VRMMO: World's First Glyphborne-Chapter 110: The Zombie, the Ghost and the Vampire

The undead, both the corporeal and the ethereal, turned their heads in sync towards the odd one out in their little gathering. Whether they were wandering mindlessly, lamenting the misery of their eternal existence or gorging themselves on the meat that had fallen from their guts.

All of them set their eyes onto Belladonna as if they could smell the only good smelling thing in the area.

The horde moved as one, Zombies staggering across the ground on unbalanced feet whilst the ghostly apparitions floated above the ground at a crawling pace, their bodies passing through any obstacle in their path. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

As for Belladonna, seeing the horrible horde looming towards her with maws slobbering, she simply began to stretch. She rolled her neck, cracking her joints as she warmed herself up.

Dying because she pulled a muscle would just be embarrassing. Unexpectedly, Beans manifested on the ground in front of her as she was stretching, a sight that seemed to give the ghosts a moment of pause before they continued onwards.

Belladonna glanced down at Beans, giggling softly as the adorable little cat was performing some stretches of his own.

"You wanna help Momma out, huh?" She asked with a smile, uncaring of the approaching horde even as they drew closer and closer.

"Mreow~!" Beans replied eagerly, the spike on his tail springing out from its fluffy hiding spot as he manifested his bat-like wings. He flapped them a few times, launching into the air and doing a few loops before hovering in front of Belladonna as he brandished his tail stinger.

She laughed softly at his antics, the closest zombie staggering close enough that she could smell its putrid breathe.

It lunged towards her while her attention was on the adorable beast. The Zombie’s rotten, half bone-half flesh hands grasped hungrily at the hauntingly beautiful face of the living woman. But in a blur she was gone as its hands swept through the after image she had left behind.

The undead monster barely had time to wonder what had happened, not that it had much of a capacity to think in the first place, before its head exploded like a pumpkin shot by a cannon.

The rotten body slumped to the ground, with Belladonna standing behind it. Her fist still extended in the punch that had so swiftly ended its existence as viscous black blood dripped from her knuckles like tar.

"Well then, show Momma what you’ve got! Although... You might want to watch the mess, Ugh.." Belladonna added, shaking her hand to try and schlep off the gunk sticking to it, and trying not to puke in the process.

Dipping her hand into her bottomless bag, Belladonna tried to summon some Stonemuncher bullets into her hand, but all she got was a singular metallic orb.

"Crap... Supplies run dry. Oh well, I can always get more. Until then, we’re doing it the old way."

A pair of daggers leapt from her belt and flew into her hands as she blasted forwards, weaving past the spectres as she moved like a phantom herself, and shot straight for the next rotten corpse.

She stopped just before she reached it and thrust her hand forwards with her fingers pointed like a spear. Her strike stopped dead, inches from its face, but the Dagger she had been holding kept going.

It shot forwards, pierced through the Zombie’s skull and then stopped in the air after breaking out the back of its head. The dagger trembled slightly in its suspension, before whipping back to Belladonna like it was on a string.

’Less than a metre...’ She thought to herself, already moving onto the next cluster of Zombies. Her daggers began to glow red and wisps of flames danced across their edges as she infused them with the power of fire.

’Not an ideal reach, but I can make it work.’

With a flick of her hands, she sent the daggers flying. Trails of flames were drawn around her, like she was performing a dazzling ribbon dance, as she twirled, dodged and attacked with the daggers.

Their flaming edges carved through the rotten flesh like hot butter, encountering no resistance in the slightest, not even from the bones.

Unfortunately, as amazing as they were at carving apart the bodies, Belladonna nearly puked again at the rancid stench of burning flesh. Somehow lighting these things on fire was even worse than they usually smelled.

Whoever invented the phrase ’Kill it with fire’ clearly never fought one of these disgusting things.

Whilst the zombies fell, but not without dealing a last poisonous attack with their putrid stench, one of the ghostly entities flew towards Belladonna. It was immediately met by her raised foot, a gift for some special freaks, but even if the ghost was the type to enjoy it she doubted it would enjoy what came next.

The rune on her soul lit up as she flooded it with mana, the same level as she usually did. However she had forgotten to account for the extra purity.

The plume of fire erupted from her foot close to double what she expected, completely engulfing the ghost and throwing Belladonna backwards. Her flesh sizzled and cooked from the massive flame, but her new levels of Vitality were already starting to do their job.

The burned flesh wriggled, shedding the burned skin like a snake as new skin quickly took its place. That was the true beginning of the Immortal Glass Cannon.

Although not everyone could appreciate the beginning of the legend.

The Ghost drifted from the fire that had engulfed it, its body completely unharmed by the flames as it lunged towards Belladonna. Another burst of flames from her feet, measured for her new output this time, sent her skidding backwards along the ground, letting the ghost fall through and disappear underneath the ground.

Of course behind her, along with in pretty much every other direction, there were more undead encroaching towards her. So with a tilt of her feet, Belladonna turned her retreat into a spin.

Her feet extended as she spun like a break dance, spewing flames and swiping magnetically controlled Daggers through the air, decimating the numbers of rotten shamblers surrounding her.

But the ghost that lunged at her earlier simply lifted its head from the dirt, passing through the flames and whirling knives, as it loomed towards her with hand outstretched.