Chapter 3 Miserable Undead System

• Beep!
• {You have unlocked reincarnation curse: Miserable Undead System!}
• >This is a curse that was imbued on you by the Angel Athena
• >Systems are originally supposed to be a blessing but appalled by the sight of your 999+ sins, the infuriated Angel cursed you, corrupting your system and turning it into the Miserable Undead System
• …
• ~__________~
• {Welcome to the Miserable Undead System!}
• {Host: Donald Clinton}
• {Special System Abilities: Corrupted- Locked}
• >You only have access to the basic identification abilities of the cursed Miserable Undead System
• {Host Status:}
• Race: Low-tier Skeleton
• Level: 0
• Class: Classless
• Attributes:
• STR- 0.2
• VIT- 1.2
• SPE- 0.4
• MIN- 0.3
• {NOTE: STR for Strength; VIT for Vitality; SPE for Speed; MIN for Mind}
• Health Points (HP): 3/3
• {Skills: Bone Assembling}
• {Passive Skill: Calma}
• {Special Skills: None}
• {Magic Skills: None}
• …
• {Remark: A befitting form for a miserable womanizer and arrogant prick! You will die the final death soon enough!}
• ~________~
• “…”
• “…”
• “…..!”
• Clinton froze in shock as this line of words suddenly appeared in his vision while he was struggling against an existential crisis.
• He did not come to terms with the line of words that he just saw yet.
• And yet, that was when the line of words superimposed with his vision again.
• ***
• {Warning! Enemy has been detected!}
• {You have encountered a Holy Knight! ×3}
• {You will die!}
• (Miserable system hint: Escape or die!}
• ***
• ‘Oh boy!’
• Clinton felt like he was going crazy. ‘What the hell!’
• Thud! Thud! Thud!
• The steps kept on ringing in his direction, closer than ever before.
• At this moment, if Clinton had sweat glands, he would be sweating buckets already.
• He could feel his heart beating fast at a rapid frequency. ‘Oh freaking Jesus! What the heck is this?’
• ‘What kind of situation did I find myself in?’
• ‘What did I do to deserve this fate?’
• ‘Jesus! Angels! Somebody, help!’
• At this moment, Clinton was overwhelmed by panic but somehow, was it because he was now a freaking skeleton?
• Somehow, the fear suddenly disappeared as if it was never there as it was replaced by an unnatural sense of calm.
• Calm all of a sudden, Clinton could think straight again.
• The existential threat of death was still there as he could feel the dreadful approach of the 3 existences behind him, but somehow, he was able to push it all behind him at this moment for his brain to work.
• And finally, he started piecing all the facts before him.
• ‘I can’t see in the presence of light, a skeleton body, an unknown world, an interface that is a system like in those books those foolish girls loved reading’. At this moment, Clinton felt conflicted. ‘Did…, did I really die?!’
• He felt regret.
• Regret for all that he left behind in Planet Earth.
• He felt regret for his fame that was most likely lost already, the renown, the beautiful girls, the beautiful boobs and nice round ass, he felt regret for it all.
• Despite all his regret though, Clinton was still cognizant of his current situation, his life was in danger.
• Umm, was that even correct?
• Or maybe, since he was undead now, his dead was in danger?
• And then, Clinton’s head geared into overdrive.
• How could he escape?
• How could he survive?
• In his previous life, Clinton was not necessarily the brightest brain in the room. He was no mathematician, he was an athlete but still, when it came to survival instincts and I.Q, he ranked right at the very top.
• Pairing this with his unusual calm at this moment despite the existential terror of death, Clinton was able to think straight with absolute clarity.
• ‘How do I escape?’ He thought.
• ‘I can’t move my body’.
• His eyes, whatever substituted for them moved rapidly at this moment as he observed his surroundings having better adjusted to the dim lighting now.
• He could see better now.
• At this moment, Clinton could tell that this was some form of corridor. To his front and behind the pile of bones lied deep darkness that somehow felt like home to him but behind him, that was where the light came from.
• And behind him was also where his killers were coming from.
• Clinton stared at the pile of bones. ‘How can I escape? How can I move?’
• Yes, that was it!
• The light bulb of inspiration moved in his head. ‘I need to move!’
• Thinking of that, Clinton finally stared at the peculiar set of bones that were different from the others, his own bones.
• ‘To move, I need them, but how?’
• Immediately as he thought of it, perhaps due to his unusual calmness at this moment but Clinton remembered something.
• ‘Ah! The system, it said something about skills, right?’
• Without hesitation, Clinton accessed the system interface again. Immediately he thought of it, the interface superimposed with his vision again.
• And this time, he saw it clearly.
• ‘Yes! That’s it!’
• ‘I have a skill! Bone assembling’.
• At this moment, Clinton was clueless, he had no idea what to do but again, the desperation of death pushed him to focus and try anything.
• Afterall, like depicted in movies, magicians had to focus to do anything right?
• He may not be a magician right now but his current situation was even crazier than awakening magic, so why not try to focus.
• Immediately after he focused, Clinton chanted it in his mind. ‘Bone assembling!’
• And well, voila!
• A miracle happened!
• Somehow, his bones that laid a short distance from his skull moved.
• ‘Yes! Yes!’ Clinton almost screamed out loud.
• ‘Come baby, come to daddy!’
• The bones moved but they were moving agonizingly slowly.
• Thud!
• The thudding sounds behind him grew louder. Clinton could feel his imaginary heart on his throat, he felt like his life was on a countdown.
• Thud!
• ‘Fast baby!’
• Thud!’
• ‘C’mon! Fast baby!’
• ‘Fast…, fast you mother*cker!’
• And then, one of his legs arrived first, laying behind him.
• Then, his torso arrived.
• Then, the rest of his skeleton body arrived and the most inexplicable thing followed. His skeleton body started reassembling itself.
• Right at this moment was when Clinton heard a voice.
• “Huh? That skeleton is still alive? I thought we already used purifying light on all of them, they should be dead already”.
• “I told you I heard something down here, right? Next time, don’t doubt my hearing. See? It’s this skeleton”. Another voice spoke.
• “Let’s just kill it then, I’ll do it”. A third voice said.
• Hearing that, Clinton felt like he was going crazy but shortly after that did his skeleton body fully reassemble itself.
• And all of a sudden, Clinton felt whole again.
• He didn’t feel like he was a skeleton at all. The sensation he felt was so natural like he was back in his human body.
• He could feel his legs, he could feel his arms, he felt alive again, or since he was a skeleton now, was it feeling undead?
• None of that mattered to Clinton right now though.
• ‘F*ck you murderers!’
• ‘To your f*cking tents oh Israel!’
• Whoosh!
• The 3 Holy Knights stood in shock, watching with one of them raising his Holy Sword up, frozen as the skeleton before them suddenly stood up with surprising agility as it charged with speed towards the abyss.
• For a second or two, they did not respond, then…
• “Stop it! It’s escaping!”
• The Holy Knight who already unsheathed his sword slashed the next moment with it, and then a pure white sword aura erupted from the sword.
• Clinton was busy running to the safe haven of the dark when he felt a searing sensation of pain suddenly hit him.
• The pain stung.
• Before he knew it, his skeleton body was already crumbling down.
• {You have been hit by the residual sword aura of a Level 7 Holy Knight!}
• {You have received +1.3 damage!}
• {HP: 1.7/3}
• That attack smoothly cut off his left bony leg.
• Clinton was horrified at the realization that just 2 more such attacks and he would be dead.
• And worse than that was the pain.
• That white aura entering his body seemed to ignite a hell of fire across his body. ‘F*ck!’ Clinton felt like screaming at the top of his lungs.
• ‘This? This is agony!’ He felt like growling in pain like a beast.
• The pain was truly unbearable.
• But luckily for him, he already ran far enough so as he fell, he fell down a slope as his skeleton body rolled into the black embrace of the darkness.
• Clinton survived, by the edge of his skin.