Of course, that outcome is only predetermined, if you are not so abnormal like I am. Even though my body was looking horrible with many deep wounds all over, I still retained the ability to fight. The players could not believe their eyes as the saw me walking out of that spell. But after seeing my shape, they became motivated once more.

Sadly for them, I was done playing the nice guy. At first I was being thoughtful killing each and every player quickly. But sadly they did not show the same level of concern for me. So they surely won't mind if I fight cruelly now.

There was not any significant change in the number of players surrounding, so I just searched for the next target, to vent my frustrations on. After all, it was quite a strain to always act in a calculated fas.h.i.+on. Sometimes you just have to get rid of all the pent up stress.

My target was a young man, who looked at me full of pride and confidence. To prevent him from escaping I pierced his right food with my claws. He looked at me calmly with a smug grin on his face knowing that I would have to take more damage for killing just a single man. But my actual goal was not to kill him, it was about to send a message.

My fingernail penetrated the men over and over again but I did not aim for any life-threatening spot. He would have screamed continuously if I had not ripped his tongue out. So only a painful whimpering could be heard. The man's eyes grew wide in shock, as he looked at my calm face, as he was enduring a pain he never felt before. I would be way crueller if the bombardment of spells did not hurt me. In order to give him a real memorable goodbye, I will do something very special for him.

I lifted my left leg and launched it will all my might at his groin. For a moment, each and every player was looking at me with terror in their heart. A serious expression returned to their faces and they finally stopped all their antics. I had their full attention. Both sides knew that playtime was over.

As I removed my right leg, the mangled corpse finally fell over. Both sides started their attacks simultaneously, I was constantly on the move to avoid the spells, as I came closer I still got hit by some. I used my nails to grab one player and began to use him as a meats.h.i.+eld to storm forwards into more players.

They did not show any restraint, as they hit their comrade with magic. After the men had served his purpose, I just threw him aside. A man used a magic spell direct in front of me, without a shred of fear. He pierced my shoulder as I severed one arm from him. Finally someone strong appeared, in front of me.

Someone like him is true to my liking, he did not show any signs of hesitation or pain, even after losing an arm. In comparison to the others, he moved in as he prepared the next spell. I see he wants to deal as much damage as possible and the closer he gets the more likely he is able to pierce a vital spot.

He just made one misconception, he did not expect that I would throw his arm right back at his other arm. This distraction caused him to lose his focus for a split second, that period of time was enough for me to end his life by throwing several hair projectiles.

It is quite refres.h.i.+ng to fight against opponents with different approaches. Even if that means, that my body receives more and more wounds. Right now my regeneration can still keep up with it.

As long as they only use this level of coordination I still can pick off single targets with ease. I have to be extra careful if they start a spell that needs multiple casters. After all, I am not too sure, whether I would still be able to fight if something like this were to hit me again.

I approached my next target while dodging the wave of spells as best as I can. My opponent turned out to be one of the few female players. Looking at her face, a realisation hit me, it was ice magic girl that I had killed some time ago. Did she learn her lesson out of my fight with her?

She used her magic to try and stop my engage, but sadly I do not require a footing. My claws were enough to run ahead without any kind of worry. To counteract she launched a spell at my limbs to hinder my movement. Good, but not good enough yet, I used my velocity and ducked under the spell and slid on the ice until I was in front of her. Without letting her foster a new plan, I pierce her heart with a swift motion.

I just hope that I do not have to face her sister, my last fight against her was just won by a fluke. But if I get into that predicament I will have to resort to using my full strength without holding back.

I did not encounter any more strong magicians in the next fights. They all ended without any kind of suspense. 5 men died that way. Strangely whenever I killed a player, I got the feeling that those players felt something like remorse.

They still tried to throw magic spells at me, but they were lacking conviction, they just did not even try to fight seriously. So what's wrong this time? Who knows, what's up next I will just keep on killing them as long as they mind is clouded like that.

My job was easier then ever before after they had lost every will to struggle. They hung their heads down in utter shame and focussed just in keeping me in this encirclement, even their magic is not aimed at me anymore. So they are keeping me in check, but do not want to kill me anymore. Seems like someone else wants to finish me up and that person or group can threaten this whole crowd to follow their bidding.

Then I will use this time to recover as much energy as possible, otherwise, I will not have many opportunities to do so. Though to not raise any suspicion, I will have to be careful and should avoid acting strangely. Slas.h.i.+ng yet another throat I thought about whether my current act was convincing enough.

In the near distance, several players jumped into the cave, but they were just observing instead of paying attention, it is likely that they are not the ones who I am going to face soon. More and more players I had killed returned but stood silently and kept watching from afar.

The players surrounding me did not get any support. As I took life after life, the surrounding field of players kept shrinking. I doubt that this fight will end on such an anticlimactic note.

They are just trying to buy time and that's why they keep me busy. They are not even doing a good job at it. I just play along, because I need the time as well. So I took my time and decreased my movement speed bit by bit. I still had to kill those players, to not blow my cover. I wanted to create the illusion, that all this fighting resulted in some serious consequences.

Seeing the elation on their faces, after watching my fighting capability drop considerable, supported my hypothesis that they were tasked to stop me for someone else. Simulating a breath that got heavier and heavier made it even more believable.

I guess they might see a light at the end of the tunne by nowl, the could proudly boast about how they kept such a dangerous creature in check. What does the weak not to do to get the recognition he craves for? Why else would they even attack me in the first place? Because I destroyed their really important compet.i.tion? Give me a break. Those people only did such an event because they stood no chance, they are doomed to stay in the shadow of the really talented people.

In a world full of honour, it was their chance to s.h.i.+ne, but alas they did not expect to fight a monster that is so tenacious. So after someone important arrives all they could do was support them, in their endeavour to get a small part of the spotlight. How pathetic. No wonder those kinds of people are destined to remain mediocre

The enemies number dwindled as each of them lost their lives to me. It was down to 10 people, if I wanted to I could have escaped any time by now, but I was curious, who could order them to such an extent.

Without any warning a blue flame approached me quickly, without looking I grabbed the next person to me and put him in harm's way. As his body was singed under the blue flame. I took a look at the general direction where the spell came from. Oh look another happy reunion, I was forced to suppress a tear of happiness. But looking at her face full of hatred made me think that she did not feel the same way as I do.

She began to yell at me, screaming something that I do not need to understand to get the general gist of it. The angry mob of henchmen behind her is helping in getting the point across. Right by her side stood another tall man, who looked me as I had done something atrocious to him. That duo of them began to point of me and the henchmen started to run towards me.

Looking at the angry mob running at me, I was forced to realize, that this might not be as easy as the previous fight. After all, those people do not act as brainless and are able to use actual tactics.

Preparing for the worst, I used my hair projectiles, to keep them on distance, but those were blocked with ease by their magic.

If they are not holding back anything, I will have to do the same. I hit my right leg, giving the queen the signal and rammed every fingernail into my stomach.The prelude was finally over.