Chapter 3

When we realize how incredibly strong our adversary is, some of us explode in panic and begin to scream in terror after dropping their weapons, putting their hands on their heads and faces with their eyes completely lost in terror and almost in dementia.

"We are going to die again!"

"Why is this happening to us?"

They run out trying to flee somewhere but are stopped in a surprising way by stone stakes that emerge from the ground through their bodies;

the game administrator is heard again saying very angry, "I think I said cowardice will not be tolerated!"

Anyone who flees will die!

At this moment, none of us knows who to fear more if the "Administrator" (which is how we started to name him) or the giant.

But in a certain way the situation of chaos that had begun to reign calms down, when the voice of a man in his thirties stands out, dressed in military clothing with camouflage pants and a black short-sleeved shirt.

"Separate, crowded we make it easier for him! He yells as he runs away, and when he gives them the slightest opportunity, attack his ankles and heels to make him fall!" Whose areas of his feet can be reached through small openings between all the iron protection that he wears.

We all obey him without hesitation and spread ourselves around the giant.

But how is it to be expected the null combat ability of many of our people does not help at all because our enemy continues to kill one after the other.

And just as he pounced to smash one like a cockroach, a small group of three took the opportunity to attack his left foot that was behind him.

This group has two men and a woman who are the first to embed their pointed swords below the ankle, causing our adversary to grunt in pain, the woman makes a slight cut above the heel with the blade of her spear. as the subject manages to withdraw the foot just in time before the cut was deep enough.

He remains somewhat sore and his previous speed is greatly reduced, but he does not stop swinging his huge sword from one side to another preventing us from getting too close, it is still very dangerous and without hesitation he continues to kill more people because in the moment someone gets within his reach radius he slices him immediately and despite being in pain, he still travels leaning on the other leg by means of jumps.

I watch him repel anyone who approaches him, with a fixation that practically does not blink,

"There has to be some kind of attack that leaves him unprotected, and so I can take advantage of the situation to give the final blow to that heel." I say in between with huge drops of sweat falling down my forehead.

At one point when he manages to corner a spearman who is forced to throw his weapon at him and casually embedding it in one hand, he causes the aggressor to become even more enraged and raises his colossal sword straight to the sky and then hurls it at the terrified man and divides his body right in the middle.

That's when I seize my opportunity and move quickly like an Olympic athlete towards the goal, cutting the previously injured heel with a single movement, and a jet of dark blood like tar begins to come out, exposing the skewed ligament that is is accompanied with a loud and grotesque cry from the burly man.

Immediately our adversary falls to his knees causing the ground to shake like an earthquake due to the great weight of his colossal body, but he reacts almost instinctively against me, directing his fist as if it were a hammer trying to crush me.

At this moment I feel a great energy that runs through my entire body arising from my sword that begins to vibrate slightly;

I see everything as if the world around me moved in slow motion and I move like lightning backwards, freeing myself with a wide margin of the impact that hits the ground causing a roar and creating a crater equal to that caused by a bomb blast .

I am completely perplexed and in awe of the great skill that has been given to me, to the point that it can be clearly captured on my face how when a child is given his Christmas present.

"This is incredible! I would never have imagined that something like this was possible!" I exclaimed with utter disbelief at what just happened.

Then I direct my gaze seriously and even with a hint of arrogance to the giant who stares at me and although I can't see his face, "I'm sure he's even more surprised than I am."

I say pointing my sword in a tone of anger, "Now you're going to pay for everyone you've killed!"

Again I feel how that energy runs through my entire body and is concentrated in my legs, I put my sword pointing backwards, I lean slightly forward and I shoot out at a speed almost imperceptible to the human eye.

The colossal man tries to intercept me on the way, swinging his sword above me, I easily dodge by moving to the side and then cutting his hand completely at the wrist making the man scream in pain while he holds it with the other.

I do not stop and he ran up the leg that he has supported on the ground with his knee to continue over his arm and with a jump reach his neck, making a large cut in the air on the side .

Then the dark blood gushes from his wound like the water from a spring; At this moment I feel victorious and confident, I would say too much because before reaching the ground the still persistent colossus catches me with his left hand and begins to crush me as if I were an empty soda can, while he takes me right in front of his face to look at me very fixed.

"I'm going to die but you're going to die with me!" He says with a loud and furious voice.

At this moment I can feel how the bones of my body begin to bend and my breathing is becoming slower and slower, making me remember the way I died before and think what will happen to me this time ... ......