Refusal

[Quest: Kill your family while they sleep.]

[Rewards: Darkhold, 10,000 sp, and uchiha bloodline.]

[Time-limit: 15 minutes]

[Punishment upon failure: Level 1 survival arena. Time will be frozen until either you kill your last opponent or die.]

Seeing this screen pop up Dante gave an exhausted sigh and face-palmed.

"Yeah, how about no to all of that shit. I just want to live my life peacefully and that seems like a pretty fast way of fucking everything up." Dante said while getting up and stretching his body in preparation.

After-all ever since he was born he could remember taking various punishments for not agreeing to this things quests.

Dante would receive punishments anywhere from constant diarrhea to 72 hours of torture in itachi's tsukiyomi. Honestly the punishments made him question whether he should just become evil like it wants more times than he could count. The only thing that kept him from giving in was his family and the fact he was honestly quite pissed at the years of abuse he had already suffered from the thing. If he just gave up then it would make everything he went through pointless and that's something Dante refused to accept.

Taking a deep breath Dante watched his timer tick down until it finally reached 0 and his vision blurred before he found himself standing in a strange looking arena.

All around the arena were burrows and nests which made him feel a cold sweat creep down his spine.

Without having enough time to truly adjust to the new environment Dante suddenly saw movement coming from the burrows and nests.

Quickly throwing up his arms, Dante entered a basic guard-like position he had seen in movies. He had no clue if it was actually a real technique or not but it seemed a lot better than having his arms all limp like noodles and hanging by his sides.

Soon the noises burst through and showed a group of small ugly looking creatures that he recognized from a game he played in his free time.

"Nekkers? Shit, it's a group as well." Dante muttered before watching his every direction with frenzied focus and trying to remember what the game said about them.

'Nekkers are a type of creature from the Witcher series that could take down even experienced witchers. 1 alone is easy, 5 together is dangerous, and 10 together could kill a veteran monster hunter. They have very low intelligence but excellent teamwork when working together. The best way to deal with them would be to kill their strongest one first before attacking the rest while they panic since nekkers are actually quite cowardly alone.' Dante thought before being dragged out of his thoughts as a nekker leaped at his neck with outstretched claws.

Using every bit of adrenaline his body was creating Dante dodged by leaning slightly to the side and barely avoiding its claws.

Knowing he had no weapon on him he instead used the next best thing.

Dante grabbed the leg of the nekker as it almost left his arm range and quickly slammed it into another one that had snuck up behind him and was going for his ankles.

Using his momentum Dante continuously would dodge and swing his nekker in a circular motion which he recognized was faintly similar of what the witchers do in the game.

He wasn't even doing it consciously but rather because ever time he moved in a certain direction the nekkers would choose the opposite and cause him to spin to focus there instead.

Very quickly Dante could feel himself getting exhausted and noticed the nekkers weren't slowly down at all.

There were a few that were knocked out from the impact of his unwilling weapon but none were dead and they showed no intent of stopping any time soon.

Dodging another attack Dante felt his calf get sliced by a claw and winced before smacking away the nekker that wounded him.

Coming to a quick decision he scanned the group and looked for any nekker that stood out.

After a second of searching he found a slightly more muscular one and acted before his more rational side stopped him.

Spinning his body he used all his strength and threw the nekker he was holding into the group around him making them all get hit or dodge clumsily.

Dante then ran as fast as he could directly at the leader while ignoring his leg that was hurting something fierce.

The leader lunged at Dante's neck but only slashed his arm since Dante threw up his arm at the last second to block the claws.

Yelling in pain he then grabbed the nekkers clawed arms and shoved them right back into its skull causing it to let out a screeching noise before falling limp.

The group that had dodged and been hit all saw this and began screeching and panicking but Dante wouldn't let this chance go.

Using all his strength he ripped the arms of the dead nekker off and began slashing every panicking nekker he could.

Finally they all fell dead under Dante's onslaught since without a leader they couldn't cooperate properly and all faced him one on one which was a mistake for the ugly little creatures.

Dante stood surrounded by the dead nekkers while panting heavily and wincing in pain as his adrenaline slowly went back to normal causing all the stress on his body to really became apparent.

I mean swinging around an entire body like a club, even if it was a nekker, was exhausting to do continuously.

Staring at his surroundings Dante wondered why he wasn't leaving when suddenly one of the dead started moving which made him quickly stab it with the clawed arm he had and disappearing from the arena right afterwards.

As he appeared back in his room he let loose an exhausted sigh and quietly left his room and walked into the basement of his house.

Turning on the light and locking the door he struggled to make his way over to the craft supplies his mother keeps for holidays.

'I'm lucky mom took up sewing all those years ago. This is her supplies for the holiday pieces so I have a few months to save up and buy back whatever I use.' Dante thought to himself while grabbing a small needle nearby and the thinnest bundle of thread he could find.

He then made his way back upstairs after returning everything to how it was before entering his bathroom and opening up the medicine cabinet.

Inside was only basic stuff and every bathroom in the house had the same supplies in each one.

Rifling through the supplies he finally found some tweezers and sat down in the bath while setting everything up.

This entire time he was still bleeding and although it was very slow he still was worried so he grabbed everything he though he would need.

Then Dante used his phone and looked up the proper steps in treating a deep wound before following each one carefully.

Finally after finishing the last step he cleaned up all the mess he made and made it seem like everything was exactly as it always had been.

After making sure his work was done he changed clothes into ones that could specifically hide his bandages and crawled into bed for a good nights rest.

As he closed his eyes he mentally told himself he was definitely going to look up combat styles in the future since he barely survived the arena and it was only level one.

Eight hours later Dante shot up in a cold sweat as his experience in tsukiyomi all those years ago woke him up.

He had gone through various mental,emotional,and physical torture in those 72 hours which honestly nearly fully broke him.

He only barely stayed sane through it all but ever since then he has never been the same.

He had personally faced his darkest fears in that hellscape so most things simply couldn't affect him fear-wise anymore. He had become much more sarcastic and cynical since he realized his life was absolutely fucked up cause of the thing that always plagued him.

At this point Dante could walk in on his lover cheating on him with his best friend or get shot by a shotgun in the dick and still find a way to just laugh at how fucked over he was and not really care either way. Of course he was still sane enough to realize he was broken so he carefully avoided any relationships with people since he knew he wasn't good to anyone the way he was.

He also learned to wear a mask at all times and mask his issues since honestly it was something that no one could fix, not even himself. I mean unless he finds a way to remove the thing otherwise he's stuck like this for life.

Sighing Dante laid back down and stared blankly at his ceiling before crawling out of bed and turning on his PlayStation.

Instantly he logged in and began playing the Witcher 3 while getting a feel to how the main character fights.

He then looked up on his phone more information about witchers fight styles and found three different types.

One was called strong style and was made for heavy, armored opponents. Another was called swift style and was made solely for attacking so swiftly and in such quick succession that the opponent couldn't even retaliate. And finally the last one was group style which focused solely on fighting multiple opponents in every direction.

While they were only game combat techniques they still had a certain essence that could be used in real life.

Specifically the group style as that had saved his life just a few hours ago.

Dante quickly bookmarked the page and resumed playing the game trying to take his mind away from his nightmares that woke him up.

Eventually a few more hours passed and Dante could hear his family waking up and moving around.

Smiling he got up and went to the kitchen before turning on the stove and making breakfast.

About 20 minutes later he was finished and just in time for his family to make it to the kitchen and all grab a plate of food.

The next hour was spent talking about random nonsense until finally his parents left to go to work and he got ready for his job as well.

Standing in front of the mirror Dante wondered if his parents named him after the video game character since he somehow looks identical to him. Well the reboot version and not the white haired one.

Shrugging his thoughts away he made his way out of the house before locking the door and walking to a gas station nearby.

Walking in he walked into the back and quickly put on his uniform and walked to the cash register where he usually works.

Standing in front of the register Dante sighed and felt it was gonna be a long day especially since he can feel his leg wound being torn a little from all the walking and standing.

"~Hey Dante.~ ~did you dream of me last night?~" a playful seductive voice whispered in his ear causing Dante to laugh slightly.

"~Of course!~ ~who wouldn't dream of a seductress like yourself?~" Dante said playfully in a husky voice before spinning around and looking at who was talking to him.

Standing in front of Dante was an absolutely stunning woman who honestly took his breath away each time he saw her. Out of everything that was so breathtaking about her his favorite had to be her deep blue eyes. When he looked into them he could swear he felt as if he was being dragged into something deeper than anything he had ever known.

"~Oh well aren't you bold.~ ~It's nice to see you again Dante, have you changed your mind about taking me out for dinner one of these days?~" The woman said while smiling slightly causing Dante to stare at her light blue lipstick.

"Emma you know I don't date people. I got too much baggage and I can't bring myself to cause another person to suffer cause of my shit." Dante said while sighing and greeting a person who came to the counter while they were talking.

A minute later he was finished ringing up the customer and turned to look at Emma staring at him with a frown.

"Fine. Have a good day Dante." Emma said with a grunt before walking away to do whatever it is she did on her break.

"Shit I upset her didn't I." Dante muttered before hurriedly ringing up the suddenly long line of people who only lined up at his line.

'Fuck today just can't get any worse can it?' Dante thought before a screen popped up in front of him making him utter a whole bunch of curse words that would make even a sailor blush.

[Quest:Kill a group of nuns at a nearby church]

[Rewards: Immortality, Demonic Power, 10,000 sp]

[Time limit: 24 hours]

[Punishment upon failure: Migraines for 8 hours.]

"Shit..." Dante muttered before refocusing on what he was doing before.