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Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Clash (1)
In the next moment a change was made known to all the participants as an holographic display flickered to life in front of them. The previous map they could call upon to navigate through the terrain had become something more. It was no longer just a map for it now displayed every remaining participant – a red dot pulsating faintly above a miniature figure. This unexpected shift sent a wave of shock through the audience. No more hiding, no more tactical maneuvering; now, it was a brutal game of cat and mouse, predator and prey, laid bare for all to see.Fen Yifan gritted his teeth as his location was revealed. Atticus on the other hand stole a glance at the map, his eyes expression then turned grim. Xue Long, a crimson blight on the digital landscape, was mere miles away, his path a gruesome trail of extinguished red dots.A new wave of worry washed over several students, but it was quickly replaced by a steely determination. They weren't exactly weak and in the blood fest, nothing w
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Clash(2)
The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a grim counterpoint to the chirping crickets that had timidly resumed their nightly chorus. Jin Sohae, her body wracked with pain and terror, watched as the cloaked figure towered over the last whimpering brother. The figure in black lowered his sword, its tip dripping crimson. He turned towards Jin Sohae, his shadowed face unreadable. In the flickering moonlight, she caught a glimpse of a single, piercing blue eye. "You're hurt," he stated, his voice a low rumble that sent a tremor through her. "Just a few scratches," she lied, forcing a weak smile. The adrenaline was fading fast, replaced by a dull throbbing pain that radiated from every part of her body. Internally, she winced. A lie wouldn't do. These weren't scratches, they were injuries that would take weeks to heal, even with proper medical attention. "Can we stick together?" Jin Sohae continued, her voice gaining strength. "There's safety in numbers, at least until we find
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Tension
As the battles played out in several parts of the forest in the blood fest the audience outside the coliseum were in a frenzy.The gore and killings seemed to make them more excuses, feeding their twisted fantasies but of course this wasn't a new thing.Every bloodfest was always like this.Atticus had once again come into the spotlight as he was noticed by several students in the audience.The way he carried himself and disposed off the cyan earth brothers had caught their attention and the plot twist of jin sohae betrayal also put them at the edge of their seat. But as if separating Jin sohae's head from her head wasn't enough, another contender had showed up from the shadows and started a fight but of course Atticus had still dominated his showdown.With every win the audience went crazy with cheers and screams.The girls couldn't help but be smitten by his devilish handsome looks and the aura of masculinity that radiated off him.But one person was still worried about him in the m
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Frenzy!
The crimson moon bathed the clearing in an unsettling glow. A raw energy crackled in the air as the Blood Moon ritual commenced. A surge of power coursed through the remaining seventeen participants, their eyes flashing predator-like. Atticus, a lone figure amidst a sea of murderous intent, felt the change too – his muscles tensed, his senses amped, but a knot of dread sat heavy in his gut.He wasn't naive. The side quest emblazoned on everyone's holographic display was a target painted on his back, a sick reminder of Ling Yue's meddling.As if on cue, a hulking brute emerged from the shadows. Xue Long, notorious for his savagery, stepped forward, crimson eyes fixed on Atticus. A cruel smile stretched across his scarred face. "Well, well, Bloodhound," he rumbled, his voice dripping with malice.Atticus, eyes scanning the battlefield for threats, didn't respond. Other participants were circling, their energies crackling in a deadly dance. He knew a straight fight wouldn't work – he nee
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Conclusion 1
Atticus surveyed the scene, his chest burning with a mixture of exertion and dread. The clearing was littered with the fallen, their blood painting a gruesome tapestry on the forest floor. The once vibrant crimson moon now seemed to mock them with its eerie glow. Ember's declaration hung heavy in the air, a spark threatening to ignite another round of bloody chaos. The Shadow Weaver beside him shifted, her hand hovering near a hidden dagger beneath her cloak. He knew the uneasy truce was on a knife's edge. As if annoyed with all the stalling, another announcement boomed through the forest, shattering the fragile tension."[All enchanted weapons and armaments will be disabled and all spirit buffs will be rendered invalid.] [The Soul Grappling Fog will begin its shrink. If there are still more than 5 survivors within 5 minutes, all participants will be killed by the Fog.]"The soul grappling fog was referring to the black fog that covered the entire forest. Coming in contact with it
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Conclusion 2
Ember, startled by the sudden turn of events whirled around, her fiery hair whipping through the air like a comet's tail. Fury and grime painted her face, contorted even further as she saw Xue Long writhing on the ground. A fleeting flicker of something akin to fear crossed her eyes, but it was quickly extinguished by the cold fire of survival."You dare!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from exertion. Her fiery aura, once a dazzling display of power, now sputtered and died, leaving behind a faint orange glow around her outstretched hands. Disarmed and weakened, Ember was a caged tiger, her fangs dulled. Atticus, however, remained a storm. He regarded her with a chilling detachment, his own body a monument to raw power. The enchantments that had dampened his abilities were shackles cast aside. Now, his skin seemed to shimmer with an unseen resilience, as if his very flesh had become enchanted armor.Fen Yifan, ever the pragmatist, saw this transformation and acted quickly. With a we
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Emotional void
Atticus stood amidst the thundering cheers, a lone island of stoicism in a sea of roaring excitement. The cacophony of the crowd washed over him like a wave, but he felt strangely detached, as if encased in a soundproof shell. The lifting of the suppression on his cultivation base, a reward he'd yearned for, should have sparked a surge of elation. Yet, there was nothing. His power surged, a tidal wave coursing through his veins. His cultivation base, once forcefully restricted to the early stages of Spirit Gathering Realm, rocketed upwards. It breached his previous peak, barreling through the mid and late stages, finally settling at the precipice of the Perfected Spirit Gathering Realm, a mere hair's breadth from becoming a Spirit Master. The process of cultivation within the Spirit Gathering Realm was relatively straightforward, though not without its challenges. Every cultivator in this realm was destined to eventually reach the Spirit Sovereign Realm, the time frame dependent on
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Xu Hua
Atticus emerged from the coliseum, the cheers of the crowd a distant echo in his ears. He navigated the throngs of students, their excited chatter a meaningless buzz against the backdrop of his churning thoughts. His steps were mechanical, his gaze fixed on a point far beyond the bustling campus grounds. As the seconds ticked by, the light in his eyes seemed to fade further, replaced by a chilling remoteness."Atticus."The voice, laced with a hint of concern, pierced his introspective fog. He stopped abruptly, his head snapping towards the source. There, framed by the afternoon sunlight dappling through the trees, stood Xu Hua. Her usual self-assured demeanor was replaced by a flicker of unease, a subtle shift in her carefully constructed facade. "Are you okay?" she inquired softly, her voice barely above a whisper.Atticus hesitated, the question hanging heavy in the air. A simple "no" escaped his lips, a single word that spoke volumes of the turmoil within. He wasn't sure how
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An Outing
As Atticus left the underground ring, the cheers and bloodthirsty roars of the crowd still echoed in his ears. His steps were steady, his expression calm, but beneath the surface, his body thrummed with a strange energy. The soul essence of the Bone Crusher, the life force of his defeated opponent, lingered within him, fueling his every step. The system was doing its work, absorbing the essence and converting it into raw power. His mind was flooded with the sensation of strength—a heavy, suffocating weight that both thrilled and disturbed him. The Reaper Points tally flashed in his vision, now at a staggering 50,000."All that from one fight," Atticus muttered to himself as he crossed through the dark, winding corridors. The weight of the negative emotions he had absorbed—the fear, the hatred, the malice of the crowd and the Bone Crusher—pressed down on him like a suffocating cloak. It had fueled his victory, his current profit. It was a dark, addictive power, one that came at the co
Bone crusher
The next day came by with a flash and tonight was the night his request would be answered. He spent the days leading up to this moment in a haze of fights, each victory further solidifying his dominance in the Bloodfist Arena. But it wasn’t enough. The thrill of victory, once intoxicating, had dulled. He craved more—something darker, more dangerous. He needed it...he needed to kill.That desire led him here, to the bowels of the Bloodfist Arena, where Grimlock had agreed to take him to the underground ring. The hidden arena was a myth whispered among fighters—a place where death was certain, but the rewards were even greater.As the evening began, Grimlock appeared in the training hall, his face grim and set as always. "You ready, kid?" he asked, his voice rough with experience.Atticus wiped the sweat from his brow and gave a curt nod. "Lead the way."Without another word, Grimlock motioned for Atticus to follow. They descended into the depths of the arena, passing through dimly lit
Underground ring
Atticus could barely feel the thrum of his pulse through the haze of exhaustion as he emerged from the arena. The demon’s death had bought him the Reaper Points he needed, but it had also left him with a gnawing emptiness. The shadows of the arena’s blood-soaked ground seemed to cling to him as he made his way through the labyrinthine corridors to Grimlock’s office.The arena manager’s quarters were a stark contrast to the brutal spectacle of the arena. Lined with opulent furnishings and trinkets from across the realms, the room was a testament to Grimlock’s status. It was here that Atticus found him, hunched over a desk cluttered with papers and gambling receipts.“Grimlock,” Atticus began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.Grimlock looked up, his eyes narrowing. “Atticus. You look like hell. But that's the point uhn. Gunning for more fights?”“Actually,” Atticus said, leaning against the doorframe, “I’m here to talk about something similar.”Grimlock’s interest piqued. He
System's penalty: 2
Atticus stood alone in his quarters, the heavy silence pressing in around him. His thoughts churned as the system’s cold voice echoed in his mind. 'Two choices. Both deadly.'Facing Xar'gath, a 'Nascent Soul-level demon', was as good as a death sentence. The demon lord’s power was unrivaled in this realm, and Atticus knew he wasn’t strong enough to take him on. But the alternative was just as dangerous. The **Gate of Oblivion**—a forbidden technique that could tear open space itself, allowing him to escape. Yet the system’s demand for more death, more souls, was a price Atticus wasn’t sure he could pay.His chest felt tight as the weight of the decision bore down on him. The system was relentless, pushing him to act. But what would be left of him after? His chaos meridian was already fragile, weakened by the demonic qi that coursed through him. If he used the Reaper System too much, if he harvested too many souls, he risked losing control—risked losing everythingBut he couldn’t stay
System's penalty
Days turned into weeks, each one bleeding into the next as Atticus fought battle after battle in the Blood Fist Arena. Every day, the same routine: wake, fight, survive. The dim corridors and oppressive heat had become his world, and the echoes of the roaring crowd were a constant reminder of his captivity. For Atticus, time had lost all meaning, every fight just another step in a seemingly endless cycle of violence.Each day felt heavier, his muscles aching more as the constant combat began to take its toll. But it wasn’t just his body that suffered—the stagnant energy in his cultivation gnawed at him. He was stuck, unable to break through to the next realm, and the weight of his situation began to settle in like an immovable burden.Weeks had passed since he last thought of his purpose, of the Reaper System and the mission that had brought him here. His days had become a haze of blood and battle, and his nights were haunted by restless dreams of a life he barely remembered. It was a
Kaela
Atticus returned to the arena lodge with Kraul's words still echoing in his mind. 'I will just have to find an alternative I guess'Tomorrow's fight loomed ahead, but his thoughts were consumed by the plan Kraul had laid out. Allowing Xar'gath to breach the veil and invade his world was a prospect that gnawed at him, yet he knew he had to stay focused. His mind swirled with conflicting emotions as he entered the lodge. The familiar scent of sweat, blood, and metal filled his senses, grounding him in the reality of the moment. The arena was where he had honed his skills, where he had survived against all odds. But now, it felt like a distraction from the larger conflict, a cruel reminder that his true battle lay far beyond these walls.A few fellow fighters nodded in acknowledgment as he passed, their respect for him evident. He had earned his place among them through sheer dominance in the arena, his reputation growing with each victory. But there was no camaraderie here, only a sha
The plan
As night fell over the Bloodfist Arena, Atticus felt a tension building within him. The day had been grueling, with hours spent preparing for tomorrow's fight, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that something pivotal was about to happen, something that would change the course of his journey in this cursed realm. As the shadows deepened, he heard a familiar rustling outside his quarters. Before he could react, Vex slipped into the room like a wraith. The wiry man’s sharp eyes glinted in the dim light, his usual cautious demeanor even more pronounced."It’s time," Vex whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the arena. "The meeting's happening tonight. We need to leave now."Atticus nodded, already prepared. He had been expecting this, though he hadn’t anticipated the urgency in Vex’s voice. They left the arena under the cover of darkness, navigating the winding streets of the demon city with practiced ease. The tension in the air was palpabl
Back at Bloodfist
Atticus pressed onward, the towering monolith before him radiating an ominous energy. As he approached, the pressure around him intensified, like invisible hands gripping at his very essence, trying to squeeze the life from him. He gritted his teeth, every step becoming harder as the weight on his soul grew unbearable.When he reached the base of the monolith, a deep vibration coursed through the ground, and the ancient runes etched into the stone glowed a fierce crimson. Without warning, a pulse of energy shot out from the monolith, slamming into Atticus and sending him staggering backward.His breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to remain on his feet. The pressure was no longer just physical—it was attacking his soul, probing for weaknesses, for any crack in his resolve. His vision blurred, and his knees buckled as the crushing force intensified, threatening to tear his spirit apart.But Atticus was no stranger to pain. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself upright, defying the
Xiao Mei
The air was heavy with anticipation as Atticus stepped into the heart of the forest, the shadows deepening around him as if the very trees were conspiring to trap him. The memory of the voice still echoed in his mind, a grim reminder that Haven was far from finished with him. He knew that another trial awaited, one that would test the very core of his being.As he walked, the forest seemed to close in around him, the trees twisting and gnarling into unnatural shapes. The path beneath his feet became uneven, roots curling up to trip him, forcing him to remain vigilant with every step. The melody in his mind had grown softer, a distant hum that was barely perceptible over the rustle of leaves and the occasional creak of branches.Ahead, the trees parted to reveal a narrow pathway, lined with stones that glowed faintly in the dim light. There was something deliberate about the path, as if it had been placed there for him, guiding him deeper into the heart of Haven. He hesitated for a mom
