Unstoppable Fist
– Level 1
– A punch that ignores the defense of an enemy with the same or lower level.
– Level 2 requirement – Kill 10,000 Fallen using this skill.
The skill from the book was stuck in my head. After a slight ache, I felt like I had always known how to use it. I looked at my right hand. My fist was clenched tightly, and if I looked closely, I could see a faint shine on it.
I opened my hand again and slipped two copper coins from my pocket inside it. At the same time, a voice echoed in my ears:
"You have won two copper coins!"
A diagram appeared in front of my eyes again. At the bottom, there was a table with ten spaces, and two of those spaces had copper coins written on them.
"Okay, the inventory is open now. Looks like pockets can hold only ten items!"
The trousers I was wearing were not armor, but they gave me ten slots to hold items. I knew this would not be enough later, but it was better than nothing for now.
The place with the alcoholics was going to be my next step. So I watched carefully to see if anyone else had the same immunity as me.
Since I had solved the problem with time, I could act comfortably. Ten hours had passed, but I was neither hungry nor thirsty. I realized that normal needs like eating and drinking no longer mattered.
For a long time, I kept my eyes on the tortured Fallen, hoping to find someone else immune like me, but everyone died in different ways.
"Talent, okay, I can check my information now; I will go explore other places!"
I walked slowly, acting calm, unlike an hour ago when I was running wildly. What was I afraid of? Punishment didn't matter anymore. I could kill a Fallen whenever I wanted.
I didn't want to go to the nearby area. I didn't want to watch people dancing like they wouldn't stop. Instead, I decided to go to the place where the Social Media Fallen were.
"Hello friends, welcome to my channel!"
"Now I'm going to blow a torpedo in my ass for you!"
"The Annunaki, the immortal race, the builders of unknown civilizations!"
This place was peaceful. The Fallens didn't attack with violence but with foolish acts. Still, after a while, these acts hurt people badly.
Outside the shield, groups of Fallen enslaved people for weird shows. These unconscious people sometimes cheered for them.
"I love you very much, brother Torkun!"
"Brother, you are number one!"
I started looking for something to use as earplugs. Maybe seeing was bearable, but I couldn't stand hearing their strange words.
"Today, I will go to the market with my girlfriend!"
"Isn't that right, darling?"
I searched, but I couldn't find anything. Even though I wasn't stunned inside the shield, I felt weak and almost couldn't stand anymore.
I took one last look at the Social Media Zone and aimed to leave quickly. But then I noticed someone running in panic through the crowd.
At first, I hesitated, not sure if I was right. But when I looked carefully, I saw a person running without control.
Her long hair almost reached her waist, and I think she wore bone-rimmed glasses, though I wasn't sure. Watching her strange way of running made my eyes hurt. She shook her body oddly, with her arms bent out at the elbows.
"Come here, run into the shield!"
She had lost control. Someone outside had to help her, or she would keep running until she got too weak and passed out.
When she heard my voice, she seemed to come back to her senses for a moment. When she turned to look at me, I made a sign with both hands, guiding her toward me.
She barely managed to throw herself inside. As I thought, she was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her hair was braided into two ponytails and panting as it fell on her shoulders.
"Why are you running? Come inside the shield!"
I spoke in a tone that was a little harsh but also caring, but the girl wasn't ready to listen. She couldn't control her body and collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
'I don't know how long the poor girl has been running like this. I'd better leave her here until she recovers, then go to the next area.'
When I reached the Bagcilar Region, nothing had changed. Young people were singing rude and loud songs. They held a synthetic-themed music festival on the First Floor of Hell. It seemed like all the Sinners, including those camping, had won tickets for the weekend.
I watched for a short time, but that was enough. I was sure if I went out, I would die within five minutes and spend eight hours being tortured.
"The best thing is to check out this Hardware District. If I don't find someone like me there, I will start improving my skill little by little!"
The Hardware District was named after the Fallen who used glue, thinner, and lighter fluid. The Hardware Stores were their main suppliers.
"Welcome, brother!"
"Toraman, have you been sitting in the same place since you came?"
I met an old acquaintance on the way. The boy who asked my name when I first arrived was sitting exactly where we met.
"The place is crowded, and everyone is running around. I was too lazy. I just collapsed here!"
What nonsense is this? The man was dead, in Hell, but still chasing fun. I couldn't stand it and told him everything I knew.
"Wow, what should I do? So if I just sit here, there are eight hours of torment every day. I love comfort and hate trouble!"
'Look at this snob..!'
I was about to curse but stopped myself. I killed the Fallen and took my talent. Why should I care if this guy panics or sleeps all day like a buffalo?
"The decision is yours, bro. I'll check out the nearby area. You can come if you want!"
He must have been bored too. He followed me slowly. Luckily, the place was close, or I would have carried him on my back.
"Toraman, this is a place full of Fallen we have to kill. Be careful. We will fight a lot here!"
When I looked at the boy, his face was frozen. His teeth were chattering, and his hands shook a little.
I was shocked because he was very angry about something. It didn't fit his usual image. The lazy boy looked like a careless village landlord's son, with a thick neck and a rough head, only about twenty years old.
"What happened, Toraman?"
"Brother, these guys burned me. The one I beat was the same kid with a plastic bag in his hand!"
Toraman's voice shook as he spoke. Even his hair, combed to the side as if a cow had licked him, stood up as if he was remembering those moments.
"Calm down, take a deep breath! Tell me everything from the start!"
I went closer and gently helped him sit on the ground. When I saw he was too upset, I realized he had a lot to tell.