"The game is about the survival of the fittest! The winner takes all! Kill anyone on sight and don't waste time or all of you will die within 24 hours... Let the game begin!"
All of a sudden, the building they are standing on collapsed! The rubles and dust made their eyes cloudy. Crocus hurriedly chose the power of Sloth, the adaptation of the third and second strongest amongst his seven demons.
"I need to get away as far as possible."
Crocus seriously thought of it as his mind was alert every second. He couldn't use the aura or transformation because the enemy race was plenty. Having to choose the kind he wanted to feel the pressure is foolish.
"Hm?"
Crocus noticed something behind him.
"Oh... You were the first one?"
The towering, massive werewolf appeared in front of him. It is holding a rock.
Cracks!
The rock was crushed into tiny pieces. Crocus with a wild boar look did not even flinch, as the enemy was just trying to intimidate him.
