Death's Disciple [Sys Apoc, OP Villain MC, LitRPG] Chapter 1: 1.01 I'm Not The Hero

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1.01 I'm Not The Hero Chapter 1 The start of the Apocalypse is never as simple and straight forward as people seem to think it is. There’s no fireworks, no call over the phone letting you know the entire world was changing, and certainly no big explosions. Though, those last two things did happen, to some degree. I’d love to consider myself smart and open minded. And yet… If anyone had told me that portals would open up across the world and that these portals were connected to magical dungeons filled with deadly monsters, I would call them crazy. If they said they also contained not only monsters, but also granted special powers, classes like in video games, magical items, and stats, I’d tell them to screw off. But that’s how it happened. Barely a day into the shitshow since the first portals appeared, I found myself fighting for my life. I watched my friends die all around me, even as people who claimed to be our protectors floundered. Those weaklings could barely save themselves, so I took them out at the first opportunity, confident in my ability to survive without the dead weight. Despite my rather janky start, I clawed my way to the top and cemented my position as #1 on the global system leaderboards. Killing those useless fucks didn’t turn out so badly for me in the end. So, I imagine you are curious about how I managed that on my own. Well, I’m going to tell you everything, and I’ll even tell you the truth of it. Eh, maybe not the truth in the way you’d like to think of it, because I might not be able to resist embellishing for the sake of dramaticism, if just a little bit. That’s why you are reading this anyway, right? For the drama. Therefore, yes, I won’t lie to you. Let’s get something straight right out of the gate. I’m not the Hero. I killed Barry Schilling. I eradicated the entire Saints Guild. That day in Detroit, I killed that kid. And, by the end, I was responsible for the death of two million people. Why I did those things is a bit of a tough question. And I’ll answer that eventually. Yet, I can say that I had some very good reasons. You might not agree with them all, hell, you still might think I am a psychotic lunatic who deserves the electric chair (as if that would kill me at this point anyway) let alone be looked at with any fucking iota of understanding or sympathized with by anyone. But that’s what I ask that you do anyway. Go ahead, damn me to hell, or wish for my slow and torturous death. Spit on my corpse, do whatever you need to do, I don’t care. But, with the power invested in me by every bit of cheese locked inside those Missouri caves, you’ll make it to the end of my story. So let’s get into it, shall we? April 12th, 2088, 8 hours after the start of the Apocalypse. The goblin’s teeth tore through Michael’s Veltech labcoat and into his entrails with a squelch. Blood leaked from the corners of its mouth in rivulets of crimson, and my lab partner failed to stop himself from screaming. Beside me, three of the green little bastards were on top of Gwen, one pinned her to the ground, while two others ripped off her hands with serrated teeth, evil smiles showing on their faces. Her screams mixed with everyone else’s. Frank was already cooling on the ground to my left, having his neck pincushioned and perforated by one of the goblin’s daggers to the point he was almost headless. He was far more blood and hole than human by the time they were done. His white coat was so deeply dyed red it was hard to imagine it had ever been any other color. “Fall back, this way!” To my right, the soldiers had already started a retreat into the trees. Victoria huddled with them, so it looked like she managed to get away from the initial attack. But it wasn’t like the soldiers would provide much help; we had already learned the hard way that our guns didn’t work. Rifles, pistols, didn’t matter; all they did was click. The small shortsword I had pulled from the wall-alcoves of the starting cave was still held fast in my han