Dark Berserker: Rise of the Forgotten Progenitor

The third figure had dragonfly wings and features so perfect that it became hard to determine his gender.

His eyes flickered with unknown thoughts as he watched THE MOTHER disappear. "If you know anything, this would be the right time to speak!"

The angel's tone reclaimed its authority, but the individuals he spoke to weren't pushovers.

"What are you trying to insinuate, and why does this bug you so much? You should know that if Vlad is reborn, he would become a paragon right away. He would have already been here before we arrived." the fairy's melodious tone rang within the hall.

Even he shivered at the name of Vlad, the man 'cursed' to kill every living being he touched, the only being he had touched that still lived was the most powerful.

THE MOTHER.

"A touch, that's all it took, and he conquered THE MOTHER. We need her focused on vanquishing the beings of the underworld." the angel shot forward with extraordinary speed and appeared before the fairy.

They both stood, their eyes clashing with spiked auras.

"I don't see what's wrong with her developing feelings, despite the man it's for. She has lived for an unknown amount of time, and what you want is for her to give more! And mind you, THE MOTHER cannot be conquered. She isn't a mere woman."

"It's her duty, and I don't need some stupid talk about feelings from a fairy!" the angel barked. His eyes burned with a golden luster.

"Fine then, force her if you can," the fairy scoffed and flipped his coat embroidered with flowers of different colors.

He stepped aside and walked toward the door.

"No one can force her, her existence does just that," the angel spoke and vanished. His abrupt speed caused a sonic boom.

The speed of the winged race had already been branded in the minds of other races.

"What would they do if they find out he has already awoken but is as weak as my pinky," the younger dwarf whispered to the older.

"Hump, your pinky is much stronger than him. I just hope he gets to his castle fast before he causes another nationwide crisis." the beady eyes of the older one flashed and he caressed his thick braided beard.

"He owes us for that," the younger one snorted, aggrieved that Vlad died before he could pay up.

Along with a loud clapping sound, they both shot out of the palace and the door closed with a boom.

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In a matter of minutes, he had gone from level o to level 5, but his fast leveling speed brought no pleasant emotion from Cristian as he could only watch as the black gas leaking from his body brought death to the land.

This time, he wasn't running because of the zombies, rather he ran because of his strange affinity.

'I would have been fine with no affinity,' he grumbled internally. Each step he took caused decay.

He couldn't control this ability despite his efforts. He had even hoped there was a switch off on his status screen.

But to his dismay, there was nothing of that sort.

Trees kept dying and falling, making his path much more troublesome, for he had to jump over the large trees so big that it would take six men to wrap their arms around them.

~thwack~

A loud sound pierced his eardrums, and a large tree fell. Both the width and length made the tree a king compared to the rest of the trees.

He glanced forward and countless trees had already blocked his path. While his decay aura had reduced to the bare minimum, only spreading through his feet.

His first outburst had spread far, he even saw notifications about the deaths of level-one zombies that hardly gave him anything of worth.

His level made it impossible for him to receive much from them and although his EXP rose, it was like a trickle from a tap.

Before the impending crisis, Cristian raised both hands and instantly conjured a black ball that rumbled. The gas-like structure made it hard to control.

But he had gotten instructions from his ability. Each of his abilities came with instructions that had been branded to his brain.

His arms trembled, but he persisted. His mana pool kept reducing as he poured more mana into the ball, making it bigger.

All this while, the tree made its way towards him.

Boom!

He lost control and the ball shot forward, accurately hitting the massive tree. To his amazement, the large tree decayed swiftly and by the time it reached his head, it had become dust.

His entire body became covered with dust, but it was nothing compared to escaping, being squashed to death.

Visible white breaths left his lips as he panted. He felt relieved, but a moan shattered that feeling of relief.

Cristian turned his head and caught a female zombie, her hands outstretched and her steps awkward, but there was one bugging fact.

How did she get here when he had left the horde at the back?

He shot forward and smacked her head with his bare feet. The impact spun the zombie's head clockwise and flung it into the distance.

Cristian ignored the zombie whose soft skull would have been crushed and stared at his perfect little brother, which had been disturbing him from the beginning.

Running and fighting with his little brother, all exposed and dangling, made him uncomfortable.

'There's no way she's faster than the rest, I'm pretty sure they have lost my scent, it can't be that this woman reached here and turned or…' his eyes snapped wide open and he gazed at the distance, and to his dismay...

He wasn't wrong.

Another horde came from the south! Their number is even higher than the one he outran.

Cristian turned to the north he came from, then back to the south. 'Is this place a zombie-infested forest?' he queried.

He had no idea that these grotesque undeads were someone's 'children'.

"Okay, it's pretty obvious that the system is biased here. I mean, I have no clothes, but zombies get to have one." He complained and grabbed a branch, ready to smack any zombie in his path.

Since he realized he was immune to their bites, there wasn't any need to be cautious.

However, reality slapped him in the face as the branch turned to dust. A stone or iron would have been appropriate, but he had neither.

"Pounding it is," he shrugged. Without the fear of their venom, Christian saw nothing else about the zombies that could make him cautious.

Bam!

He kicked the first one; the force threw it back into the horde, hitting others in the process.

With extra points added to his agility, it reached an amazing sum of 64. This made him much faster.

And coupled with his freakish strength, Cristian became a walking bulldozer, his blows packed lots of impact and the spot he hit would decay and spread to the other parts of the body.

The moans and growls of the countless zombies quaked his eardrums, but the gleam in his eyes stated his thoughts weren't sane.

Cristian enjoyed this. The feeling of possessing such power felt like being thrown into the third heaven.

Although he also received bites, claw marks ripping his skin, they were nothing compared to the damage he launched out continuously.

From the sky, a single man could be seen in the midst of countless zombies. They all mindlessly swarmed him, ignoring the obvious fact that a bite at his flesh or even a cut that had his drop could erase their existence.

At that moment, the undead met their bane, a man they couldn't corrupt. Cristian directly became the bane of all the undead, for even their unlimited stamina and resistance to some physical attacks stood no chance before him.

Even his punches went along with a cloud of decay.

The yellow leaves on the ground made sounds as the battle raged on. Trees broke, skulls shattered, black blood spilled and shouts filled with excitement and slight impatience filled the battlefield.

Christian lifted a zombie and used it as a weapon to smack the surrounding others. He spun around, and the zombie kept hitting the others.

After a while, the zombie's legs decayed and crumbled, but he had already smashed the head of fifteen zombies using one!

The tactics brought a significant result, so he decided to use it again, but a loud growl stopped him in his tracks as a huge zombie appeared behind him and grabbed his right arm.

Before Cristian could react, his back collided with a tree trunk. "Ahh," he yelped as he thought his spine would snap.

"Got lucky," he mused and struggled to stand.

The ground vibrated and the huge zombie, standing at a height of 7 ft coiled its thick hands around his neck and lifted him up.

"Foolish!" Cristian spat and grabbed the zombie's massive pale arms. His finger dug in and he channeled his mana into his fingers, and black mists seeped into the zombie's arm.

It roared, and he smiled. His bare feet hit the ground as the zombie left him and stared at its thick arms drying up.

"Now give me a level!" Cristian yelled and shot forward.