"Estúpido. Why can't newbies just... Oh, Lord!" he said, finally, and laid down on the floor, trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Adam was having a violent realization.
"This isn't a game," Adam said to himself, as images of the System Panel that was atop the head of the Devil kept replaying in his mind.
「Resheph: HELL HELL HELL
Description: STAY AWAY STAY AWAY」
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. You could've gotten killed," Moon said as he peeked out of the opening and saw the rodent swarm progressing farther and farther down. It was like a large pulsating cloud of absolute darkness, carrying the demon that was just here
"Resheph, Resheph. That name... It's too familiar," Adam said as he stood up, the status panel with the demon's name still glued to his thoughts.
Moon stared at him in disgust and just ran out the crevice in the trees and ran down north where his people should be, he dashed away so quickly, he made the giant load on his back seem like it weighed nothing.
Adam saw him run out and then he stared at the sword he left on the ground, picked it up, and as he left, he heard a subtle static sound. He turned around and the thin, long arm he cut - or rather, the thin, long arm he snapped off of the titanic twig; Resheph - was just laying on the ground, with a System panel atop it.
「Name: Right Arm of the Lesser King of Plagues.
Durability: ???
Description: The right arm of Resheph, the Lesser King of Plagues. He may want it back. Give it to him, will ya?」
He read, and Adam fetched the arm impulsively. At that moment, he didn't even know what he was doing, and with the sword and arm in his hand, he ran out of the graveyard and saw Moon battling a few other players down the path.
Moon dropped everything he had in his hands and he was cutting through all of his attackers with ease as he swung the dagger adeptly and made a lot of surface rips almost instantly.
"Jester! Catch up!! They are not gonna attack you, I took care of it," Moon said as he dashed out of the middle of the bunch of attackers, grabbed his things, and ran away.
Adam ran towards them with an object in each arm. He could feel a slight burning sensation from the arm he had in his hand, but he endured and sprinted after Moon as Moon encountered other players.
"Heelp me, please..." one of the immobilized players said as he reached for Adam.
Adam understood that it was probably an affliction from the Dagger that made them all unable to move even while standing up, but this particular player with a Status panel above him reached for Adam. Or precisely, reached for the Right Arm of the Devil Resheph, successfully grabbed it, and instantly became
able to move as his eyes vibrated around and seemed to almost shake off the pupil in a weird way, and the system status panel above his head warped.
「Disciple of Plague #305
Status: Infected by the Lesser King of Plagues
Loyal to: The Arm (???)」
The infected person ran towards Adam and grabbed his head with both hands as he tried to pull it in towards his mouth, which was tearing wider and wider apart with every growl and snarl it made.
"Get off me!" Adam said as he tried his hardest to pull his head back as the infected person mindlessly tried biting him.
Adam could see Moon battling with other players; players who probably didn't know what to do and just attacked Moon. In short, Moon was occupied.
Adam used the arm of Resheph and swatted it at the face of the infected person and escaped the claws of the attacker. The sides of his face that was grabbed was red and almost bleeding.
On the other end, Moon was screaming out curses as he cut up his attackers, he was still very frustrated.
"Why are you motherfuckers so fucking dumb!! Stop fighting and find shelter!! If you've played this game enough to have beef with me, then you've played enough to know this is not the time!! Get the fuck outta my way, you fucking dumb fucks!! WHO THE FUCK EVEN TOLD YOU TO COME KILL ME!? YOU SHOULD GO KILL THEM BECAUSE THEY OBVIOUSLY DONT LIKE YOU IF THEY SENT YOU ON THIS SUICIDE MISSION!!" Moon exclaimed, losing more breath every word until he got out all he had to say as he took in a deep breath, preparing one of those all round instant slash attacks until,
"Wait... Shelter?" one of them said as he halted his mindless attacks, and the rest stopped too while Adam struggled with the infected person he created.
Each swing from the arm he ripped off seemed to tear a bigger and bigger chunk of flesh off the infected person's face.
"P-p-p-please help m-" the infected Plague disciple tried to say, but Adam had already gained the upper hand. With the sword in his other hand, he plunged it straight into the person's chest, killing it.
Adam was elated, and he ran to where Moon was coming to some sort of agreement with his attackers.
"Yeah, this guy. He said that killing you would grant us some sort of-" one of them said, but Moon interrupted.
"Luke, or whatever your name was. Shut the fuck up for a minute," Moon said as he turned around to see Adam run up to him and say, "Look what I can do." Adam said, like an excited child, as he swung the arm of Resheph to Luke, one of the basic-looking, dark-haired attackers with no note-worthy characteristics.
"What are you doing with-" Moon tried to say, but the arm came in contact with Luke, and his head began to shake violently just like the person before, completely incinerating his irises.
"The rest of you, stay back. Moon, observe," Adam said confidently. Something seemed to change inside
of him, and this startled Moon significantly.
Adam gained the attention of the infected person he had created and made sure to move fast enough to evade every attack as he said what he wanted.
"This is something called a Plague disciple. Allegedly, this is the 312th one. The last one was the 305th one, so somewhere, that demon is creating more. But anyway, the arm alone doesn't turn people since I can hold it without doing that... But there's something about those afflicted by your dagger-" Adam was saying as he easily moved out of the way of every reach and attempt to grab from the infected one since it was rather slow.
Suddenly, the infected individual got more aggressive and much faster, and it pounced on Adam, pushing him to the floor and interrupting what he was saying as it violently swung its fists and punched Adam in the face over and over again as if trying to forcefully crush into Adams skull and rip out its insides.
Moon sighed as he walked over and stabbed the infected individual in the head.
"Well, there goes the only one whose name I remember," Moon said as he pulled the corpse off Adam and pulled Adam out of the mud.
"You may go on," Moon commanded with all seriousness, almost demanding silence from the other two former attackers who were whispering to each other.
"Theres something about that dagger, it only infects those with the affliction from your Dagger," Adam said as he wiped away the mud from his behind and gestured to the other three down the trail that Moon had afflicted so badly that they could no longer move.
Moon nodded, and Adam ran towards them, almost skipping like a toddler as he swung the arm on all three of them and waited for them to change into mindless Plague Disciples and then decapitate them all with his sword, albeit in a excruciatingly long tussle, causing him to level up again.
「Sinner; Adam Level Up.
1→2」
"See!" Adam said as he ran back.
The other two understood what was happening, and they were struck with a type of fear they had only expected to feel in the presence of a demon.
"Put that arm away, Jester," Moon said with a straight face as he grabbed Adam by the neck.
"You two, Robert and Yohan, was it? Follow me. We still have to talk about the dumb bloke who told you dumb fucks to not survive but die trying to kill me," Moon sneered as he adjusted the sack of weapons he had created with the fabric and pulled Adam along.
Adam still couldn't read the name or description of the fabric because of all the weapons inside, making the panel look like a jumbled mess. But Moon's panel seemed to be glitching now for some reason.
The arm of Resheph was so long and skinny that its claws dragged in the mud as Adam held it by the nub where it had been cut off, leaving a long 5 line trail.
Adam held up the arm to Moon's face, closely watching for any visible signs of fear or a desire to grab
onto the hand. Those were the symptoms his mind had deemed indicative of infection and potential transformation.
Moon stared at the arm for a brief moment, snickered, and turned his head to Adam, saying clearly, "Put that thing away."
"You know what?" Moon said as he put down the strap bag and pulled out a piece of fabric he had ripped off earlier, tossing it to Adam.
"Wrap it up. That will stop you from doing anything stupid to any good soul down where we are headed," Moon said.
Adam could finally see the system status panel of the fabric.
「Name: Lady Beatrice's Excess Burial Cloth.
Durability: 1000/1000
Description: Blessed with holy water prayed over by a Catholic priest.」
"Beatrice. Imagine there was a Dante in this. We'd be fucked over," Adam said. He seemed like an entirely new person as he was moving along and wrapping the arm in the cloth tightly.