The Rise Of A Porter

Dread swung the club with all his might and yet the creature was barely effected by it. It's exoskeleton was strong enough to deflect the strike. Dread was surprised by this, but kept attacking, soon enough there were a few cracks on the exoskeleton. The centipede also tried to fight back with the only way it could, by using its shark-like teeth, but whenever it tried to pounce on Dread, he simply stepped aside and again slammed his club on the giant centipedes head as if he was hammering an iron nail.

While the Titans were fighting amongst themselves, Arnold was busy analysing their battle while making remarks on the fight every once in a while. He wondered who'd win the fight, whether it would be Dread or the centipede. Whatever might've been the case he was happy just because he was getting to watch the latest movie of Pacific Rim, right in front of his eyes.

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"I know Dread is doing great and beating the living crap out of the insect, but I think the insect is just waiting for him to get tried and then it'll attack him." Arnold said as Dread delivered yet another blow to the insect's head, which cracked it more.

Cerberus let out a small growl as is he wanted to say, "If you are so desperate to know the outcome of the match then how about using your foresight ability and get it over with it already!"

As the farce between the leviathan classed beasts dragged on, Dread's strength started fading away and his blows became weaker. He was exhausted after continuously swinging his massive club around, but the centipede showed no signs of exhaustion, it was still as active as before.

The centipede clearly had the upper hand now. Without wasting a single second, it immediately went for Dread's unguarded chest and bit hard on it, black colored blood gushed out of the place where the centipede managed to bite Dread, but little did it knew, Dread wasn't an ordinary monster either. Even though, the centipede's razor sharp teeth managed to penetrate through Dread's skin, they failed to do much harm to him, but it did managed to enrage him further.

All of a sudden, Dread let go of his club which he was wielding and wrapped his left arm around the centipede, it looked like he was trying to give a one armed bear hug to the insect. The centipede already regretted it's decision of biting his opponent and tried to wiggle it's way out of the hold, but it was all in vain as the more it struggled, tighter the grip got around it's body. The next moment, Dread suddenly, grabbed the dome-shaped head of the centipede with his free hand and pushed his fingers deep into the cracks which had appeared on the exoskeleton of his foe after continuously clobbering it down with his club.

Even Arnold couldn't have guessed what was about to happen next. With a sudden thrust, Dread ripped apart half of the tough exoskeleton, exposing a part of the centipede's brain. Dread didn't stop there, and started pounding the exposed part of centipede's head with his colossal fists.

SCREEEEEECCHH

For the first time in its life, the centipede got to know what real pain felt like. It started wiggling and squirming more and more, desperate to get away from Dread, but no matter how hard it tried, it just couldn't break out of the hold, as Dread kept punching it's exposed head.

While all of this was happening, Arnold was staring at Dread, his eyes filled with admiration for the beast. The moment he saw the centipede broke through Dread's defenses and managed to bite him in the chest, Arnold thought Dread was done for, but to his surprise, not only Dread managed to turn the tables around, he was also beating the living crap out of the insect.

"If only he had a sword instead of the club, this fight would've been over a long time ago." Arnold mumbled, "I should to make a sword for him when we get back in the workshop... but how the heck would I even get a forge that's big enough to make a weapon for this colossal giant!"

At the time of Dread's resurrection, Arnold had thought that Dread's own weapon was sufficient for him as he had already seen the deadly power of it when Dread one-shotted his summons but right now the club was useless to Dread; there wasn't enough space for him to freely swing the club and thus it wouldn't be able to inflict much damage, even if he tried to use the club. That's why Dread had abandoned his club and was using his fist to mow the insect instead.

After treating the the centipede like a punching bag, straight for a minute, Dread finally let go of the leviathan class insect.

Soon enough, a notification popped up on Arnold's interface.

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Your summon <Dread> has killed a mutated being.

EXP : +1000

First rank S mutant killed :

EXP : +6000

First mutated leviathan killed.

EXP : +8000

<Due to your low contribution in the fight, EXP earned would be greatly reduced.>

<Only 4500 EXP (30% of the total EXP) will be awarded.>

<You can not level up.>

<Use the excess EXP to level up your subclass first>

<You can upgrade the subclass by opening the information tab and select the subclass you want to upgrade>

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"Actually, even 30% is a bit generous, considering that I didn't lift a f*cking finger to do anything." Arnold said and walked up to check the dead remains of the dead centipede, "I'm definitely not resurrecting this piece of crap. It's simply not worth it, after all, the only thing special about it, was it's exoskeleton. Let's just store it's body in the void for now and I'll process it later, maybe I'll even make a sword or something else, out of the exoskeleton."

He then stored the body of the insect inside the void before turning around to face Dread, "You did exceptionally good! Go and rest now, you deserve it."

Upon hearing his master's command, Dread lifted his club and nodded before disappearing into the void at once.

"Now, Let's get goin-"

Before Arnold could do anything, a multitude of notifications popped up on his. The content of the message was bad... really bad. He immediately contacted Talos, but before he could say anything, the automaton's voice cut him off.

"Master! Asterios' squad isn't responding to our-"

"I know..." Arnold mumbled.

"How do you-" Talos didn't want to admit what was obvious. Even a blind person could tell what have, had happened to his Asterios and his group.

"They have been... wiped out." Arnold replied in a monotonous voice, as a stream of text was imprinted on his eyes...

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Your Summon(s) :

• Asterios

• T3

• T9

• Rank B Ice golem

• Rank B Lava hound

• Rank C undead warrior

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Have been destroyed.

<Destroyed undead warriors cannot be resurrected.>

The other summons would resurrect in : 2 Hours.

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