Once inside the arena, Verum was immediately asked to go enter a free-for-all battle that was going on, a way for the system to properly introduce the arena to the players, or so it said.
'Why not?' He thought, selecting the yes button, and got transported to a room that looked like an armory, with the prompt asking him to choose any weapon desired. He looked around, but could not find what he wanted, so the system asked him what weapon was desired. To which he replied.
"Any Tachi sword." A Tachi is a type of katana whose blade is completely straight, and the top point is slanted.
[Please remember, that all assigned stats will be taken away temporarily till the end of the battles]
'I don't have any assigned stats though' And he opened his status to take a look.
[STR: 16]
[DEX: 21]
[AGI: 18]
[DEF: 15]
[CON: 15]
[INT: 29]
[WIS: 41]
A smile appeared on his face, and he looked around, he was floating above a endless desert.
He could see thousands upon thousands of people around him, as they all slowly descended upon the ground. It seemed that everyone, as well as him, were put in groups of four in cross formations, each just one meter away from the others. With each group two meters from another. When their feet touched the ground, a thirty second countdown appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Realizing that the battle was about to start, Verum held the blade with both hands, put his right foot forward, leaned, and drew both his hands backwards. He could see that the people opposite him, two female, one male, also got ready to fight. 'Pity, they want to fight, but they won't get the chance.'
In bated breath, they waited for the timer to hit zero, as the time went down, he could see that one of the women, the older one, started to fidget, and a smirk appeared on his face. 'Scared to fight? Why did you even come here then?'
Now, there were only ten seconds remaining, so he stopped looking around, and concentrated.
Five..
Four.. The woman, started to tremble.
Three..
Two.. Everyone's grips tightened on their weapons.
One.. Verum leaned a little forward.
Zero, He swung forward with full force, and slashed all three of them in that motion, killing them. And shouts and screams and noises of collisions started to rend the air.
Quickly, he moved again, stabbing towards another group, then kicking, then slashing, two kills, another stab, kill, swing, decapitation. thrust, kill, punch, stumble.
All this happened within ten seconds, and all of a sudden a big, golden, pointer appeared in the air above him, distracting him for a second, before he again plunged into his killing spree. Kicking, hacking, swinging, punching, ducking, jumping, and stabbing as he killed all those who got close to him.
An arrow appeared in his vision, which he deflected with his sword. Then locating the shooter, he threw a fireball towards her, she panicked, and didn't manage to dodge properly, causing her burn to death.
It seemed like the people really liked the pointer, because they kept coming towards him, and he slowly started to feel the pressure. They couldn't hit him, no, but there were too many of them, and only one of him, so to even the odds, he started to throw balls of fire every once in a while, to give him some breathing space.
Speaking of which, he realized that he was not getting tired. 'Infinite stamina?' He wondered, but did not think too much, as he continued with his slaughter.
At this point, six minutes had passed, and he had not taken a single hit, and his surroundings looked like some kind of demon had appeared and killed wantonly. there were atleast two hundred corpses laying around him. And occasionally, Verum picked up one of the various weapons lying around, and threw it at the other contestants.
Ten minutes passed, and now he was using fire to keep them off every ten seconds or so, they just kept coming, and it felt like he was fighting an entire army alone. The good news was that his mana regen was more then the amount he was throwing, due to his high WIS stat, the low amount of fire was doing high amounts of damage.
Thirty minutes, Verum was now feeling like a god of war, he was proud of the fact that he had not taken any substantial amount of damage yet, even though there were attacks coming at him from every direction, magic, projectile, and melee, he countered them all, and in doing so, managed to pick up a few flaws in his combat style, and corrected them a bit.
One hour... Verum was now feeling a bit tired mentally, he had gotten hit by an arrow while countering, and although, he managed to heal himself back up, it soured his mood. So far, he had killed over 1600 opponents at his point, nonstop attacking and defending was starting to wear him down.
Three hours in, and Verum got to take a break, the closest person was about seventy meters away from him, and seemed to be attracted to a different pointer, this one was black in color, and was about three kilometers away from him, Verum had picked up quite a lot of skills and spells during these three hours, but this was not the time to examine them, after resting his mind for a bit, he got up, and started walking towards the nearest conflict.
Six hours, And the fighting had died down, now there were only a few hundred left on the battlefield, and the desert, was now looking like a hellscape, everywhere you looked, you would only see corpses upon corpses, and rivers of blood. The remaining contestants were teleported to an arena, roughly the size of two football fields put side-by-side.
[Please kill all opponents to end the battle!] Verum looked at the board that was showing this, Then back down towards the other contestants, then with a sigh, raised his katana, and started walking towards the nearest person.