The Allbright System - A Sci-Fi Progression LitRPG Story

Ten minutes later, they were already on the move again, forced out by the increasingly sharp and punishing counterfire raining down from the Stellar Republic lines.

The enemy had closed the gap to roughly a hundred and fifty meters now—a brutal reminder that the UHF’s first trenchline was bleeding out of time, and fast.

“Wellis Two, clear,” Chester’s voice crackled through the comms, tight with strain as he hauled Falks into place two slots down from Thea’s position.

Falks wasn’t in great shape.

He’d taken the worst of it back at the last trench, when a sudden explosion had punched through a weak spot in their reinforced embrasure. The blast had ripped a chunk of stone and metal free, collapsing it straight onto Falks and Marie.

Marie had been lucky—her position at the far western wall spared her anything worse than a nasty set of bruises.

Falks, though, hadn’t been so fortunate.

He’d ended up half-buried under debris, his left leg mangled by the weight before Chester, Marie and Thea had dug him out.

“Thanks,” he grunted now, leaning hard against the trench wall as he brought his rifle up. His jaw was tight, his voice low and sharp with pain.

A second later she caught the mutter under his breath, bitter and quiet. “Just my fucking luck, huh…” And then, without another word, he opened fire into the endless tide of enemy soldiers, forcing himself back into the fight.

Thea pushed her attention inward, trying to shake the image of Falks’ crushed leg out of her head.

Her [Resources] screen flickered up.