Name: John Escoda / "Apocalypse"
Epithet: Doom Tracker, Death's Wind, Silent Killer (Glass Cannon)
Race: Heteromorphic Race, Insect: Centipede
Allegiance: (Former) member of "Hateful Eights", ally to Ainz Ooal Gown
Residence: Currently None
Karma: Positive 300 Lawful Good
Level: 100
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Racial Level
Arachnid Lord (5)
Ancient Chilopoda (5)
Elder Insect (10)
Job Class
Path Finder (5)
Tech-Gunner (5)
Techno-mancer (5)
Marksmen (5)
Elite Survivalist (5)
Expert Gunner (10)
Hitman (10)
Tri-Seeker (10)
Elite Ranger (15)
Skilled Weapon Smith (15)
Etc (20)
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HP: 52
MP: 58
Phy. Atk: 76
Phy. Def: 64
Mag. Atk: 91
Mag. Def: 75
Agility: 82
Resistance: 88
Special Ability: 97
Total: 683
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Apoc, or rather by his fake name 'Jim', was walking on a dirt path leading to the direction to the entrance of the next zone.
Before he left, he was given a large backpack, some food, and gifts from the refugees and dwellers from Florencia. Of course, he couldn't refuse their gifts, he quickly thought of placing them onto his void inventory, while wearing the backpack that is filled with food. And so of course, being a kind-hearted person, he used and kept their gifts.
After all, it would be kinda a bit of waste and useless if he doesn't use the backpack he was given for no reason. So making an idealistic mind with the bag, every time he decides to put something into his bag and couldn't fit, it would at least hide his void inventory whenever he pulls something out or puts something it too.
The weight on the pack would need at least a strong person to carry them, but we're talking about a lvl 100 player so that sht isn't f**king worth his attention and is basically nothing... Nothing...
Anyways, he used {Scan} every 20 minutes to check if there are any living beings or unnatural presence in the scan. Though he only made it limited to 200 meters radius to not waste up his MP. He could use his skill version of it, but its range is only 50 meters and couldn't adjust the AoE so it's useless unless in a dire situation of no MP left. And the cooldown of the skill is quite a btch to wait too.
Walking through a forest with the rubble of ruins every few minutes would be passed by, and for him playing too many survival games, he couldn't help but search through piles of trash and debris for supplies. And every part, supply, scrap he could find useful, he placed them into his bag while placing the ones that couldn't fit into his void inventory.
The reason why collecting trash and other useful materials of junk were that of his Elite Survivalist job class. It would make any junk of scrap or material into a resource, but that depends on the grade-material on the junk.
If we were to say a chunk of reinforced titanium, then it would turn into a one mid-tier ingot for crafting. But if it were a 20-ton pile of metal scrap, then it would be converted into a one low-tier ingot.
And it greatly has its ups and downs.
The job class would have Craftsman, Blacksmith, Weapons Smith, basically, some specific utility job classes, into a one compressed job class. But the huge downside is that they would be penalized by several lvls below. But having the job class with an 'Elite' title, its penalty would be decreased and letting it be used half of its class potential power, comparable lvl of a 52-54 utility-based player.
So basically some people would have this utilized job class for getting high chances of resources outside the safe zones of YGGDRASIL worlds.
(Again, sorry for the repetition of the plot. Force of habit from mine)
And almost seems like a walk that continues on forever, he reached a really really tall ass wall and looked towards the top of it. He walked towards it and touches it experimentally, the wall is smooth like polished rock.
He wondered on how to get on the other side of the wall before slapping himself on the cheek for thinking such a thing, he is a f**king lvl 100 Pker, what and how could a mere f**King wall stop him?
He chuckled lowly before bending his legs and jumped onto the wall. He had gotten used to his body quite quick, managing every able and obvious moves he could do in his body.
He slightly widens his eyes on the sight of a city that brightens up with lights, of color yellow and purple. He had never this kind of sight in his life before, he remembered on looking through pictures of the past with cities looking like this before and it was quite a beauty, compared to the present world he had been, it was really awful, just towering metal structures with smog covering it.
He's really glad on whatever had brought him here into this new world. It is truly a whole new world to experience. Not counting those annoying H-Demons in the way and possibly other monstrosities that he knows are truly weak to be a threat to him.
But of course, remembering what his former clan master/leader has said that would make him remember forever: "Expect the unexpected"
He smirked at the memory of his comrade's words before jumping down and making a crater of smoke when he landed. It sounded like the ground had split apart forcefully when he did, before casually walking to the city before him.
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'Argh, what the f**ks?' He made glances as he walked around. And the sight of everything around him made him frown with disappointed.
He is currently walking through is a place full of Demans doing whatever the f**k they want really. He is really glad that there aren't any trashes around compared to his previous life or world, which trashes are almost everywhere on sight, but the sight of humans being abused and treated like f**king slaves disgusted him.
He wanted to save them, but thinking about through this made him hesitated not to. If he saved them, what will he do? Get them to one of the human's havens? It will attract any possible unwanted attention, not that he is worried about nothing, but he is really cautious about doing the unknown and the consequences it might bring in the future. And if anything of such a possible opportunity, he will definitely save them.
Unfortunately for them, it had to be some other time...
His trigger finger twitched several times whenever he saw an abused human on the streets, really makes his blood boil to kill and protect the innocent.
But of course, he already experienced that no one is innocent forever, only time will make them know that.
While in his train of thoughts, he didn't manage to notice of a Deman in front of him and bumped into him accidentally. "-Hey! Watch where ya going!" He said in an upset tone.
"Oh, sorry about that." He apologized and quickly walked away, but before he could do that he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey! You can't walk away from me like that!" He said annoyingly and threateningly. "You owe me a soda from that!"
"What'd you mean?" He raised a brow before he could ask more, the Deman pointed onto his wet-stained shirt, he immediately connected pieces up together. "Oh." He also noticed that they were wearing some kind of combat gear, nothing that he had taken note of, but he is really curious about why are they wearing black goth-like clothes along with some strapped clothing around them?
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"-Hey, what'ya wearing a mask like that?" One of the Deman said questionably. Some of the group eyed at him with suspicion, he noticed few of them are smiling sadistically. Not sure why.
"The mask? Oh don't mind it, I really don't like anyone to see nor to know my face." He said as he shrugged casually. He used {Scan} to check any other Demans around, and weren't around within 30 meters, so he's clear to beat the f**kers out.
"Oh? Take off the mask then." He said as he placed his hand on his back, no doubtingly preparing to grab his whatever his weapon strapped onto his back. His pals followed in suit.
"...Can I say no?" The Deman, along with the ones around him followed on, immediately pulled out a small spiked club. The others around him grabbed their weapons consisting of a baton, whips, brass knuckles, and hammer.
"Then it seems there's no damn choice then." He dodged a swing from a baton coming to his face before side-stepping out of the way from the group.
"What the hell? How did he move that fast?"
"Oh, who cares! A f**king human managed to get into the place, let's turn him into a slave and get some btches to f**k!" That ticked him, quite big.
'So these guys are f**king slavers? F**k letting them leave, death is waiting for f**kers like you!' He stood still before leaping towards them, making them be surprised at that act. He managed to do a sweeping kill with his arm and got several of them. Of course, even with his current strength weaken, it's still a one-hit from his attacks and these Demans are literally just wheat to be harvested.
"What the f**k!? He killed them instantly!"
"Is he even human!?"
"-Tch, who f**king cares anymore, kill him!" They all screamed with their battle cries towards the lone figure in front of them. Unfortunately, this would be their last moment.
And before they do, Apoc decided to quickly end the f**kers without giving them any mercy. He slowly walked forward, one of the Demans rushed at him with a lead, spiked pipe on hand and tried to hit him which badly turned out for him.
Apoc simply punched through the weapon, and instantly killing the Deman. The others were surprised and shocked by this, but they simply attacked him out of fear and stupidity...
Apoc dodged and punched his way through the group/gang of Deman slavers, lethally killing them in the most brutal fashion possible out of anger. The Deman slavers were simply weak as well as their weapons.
One of them managed to get a lucky hit on Apoc's face, with the momentum of the force of impact, he was knocked back several meters but stood tall. He wasn't even hurt by a bit from that attack.
He checked his mask by touching it without removing to see if there are cracks on it. And to his relief, there's none. He's quite glad that the mask is surprisingly durable, he'll check on this later. Because the Deman is about to pay for attacking his mask.
He again dashed to the last 4 Demans and smashed their heads off with a simple punch. Using his skills or any other weapons - with the exception of [Ranger's Sequoia] as he was testing their capabilities - it's quite worthless of using them.
Apoc slowly fixed his mask into a comfortable position before standing and suddenly went from serious into a comical stance of position. "AHH SHT! I SHOULD HAVE LET ONE OF THEM LIVE!" He grabbed his head out from frustration.
"I should have asked one of them where they put the slaves at! Sht!" He shouted before calming himself down with a big, frustrated sigh. "F**k, know I need to ask one of these guys around here somewhere." He walked away, fixing his gloves into a comfortable feeling as well.
"{Scan: Human}" An invisible wave appeared out from the surrounding of Apoc, and several waves came back to him, getting the locations of where the enslaved humans are in the city.
He cracked his knuckles, before equipping his [Ranger's Sequoia] and changed the color of his mask into a berserk theme, red and black, same as his carapace color theme.
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Going through building to building, kill all Demans within the location, and saving enslaved humans, of course by doing so he had to render them unconscious for the time being which enables him to work his way quite smoothly.
He summoned 2 dozen Fly Trappers, basically it's a goblin-sized bee and with its colors going with the obvious theme of black and yellow. Their arsenal is trapping equipment, a decently enchanted crossbow repeater, a worn-out cloak enchanted with a low-tier {Camouflage}. They are decent in ambushing and guerrilla tactics. They are lvls 25-28, one is enough to deal with a dozen Demans, but a Tri-Horn? Not a chance, but can manage to deal with them if with a group.
Anyways, they were told to scout out specific areas consisting of enslaved humans around, and eliminate any Demans around within the radius of the locations while being hidden of course f**king obvious.
The Arachnid Lord racial job class is a bit useless back in YGGDRASIL, but here? Its a really good stress relief. He can summon low-med tier insects without using too much MP which is a good bonus, but summoning an Emperor Ant or Montus Venator would take huge chunks of his MP that he would need at least a day to restore it back to full.
And comparing that to his ally and comrade Momonga, he would be able to summon several of them without worrying about his MP due to the limit he had gone through.
'Really amazing for him.'
He also summoned a decent amount of Worker Ants which requires little to nothing amount of Mana needed for them to be summoned. While the Warrior Ants took a small bit of chunk of his MP, but nothing too serious of the MP drainage.
The Worker Ants may have a bit of decent combat prowess. Their specialty is composed of making structures and constructs, as well for supporting in combat as their attack is spitting acid to their enemies.
While the Warrior Ants are basically 'Dinosaur Ants', and their tanks really. Their passive is almost the same as an Undead Knight, but they absorb the taken damage on them and divert it back to their enemies if an opportunity can be seen. So they can last a minute longer than an Undead Knight in terms of HP. To which, both are good for tanks.
(They exist in real life actually, check it out)
The Worker Ants, you could say they are the size of a car. And for the Warrior Ants are obviously bigger than the Workers and is the same size of a bus.
Workers are lvl 18-19, Warriors are lvl 32-34.
(Earth Defense Force ladies and gentlemen...)
Enough of their description, they were summoned to help their master onto carrying the rescued unconscious humans outside of the zone and get them to Florencia, which the dwellers there wouldn't expect a giant f**king ant out of nowhere, with the exception of Hanzo being informed privately about it using {Message}. Though he did know that the reaction of Hazon would be greatly surprised and he would not believe in what he told him telepathically, he was quickly reminded on the scene where the Jim (Apoc) resurrected and saved her daughter from her previous condition of being zombified.
Thus of course, like his clan master said before in almost all times of difficult situation; 'Expect the unexpected'.
Anyways, he did found some nasty sights during the rescue of the enslaved humans, some to which have died from too much abusement coming to them, and few other things as well.
He could spare several revive items on them, but he didn't and wouldn't. Wasting them on beings that may have a chance to get killed one day in this world would be a possible waste of his resources. And that he thought coldly of. And it was logical.
As he rescued them, he didn't feel any strong emotions when he had saw them being extremely mistreated but felt nothing. Only the void of the dark coldness of no emotion.
He's worried and concerned about that. He made a thought that both his mental human mind is only but a fragrance of nothing in his newly transference onto his YGGDRASIL character, no, his own body...
He is one with it now, and this is the reality. And he accepted the cold, hurting truth.
But he couldn't dwell in the past now, and only to move forward ahead. But he can learn from the past and know them possibly into the future. Or simply because he has no f**king time and want to know of this unknown f**king world quickly as possible.
He really hoped that he'll be able to find his comrades in this damned-forsaken world. But he doubted it sincere used {Message} several times, no, dozen of times just a day ago and now, it didn't reach out to anyone obviously.
But he didn't want to give up and lose hope that he may never find his comrades in this damn world, possibly in another dimension, of a f**king universe, but as always, there are many kinds of possibilities to which some he doesn't want to know... I'm writing random shit right now since my head hurts a bit, can't think clearly.
Ignore the sht. Moving on...
Apoc scavenged the Slaver buildings for supplies, weapons, but mostly on scraps. The weapons, he could just convert them into scrap and into resources. And would possibly make something out of a handy. He even found caches of cash in some places where humans were enslaved. He questioned himself on why would the f**king Demans need this but waved the thought away as he took a guess that even in this kind of place of a world, there is always currency around. He took them just in case, cause he had a feeling he'll be needing them sometime later.
He stuffed the things onto his Void inventory. Sometimes he wished that he has a [Bag of Holding] kept around with him sometimes, but he knows that it would only make him quite mad if he died and lose all the loot.
He never wishes to experience it again after farming an item for almost 3 days... And gets killed after walking out of the Boss Room a few minutes later just to be killed for it... Never again...
He then senses from his anti-magic detection skills notifying him of another attempt to spy on him, but his anti-detection magic lvls were quite high and the one who tried to scry him wouldn't be able to get his info since it's not quite strong enough. Noting to be lvl 60 of a spell.
'Heh, you cant look at me btch!' He made a 'fuck you' sign and waved it around, hopefully making the one who tried to spy at him would see it but he knew it wouldn't since it blocked it out now.
After scavenging the place, he then walked out and dusted himself. Dirt would sometimes get in the way of him doing something... Something...
Walking around the streets, he noticed a convenience store that seemed to be on with electricity. He scanned anything in it, and there he sensed several Demans inside out of his displeasure.
He sighed before walking into the store, a bell rung as he opened the door, making everyone to notice that someone came in.
Few Demans took a glance at the newcomer before returning to what they are doing now. Apoc walked around the place and browsed through the stocks of food and drinks.
'Hmmmm. Not a bad thought of having to try one of these out.' He grabbed a soda from the fridge, with a name of 'Kola Kool', which he raised a brow at the name. The price is 3$.
He then paid it to the cashier and went out. He is still looking at the drink's name, quite amused on its name. He chuckled before twisting the cap off and drank it.
It kinda surprised him, the taste was quite carbonated with a tasty texture of its smooth liquid flavor.
'It's good.' He then walked to wherever would lead him around, and drank the beverage without care.
Sometime later, he used the map of the city, on which he has gotten it from one of the Slave buildings a while ago, to find a gateway leading to the 5th zone. It took him quite a while to find where he is currently at on the map.
He found one, which would be a tunnel going through the mountains and onto the next zone of a city. On a few minutes of walking his way to the location of the entrance, he had enough.
"F**K THIS SHT! I AINT GONNA WALK MY ASS FOREVER!" He threw his hand in the air on giving up before looking around to see if there are any Deman bystanders around, and used {Scan} to be sure of it. He found none within the eyesight's reach, which is good.
He placed his hand onto his void inventory and grabbed a small, circular, black stone with a glowing horse rune on it.
'How the f**k do I summon you thy horse?' He examined the stone for a good while before casting his MP onto it.
It glowed brightly. And almost by the moment of doing so, something materialized in front of him.
He slightly narrowed his eyes from the bright light shining onto him, before blinking his eyes to get a clear sight onto the thing.
He made a smile at this sight. His mount is in front of him.
A horse with a glowing red mane along with its tail behind it, making faint smoke that was slowly going down to the ground. Its hooves were smoking as well with the same color.
He walked a few steps forward and stroke its face, the horse closed its eyes as it enjoyed it's master's touch.
"Great to see you again, old buddy." He patted its head a few times. The horse made a happy snort as if replying back to him. Apoc felt really calm at this, even when he couldn't summon his mount a few minutes ago before knowing how to.
He quickly hopped onto its back and stroked its head before seating properly. 'Now, how do I ride you?' It took him quite a full minute for him to ride around his mount. But surprisingly, he just made a thought of going onto that direction and his mount moved to where he wanted to go, which surprised him a bit but nevertheless glad he had noticed this.
'So I could just move by a thought eh? Welp, glad to know. Since I don't even really know how to ride a horse.' He thought uneasily. He let out a small, weak chuckle before gripping the halter with his free hand and his other onto his pack. A habit of making sure his bag won't fall off, even though it's tightly secured onto his shoulders.
"Alright, let's go then, buddy." He made a weak smile beneath his mask.
The horse let out a sound of an affirmative response.
Apoc then moved forward onto the deserted streets ahead, and let a cool breeze winded his coat like a badass walking away from a scene.