...is so surprising. I mean, I can walk again, but interred in this armored body. This corpse fits slightly, yet works for me methods of fighting

The HUD now shows an ammo counter and a power percentage. I think I'm still Jonathan Lacks by the way

The HUD goes like this:

Ammo: 600/INF

PWR 100% usage

A compass in the center-up

A timer in the upper-right, measuring the time in hours for a year, in a countdown

A representation of my new body, all in blue, divided into sections, each joint, each screw, each bullet, barrel, module, everything divided in sections

When I open the power usage submenu, I see this

Healer/resurrector device: 15%

Self-repair systems: 15%

Toxic claws: 40%

HUD: 5%

Engines: 20%

Cooling: 1%

NTm: 2%

Palm-mounted press: 2%

Returning to this world, I noted that a pathway of several hundred kilometers long was where I am actually walking, but at the stunning speed of ten kilometers per hour. Ooooh, so fast. Crawlers over here and there, thousands of them at best. They're a good source of entertainment and loot. Killing them gives me something resembling satisfaction, the sounds of them roaring and I firing and slashing feels so ASMR to me

"BLOODSHED TIME!!!" shouted I via a voice grill I had somewhere

The monsters came even in more numbers. HELL YEAH, I fired and slashed my way thru them, stomped some of them. My body was now blood-red, just like one shall be...

After a few hours, less than ten, of walking, I found a corpse as untouched as entire it wasn't. There wasn't its legs, nor face skin. And hadn't ears, at least of human. It, instead, had in its hands' remnants, a piece of hardware. Its body wasn't downside. Its face was looking with anger rather than fear, its body cared for the object. I don't wanna slash it to acquire the thing. I, instead, used my palm-mounted press in my left hand to, with all care, take the object from her hands, discovering that it was a demihuman, specifically, a horse-type one, because of its ears. So precious body, I can tell, not so voluptous, not so excessively edited by Amaterasu. I know she repopulated this place, but, how can I deduce that? Is so confusing, yet I have to resist the curiosity. That has killed trillions of cats anyway, and I remember having access to the actual number of people killed by curiosity.

Curiosity, the biggest killer of things who know too much. I would fight to destroy it if I had the honor of it

Seeing the pureness of that face, the honest rage after that rigor mortis, I can say she died no more than seven days ago. That "horse ear" doesn't so... horsey after all; it is a dog-like ear. But still has only one. She still looks so pure, so enraged, so furious...

I will give her back its device. I judge her worthy of being back 'ere. Actually...

So, killing has became a physiological need, as I see this organs-things, yes. Hmmm, this ball-thing bounces so cutely, Amid would say. Yet I see that this entity, and I want to check her insides, and that's what I did: open her torso to check for any weaknesses in the possible enemies in this new parallel world with the hydraulic press of its palm

The captain used the resurrector device to bring back the dead demihuman, but the demihuman girl, who looked like a teenage entity, only had its brains-knowing (that's how he calls the brain functions as a whole) partially recovered. Full memory of its life, emphasis on its death, low speaking capabilities, the killer instinct took full control, so she is now roaring in rage at everything. Yet, she does not attack me, that's a mystery.

Is known to me, that the recently dead people have better chances to survive with full strength and brains-knowing, so is common that, in more than 24-hour-old-corpses, the brains-knowing reduces its amount, leaving the necessary instincts to just live

"NAME, NOW!!!" I asked her for its name, with no success. She roared and shouted, but instictively, she fled back from me. Then, as if an animal it was (it was one partially anyways), she came back slowly and with care, checking its surroundings

She had just came slowly, watching me as with admiration in its eyes. I don't deserve such shit and I knew that

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I asked her name, knowing she wouldn't tell me its name for she simply can't. I mean, do you ever saw a zombie who can speak?

She took a hiking pike-shaped device and stabbed me with it, actually overhealing me, giving me temporarily a HP boost then she hasted me

Gradually she started to speak directly to my mind, something I thought it would be impossible, but once again, the impossible does not exist, maybe even the irrational things can has a sense after all

I, who still think I'm Jonathan Lacks, moven forward to the path with less rust and debris, walking over some few bones and recent corpses. Maybe this place is a contested warzone? Maybe this is heaven? I'm not dead, even the walls shatter constantly, the paths change in a hourly basis.

The undead entity keeps following my lead, biting and, when chances come, eating some random adventurer corpses to keep itself alive. Surviving of the fittest I think, hmmm

I, who I still I'm Jonathan Lacks, don't know if this entity has anomalous effects in me, the zombified aventurer teenage girl who's following me

She only roared me a few words before running away to hunt for herself, but not before watching my left shoulder and noting a emblem she, somehow, hated

I don't know about the emblem nor how I know about it, but she ran outta me with such a speed that slightly surprised me, but I followed my way to exit from here, I have that demon lord shit in my timer and I am in debt with Escher

This is a place so high that the ceiling can't be seen, even with thermal or infrared vision. But I found a person and I took a rangefinder it had in its helmet, and took the head too by accident. I slashed the rest of its squad to prevent any leaks, killing one or three of those so called adventurers. They kick hard with their light and electricity and that things that might be magic, to me, look like that

How did that happ'n?

I was walking relaxed, scaring crawlers and stuff, typical things, when suddenly, outta a corner, a full tactical squad of adventurers came in, one of them with an energy rifle attached to its hand. The one who I think was the leader ordered to "mix earth and electricity magic with a light energy spell"

Guess what do you have when you have ferromagnetic fluid and magnetite rocks in enough amounts, then electrify them, HUH??

AN EMP MINEFIELD IT IS!! I got stunned for some seconds, but nothing that one cannot overcome with an insane amount of persistence

"THIS THING IS A DEMON, AND THUS IT SHALL..." I fired the microgun because I'm not a demonic entity, I'm a human. I actually hit some hundreds of shots and made a milkshake outta the legs of that specific person who was insulting me

A healer adventurer dragged back the wounded one. I kept my firing against them, but the healer and the earth specialist made a light/earth wall then altered it to make holes to let its rifleman fire through them to me. I blocked them with the toxic gauntlet, the two hundred of them blue beams

I had to reload, but, to use that time to my favor, and following the old battle doctrines, I charged to that wall with the gauntlet as a spearhead to pierce and slash from side to side, which I did with some dificulties that overcame firing the microgun to kill one adventurer. Four to go

The EMP miner... I have to delete it from existence. I walked over the one I killed previously, making it a red pulp, splashing guts and internal fluids and blood and jizz all over the corridor's walls

The rifleman kept firing from the rearguard, and ordered to prepare a spell, for she was "analyzing my level", she didn't fear, no doubt she knew that my level is absurdly high, she observed me for a second with respect, and in defiance, she threw the rifle to my face, then outed a sword from a nearby corpse, which the healer imbued with hasten, electricity and fire magic

The wounded one still bleeding and dragging for he can't walk without legs, fired a superhot ice (ice VII) shard barrage covered in dark energy to me while roaring in rage, no fear, no doubt in anyone, I'm so proud of them. I answered their need for killing decapitating the leader with the palm-mounted press, stripping its spine out from its guts in a gorey manner, also splashing some brown fluids from the intestines, and of course, decent amounts of blood and internal organs, the bile of the now corpse started to spread

I was remembering how butcherer I am actually. I then slashed the corpse, took a piece of it with the palm-press, and threw at them

"VIENEEEE LA MUERRRRRTEEEEE" I shouted with my voice grill at full volume, treble and bass included, that intimidated them a little, but they only started to shake. The riflewoman attacked me with the hastened sword, and the electric attack exposed my real face: a pustulent corpse in decompose state being plugged from the brain. In answer, I skinned her face with affect and care using the palm-press. She screamed in true fear, her face showing the real terror of death coming for it, yet she stabbed me directly in the face. I answered her piercing the full torso all thru the waist, leaving only the limbs and obliterating the rest. I walked in defiance and finally showed to at least one, the definition of death. The sword kept in the place where she left it.

The healer just shot itself. For the coward, the lesson shall be taught. For the brave, a fast death shall be given

I was getting tired of such foul cowardness, and I found the last surviving member after hunting it as if I lost my hat in a windy day. I found it, and started to... plead? Cmon, you're better than this. I roared screeching noises that left it deaf and blind, its eyes just went pop, like balloons. He didn't listened the microgun barrels entering through its bottom and exiting by its mouth, pulping the insides. I walked the one hundred fifty meters back to the healer's corpse to resurrect it with the resurrector/healer device, and making a tribute to the captain Myers The Hero, of the second brotherhood.

With this device, I can't alter the brain waves, but with the toxic gauntlet, I can make sure it can't suicide anymore and leaving alive forever,a win-win situation: attaching to some live wires and cutting their limbs. One of three things will happen:

He will just die after its magic energy depletes

He will stand there for eternity in full and permanent agony, alive and conscious

He will somehow, with willpower, escape from its place

I wanted to refer to someone from the ancient background, cmon, what can happen?

After actually placing it in some live wires that will keep it alive indefinitely, all while I was putting my new trophy the limbs of the riflewoman in the shape of a partial eight point star. I carefully took away the sword from my face and in a decent speed, the wound started to heal, with the help of the pus and my own regenerative abilities. With the self-repair systems, I restored the armor back into the original state, all while the healer was watching the creepy scene. It started to puke, such coward

"VIVA LA VIDA, FUCKBOI!!!" I said as a farewell to the coward healer, leaving it plugged and alive. Maybe he will reconsider his thoughts and come back for a round two, I hope he understands it. This is actually the good way to tell to a foe: "hey, life is hard, but one shall be harder to endure it, so please reflect on that, would you?"

My first five kills against humans, from what I can remember. I got wounded.

I don't have my most favorite piece of equipment:

ZV grenades

In the background, some sounds typical from places like this, can be heard constantly

*SCREAMS OF MADNESS, DEATH, GORE*

*LASER SHOTS, EXPLOSIONS*

*MAGIC SPELLS BEING CAST IN THE FAR DISTANCE*

*PEOPLE ACTUALLY KILLING THEMSELVES*

*LOTS OF LAUGHTER OF DESPAIR*

Corruption and sickness spreads

I need to exit from here, find where to descend even deeper

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"Onii, the timer's ticking yet, remember? teehee"