Chapter 26

Best Time of their Careers

“Hahahahahahaha…”

Right after that, a group of the monsters belonging on the C-rank food chain came from all directions.

Four Landsharks came from the east and a group of Sigmas also came from the west. And yet, he continued to laugh like some crazy guy.

That laugh echoed on all directions, sounding as if he was lost in some distant place in some distant time.

All Siva thought about is quenching his thirst. He’s been hungry, very hungry, excited, and was actually in the verge of losing himself if he doesn’t kill some. The wolf’s blood in him was awaken and he knew that it will devour him too one way or another so at least, right now, he could lose himself to that feeling.

Dissatisfaction had been building in his chest.

The anger, frustration, sadness, hate, realization, his loneliness, his powerlessness, his worries…it all came as a trembling feeling that shook his entire body. He knew that if he doesn’t let go of all these feelings, it will eat him alive along with the little sanity he had left in his body.

He miss his brother. He was worried. He was in the verge of losing his grip to the world and his goal that he was screaming deep inside.

Thankfully, there was this world.

RPG: Terroa gave him the opportunity to let go of all the negative feelings in his chest.

“Come on!”

The hungry monsters attacked and Siva clapped his hands. An air field surrounded him and the first five attackers froze in place as their brains received the pure close range impact of direct air pressure.

Their eyes rolled up, dried of blood, and they all collapsed on the ground with their tongues protruding out of their mouths.

Even Siva was surprised how much his technological skill improved. Not only its damage output doubled, it also reduced three seconds of cool down time. That, in itself, was the greatest news of all. And with seventeen seconds cool down time, his number of usage in two minutes had increased along with the additional power of his already devastating close range impact attack.

Again, another laugh got out of his mouth and he looked like some victorious general surrounded by the victims of his martial arts.

—No.

This isn’t worthy of being called martial Arts.

If Volt had to put it into words, this was just pure outlet of what could only be described as violence.

“Ten seconds…”

“What?” Volt turned his head to Agatha who then repeated the words.

“He killed ten monsters in ten seconds.”

Wide eyed, Volt brought back his gaze on the scene where Siva was laughing while the monsters all paused and waited for him to finish.

Why the monsters did not attack, Volt could actually understand why. After such a feat, even monsters with only their instincts to keep them alive felt the danger of such a man becoming their enemy. Monsters who had realized that would have run away but these monsters, for some unknown reason, weren’t able to.

Some, those from the outskirts of their circle, was on the verge of turning their backs but somehow, they all always turn around and go back.

At that moment, Volt remembered what Siva said.

They will only attack me.

Instinctively, he realized that there are more to those words than just its literal meaning.

“That sick bastard…” He exclaimed with a smile.

“What?! What is it?” Samara bellowed and shook his shoulder to make Volt face them. “What did you realize? Tell us!”

Is she scared?

This was clearly seen in her anxious expression.

He knew, as someone who had been with them all these time, the always composed Samara who had so much self-esteem born from her trust to her cannons, was scared right now.

It was a rare feat even for him who knew that his knees were shaking. This fight wasn’t just some show, it was a depiction of what real fighters can do in the battlefield. Those born to fight, those who was gifted with the real sense of battle in their blood, those who longed the excitement of battlefield can only release the sleeping beast inside themselves in the battlefield.

This is the place for them.

And they all knew, he knew —No. He always felt it before, that man who refused to break down despite the excruciating pain of a broken leg twisted by a broken leg support. He knew from first glance that that person can endure hardship and pain to a level unimaginable to those who grew up in comfort.

Is this it? Is this his true colors?

As he pondered on this thought, Volt was worried that his sister would be seeing something awful and be scared out of her wits but when he saw her expression, she was smiling.

Agatha, too, was smiling.

And when he dragged his eyes to Samara, what he thought was a scared reaction was a mistake.

Samara was shaking, her body was trembling and she was holding the grip of her cannons tightly. Then he put his gaze back on the fight, he watched as Siva kick a monster in the face along with a loud boom and that monster fell down dead on the ground.

A perfect clean kill.

—No, that’s not it. That’s not the only thing there.

Hawkeye who knew what it was clasped her hands in front of her chest.

Yes, that’s right.

Her eyes were sharp for details, that’s the redeeming factor of all archers. That one kick, even with a weaker attack, could actually kill the monster. It was aimed right on the monster’s ear lobe. And since Siva’s ability centered on Air Pressure, the direct feed of air pressure to the ear would destroy its eardrums, sending a shock on the brain strong enough to numb it and freeze the blood from flowing down.

It was a simple yet very deadly principle and the one person who used such deadly technique as his weapon could only be called a genius.

He was a genius of fighting.

Fearless. Deadly. Strong. Powerful. What else?

As though taken by a wind, Hawkeye suddenly let go of an arrow towards a monster and it was hit directly in the right eye that made it growl in pain.

That blinded monster hit another monster and a third one was literally out balanced by the first’s wild head sway to minimize the pain. Volt looked at his sister and she shook her head as if denying a sin she committed.

“I‘m sorry.” She exclaimed. “I just felt like doing it.”

And Volt, who had played this game longer than them realized this, what Hawkeye did was a natural reflex born from the urge to join the fight.

Siva’s fight had such charisma to make others want to join in too. No. The right word for it was fun. Not only watching him fight was entertaining, it also has a certain charm to it that makes the viewer want to join on his brawl. Yes. It was this feeling. That feeling when you first stepped into the alternate world that is Virtual Reality. The feeling of being inside a game where you can actually use your body and not just an avatar. That feeling of being free of the reigns that bind you to the world of reality where there are only restraints to your freedom.

Those are the restraints created by rules. Rules that’s there to regulate the world you’re living in exchange, an important part of a person was pulled out of his soul.

And that important part is relived in Virtual Reality.

It was freedom.

Right now, Siva was enjoying the real essence of VR gaming. He wasn’t actually a player who focused on powerful kinds of moves and ability, resulting to quick kills instant wins.

Actually, Air Pressure skills are common but what made his fight using such a common ability a real sight is the way he used it. Not everyone can use it the same way he’s using it. Players were all thinking of ending a fight as quickly as possible so they focus on improving their weapons that it all became so powerful, enhancing it further became more difficult.

He should know, he was experiencing that.

Powerful weapons deal high damage. And with high damage output, paired with the user’s ability, the flesh of anything they hit will be destroyed and the quality of their hunt drops drastically.

In short, the more a person pursues strong weapons, the more he actually becomes weak. But, in Siva’s case who solely relied on his body’s real limits, ignoring the 40% less pain feature, exhaustion, the mental fatigue, and also dismissing the fact that he’s fighting hordes of scary monsters, he used the Virtual Reality environment to its fullest and used his own athleticism to amplify his weapon‘s ability.

—No.

He doesn’t have a weapon, his weapon is the wind pressure itself and those knuckles are just there as the protection of his hands.

…or maybe just display?

Is that really it?

But basically, that knuckle equipment is the medium for Siva to be able to use the technological skill.

Without knowing it, Volt had already drew out his sword. And when he realized that he was already on the verge of jumping in to join the fray, he stopped himself deliberately and clicked his tongue.

“The hell…”

But then beside him, Samara raised her right cannon and pulled the trigger. Set in maximum output, a shot worth of two normal shots hit an attacking Landshark directly on its belly. The monster died but for the next ten seconds, he can’t use his right cannon.

And so she lifted her left cannon and fired off.

BOOM!

Another Landshark was hit in the head and it died, falling beheaded with a thud.

“Come on!” She yelled and with a smile as she thrust herself forward, as she changed her equipment to her initial primary equipment, Guns.

Behind her, Hawkeye followed suit and used her best abilities to fire off arrows with maximum accuracy and deadly precision. The monsters got blinded, their eyes suddenly were filled with life as if waking up from a dream and chased after their new targets.

“I see…” Volt saw this and realized. “Siva‘s ability can put monsters into a trans and only extreme pain can wake them up from that dream.”

That bastard have such crazy ability…

And Volt asked himself, when was the last time he ever felt enjoying monster hunt? Lately, it’s been like a repeated killing. Showcasing of powerful equipments and inventing more powerful gears.

But he actually disregarded his own abilities and had been relying solely on the weapon.

That’s why we can’t hunt multiple monsters at the same time. It’s because we’re not used on that situation on actually exerting effort. And also, since when did I called fighting exercise?

“Hahahaha…”

Suddenly hearing Volt laugh made the three girls look at him puzzled. He then got passed through and put the first strike on a monster. The monster endured and woke up from his dream. Another monster was hit with its tusks and woke up, saw Volt, and charged right on with his three tusks.

That one head-on charge showcased the Sigma’s agility and power and Volt was left with no choice but to shield himself using his sword as he got blown off.

“Shit…it hurts!”

Volt was thrown back ten meters and landed on his behind. But the pain only lasted for a second because a bluish white light surrounded him and his injuries were all healed before they even became painful.

“As long as I am around, I won’t let anyone die.”

The vindication of a Healer.

Hearing those reliable words made Volt smile and the two other girls also felt the resolve on Agatha’s eyes as she started to use another ability. A buff magic.

All party members had a boost of agility for the next five minutes. And at that moment, their attention drew from her to the enemies up front.

Volt stood up and readied his pose.

“Let‘s go!”

To his command, the other combat girls had a smile in their lips as they fought alongside Siva who was still flawlessly clean, though drenched in blood, and was in the middle of countless dead monsters.

And while the fight lasted for six hours, not a single moment was boring, more like, it was the most exciting six hours of their gaming career.