“You don’t mean us, right? Since we’re spectators. Then…”Lara sharply paused mid-sentence and her eyes bulged. That told me she already figured it out. That’s right… those who would be playing with the human scum I collected were another type of filth.With my voice ringing at the exact moment as Lara, we both gave the same answer.“Demons!”Yes, I planned on making a game similar to the impromptu one back at the Hobgoblin territory.Back then, I released the Gifted who abandoned the Camp and forced them to win against the Demons I had already wounded. The deserters didn’t stand a chance and lost, helping me in my experiment.But, unlike back then, I would be in full control of this situation. Plus, it was no experiment. What I planned on carrying out here was simple—an Execution!It was only a matter of how interesting it would be for me.“Now, then. We’ve freshened up and had breakfast—all that’s left is the show.” My lips curled up to form a sadistic grin.Since Lara and I sat com
The humans appeared to have some questions, but as I had told them earlier… there was no need to speak to me.“Now then, since I have explained the rules of this game to you, I will now be releasing you. Run as fast as you can.”As soon as I said this, the tensed face of the humans loosened considerably and they found out their bodies now moved properly. For a few moments, they stood there—dazed.However…“57 seconds left. 56 seconds left. 55 seconds left…”My lips began to curl amusedly, parting as words came out. The moment the scavenger party realized that they were wasting valuable time, they sprang into action and took a mad dash to flee.‘Now, that’s more like it!’None of them even thought of looking back, dashing away as if their life depended on it, which it did.“They must have seen the Stats of the Demons they’re up against. Seeing that there’s no chance of winning, running is the best choice…” I muttered, returning to my spot beside Lara.They most likely had no intention
The thirteen Gifted who were participants in the blood-curdling game made by a sick boy ran, all in different directions.It was the best option they could come up with to preserve their lives.Of course, a few idiots believed that if they could only last for an hour, they would survive the death that seemed to creep up on them. Some counted the seconds in their head while others completely ignored the concept of time and ran as fast as they could.This continued until… the one minute of grace elapsed.After that, the carnage began!“GARUIIIIIKKKKKK!!!”The loud screeches of the unstoppable monsters echoed in the air. As soon as the desperate scavengers heard it, they realized that they needed to pick up the pace… else they would die.Unfortunately, before one of the thirteen could even think of resorting to a Skill for safety, one Hobgoblin Champion had already crept up on him, brandishing its hand to form a fist.>BOOOMMM
Kevin Smith was a powerless man.He had always been someone who would be termed as a ‘Bottom Feeder’. Having no other choice but to serve as the janitor for one middle-sized company, he accepted his fate and worked to earn a living.Being looked down on by both young and old alike pissed him off. Nothing was beneath him.Still, he had a dream, no—perhaps it was no longer a dream, but a small flickering hope—that his life would one day turn around. His seemingly impossible ambition of rising to power kept him going.And so, even though he was cussed at during work, had to bootlick his superiors, or went through unfair treatment, he held on to his goal—like a child with his favorite toy.Who would have thought that such an absurd dream made by a powerless man like him would end up being fulfilled? His wish was heard, and God himself answered it.During Christmas, while everyone was working due to the immense workload, he was taking care of the toilets—as usual.Suddenly, the environment
Kevin’s body felt heavy, like lead.No more Skills were available to him since all his servants were dead, and he knew none of his personal Skills would work.Despair enveloped the man, and he soon reverted to the way he was before the Apocalypse warped his nature. Kevin Smith turned frail!“P-please… don’t… I beg you… don’t kill me.” He stuttered, watching the amused grins of the Hobgoblins as they drew closer.Their green-colored skin glimmered in the sun and they rubbed their fists, most of which were covered with the blood of his fallen subordinates.Now merely inches away from him, all surrounding the kneeling man, the Demons readied themselves for yet another enjoyable act of pure violence.“Pleaseeeeee!!!”----------------------------------------------I witnessed the final moments of the last survivor, seeing as the Hobgoblins pounded him to death, ripping out his body as they pleased.Thanks to his High-Level, he didn’t die instantly—unlike the others. Slow, agonizing suffer
‘What are my true intentions for her, uh?’To be honest, I wasn’t even sure myself. I really did not need a sidekick or partner in my journey. There was the option of using her as a ‘Meat Shield’ in the case of danger, but I cared too much for her to consider doing that… at least not at first glance.Besides, my attachment to this woman kept growing day by day.With Annette death, my need for the emotional intimacy she readily supplied me with began increasing. Perhaps I hoped to replace Anne with Lara?No, that wasn’t possible. Lara could never be as pure as Anne. Still, I liked both of them in different ways. Anne’s naivety and kindness, Lara’s compatibility with me and her company.I was a bit conflicted now…“You’re overthinking things, Lara. I just enjoy your company. As for the Camp, I have plans for it, but it’s not time yet.” My lips moved to answer her query, choosing to respond in the most non-implicating way I could.“I see…” She mumbled.“Yeah. Besides, we still have time.
‘Well, this isn’t the first time you’ve done it, Damian…’ I calmed myself and looked beyond the horizon.I could somewhat see the Camp, though it was not very clear—even with my heightened vision.It seems so small, so irrelevant, almost like a speck of dust. The moment my thoughts went along this line, I found the courage to do what needed to be done.For the past week, I had been preparing my heart for this, taking care of the surrounding Camps in the process. So far, there would be no witnesses or survivors to tattle on my actions. Having taken care of all loose ends, I was much more confident concerning the endgame of my plans.Taking well-paced steps, I began my approach to the Camp, an air of gloom radiating around me. The time of harvest was nigh.-------------------------------------------------------A week had passed since he last saw the kid, yet Damian hadn’t shown up since then. This was a great cause for celebration and relief for Charles. He heaved a sigh of relief as
It didn’t take very long for me to locate them, given the advantage I had in sensory perception.Deciding to take care of the most troublesome first of all, I made my way to the second floor where I tracked my target’s presence and passed through her door.In an instant, I was greeted with the floral scent of the room. For someone like me who had heightened senses, it took a while for me to acclimate to the oddly sweet aroma that hung in the air.I shook off the feeling and set my eyes on the owner of the room—Chloe!She slept on her bed, humming in her usually charming voice. If I hadn’t known about her rotten personality, I would have taken her for the average teenage girl.Drawing nearer to her, I felt no hesitation or much emotion, simply anticipation for what was to come. Reaching her bedside in a flash, I reached out and tapped her, causing the girl to vanish into my [Subspace].‘I could easily just use to take her back, but this is much more fun… plus, I’m not in a rush.’The