Max was unsure how to take this all in, his face churning a bit as this bafflement overtook him and the suited Goblin King chuckled a bit and narrowed his eyes at the boy. The 'Gob Father' could see the mix of confusion and perplexity churning in the boy's head as he processed the monster's words. He felt as if his mouth was dry as he gulped and shook his head a bit, nearly swallowing his tongue as something felt... off with this guy.
"My name is Maxamillian Ashcrop and I am here to put an end to this camp. Feral Goblins become a festering wound, I could smell the filth of this camp, its putrid rape, plundering, and repulsive acts. Before your 'boys' could wreak any more havoc, I decided to step in."
The King seemed to relax some as he chuckled, leaning back in his chair as he snapped. This was the signal as the Orc to his right quickly lunged at the boy, brandishing a knife to dispatch him as quickly as possible. Max was quick to react as mana surged through his circuits and caused his speed to pick up, getting to his feet in an instant and shattering his crude wood chair across the face of the Orc, splintering it into pieces as the others attack.
His attackers were swift with their blades, the flurry of crude iron catching Max even with increased speed. A blade left a shallow cut below his eye on his cheek, one of the Hobgoblins had managed a knife to sink an inch into his outer left thigh and the other Orc managed to let the boy taste cold steel across his chest as Max cried out in pain, biting his tongue until it bled. In this instant, two things ran through Max and Nathan, adrenaline and threat as the past pain seemed to seep into Nathan's soul and a disconnect took place.
Nathan felt as his control was shifted, something similar to instincts kicking in as his eyes betrayed him, no longer for him was there the Gob Father and his men but a group of faceless people taller than he looking down at him brandishing an assortment of weapons. They spoke gibberish as their words fell on deaf ears, instinct the only driving force as Max had become the catalyst of it.
Max's knuckles were white, hands balled up in a fist as a large surge of magic was unleashed from him, sending all but the Gob Father back, knocking them hard into the poor masonry of the walls. The display made the Gob Father sit up a bit as a wicked grin crossed his disgusting face and a low chuckle left him as the tension cutting hiss of a blade being unsheathed filled the room. With a precise blow, Max's first attacker was beheaded as the head rolled to the floor, the wound becoming a fountain as it was only the beginning crescendo of the slaughter.
Nathan watched the figures speak, their weapons at the ready as they spoke and the rattling of chains filled his ears, the harsh cold metal of them touching his skin as he was suddenly bound and forced against something unknown. His muscles were tense and his body revolted against the chains as they fought against the bindings to no avail as a series of attacks bit into him with relentless vigor as he felt his body snarl, growl, and try its best to free itself of these binding but nothing.
Max lashed out with aggression as he fought with little restraint. Reaching into a small pouch he grabbed a mess of needles, flinging them into the nearby target that happened to be a Hobgoblin. Upon making contact with the monster's body the magic held within them made short work as an explosion blew a hole in the wall as bits of the carcass rained down. Max let out a bellow as if he was an animal that seemed to shake the foundation of the building as the last two attackers gained their bearings once again as they slowly picked themselves off the ground.
The Gob Father was on the edge of his seat with excitement as he watched the kid attacking with unrestrained destructive force. The Orc had managed to pick himself off the ground as he took a step towards Max, readying his sword to strike out at the boy before a sharp pain pinned his foot in place as he howled in pain. Max's sword had impaled the Orc's foot to the wooden floorboard he stood on, blood-streaked across the boy's face, his quickened heart causing blood to spill faster from the fresh wounds. Like an animal Max lunged onto the table, running across it before using the Orc's face as a springboard to launch himself into the Hobgoblin. The Orc lost balance, falling back as his weight causes the blade to cleave through his foot as he cries out more. Like a feral child Max claws, kicks and beats the Hobgoblin, overwhelming him long enough to not notice the teeth sinking into his neck as the teen rips the creature's throat out without a glint of mercy, spitting it out as a miasma of colored blood oozes from his mouth.
Nathan could feel each puncture, slash, blunt force trauma, everything they threw at him but it only caused more pain, agony, and anger. He felt the chain give as he roared out a bestial scream as the chains shattered, his body lashing out as everything became red and he shook, tasting blood and his body aching. He blinked as he was now back, his body feeling weak as he slowly rose off the Hobgoblin choking on its blood as he walked to the disarmed Orc. Without a second thought he pried his blade from the wooden floor and ended the Orc's suffering with the blade being plunged into his chest and piercing the heart.
Max felt cold, his body slowly becoming numb as he approached the Gob-Father with serious eye, ready for this last encounter as the creature ashed his smoke weed and let out a puff of smoke, not having much to say as he clapped and smirked.
"An enforcer type huh? Man, I knew a group that would have loved to have you back where I am from, too bad for you this isn't here or there."
Where he's from? Max looked puzzled, face scrunching as he gulped and bit his lower lip. Now wasn't the time to ask as he felt like he was dwindling with magic, slowly raising his sword but noticing something different about its weight. Instead of feeling like light in his hands like usual everything seemed to have multiplied in weight, the gravity around him making his knees weak as the sword fell from his hands. His body felt so cold, he tried to make a fist but couldn't as he struggled to stand up and a slew of system boxes appeared.
{{POISONED HOST WILL DIE. BODY BECOMING NUMB AND LOSING STRENGTH BY THE SECOND. CHANCE OF SURVIVAL SEVENTY PERCENT}}
This was from the first strike he took, realizing that these creatures coat their weapons in some sort of poison, his health appeared and the number was dropping fast as he coughed up black bile and fell to the floor.
"Seems like ya realized kid that this game was rigged from the start. Though you weren't supposed to last long enough to kill my hands! But now, my special skill has activated kid. 'Kneel Before the King' to put in short kid ya fucked up but since ya made it this far I'll do ya a solid, cliche as this is."
The Goblin got up from his chair and kicked Max in the side, the force sending him into one of the walls as he feels the air escapes him, and he wheezes. For his size he packed a wallop as he weakly clutched his ribs, feeling the broken mess as he coughed. Again with this all he was missing was...
{{Kneel before the king has been imposed on user. Effects; User gets a twenty-five percent stat decrease to all stats. Resistances are halved, damage is increased by one hundred and fifty percent. Damage delt by user under effect is halved}}
And there's the system just like last time but less good news as he groaned and felt his head being lifted to see the Goblin staring him down, an evil smile on his face as he dropped his hold on Max's hair. His head shook as he took a seat in his chair.
"Now for the part where I tell you my backstory, seeing as I am the villain of your story. My name was Johnathan Stark on a place much different than this called Earth. There I was what was called a cleaner. I killed people for my boss, a mob boss. That being said my boss wasn't too happy with my work one day and next thing I knew, I was the one being cleaned up"
Max felt like he was going to puke, body shaking and growing colder as he barely managed to look up at the Gob Father. Another... Another like him? Another person from Earth that ended up here! His blood boiled or at least he wished it would drive away the cold as someone began to talk but no one near.
[[You dumbass! I told you to not get killed, you go running into a Goblin camp with little prep and go get yourself into near-death! I... I can fix this but I need you to stall. I know that isn't very possible but thanks to you I have to fix THAT now instead of later!]]
Tamir? He didn't have time to question any of this as he needed to stall more. He sucked in a deep breath and tried to find what little strength, barely managing to sit up as he groaned, holding his side as he nearly got sick.
"My name was Nathaniel Ouro, a salaryman just living day to day on a terrible wage in a studio apartment. Every day I woke up and struggled to live life, had little friends, and one day I was out drinking. I met a cute girl and took her home only to wake up in a bathtub full of ice missing organs. I uh... I killed her and escaped, only to be hit by a truck and woke up here a baby."
John's eyebrows rose and he tilted his head curiously as he stood up and slowly walked towards Max, getting on a knee as he smirked and sighed, head shaking.
"Oh yeah? Interesting, what year kid? When I was still kicking the second world war was going on and it was mayhem. My little brother was over there giving the good fight but I was never one for killing kids enlisted in a false war, I was more for taking out the men who knew the face of those they fought for."
World War II? This guy is fucking out of time, but... what does that mean? Does time lack meaning on this plane and exist in a different law? That would be easier to think about than getting scientific about it, there was magic here after all.
"Twenty Twenty one, everything was pretty terrible. Most organized crime had been stamped out but there were those who kept to the shadows, gangs that made their presence known but kinda sucks I'm gonna die again. This world has its issues but... I've never loved anywhere more, troubles and flaws included. This is my new home or well grave."
The two laugh a bit at the statement as John stands up and shakes his head, sighing as he offered his hand and gave a light smile, some remorse in his eyes as Max took his hand slowly and shook it.
"Well kid, I hate that a youngster like you is my first kill but it had to be done. No hard feelings, nature of man and all but this is the end of your story I suppose"
The two shook for what seemed like forever as Max felt colder and his grip loosened completely and he went limp, mind still active as he struggled to breathe, everything becoming fuzzy as a loud ding went off in his head. His body felt hot and he winced. John had begun walking to his chair, thinking about how he was to fix this mess.
{{Health: 1/305.... 6/304... 20/305...}}
Max watched as the number kept climbing, his strength returning plus some as he groaned, slowly standing up as he chuckled, needing to take out John before he could him. He wasn't sure just what Tamir had done but it worked. His hand searched for a weapon, anything to help him as he felt a knife coated in green blood. He held a cough as he stood up, looking at the king as he quietly stepped closer. He hated to kill another person like him but...
His hand went over the King's mouth, John's eyes going wide as he felt the blade plunged into his throat, feeling the blade split him from gullet to groin as he weakly fought against the boy, shaken by the fact that just moments ago the boy was half dead on the ground dying of poisoning. The last remnants of life left the King as Max dropped him, panting as he felt exhausted, eyes feeling heavy as his body gave out and sleep took him over.
[[Damnit Max, well welcome to part two of Vice. That was the power of versa]]
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{{Maxamillian Ashcrop; Pupil of Olivia Maim}}
Race: Half-Elf
Age: Thirteen
Health: 305
Human Mana: 0/1650
Elven Mana: 0/6555
Level: 1
Stats: Str(18), Dex(46) Con(28), Int(57), Wis(53) Cha(40)
Skills: Dwarvish (Fluent), Gnomish (Fluent), Common (Fluent), Elvish (Fluent), Teietian (Fluent), Economics (MAX), Basic Math (MAX), Drawing(Adept Lvl: 8), Sales (MAX) Mana Separation (Master Lvl: 1), Basic Fishing (MAX), Basic Human Tailoring (MAX), Human Blacksmithing (Adept Lvl: 7), Magic Theory (MAX) Primal Magic (Basic Lvl: 4), Adept Magic (Master Lvl: 8), Tracking (Adept Lvl: 5), Gnomish Cooking (Adept Lvl: 5), Basic Farming (Basic Lvl: 8) Basic Potion Making (MAX), Chemistry (Adept Lvl: 8), Herbology (MAX), Stealth (Basic Lvl: 6)
Racial Skills: Human Adaptability (MAX), Elven Magic (Adept: Lvl: 2), Magic Circuits(Fixed, Adept Lvl: 9), Elven Dexterity (MAX), Increased Charisma (MAX), Elven Mind(MAX), Elven Hunter's Step (Adept Lvl: 4)
Unique Skills: VICE (MAX) VERSA (MAX) Speed Reading (MAX)
Unique Titles: Pupil of Olivia Maim, Jack of All Trades, Mastermind of Ashcrop, and Son, Unsung Hero of the World, Namer
VERSA; Part two of the unique skill Vice. Where Vice causes the user to suffer opposite effects of items, buffs, magic, skills, potions, etc Versa makes it so any negative effect such as poisons or debuffs are turned into buffs and healing. An effect affected by Vice cannot be effected by Versa and the same goes for effects affected by Versa cannot be effected by Vice
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