Revenge [II]
[YOU HAVE LEVELED UP]
[PLAYER NAME: HELLSING] [LEVEL: 11]
[CLASS: RAIDER]
[HP: 210]
[MP: 260] [EXP: 74/185]
[STRENGTH: 24] [FATIGUE: 0]
[AGILITY: 24] [VITALITY: 28]
[SENSE: 23] [TRIXUM: 60T]
The Third Sect,
Grim's Chamber.
Five Guard Players all donned in dark hooded coats and clothes could be seen guarding the room. At the center of the room was an enormous, dark looking throne which looked like something from a Science fiction franchise.
Seating on the Throne was a dark unknown figure dressed in an all black armor with a black colored hood which concealed his identity. He's entire body glinted with an eerie jade glow. This Grotesque individual was none other than The Grim Reaper, the leader of the Death Squadron.
"We're under attack…. Lord Grim!" A voice suddenly said.
Judging by the sound of the unknown voice, one could tell it belonged to a female, probably in her Prime adolescent age.
In front of the malevolent leader of the Death Squadron was a female player, dressed in a dark gray jacket which was similar to Hellsing's Dexter armor. She also wore a slim fit black jeans, along side a futuristic styled face mask, gauntlets and sneakers.
[PLAYER NAME: HEX] [LEVEL: 13]
[CLASS: ASSASSIN]
[HP: 320]
[MP: 346] [EXP: 151/212]
[STRENGTH: 19] [FATIGUE: 0]
[AGILITY: 32] [VITALITY: 42]
[SENSE: 30] [TRIXUM: 120T]
"Is that so?" Grim proudly muttered with a care free attitude.
His voices reverberates throughout the entire chamber and inside the eardrums of everyone present in the room. It was extremely dark and sinister, with a little coarse aftermath.
"Yes my Lord!" Hex sternly replied, bowing her head earnestly in respect.
"What do you think the intruders wish to accomplish?" He questioned, sequentially tapping his fingers on the edge of his throne.
Hearing her Lord's question, she wasted no time in giving him an answer, "I don't actually know but I can guess that they might be after you".
"After me?" He incredulously inquired, steadily releasing a vast amount of bloodlust.
Feeling his rising bloodlust and pressure, Hex felt the chills right through her spine, causing to stutter in fear, "Y… Yes, My Lord", She answered, bow her head deeply.
"How ironic" He scoffed, wickedly pounding his fists on his throne. The loud bang resonated throughout the entire chamber, shaking the Players heart's dearly.
"See to it that these intruders are eliminated at once" He further commanded, obviously giving the order to his Vice-Commander.
"Yes… My Lord" Hex muttered with a bow, promptly taking her leave.
Meanwhile,
Rear Entrance.
Sting and Hellsing had finally clearing up the entire group of Players at the guarded the rear entrance.
[MISSION QUEST HAS BEEN SUCCESSFULLY CLEARED]
[ACQUIRED REWARDS:]
[100 TRIXUM]
[55 EXP POINT]
These giant blue words simultaneously appeared right of Sting and Hellsing.
[PLAYER NAME: STING] [LEVEL: 12]
[CLASS: RANGER]
[HP: 230]
[MP: 300] [EXP: 163/212]
[STRENGTH: 17] [FATIGUE: 5]
[AGILITY: 19] [VITALITY: 28]
[SENSE: 23] [ACCURACY: 31]
[TRIXUM: 190T]
As they attempted to invest their gained Experience points, Hellsing noticed something odd in his acquired rewards.
[ACQUIRED REWARDS:]
[100 TRIXUM]
[55 EXP POINT]
[RANDOM ITEM]
Staring at the third reward, he pondered, whispering to himself, "A random item?".
"But that wasn't in the Reward list in the first place" He further thought, earnestly staring at the azure words.
"Is everything alright?" Sting curiously inquired.
"It's nothing… Let's get going quickly" He replied, prompting their departure.
"Okay" Sting sternly replied, following Hellsing's lead.
The young male soon invested his Experience points and Trixum, shifting his mind away from the random item.
[PLAYER NAME: HELLSING] [LEVEL: 11]
[CLASS: RAIDER]
[HP: 210]
[MP: 260] [EXP: 129/185]
[STRENGTH: 24] [FATIGUE: 0]
[AGILITY: 24] [VITALITY: 28]
[SENSE: 23] [TRIXUM: 160T]
[ACQUIRED REWARDS:]
[RANDOM ITEM]
Wasting no time, the Assault Player duo made it into the First Sect of the Death Squadron dome.
The Entire place was covered in a dark gray, reflective tile which was obviously metallic. The Scenery felt and resembled something from a classic Sci-fi movie, Hellsing used to watch, famously Galaxy Wars.
Deep within his thoughts, Hellsing was feeling weirdly nostalgic as he ran through the futuristic hallway of The First Sect. He couldn't help but internally smirk while wondering what could be causing his eerie nostalgia.
"This damn place resembles that Movie I used to watch as a kid….. I wonder if that show was cancelled" He thought, taking a bend through the hallway.
After venturing deep into enemies territory, the duo stumbled on a pickle. They encountered a fork in the road and soon, they both were surrounded by a bunch of Death Players. At least Forty Players surrounded them with obviously ill intents, with twenty at their right, fifteen at their left and five behind them.
The Duo were soon cornered with their backs facing each other.
"Shit!" Hellsing cursed, drawing out his handguns (Lambda).
"Let's just kill 'em all!" Sting sadistically exclaimed.
[POP-UP QUEST]
[DESTROY THE ORGANIZATION KNOWN AS THE DEATH SQUADRON]
[REWARDS:]
[MEDIC KIT ×1]
[BLOOD PILL ×5]
[MANA PILL ×5]
[20 STAT POINTS]
[TIME LIMIT: -----]
[PENALTY: DEATH]
Reading the update, Hellsing clicked his tongue in excitement, "Alright…. At least, I'm gonna be rewarded for all this ruckus" He thought.
Hearing his obnoxious team mate, Hellsing couldn't help but smirk while he glared at the Players around him, "Alright dude…. I've got your back!" He commented.
"He-he… and I've got yours"
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[MANA COST: 20]
[MP: 280] [EXP: 163/212]
[STRENGTH: 15] [FATIGUE: 3]
Without any form of hesitation, he shot down the incoming players. Thanks his pinpoint accuracy, he was able to target and shot a Player right through forehead. The Bullet instantly traveled through at least five more players, killing them instantly.
[YOU HAVE LEVELED UP]
[PLAYER NAME: STING] [LEVEL: 13]
[CLASS: RANGER]
[HP: 250]
[MP: 330] [EXP: 59/238]
[STRENGTH: 19] [FATIGUE: 5]
[AGILITY: 21] [VITALITY: 30]
[SENSE: 25] [ACCURACY: 33]
Hellsing on the other hand, had successful killed three players while gravely injuring five, sending them to the brink of death. One by one, he shot the incoming Players while dodging their attacks.
[MP: 260] [EXP: 183/185]
[STRENGTH: 24] [FATIGUE: 0]
It wasn't long after, that finally racked up a total of ten kills, including his first three.
[YOU HAVE LEVELED UP]
[PLAYER NAME: HELLSING] [LEVEL: 12]
[CLASS: RAIDER]
[HP: 230]
[MP: 280] [EXP: 124/210]
[STRENGTH: 26] [FATIGUE: 0]
[AGILITY: 26] [VITALITY: 30]
[SENSE: 25] [TRIXUM: 160T]
[SKILL TAB]
[BASIC]
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[MANA COST: 10]
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[MP: 270] [EXP: 124/210]
[STRENGTH: 26] [FATIGUE: 0]
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Seeing the wonderful update, Hellsing didn't stop to celebrate as he rapidly zoomed across the room, wickedly slashing every living thing in his path. Thanks to recent level up, Hellsing obviously felt far stronger and faster as he swiftly dodged each attack while delivering brutal attacks of his own.
After his onslaught, he had instantly wiped out at least ten more players, stabbing their guts, head and chest. Some Players were brutally decapitated or had a limb amputated.
Seeing the brutal work he had done, he felt a little remorse as he shook his head in disappointment. Not wanting to feel sober for the dead players, he shifted this attention towards his System panel, reading the new update he had received.
[YOU HAVE LEVELED UP]
[PLAYER NAME: HELLSING] [LEVEL: 13]
[CLASS: RAIDER]
[HP: 250]
[MP: 300] [EXP: 94/235]
[STRENGTH: 28] [FATIGUE: 29]
[AGILITY: 28] [VITALITY: 32]
[SENSE: 27] [TRIXUM: 160T]
Noting that he had leveled up, he felt excited at the same time disgusted by the fact that, he had to kill Players like himself just to level up. His demeanor changed as his usually bright azure eyes became dim and slender, his usual smile turned to a bitter frown.
"It's either me or them" He muttered, shifting his attention towards Sting.
Just like him, Sting soon began feeling remorseful for his wicked actions. On his side of the battlefield, they were a total of twenty dead players with each of them having grotesque and repeated gun shot hole through their skulls, chest or gut.
His current demeanor was exactly similar to that Hellsing's, "Did it really have to end this way?" He questioned, staring earnestly at the dead Players.
Soon he shifted his gaze to his system as he noticed the new update.
[PLAYER NAME: STING] [LEVEL: 14]
[CLASS: RANGER]
[HP: 270]
[MP: 350] [EXP: 14/264]
[STRENGTH: 21] [FATIGUE: 5]
[AGILITY: 23] [VITALITY: 32]
[SENSE: 27] [ACCURACY: 35]
Just like Hellsing, he also felt disgusted by the fact he killed people like himself just to level up. Trying to snap out of this painful trance, he violently shook his head, smacking it side to side.
"There's no turning back now… We just have to accept fate and move on" Hellsing muttered to his partner, prompting him to cheer up so they could move on.
"You're right" Sting replied.
"Gosh, when did you become a wise soothsayer?" The Sober lad mockingly said, trying to make a joke.
"You just had to ruin the moment" Hellsing commented, smacking his face in disappointment.
"Ha-Ha!" Sting wryly laughed as both him and his partner exited the scene, leaving the dead Players behind.
Few moments after they left, the corpses slowly began to digitize. After a couple of seconds, they vanished into thin air, returning the room to it's former state. Everything including lost limbs, head and blood splatter, all vanished.
Meanwhile,
Second Sect,
Hex, the Vice Commander of The Death Squadron could be seen marching towards the First Sect with a battalion of Death Players. They were at least fifty Players that earnestly followed her.
After making several turns through the dark, futuristic Hallway, they soon stumbled upon the group of intruders, who were trying to find their way.
"Stop in the name of Grim!"