[Notification]
[You've arrived at Floor 75!]
[Quest has appeared!]
[Quest]
[Quest: Mass Tournament.
Grade: Epic.
Difficulty: Medium → Hard.
Description: You're ordered to compete in a tournament that will involve a hundred Players. There will be three sections of this tournament that you are needed to survive. Only one Player can leave this Floor and it must be you.
Clear Condition: Pass all the sections of this tournament.
Fail Condition: Failure to pass any section of the tournament.
Penalty: Forfeit of all Rewards received from the Tower.
Duration: 3 Days.
Reward: x3 Weapon Runes.]
"..."
Kris was on Floor seventy five which he had reached after conquering the rest of the fourteen Floors after Floor sixty. Because of this, only twenty five Floors were left. The other fourteen Floors gave Kris Skills, Equipment, Weapons and move Stats which would aid him in his conquest.
The scenario was a Roman stadium with seats on the side. The stadium was about ninety feet in length and two hundred and eighty in width. The sky was clear with the shining sun and pure white clouds. Inside the stadium was a hundred other people who were Players, which made the scene quite noisy.
"Hah, I made it this far already?"
"At this pace I might even make it towards Floor hundred!"
"Don't be an idiot. Beside, how long have you been in the Tower?"
"Uhh, four months.."
The one that stood out the must amongst the Players were human looking female who was at the top of the stadium walls. The sun shined on her making her look like a silhouette.
Her voiced boomed as she said, "Good day Players. I'm sure all of you are excited today. Now, let's kick off the event shall we. First, open your Notifications and see the recent Quest."
As she said, all the Players began to check their Quest.
"Huh? I see nothing wrong here," one said.
Another one said, a female, "Are you serious or are you a serial killer?!"
"This Quest is literally telling us to kill each other until one of us left!"
The female, with dark hair with noticable hints of pink and an attire suiting an highschool student then smirked. She was the host of the ordeal and was amused by the reactions of the new patch of Players.
"Now, let us begin!" She said as she snapped her hands and everyone was teleport to an individual seat. Only ninety eight Players were seated while two remained on the battle field.
Luckily or unfortunately enough, one of the persons that weren't seated was Kris.
"Now this round is an elimination match. Since there are one hundred people here, only fifty while go on to the next round and we'll finish until only one Player is alive."
"But let me explain how this match will work. The Player who wins will go on until they die or that Player kills up to fourth nine Players. Hopefully your fortune is high," the host said.
"*Sigh* Let's get this over with," said Kris lifelessly.
On the other side of the field was a young man in his twenties. He had black hair, glowing purple eyes and a tattoo on the left side of his face with Japanese text, spelling 'Cursed.'
The attire of this man - which was an Outfit - was a sleeveless jacket with a plain white shirt and track pants with white and grey lines going downwards or upwards on the side.
"Just my luck," said the emo-like guy with a lackadaisic tune to his perfectly handsome, deep and masculine voice. "Huh?"
"Next," Kris said while standing behind the guy with Eden which now looks like a Kris instead of the former dagger.
A Kris is a dagger with a wavy blade and has an handle which makes it look like a umbrella. A dagger which was normal infused with poison.
"Shift," said Kris.
Eden then changed back into its regular form.
[You have returned x1 Dagger (Eden)]
The emo guy's head then fell of his head and rolled on the floor. His severed head began to heavily bleed as well as his cut neck.
The crowd of Players then began to shout in anger and terror.
"Shit, that was fast.."
"How could you do that! That was a human, not a Monster."
"Fuck, this is the end of the line for me."
For some, the mood was terrifying. For others, it was quite exciting. It was just a mix of emotions.
Another Player was teleported from his seat with a blue aura and was now on the field.
Kris, who was getting expressions of disgust, terror and amazement observed their faces quite closely.
The guy on the field looked like an averaged looking guy with normal everyday clothing. White shirt and black pants.
"Hey," said Kris, his voice beginning heard over the shouts of mix emotions. "What do you think of me and what would have done in that past scenario?"
"Huh?" The guy said, terrified.
Kris, who was now infront of the guy then said menacingly, "I won't repeat what was heard," his glowing, golden eyes peering into the guys being.
"Uhh, I don't know.." he said.
"So would just be killed.."
[Weapon:
Bo (Staff) - Mystical/Level 1]
".. by a silly little object like that?"
"W-w-what?" The guy stuttered in fear, seeing the weapon which was made out of harmless wood.
"*Sigh*" Kris sighed in a lifeless manner. "I should've known better than to speak with an object."
"Shift."
Shift, an ability given to Weapons with Souls, allowing them to alter their form to any weapon that closely or even slightly resembles itself. It can also change into a human form.
It then changed into a spear with a slightly larger blade on top.
In the next second, in the same stances and expression. With moving or anything, Kris spear's blade was covered in red blood.
"U-uhh, uhh," the guy mumbled under his breath. "What is this pain inside my right shoulder to my left thigh?"
Suddenly, the guy body was severed in half vertically.
"Everyone here is an object."
If killing two people wasn't enough, he went on to kill forty six more under ten minutes.
"Damn, what a slaughter," said a male in the audience.
A female then said, "Thank goodness I wasn't picked."
***
The host then smirked even wider as she saw the battle field. It was covered in warm, red blood that was still fresh, and severed bodies that were still gusting blood.
"This is quite.. strange, yet pleasant," said the host gleefully. "So this is the third person he picked as his son? Why couldn't he pick girls like he did on our planet?"
The host was inside a room that had floating holograms that showed several areas of the stadium. Inside the room were three individuals including the host.
"Because only women had potential on Mairel, idiot," said another female. "The men are weak and have zero talent. The only strong male I've ever seen was him and.. this guy."
"True, Ruth," said a cute, pleasant and soft voice. "But there have been many strong females like the girl Eden a few years ago."
"Wait, isn't this guy called Eden," Ruth said, pointing at the scream. "But he couldn't possibly be her son since she doesn't have golden eyes and as lifeless as that."
The girl from before then said with a shrug, "He may have gotten them from his father."
The women in this room were the top three strongest of there world called Meirel which was a planet outside Earth's galaxy. They were Mary, Ruth and CIA.
On this planet, women were dominate as they possessed superior talent and potential while men were weak and were mostly treated like slaves.
Currently, only a couple hundred of men exist on his planet.
***
"Is it over already," asked Kris. "I didn't even feel like a forty nine people. Is this a testament of how strong I've began. Maybe I don't even have to utilize my pet Leviathan to fight."
[Notification]
[You've received a bonus reward for be a major contributor to the first round!]
[Reward: Cloak of the Heavenly Moon]
"I haven't heard the word Moon for sometime," Kris said, reminiscing about his past challenges which he remembered weren't that hard.
[Name: Cloak of the Heavenly Moon.
Type: Outfit.
Grade: Mystical.
Description: A cloak infused with a moon that became a star and when exploded, destroyed a whole galaxy. It has the ability to teleport the user and hide their presence completely. Also, whenever the user is hit, the damage is deflected back to the attacker, which can be used up to 10 times in a row.]
Kris then put on the cloak which was a black and blue cloak that went down to his knee. It had designs of smoke, and the moon.
"Guess, it can be useful."
Mary then appeared once again, this time on the battlefield.
She the announced, "The next round will began soon!"
To Be Continued...
Next Chapter: Mass Tournament - The Hunt (2).