The enemy was just a single person. Without a worry in the world, a figure shrouded in darkness was moving closer to them. The person was humming a distinctive melody, that would haunt the enemies. Attacks were launched but with just minimal movement the attacks were effortlessly nullified. The enemy came closer and closer, even though the people tried to flee, there was no way they could escape.

They had no other option than to lay their lives down. Like a grim reaper, they were harvested one after one. Just the eerie appearance was enough, to realize the only possible outcome would be the sweet release of death. The person just walked up and used a simple spell that looked like black lightning after coming face to face with the next victim. Their bodies would just evaporate and turn to mush.

The whole ordeal just seemed so anticlimactic in nature, there was no tension at all. In front of a predator, they were nothing but mere toys. Watching his followers die left and right no signs of concern could be seen on the eyes of our dear streamer. His own well-being was the highest priority.

He just stood there spectating the gruesome show.

The person only came to a halt, after killing everyone but one single person. Staring straight into the eyes of every viewer. After a while, a defeated sigh escaped the lips of the attacker. Without a worry in the world, the person walked straight by our streamer. Leaving a b.l.o.o.d.y mess and a disturbing scenery behind. Our streamer did not even turn around nor did he show any sign of emotions on his face. He just stood there, looking like contemplating what he should be eating for dinner.

The silence continued until every killed player returned after their resp.a.w.n. Afterwards, the continued to farm and kill every monster they saw again. It was as if what just happened was nothing more than an illusion. Or the sight was so common, that the people were not paying any more attention.

This hypothesis was proven right, by several attacks that came during the stream. The attackers were either small groups or just a single person. Sometimes they won and sometimes they got annihilated. Though the only constant was the fact, that probably due to his influential family, the guy with daddy issues was kept alive every single time.

And I was confused why the level of c.o.c.kiness reached a high level like that, the worldview of his must really be quite self-centred if every person treats him like that. Where is the promised action, it feels like getting a gift, wrapped up in the nicest package and inside is just a big lump of s.h.i.+t. Come on, is the score not the right kind of enticement. I want fights till the bitter end, not such a tease, where just the cannon-fodder gets sacrificed over and over again.

The most infuriating part is that those goons are actually content with their situation. They actually looked like they are even taking pride in fulfilling that role. Where the traitorous side the humans are famous for? All I see is a staged play.

Seems like I am forced to pull one of my trump cards earlier than expected. Otherwise, this will just turn into an endless repet.i.tion and where is the fun in that? I visited the Patch- Notes once again, taking the mantle of the "Insider" once again. Dropping the truth bomb, that the Church is watching each and every one of their moves. And that this sort of pathetic peace treaty is sulling their prestigious G.o.ds. For every person, they left alive intentionally 10% of their earned points will be deducted as a punishment.

I did not have to wait long until the peace was no more. The calm almost cheerful mood was replaced by a gritty one. There were way more people now being vigilant of their surroundings. The attacks G.o.d fewer as well, but the new battles increased in brutality. Even the previously spared "famous" persons were now dying left and right.

It really pains me to say it, but I have to admit, that every single person, would kill me in a matter of seconds. I can have as much conviction as I want without anything backing me up, its a lost cause. Still watching them, killing each other left and right without any kind of break, feels really refres.h.i.+ng.

I will just view this as an act of repayment. But my thirst for entertainment was far from being satisfied, after all, the show was just getting started. Leaving several snide remarks in the chat, I began to pour salt into the open wounds. As a reply I got several insults flung back onto my face. But he did not stop there, he was seeking an outlet for all his pent-up emotions. His poor subordinates had to suffer greatly under his wrath. He was beating them up without any signs of stopping. Even as they screamed in terror and with the agony being visible in their faces.

The tras.h.i.+ng continued until all those players did a horrible death. Resting for a short while they slowly returned not daring to make a single sound. But even this was not enough, he started beating them up once again. The died yet again and returned silently. This cycle of violence continued for what must have felt like an eternity to everyone involved. After finally letting go, this place seemed to be drowning in blood.

This was the satisfaction I was aiming for. Utter despair, raw emotions. This is what we live for. I am really looking forward to what kind of development these guys will make. Will they be driven to absolute insanity. Will they succ.u.mb to their fears? Will, they just give up and never come back?. Well no matter what, I will enjoy the journey towards whatever decision they will make and I will make sure their journey will be one they will never ever forget.

I am looking forward to meeting them. But that has to wait for another time. Once I can move again, I have to secure my survival first. Taking pleasure in their misery comes afterwards.

Until then their suffering and their screams will be music to my ears.