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The Hunger Chapter 2
There was a book with his name in the title. Before he freaked out and began slinging lightning everywhere he decided to read it. Taking another deep breath, he opened the cover and turned to page 1.
That wasn't right. Harry continued to turn the pages. He read pages in a flash absorbing the information at a break neck speed. "You have gained the title speed reader. All new information read has a chance to increase Int." Harry heard a hoard approaching.
Their gurgles gave them away. Harry quickly locked the door. Using the stone axe, he fortified the door with scrap iron. Taking out some wood he fed the fire and sat on the sofa. He had a lot of reading to do. There were 8 books just sitting on the book shelf all with his name on them.
"You have gained the spells levitate, space expansion, Holy protector spirit, stunner, disarm, killing, pain, and control curse, transfigurations, potions, herbology, charms, defense, teleportation, and the anamorph." Harry threw the last book in the fire in disgust. He married Ginny the best friend's sister. When there were unique women like Fleur, Tonks, and Hermione why choose Ginny.
Harry turned to the sound of dozens of screeches. The room was no longer intact. The only thing keeping Harry safe were a few hastily erected walls. He looked at the time.
It was ten now the lightning mage had taken just four hours to read the entire series. Feeling the lightning essence gathering in his body he had what some call a moment of clarity.
He wasn't in his world anymore and even if he returned he wasn't that Harry. But that didn't mean he hadn't gained anything from his other self's experience. He took out his chicken wand and waved it. The brick walls he made expanded outward. Harry had just stretched the very fabric of reality.
The lightning wielder vanished from sight and appeared beside a tree far from the house. There were hundreds of them destroying the place. The walls collapsed. Space corrected itself violently. All the zombies even Harry himself felt yanked forward.
Peeking at his mana bar he still had plenty for crowd control. Spreading his hands out then cupping them like the maw of a dragon lightning crackled between his fingertips. A massive bolt of lightning flew from his hands and slammed into the group. Harry took off towards them crossbow in one hand wand in his belt.
As soon as he was close enough he fired his bolts into the stunned zombies. Without the ability to dodge the were sitting ducks. He started with the dogs they were the fastest during the day.
No sooner had he finished them off did the screamers come to. They shrieked once more and more zombies began to stumble out of the wood works encircling Him. He put away his cross bow and withdrew a machete.
In the crowd surrounding Harry there were nurses, pregnant mothers, men seven feet tall with chainsaws, the screamers red eyed women with flowing black hair and claws, and of course the overweight clones of his uncle.
Harry slashed the throat of the nearest nurse and blasted the hulking men with small bolts of lightning. The screamers stood back and continued to screech. They had to die first or this would never end. He was still woozy from the last time he teleported but it was now or never.
The lightning mage appeared behind the farthest screamer and cleaved her head I twain with his machete. Black blood sizzled and popped from the electrical current moving through the weapon.
Harry charged up another volley of lightning bolts and rained them on the horde. They struck at random but when they hit true it was a kill. But it gave him time to corner another screamer and hamstring her. As she stumbled Harry slammed his wand into her face and unleashed a concentrated bolt of electricity.
It went like that until the screamers were no more. He was about to teleport away after the last screamer died only for a chain saw to smash across his back. -300HP bleeding.
Harry turned to see a grinning lumber jack. His eyes were blood red and his chain saw splattered red blood on the ground. A cross bow bolt slammed into the large zombie's eye. The wound healed over at the cost of even more HP. Harry took a hand full of pain killers to hasten his recovery. He had just over 100 HP now just over what he started with.
Luckily that was the last lumber jack of the group. The others quickly died from judicious use of more lightning. From there he went through the long process of looting all the bodies. He found a bunch of schematics, coats, better wands, canned food, and rotten meat. Taking everything that would fit in his inventory he felt the confetti sound rupture his ear drums.
"You have survived a massive horde and now the settings have changed from casual to Hard mode. Congratulations you now receive more loot and xp from your kills. All zombies will have slight lightning resistance, more HP, and they will be far more intelligent thank you from the Herald company." Harry rubbed his temples and collected the last of the hide for the zombie dogs. He now had just enough to make a forge and possibly that poncho he had been salivating over.
Back at his home he had successfully placed his forge in a cobblestone shed out behind his own home. Well to say he placed a forge would be a miscount he had spent hours hunting more deer. Thus, he now had ten forges.
They were breaking down stone, iron, copper, lead, clay, and gold. It sucked having to make anvils for all of them but he knew it would be worth it.
Now, he was letting the materials smelt. For now, he had greater concerns. He was turning animal fat into glue. He was then going to use the glue to stick wooden pikes horizontally on his brick walls.
It was all to beef up his defenses for the night. At 6 in the afternoon it was still light so the zombies couldn't run. As soon as night hit he knew he would be hit hard. Especially with 4 forges active. And by god he wouldn't turn off his heat just for a bunch of bimbo screamers.
His last fight against a horde had nearly killed him but it gave him 12 levels. He was now level 27 he now had 105 skills points he could allocate. Then there were his stats themselves.
Harry Potter
lv 27
HP 69k
MP 69k
SP 69k
Str 33(35)
Dex 10(15)
Agl 5
Int 25(40)
Wis 100(135)
Luc 5
Harry decided he was better off using his points rather than being weak. With his massive increase in wisdom he felt his mana supply recover much faster. He also increased his dexterity and strength.
While he waited for his materials to smelt he decided that he might as well cheat. On the outside of his wall he began to add several more layers. Soon his nine-meter-tall wall extended dozens of meters outward.
Just as he walked through the long arch gate back to his tower he heard a screech. There were wooden pikes covering the walls and vault doors were the only entry and exit point. Harry was calm in his territory.
He placed a hand on one of the vault doors and ran a current through it. XP filled him letting him know he had killed a few. More and more screamers began to wail as they cut themselves to ribbons on wooden pikes. Then he heard it a wail that made him cover his ears.
"Banshee the evolved form of the screamer. Her wails attack the soul and destroy structure with sound waves alone." As his eyes finished looking over the ridiculous text he took a deep breath. His mana bar was half full he had plenty of power to push around.
A massive explosion tore through his brick wall. "Wight evolved form of the bloater zombie. This zombie loses its heavy exterior for a more streamline body. A touch from this creature can paralyze their prey." Harry felt cheated.
As more layers of his home were ripped through by this creature fear gripped him. Perhaps no defense was full proof. He teleported above his wall and held himself aloft with telekinesis. He pushed off with his feet and hoped his focus wouldn't waver. Flying cost, him about 5MP per second.
Lightning crackled around his form like some god of lightning he sparked forebodingly. Even here surrounded by his power and attacked on all sides. He felt like he was in his cupboard holding the door closed so his uncle couldn't get in. This was a test to see if this was truly as inevitable as that.
He thrust his hand out after gathering a considerable amount of lightning. Instead of the quick and precise bolts he once used this attack held more weight. A massive white laser blasted from his hand onto the zombies and for a moment everything he touched died.
That attack alone cost him 5000MP combined with keeping himself aloft this would be difficult. A part of him wanted to just stay aloft and wait out the night. But that would be the same as choosing to fail to Harry. Such a choice in his mind was impossible.
Instead of attacking at random he aimed for the Banshee. Pointing his finger now to truly concentrate the beam of lightning he aimed at the red-haired lady who looked like a screamer. As he st.
The zombies as one looked up at him. For a moment, he stared at their hungry sunken eyes. There was no middle ground between them. He would destroy them or they would destroy him.
His last beam attack cost him a mere 2000MP much cheaper than his former. Time slowed as he picked off the banshee then the screamers. The zombies did everything they could to avoid his attacks. They hid behind his wall and threw stones at him but it was useless at his height.
The screamers kept coming. With his fire, he attracted an endless number of the zombie scouts. He was running low on mana and had to swap to his crossbow. The extra dexterity his enchanted weapon made killing the zoms at a distance easier. It still took 20 head shots to kill the Wight.
As the sun rose on day three he wasn't unscathed psychologically or physically. The Wight could throw rocks with precise strikes. Along his ribs, he had a serious number of bruises.
"You have gained XP level 40 65 skill points. Hard has increased to undead world lion, tiger, and bear undead have been added." Harry placed 40 into Wis and the last 25 in Agl. His body went from child body builder to a much leaner build.
At this point, Harry didn't care he just wanted to get this over with. From his kills, he had around a hundred dice 50yellow, 30blue, and 20red. He took all the red in one giant hand full and rolled them.
"Because you rolled them all at once a new feature has been added. Rolling more ups, the stakes higher outputs equal far greater results. You can't make money without spending it. You scored 342 of 400 you gain the spell Burst – fuel your strength, speed, and dexterity with mana and stamina to increase them to insane levels. 1st burst 1.5x multiplier 2nd 2x multiplier so on. Each burst doubles the mana and stamina required to fuel the technique.
Harry had honestly wanted to give the system the middle finger he didn't really think he would get anything from it. Heck he wasn't even having a migraine from this. Must have been his increased intelligence. At least now he was less likely to become Dumbledore's man. Harry shivered at the play on words.
Well on to the blue. His wall spell was honestly great for building a fortress but he needed something a bit more personal. He took the whole thirty and threw them. If it didn't work, he could always hunt for another 5blue dice. "You have scored 400 of 600 you have acquired mana armor. Mana armor – armor made of mana that mimics any kind of mortal armor known or imagined. This armor is only limited by the user's imagination. At level 1 the armor requires 5000MP to cast and 50MP per minute to maintain. Increasing the level of this skill also increases the ease of which the armor can be customized." That was strangely exactly what he wanted. Ok he had 50yellow dice. Better now than never.
He rolled the fifty. "You have scored 999 of 1000 you have gained the support trait Nyarlathotep's Will. Nyarlathotep's Will – Power, shape, and thought your form is now fluid and is a concept up to interpretation. You can now shape shift yourself and others endlessly. When you change another, you must surpass their will with your own more mana increases the chance of transformation."
Another message scrolled over his watch. "Attention player you now have 2 god tier skills from this point on the difficulty will be set to legendary 2. All enemies have 2.5x max health all zombies run. At night zombies are 2x faster.
Harry equipped the mana armor immediately. Around his soft human skin organic plate mail appeared. Time seemed to freeze as the sound zombies rang out through the world.
Day 4
Day three had been a learning experience for Harry. Although his armor leveled up the more damage was dealt to it he learned that he really couldn't take a hit. Zombies were incredibly fast and they came in all variants. Lion zombies could break arms and legs with a single strike, and bear zombies could smell him from anywhere. So, Harry decided to move bases.
Then there was the voice in his head. "Hello little leech." It said. "Shall I teach you the wonders of dreams and nightmares." Sometimes it would just give suggestions in architecture. "Why don't you go off the rails and build a pyramid house or better yet build one that resembles a face?" Then there was the puking. Whenever he tried to eat normal food he would puke his guts out.
Nothing seemed to satisfy him anymore. Even water made him puke now. But he wasn't getting weaker or losing weight. No, he felt stronger now than ever.
"Silly child no matter what you put in your mouth there can no longer be satisfaction in gluttony. Only knowledge and secrets and sate your hunger now." Harry ignored the weird voice in favor of his watch.
His hunger and thirst meters haven't been decreasing so everything was good. He supposed if he didn't also puke a strange black substance. "Look upon the stars, reach out to them, and cup them in your hands. If you are truly mighty then swallow them whole to display your dominance." Yes, per the voice, he could absorb things like light and use them as food.
The zombies weren't really a threat so much as an unending nuisance. Another glance at his mana gage put him around 128kMP. When the sun was over head he regained MP, HP, and SP almost instantly.
At night was a different story. The screamers had long since evolved from banshee, to siren, and finally Deva. A siren could confuse the senses via inner ear and force a human to walk willingly into their clutches. A Deva could create an illusion with sound alone. Even as their victim was ripped apart they would think they were at home in bed. If not for his damage meters Harry would have met a similar fate.
Luckily judicial laser blasts have scarred the earth digging trenches and sculpting the hill his fortress sat atop. On this day snow rained down without end. Winter was coming as it said in one of his many found books. He would be ready. Harry collected coal, wood, and nitrate powder he had finally moved out of the crossbow age and evolved to a shotgun.
Now at the evening of his fourth day he waited shotgun in hand armor gleaming for the coming zombie hordes. Harry had one giant forge now larger and able to output far faster than any of his other forges.
5th day
The snow continued to fall he was now lv 80 after multiple zombie hordes. Time moved ever forward and the zombies kept getting stronger. He let out a breath and looked over at his owl Hedwig. He transformed a Deva into it.
The white owl still held a set of blue eyes that seemed to pull at the soul. "How are you doing today Hedwig." Harry said.
"Hungry give me blood and flesh." Harry patted his bird gently on the head and gave her a helping of a deer he killed recently. She ripped into it and began to guzzle the blood like the finest wine.
"It is important to discipline your minions. Why don't you turn her into a leech and let her flop on the ground? That will humble her." Harry instead of responding to the voice continued to pet his bird.
She was his first friend and what better friend could a boy ask for than a talking owl. Harry sat on his throne like chair and watched as endless waves of zombies ran into various landmines further scarring the world. Most of the time the bomb wasn't effective enough so Harry zapped them. Those that ran away he allowed to live. Harry now had 1000 stacks of dice but he chose not to use them.
The entirety of his main base was now made of steel. Only the strongest of zombies made it to him and even they often fell before his lightning powers. So, in his downtime Harry meditated.
Using his will alone he drew in the lightning essence form the world around him and merged it with himself. It was developing into a bubble of power within himself. He knew that when the time came the core needed to be squeezed like a sponge. The purest liquid form of essence needed to infuse his body and the core needed to become denser.
Now was not the time to squeeze it he needed the core to burst at the seams. It was almost time to evolve past the human limit and become a fighter. He just had to keep breathing.
Day 7 evening
Harry no longer used weapons he considered them clunky. He had read all of Star Wars and took a distinct Darth Sidious approach to weapons. The lightning mage could now use force lightning or a bastardized version of it.
Today was the final day Harry flew over the world aglow in a halo of lightning energy. Around him was the eye of a blizzard mightier and more terrible than any the world had ever known.
At ten years, old Harry had made a home here. The steel and flames from his forge were the only thing left to combat the icy cold clawing at the world.
At midnight approached he could hear the beat of mighty wings. Fear gripped at his heart as the cold tried to overtake him. But before his own mental and physical scars it held no grip.
Harry had grown in these seven days. Though not a man he had matured. Mad Eye Moody's constant vigilance was taken to heart. There were no more zombies laying siege to his castle.
There was nothing besides the sound of flapping wings. Harry's hair stood on end in a flame like hair style due to the massive amount of electricity running through his body.
His eyes glowed a deep green. Emerald lightning sparked around his body as he floated above the ground. Using his transformation abilities, he altered his body to a more teenage appearance.
Wind howled in his ears only drowned out by the sound of flapping. Were there zombie bats now. Was some massive bat man out there? Midnight finally passed now in four hours he would be.
The cold suddenly took his breath away. Trees all around him hardened then shattered. But worse of all he could feel the presence of the being that seemed to steal the heat from the world.
An entity made itself known to him. Its flesh was cold incarnate. Its very breath took the cold from the world and returned it a thousand-fold. It was a machine built to freeze worlds.
"Winter has arrived. What are you some kind of Devil?" Harry said. The creature had the face of a man, massive goat horns on its head, and the body of a dragon.
"I am Krampus the spirit of taking. You have been given much Harry Potter and now I am here to take it all." A frown crossed Harry's face.
"What of the Dursley's they took and took from me. Did you come to take from them?" Harry said.
"Your Albus Dumbledore has already dealt with those retches. But you have taken divine powers into yourself. Skills never meant for mortals have been stitched into your very soul and psyche. I am the only one who can restore you to what you were always meant to be. If you just let me take from you then all of this will be over." Three bolts beam of lightning energy struck the demon but he didn't blink. "So be it."
Krampus opened his mouth impossibly wide and blew out a mini blizzard. Before it struck the demon slammed into Harry smashing him downward with gravity. They fell into Harry's castle of steel and fire. Molten metal began to spew forth only to freeze in Krampus's presence.
Harry kicked the giant lizard off him and raised his fingers. Lances of lightning burst forth and washed over Krampus. But it seemed to do little more than irritate the dragon. Harry began to retreat out of the cold further into his domain.
As Harry ran into the main chamber of his castle he closed the vault doors behind him. Time seemed to slow down as the demon ripped through wall after wall of steel.
In the main forge room Harry began to gather the heat into himself as he crafted a massive ball of plasma. He expanded and condensed it forging a ball of death and destruction. "Such an attack won't work. But why fight this demon with brute force. You are better than that. With the power to manipulate matter what threat does a creature of the elements pose." Harry ignored the voice. Now wasn't the time to create demons to fight his battle for him. No, he had to focus.
Just before Krampus ripped through the final door and slew Harry potter the boy teleported. He watched the forge, the massive furnace continued to generate heat even with Krampus so close.
Harry raised his death ball over his head. The energy it gave off seemed to challenge the massive blizzard overhead. Just as his forge winked out he unleashed the attack.
His will forced the ball of plasma down faster than gravity and it struck true. Light and the absence of heat clashed but Krampus was old and powerful. If a mere ball of plasma was enough to end it then it would have been slain long ago.
The dragon of ice and avarice burst free of the energy attack and flew upwards towards Harry. Shards of ice the size of coffee tables began to rain from the sky.
Without his forge to draw upon his mana was dropping quickly. It was the storm it leeched his power. Even now he could see his maximum MP gauge decrease.
Krampus made a pass and his claws ripped through the mana armor. The force of the blow knocked Harry through several trees. He only stopped when he was imbedded deep in a hill.
Harry was in a daze deep in the earth when he heard the pounding of Krampus's claws. He checked his watch only thirty minutes left. Could he even run for that long. Well maybe if he transformed there was a chance.
His matured ten-year-old mind was moving as fast as it could to come up with a clear image. HP was cut in half and his MP wasn't recovering very fast. But there was one form he could take the one from his nightmares.
Just as Krampus was about to dig the boy out of his hole and finish him a massive beast exploded outward. This creature was large. It towered nearly 20 stories. Its head was a massive dragon with eyes that were nuclear reactors. This long dragon head and neck came from a torso that was packed with corded muscle and a back filled with spines like a porcupine. Its arms were long, its hands contained spindly fingers. It had legs like a T-rex and a tail with massive sucking tentacles at the end.
When the creature tuned its alien gaze upon Krampus the spirit of Avarice felt hate in its icy heart. Hatred at the fates that put him up to this and hatred towards himself for being gullible enough to become their tool.
Harry lost himself to his new form. His massive jaws opened wide and a beam of plasma fell upon the world. The heat was so intense that the blizzard over head was disturbed.
He turned his massive head looking for the bug that hurt him. Hail continued to rain the chunks smashed against his body to no affect. Even the cold that had leeched his power away was halted.
Harry felt strange his eye sight was clearer than it had ever been. If he focused, he could count the many hail stones before the hit the ground. Everything was so slow even his opponent.
Krampus was charred and blackened, blood that glowed a bright blue fell from his body. The demon had lost he knew it. Whatever the fates had forced him to fight was far stronger than him. If he had been at his prime things would be different. But like this there was no way to win. With a final push, he put his whole existence behind a final attack.
Slowly a blue blur caught Harry's attention. Though he could track the demon's movements he couldn't move fast enough to dodge. So instead he opened his maw once more and charged a massive ball of plasma.
With a mighty roar his plasma breath met the cold form of the demon of avarice. For a second it looked like his attack would destroy the blue speck but it wasn't to be. The demon moved out of his plasma breath beam and punched a hole through Harry's monstrous chest.
The hole was tiny in comparison to his body but it itched like a thousand angry ants. He felt the skin crawl back together his unholy body sealing up the wound. His head turned to see the creature.
What life was in its demonic eyes was gone. A smile graced its cracked and broken face. As it crumbled into dust Harry leveled up again he was finally lv100. He put the last of his points into luck.
Just as he placed the points the screen vanished. Everything disappeared except for the feeling of power and knowledge he had gained. Even now that he had returned to human form the watch that was on his wrist was gone.
Instead he heard a voice. "You have completed undead survival training alfa. As a reward, you may keep all knowledge and powers you have obtained. This world may be unlocked to you in the future but for now you will be sent back to your world. Please select your location." Before Harry could say a word, another message flashed. "Location Tokyo Japan has been selected. Please enjoy you trip. Please enjoy the inflight music during your trip." Harry heard the song Crazy Train as the world around him vanished.
Lights and sounds flashed before his eyes as he was sent hurtling towards his destination. When next he opened his eyes, he met the red eyes of a purple haired woman. Red tentacles Burst from her back as she raced at the Lightning Mage.
The Fates three old crones felt the distinct lack of connection to their savior. Their gaze fell upon Dumbledore who was busily using the imperious curse to make puppets out of every dark Wizengamot member who bore the dark mark. With his fast action, there was little chance he wouldn't gain the minister position.
It was a good thing they had a spare. One Lilith Potter the adopted daughter of Dracula and heir to all the souls he collected. She was a Nosferatu like her maker and more powerful than any witch or wizard alive to date. They figured with the right amount of nerfing she would make a fine chosen one.
They twisted their looms and crafted a new story. She would love Cedric and marry Draco. Her every desire will be to please them it will be fun bending her will.
Now all they had to do was point her at the rogue Dumbledore. They salivated at the opportunity to set the world as they want it. With a single letter written by Lily Potter to one Severus Snape they stage was set.
Chapter end
Hey this is Ultimatedaywriter and I would like to thank you for reading. Please review if you have the time. I am open to suggestions for the plot of the Tokyo Ghoul side of things. I will tell you it will be more about reactions than combat. It doesn't really plan to Nerf Harry anytime soon. In my next chapter I plan to develop his character and present his personality.