Without much explanation, leaving more questions than answers, the colossal, mysterious "God" retreated back into the heavens, leaving the skies to a dull gray as the earthquakes finally came to an end.
"What the hell was that about…? The world is ending…?" He muttered to himself.
[System Activation.]
[Processing User Information…Creating Status.]
It was an emotionless, stoic voice of a feminine A.I., spoken directly into his mind, and not his ears.
He was left stunned at the sudden interface that filled his vision, nearly falling back as he waved his hands in front of him, though it did nothing to deter the golden, futuristic numbers and displays that he saw.
"Huh–?!"
By the surprised yells and utterances he heard from the surrounding area from the people in the parking lots and in the streets, it seemed everybody else was experiencing the same thing.
"Get the hell out of my eyes–!"
A blonde-haired punk shouted out, covering his own eyes and thrashing around, to no seeming avail.
[Greetings, Jeong-Hui. Welcome to "Armageddon Game".]
Before he could process a single thing, having fallen onto his rear as he sat on the apartment balcony, he saw an endless array of lights begin falling from the sky.
The street lights were going haywire, and the power lines swayed in the strong winds that began to pick up.
"What's that…?" He muttered.
[Question Recognized.]
[Processing…]
["The Defects of Heaven" currently descending. Estimated Number: 1.000.000+.]
"One million?! What the hell are "Defects of Heaven"?!" He asked out, gripping his own, curly, red locks.
[Question Recognized.]
[Processing…]
["The Defects of Heaven" do not fall under one description. In essence, they are the failed creations of "God". Most of which were created with the purpose of killing. In that regard, they are the bane of humankind. Good luck, Player Jeong-Hui.]
"Good luck?! What's that supposed to mean?! Hey–!" He yelled out, but there was no response as one of the plummeting lights crashed down nearby.
Concrete, dirt, and dust was thrown around after the impact of the plummeting entity, though most of the people who were still left utterly perplexed approached the crash site, gathering around.
"A meteor…?"
"Fuck, the world really is ending…!" A man panicked, holding his head.
"Wait, I see movement…" A brunette woman noted.
As he peered over the railings, he witnessed all of the dozens of people that surrounded the crash site, which was obscured by dust, stopped completely.
Slice.
Suddenly, their torsos parted from their lower bodies, sliding off as a storm of blood painted the street.
What the fuck…?! He thought.
He quickly covered his mouth, preventing himself from spilling bile from his lips as he tucked himself against the wall in fear and disgust.
Guts spilled onto the street, causing half of the onlookers to run while screaming, and the other half remaining frozen in fear.
"No way…" A middle-aged man said through chattering teeth.
Finally, the entity responsible for the abundant death revealed itself from the crater in the street as the dust parted.
It stood twice as tall as the surrounding civilians, clad in what didn't look like skin, but a sleek, white armor and golden stripes along the accentuated musculature of its body.
Slice. Slice.
Without any hesitation, it used its arms that resembled weaponized, blade-limbs to cut apart the nearest, frozen people, splattering their parted corpses onto the desecrated street.
This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real! He repeated in his mind.
There was nothing he could do, or rather, he was far too frozen in fear himself to do anything.
"System…! System, help me!" One man attempted to utilize the system, but was unable to do anything before having his entire body split in half by the gigantic, sword-limb of the heaven-fell entity.
"System…? What the hell do I do?" He muttered to himself with a quivering, bottom lip.
[Status Updated.]
[Class Decided: Beginner Assassin.]
[Gathering "Life Data"...Determining "Starting Level"]
"Starting level?...It's not set to zero?" He asked out in surprise.
After a moment of witnessing a blinding amount of gold numbers run across his vision as the interface sped through information, he received an answer from the system.
He removed his glasses, but it didn't change anything as he placed them back on.
[Players' beginning level is determined by a multitude of factors: life experience, karma, position in society, and beliefs.]
"...So what level am I?" He asked worriedly.
["Life Data" gathered. Processing…]
[Level 1: EXP: 0/25.]
"Huh?! Level 1?!...I mean, I expected that, but still–!" He complained, though the system didn't seem to pay any mind to his words.
[To Manifest Class Abilities, Call out: "Equip."]
"Beginner Assassin"? Huh? What?" He asked in confusion as numbers and interface sliders went across his vision.
Before he could process any information, he looked down from the balcony to see only one person remaining from the bloodbath of the snow-white, murderous entity.
"Hey…" He attempted to yell out, but his voice came out quietly.
He didn't want to yell.
Though he didn't want to watch the silver-haired, glasses-wearing man die–even more, he didn't want the creature down there to find him.
As the tall, lanky creature with bladed-limbs reared one of its weaponized arms back, the unmoving, silver-haired man spoke:
"Equip."
Just then, a brief flash emitted, replacing the man's business attire with a pearly-white coat and black, leather armor beneath as in his hand, a gargantuan greatsword was in his grip.
"Huh…? What's that–?" He muttered in awe, watching from afar.
[Question Recognized.]