Night - Base
When they returned to the base, it was midnight.
Alperen was exhausted. His body ached. Even at Level 1, running 30 kilometers and watching a battle... had worn him out.
But there was no time to rest.
"Dr. Kain!" he called out.
The elderly engineer emerged from the laboratory tent. He adjusted his glasses. His eyes lit up at the sight of the bear's massive
carcass.
"Perfect," he said. His voice was excited—despite being an artificial being, his passion for science felt genuine. "Silver Bone structure.
Exactly what I needed."
"How long will it take?" Alperen asked. "For the analysis."
"24 hours. Maybe 48. Bone density, Qi distribution, molecular structure... I need to examine all of it." Dr. Kain paused. "But Sir... if
we use these bones, we can make armor. Silver Bone Armor. Ten times stronger than normal steel."
Alperen nodded. "Good. But focus on the Qi Reactor first. The armor can wait. The energy source... cannot." "Understood, Sir."
Alperen turned around. 01 and the soldiers were carrying the wounded. Three soldiers were seriously injured—arms broken, ribs
cracked, internal bleeding.
"01, can the wounded be healed?"
"Yes, Sir. We are artificial beings. The system gave us rapid regeneration. They will be fully healed in 3 days." 01 paused. "But... we
can't bring back the dead."
"I know." Alperen thought silently. Five cavalrymen, one soldier. Seventy-five energy. Should he make up for
it? 'No. Not yet. There are more important things.'
"Show me the materials you brought from the mine."
Storage Tent
01 took Alperen to the storage tent. There were piles inside.
"Iron ore," said 01, pointing to a large pile. "About 2 tons. Unprocessed." "Copper ore. 500
kilograms."
"And... this." 01 pointed to a small pile of shiny stones. They were silvery-white. "The system identified it: titanium ore. Very
rare. We only found 50 kilograms."
Alperen narrowed his eyes. Titanium. It was highly valuable in the modern world—lightweight, durable, heat-resistant. But
here... no one knew.
"Keep this. Don't tell anyone else. It will be needed for special projects." "As you
command."
"Is there anything else?"
01 stopped. Then he took a small object out of his pocket. A
medallion.
Old, rusty, but... there was a strange energy inside it. Alperen felt it the moment he touched it—heat, vibration, power.
DING!
[Qİ-CONTAINING OBJECT DETECTED]
[OLD MEDALLION - QI CONCENTRATION: MEDIUM]
[EXTRACTABLE ENERGY: 20 POINTS]
[LEGENDARY INFORMATION: THIS MEDALLION BELONGED TO AN ANCIENT FIGHTING MASTER. BEFORE HIS
DEATH, HE TRANSFERRED ALL HIS QI INTO THE MEDALLION.]
Alperen held the medallion tightly. "Where did you find it?"
"In the deepest part of the mine. There was a skeleton. Probably a martial artist who died years ago. The medallion was around his
neck."
"System," Alperen whispered. "Gather the energy."
[APPROVED]
The medallion glowed with a blue light. The light flowed into Alperen's chest. Heat... power... energy.
[+20 ENERGY POINTS]
[TOTAL ENERGY: 270]
Alperen smiled. A cold smile. "Good. Very good."
Command Tent - Morning
Alperen didn't sleep all night. He sat and
thought. He planned. He calculated.
250 energy. He had lost 6 units in the bear hunt. But he had gained energy. And the medallion had given him 20 more.
270 energy.
'Is it enough? No. It's never enough. This world... demands power. And I want power.' But first... he needed
something.
A strategist. A commander.
He was just learning martial arts. He didn't know war tactics. But the system... the system could provide those who knew.
"System," he said. "I need... a general." [GENERAL
SUMMONING SYSTEM ACTIVE] [WHAT TYPE OF
GENERAL?]
"A Modern Tactics Specialist. Someone... cold, calculating, and ruthless. Someone who will make plans that will win for me."
[SEARCHING...]
[FOUND: COMMANDER ERIS]
[ATTRIBUTES:]
Military Experience: 20 years (Special Forces + NATO Strategist)
Expertise: Asymmetric Warfare, Night Operations, Reconnaissance
Personality: Cold, Professional, Results-Oriented
Ability 1: Warfare Planning (Reduces losses by 30%)
Skill 2: Efficiency Bonus (20% power boost to units)
Skill 3: Intelligence Management
[COST: 150 ENERGY] [ARE YOU
SURE?]
Alperen hesitated. 150 energy. It was very expensive. But... it was necessary.
"Confirm."
DING!
[150 ENERGY SPENT]
[REMAINING ENERGY: 120]
[COMMANDER ERIS IS BEING SUMMONED...]
A blue light flashed in front of the tent. And
a woman appeared.
Alperen was surprised. A woman? It wasn't the old, experienced man he had been expecting.
Commander Eris... She looked to be in her thirties. Average height, athletic build, short black hair. Her face was stern and
expressionless. Her eyes... were cold. Cold as steel.
He was wearing a black tactical uniform. On his belt were a pistol, a knife, and several pieces of equipment. His posture was that
of a soldier.
He looked at Alperen. He studied him for two seconds. Then he saluted.
"Commander Eris reporting, sir." His voice was deep and neutral. "I am at your command."
Alperen stood up. "Welcome, Commander. Would you like to know the situation?" "Yes, sir."
Alperen told him everything. The Azure world, the Kingdom of Openag, the Bloody Wolf Forest, the bear hunt, the losses.
Everything. Eris listened. He asked no questions. He just listened. And finally, he nodded.
"I understand, Sir. Situation analysis: We are in a weak position. Ten martial artists and fifteen cavalrymen are not enough. If a sect or
clan detects us, our risk of annihilation is 80%."
"Any suggestions?"
"Three priorities. First: Increase our strength. Second: Gather intelligence. Third: Maintain secrecy." Eris paused. "But... there's a
problem, sir."
"What is it?"
Eris looked at 01. "01, did you notice anything unusual yesterday when returning to base?"
01 thought for a moment. "Yes, Commander. Five kilometers north, there were fresh human tracks. Campfire remains. Horse
tracks. But at the time, I didn't think it was important."
Eris shook her head. "I analyzed the tracks using your photographic memory. About 25-30 people. They've been camping there for at
least 3 days. Between 15-20 horses. There are bloodstains - they killed someone recently."
Alperen's eyes narrowed. "Bandits."
"Probably, Sir. And worse... they may have heard our fight last night. The bear's roars can be heard from 10 kilometers away. If they're
curious, they might send scouts here."
Silence.
Alperen thought. Twenty-five to thirty bandits. If they attacked the base... there would be trouble. But what if... he attacked them?
"Commander Eris," he said. "A question. If we launch a night raid on them... would we win?"
Eris's eyes lit up. For the first time... a smile appeared on his face. A cold smile.
"Absolutely, Sir. Night raids are my specialty. We have a 95% chance of winning." "Casualties?"
"If you plan well... zero."
Alperen stood up. He looked out the window. The forest was silent.
But he knew. There were hunters in the forest. And the best hunter... didn't wait for the herd. He didn't hunt the herd. He
destroyed it.
"Get ready," he said. His voice was cold. "Tonight... we're eliminating the Black Blade Gang."
Eris saluted. "As you command, Sir."
Afternoon - Planning
In the command tent, Eris drew a map. Simple but effective.
"This is the target camp," he said. He pointed to a spot. "Five kilometers north. A small valley, rocky on both sides. The only exit is
south—to here."
01, Alperen, and the other two soldiers were watching.
"Enemy count: 30. But not all of them are awake. At most 5-6 people are on guard at midnight. The rest are asleep." "Strategy?" asked
Alperen.
Eris smiled coldly. "Encirclement. Three phases." He drew three arrows on the map.
"Phase 1 - Silent Cleanup: 01 and two soldiers silently kill the guards. Strangulation, stabbing. No noise. 10 minutes."
"Stage 2 - Burning the Tents: The cavalry forms a circle. When the signal is given, they set the tents on fire. This creates panic. The
bandits try to escape."
"Stage 3 - Massacre: We kill everyone who comes out. There's no chance to escape. No one survives."
Silence.
Alperen swallowed hard. This... wasn't a battle. It was a massacre. But...
he couldn't turn back.
"Agreed," he said. "But I'm coming too." Eris turned.
"Sir, your safety—"
"I'm coming too," Alperen repeated. His voice was firm. "I'll watch. And I'll learn."
Eris paused. Then she nodded. "Understood. But you'll stay behind. At a safe distance."
Midnight - Black Blade Camp
There was no moon. Only stars. Alperen and his army moved silently. 10 martial artists.
15 cavalrymen. 1 commander. 1 master.
They approached the valley. They could see campfires in the distance. Four or five fires. Tents around them. Horses tied up.
And sentries... only three of them. Lazy bastards.
Eris made a hand signal. 01 and two soldiers slipped forward. They moved like shadows. They made no sound. Alperen forgot
to breathe. He watched.
The first guard—a fat, bearded man—was leaning against a tree, dozing. 01 approached from behind. One second. Two seconds.
Then... he grabbed his throat. He squeezed his hand.
The guard opened his eyes. He struggled. He brought his hands to 01's wrist. He tried to pull away.
But he had no chance against Level 2 power.
CRACK.
The neck snapped. The guard fell. He stopped. He hung limply. 01
slowly lowered him to the ground.
The second sentry—a young man—was standing by the fire. He was trying to warm himself. Another soldier approached. Knife.
Throat. One movement. Quick. Clean.
SHLIK.
Blood spurted out. The guard brought his hands to his throat. Blood flowed between his fingers. He opened his mouth—to
scream—but only a strange gurgling sound came out.
GHK... GHKK...
He collapsed to the ground. His legs twitched. 10 seconds. 20 seconds. He stopped.
The third guard—an old man in patched clothes—had gone behind the rocks to relieve himself. He had pulled down his pants and
squatted.
The third soldier approached. The man heard nothing. While he was
relieving himself... A punch to the head.
CRACK!
The skull collapsed. The brain shattered. The man fell forward. Into his own filth. The
guards were cleared.
Eris gave the signal. The cavalry moved. They silently formed a circle. Each held a torch. They waited.
Eris checked one last time. The circle was complete. There was no escape.
Then... she raised her arm.
And brought it down.
"NOW!"
Fifteen torches were thrown simultaneously. At the tents. The fabric tents—dry, old, filthy—caught fire instantly.
VUSHHH!
Flames rose. Screams came from inside the tents.
"FIRE!" "WAKE UP!"
"AHHH I'M BURNING!"
The bandits burst out of the tents. Most were half-naked. Their hair was burning. Their skin was scorched, blistering.
Chaos. Total chaos.
One bandit—his chest burned, his skin melting—ran outside. He was screaming. He was shouting. A
horseman charged at him on horseback. Spear. Chest. Completely pierced.
SHUNK!
The bandit was impaled on the spear. The horseman didn't stop his horse. He kept running. The bandit was dragged along. Ten meters.
Twenty meters. His organs were being torn out.
Then he fell. He didn't move.
Another bandit—an old, one-eyed man—drew his knife. He tried to attack a soldier. The soldier
punched him. In the chest.
BOOM!
His rib cage collapsed. The ribs pierced inward. They shattered his heart and lungs. The bandit coughed up blood from his
mouth. He sputtered. Then he fell to the ground.
Children's voices were heard.
"DAD! DAD!"
Two children—10-12 years old—emerged from a burning tent. They looked around in fear. A
cavalryman saw them. He rode his horse toward them.
Alperen watched. Coldly. He calculated. 'Children. But they will grow up. They will take revenge. They will cause
trouble.' Spear. It entered a child's chest, exited his back. The child looked. At the spear. At his blood. Then he fell to the
ground. The second child screamed. "BIG BROTHER!"
He tried to run. Another horseman rode his horse over him.
Crushed him.
CRUNCH.
Bones broke. Internal organs burst. The child let out a scream—a terrible, heart-wrenching scream—then silence. Alperen just noted it
in his mind. 'Child corpses provide energy too. The system doesn't discriminate. Good.'
The bandit leader—a large, muscular, bald man—burst out of his tent. He held a huge axe in his hand. His chest was bare. There
were burn marks on it, but... he didn't care.
"YOU BASTARD CHILDREN!" he roared. "WHO ATTACKS AT NIGHT!"
He attacked a soldier. He swung an axe. The soldier tried to run away but was slow.
The axe. From the shoulder. Inward. It cut through bone, cut through muscle, reached
the internal organs.
The soldier fell forward. He was half cut.
The leader pulled back the axe. He swung it again. This time at a cavalryman.
He severed the horseman's horse's head. The head flew off. Blood spurted. The horse collapsed to the
ground. The horseman fell. The leader jumped on top of him. He swung the axe again and again.
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
The cavalryman was torn apart. His armor shattered. His body was
torn to pieces. 01 lunged forward. He came face to face with the
leader.
"You... you're a martial artist!" said the leader. His eyes were bloodshot. "Who sent you?!" 01 didn't answer.
He just clenched his fist.
He attacked. The leader
counterattacked. Axe vs. fist. Strength
vs. strength. CLANG!
The fist stopped the axe. The metal cracked. The leader was shocked.
You....Are you Level 2?!"
01 landed another punch to his head.
BOOM!
The leader staggered. His mouth filled with blood. His
tooth broke. Again. Again. Again.
On the fifth punch, his skull cracked. On the
tenth punch, his brain leaked out.
On the fifteenth punch......It was no longer a head. Just a red pulp.
The leader fell to the
ground. He was dead.
There were only screams in the camp. Death screams. Pain screams. Pleading voices.
"PLEASE! LET ME GO!"
"I'M JUST A COOK! I'M NOT FIGHTING!" "I HAVE CHILDREN! PLEASE!"
Alperen listened. He analyzed. 'Lies. All lies. Bandits don't have children. They don't have families. Only. ...............prey.'
The massacre continued.
Fifteen minutes later..Silence.
30 bodies. Women, men, children, the elderly. All of them. All of them were dead.
The flames were still burning. The smell of blood, the smell of burnt flesh. It was unbearable.
Eris looked around. She shook her head coldly. "Clean. No survivors." 01 came over.
"Our losses: 1 cavalryman dead. 2 cavalrymen wounded." "Acceptable," said Eris.
Alperen looked at the bodies. He felt nothing. Only...............numbers. Energy.
Eris came over. "Sir, the first mass slaughter. How do you feel?"
Alperen replied coldly. "I feel nothing, Commander. Only...........................I see that we've won."
Eris smiled. For the first time, a genuine smile. "Excellent answer, sir. You.......................will be a good leader."
"01," said Alperen. His voice was flat and mechanical. "Collect the bodies. The system will draw the energy. All of it."
DING!
[30 ENEMIES KILLED]
[1x Level 1 Medium: 20 Energy]
[5x 1st LEVEL EARLY: 50 ENERGY] [24x
MORTAL: 48 ENERGY] [TOTAL GAIN:
118 ENERGY] [TOTAL ENERGY: 238]
Alperen looked at the corpses. Blue lights rose. Souls... became energy. From the
children's corpses too. They were all the same. Just... a source. "Productive," said
Alperen. "118 energy. A good hunt."
Eris nodded. "Yes, Sir. And you've learned another lesson." "What is it?"
"Mercy is expensive. Cruelty... is profitable." Alperen
nodded.
"We're returning," he said. "To the base."
The forest was silent. And Alperen... even more so. He
had committed his first massacre.
And he was already eager for the next one.