It was impressive… from the perspective of the general public I guess?

“Boss, did you see this?” My new ‘second-in-command’ codenamed Cheshire because I couldn’t remember his name (he could believe what he wanted about why I called him that) asked me as he showed me the newspaper from the day before.

“Yes, I did. Adventurer’s, even the Chosen, are kind of funny aren’t they?” I asked, looking to the headline even as I ignored Cheshire’s response.

American Chosen defeats Saudi Arabian Chosen in challenge- Arthur Clive was not even fighting?

It was a long one, but it explained most of the article, which was about how the American Chosen and his team were all over level seventy, and that in the fight against the fourth Demon Lord, he didn’t even fight, instead leaving it to three of his teammates.

Arrogance, but given that he succeeded, it wasn’t arrogance but surety.

If two people propose the same idea, and one succeeds and the other fails, they will be referred to differently.

The one who failed was a failure or madman.

The one who succeeded was a genius and visionary.

It was just a fact of life, what you say has no meaning until your actions are proven.

“But Boss… honestly, these guys are nothing in front of you, aren’t they?” Cheshire asked, trying to sneak a weary glance at my left arm.

Obviously I caught the look; I’d be a failure of a crime lord if I didn’t.

He would see nothing, due to the new trend of fashion, long sleeve tops with the left sleeve slightly shorter to show off the LEV have appeared, but some didn’t want to show their LEV’s.

A large armband with the words ‘my level is my own’ branded on it was what was on my arm, so no one could see it.

Learning about the world in general is so fun; no wonder my boss always liked reading.

“No, the majority of them would be killed by me, but I won’t ignore the Chosen themselves. They have potential, otherwise they wouldn’t be there.” I admitted as I stood up from my previously seated position.

“But none of them are higher levelled than eighty and well…” Cheshire admitted, his own level was around forty, and that was only because he and I were going into the Dungeon as a team lately.

Well, I go in alone most of the time, but on occasion I go with my top followers.

Cheshire was one of them, another was Wolf, the guy who can summon wolves, then there’s the teleporting guy, axe guy, and… multitask guy.

I really do need to learn their names at some point, but I just can’t seem to care.

I basically ‘carried’ them through the Dungeon though, they were weak and practically just took my experience, but I saw it as an investment.

I learnt what that (Investment I mean) was a long time ago, when Boss was reading a book with that word, and I saw it over his shoulder.

I’m older than my Boss, but he was… bigger than me, in the sense of presence I guess.

“That means nothing Cheshire. Even Superman would die if his head was removed from his body.” Cheshire looked a bit awkward at my reference, but hey, I never had comics when I grew up in Pennhurst, so I took it as catching up.

I wish Superman was real though…

I mean, it seemed really easy to kill him? Ignoring his powers, that kryptonite stuff would kill him easy, make a knife out of it and stab him or something.

It would be interesting.

“I see, I understand boss.” I allowed Cheshire to refer to me as boss, but only because my boss wasn’t around. Someone needed to use the title until the owner of it appeared again.

And considering I now knew where the Boss was, he’d hopefully be appearing soon once more…

I just had to arrange for our meeting, while hiding who exactly it is that I want to meet… a difficult thing, if it weren’t for the fact that the Boss was there that day, at the U.N building.

“I’m going to be talking to that agent dude. You and the others go into the Dungeon, I need you guys to be near level sixty by the time the plan will be executed.” I warned and Cheshire nodded, pulling out a phone to contact the other members of the party.

While he did that, I walked around our new base… built as quickly as possible with earth magic, it only had basic amenities but at least we didn’t really need electricity and such, and if we did, there was a place nearby with that.

This place was basically a fake base for when our prisoner escaped.

Thinking of that guy, I opened the door to his cell, closing the door behind me as I entered.

“Hi there, Jason Grey. How is the chair? Comfy? Want some pretzels?” I asked, an aura of nonchalance coming off of me as I sat opposite our prisoner.

Note, the chair was a certain distance from the guy because last time he tried to spit at me.

I shoved stakes into his thighs, wiggled them around, removed them, and had him healed for that spitting incident.

Then I started torturing him.

The above mentioned incident was more like foreplay before the main event so to speak.

…Got to lose that v-card at some point… got to schedule that or something.

“Fuck you.” I didn’t show any annoyance at his words because to do so would mean that his words were affecting me.

It would let him feel he was in control, and I don’t like the idea of that.

“I’m not into men, sorry. Not really into women either, beyond the acknowledgement that they are beautiful actually…” I’m a bit confused on that…

Sexuality was something I didn’t really understand until leaving Pennhurst. I understood the idea of different genders, the birds and bees discussion, and so on, but my own interests were something I was still figuring out…

I’m definitely uninterested in men (beyond their blood) though.

“Anyway, I’m going to ask you again. The Chosen, I know their names, and their levels from when they appeared, but I don’t know about their teammates, I need that information.” It was a bit of a stretch hoping this guy would know all of them.

That was the point actually… this entire thing was a ruse so that I could lure the Boss into a place where we can talk freely. I didn’t actually need this information considering I’m about ten levels higher than the highest levelled Chosen.

None of them could kill me unless by luck or surprise, and considering I’d be the one ambushing them…

Yeah, the odds are stacked in my favour.

“I don’t know.” The agent whispered out and I nodded.

Then I stabbed him in the stomach, getting a grunt of pain from him as I twisted Razorback.

Then I ripped it out, and considering the name, his stomach was kind of shredded at the moment.

A healer stepped in shortly, the man was clearly terrified of me, I didn’t blame him considering I kidnapped him too, and he healed the agent with a guilty expression on his face.

This guy was probably going to help the agent escape. No doubt about that…

What happens will happen I guess.

“Remember the rules? If you lie, I hurt you. I’m aware that there are some things you don’t know, but knowing nothing? That’s clearly a lie.” This conversation was done over the past month I’ve been keeping this guy captive, and it was really starting to get irritating repeating the thing.

If he didn’t answer soon, I was going to bring in Cheshire. Cheshire wouldn’t hurt him, but Cheshire didn’t need to touch anyone for his illusions to affect them.

And Cheshire is pretty fucked up in the head…

Ah, this was a case of the pot calling the kettle black I guess, go figure.

“So what, why do you want to know about the Chosen, isn’t it all there in the news?” I rolled my eyes at this guy, Grey, and his attempt to switch things up and ask me questions.

Well, it’s a classic sign of megalomania to monologue your greatness to people, though I am uncertain on whether that’s a movie thing only.

“Well yeah, basic information is, like how all of those Chosen and their teams are over level seventy by now, but I want to know… personal, information.” The look of fear on his face was beautiful.

“Their names are mentioned for most of them, but that doesn’t tell me who is related to them… after all, some of them have pretty common surnames.” I said, thinking to them.

Ivanov was actually a common Russian name, though usually associated with females I think, as Ivan was the masculine form… I’m not really sure on that front, as I haven’t learnt anything other than English, and a small amount of Latin due to the Boss liking the language.

Then Clive and Kazuto were pretty common too, I’m not sure on Ainsworth or Nanda though.

“Why… you’re planning on attacking their families, aren’t you? You won’t get away with it.” I was actually surprised before I burst into laughter.

“That’s like one of the most common lines spoken by victims and hostages ever man, way to act the part.” I admitted, it was kind of funny to me.

“Doesn’t change the truth in the line.” Okay, this guy was surprisingly funny to work with when it came to talking. Torture wise, he was kind of boring though…

He winced, he groaned, and on one occasion screamed, but it was so difficult to get those reactions from him…

Kind of boring. Playing a challenging game was fun, but not if it took too much effort to get anywhere, then it just became annoying.

“Point, point, I probably won’t get away with it… if they knew I existed?” I offered, and the agent seemed to realize the problem with his ‘it won’t work’ statement.

It wouldn’t work if they knew I existed. But the enemy doesn’t know of my existence, thus they can’t prepare for me.

The Boss should know about my existence obviously, but he’s been acting differently… maybe he was acting, like I do when I’m in public, but I’m not too sure on that front.

I mean, the Boss was removed from Pennhurst due to a certain incident, and after that I never saw him again until recently, who knows what happened to him up until this point.

And even then, while I’m really sure that the Boss was the person I saw, that wasn’t a one hundred per cent thing because it’s not always possible to recognize a child after they grow up.

There was nothing that could be done about that unfortunately… but hey, this wasn’t what I was supposed to be thinking about at the moment.

“So yeah, I’m pretty sure I can ‘get away with it’ as you put it. Listen, I’m going to give you an ultimatum, and I’m hoping you’d listen.” I explained with a yawn while I leaned back, flipping Razorback in my off-hand as I spoke.

“You see, if you don’t have the information I want, I’ll go kidnap another agent or some government official. Then I’ll torture him instead of you.” I was hoping for something here, something that some humans couldn’t help but feel… okay, most of them felt it to some extent.

“I’ll keep you here, and I’ll let you watch me torture and kill every person that might have the information I want. And you’ll know that they could have lived if you had just talked.” I’m basically trying to guilt trip this guy because clearly torturing him isn’t working so well…

I’m surprised actually… most people would have caved by now, but this guy didn’t… and I’m pretty sure that’s a good feat for someone of his age, he looks to be a year younger than me or so.

And normal people don’t get training like the Boss or I did at a young age, so comparatively, being resistant to torture in your early twenties was a sign of a strong mentality…

I think. I’m not sure on that, and I was the last person to talk about mentality.

I also realize that I could have tried other interrogation methods, torture wasn’t a good one actually. I picked it because I like hurting people, but there were better methods…

There was a famous interrogator who did nothing but talk to the people he interrogated. By discussing everyday things in their lives, and seemingly caring for the prisoner, the interrogator at some point earned their trust to the point they treated him as a friend and gave the information freely.

I doubt I could do it that well, but that seems much better when it comes to getting information. Torture was more for immediate results, but there was always the chance that torture would result in false information due to the spite of the tortured.

“…Listen, I can’t give you information on the Chosen. I don’t know anything about the foreign ones beyond their names and classes. As for the American one, they’re my friends, I wouldn’t rat them out.” This Agent was good, I can admit.

He drew a hard line in the sand about what I could, and could not ask, he was honest because he knew that if he lied I’d be bringing in other people to die in his place, so he was being upfront about what he knew, and what he could share.

It was also a way to try and limit the information retrieved, but it was up to the interrogator to decide whether to accept it or not.

In my case, I think I’d accept.

“Alright then… tell me about the other five Chosen then.” I offered, and thus the man began to talk.

After ten minutes, I left the room with a scowl on my face, slamming the door behind me.

Immediately after the door close the scowl vanished, replaced by a confident smirk…

That agent was surprisingly interesting for a guy with one Anima… but compared to me, let alone the Boss, he fell a bit too short.

You see, he gave me some information I wanted, such as the British Chosen having a fucking Oracle in her team, or how the South African team had a wayward soul wandering around at times.

The Oracle was the important bit here, fighting someone who could see the future was a big no-no. The only reason why I didn’t immediately reconsider my targets was because Oracles and Seers were limited in what they were allowed to do.

It had something to do with the Skill/Anima that allowed them to see the future, but there was a limit to how much they could interfere, and they couldn’t change the future, and even informing someone of the future wouldn’t change it.

That was a horrible ability, I decided. What’s the point of knowing the future if you can’t do something about it? Then I’d just be anxious waiting for the moments to arrive without being able to do anything.

It’s no wonder the agent claimed most Seers and Oracles were insane or at least partially odd in the head.

Not like me or my group, but just eccentric more like.

The information was minimal, but that was acceptable.

“Cheshire, you here?” I called out, receiving no reply… right, he wanted to go into the Dungeon with the other lieutenants of my group…

Got to pick a name, and given my hat, and how I called Cheshire, I was thinking Wonderland…

Oh that was so stereotypical, a group with mentally unstable people and they reference Alice in Wonderland.

I’ve read the children’s version, but I wanted to read Through the Looking Glass myself… Lewis Carroll was interesting for writing something so fantastical, and getting it accepted by everyone.

That story was associated with the titular character, Alice, dreaming up Wonderland… but there were darker tales involving mental instability, such as the semi-famous American McGee’s Alice.

An honestly silly children’s story about a girl dreaming, twisted into insanity.

Stereotypical it may be, but if the shoe fits, it could be worn.

Where was I before my mind wandered… oh right, Cheshire was in the Dungeon, so I couldn’t order him around right now?

“Maybe I should go for a drive for now…” I wondered aloud as I walked away.

After spending the day lazily driving around in my Audi R8, leaving four dead bodies in my wake, I returned to the base to find Cheshire and the other members of my organization coming out of our Dungeon Entrance.

It’s so brilliant that these things couldn’t be tracked, and that one happened to be nearby to my base? It was almost like the universe was working to make my life easier.

“Ah, boss, you’re back, I heard you were looking for us?” Ah, trust Cheshire to be concerned with what I was doing…

Mostly because he was aware I could kill him faster than he could get me in an illusion of any sort, but hey, as long as he doesn’t rebel I’m fine with him doing whatever he pleases really.

“Yeah I was… tell me, about our international outlook, do we have anything going on?” I needed this to enact my strategy, and if the answer was negative-

“In Africa it was easy to get a few people in by different places, and as long as we kept guns out of the picture, Europe was done just as easily. The problem was Asia for the most part, as they are a closed society in general.” Cheshire admitted and I sighed.

“That’s disappointing… listen, get some foothold in Japan and Saudi Arabia, I doubt we’d get much in Russia given the stranglehold the Russian mob has on the crime there, but if we can have a small-time operation there with their permission…” Honestly, crime was everywhere, it just took a bit of looking before you found something.

“Understood Boss, I’ll contact Jones.” I don’t know who that is… and seeing my expression, Cheshire coughed before explaining.

“The guy with military training, you called him Bones because his name sounded similar?” Ah… I got who it was now…

I really am bad with names, it’s a serious problem. I mean, I can’t even remember the name of that drug dealer whose kid I was supposed to go kill, all I remember is that the kid was named after the dad.

The fight at the warehouse was memorable, but I can’t remember that guy’s name… I think I have his name written down somewhere…

Ah, here it is, Drew Simmons… got to kill that kid at some point. His dad was surprisingly resilient, and that was the only reason I wasn’t going after that kid right now, his dad had actually held out long enough for me to not go hunting the kid.

I got side-tracked, names, yes, I’m bad with names, it’s why I still call Boss by his title… I forgot his name until I saw who I think might be him.

“Right… yeah, contact Bones, have him talk around in Russia, he seems appropriate for the job.” I mostly said that because of stereotypes involving Russia and soldiers, but hey, if it worked then it was all good.

“Boss… why are you going after those countries?” Cheshire asked and I considered whether or not I’d answer.

“Not telling you that just yet, but it’s going to be a big thing.” That was all I was willing to say on the matter at current, and they’d have to accept that.

If they didn’t, I’d hurt them, and judging from the paling of Cheshire’s face, he saw Razorback momentarily appearing in my hand before disappearing.

“Understood sir.” Ah, he got really curt when he got scared, it was a habit I noted with ease given how often I tried to freak him out.

I tried to scare everyone really, but Cheshire was funny because the more scared he got, the more calm he appeared on the outside.

Sure, loud reactions are fun, but this guy is a different kind of funny for me.

“Anyway, all of you, I have an important job for all of you. I want all of you to get our Adventurer members to around level forty as soon as possible. If you can’t, I’d accept thirty. Before doing this though, I’ll be getting all of you to the fiftieth floor.” The five lieutenants that followed me seemed worried at that… why…

Oh yeah. They are only around level fifty each, with Cheshire approaching level sixty seeing as they didn’t always work together.

Compared to them, the Chosen needed to be around level seventy to kill the fourth Demon Lord?

What they aren’t realizing is that the Chosen, every single one, is what is referred to as a ‘munchkin’ and unfairly levelled.

Think about it, half of a Chosen team killed the fourth, not even including the Chosen, and they did this at around level seventy.

It stands to reason that a full team of level fifties and almost level sixties could beat it…

And it would be weaker now that it has been killed once, and I’ll be going with them.

If a level ninety leader can’t help you there, we (humans as a whole) would never win against Chronos.

Again, the Chosen are all over-levelling themselves in comparison to the bosses they face… for now.

I have no doubt there will be a massive boost in the strength of the Demon Lords at some point which would even the playing field, as well as a limit to our max strength.

Once again, it is a bit hypocritical of me to say that the Chosen are over-levelling themselves when I’m an even higher level than they are.

But that’s their problem.

Explaining this to the five was simple, but they weren’t really certain until I mentioned that I’d be moving with them…

They are terrified of me, with good reason, but I also have no doubt one or two of them might be considering this a perfect chance to kill me.

False hope on their part, but let’s let them see the truth then.

“Come on, we’ll go to the fourth Demon Lord now.” I said, after asking one of my lackey’s to go get me a few pairs of soundproof earphones.

I read the article about the fourth Demon Lord, named Siren, and with a quick search on the internet, well…

It’s quite obvious to me how to kill this thing.

It took a few hours due to needing to drag my slaves to the fortieth floor but we eventually got there.

And no, I didn’t make a mistake. I’m essentially a modern day evil overlord, let me have my fun…

The five were also suitably cowed into obeying me from watching me fight, understandable given that my brute strength is the highest of any Adventurer.

By that I meant my Strength stat I mean. My Intelligence is a close second to my Strength stat, but I don’t doubt someone has more than me there.

Probably that Mage Chosen, the one from Russia… Albert Ivanov? I’m going to enjoy tearing his spine out…

“Boss, you’re drooling.” So I was. Thank you for the observation multitask guy.

…I needed to remember, I wasn’t really paying attention, but my five lieutenants were Cheshire, Axe-guy, Wolf-guy, multitask-guy and teleporting-guy.

…I saw the women in the Chosen teams. There were no ugly ones, and one or two were supermodel level, like that blonde in the American team, or the British Chosen… though the latter is a bit soft-spoken and tiny, that didn’t detract from her looks.

Personally I liked the latter more, appearance wise. Someone as plain as me doesn’t get people who look as confident as the other girl.

*Meanwhile, in Manhattan, Arthur Clive had a stray sneeze as he welcomed team Drew to Caliburn. They’d stop laughing… eventually*

I got a bit off point, I started thinking about the people in my team, then realized we were all psychotic or criminal men, and then I skipped straight to complaining that the Chosen actually had women in their teams, beautiful ones too…

Sexist it may be, but I would just once like to see someone without a Y-chromosome in my team.

“Indeed I was. I was picturing using a combination of my Metal magic and a healer to turn a specific person’s spine into a whip to beat that same person with. The healer to keep said person alive while the spine is being removed.” I said as matter of factly as possible.

It freaked them out when I said things so simply… most of them at least.

“Boss, I don’t think healers are that good yet, let alone our ones.” The Axe-guy was worse than I was mentally, but he did have a good point occasionally…

My thought process was pretty high tier for someone with a lust for violence, considering I knew how heavy a human head was compared to a bowling ball (but only while the brain was still inside) and the scientific idea of a backdraft.

Axe-guy did some pretty strange things to the corpses of his victims, ranging from pissing on them, shitting on them, using the corpses sexually and on one occasion using a corpse as a jigsaw puzzle.

The last one I helped him finish by the way, he accidentally swapped the ears and he lost one eyeball which I found in the corner.

My favourite lieutenant by far, even with how weird he was.

“Be that as it may Axe-guy, I have a dream! A dream in which I am free to beat a man to death with his own spine, and in the process of retrieving his spine the man will survive!”

The other four lieutenants stepped away, hoping to get away from Axe-guy and me… they’re too late though, given that they already work for me.

Ahem, side-tracked as we were, that was because we were finally in front of the door to the fourth Demon Lord.

Entering after putting on the earmuffs, the Siren appeared on a little island in the middle of a ring of earth, Murloc’s jumping out of the water to attack us.

I signalled the five, and they understood their jobs, they were to keep the Murloc’s off of me while I killed the Siren.

Focusing my magic, aware that no Murloc would touch me lest they (my lieutenants and the Murloc’s combined) die a horrible and painful death…

Philosopher’s Stone was a good read. Chamber of Secrets was better.

I want a massive pimp-snake…

I go on a lot of tangents, ahem, I was busy focusing my Metal element to create a thin ‘lid’ for the water, causing the Siren to scream at me…

I think she did anyway, I couldn’t hear anything.

“HAH?” I screamed back in question, but clearly the Siren didn’t appreciate the question given how she tried to attack me by leaping off of her island.

I guess connecting that Island to the earth we stood on allowed the Demon Lord to join the fight early.

Didn’t matter to me, but some weaker Adventurer who tried that trick might get killed.

Good, I’ll recommend it on some Adventurer website anonymously.

This Siren was good with her spear/sword on a stick as she twirled it and stabbed at me… but she just wouldn’t be able to hit me all that well.

As mentioned, I’m over level ninety. There was no way I’d get hit by this thing, regardless of how much of a boss monster it was, or how strong it was, if it didn’t hit, it was nothing.

So taking a moment of levity, I managed to glance at the others.

Cheshire, nerdy mentalist he was, used a Blacksmith made rapier to fight, dodging out of blows by using his Mind magic to yank himself out of reach of attacks he couldn’t dodge normally.

A good use for his high Intelligence stat, but he couldn’t exactly dodge many times due to how much magic it took to dodge, so I’d say his fighting style was still a work in progress.

Axe-guy was a tank actually, his Endurance and Vitality were his highest stats, with his next highest stat being Strength, he couldn’t wander in the Dungeon alone because he was weak against monsters that could only be hit by magic.

He was basically destroying the Murloc’s while goading them into attacking him, shouting something.

From past experience, what he shouts usually sounds something like:

Hit me damnit! Hit me until I feel it! I need it! More pain, more pain, more pleasure!!!

And at some point we just began to ignore any wet stains around his pants.

Again, Axe-guy is freaky.

Teleporting guy was my favourite, he didn’t use his Anima often, instead relying on skill to go through the fights, with teleportation being his ‘oh shit help’ card.

Basically the same style as Cheshire but more cool due to the flashing blue effect when it happens.

Though I can’t help but feel that using his teleportation as a weapon would be much better, unfortunately I was instead gifted with an awesome knife and a pimp top-hat.

…Why am I complaining?

Multitask-guy (calling him multitask alone would be a copyright violation apparently, I checked… maybe?) was awesome.

He was apparently the brother of Bones, and both were soldiers. One got a Lev, the other didn’t… the weaker one got the Anima admittedly, but I didn’t care too much.

Anyway, multitask-guy fought similarly to me, with a knife and nothing else, but unlike me, multitask guy could do that, while using magic in a completely different direction.

His Anima was Parallel Processing, which isn’t as immediately awesome as it sounds, but currently it allowed this guy to use magic without truly focusing on it.

And again, as a soldier removed from duty, multitask-guy was naturally physically fit, enough that despite magic being the natural progression for his ability, his physical body wasn’t a weakness like most magic users.

Again, awesome… later, not just yet. His magic is kind of weak, despite the awesomeness potential of Air.

The last guy of the group was the guy who summoned wolves. At this point he’s going for a single powerful wolf instead of multiple weaker ones.

Understandable, the weaker option seems best used to get rid of many weak enemies rather than the enemies of roughly the same strength that the guy was fighting now.

I admit though, the wolf is awesome.

What, I’m a guy, guys dig wolves… I think, social norms aren’t really something I know, but this seems like a universal thing.

The Siren was shouting some more things at me apparently, no doubt about how I wasn’t paying her any attention as we fought.

I was about to rectify that, so at least that is what I’d like to assume.

Preparing my counterattack I waited for her next attack, a thrust with one arm, the other hand doing nothing really… a waste.

I punished her by activating an Active Skill that Razorback possessed called Body Art.

I’m pretty sure that by the ideas of beauty normal people have, it was a disgusting skill, but to me it was beautiful.

As Body Art activated I slid past her spear into her personal space, attacking the Siren whose expression was sadly bland…

Recall that Demon Lords get weaker after being defeated once, at this point I think it’s more that Demon Lords lose emotion and intelligence after dying.

Makes sense, dying is a difficult experience, I should know.

Anyway, Body Art worked the moment I stabbed her in the shoulder, bouncing her back from the pure force of the stab as she began to silently scream, markings appearing over her body.

Those markings were the effect of Body Art, they essentially highlighted weak-spots in the shape of tribal tattoos, darkening where I had to hit harder.

It also showed above clothing by the way, which I was thankful for.

Not knowing what the marks were, but angry at being hit, the Siren struck back with her free arm, trying to fight me off…

That wasn’t going to happen.

The moment the arm was in reach I stretched out and grabbed it, surprising the Siren as I used her own arm as a hold to climb to her back where I began to trace.

Sure, my front was touching an annoyingly sharp fin, but it wasn’t getting through the armour I bought…

You got to love how Blacksmiths do not question who their buyers are before giving them such good equipment.

Anyway, while climbing, I was tracing the Body Art, causing screams to echo from the mouth of the Siren…

I think… headphones make that part of hurting something not as exciting…

I barely finished tracing two lines before the Siren’s off-hand tried to gather water into a shield… I say tried because my metal plating covering the water was preventing it coming through, leaving the Siren with only some water which she used to get leverage and toss me away…

Huh, that metal plating actually was helpful? More than expected…

Okay, I’m not going to mention it on forums… it’s actually helpful.

Surrounding her halberd (again, I don’t know what term to call that thing other than a sword on a stick really) with water, she attempted to do a sword beam attack.

I negated it with a smirk by sending off a fire slash of my own, creating a burst of steam…

She was blinded, I was not, my Body Art stuck out like a sore thumb in my vision as I decided to end the fight, sliding out of the smoke at a low angle.

Only seeing me as I leapt, the Siren was helpless as I ground Razorback into her neck, using both hands to push the blade, spinning like a top on her shoulders as I removed her head from the rest of her body.

It was beautiful…

Taking off my headphones, I was greeted with the sound of someone vomiting…

Ignoring teleporting guy, I picked up the loot, nodding as I noticed that they had killed their own Murloc’s.

“Good going everyone! Now let’s get out of here, you can all do what you want, I’m going to go further into the Dungeon.” I said, knowing that I had to leave with them before returning to the Dungeon…

Given the looks of fear/awe, I had once more cemented my place as the strongest being in existence to their knowledge.

Good…

If the fact that I was level ninety wasn’t enough, this show of power definitely placed me in the ‘obey or die’ category…

Oh yeah, that reminds me…

Let’s look at my status for a bit.

Personal Information

Name:

[email protected]*( [email protected]$(&

Level:

90

4 341 EXP

Rank:

I

Class:

Assassin

Kingdom:

Wonderland

King

Anima:

Razorback

Gentleman’s Top Hat

Stats:

Strength: 140 (280)

Dexterity: 50

Intelligence: 100 (150)

Wisdom: 50

Vitality: 65

Constitution: 60

Skills:

Blade Wielding (SSS), Overflowing Strength (EX), Close Combat (S), Shooting (B), Recovery (SSS), Drug Resistance (S), Computation (A)

Class Skills:

Sneak (I), Acrobatics (I), Hunt (I)

It looked quite nice… especially that ‘EX’ thing that doubled my effective Strength stat…

Knowing my Boss, or at least who I think is my Boss, he probably wouldn’t go all-in with strength in a manner similar to what I did.

He’d do something else instead, and probably use magic than I did… Well, I was always the more physical fighter between us…

My specialty was cuts and bruises, his was mentality… his was scarier.