Deep within a heavily wooded and rocky area, a horrifying scene unfolded.
The ground was scattered with the motionless bodies of several Lions and lionesses, once intimidating Kings and Queens of savannah now reduced to lifeless shells.
Some lay sprawled on the earth, while others desperately clung to trees and rocks, their blood staining the surroundings in eerie patterns.
It was a chilling sight, sending shivers down the spines of all who bore witness.
Amidst this gruesome spectacle stood a figure, a young member of the Vamstroja species, and it was Wallace. His face, body, and even the very stone beneath him were drenched in blood, casting an otherworldly aura upon him.
He seemed to enjoy the chaos and massacre he created, a wicked grin stretching across his face.
'Haha! This is even better than those virtual reality simulations back on my home planet, Earth, in the year 2045!' he exclaimed in his head, the tone of his voice in his head had a mix of exhilaration and madness.
As Wallace basked in the aftermath of his brutal victory, his sharp senses detected a faint rustling behind a large stone nearby. His eyes narrowed, a mischievous smile playing upon his lips.
"Hehe, what do we have here?" he pondered, his voice dripping with anticipation. With bated breath, he awaited the creature hidden in the shadows behind a giant stone rock to reveal itself.
Suddenly, without warning, a creature leaped out from its hiding place, driven by a primal instinct for survival.
Swoosh!
However, Wallace was no ordinary opponent. With unearthly speed and agility, he effortlessly evaded the creature's attack, his movements as graceful as a dancer's.
Swoosh!
In one swift motion, Wallace's blade sliced through the air, severing the creature in two.
A high-pitched, insect-like scream filled the air, a haunting sound that reverberated through the savannah forest.
Kyaaaaareeekk!!
The creature's life force rapidly dissipated, leaving behind a grotesque mess upon the very stone it had used as an ambush point.
Examining the acidic remains of the fallen creature, Wallace's bloodlust only grew stronger. The thrill of battle mingled with the satisfaction of advancing.
With his eyes shining with sinister delight, he thought, "I need to solve this now." Back on Earth, players had to kill around five-hundred creatures because they didn't have leveling and stuff there. However, in this version of the magical world, players can achieve level seven and facehuggers begin to appear one by one, much to Wallaces' surprise. He knows that they will become fiercer and their numbers will multiply.
He already enjoyed his knife throw skill to the fullest, and that there was no use in absorbing facehuggers blood and that killing them would be pointless, Wallace gracefully leaped down from the stone rock he was standing on.
"Time to go back," he said.
His body exuded a predatory grace as he surveyed the path he had previously traversed, his eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and malevolence.
After a few minutes, Wallace found himself once again standing in front of the huge alien spaceship.
A shiver went down his spine as he looked up at its towering presence, its shiny metal surface giving off a scary glow in the dim moonlight. His heart raced in his chest, a mix of fear and excitement running through his veins.
With a sudden burst of confidence, Wallace casually threw the shiny knife he had been using since earlier onto the ground.
It made a loud noise as it hit the pavement, the sound echoing through the eerily quiet savannah forested area.
Now, as if something invisible was calling him, Wallace took a determined step forward, his feet leading him towards the spaceship's wide entrance.
Entering the spaceship, and searching for something, Wallace's eyes widened in awe as he found what he was looking for.
"This is it," he mumbled.
Right in front of him was an impressive suit of armor, its smooth metal plates shining with an otherworldly glow. Its dark color added a mysterious touch, while the helmet with long vampiric mandibles sent a chill down his spine.
"The armor that represents the Predators' solid position on this universe, and the cool design of the advanced alien species that rule the stars of all existence, the 'space blood stalkers', the Vamstrojas clan…"
His voice trailed off as he got closer to the armor, his fingers trembling with excitement. He traced the intricate patterns on its surface, amazed by the sharp blades on the wrists that gleamed in the dim light, and the weapons mounted on the shoulders that showed its offensive capabilities.
In the game back on Earth, he could never really enjoy that feeling of putting this armor on, as it would automatically be put on. He could only see the experience in movies where it was put on. But now, he can finally do it too.
Carefully, one by one, Wallace started putting on the armor. He slipped his hands into the gloves, feeling the cool metal cover his fingers.
"It's like the armor was made just for me..."
His heart raced as he secured the chest plate around his body, feeling the weight of the armor as a reminder of its power.
Finally, he lifted the helmet and placed it on his head, his vision narrowing through a small opening.
"I can't believe I'm actually wearing this... I feel invincible."
As the helmet locked in place, Wallace felt a surge of energy flowing through him. He stood tall, now covered in the powerful armor of the Predators, ready to face whatever came his way.
He could feel the pride of putting this on. Now, the whole universe should tremble before the might of the Vamstrojas clan, and Wallace was now a part of that legacy.
The time had come to unleash the power of his new Battle predator suit.
With a surge of adrenaline, he jumped out of the ship, defying gravity as he soared through the air.
Swoosh!
The wind howled in his ears, and his heart raced with each passing second.
As he landed on the ground, the impact reverberated through his body, sending a thrill coursing through his veins.
Kabang!
He took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes fixed on his armored arm, enclosed within the protective confines of his helmet.
Through the visor, he saw the three hidden menacing claws on his right wrist—a formidable weapon at his disposal.
A digital prompt appeared in his helmet, grabbing his attention. It offered an enticing choice:
[ Do you want to use it? (Yes) Or (No). ]
Without hesitation, Wallace nodded and clicked the [ Yes ] option, his determination unwavering.
In an instant, the air crackled with energy as three sharp blades materialized above the back of his hand.
The blades sparkled ominously, their deadly edges ready to strike fear into his enemies.
The sight sent a shiver down his spine, a chilling reminder of the battles that lay ahead.
But the suit had more to offer. Another option appeared before him, testing his resolve.
[ Do you want to retract it back? (Yes) Or (No). ]
This time, Wallace smirked beneath his helmet. There was no turning back now. He chose [ No, ] determined to keep the blades unsheathed, prepared for the upcoming battles.
With the blades extended and shining, Wallace felt an overwhelming surge of confidence.
He flexed his fingers, testing the weight of the weapons.
They responded with a faint hum, a powerful symphony resonating through his armored gauntlet. The moment had arrived—his destiny awaited.
A determined look settled in Wallace's eyes as he uttered those fateful words, "It's time to kill some maggots!"