We were wining..

The crate shattered beside him as the limb slammed into it, sending splinters over his head.

Kade flinched back, hand trembling over the system window still floating in the air.

> [Saved File 5]

He stared at the timestamp.

"Wait… that's when I first woke up in the tent."

The memory hit: the cold sweat, the distant owls, the crackle of the fire, Mira tossing him food and water like an afterthought. That had been File 5.

"...My only safe wake-up point."

He hovered his finger over [Delete?].

"Should I? I mean, if I die now, I come back before the freak show drags me out of the tent. That's good, right?"

He blinked up.

The creature twitched—then one of the three grotesque mouths stretched, jaw unhinging in a sick, liquid motion. A wet cracking sound echoed as a long, rotting neck slithered upward, rising like a snake with too many joints.

Kade's breath hitched.

The mouth turned—or aimed, somehow—and locked onto him.

"...Nope. Nope no—"

The neck snapped forward.

Kade rolled just as the extended maw sank into the dirt where his head had been, tearing a shallow trench in the mossy ground. Mud and rot flew past his face.

He landed hard, system screen still flickering beside him.

"DELETE LATER!" he shouted, slapping the [Cancel] icon.

"AAAGH!", kade groaned as he rolled on ground

[Save Game]

>Yes/No?

"Do it, do it—just do it!" Kade hissed, frantically jabbing his finger at the floating 'Yes' option.

His hand slipped on blood and grime—but he managed to smack the icon.

>Yes

[Game saved]

A sense of relief washed over him for a split second, but it was short-lived. His heart was still hammering in his chest as he looked up, seeing the creature shift its grotesque form toward him, mouths opening wide in a sickening sound.

It was about to lunge again.

But then, a war cry cut through the chaos.

"HYAAAAAH!"

The moment Kade hit the [Game Saved] button, a surge of panic still clawed at him, but he took a shallow breath. The creature's grotesque form was still looming in front of him, its twisted limbs scraping the earth, and those three grotesque mouths opening and closing in unnatural rhythm.

But then, amidst the shrill screeching of the creature, a loud bellow rang through the chaos.

"HYAAAAH!"

Garron, wild-eyed and relentless, emerged from the shadows of the tent flap, his massive frame carrying him forward like a battering ram. In his hands, he wielded a greatsword—a hulking blade, almost as long as he was tall, its edge gleaming under the moonlight.

The creature's limbs, spindly and twitching, shot toward Garron, trying to lash out and block him from reaching the vulnerable spots on its twisted body. But Garron, with a roar, swung the sword like a man possessed.

The blade sliced through the air with a speed and precision that defied its size, connecting with one of the creature's limbs in a spray of blackened ichor.

The impact was brutal, the greatsword cleaving deep into the creature's rotting arm with a sickening crunch, and it shrieked in agony, one of its mouths opening wide in pain.

"Come on, you ugly bastard!" Garron shouted, not pausing for a moment. The creature staggered backward, shrieking, as Garron twisted his sword free, making another swift strike.

The creature screeched as Garron struggled with his greatsword, lodged deep in its rotting flesh. The sword was stuck, its massive blade caught in the thick, decaying neck.

Garron gritted his teeth, pulling with all his strength, but the creature was too strong.

One of the mouths opened wide, aiming straight for him. He barely had time to react.

"NO!" Kade yelled.

The creature lunged, jaws snapping shut with sickening speed. But just as the mouth neared Garron's chest, a dagger flew through the air, hitting the creature dead center in the mouth.

BOOM!

The explosion was deafening. Flesh and blood sprayed everywhere, and the creature staggered back, disoriented.

Garron staggered away from the blast, panting hard, barely avoiding the creature's teeth.

The creature twitched, its other mouths howling in pain. It recoiled, the spot where the dagger had hit now a smoking, gaping hole.

"Garron, move!" Mira shouted, launching another spell.

Garron stumbled back, ripping his sword free. "I'm good," he growled, his face covered in blood.

Kade glanced toward Renn, who stood in the shadows. Renn had thrown the dagger. Silent as ever, he pulled another one from his belt.

Kade's heart was racing. The creature was still alive. The fight wasn't over.

Velra took a step forward, her hands quick and precise. She pulled out two sleek pistols, both glinting with magical runes etched along the barrels. With fluid precision, she aimed and fired—each shot ringing through the air in quick succession.

The bullets were imbued with an lighting charge, buzzing with energy as they sliced through the air, piercing the creature's skeletal form.

Each bullet struck with a crackle, leaving trails of light as they hit, causing the monster to lurch back in pain.

Her eyes never left the creature, her fingers already reloading, moving faster than Kade could track. She was a blur of motion, each shot finding its mark.

Kade ducked behind a half-crushed pillar, watching Velra unleash a barrage of glowing bullets.

"Gunslinger…" he muttered under his breath. "Of course."

He remembered the class from MythOnline. It was a beginner's favorite for one simple reason—range. Ridiculous range. While others were out there swinging swords or throwing fireballs with limited distance, Gunslingers just pointed and clicked.

"Mad range, safer positioning... and a gun always wins against fists and swords."

Each shot Velra fired seemed to confirm it—blasts of mana-infused metal tearing into the creature before it could even react.

But then the memory soured.

"Right… the catch." Kade frowned. "Class ascension materials for Gunslinger were a nightmare. You needed rare alloys, monster cores, and a soulbound barrel just to evolve it."

No wonder most gave up halfway through. But those who stuck with it? Monsters in PvP.

Garron grunted, both hands gripping the hilt.

With a heavy pull, he tore the greatsword free—flesh and bone cracking as it slid out.

He didn't wait.

Roaring, he spun and slammed the blade down again, carving deep into the creature's midsection. Black ichor burst from the wound.

"Now!" Mira shouted.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning surged from her staff, striking the beast's twisted spine. The whole creature seized—limbs locking, mouths frozen mid-snarl.

"Go!" Kade yelled raising his fist in excitement

Renn was already moving.

Silent as death, he slipped through the haze, one dagger drawn.

He reached the side—the head Velra had damaged. Its jaw hung crooked, leaking smoke.

Renn struck fast.

The dagger plunged in. He twisted it. A flash of red light erupted from the wound.

The head buckled inward, caving with a wet crunch.

The monster screamed. Its whole body thrashed.

But it was slowing.

Wounded. Cornered.

And now—it was bleeding dark blood from every side.

Here's that moment with Kade's shifting emotions and the sudden horror of Berserk Mode, keeping your punchy, fast-flowing style:

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Kade grinned wide, eyes shining.

Like a kid at a festival.

"We're winning," he whispered, almost laughing. "Holy crap, we're actually—"

RRRRRAAAAAAGHHHH!

The scream hit like a cannon blast.

Kade's smile vanished.

The creature's remaining limbs twitched violently. Its flesh bubbled—veins pulsing like molten cords beneath the skin. Red. Deep, blood-hot red.

The skin darkened, hardened, like stone soaked in rage.

"Oh no…" Kade backed up fast. "No no no no—"

Veins spidered across its entire body. Its eyes—if they were eyes—glowed a sick, burning orange.

"Berserk Mode," Kade gasped.

He remembered now.

A skill.

An ability.

Used by both players and monsters in MythOnline.

Deadly.

Unfair.

"PvP nightmare. PvE death sentence," he muttered. "You don't fight this…"

He swallowed.

"You run. Or get crushed."