Redo! Last Chance for a Dying World!

Peter watched in awe as Geth and Jack fearlessly repelled the monsters. He could tell that Jack had done something wrong, but he wasn't sure what had happened.

All he knew was that he needed to pull the corpses out as quickly as possible... But it was terrifying!

It took everything he had just to run up and grab a fallen wolf. What if it wasn't quite dead?! What if he caused one of the others to mess up?!

His entire life, he'd been nothing but a screw-up. Even his parents seemed to be ashamed of his existence.

Peter timidly approached and pulled another body from in between the two men. He looked on in amazement as Geth purposely ripped his arm open on a wolf's teeth just so Jack wouldn't be targeted.

'How can any sane person do such a thing?!'

Peter knew that if it were just his party here, they would have long been dead. There was no way they could have even handled the earlier groups, let alone this army!

But here they were, fighting against thousands of wolves without any issue. 

Peter wasn't even sure if they could call it fighting. It looked more like herding cattle!

*Sigh*

'I don't even know what I'll do when my turn comes around. I'm not as skilled as Jack, and I'm not tanky like Sindri.'

He almost would have rather not Leveled up than face these monsters. The only Dungeon that their group had taken so far was a Goblin one.

That hadn't been too bad. Most of the Goblins were smaller than him, and he hadn't been afraid.

It was when the Hobgoblins had come along that he started to feel fear. Those creatures were something out of a horror movie.

Now they were facing these wolves that he'd seen rip apart hundreds of his old classmates. Even being much stronger now, it was hard for him to get over what he'd seen.

While he was lost in thought, he noticed another two corpses ready for pick up. Peter jogged forward to grab the dead beasts.

"Jack is almost Level 50, be ready to swap in soon."

A look of alarm showed on his face while he pulled on the bodies of the two wolves. He swiftly piled them on the ever-growing pile of corpses.

'My turn...'

*Gulp*

He wished that he had time to talk to Jack beforehand. Jack was his best friend and had always looked out for him, even back when he used to get bullied.

If it weren't for their friendship, he would have never joined the football team and become popular. Peter certainly wouldn't have survived in this world without his friends cheering him on.

Peter looked through his Skills. He really didn't want to use 'that' one... but it looked like he might have to.

'I don't know if it will last long enough...'

Sindri took around two hours to Level up. Jack had only taken around an hour and a half.

Peter would have to do it in an hour. He knew that once the Skill timed out, he would just become a useless coward again.

Looking at his main Attributes, being Strength and Wisdom, he sighed again.

He'd thought the mixture would give him an incredible Class focused on beating an enemy through severe physical damage and wit.

Little did he know that the choices he received would be Fighter, Warrior, and Bard. At the moment, he regretted not having chosen the Bard Class.

It wasn't exactly what he'd been looking for at the time, but his opinion changed when they started facing scarier creatures. At least the Bard had some mid-ranged attacks.

Peter thought back to the Talents and Skills he had chosen before and after picking the Warrior Class. 

All of his Talents were passive buffs that increased the Attributes of those around him. His Skills were pretty much the same. 

He'd focused entirely on helping his teammates and not being a fighter himself.

'I truly am a helpless idiot.' He thought.

"Peter! Get ready!"

He heard jack calling for him. Peter sucked in a breath, tears starting to build up in the corners of his eyes.

'I have to get to Level 50 and hope for the best.'

He walked up behind the two fighters and activated his Skill.

"Soul Shift: Valor"

Peter mumbled the words so softly that no one could hear him. The timid boy was no more.

The young man's back straightened, and his chest stuck out. With his chin held high, he pulled out two double-sided axes that were around two feet in length.

The weapons required one to be in very close proximity to an enemy, but they were devastating with enough force behind them. 

They also made excellent mid-range weapons if the warrior was accurate enough.

Peter summoned his Skeleton as he made his way forward. A confident air surrounded the young man as he approached.

Jack didn't waste any time slipping back and allowing Peter to take his place.

When the bigger boy stepped in, he slammed both of his axes on the head of the closest wolf. It didn't stand a chance.

Peter stood proudly and hacked at any beast that dared come near him.

'Such pitiful creatures!'

He grabbed the tail of one jumping towards Geth and launched the beast into the air behind him. 

Without looking back, he flicked one of his axes towards the beast and pulled another from his belt. The blade sunk deep into the falling wolf's chest, killing it before it hit the ground.

Peter continuously beat down every wolf that came near him. No corpse even had time to collapse before he'd tossed them towards the ever-growing pile.

"Hahaha!"

Gone was the timid young man who had struggled to look at the army before them.

The new Peter's eyes lit up as he stared into the depths of the Dungeon. His focus had shifted entirely, leaving behind a true warrior that wouldn't be afraid of anything that lay ahead.

He continued to laugh heartily as the wolve's blood painted him red.