The night was a canvas of chaos. Earthshaking booms reverberated across the ancient Chinese village, now a battlefield. The deafening cacophony of rockslides intermingled with the roar of igniting flames, the air thick with the stench of blood and smoke. The village, once a haven, had become a playground for monsters, their guttural cries creating a symphony of brutality.
Amidst this hellscape, a lone figure moved with the grace of a ghost. Cloaked and masked, his identity was as hidden as his intentions. His only weapon was a battered knife, its edge chipped from countless battles. Each breath he took was labored, each movement a testament to his will to survive.
He darted between the crumbling buildings, dodging the relentless attacks of a blue slime and a towering lizardman. The slime, a gelatinous mass, absorbed his strikes, its form morphing and shifting with an eerie fluidity. The lizardman, a hulking beast wielding swords and weapons made from rocks, pressed the attack with brutal efficiency.
A lizardman lunged from the shadows, its jagged teeth bared in a snarl. The warrior met its attack head-on, his knife clashing against the lizardman’s crude weapon. Sparks flew as steel met stone, the force of the impact reverberating through his bones. With a grunt of sheer effort, he shoved the lizardman back.
He immediately knew “These monsters are just playing with me.” He thinks to himself. There’s no way a monster will match strength with me.
Supporting the lizardman was a blue slime, its gelatinous form shifting and morphing with each attack. It absorbed the protagonist’s blows, nullifying his efforts to strike back. The slime’s movements were coordinated, a seamless extension of the lizardman’s assaults. The cloaked man’s attempts to counter were met with frustrating failure, as the slime nullified every potential victory.
The cloaked figure dodged to the left, narrowly escaping the snapping jaws of the snarling lizardman. His cloak billowed around him, masking his face and form as he moved with surprising agility. The ancient Chinese village around him was in shambles, wooden houses reduced to splinters, and frightened villagers cowered behind debris.
The village was a husk of its former self. Ancient Chinese architecture lay in ruins, overtaken by creeping vines and encroaching shadows. Survivors huddled together in what remained of their homes, their whispers carried on the wind like ghosts of their lost hopes. The night was thick with an oppressive silence.
The warrior’s blade danced through the air, striking with precision but finding no purchase. The slime absorbed his blows, its amorphous body nullifying his efforts. The lizardman swung its massive club, the force of the attack shattering the ground where he had stood moments before. He weaved and dodged, his movements a blend of desperation and skill.
But he was struggling. Every step he took was fraught with danger, every strike he made countered by the monstrous duo. The blue slime’s support made the lizardman’s attacks even more deadly, a coordinated assault that seemed unstoppable. His movements grew slower, his breath more ragged.
Then, from the shadows, a new threat emerged. Licking the side of his face then pushing him away. A female ogre, A red-skinned beauty, her body adorned with embers forming tribalistic markings. Draped in a Japanese gi with gilded armored bracers, her hair and makeup were messy giving her a wild, dangerous look. Her eyes gleamed with a violent, lusty aura as she approached.
She taunted the cloaked man, her voice a mocking melody as she launched low flames, forcing him to jump and dodge.
“Spamming?! Really??” he said to himself. As she laughed, her attacks relentless.
The blue slime transformed into a young man with a shark’s head, darting towards the cloaked man. Each impact reverberated through the slime’s small frame but gathered force. The ogre woman showed her contempt, knocking the shark-headed figure away. He identified her as a menhera.
The cloaked man was staggering, struggling to keep up with the relentless onslaught. His opponents were coordinated, their attacks precise and brutal. The villagers watched in horror, urging him to escape, to leave the fight and save himself. But he remained, driven by a purpose only he understood.
Suddenly, a red-skinned oni man intervened. His long, wild hair resembled flames, and he wore a flowing orange gi over baggy Shaolin attire. His chest was adorned with tattoos, a baseball cap perched arrogantly on his head. He was powerful, clearly the leader of this monstrous group. The oni man laughed, his voice a rumble of disdain as he watched the fight.
he commanded them in an unrecognizable language to back off. His tone leaving no room for argument.
The monsters obeyed, leaving the cloaked man to face the oni one-on-one. The battle took on a new intensity, the air thick with anticipation. The cloaked man’s movements were clumsy, his attacks lacking the power and speed he had displayed earlier. It was as if he had been moving on pure reflex, and now, under the oni’s scrutiny, he faltered.
“Okay confession time. I’m not into all the ki stuff” the cloaked man admitted, his voice steady despite his evident fatigue. “I can’t do what you do. But I don’t have time for all this. I’ll end you right here if it’s the last thing I do!”
The oni’s eyes narrowed, and he unleashed a massive fireball technique that lit up the ruins with sheer intensity of it’s roaring flames. The heat was intense, the flames licking at the cloaked man’s skin. The oni suddenly dispelled it, opting instead to burn the cloaked man’s chest with a searing hot palm. The survivors wept, their despair palpable.
His cloak burning from his body as the night sky filled with the embers of his pain. “Did you just brand me bitch?!” he screeches through gritted teeth
The ogre woman struck, spinning and kicking the man in the mouth, then placing her foot on his head. She muttered something vile, but the language was foreign, her words indistinguishable. He sensed the foot heating up.
The sound of an engine roared through the night, drawing everyone’s attention. A player arrived, riding a motorcycle. She had long red braids and green eyes, her gear a blend of military armor and high-tech equipment. Her presence exuded confidence and arrogance, her demeanor as sharp as her weapons.
“Mjolnir Kick!” she yelled, launching a devastating skyward kick that shook the earth transformed the ground as a tidal wave of ores and minerals rose from deep beneath the earth launched skyward, pummeling the oni into the air.
Camilla made quick work of the oni man, her aggressive martial arts style mixed with gun-based fighting proving overwhelming. She introduced herself to the villagers, boasting of her prowess and the might of her guild.
“Name’s Camilla,” she said, her tone dripping with superiority. “I’m here with the Avenge guild. We’ll clean up this mess.”
She turned to the seared man, her eyes narrowing in disdain. “And who might you be? All the attire of a man from earth but no gear, no stats, no rank? You’re just some rogue player Sneaking inside a tower gate. There’s easier ways to kill yourself. I should kick you out right now!”
The cloaked man chuckled, his voice calm despite the chaos. “I guess you could do that. But your priorities are all backwards if you want to kick me out more than you want to put on pants. That’s crazy.”
Camilla’s face flushed with anger, but she quickly regained her composure. “What’s your name?” she says pulling out a massive axe. She tells him that “The suicide may be less by monsters and more about the avenge guild.” He tells her that he knows a bluff a mile away.
“…Rain,” he replied.
Camilla’s eyes widened in recognition. She doubled down on her act “Oh, you’re that guy. The one who keeps raiding towers but can’t get a single kill. I don’t know how you’ve survived this long, but you better stop and let actual players do this. That’s the brokest behavior I’ve ever seen.”
The oni man, recovering from Camilla’s attack, took a cheap shot at her back, sending her flying with a flaming punch that exploded on impact. The force of the blow sent her hurtling through the air, but she exploded again in the air sending her skipping into the distance at mach speeds her body battered and bruised.
Rain watched as the lizardman, and the slime began to pummel Camilla. He knew he had to act. The ogre woman was the first to approach him, her intentions clear. Rain steadied himself, ready to face her.
“You can’t understand a word I’m saying,” he muttered. “But that ego of yours… it’s going to cost you, your whole team.”
Rain activated a unique skill, one that allowed him to absorb the techniques of any monster he killed. He dodged the ogre’s attacks with precision, using a technique he had acquired from a chimera.
“Chimera Weaver,” he whispered, his movements a blur as he dodged the yandere ogre’s Axe as it flew through the air plunging into the lizardman’s back.
The lizardman fell, crushing the slime, and Rain took the axe from its back, killing the slime and absorbing its technique. “Impact Dash!” he cried, propelling himself through the air with newfound speed and power.
Rain fought with a renewed vigor, using the absorbed techniques to his advantage. He dealt a devastating blow to the lizardman. But he refused to assist Camilla in her fight against the oni.
Instead capitalizing on this opportunity to make fun of Camilla for all the tough talk.
“You’re on your own,” he said, his voice cold
Camilla was not even having a hard time, she was adamantly saying that he was “light work”.
Rain watched, amused, as Camilla got sloppy. He taunted her, mocking her predictable moves and desperate attempts to prove herself.
“That Thor skill tree is so predictable! Wrap it up!” he called, his voice filled with disdain. “Go for a finisher!”
Camilla’s rage boiled over, and she unleashed her full power. The oni was overwhelmed, his defenses crumbling under her relentless assault.
Camilla, enraged by Rain’s taunts, began to use her most powerful techniques. “Thor Combination Technique!” he shouted, Calling her attack out before she could properly perform it. her attacks hitting the oni with devastating force.
“Thats crazy work! She’s going hard with these weapons because she’s down bad! So she needed a big girthy axe.” He throws the axe away and calls her lame. “This axe smells like a bad strip club.” The distracted Camilla chases her axe and in that instant Rain finishes the oni boss
Rain saw his opportunity. He used the lizardman’s earth weapon attack, finishing the oni with a final, devastating blow. Beating his chest with his fist as he fell.
The ogre woman fled, and Rain watched her go. “Thanks for the assist,” he muttered, his voice tinged with sarcasm.
The villagers thanked Rain, but he knew his motives were selfish. He needed to get stronger for the Tower Combat tournament, where the world’s most powerful players competed. He reflected on his new abilities, knowing that the path ahead would only get harder.
A horde of monsters appeared on the horizon, hundreds of them. Camilla readied her axe, her face set in determination. Rain braced himself, a wry smile on his lips.
“Ready, buddy?” he asked sarcastically.
In a flash, Rain was kicked out of the portal to the tower gate like discarded trash. He heard Camilla’s voice one last time, filled with disdain.
“Stay the hell out,” she spat.
Rain stood up, dusting himself off. The journey ahead was long, but he was ready. He had no choice but to become stronger, to face the challenges that awaited him. The world would only respect the most powerful, and Rain was determined to claim his place among them.