From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Well, he was, but well, he got zapped away as we entered the Earth's atmosphere!

"Who is this boy?!" Dimitris asked as he focused his attention back on the boy with the flute.

"I'm not sure, but something about him is a lie. He managed to kill three of us already. I'm the last one standing. But if we can retrieve the souls, we can get them back in the fountain at least."

Dimitris, with his legs still giving a slight shake, responded, "Right. Uh, can you even fight though?"

Blood leaked from the man's mouth as he stated, "Probably not, so I will lean on you."

"I will—" Dimitris began, but was interrupted as the boy started playing the flute again.
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The boy spoke as he walked forward, "And what is the Angelic race doing down here? Not that it matters much. My king expected the Angelic to tear each other apart at some point."

"Tear us... what? Why would we ever?!" Dimitris exclaimed.

In a blink of an eye, the boy lowered the flute and vanished in a flash, appearing in front of Dimitris. "To get another Angel under my control though, I could have a lot of fun!" he said, opening his palm as he attempted to strike at Dimitris' chest.

At that moment, the man grabbed Dimitris' collar, throwing him back and meeting the boy head-on with his unbroken hand as he stated, "Shield!" Instantly, a shield crafted from light appeared in front of him, with the boy across from him.

As the palm came into contact, the boy flicked the tip of his finger and jumped over the shield with ease. "Sorry, I'm not interested in broken fools," he sneered.

The boy brought his flute down to smash into the man's skull, who was too slow to react. "Shit, I'm dead, aren't I? To think on Earth..." he muttered.

As the flute came within inches of contact, a loud bang echoed between them as a bullet slammed into the flute, pushing it just slightly out of the way for a fraction of a second. The man's eyes widened.

"Shit," he stated, before throwing himself back with all his muscles that would listen as the flute grazed the top of his head, shearing a bit of his brown hair off.

As he slammed into the ground, a barrage of fire followed, but the boy easily ducked and dodged each round. "What the hell, this must be the science the humans have worked on this world," the boy mused.

"Dimitris, where did you go?!" the man called out. As he looked over his shoulder, he noticed Dimitris was out of sight. The boy gripped the man's face, slamming the back of his head into the pavement. "Your angel friend tried to run away, huh?"

The man gripped the small arm of the boy and demanded, "How is someone so frail so strong?! Who exactly are you, damnit?!"

"You'll never know, you damned failure," the boy sneered. A split second later, a round slammed into the boy's head but failed to have any effect. "Now go ahead and die!" he exclaimed, slamming the man's head back into the ground, attempting to crush it further.

"What the hell?" the boy thought as the rock slid around the man's arm. The man stated, "Like hell, I will let you kill a senior of mine!" The rock transformed into a sharp metal blade that shot out and slammed into the boy's chest, a loud clash ringing out before the blade snapped. The boy grabbed the broken metal blade.

"You really thought this would work?" the boy laughed.

Dimitris smirked back, his arm shaking with nervousness. "No! I just needed a distraction!" The rocks slid off Dimitris's senior and around the boy before he fully manifested back with his green armband. He pulled a vial from his utility belt and slammed a green one into the boy's neck.

Dimitris was shocked when it punctured the skin and thought, "Wow, Vice Captain, I will have to shadow you more in the future."

Moments later, Dimitris felt his body weight shift and turn as intense pain flared in his side. A second later, he went flying, tumbling along the ground before he crashed into a nearby wall.

The boy brought his hand above his neck. "What the hell did that loser inject me with, and how did it even pass through my skin?" Pulling the small item from his neck, the boy looked at it in his palm, flicking the end of the tip. "I see, it weakens whatever it comes in contact with, and the tip of it was pressed a few seconds early because of how nervous he was, and it landed on my skin."

"Damn Angelics with their fancy toys," he muttered. He threw it to the side before looking at the man's face, which was full of fear.

The boy smirked and stated, "Aww, why so devastated? You're about to die. At least paint a better face that I can remember at the end of time, okay?"

The man ignored him, looking past the boy and screaming out, "Kieran!!! What the hell are you doing? Why did you just kick Dimitris?!"

The boy twirled his flute around in his hands for a moment before he kept playing. As the flute played, nothing around happened except for a few dozen zombies falling from the sky above the portal.

The boy, with a pouted face, said, "Well, that is a bit annoying. I guess that shot insanely weakened my flute playing." Moments later, another bullet slammed into the side of the boy's head as wind kicked up around him.

As he brushed off the attack, the man noticed a slight bruise where the bullet hit. Looking in the direction of the fire, he noticed over 40 men in ragged clothes in a 360-degree formation, shooting and dropping the zombies as they attempted to surround them.

Moments later, a black-haired woman with a pair of white eyes jumped from the formation.