'Haha! Come at me! I am stronger and faster than any of your dogs.' The intellectual warfare was won by Aron and only option left for a desperate blacksmith was using strength to suppress the boy. The problem was that his strength could easily kill any of those brats without any effort.

White-haired boy decided to visit Rose as she helped this body many times. His appraisal was improved, so he could find the source of her bizarre power from abomination's memories.

[Rose]

[Race: Human/Elemental Hybrid]

[Bloodline:High Fire Elemental(60%)]

[Trait: Split Personality, Fire Control(??), Crazy(??), Kind…]

"Good morning, Rose! How have you been?" Aron decided to talk with her for a moment.

"h.e.l.lo. I am fine. I heard about Bob… I talked with him couple times and I wouldn't suspect that he wanted to kill us all…" The sorrow and disbelief could be heard from her voice.

'Rose is mild and weak village girl. I might be little too harsh. Village is small and everyone knows each other.' She could be Bob's friend and he killed him without any mercy. The decision wouldn't change if he knew this fact. At worst case scenario, he will kill her or find a way to imprison or control her.

"Imagine situation where he set a fire and many people died. His death was good thing for safety and stability of a village…It was impossible to monitor him entire day and night to prevent any stupid move from him." Aron created image of a sick psycho trying searching a way to destroy lives of other people.

"Maybe, you are right. I still cannot believe he is dead." Their conversation continued for some time and Aron left.

Walking toward Carl's house, he met Joe and his group accompanied by some adults from other village.

'So he decided to strike in a middle of day. Desperate move…' Attacking him at day would arouse suspicion in minds of villagers.

'Whatever…Truth can be manipulated…' It was time to finish this matter for good.

"h.e.l.lo, guys? What's up?" His body was ready for battle, so last thing was their initiation. Creating image of being attacked by a group of people and beating them in self-defense.

"Come with us! We have something to show you!" They signaled Aron to walk out of a village.

"Interesting! Let's go!" Fighting in the village allowed him to have advantage of reputation boost, still showing his true strength to all those small-minded people wasn't good idea.

They went pretty far from a village, boy walked with a smile on his face. They thought that he was naïve and stupid but in fact they were.

"Do you want to go Blood city or you will attack now? I am bored…" It was already too big distance from a village, continuing any further wouldn't give any advantage to anyone.

"f.u.c.kING TRAs.h.!.+ DIE!" All of them chaotically attacked him, and boy calmly watched their coming at him with smirk on his face.

Bang! First of them tried to hit Aron with his fist, still boy simply sidestepped and pounded his head to knock him off.

"One down. Many to go!" All enemies were shocked by this situation, still they rushed at him with everything they got.

Bang! Punch! Kick! Slowly, number of wounded enemies increased and it was time to end this comedy.

White-haired kid approached Joe as he was only one left and said.

"What should I do with you all? Kill? Torture?" None would believe that person you bullied entire life would ever strike back at you. This situation is too extreme, their roles reversed and his life was in danger.

"f.u.c.k! YOU CANNOT TOUCH ME! I AM FUTURE VILLAGE CHIEF OF COPPERHEAD VILLAGE!" His voice was shaking from fear and it was comical way to threaten the opponent that knocked out dozen of people.

'Should I test this ability? Let's gamble? Beating or killing him will give me nothing! Let's use him as experimentental subject!' This ability wasn't used even once and all other abilities have various uses to him. It was time to test this power on this idiot.

'Let's gamble!'

His surroundings immediately changed, it wasn't plains outside of the village. They appeared in a weird modern hall.

"WELCOME!" The weird voice sounded inside his ears.

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"WELCOME THE GAMING WORLD! TWO PLAYERS ARRIVED! INITIATE YOUR STAKES!" The Joe was standing confused on another side of the room.

He obviously wanted to say something, yet voice said.

"The communication between players is disabled during the selection of stakes!"

The touch screen appeared, and he could choose things from Joe.

[Lifespan]

[Skills/Traits/Talents]

[Freedom]

'That's great! I want his f.u.c.king freedom.' Getting Joe's freedom would allow him to control Ian and it would resolve conflict between them for good.

He clicked the freedom and explanation appeared.

[If you win the duel. The opponent's freedom will belong to you, and it will be impossible to do anything against your will for him.]

'I wonder what kind of technology, they use to ensure this effect.'

[You will know it in future.]

"STAKES HAVE BEEN CHOSEN! LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! IT'S SHOWTIME!"

They transported to stage with a giant Wheel of fortune.

"THE INITIATOR OF THE DUEL IS ARON. THE CREATURE WITH WHITE HAIR. HIS OPPONENT WILL BE JOE, THE CREATURE WITH BRONZE HAIR. THE WINNER TAKES FREEDOM OF THE LOSER. CHALLENGER HAS RIGHT TO SPIN THE FIRST DISCIPLINE!"

There were screens with their faces and description in weird language. Something signaled him, to come and spin the wheel. There were 16 categories, 4 with a mark of a skull and 12 with different marks.

The marks had weird symbols on them. Aron didn't understand any of them, and this will be hard.

He spun the wheel, and the wheel was spinning, and he only hoped for the good category. The wheel stopped, it was a freaking skull.

'f.u.c.k! FIRST SPIN AND I NEED TO BE SO f.u.c.kIN UNLUCKY!'

"THE CATEGORY IS CHOSEN! IT'S DISCIPLINE FOR DEATH CATEGORY! HAHAHA! TODAYS CATEGORY IS GUTs.h.i.+PS~!"

There were tribunes and people started to scream in excitement.

'It doesn't sound pretty good.'

"THE GUTs.h.i.+PS IS TACTICAL GAME! EVERY PLAYER HAS 4 s.h.i.+PS AND THESE s.h.i.+PS ARE WANDERING ON THE MAP. EVERY s.h.i.+P IS CONNECTED TO PLAYER'S VITAL ORGAN! PLAYER HAS TO DESTROY ENEMY s.h.i.+PS BEFORE HE DESTROYS HIS! DID I SAY ABOUT VITAL ORGANS CONNECTED TO THE s.h.i.+PS? IF s.h.i.+P IS DESTROYED YOUR VITAL ORGAN WILL BE DESTROYED TOO. ANOTHER WINNING CHANCE IS TO SURVIVE MORE ROUNDS THAN OPPONENT! DON'T WORRY THE YOUR PAIN LEVELS WILL BE ADJUSTED SO YOU DON'T Pa.s.s OUT FROM PAIN!'

They floated to the air, they saw the board with s.h.i.+ps moving around. They didn't stay on side of the map, if the player was unlucky he could shoot down his own s.h.i.+p. They were put into floating rooms without sight on the board. There was a touch screen with coordinates, where you wanted to shoot.

"THE FIRST TURN! STARTING PLAYER JOE!"

The screen showed Joe with a confused look, trying to figure out what's happening. It was witchcraft to him, and he touched a random spot on the touchscreen.

BOOM! The explosion resounded through the entire area.

"FIRST SHOT! NO HIT! WHAT A DISAPPOINTMENT!" Entire crowd started booing at him and this was another effect of failure to entertain them.

Every round ended after player shot three shots. Joe was in confusion, and those things weren't real. It was nightmare and he only needed to wake up.

BOOM! BOOM!

"CONGRATULATIONS! YOU FREAKING STRUCK IT! TOO BAD IT'S YOUR OWN s.h.i.+P! HAHAHA! "

Joe collapsed in pain, he coughed some blood and looked at the screen with horror.

"JOE DAMAGED HIS OWN KIDNEY! IT WAS GREAT EXPLOSION! ONE MORE AND HIS s.h.i.+P WILL SINK! I WOULD BE b.l.o.o.d.y p.i.s.sED ON MYSELF IF I DID WHAT HE DID!" The commentator tried to play with words and some people on tribunes started to laugh. Joe felt pain and humiliation, and it was first time in his life when he was so helpless.

In Aron's room, a screen with Joe spitting blood appeared, next to it was notification.

[Player JOE damaged his kidney's s.h.i.+p! You are leading in this game!]

'It was real, this skill is freaking dangerous. It's better to kill someone and freaking plunder their bodies than play this game of death.' The trace of regret appeared on Aron's face and

[Host is just unlucky! You started from the worst category!]

This moment was important, he needed to choose his targets. He remembered the last image of the board. These s.h.i.+ps were moving around, it looked random at that moment.

'I need to find the pattern.' He was imagining the movement of these s.h.i.+ps again and again.

The timer appeared next to his board. He had 30 seconds left to choose targets, or it will fire at random!

'f.u.c.k! I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME!'

He decided to choose 3 corners, and there shouldn't be any s.h.i.+p.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"OMG! THIS PLAYER IS INSANE! THREE SHOTS AND TWO STRIKES!"

Aron felt extreme pain, and it was his liver. He started to spit his own blood and screen with terrified Joe appeared. He was losing his breath as his lungs were filled with blood.

"IT WAS BREATHTAKING SHOT! HAHA! DON'T WORRY GAME WON'T END SO FAST! ACTIVATING BREATHING a.s.sISTANCE FOR PLAYER JOE!"

[You sank opponent lungs' s.h.i.+p. Congratulations!]

'Bleeding liver, I have less than an hour. The liver is crucial as other organs will start failing one after another.'

The time is limited, he wouldn't survive long with bleeding organ. Next round will end entire game, his brain started to work on other level. Predicting movement of every s.h.i.+p from the beginnings of the game to this round with confirming right course from results of first two rounds.

'Liver, Kidneys, Lungs, Heart. They wouldn't use the brain as it would end the game immediately. I need to strike his heart's s.h.i.+p.'

"THE SECOND ROUND START!"

Joe was getting weaker and paler, extreme blood loss. His time was limited to a few minutes, and he will lose consciousness.

"TIME LIMIT IS 10 SECONDS!"

Joe didn't understand this game, and he didn't want to be hurt again. So he didn't use the touchscreen.

"TIME IS UP! SHOOTING AT RANDOM!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"HAHAHA! TRIPLE KILL!"

Aron's lungs were destroyed and tried to do something.

"ACTIVATING! BREATHING a.s.sISTANCE FOR PLAYER ARON!"

's.h.i.+T! I won't survive the next round in this manner!'

There were many possible positions of Joe's heart s.h.i.+p as s.h.i.+ps moved extremely randomly. There was no algorithms behind their movement.

"ARON'S TURN!"

'Let's bet on my luck! Those three positions have highest probability!' There wasn't any algorithm behind their movement, still it wasn't full random either. It was something close to pseudo-random movement and he needed to find right distribution to calculate the probability. His brain found few possible solutions. One of those was chosen and used to calculate probability.

He created 3 places of Joe s.h.i.+p's and decided to shot into three possible positions of the smallest s.h.i.+p.

'If it isn't his heart s.h.i.+p. I will die and lose this!'

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

These three explosions felt like minutes, the stress and lack of blood made him extremely tired.

The excitement of the crowd reached a climax. If they heard these shouts, their eardrums would explode.

Aron was laying on the floor and slowly losing the consciousness, suddenly he felt pain in his kidney.

'FUU'

He closed his eyes and felt disappointed, and these positions were wrong or small s.h.i.+p wasn't heart.

"WEEEEEE HAVE A WINNER!"

The screen of Joe exploding into b.l.o.o.d.y mist appeared although Aron didn't see it.

'I am alive, did I win?' He opened eyes and saw a screen with a replay of Joe body exploding with pop sound.