MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

"Hoooo... is this a city that fell to ruin in an apocalyptic settings, such nice view" said Marcus as he looked around from a tall building he arrived at when he opened his eyes after stepping into the portal.

He walked to the edge of the building and dropped without a care.

As he got to the ground the wind element under his feet changed subtly and he landed with grace.

He walked around as he looked at the buildings, some cut in half, some were already totally destroyed, some were fine but their window were shattered.

He walked as he explored everything taking in the new sight with happiness as if he was on vacation or some picnic.

Although he did all this, he didn't let down his guard at all as a single mistake means death.

As he moved he heard some noises and moved in that direction in other to see what was happening.

He jumped on walls and moved between two buildings skillfully, as such art could make even professional traceur vomit blood in shame.

As he arrived at the top of a building, he looked down and saw thousands of zombies clustered together as if they were an army and ready to pounce on anyone they saw.

Marcus knew zombies were sensitive to sound, so he decided to make a dramatic entrance for this show.

Then he jumped from the roof and landed like a heavy weight was just dropped making a very loud noise.

All zombies turned their attention to his direction and looked at him like a meal.

They all moved, staggering their way towards him so they could get a bite.

Marcus didn't need for them to come over, he would go over and greet them first.

Since they weren't anyone above the A rank here, he didn't bother unsheathing the sword floating behind him at all.

He just took a step and appeared beside a zombie and sent a simple punch to the head.

As the head exploded, Marcus moved to another zombie before it touched the ground.

Anyone who saw Marcus right now would think he was a martial art specialist.

He attacked using different parts of his body, his fingers, his elbows, his wrist, his fist, his palm, his knee, his foot heel, his toe.

Every part of his body became a lethal weapon over his precise and meticulous body control.

He only left a blur in his previous location as soon as he left.

Even the zombies at the A rank were not strong enough to follow his speed and could only die like they were cannon fodders.

Marcus moved around harvesting lives.....or undead with occasional sounds of heads exploding resounding in the area.

No drop of these zombies blood could be seen on Marcus body as before they even touched him, they were stopped by wind barrier that formed immediately in the area the blood were about to touch, stopping it in their tracks.

After five minutes of intense movement, Marcus came a stop as he has finished harvesting points for this area.

For the level of movement he just made, not a single drop of sweat could be seen, like as if this wasn't even enough for a warm up.

Marcus smiled as he has finally at least gotten an action that wasn't those boring sparring.

He raised his hand as wind moved bringing all the corpses towards him as he stored them all in his space ring.

"With this at least I should have a good ranking as we are just starting, I better keep this going" Marcus said as he looked around one last time, then disappeared on the spot.

As Marcus ran on the streets, an arrow was shot at him from a rather far distance with pinpoint accuracy.

Marcus didn't move, he just came to a stop as soon as he saw the arrow approaching.

The sword that has been moving with him since he entered the secret realm suddenly vibrated and moved on it's own will and smashed the arrow to smithereens.

"Thank you" said Marcus to the sword as it vibrated as if understanding him.

The sword was refined directly from his physique and basically soul-bound.

Marcus came to know he had something like this when he reached the S rank allowing his body to birth a sword in itself, which grows with it's wilder, the sword is a sentient sword.

Since he possess the Celestial Sword Physique and the physique birthed a sword, he named it 'Celestine'.

Such a simple name for such a sword that could touch barriers some swords won't dare to imagine.

Marcus looked around and saw a different scene this time around as zombies surrounded him as they stood on buildings looking at him with a stern face.

Marcus looked at another who looked like their leader who was holding a sword on his left hand and was releasing a palpitating aura.

They all stood for a minute before they all drew their bows and fired out rains of arrows.

Neither Marcus or the sword moved this time to block as all arrows were all blocked by a wind barrier like it was nothing.

Marcus ebbed from their sight, before anyone could even react, one of them was already dead like it was worthless.

Marcus didn't even bother drawing his sword 'Celestine' as he was sure these cannon fodder were unworthy of his partner.

After he was done taking care of the useless archers he looked at their leader while sitting on one of the corpses with a smirk on his face.

"Why don't you join us human, I'm sure you know you can't win against me, the zombie race shall usher in a new light in this dreaded world and save all, and you personally who joined us will ascend to greater heights" said the leader as if it has practiced this line and preached it too many times to many people to the extent it became a perfunctory response.

Marcus haven't even seen any zombie race in his life or heard any news of them or anything, he didn't even know if they were part of the minor race that couldn't form their own domains.

Yet he saw one here, and it was recruiting him, this was a funny scene.

"I just wiped out your squad, if you promised them the same thing and they just died like it was nothing, doesn't that mean what you are doing is nothing but a sham, you sound like those 'Forsaken' cult members" replied Marcus with a smile.

"Don't compare we zombies to those worms, we zombies are a higher life forms, who broke our limitations as humans and evolved to what we are now, human I give you a chance to stand at the peak with me" the zombie replied and offered again like a devil.

Zombies were once humans, well the beginning ones, until they turned into zombies by an unknown virus that appeared out of nowhere that seemed even capable of affecting powerhouse, which was impossible, but this is a world of fantasy, anything is possible no matter how mind breaking it is.

Some became living corpses, while some kept their intelligence and memories and like that they became a new race and often referred to their self as beings higher than humans as they had broken their limitations.

Of course the human race won't sit back and allow a new virus or whatever to come from nowhere and take them and change their race.

They came up with a solution for this and it ended quickly, but the so called intelligent zombie also produced their own potion for people to drink and become one of them.

This was how they expanded their race, but their expansion was still within the acceptable range, if not they would have been wiped out a long time ago.

Marcus looked at this zombie who was whispering in his ears like those demons.

"I accept on one condition" he replied as he dropped down from the building he was initially on as he sat on the corpse.

"And that is?" the zombie said with a smile

"Defeat me in battle" Marcus said

'Celestine' started huming with vigour as it was about to be drawn for the first time.

Marcus unsheathed his partner as he too was excited for this also having drawn his sword for the first time.

The zombie aura rose with high intensity as his rank as an SS rank was released.

Marcus still maintained his F- rank rank as his aura was calm but was ready to go wild.

As if they were both in sync, they moved at the same time as the two swords met causing a great devastation.

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