I will train hard for about 24 hours, rest and then head out the following day.

  As he put them on and went to leave the city to test out his new gear he walked about 3 miles away from the city.

  Let's start with the whip first.

  During the initial hours of training, he was as clumsy as a bull rampaging through a glass shop. His movements were wild and erratic, slashing and twisting frantically, barely evading the recoil of his own weapon. Guin intervened with sharp, precise pointers on angles and technique. Over the grueling course of six relentless hours, he transformed his chaotic flailing into a deadly rhythm of slashing, twisting, and dodging, all while launching fierce attacks. Though far from a master or even an expert, he had honed his skills enough to dispatch undead foes with lethal efficiency, no hesitation, no mercy.

  The rest I gotta learn on the fly.

  He approached his armor, a sleek design that was lighter than his original yet still capable of withstanding substantial damage. The metallic surface gleamed under the light, hinting at its advanced engineering. With ease, he could hurl large rocks skyward, and the armor's air power allowed him to subtly alter their trajectory. When activated, it created a force field of air, gently nudging projectiles off their intended paths or repelling people, offering a valuable layer of protection. But the biggest boon with having lootgear finally clicked in his head as Guin brought it to his attention.

  “Lootgear is superior to any non lootgear for the simple fact that it regenerates itself based on the user’s constitution and wisdom stats. On top of being generally considered superior gear it holds its edge for longer because of regeneration and you don’t need to constantly repair armor. Once it's made, it will always go back or try to go back to that state as long as it's attuned. “

  As the night descended like a velvet curtain, he tirelessly continued his practice, wielding both his shield and whip in tandem. The shield, though weighty, did not hinder him overly much. Its thickness was a formidable advantage, allowing him to absorb a significant amount of punishment. The moonlight glinted off its surface, casting a pale glow over his determined form as he moved with a practiced grace, the whip snapping crisply in the cool night air.

  Lets get some sleep out here and head out in the morning.

  He woke up in the morning just outside of the city and pulled out something that he thought was really interesting. These people had created quick deployable tubs that quickly filled with fresh soapy water as he took a bath and cleaned his armor before heading out. He had about 7 days of travel and as he drank a clarity potion before sling his bag over his shoulder as he began a light jog.

  As he began traveling down the road to the Western Front. He could not take his mind off what Marissa and the others had said about him. On Earth he was not this kind of person. He had friends and people that he cared about but try as he might, like an obsession he could not find any real interest in others. He did wonder how the hell he was gonna be a pillar for humanity when he did not even really enjoy their company.

  I sincerely hope this mind band aid will help me. So I can be normal again. I don’t want to feel and be like this, regardless of what humanity needs. What’s the point in saving humanity if I lose my mind in the process.

  After about 5 days of travel mixed with training by practicing while jogging he was really getting a proper feel for it he felt like he could really make it work. He could use it to harass tough enemies with the sonic wailing of the whip and play keep out and use his shield to parry blows that got through.

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  On the fifth day of his training, he caught the distant sounds of screams and saw smoke rising from a burning village. Grabbing his weapons and shield, he left his bag high up in a tree, leaped down, and sprinted towards the chaos.

  As he reached the village within 30 minutes of running at his top speed he saw pure pandemonium. There were hundreds of skeletons, shamblers and ghouls assaulting the very high wooden walls of the village as the undead began launching what looked like an 8 to 10 feet tall troll and ogre looking undead over the wall. As he got a closer look at the wall he noticed the wall had to be well over 100 feet tall and made up what looked like interlaced trees like Druid’s Grove but much smaller.

  As he searched for the source, his eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of a towering figure, an imposing 20-foot tall amalgamation of mismatched body parts. This grotesque giant loomed before him, a monstrous patchwork of human limbs, lizard scales, and what he could only assume were remnants of other nightmarish creatures, all fused together in a chaotic assembly. Its form was a bewildering tapestry of sinew and flesh, adorned with seven sevens—clusters of eyes that seemed to peer in every direction. A dozen arms jutted out at odd angles, each one writhing with a life of its own, while thirteen legs supported its massive bulk in a disturbing, uneven gait. Completing this monstrous spectacle was a colossal bone tail, arching menacingly behind it, tapering to a lethal spike that promised devastation. As Guin spoke up in his mind.

  “That's not a normal Flesh Golem. That’s a Flesh Golem Champion. In your current state of power you are no ma-” Marcus saw a massive ball of lightning rush out from the sky and begin to shock and dozens of weaker undead died immediately.

  “Well I am not running away.”

  “Ignore the flesh golem for now. Make your way over the wall and into the village. Helping them clear the undead brutes will be the most helpful thing you can do. “ Marcus sprinted forward, his heart pounding like a war drum as he weaved through the chaos, witnessing a variety of Umes unleashing a storm of destruction with an arsenal of lethal attacks. He zeroed in on the flank of the invading horde, his whip cracking through the air with lethal precision, slicing through undead in swathes of two or three at a time. Crossbow bolts and arrows from ghouls rained down like a deadly hailstorm, but Marcus deflected them with fierce determination, relentlessly closing the gap until the frantic shouts of the wall defenders echoed in his ears.

  There has to be well over 5000 undead assaulting the town.

  “Hey, I am here to help. I can help deal with the undead inside of the village.” He looked and saw an Orc looking Ume he learned was called an Orume call over to one of the other defenders that was half his size of a normal Hume called an Halume that was unleashing powerful bolts of fire and ice at the Ghoul archers as Halume man made a lasso as the Orume went on the defensive covering the wand user as they handed the Ork the lasso.

  “Hey Jump towards me.” Marcus jumped well over 30 feet in the air towards the man as he felt the lasso wrap around his chest as he pulled him closer to the wall as he began to climb the wall using the rope in quick bursts as the wand user raised a shield of force as he blocked a massive rock thrown by an undead troll. As he took several arrows that either bounced off his armor or were glancing blows as he health went into the yellow. As he made it to the top the Ork quickly briefed him.

  “If you can really fight then you have to defend the Plant Mages that are using their energy to reinforce the wall. Everyone is on the wall and we have our rear force protecting the mages but they are gonna be overwhelmed soon if they don’t get relief. I can’t leave this side of the wall. Head towards the center of the town.”

  Marcus gave a curt nod, his mind racing as he assessed the chaos unfolding around him. He hurried down the wall, determination etched into every step. Upon arriving, he applied his strongest health salve with swift, practiced precision. The scene before him was a nightmare come to life—over a dozen monstrous trolls thundered into the village, crashing down like massive boulders, obliterating roofs with terrifying force. People scattered in every direction, their screams piercing the air as they fled in sheer panic.

  Time to be a hero.