Kuro, his voice dripping with sarcasm, praised the monster. "You're quite the specimen," he said, his eyes fixed on the creature. "I'll spare your life if you leave this place and go somewhere else." The monster, however, seemed unfazed by Kuro's words because the Four-Armed Berserker couldn't hear a single word from this distance. All he heard was an insect making sounds.
As Kuro kept talking, the Four-Armed Berserker finally responded. Its voice was a guttural growl. "Hey, human," it rumbled, "your words couldn't reach me! Care to be louder?"
Kuro was astonished. It was rare for a monster to speak, especially with such clarity. Only the most powerful creatures possessed that ability. It was his first encounter with a talking creature, a monster of unknown origin. They possess a vast array of magical abilities. To combat a creature with such a vast array of magical abilities, a wizard must possess exceptional skill and power.
Kuro then jumped from the ground and landed on a nearby building, gaining a better vantage point of the Four-Armed Berserker. "You can talk? That's... unexpected," he said, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Wanna be friends?" The monster was confused by his actions. It's the first time that a human is casually speaking to a beast.
The Four-Armed Berserker's voice booming like thunder declared, "Do you comprehend your predicament, human? I am the mighty Four-Armed Berserker. Even the powerful wizards of Zephyria think twice before entering this realm. I am one of the most formidable creatures in this world. And you, a mere mortal..."
The Berserker paused, its eyes scanning Kuro from head to toe. "You dare to challenge me?" it growled, its voice filled with contempt. The Four-Armed Berserker, its eyes narrowing, realized that Kuro was not a mere human. "You are a wizard."
Kuro, undeterred, met the Berserker's gaze. "Listen," he said calmly, "I don't want to fight you. Just leave this place and head north."The Berserker's rage flared, its eyes glowing with an unnatural intensity. "You dare to command me, human?".
Kuro was being nice because Kuro believed he could tame the monster, just as he had tamed Earth and Zephyrian creatures." Without waiting for a response, the Berserker charged at Kuro, its four arms a blur of motion. It unleashed a barrage of punches, each one more powerful than the last. Kuro dodged the initial attacks with incredible agility, his body a blur of movement. As Kuro dodged those punches, he jumped from the building. However, one of the Berserker's punches caught him off guard, connecting with his shoulder.
The impact was so strong that Kuro was sent flying through the air, his momentum carrying him off balance. He was sent flying through the air, the force of the blow carrying him several meters away from the Berserker. The impact caused a shockwave that rippled through the surrounding buildings, shattering windows and crumbling walls.
The Berserker said," Filthy human, don't know his place. I will devour you now and you can do nothing about it!" The Berserker stalked towards Kuro, its heavy footsteps shaking the ground.
[Meanwhile, at the football stadium in the northern part of the city...]
This area was in chaos. The sounds of explosions and monstrous growls filled the air. In the open field, a group of three wizards battled a horde of low-level monsters. Fireballs flew through the air, clashing with the monsters' magic energy blasts. The ground shook with the force of their attacks, and the city's buildings trembled. The wizards, their black robes billowing in the wind, unleashed a barrage of spells, their magic crackling and sparking. The monsters, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light, fought back with a ferocity that matched the wizards' power. The ground shook with the force of their attacks.
The leader of this group's name was Sugiyama Ryota, a mage from the "Windvale" guild. White long-haired, 5.9 feet tall, and black robes. Ryota was also a bit of a moneymaker, always on the lookout for opportunities to earn extra gold. He has a long stick-like weapon that generates magic powers and control it with his left hand.
Ryota, his eyes scanning the bulletin board at the Windvale guild, spotted a particularly enticing offer. Two Four-Armed Berserkers had appeared in the stadium, a rare and dangerous threat. The reward for defeating them was substantial, enough to pique Ryota's interest. However, the danger posed by these creatures was undeniable. No other guild member had dared to accept the offer, fearing for their lives. Even the strongest member didn't take the job. Ryota, ever the adventurer, saw this as an opportunity to prove himself and earn a significant reward. With a determined look in his eyes, Ryota approached the guild leader and accepted the mission. He knew it would be a dangerous undertaking, but he was confident in his abilities. But in reality, he was an average wizard.
"Ryota, we really shouldn't take this job," one of Ryota's guildmates said, his voice filled with concern. "Those monsters are coming from everywhere. Our magic won't last forever."Ryota ignored his guildmate's warning, his eyes fixed on the approaching horde of monsters. Ryota was using his spell, "Magic Ball". His hands glowed with a bright, light as he channeled his magic into a powerful spell.
With a flick of his wrist, he launched a barrage of "Magic Ball" at the oncoming creatures. The Magic Bolts were spherical projectiles of pure energy, each one the size of a baseball. They flew through the air with incredible speed, their paths guided by Ryota's will. The bolts exploded in contact with the monsters, sending them flying through the air. The low-level monster kept coming. He continued to cast his spells, using his most powerful techniques as a last resort. After a grueling ten-minute battle, the wizards emerged victorious, having defeated the entire horde of monsters."Let's call it a day," one of the guild members suggested, panting heavily. "We're out of mana. And I can't use healing magic anymore."Ryota and the others nodded in agreement. They were exhausted, their bodies aching from the intense battle. After a brief rest, they decided to return to their guild headquarters. As they made their way back, Ryota couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. They had faced a formidable threat and emerged victorious. However, he also knew that the danger was far from over. He expected that he would face the Four-Arms Berserker monster but he couldn't find him. "You're right," Ryota replied. "We need to eliminate this monster as soon as possible. Imagine the riches we could gain by defeating such a powerful creature. We will get 100 coins (1000 USD) from the guild and then we can get blue orbs which is highly valuable. "Blue Orbs are a rare resource exclusively obtained from the Four-Armed Berserker. They could fetch a hefty price on the market.
Just as they were about to leave, a monstrous figure emerged from the shadows, startling everyone. "What are you going to sell again?" one of the guild members exclaimed, backing away in fear.
They freaked out! The Four Arms Berserker emerged from nowhere!