Devil Faye

Blood and Chaos

The battlefield was a grotesque tapestry of blood, flesh, and dismembered limbs, a testament to the ferocity of the ongoing conflict. L-shaped transformed warriors fell like dominoes, their bodies violently severed, leaving behind a gruesome landscape.

[Frenzy: Entering a frenzy state increases strength, agility, and endurance significantly. The angrier and more murderous the heart, the greater the boost, up to 70%.

Cooldown: 3 natural days.]

[Strong Self-Healing: When HP drops below 10%, Stamina increases by 50%, and HP is restored by 10% per second for one hour.

Cooldown: 3 natural days.]

Each L-type warrior had the potential to awaken at least one specialty, or even two, marking a significant leap in power. Coupled with a monthly salary of 5,000 gold coins for the Reformed Legion, their charge was virtually unstoppable. Surviving this battle meant not only riches but also the promise that military pay would be passed on to their descendants, ensuring their families were cared for.

In a world where adulthood was reached at fifteen, these warriors—humans, orcs, and dwarves alike—averaged around twenty-five years in age, with many already having children. With such enticing benefits and the watchful eyes of AI drones overhead, no one dared to retreat.

The bloody melee continued unabated. One L-shaped warrior, half his body cleaved away by a giant axe, unleashed his violent specialty, seizing the Scarlet Berserker by the waist in a desperate act.

BuzzClang

A piercing sound sliced through the chaos as an M-shaped transformed warrior lunged for the Scarlet Berserker's eyes.

Buzz~Boom!

In a heartbeat, the M-type warrior was cut in half.

[Haste: Activate stored power, increasing agility by 30%.

Cooldown: 5 hours.]

[Ghost Sprint: Transform your body into a phantom for 30 minutes, ignoring most physical damage while boosting agility by 20% and intelligence by 10%.

Cooldown: 8 hours.]

But even the Ghost Sprint could not shield the M-type warrior from the Scarlet Berserker's devastating blow. The Berserker, infused with the power of rage, thrust down with his axe, piercing through the warrior's skull. Blood erupted from the wound, painting the battlefield red.

In the wake of such carnage, more warriors surged forward, particularly those in a berserk state, driven by the scent of blood. They fought on, refusing to tire until their health points dwindled to a mere whisper.

Garrett, eyes aflame with fury, charged into the fray. The deputy commander of the Whispering Legion, despite his grievous injuries, could not stand down. He gulped down potions and swung his sword at the Berserker's neck.

The air crackled as he struck.

The Scarlet Berserker, momentarily caught off guard, felt the sting of Garrett's blade—the blood sprayed forth, but his rage only deepened.

"Roar!"

With a primal scream, the Berserker unleashed his ultimate skill, sending a shockwave of scarlet energy radiating outward. Garrett had no time to react; he was cleaved in two, reduced to mere pulp before the relentless tide of warriors.

"Brother! Kill!" Garrett's voice echoed as the reality of his brother's fate ignited a fury within him.

With no weapon but his bare hands, he threw himself at the towering monstrosity. The ground trembled beneath their colossal clash, and blood rained down as mechanical warriors fired from a distance, their AI directing lasers and missiles with deadly precision.

The battlefield had transformed into a grinding wheel of death, where the Scarlet Berserker found himself increasingly outmatched. Blinded by a dagger, his strength waned under the relentless assault.

"It's terrible," Demacia murmured, watching from afar as the players fought valiantly. The air was thick with shouts, laughter, and curses, mingling in a chaotic symphony of war.

"Do you think we have a chance to join this legion?" he asked, noting the brutal nature of the conflict. Even his summoned creatures would be crushed in moments against such overwhelming force.

Wei Lu, standing beside him, shook his head. "This game is different. The officials will monitor us closely, especially as we become extraordinary. They'll enact laws to maintain order."

Demacia's mind raced. "What about a guild or legion mechanism? Could players manage other players?"

"Precisely," Wei Lu replied, gesturing toward the battlefield. "This legion was only established two months ago, with 5,000 members. They're currently focused on testing the capabilities of both new soldiers and players in battle."

As the violence continued, Demacia felt a growing urge to join the fray. "Let's go! I summoned you to fight, not to watch!" He rallied his summons, urging them forward.

Wei Lu observed quietly, knowing that joining the chaos would yield experience points, but he remained cautious.

Meanwhile, in another dimension, Sabo surveyed the dim surroundings with a mix of nostalgia and apprehension. The scarlet moon hung overhead, a harbinger of the infernal realm he now traversed. A flicker of movement caught his attention—a small demon, malicious and eager, swooped towards him.

Sabo smiled, unfazed. "Interesting creatures," he mused. As the little devil approached, a shadow loomed behind Sabo, swiftly engulfing the demon before it could react.

With a satisfied grin, Sabo pressed onward, eventually arriving at a serene peach forest where a beautiful girl swung sorrowfully on a swing. Her appearance was innocent, but her demeanor hinted at darker desires.

"Outsider, you must leave!" she warned, fear flashing in her eyes. "The devil from hell may return at any moment!"

Sabo's grin widened. "Beautiful Miss Devil, you have breached the contract."

Her confusion deepened. This was not how things were supposed to unfold. The rules of her game were shifting, and she struggled to comprehend the implications.

"Wait," she stammered, "how can you change the rules of hell?"

As the scarlet moonlight cast its glow, Sabo gripped the ethereal light, defying the very nature of the game. The rules were rewritten, and with them, the power dynamics of their encounter.