In a glass-like white room, Steve held boxing gloves while his eyes closed.
Inhaling and exhaling the air slowly.
"It's been five days. They said that it will come now."
He thought, thinking of the game they were talking about.
It's raining in the morning. Steve never thought this would happen to him—such a classy way to live.
Having a rich person gives you a paper to own a boxing gym and a room at the top.
It was excellent and a blessing he couldn't refuse.
Now, he is looking out the window, a cold wind touching his skin, a warm chest drinking coffee while reminiscing his past and current events in his heart.
"I already stacked one hundred and three thousand punches. I think this is enough."
Steve should be satisfied, yet he is anxious about what will happen now.
They told him that if he ever survived, he would own this boxing gym and the top of the apartment for good.
"That billionaire must have plans for me, I still don't know the reason, yet I am prepared for whatever may come to me."
All of a sudden, he saw something.
Ding!
[ Countdown timer, be prepared to fight! ]
[ Host must bring at least two primary weapons. ]
Steve was taken aback. It was the system.
"Here it is."
Breathing heavily, he calmed and composed himself.
With a relaxed shoulder, he reached out for another boxing glove.
He was not in a hurry and there was no panic in his eyes.
Steve took his time until he reached for the two boxing gloves.
One for his left hand and one for his right hand.
To prepare for any fight.
[[ Profile ]]
[ Name: Steve Marciano Martinez. ]
[ Race: Human (Pure Elite) ]
[ Age: 27. ]
[ Status: Healthy. ]
[ Stage: 10th order (Strong as a prehistoric mammoth) ]
[ Ability: One Boxing Punch! ]
[ Performed punches: 103 000 stacked punches. ]
Seeing this, Steve was satisfied with his stats.
All of a sudden, he felt a tingling sensation.
It was as if something was changing in his body.
It was flickering in light, touching him.
Softly caressing his skin like a single feather.
Steve hurriedly opened his boxing gloves and put his hands on them.
So he didn't have to wear it; none could see him do this.
Ding!
[ The host has blocked the teleportation spell. ]
Steve's eyes widened, and he hurriedly took his fist out from the boxing gloves.
He stared at the system. His back felt chilly as he could feel he had done something horrible.
A mistake.
A regret.
He knew he was invincible in that state.
He knew it was not entirely his fault.
Yet he could not blame anyone and accepted that it was his fault.
Steve just didn't expect that even the system or whoever it came from would be unable to do anything to his invincible state.
So he just took it on a positive note.
"Is there a penalty?"
He assumed.
Just thinking about it made him a little anxious.
What if the teleportation spell was too strong?
It wouldn't be dangerous as he might perform unlimited punches.
"Or Am I considered a fallen person or a failure like what the old man said?"
Steve said, trying to scare himself and accept the possibility.
Also, he is trying to be prepared if it's the case.
Holding his boxing gloves, only with his strap on, he suddenly saw the system continue.
Ding!
[ Game proceeds! ]
His vision can see Steve's only bright light, and he disappears into the binding gym.
Suddenly, one, two, three, four, five, six and seven shadows appeared.
The man in the black raven costume revealed himself.
"This one is a natural elite that reached the 10th order. If he became fallen, he would be a 15th order, and if he died in there, he would be a 20th order deprived humanoid beast."
He said while his eyes wandered to the new shelf of Steve, where Steve put the things from the people he failed to save.
It was an art, and it was sad to look at.
The man in a black raven costume looked at it with the understanding of the person he had met.
"Good luck. I hope you make it."
He whispered respectfully.
However, there was a shining, shimmering light of determination in his eyes.
…
In a bright twinkling star in outer space lurks a killer that floats freely.
Its tentacles were wrangling dangerously, opened like a flower, ready to devour.
Dancing to the moon and sun that shines while not showing any pity or emotion in its massive green eyes.
Made to devour, made to destroy, and made to make someone suck someone's soul.
Pisoov!
Its eyes were suddenly blasted open by a ray of light.
Killing it on the spot, making its dream or whatever it was made to do turn into a cloud of smoke from that beam of light.
"Roger!"
A mechanical radio was heard behind the stone.
A shadow flew past and landed at the top of the floating meteorite.
His eyes behind his armoured space suit landed on the kill with his long advanced technological guns pointed at it.
To make sure it's dead, to make sure that his job is done.
"Are you sure it's done?"
Said the radio on the man's neck suit.
All of a sudden, the eight tentacles of the creature separated from its destroyed eye.
It wriggled in the space air, trying to escape quickly.
The man in an armoured spaces suit saw it and pointed his gun to the centre.
He clicked something in the gun, and the firearm released a blinding light.
Pissoov!
It shot a laser bullet, and after it reached a specific target earlier, it exploded into eight parts.
Each of them is smaller than its original size.
Pang!
The laser bullets blasted the eight wiggling tentacles that almost got away into smoke.
The man lifted his advanced technological gun rest on his shoulder.
"Too bad…"
He said.
"I never miss."
He continued.
Ding!
[ Countdown timer, be prepared to fight! ]
[ Host must bring at least two primary weapons. ]
…
In a dark dungeon, countless waves of orcs were in distress.
Looking down at the ground, seeing nothing but flesh and blood that became dark violet from their relatives.
Trying to find the cause, find the answer, and look for something that makes their savage blood tremble from fear.
Suddenly, the leader of the group stumbles down.
Looking at the ceiling of the dungeon cave.
There was an upside-down man with red eyes with violet fluctuation of magical aura and wrapped by a violet-coloured serpent.
"It's coming."
He said.
He ignored the orcs that were roaring at him. He focused on the ground below these orcs.
His body trembled from excitement. He opened his palm.
Ready to receive something that's making the ground tremble uncontrollably.
"Come here, my baby!"
He shouted with a crazy look in his eyes.
It was as if he could see the creature from the abyss making his way to his arms.
Tremble!
Some of the orcs fell with their butt. They became disoriented.
Crack!
A massive mouth emerges from the ground. Its first victim was the leader of the orc.
It didn't even give the orc the to react or think with its tiny brain, and it was already clomping.
Devouring whole.
It cannot be described. It's just a massive circular mouth with razor-sharp teeth that emerges from the ground to devour the sacrifice.
The man up in the ceiling raised his hand, pointed at the massive mouth of the beast and opened his mouth with a maniacal smile.
"Become mine, my lady!"
He said.
However, his eyes were constricted!
The creature's massive jaw was on his face, he didn't have time to react, and his fate became like the orc's.
Being devoured in a split second.
The mouth silently closed with saliva flowing down.
The beast was taking its time, not crunching the lunch inside its massive long mouth.
After gulping down, the beast looked satisfied.
Its body shook, wriggling and adjusting itself to the cracked hole where it came from.
It locked the orcs, the numbers of orcs trembling from the sight of it and the stare that it was giving them was still plenty.
Yet, the beast seems done.
Growl!
With one growl, the beast squirmed itself back inside the cracked hole.
Slowly, taking its time until the shining light in its eyes cannot be seen anymore.
Suddenly, the hole rumbled like thunder.
RAAARRR!!!
The beast went back to the orcs, scaring them.
However, the look of the beast had change on it.
Its massive eyes became violet, its tongue was hanging, and its squirm was uncomfortable and uncontrolled.
Creating dust and cracks inside the hole and the dungeon.
It tried to roll, yet it looked like its not helping him.
Suddenly, the beast trembled like it was finally its last moment.
Boom!
The man surrounded by violet matter earlier emerges with his arms wide open.
Looking at the ceiling straight as if he was going to declare something.
"No poisonous acid can harm me! I am the ten thousand melted master!"
He proudly said.
Suddenly, his eyes felt like something was down.
After that, his eyes landed on the system.
Ding!
[ Countdown timer, be prepared to fight! ]
[ Host must bring at least two primary weapons. ]