Chapter 3

- Recommend Music: Mick Gordon ( feat. Omega Sparx ) - I'm back ( To rising) -

In the misty forest, you can see A Giant of a Man stands at the centre of the battlefield as the battle continues. Dodging every attack with a stern expression.

A forest that was chirping birds were replaced by animalistic Howls and Growls.

where it was clean and full of life like before ( ignoring its fog of course) is left with devastating small craters and dead Monsters here and there that dissolve into dust as they were blown by the wind.

be it. Trees, Boulders and Ground are either blown into smithereens compared to their former glory or layed waste beneath the ground.

Thick branches and Barks are laying around, Rocks and boulders in various sizes and forms are stuck anywhere, and werewolves are dissolving into black mist.

in other words, it's a battlefield.

Human vs Monsters.

or in this case.

A Player vs Abominations.

A giant of a man stood over 8"11 weightings over 329 Lbs of pure muscle with little to no fat is fighting over dozens upon dozens of werewolves, Boars and Gorillas that are covered by Exoskeleton with Dark furs with ease.

The human with an enormous size that towers or comparable over the beasts, It's Speed and Dexterity is simply baffling and mind-boggling as he began his defence.

All the monsters are cornering him. mostly werewolves.

Trying to lunge, Swipe, Grapple and Sink their Claws or teeth, some of them are successful, And some of them are unfortunate.

most of them are already dead from a single blow.

The 5 Beowolfs surrounded him as they lunge continuously, trying to chew off the man's Throat, Cranium, Heels and Midsection but every time they did.

they were either dodge or counter-attacked, Resulting death but that's okay.

every time they die, they were replaced by a nearby Beowolf or Boarbatusk.

- Line Break -

Balrog was testing them.

And He considered them as Rank 1 Medium Threat. He himself is Rank 5 High in Game standards. So he should be leagues above them.

He tests their Speed, Dexterity, Strength and Intelligence first.

And they surpass peak humans. which would give Rank 1 or Newbies a hard time through trial and error.

His monologue was cut short when he felt a bite from his shoulders as a werewolf manages to latch itself which he easily overthrew with the use of his strength and the werewolves momentum and gave him a devastating blow in its snout which his fist suck.

Balrog heard the Oh so satisfying Sound of cracking skull as his gloves sunk further inside the snout.

Breaking several of its teeth and fractures of its mask.

-He was sure that the werewolf is dead. because the glove may not do much visible damage in the outside. he is a hundred per cent sure that the insides were utterly destroyed.

The Bone shattering and Organs stirring kind.-

And Transforming its Face into a literal mashed potato before he was blasted 50 metres away and crashed into several trees.

The monster limps as it slid down to the grown with a fatal injury in its frontal lobes and its gruesome visage slowly evaporates.

not a pleasant sight to behold but it did its job as it dissolves.

Another wolf lunges itself throughout the air but he just simply roll over, completely dodging its attack and give it an upward kick right in its midsection and launch the poor mutt into the sky ( 76 feet. )

Satisfied with its analysis so far.

he decided to go offensive.

He may be faster than them in terms of mobility and reaction. ( His maximum Punching speed can reach into MK 2 if he goes berserk. ) but his Avatar isn't technically built for dodging but absorbing.

Taking Hits and Dish out devastating blows in return.

His Character is, after all, is built Sacrificing Finesse and Dexterity for Power and Energy.

The Bane of All-rounders and Close range.

His way fighting is rather 'Primitive' and straightforward like most of the players who were oblivious in Fancy Martial arts.

So without further Ado.

He launched himself at the nearby enemies. Making his target's eyes open wide in surprise as he scooped the Gorilla with a Double Leg Take Down¹ and Smash them into the ground as he heard its Ribs snapped. puncturing its lungs and the rest of its organs.

He then let out a rain of punches which completely annihilated the upper body along the ground as he jumps away.

this all happened in 2 seconds and before he rushes towards them and punches his way through.

not giving them a chance to act at all.

He punches their Abdomen, Lower jaw, Solar plexus, Nasal cavity, Temple, Eye sockets, Throat, Cranium, Weak Joints and even crotch.

He killed or crippled them all with a single Blow of his fist or with the thrust of his elbow or shins.

Jab.

Hook.

Head butt

And Uppercut.

Every Blow hit hard as they sunk below.

killing every one last of them as he savoured the sound of his fist hitting the flesh.

Breaking their bones.

Stirring their insides.

and Crippling in their entire life.

each hit made him relax and satisfy his Unknown urges.

Balrog didn't understand this new emotion swelling inside him.

It feels familiar.

It's... Stress.

But... but what?

He is retired in his past life... he died with a bit of satisfaction in his 2nd life. or atleast he thought so.

so why is he venting his frustrations on this monstrous abomination.

he question as he hit into a flash back.

specifically his 1st life.

- music stop -

For a long time.

Ever since he died in that prison.

used by that Rapist and Wardens.

In his first life.

He was living in a silver spoon but betrayed because of his inheritance and framed.

The attorneys. Judges and the so-called protectors towards the innocence ignored his pleas and evidence as they throw him into the prison.

he has no money after all. and they wouldn't waste time with him especially if doesn't have any evidence to back his claims.

hypocrites.

a lot of them.

During his time in prison. in his 1st life.

He suffered and endured the molestation as his orifice being defiled by those paedophiles and rapist.

Body... beaten into submission as the warden and Guards vent out their pent up frustrations.

and punishments for disobedience so humiliating and painful.

He cried and lamented the unfairness as he can't even fight back.

what can a 20-year-old dainty man do after all?

He already attempts suicide but failed utterly when he was found out.

The Guards took him and place in the confinement 2x2 metre room. where he should be monitored 24/7.

At first, it was easy.

that he was blessed by the gods.

He was just glad that he was away from those monsters, and all he would have to do us sit on the floor.

Easy right?

No.

All hell breaks loose in the fourth day.

No Exercise. No Standing. No Comfortable sleeping area besides sitting in a daze.

he even slept in a sitting position.

The cycle was far more torturous than he gave credit for.

Every time he went wrong the Speaker in the camera would reprimand him otherwise the guards would punish him.

Even his private bathroom time is no longer private as the camera monitors him sh#ting into the nearby canal.

Sneering and throwing some insults as the days turn him crazy over time.

Can you imagine?

The Degrading? The pain? The injustice suffering as his life went from Cloud 9 into sh#t?

Those Humiliating and Hateful times made him mentally unstable until the end of time.

Those Experiences may be dulled by his 2nd life due to a brand new healthy body.

but the memories were still fresh inside his mind, giving him PTSD and Episodes.

Balrog may not realise but the emotions he felt was the stress he accumulated throughout his lifetimes venting out.

but he unknowingly went into an episode.

The horde stopped. They stopped at the sight of this man, confused by him. For he held no fear in his heart, and cared not how many enemies stood before him, nor for how large or powerful they were. His heart held something else, something even the oldest Grimm had never seen. Pure. Hatred and Blood lust. An unquenchable need of bloodshed that would never end, so long as even one Grimm still stood.

And for the first time, the Grimm, these unfeeling creatures which devoured all without question, felt what they had inspired in so many before.

'Addiction.'

They felt addicted at this Hooman- this Hooman being. For though they were many, though they were weak or strong, it meant nothing to this man.

The man clearly enjoyed toying them.

but suddenly went berserk.

his Amused smile was switched into Animalistic Snarls which reach his ears and widen crazed eyes with tears unshed in pure anger.

The Man's emotions were overwhelming their senses as he took Sadistic pleasures whenever he destroyed their bodies.

Clearly enjoyed venturing out his emotions.

And then with a single punch, he punched the Major Ursa's head so hard that it crumpled back into its body.

But cared not as the grim flooded the hooman.

soon enough.

More grim in various forms join the battle.

Ranging from Enormous Worms, Ravens, scorpions and Bears.

They flooded the hooman in a frenzied manner as they felt addicted at his negativity...

Bam ~

Bam~

Boom~!

" G'RAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Balrog Scream in hatred his he Berserked his way through the black sea of abomination.

uncaring as he felt the painful sensation spreads throughout his body.

He felt the fangs of the giant serpent pierced his shoulders and numbness spreads.

He felt his body thud with stinging sensation as it takes punishment through the Older grims.

He felt the Tidal wave of abomination slam into him with desperation.

And that is the day he subconsciously released something inside him.

something primal and wild.

something familiar he experienced before.

And It's called.

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AN : Lol im tired so maybe in next chap.