out the window, colliding heavily against the metal railing before I hastily stand up and look around.

'There's no zombies blocking the stairs, I could make a break for it. But with this damn fog there's a real good chance I'll run into more…'

I grimace and swing my sword at the zombie climbing out the window.

Zombie slain

'Fucking hell, is there a way to use the ST token to give myself another boost- Wait! The fucking Beginner's Loot Box!'

Would you like to open [Beginner's Loot Box]?

Yes!

Items Gained

Aiden's Wand

Novice Wizard Hat

Novice Wizard Robes

5 HP potions

3 MP potions

3 SP potions

Rations: food and water (One weeks' worth)

2 common gacha tokens

'Aaaaa- I feel like fucking screaming right now.'

I switch my sword into my left hand and pull out the wand.

"Diffindo!"

A bolt of magic shoots out from the wands tip, impacting against the zombie's head and cutting it in half.

Zombie slain

'God damn I'm bad at this game, how in the hell could I forget the fucking loot box?'

"Diffindo, Diffindo."

Zombie slain

Zombie slain

'Ah, so much better.'

I smirk

"Game, give me the second bonus reward."

Items Gained

2 uncommon gacha tokens

Skill Book – Power Strike

END stat gem

"Stat gem? Game?"

Stat gems give permanent increases to stats when crushed.

Oh hell yeah, using that now.

+5 END

'Nice, now if only I didn't still have more than half these bastards left to kill.'

"Diffindo."

Zombie Slain

Groan.

'Oh, they remembered there's another door they can go through, shit.'

I swing around and level my wand at the approaching horde as I back up.

"Diffindo diffindo diffindo diffindo."

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

'It's weird that these attacks are one shotting them, the spell only does 25 damage. Is it a crit for head shots?'

I swing my sword at the zombie climbing out the window.

Zombie Slain

'Hah, definitely don't have time to check right now. This fucking sucks.'

I start backing up faster.

"Diffindo diffin-

-5 HP

'Ack! The fuck?'

0/180 MP

I frantically swing at the zombie my spell failed to hit.

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

'I'm SO bad at this game, god damn!'

I quickly reach into my inventory and down an MP potion.

'How's my Mana now?'

100/180MP

'Only a hundred?'

I take out another-

You have killed more than half the horde

The horde has become enraged

Members of the horde now deal triple damage and move twice as fast

'Son of a- WHY?!'

I leap back in alarm and down the mana potio-

I hit the railing behind me and topple over it.

-20 HP

I wince at the damage numbers, mildly thankful I can no longer feel pain and take out both a HP potion and a MP potion, to replace the one broken on the ground.

Downing both of them, I look up.

My eyes widen and I immediately throw myself into a roll, narrowly dodging five falling zombies.

Breaking out of the roll and standing up, I point my wand back at the now red eyed, snarling zombies and start backing up again.

"Diffindo Diffin- fuc-"

I swing my sword at one of the two zombies jumping at me.

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

I don't have time for a second swing and my eyes widen as the last one latches onto my shoulder and rips into my neck.

-50 HP

Infection worsened

"Fuuuuccck!'

I panic and stab the wand into its' eyes socket.

Zombie Slain

I shove the zombie off of me and pull my wand out of its eye, immediately cursing when I see it nearly broken in half.

I quickly store it away and drink another health potion as I hear the 'thud' noise of five more zombies falling.

Thud thud thud.

Zombie Slain

… followed by three more.

'At least one of them killed themselves… only twenty fucking three more to go."

My eyes trail over to the first-floor apartment windows and my eyes narrow as the first few zombies approach.

"Game, use the skill book."

Skill Gained-

"Power Strike!"

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

The Third zombie grabs my sword arm and bites.

-20 HP

Infection worsened

"Power Strike"

Zombie Slain

Pulling my empty fist out of the zombie's head, I break into a dead run towards the apartments, swinging at the two zombies charging at me with another power strike.

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud.

Zombie Slain

Clenching my teeth, I ignore the sound of many zombies falling and continue to run, even as I hear the growls of three zombies behind me that are both faster than me at this point and definitely catching up.

"Fuck you, you pieces of SHIT! [Plus Ultra] mother fuckers!"

-30 HP

My speed increases and a grin spreads on my face as I approach the glass window and dive bomb into it.

-7 HP

Instantly I turn around and pull out another health potion.

I watch as the three zombies slam into each other, struggling against each other to be the first one to climb through the window, and I can't help myself.

I laugh my fucking ass off.

Even as [Gamer's Mind] tries to crush it, I just keep on fucking laughing.

And swing my sword.

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

And again

Zombie Slain

I grin like a mad man as the remaining zombies fall from the second floor, and the ones already on the ground charge the window.

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

Two die from falling.

Swing!

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

And two from my sword.

And I keep laughing.

Swing swing swing.

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

'Hah! Eight left!'

Swing swing swing!

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

'Take that you shitty game!'

Swing swing swing!

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

Zombie Slain

'And you too, you piece of shit Sponsor!'

Swing!

Zombie Slain

"It's My Win You Fuckers!"

The horde has been reduced to one, the last zombie has evolved to take revenge.

"WHAT THE FU-"

-70 HP

BOOM!

The wall behind me shatters as the zombie slams me through it by the neck.

I flail in midair, both hands wrapped around the zombie's wrist and my sword long gone.

SLAM!

-40 HP

'FUCK! Nononono, fucking bull shit, I'm not going out after fighting fifty-nine zombies in a row!'

Power Strike Power Strike Power Strik-

-5 HP

0/200 SP

'SHIT!'

The zombie, having shrugged off my attack, picks me back up and tears into my shoulder.

-30 HP

Infection majorly worsened.

'You know what? Fuck it! I'm going all in mother fucker!'

I reach into my inventory, pull out my wand… and stab it into the bastard's eye! [Plus Ultra]!

-4 HP (Cannot Consume More HP)

The wand snaps

BOOOOMMMMM!

…

…

…

Quest complete

+25 LUK

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AN: No my other story isn't dead, i just could not for the life of me focus on it with this story idea stuck in my head

Please note: I'm not all that familiar with harry potter's magic or dnd magic, so advice on both of those is welcome

Also, the necromancy part of this story is going to be a gradual thing, meaning you won't really be seeing it for the first few chapters. So if you were expecting to see the MC throwing around an army by chapter three then I'm sorry, but you probably wont like this fic very much.