I Picked the Useless Class… Turns Out It's the Most Broken in the Game-Chapter 49: Mere Insect.
"Is this it? Is this the strength of humans? So pitiful." He said, voice deep.
He lifted his hand, then smacked the cheeks of Orrix, one hit on the right, and then on the left. He kept repeating this until his cheeks burst open and the blood started to flow out through them.
Orrix was trying to resist him, he was using all the strength of his body to make himself get released from his grip.
But it didn’t work, Draviel’s grip didn’t budge. It tightened even more.
"You look like a mere ant, trying to change its fate," Draviel said, eyes were calm as still water.
"But you see, Fate has never been changed by anyone. It simply does what it must." He said as he smacked him once more.
He grabbed Orrix from his neck, lifted him up in the air, and his feet dangled in the air.
He had used all of his strength while trying to free himself from Draviel’s grip. Now he didn’t have an ounce of it left inside his muscles.
"You look like someone who’s lifeless, even your anger is slowly fading." He said, his eyes remained cold as ever.
"You pitiful mortal, you can’t change your destiny." He said as he buried his nails deep inside of Orrix’s neck.
Draviel tilted his neck slightly, looking right into the dying eyes of Orrix.
"I’ll not make this death easy for you. I can’t allow you to harm someone I serve under, that goes against my rules, you mere insect." He said, his expression turned even colder than before.
His nails started to bury even deeper inside of Orrix’s neck, and blood started to flow through his neck.
A blood vein ruptured in his neck, and blood started pouring out through it uncontrollably, and then it completely covered Draviel’s hand.
"You dare stain my hand with such filthy blood of a human?" He said, a vein popped through his forehead, but his face remained emotionless.
He raised his other hand and swung it toward the head of Orrix. There was no kind of force behind it.
Just a light, careless strike. Orrix’s head separated from his torso instantly. Rolling away as his body stiffened for a millisecond.
Blood burst out through the severed neck in a violent spray, splashing across Draviel’s face and completely soaking his clothes with it.
Warm droplets of Orrix’s blood slid down his cheek and fingers.
Draviel’s expression started to darken, it was not emotionless. "You dare anger me by showering me with such filthy blood of yours?" He said, voice cold.
He released his grip from his decapitated neck. Before the body could collapse on the ground, his hand moved once again.
It sliced through the corpse repeatedly, flesh and bone splitting apart with wet, dull sounds.
Until nothing recognisable remained behind, only the remains of pulverised flesh were dispersing into the thin air.
After ripping the body of Orrix into several small pieces, Draviel’s eyes drifted towards Leon, who was still on the ground, unconscious.
After a while, Leon’s eyes finally opened. His body was still aching with pain, muscles were screaming for mercy, heart was racing with the speed of light.
"Wh-what? How am I still alive?" He muttered under his breath, voice shaky.
He tried to move his gaze, trying to scan the surroundings, looking for any kind of trace of Orrix.
But he found nothing, Orrix was not there, nor the archer whom Draviel had taught.
He noticed that Draviel was standing next to him, his back leaning against the tree’s trunk, his eyes closed, and his arms crossed next to his chest.
’Draviel? Why is he standing there as if nothing happened?’
Before he could think about anything else, a system panel appeared in front of his eyes, glowing with a bright red light.
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◇ PLAYER KILL DETECTED ◇
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[Player Kill Recorded]
└ Player: Leon
└ Target: Orrix and Rayn
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[System Notice]
└ PvP Kill Confirmed
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[Minor Penalty Applied]
└ EXP Gain − 30% (60 Minutes)
└ Mana Recovery −10% (30 Minutes)
[Info: Penalty severity increases with multiple kills]
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[Additional Notice]
└ Repeated kills may
trigger further evaluation
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[Multiple Player Kills detected.]
└ Karma gained from the first kill was denied.
└ Karma for the last two kills got calculated.
└ Current karma − 1000 [INFO: 1 kill gives 500 karma points.]
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’What? Player kills? But I didn’t kill anyone.’
His gaze turned down towards the ground, palms squeezed as he made a fist out of them.
’No... It’s not that. The problem is, I can’t even kill them. I’m too weak.’
Before he could think more about this situation, Draviel’s voice fell into his ears.
"Don’t think that much, you’ll only strain your brain." He said, voice deep.
Leon’s gaze turned towards him, his body aching like crazy. "Was I talking aloud?" He asked, barely accumulating the strength to maintain his voice.
"No, it’s written all over your face." He said.
Leon’s gaze shifted back towards the ground, his palms turned into fists once again.
"You were right, I’m too weak." He muttered under his breath.
Draviel didn’t say anything, he just listened to him.
"I was too weak... I was not even able to put up a fight against him..." He said.
Draviel still didn’t say anything, he remained standing there, and his face remained expressionless as he heard Leon grieving.
He lifted his hand and stomped it on the ground once, his voice came out loud, firm. "I’ll never lose ever again, not like this at least." He said.
Leon stopped, didn’t mutter anything else from his mouth, and kept staring down at the ground as he self-reflected.
A system panel appeared in front of his eyes. It shone brightly with its bright blue light. His eyes widened as his lips parted slightly, the grip of his palms loosened, palms went back to normal.
’What the hell? How can this be?’ A small smile appeared on his face, clearly amused.
A/N
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