Chapter 033 | Speed Run (1)

(First Pov)

Who knew so many bastards would be here, what a stupid miscalculation... Though I only have myself to blame.

Now that everything was happening I would have much rathered going into a dungeon first, maybe leveling up before taking on this many guys...

As my eyes darted across the hall, taking in the sheer amount of people on this floor running away, all the sprinklers on, thinking there was a fire.

Hmm, I could use this...

Instead of rushing into the crowd I quickly ducked back behind the corner, hearing the labored breaths of the men running toward the stairs that were right next to me.

I needed to do this, it was basically my only chance, so, concentrating as best as I could I formed dozen of swords at the bottom of the steps, as well as a few on each one, pointing up.

Then, with my skill draining my mana with each sword I made, I quickly made a few thin lines with the aura, best I could do as the men came rushing toward the stairs just as I jumped up out of the way.

"Quickly me-" The first man said as his eyes widened and he tripped over my dark astral string, being the first bastard to fall into my trap.

"Huh?" The confused voices sounded out as they all kept shoving, pushing a couple dozen more men into my makeshift spikes, quickly killing them as I started the second part of this plan.

There was only so much I could do, with people not being totally retarded anymore I had to actually try, so, with a thought and a hand gesture, a dark astral wall closed the path behind the last man, starting its way to push them all on the spikes.

My murderous trait did wonders, so many people were dying and I couldn't be assed to care... though that's how I was before, even though I had never killed.

Maybe I'm a bastard, an evil guy... I don't know, I don't really think living for yourself and a few people should be called evil, though the system seemed to think the innocent family killing was bad... Meh.

As the hallways were stained with blood, dead bodies killed by the spikes all over the hall, I finally dropped down, getting rid of all the astral projections at once as I made something perfect for the occasion.

"Even though everything is a little wet now.

things can still burn" I said to no one in particular as I had a small bottle of gas and a lighter in my hand, having put both these things in the book of all things.

Throwing the gas all around the wall and making a few towels covering them with it, I started walking down the stairs, throwing the lighter back as a small explosion and intense heat could be heard and felt as I made my way to the second of 3 floors.

This one didn't have many on it, most seemed to have either been on the 3rd or had left by now... this was a bit of a problem, I couldn't kill all these people if they managed to leave in time... luckily the system wasn't an asshole... even if it was made and given by one.

Finishing up the trash on the second floor I finally... finally see my problem, a man, a skinny, non-lethal-looking man... Had killed the rest of the men, hundreds of dead bodies sitting there, the man licking blood off his knife.

My heart started to speed up as his yellow eyes locked onto me, I could feel fear but I couldn't be controlled by it... But this man... he was fear.

"Oh?... I could have sworn more of you fuckers were on the higher floors, wait a second... is that... Blood I smell?" The man's face lit up for a split second before it grew angry, his eyes turning red as... as he... what the hell!?

My eyes widened as a knife was in front of my face, the man right in front of me.

I couldn't block it, there was no way, my reaction speed wasn't even close to this level, and so, the knife stabbed itself into my eye.

This would have been lethal except... Except! This bastard was playing with me! Only an inch of the blade sunk in before he pulled it out and, this time with my adrenaline pumping allowing me to see it, he disappeared into a pop of red liquid, blood to be exact.

"I WANTED TO KILL THEM! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN MY PERFECT START TO BEING A VILLAIN! KILLING MY GANG AND LEAVING THEIR BODIES LYING DEAD IN A WAREHOUSE FOR PEOPLE TO FIND! BUT YOU RUINED IT! I MUST MUST MUST MUST!!!!... I'll just play with you"

I gulped as the knife appeared at my side, cutting into it before I turned around and it hit my back.

There was no blood, I was still a gamer... Though... My Hp was dropping.

Faster than I had ever seen I lost 300 Hp and in a few seconds.

I had thought I was strong, hell maybe too strong with my regen rates alone, but if he could cut me up and drain this much Hp in a few seconds he could take it all in the amount of time it takes to regenerate...

"Hm? No blood?"

This was my chance, I quickly made a sword in my hand with Astral aura and stabbed toward him.

"No," The man said standing behind me as my arm flew the side... my arm!

"W-What the hell?" I said as another 300 Hp was lost, still no blood falling but that didn't matter when you still died the same.

As I lost another 30 Hp from the knife in my side I finally realized that this was it... I wouldn't give up of course, but I knew I'd die, it was... Certain...

Why do I care so much? I don't really know... But... Whatever, at least I lived this long right?... Damn... Look at me... scared to die now? after that speech of not being scared... Fuck

The man's knife flashed in front of me, hungry for my death as it slowed down slightly, coming down to my neck, ready to kill me as I finally closed my eyes.

"Hm?" The man said confusedly as a hand stopped his knife... a dark astral hand.

"Guess all those words were bullshit... I don't want to die" I said opening my eyes with a sigh as the astral aura covered the man, snapping his knife in two as 460 Hp returned, another minute until another 460 would come, I would just have to work with this...

"My turn motherfucker" I said quietly as my aura threw the man across the room... what the hell is wrong with me?