Ron was a Gamer. It wasn’t a Job, but a Title. It gave him the Gamer Skill that allowed him to control others using a digital device of some sort. Ron had originally debated whether he should use a handheld console or a smartphone but ultimately decided on the monitor.

The best part for him was that his Units became mindless puppets for him. Even after they received rewards, they still followed every one of his orders to the letter.

He could also control dead bodies, but not Undead or Infected bodies. As long as it was a corpse, he could use his Skill. Because of this, he could set up powerful people from anywhere he wanted. The only issue he had was that he had a limit to his amount of Avatars.

Avatars were what the System called his puppets. Using his Skill, Ron could see every single bit of information about the Unit. Kills, Stats, and even EXP Bar. Yes, Ron could make use of the EXP Bar and pass through the different Levels without having to waste time gathering a ton of zombies or Monsters to hunt down.

But Ron was more selective in his decisions. He wanted pretty girls, it didn’t matter how old they were or how young they were. It didn’t matter anymore, right? Laws were something meant for weaklings that weren’t willing to do things on their own. They relied on others.

But those they rely on can now do whatever they want!

So Ron marched onwards. He held a deep hatred against the Undead Clan and Andrew specifically. What’s with all those pretty girls?! That wasn’t fair!

But the main issue was the need to cut Ron off because he wasn’t acting within ‘good morals’. Bull shit. Wasn’t Andrew someone who did what he wanted? He was a Monster! An Undead! He should be the one cast out! He likes to believe that making his Units gain sentience is justification enough for raising the dead, then Ron would just come tear it down!

Plus, he could add all the pretty girls to his army.

Speaking of his army, if we were to compare the military, the Undead Clan, and Ron’s forces, Ron had even more powerful people on average than the Undead Clan. Most, if not all, were Level 4 or higher. They all had Skills and they all had good Jobs to complimented the Skills. Ron was very much an avid player of RPGs. He loved creating the most powerful characters and watching them decimate weak people online.

Probably more important was his ever constant need for attention. Even though they weren’t technically alive, Ron had the girls he liked the most ‘keep him company’ on most nights. This had earned him the Freak Title and awarded him with another Skill, which he decided to drop. Unfortunately, he couldn’t drop the Title.

His other two Skills were for boosting other people like Amplify and Augment. Amplify, of course, increased the abilities of the target. Augment, however, was a permanent Skill that changed the target depending on the amount of MP used. It was a magic related Skill which was weird. His Job was a Trainer and the more people he trained, the more power-ups he received.

Ron wasn’t a fighter that much was certain. He instead relied on his Units for everything. It was how he imagined Andrew to do things.

Ron actually looked up to Andrew in a way. He respected him. Why? Because he seemed to be a like-minded individual. When Ron was still in the Undead Clan, he watched all the videos of Andrew, especially when he killed people.

Andrew was quick to act and once he made a decision, he followed through. Take the time he tried to ask Jesus to join him.

“Join me or die.”

When Jesus refused, Andrew had killed him! It was amazing that such a normal looking guy could be so decisive! From that point on, Ron had done the same thing. At first, he was hesitant to use his Skill, but when he realized that Andrew was a Lich, Ron changed gears.

But when the World broadcast happened, he was thrown under the bus! What the hell?!

“I guess Andrew wasn’t as awesome as I thought he was. Come on, we’re almost there.”

Ron wasn’t walking, he was being lifted by the strongest people he had. He had something like a carriage that was being carried by his Avatars, so he did not have to worry about transportation.

Any and all GP or rewards received by the Avatars went to Ron and he could pick and choose what he wanted. It was no skin off his back to buy his own personal Skeleton and create a couple of Necromancers.

He had so many powerful people, Ron was wondering if he should let Andrew surrender. Maybe he could see what kind of person Andrew was. If he was a pansy, Ron decided to steal his bitch out from underneath him. If he was cool, then Andrew would join his Clan and then he would move on to greater things!

Like the entire world!

It gets a little hard to understand the situation since both Andrew and Ron are indeed very similar. However, Ron was alone and Andrew had friends and loved ones. They were there during his most difficult time.

Ron, however, had no one. He was alone and with a power that was easy to inflate his ego with. Too much power and authority was quick to corrupt Ron while Andrew was held back by his friends.

There was more to Ron’s army than he realized. His soldiers were like really powerful Skeletons, not intelligent warriors. The Avatars needed commands to move while Andrew’s Units and allies could think for themselves.

Plus, because he was busy trying to get all of his Units to a strong enough Level, Andrew’s forces were actually stronger because of the ability to work at all times. They could be intuitive and come up with new ideas while Ron had to specifically tell the Avatars what he wanted them to do.

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Ron was in over his head, just like the military, but he was blind to his naiveté. Probably his worse mistake was to come up with plans based on if Andrew was like Ron. He expected Andrew to just sit inside the castle and wait while Ron laid siege to his friends.

He didn’t know that Andrew had a slight bloodlust. If an actual battle happened, Andrew was sure to participate. The whole Four Towers to find the Four Keys was to stall for assassins that somehow made it in the Castle.

In fact, back at the Castle…

“Damn, he just had to show up now of all times?! Fine. Let’s go, everyone. Rebecca, stay here with the Four Towers. You and the girls should be safe.”

Riding atop Ribcage, while Scratch also remaining behind, Andrew and his Super Skeletons left. The Super Skeletons were all Level 4 with several Level 5s to lead. He had been in the process of creating Level 5s, but he could only go so far.

The Mimics were quick to move, as were the other forces. Rather than letting Ron just sweep through the Domain, Andrew decided to meet him on open ground, full army versus full army.

The sight of it all scared Ron to his soul. He expected Andrew to not be bothered as if it was of no concern if his towns got attacked.

Why?

Because he had trust in his allies and Units, right? If it were Ron, he would have proudly placed his trust in his Units to protect him. That was their job, after all.

But then what were these guys’ jobs?

Ron’s 500 something army versus the Undead Clan’s over 1,000 of people was not a good sign. Sure, the numbers weren’t very big, but the apocalypse had spread out the people. If Andrew had instead gathered all the people from the other Clans and the civilians, they would have actually gotten almost 5,000 people there. Of course, these 1,000 were all soldiers that were willing to die in battle.

Soon, Andrew himself approached on a massive bone white wolf as big as a horse. Ribcage had gotten to Level 5 as well, making him look like an actual wolf again. However, he was completely white.

Andrew dismounted and Ron’s carriage was lowered, letting him out. Andrew saw the few girls inside and his lip curled in disgust. For that little moment, Ron saw no way of the two of them to talk things over. It was kill or be killed.

Ron motioned for his strongest Avatar to stand before Andrew, a Champion, so to speak.

Instead of calling his own Champion, Andrew walked forward, saying a few words.

“I can feel it, your Tragedy. I can feel all of your Tragedies.”

Even though they were dead, the air around the Avatars seemed to vibrate or hum, freaking Ron out.

“It is like a curse you cannot lift. Have no fear, I shall help you move on. Let’s start with you, my friend.”

He casually pulled out his cane sword that was a strange red color, the color of a Greater Skeleton. But to Ron, it looked like it was covered in blood.

In his other hand, a small little pebble flew at the Champion before Andrew dashed forward with a sudden speed. The blade swished, creating a shing sound as it found its way into the Champion’s throat. Unfortunately, the body did not fall over. It was still a corpse, after all, but if the Avatar had taken enough damage, the machine on the back would shatter, leaving a useless corpse behind. And Ron couldn’t have that!

The Champion waved around its huge war ax as it burst into flames, scorching the air around it. Instead of getting scared, Andrew once again walked forward with purpose as he pulled out a small gun with his free left hand. A small black circle formed and got launched at the Champion, where it started to rot in seconds.

Surprised, Ron started to use his Amplify and Trainer Skill and abilities. The Champion stopped rotting, its muscles growing to look like tree trunks and its veins nearly popping out of its skin. The Champion rushed forward, swinging the ax around at high speeds.

Just as Andrew was about to get hit, he moved with an extreme quickness that seemed almost fake. He must have had someone help him!

No, Andrew had gotten better at figuring out how Tragedy worked. He could now sense Tragedy. He had found the ability useful when he stopped a crime before it happened. He made use of the Tragedy to boost himself at the last possible moment, taking his opponent by surprise.

It really helped to know where the attack was coming from.

When he dodged around, Andrew saw the little device on the back of the Champion’s neck. He stepped up, slicing the device and some of the Avatar’s neck off. He stepped on the device, breaking the connection to the Champion, where it collapsed forever. Not even Andrew’s Necromancy could help.

The people of the Undead Clan cheered as they rushed forward, splitting around Andrew and Ribcage. Ron ran back to his carriage and ordered his Avatars to carry him away and had his other Avatars try and stall for time.

It would seem that there would be no mercy for Ronald Royce, the Gamer.