"It's not true," I spoke out, my voice shaken up.
He had caught me off guard. He turned the tables by only relying on his words. This scheming bastard.
I turned to look at Amalia. She was the only one who could believe my words, I needed to tell her it was not true.
My voice choked. Her expression was dark as if she had believed what that damn guy had said but I noticed the subtle hesitation.
I know she did not want to believe it, she will not believe them. She mustn't.
"you intentionally came to me?" she mumbled. "and here I was wondering how you can be this mature. It was all set up"
"No..." I replied but no words came forward in my defense.
Fuck my strategy turned against me. I was trying to make her believe I am mature enough to make her think and take my words seriously but it backfired against me.
"Then what is all this Noah?" She spoke, the first time her voice rose to a certain threshold. There were tears in her eyes. She was demanding answers from me but do I have them?
"How did you know our friend? I never told you or anybody else. As far as I know, you never left Stormfront."
I gulped hard.
"You know I believed I met my little brother again when I met you but you..."
I stammered.
What should I do? I never expected this outcome. All I did was to try and alert them...but things took a different turn. They have become worse for me.
I tried to calm my swarming emotions which were hurt by her words. All I wanted to do was to save them, save her but now she is saying she doesn't believe me? The same girl who protected me, why? Where did all go wrong?
I stood silent.
Multiple things were going on in my mind. I should have never joined them, to begin with. I would have let them be for the sake of their fate but my fucking useless plan dragged me into this shit. Only if the checkpoint wasn't triggered I would never try to join them.
There was no point in crying, I reminded myself. First thing first I need to get the heck out of this situation.
They need something that they could consider worthy to look into, right? All I need to do is shift the focus to Scott.
"Red blade... That fucking Blood Sword" I exclaimed, relieved.
Yes, he must have that sword in his ring, and it seemed to have a way to identify it, it's red. Amalia knew with one glance when Scott brought it out the last time and if I forced him to bring it out again all things would sort out. Yes!
"Check his Inventory ring" I shook Amalia's shoulders, cheerfully. "Things will clear out just do it"
I turned back at Scott hoping to mock him but my heart skipped a beat.
He summoned the Blood sword and directly aimed at Rex.
Blood sprayed on my face as Rex's eyes were wide and his hand pressed against his throat. He knelt and another strike decapitated him on the spot.
I stared at the scene, stunned.
I had forgotten the main objective, it was not about who was right or who was wrong, among me and Scott but it was about How could I stop him from slaughtering everyone and I failed again. He killed one of the strongest ones on the spot.
"You fucking shit!" He bellowed pressing his Sword deep inside my trunk and then moving upwards.
I dropped like a bolder. The scream bellowed behind me as the flame sparkled but my eyelids were heavy, too heavy to see or keep them open.
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[ Ding! The host has been respawned...]
[ Ding! Random quest triggered.]
[ Quest - Survive the slaughter of the Tomb of Acropash.
Reward - 600 exp! ]
[ Character. Skills. Inventory.
- Character
Name - Noah Stone
Level - 3 ( 130 / 2000)
Age -14
Race - Human
Perk point - 0 ]
I died a second time.
The pain still lingered in the chest area where the sword had sliced.
I stared at the footing, my shoe, and the soil around it. The broken skeletons around me and the damp air in the strange room.
I failed again.
I felt a burning sensation in my heart, not because I was hurt. No, I wanted to kill that psychopath with my hand, I wanted to see him beg for mercy, I wanted to see him cry and bleed.
I pushed my palm against the half of my face. I felt a movement of my lips beneath it as if they lifted automatically. I was smiling without even knowing, maybe because I had imagined their deaths before my eyes, or maybe because I had killed them many times in my imagination. I don't know why but I wanted to kill them, maybe this was bloodlust.
"Noah-" Amalia choked her eyebrows interweaving and mouth agape.
She took a step back, her hands now touching the surface of the wall by her right side.
"y-you...Are you" she stuttered more, her throat going up and down.
I rubbed my whole face, hard.
"I am sorry. Let's go" I said as I walked past her.
She stood there for some time as if she had seen a ghost.
I hastened my steps.
This time there will be no conversation, no trying to save anyone's ass nor I will wait for anything. All I will do is kill, I will kill the so-called master planner Scott.
I will murder him just like he did, I will be using Shadow Strike to deal with him. No more thinking and no more waiting.
They had already entered the main location of the Tomb and were waiting for me and Amalia.
Scott was silent and Bandits were stuck behind him as if they were glued to his ass forever.
I noticed Celia was smirking at me.
Rena rolled her eyes as Amalia avoided looking at me.
Rex had already gone to the stone tomb of Acropash and now was observing around, his axe glinted icy glow.
"it's empty," Rex said.
"Of course, it is" Replied Scott. He tightened his leather glove around his palm and then exhaled loudly enough so others could turn to him.
I summoned the Dagger and used my skill. Jumping among the fuckers before he could start his rumbling all over again.
His hand was lifting slightly up as a ring on his middle finger shone green and his palm was as if holding an imaginary sword.
He was about to summon the sword just when I appeared behind him.
I strived at his neck from behind putting everything in a single strike. This was my moment if I failed it then I will have to die, and I was not planning to die again, that's fucking painful.
He shrank as if he detected my strike and evaded it subconsciously. The warrior's instinct.
The dagger managed to cut the side of his neck but the wound was not deep enough to make him cry or wince in pain.
Everyone stumbles away in fear and surprise.
Trio of Bandits and Scott as well. Their eyes were glued to me but their bodies shifted away.
My move caught them off guard and raised many doubts. It was obvious after all I disappeared and came behind them in the blink of an eye as if I were some kind of ghost.
Scotts gulped as if he had forgotten his next line and his plan to kill his friends. He shuddered touching his neck where my blade cut his skin.
A blood sword hung in his hand, unnoticed by others. All eyes were on me.
"Fuck, I missed" I mumbled.
Their weapons were now drawn and pointing at me. I could be able to see confusion in their gazes but not too long before they were filled with hatred.
"You fucker, you startled us but you will not get another chance to play your trick" Scott yelled.
Of course, I know and that's why I have to say I am fucked.
I cannot possibly win against any of them even if I fought one-on-one let alone stand between them and imagine fighting my way out.
One, two, three... Kaboom.