The Legacy System

"You guys certainly made the big entrance there! Now will you tell me who sent you guys after me, or will you tell me who sent you guys after me!?

Think well though, I am giving you only one chance to answer!"

The two remaining black-dressed guys were truly startled, and shocked at his words, and needed a little a bit of time to answer when suddenly Eric felt danger in his surroundings.

Instantly he rolled to his left, as he tried to fall from the car and dodge the danger upon him, but still, he wasn't able to do it, as a 7.82 mm bullet grazed his right shoulder.

His sudden, and quick move helped him escape the next two bullets, that hit the car roof and trunk, but still, he had to hold his right shoulder, which was in pain.

While the bullet didn't enter his shoulder and only grazed it, the impact of the hit hadn't cracked his right shoulder, as his bones were really strong.

But it had nonetheless harmed and bruised the area, so he could hardly use his right arm in the near future.

Without losing time, he immediately took a medium-quality Health potion and drunk it, but in the meantime two more shots came from different directions, killing the duo he had left alive.

The two of them probably didn't expect something like this, and there was nothing they could do about it either.

Their luck had been the worst, not only had they not expected their target to be so strong, and fast, but even their comrades had taken them out.

Eric didn't have the time to worry about the two of them though, as in no time two more black teams entered the scene.

These guys were certainly stronger than the previous guys, as each and every one of them was level 16 to level 20.

Still unable to rival Eric and his abilities, but with the backup of those 7.62 NATO snipers on the back, they would be really troublesome.

Not to mention that they weren't the only ones in the area, as there was still much movement around him.

It looked like they were trying to surround him, and not leave him any route of retaliation, or escape.

But why would Eric want to leave this place!? He had been praying so hard for this to happen, as he was in big need of SP points, and his last mission didn't provide him with much!

Even though this had gone a bit out of his plans with the bullet grazing his shoulder, it was still within his capabilities to deal with it.

In his eyes, all these guys around him were just a bunch of SP points racing who would reach him first, as they would all die without any exception.

In fact, he was angrier about the snipers taking out the duo he had yet to kill than worried about himself at the moment.

With these thoughts in mind, he waited for the two teams to approach the car he had been a while ago, and then suddenly jumped on the first team.

If he stayed back and waited for them to come at him, then he wouldn't be able to move much as he would be a target for the snipers.

The best solution he could think of was to kill the members of the two black teams and then using them as meat shields.

Those guys clearly didn't expect such a reaction from Eric, so they were caught unprepared, and killed in but a few short moments, as they were then tied to his body.

If anyone looked at Eric at this moment they would most likely think that he was some kind of ghost or something.

The other team and the snipers hadn't been able to react yet, and when they did it was too late as the first team was eradicated and turned into a meat shield.

The snipers tried to shot at him, but their bullets entered the bodies shielding Eric and weren't able to get on the other side, and even if they did, in front of Eric's skin they could only stop.

Furthermore, Eric wasn't planning to stay there as an easy target, and even though he was carrying 8 people tied up around his body, his actions were nimble and fast.

In no time he appeared in front of the other team, and before they could even make a move, a poisoned knife cut their throats, killing them in but a moment.

As if the already 8 people tied up around his body weren't enough of a meat shield for him, Eric tied up even the other 8 making it in a total of 16 people around him.

Now he looked like a small mountain of corpses moving, and there was no way that the snipers could shoot him anymore.

All the bullets they fired would just get stuck in the 16 bodies he was carrying around him. But while this added to his defenses, it made his moves slow and limited.

He was now nothing more than a small walking hill, so the people surrounding the area didn't need to hide anymore, as they only had to attack him with everything they had.

In no time more than 50 fighters came out of the shadows and encircled the small moving hill that Eric had become.

Their levels weren't much higher than those of the last two teams, as they were only around 20 to 27 according to Eric's system evaluation.

But their numbers were truly troublesome, especially since Eric didn't have much freedom of moving with the burden he was carrying.

At the same time though, these guys wouldn't be able to cause much damage to him as long as they didn't take care of their comrades' bodies first.

Eric expected them to have some low line though, and not desecrate their own 'friends' bodies, but these guys didn't seem to care about it in the least.

As soon as they appeared on the scene, they immediately attacked those dead bodies with everything they had, doing their best to rupture them away from Eric.

They were all tied by a rope through their necks, so clearly, the easiest way to do it, was to cut off their heads and let the bodies fall on the ground.

Certainly, Eric didn't stay put either, as he started shooting as many needles as he could from the tiny spaces he had created through the bodies.

Until now he had thrown around 6 poisoned needles, but even his first line of defense had disappeared too.

According to his estimations, he could probably throw 4 more, before he was forced into combat with these guys.

And he couldn't kill them quickly either, as he had a feeling that he would force his enemy into dire straits, and use its last weapon.

Certainly, someone who had already done all these preparations wouldn't be satisfied with just a bunch of fighters, and three snipers, there must be something more.

He didn't know what it was, but he had to give enough time to Inuhara Muto to find out what it was and deal with it.

That was also the reason why he wasn't here with Eric fighting these guys in the first place, besides Eric's wish to not let him spoil his SP points.

During the first commotion, Eric had left him in the trunk of the car he was in, and while he gathered the attention of the three snipers, and all the other fighters he had gone towards the first sniper's direction.

Most probably he had reached the place, but Eric couldn't act rashly, so he needed to extend the fight as long as he could while avoiding the snipers' bullets.

It was certainly something easy to say, but difficult to be achieved, as pretty soon his meat shield would be taken care of.

The moment it did, Eric was finally on the sight of his attackers, who immediately sent 4 kicks, and a few flying knives in his direction.

Their target and aiming were a bit off though, as right now Eric had turned into some red man, covered in blood, and different organs residues, and he stunk.

Even though it had been for a short time, having 16 dead people around his body, with the sniper bullets making a few of their bodies explode over him, was truly a critically disgusting combo.

Even their rich experience hadn't prepared them for this to happen! On the other hand, this didn't seem to mean much to Eric.

As a matter of fact, he had been through worse in his previous future, as once he had to stay inside a coffin of corpses, in order to escape the senses of a stronger expert, for more than a week that is.

It had been the longest week of his life, as when he got out of the coffin he had thrown up for more than an hour or two, but he had been able to save his life.

In comparison to that, what had happened now was nothing more than a light walk in the park for him.

So, he easily dodged the attacks aimed at him, as the 'Silent Reaper' appeared on his left hand, and danced through his opponents' wrists, tendons, chests, and legs.

None of his attacks were deadly, but still critical, as he was rendering his opponents of moving, and fighting.

The moment he cut one's wrists, he would use him as a meat shield towards the others, or the snipers, but even then, a few bullets had grazed his body.

If he continued this for too long then most probably those guys would notice, and then chose to use their last option.

And he was right, as around 200 meters away from him, some guy took out an RPG and aiming at where Eric was standing…