The Legacy System

It didn\'t take him long to find the first medium camp that he needed to find, as he was now standing motionless not far away from there.

  At the moment he was just looking at the structure of the camp, even though he was planning on crashing on right from the front, he didn\'t have any dying wish.

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He was doing that just so that he had better fight experience and learned his new strength through his experience.

The increase in levels wasn\'t small, as he had leveled up ten times almost instantly, he could have gone higher, but the problem was that his body wasn\'t ready.

It felt a bit weird that he needed to increase his physical capacity to level up for every cap of ten levels, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He could only accept this and do whatever was necessary to grow stronger. Each passing day was a lost day, and when those guys finally decided to show up it would mean that the true battle would start.

The Takeshiba\'s, the big families across the whole Earth would have troubles getting out of this mess, as they had created just too many enemies, and would suffer just too much repercussion.

The only way they were able to keep their power, and the current balance was because they had the cultivation manuals, and techniques.

Once they lost that superiority they would also lose the balance, and in chaos, those at the top are always hit first.

It is a way to release all the hate, and anger that people have collected through the years, as they all get directed by the crowd mentality.

The same thing happened in the previous life, people with grudges or sleeping cells had finally awakened, as they would do their utmost best to attract the crowd mentality to destroy the current lead.

That was the bane of the big families in his previous life, and the same seemed to be true for this life as well.

There was nothing he could do about it, the anger, and rage they had collected and were continuing to collect wasn\'t something that could be put of in just two years.

So, he was doing his best to use them, but at the same time to stay away from them. At the moment the people knew him as the son-in-law of the Takeshiba family, but they all thought it was a \'Cinderella Story\'!

No one believed that he would be able to stay for long as he was, and even less with the bet that was about to take place in less than a month.

As a matter of fact, they had almost already decided that his fairy tale story was over and that from now on he would once again turn to that useless nobody he was.

Everything was going according to his plans, but this was only the start, as he had much more things he needed to take care of in these two years, and increasing his strength was one of them.

And that was what he was about to do right now. Different from the mob-like smaller camps, these medium-sized camps were much more organized and tight.

The camp he was looking at right now was set up in a small abandoned town. The biggest part of the buildings was demolished, but there were still some good ones.

Furthermore, even the demolished buildings still had a few good walls that could protect them from bullets, or create some provisory living areas.

The good buildings were clearly used by the mercenaries, and the best was for their commander, who seemed to have taken possession of a big villa at the western corner.

Then the captured people were settled on the destroyed buildings that had provisory roofs and walls.

More like houses that looked like cages made especially for them to keep them at one place, and not allow them to escape.

A few big buildings seemed to be made into a cooking facility, eating area, and wastes area, and of course the working place.

One big reason why war-stricken countries were so loved by the mercenaries, and the foul people, was because they were the best place to exploit their illegal activities.

Drugs, organ trafficking, bombs, weapons, prostitution were able to bloom worry-free in these areas, as long as one paid the necessary people and the necessary protection fees.

This place seemed to be specializing in the drugs area, as they seemed to have created a special lab for that, and there was even that weird smell on the air.

There was one thing that Eric wouldn\'t use to make money, and that was drugs. The reason?! Pretty simple, he didn\'t like them. To him, drugs were just like a cheap way to sell oneself.

Furthermore, once one got addicted they would lose their lives, and he couldn\'t allow his people to become useless idiots, and sell him for a gram of some white dirty shit.

The protection around this camp was good too, besides the sniper sentries, there were even guards on the ground making their checks every hour.

Also, an armored car with a machinegun mounted on top would drive around the compound every hour or so.

As for their reaction time, he didn\'t have much of an idea, but since these guys were mostly ex-soldiers he could guess that they weren\'t that bad.

According to the information he had there were around 110, or 120 armed mercenaries in this camp, and more than 450 men, women, and kids were captured.

Their numbers were nothing to joke at, especially considering the fact that they were all armed, and even had machine guns, RPGs, and grenades.

Which, honestly made them even more excited about the upcoming battle, as he turned around looking at the four ladies behind him, and said,

"I\'m going! Be prepared at all times if I need back-up!"

With that out of the way, he started walking slowly towards the camp. Well, he thought he was going to walk slowly as each step was more than 2 meters long.

Some people would need to run and jump to make such a step, while to him it seemed like he was using the same energy to walk slowly.

There was no way that the snipers wouldn\'t notice his arrival, as they immediately made a few warning shots.

Their intention was clear, better stop and state your name and business, otherwise, you will die. But Eric didn\'t seem to heed their warnings.

He just continued with the same pace at first, then feeling danger upon himself, he instantly increased his speed to escape the bullets on his way.

He was thinking of evading 3 to 5 meters in order to escape the range of the bullets, but since he couldn\'t control his body, he had walked more than 15-20 meters by the time the bullets hit the ground.

It was clear that right now he couldn\'t control his strength properly, but he didn\'t have time to ponder about it, as the snipers recovered from the momentary startle and fired again.

Looking at this he decided that this wasn\'t the time to think about his current strength, as he started running faster towards the camp.

The sniper shots had clearly alarmed the mercenaries in the camp, and especially those on guard duty, and the armored car.

They immediately lined up in the direction of Eric as they were ready to start shooting like crazy. Their intention was clear, no matter who it was, they would turn him into a pasta drainer.

Seeing that the situation was turning bad really fast, Eric decided to try his maximum speed, as even before they had placed their fingers on the triggers, he had already arrived.

It certainly looks unbelievable, but one had to know that those guys were still startled, and caught unprepared.

But it doesn\'t matter, the important thing was that in the time that it took them to run 5 meters, Eric had run 200 meters, and was now face to face with them.

Kicking at the rubble in front of him, he hurled towards them soil, and small rocks, that were a great idea of distraction, even though it was a bit more than that.

More than a few of them suffered grave injuries since Eric kicked stones were sent at too high speed and were only short of being bullets.

Eric was a bit surprised at his prowess, but that was all it was, as he appeared in front of them and started punching right and kicking left.

Even though these guys were ex-soldiers they were part of the mobster soldiers, after all, no good soldier would join mercenary groups, and accept to come and stay in such a place.

Their levels weren\'t bad, but nothing good either. According to the Legacy System\'s evaluation, these guys were only level 5 to level 11.

Compared to a level 40 like he was, they were nothing more than practice sandbags for him to learn the power of his punches and kicks.

At the moment he was only using like 30% of his total strength, but even that was enough to break their skeletons with each hit.

In but a few bouts, he had killed all his opponents through broken bones, and ripper inner organs. The deformation of their bones and bodies was clear for everyone to see.

Each and every one of them seemed to have at least one dent somewhere on their bodies. As even their limbs seemed to be in different directions than they were supposed to be.

Just as he finished them all though, he sensed danger upon him, and then a small bumping sound…