He couldn't help but laugh

Level 5 ( 5Sp Granted! Level 6 (<5) 5Sp Granted! Level 7 (<5) 5Sp Granted! This whole situation was so fricking stupid. It just seemed as the destiny or whatever bullshit was up there deciding their fates, was wholly betting on him and his desires. It just brought him the perfect situation in which he didn't have to worry about anything. The Elf dead, every classmate of his dead, except one, one, which he wore a deep grudge against. Henry. "¡PH- PHUAHAHA!" He laughed loudly not caring a bit about modesty ¿What's modesty at the end of the times? Everything whole fucked up. First of all, each of his classmates sacrificing like mindless chickens each of them getting butchered one by one by the monster that defied them. One by one, each of his classmates dying, every annoyance dying under the Elf hands. Igor, a Magician thousand times more capable than him, a Genius, someone he wouldn't even dare to compare with, died under the Elf hands. Oscar, with a pretty useful skill, died. Henry, a beast, a representation of the world itself, weakened enough that even a weakling like him, could kill him quite easily. It was a child play truly. A single punch would be enough. Actually, no, it wouldn't be enough, but you get the drift. It was quite funny that the least qualified managed to kill the final boss. Again, not quite literally, he wasn't the least qualified to kill a mob. That one would be Vanessa. Oh well... What was the say? ¿Something about a donkey and a carrot? Basically, it meant something like 'Don't waste a treat when they're offering it to you' "Yeah, something like that! HihiHAHAH!" He sterically began to laugh but quickly collected himself to his usual self. It's not the time to laugh, its time to burn. He positioned himself above Henry figure. His abdomen completely destroyed, a bit of bleeding, but fore some reason, it was apparently patched up. ¿How? Basic. Magic. Ignoring the wonders of Magic, he made a snapping sound slightly above Henry's head, trying to wake him up. He didn't want to move him if that could mean possible death, so he kept on making light sounds, trying different ways, until finally, be it due to his work, or due to an unconformity, Henry woke up, dizzy from the fight, yet, slowly regaining enough conscious as to make coherent thoughts. "wH-At Cesar! Wha-Argh!" The tanned teen tried to move but quickly stopped doing so after feeling the massive injury in his abdomen. Realization dawned on his mind and he couldn't help but ask. "I am going to die?..." "Yeah you are" Responded Cesar happily, Henry, obviously noted it. "Seems you're happy..." "Yeah, I am. Actually, this is a pretty easy way of you dying, lets make it a bit more interesting okay?!" The final part said with a bit of enthusiasm leaking out of his voice. "Huh? What you mean?" Asked Henry slightly perturbed by the tone Cesar was using. "I've been thinking hard about this you know?!" Said Cesar rudely positioning himself on top of Henry body, with a happy smile. "And thought. A rusty knife surely will be plenty painful, ¿!Right!?" He didn't want for a response as he already dug a rusty knife in Henry's finger making him scream in pain. It didn't stop there, with a quick swipe, making four more fingers bleed. The rust in the knife made it a nasty wound that hurt much more than it should have. He proceeds all over the hand. Henry tried to shake him off but he was already too weakened and already present on the doors of death. Finally, bored of the little show, he proceeded on digging the rusty knife between the fingernail and the flesh, getting out a loud scream from Henry. this was what he was looking for. ¡This cocky little shit! But not what was coming next. With an intensive force, Henry shook off Cesar from his throwing him with a single arm of his. The black-red aura coming back to him, Cesar paling at that. He didn't wait anymore, not looking for torture but for certain and quick death. Launching a Massive Fireball with the remaining Mana he had at his disposal. The Fireball was a success involving Henry in the fire, but he didn't seem to care, simply skipping over it and with an inhuman howl roared and charged against Cesar, throwing a devasting blow directing at his chest, successfully connecting the fist and throwing him several meters to the back. "¡¡¡¡¡¡CESAR!!!!!" It roared loudly, massive steps shaking the group beneath them, one more step, one more action, and he would die. Im going to die! Was his realization, closing his eyes in anticipation, waiting for the hit to be delivered. Until nothing happen. Just a slight ¡Plump! And a blue screen appearing in front of him. Level 8 (<7) 5Sp Granted! ¡WARNING! "Ha!-Ha-HAHA!-HAHAHA!-HAHAHAHAH!!" Just who couldn't laugh after those stupid weird events?!