No.

The tornado became red and started to rip everything around to shreds.

You fool.

The darkness that spiraled in the middle of the tornado condensed leaving a thin reddish pillar that seemed to reach all the way into space. A dark spiraling figure formed from the darkness in front of me. Red came out of a hole in the thin tower and enveloped the figure, now what appeared to be a bestial man with rippling muscles outlined by a red energy, stood and pointed at me.

“Show me that you can survive this world,” The creature said. A dark sword appeared in his hand. The same exact one I saw in my dream. “Ascended Footwork.” The world around me became blurry and distorted as the technique or what I at least called a skill activated.

The specter slightly flinched and gripped the sword tighter. The ground cracked and the specter spun as he slightly tipped the edge of his blade towards the ground. “Names?” He instantly disappeared. I instinctively raised my right leg, tilted a little to the side and kicked. My shoes met the sharp edge of the black sword. My shoe broke into two perfect sides and fell to the ground.

“Not bad...but why can't I cut you?” He moved towards me and lowered his center of gravity. His sword slightly shifted and cut the refined and shaped cotton covering the back of my right leg. “Not even that is fragile. What are you made of?” My eyes opened wide and something clicked.

My body shined a bluish green and everything stopped. I looked at the frozen specter in front of me and punched him extremely fast in the groin. Looks like Ascended Footwork is fast even here. I took him by the head and walked to a street light near me. I bent the top of the metal pole and put it around the specter head.

…

“Well, this should be enough.” I tried to say. In front of me was a crucified specter. I had made this ingenious design by bending all of the street lights around me to make a kind of entrapment and looks like I did a great job. Something clicked again and everything started moving.

“Ouch!” The specter screamed as he looked at his groin. “HOW?” I walked slowly around him and said. “What if you just fuck off,” I said and left him agape. “Hey, come back here!” I walked towards the thin reddish tower and punched it. Wait...I don't have infinite strength. Well, what the hell.

“Strength!”

Are you sure you want to boost strength? 812 points will be taken away.

Yes!

INITIATING… Adding. 812 points. Muscle tension:53(Original) Muscle tension has evolved to: Muscle tendrils. Muscle tendrils has evolved to: Draconic muscle Draconic muscle has evolved to: Forged power. Congratulations you have 865 strength.

I punched again and the whole tower broke in half and fell from the sky. “NOOOO! Mother!" The tower was no more.

/o(-)o

“Why does all the fun stuff happen when we are sleeping?” Cher said. She winked at me and tried to penetrate my skin with the daggers she had gotten from her monster kills.

"So what do we do now?"Asked Heyla as she leaned on my arm and ate some humans eyeballs. Why does all of this seem even normal? Cher is trying to kill me. Heyla is a cannibal, and here I am talking to thin air like some crazy maniac.

We were walking down the streets of a devastated city, the cause? Me and the freaking storm that passed a few weeks ago. Time has passed like crazy now and we are growing bored, as it's always the same monsters trying to kill us...and the same type of people who become a snack for Cher and Heyla. Fortunately, their candies are dead corpses and not alive...mostly old people. “I LOVE THE WRINKLY ONES SO MUCH. When are we going to encounter more?” I remember hearing Cher say with glistering eyes and a crazed grin, that has made me have nightmares this past week.

Just at that moment, an old man with a cane stepped from the alley to face us. “YAAYYY!!! Screamed Cher and Heyla as droll dropped from their mouths.

“I a-” tried to say the old man before he was put down by the girls. Time stopped. Well, at least I got better at this. I walked towards them and took them off. Time returned. “As you were saying sir? I said and grabbed his shoulder. Heyla and Cher stood like cats a few meters away looking at me like if I had just killed their families.

“I-I AM-am t-Thunder and I rule over this place with an iron fist.” Chet and Heyla slowly approached us on their hind legs. They intensely kept their eyes locked with the eyes of the old man. “Please, would you stop staring at me like that? Anyhow there is a tournament for taking over the city. Join and unite us, meet us where the blood unites.” The old man walked back slowly. He threw a few eyeballs into the air and sprinted away. His cane fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Well, that was UNEXpected.

Cher and Heyla where on the floor eating the eyeballs. I have to find a way to bring them and me back to normal.

Some way...

I took the old man's cane and put it in my backpack. I grabbed Heyla and Cher. “Let's go girls.” They looked at me and smiled. A genuine smile. I smiled back and picked them like two lost kittens.

At Least they have not lost that…

We followed a river of blood carved in the center of the street and easily reached where the blood united.

There was a small crowd of people in front of a man with white robes and large jaw. “Today is the tournament...start.” They all stabbed each other at the same time. “Well they are sure crazy,” he said lazily. He looked up at the piles of bodies and saw us. “If you don't mind I'm going to eat.” The man jumped at the pile of bodies and started eating their behinds. “Can we also join Lem? Said, Cher.

“No!”

I walked into one of the buildings nearby and just dropped on a soft blood covered mattress. Yeah, I had gotten cocky enough to do that in a world full of psychopaths.

I'm so tired.

I need time.

I felt two bodies drop on top of me and close the door with their divine and demonic powers. So soft...