Author Here, hi guys as the Tokyo Ghoul mission is coming to an end I already have other other worlds planned next but where do u guys wanna see Ali, leave ur suggestions in the comments, u never know I might change my plans and use ur suggestion. As always ur support is amazing thx and enjoy the chapter.
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The CCG commander was utterly taken aback by Ali's incredible speed. In one instant, Ali was several feet away; the next, he was upon the commander, his longsword raised high above his head, poised to strike. Reacting on instinct, the Japanese officer quickly lifted his massive hammer to block the impending blow.
However, to his utter shock, Ali did something unexpected-he let go of the sword mid-air.
Dropping his weapon, Ali ducked low, his fist surging with dark veins that pulsated violently. The commander, unable to adjust his stance in time, was wide open for the impending strike. Ali clenched his fist tightly and unleashed a powerful blow to the commander's abdomen, which was covered by a thick suit of reinforced metal armour.
BANG.
The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the commander's entire body, leaving him reeling from the overwhelming pain. He instinctively lowered his stance, bending forward as his knees buckled under the pressure. The agony was written across his face, but Ali wasn't about to give him the luxury of recovery.
With the commander stunned, Ali reached up and caught his falling longsword just before it hit the ground. He swung it down with brutal force, targeting one of the commander's arms.
SLASH.
The blade sliced through the armour and flesh as if they were made of paper, severing the commander's arm cleanly at the elbow. The dismembered limb fell to the ground with a dull thud, and the commander's eyes widened in terror.
"AAAAAAA-" The man's scream echoed through the air, but before he could finish, the weight of the hammer in his remaining hand became too much.
Without the balance of his other arm, the massive weapon slipped from his grip and crashed to the ground, leaving him completely defenceless.
SLASH.
Ali's sword flashed again, this time severing the commander's other arm. The once-powerful man was now reduced to a screaming mess, raising his two bloodied stumps in a futile gesture as blood gushed from the open wounds. His agonised cries filled the night air, his body trembling as it struggled to comprehend the sheer pain of his mutilation.
Ali circled behind the commander, moving with a chilling calmness as the man's bloodcurdling screams continued. He dragged the tip of his crimson blade along the ground, its sharp edge scraping the dirt. Without so much as a second thought, Ali swiped the sword along the back of the man's ankles, severing his Achilles tendons in a smooth motion.
The commander's legs buckled instantly, unable to support his weight any longer.
He collapsed to his knees in utter defeat, writhing in a pool of his own blood. Ali moved around to his front, staring down at the crippled officer without an ounce of pity. Raising his longsword above the man's neck, Ali positioned it with precision, gripping the handle firmly with one hand while pressing his other hand against the flat of the blade for added force.
The commander, barely able to lift his head, looked up with terror-filled eyes. All he saw was the glowing red edge of Ali's sword, and in his last moments, he could only accept the inevitable.
With one swift motion, Ali brought the blade down, driving it deep into the commander's neck. The sword cut through his throat and plunged downward into his chest, shattering his heart and puncturing his lungs in the process. The commander convulsed briefly before going still, his lifeless body crumpling to the ground in a pool of blood.
"Killed CCG commander (125/10)."
The system notification echoed in Ali's mind, but he paid it no attention. His expression remained cold and unfeeling, as if slaughtering a man of such rank was nothing more than a routine task. He withdrew his sword from the corpse, letting the body fall unceremoniously to the ground.
"Easy," Ali muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper.
Satisfied with his kill, Ali turned his attention toward the area where he had heard gunfire earlier. He recalled Gunther's last words over the radio before the boy was cut off: 'Players fighting in that direction. They're armed_'
Although Gunther hadn't finished his sentence, Ali already knew what he needed to do. There were more players involved, and it was in his best interest to assess the situation before moving on to his primary target-the giant ghoul.
Meanwhile, back at the rubble where the remnants of the Stone Guild were hiding, the tension was palpable. The three surviving members huddled behind their cover, their nerves frayed by the relentless gunfire coming from the other side. They hadn't dared to peek out, knowing that doing so would mean certain death at the hands of the mysterious shooter.
The leader of the group, a seasoned military man, finally saw an opportunity when a loud crash echoed from the other side of the battlefield. The noise came from the direction of Ali's confrontation with the OWL, where the massive ghoul had unleashed its devastating Ukaku shards.
Sensing that his opponent might be distracted, the leader quickly popped up from behind the rubble, raising his assault rifle. He opened fire, spraying bullets in the direction of the white-haired young man who had been harassing them with deadly precision.
The young man, with his silver eyes gleaming under the moonlight, instantly realised his mistake. He had taken his attention off the Stone Guild for just a second too long. In a blur of movement, he leaped behind another piece of debris, his inhuman speed allowing him to avoid the bullets by a hair's breadth.
"How the hell did I let that happen?" Tempest thought to himself, momentarily frustrated with his rookie mistake. His calm and collected demeanour returned just as quickly, though. After all, he still held the upper hand.
The remaining members of the Stone Guild, realising that they had temporarily gained the upper hand, shifted their positions to prepare for an attack. However, one of the guild members suddenly paled as a realisation struck him.
"Wait-fuck, I know who that is!" the terrified member shouted in a panicked voice.
The leader, still focused on their adversary, demanded without turning, "Speak clearly!"
"That guy over there... he calls himself Tempest Wraith. He's one of the strongest players in the slums—a future Apostle of the Air Guild. He's famous for taking out members of other guilds for rewards," the guild member stammered
The leader's face darkened upon hearing the name. If what his subordinate was saying was true, they were dealing with far more than just a simple player. They were facing a notorious assassin backed by one of the most powerful guilds in the game.
Before anyone could say more, a taunting voice rang out from the other side of the rubble. "Hey, you forgot to mention that I like music," Tempest Wraith called out mockingly, tossing a small object into the air.
The military man's eyes widened in recognition as he saw the small, round object sailing toward them. "It's a grenade!" he shouted in alarm, diving to the ground and taking cover behind a large chunk of debris.
But no explosion came.
One of the other Stone Guild members, confused by the lack of detonation, risked peeking out to investigate.
PEW.
A faint sound of wind whispered through the air, and the next second, the guild member's chest erupted in blood. He collapsed to the ground with a hole clean through his heart, dead before he could even scream.
Tempest Wraith stood confidently on the other side, his finger still extended, wisps of green wind dissipating around it.
"FUUUUUCK!" screamed the last remaining Stone Guild member, panic overtaking him as he blindly fired his weapon in the direction of his fallen comrade's killer.
The last remaining Stone Guild member fired wildly from behind cover, his shots riddling the air with noise but lacking any aim. He was in full-blown panic, his mind racing as the reality of the situation sank in—he was up against a deadly force, something beyond his control. His hands trembled as he emptied the last rounds of his clip into the open space where Tempest Wraith had been standing, his gun clicking dry when he finally ran out of ammunition.
"Stop firing! You'll only waste your ammo!" the military man barked, snapping his subordinate back to reality. But it was too late-the man had already run his magazine dry. Both of them exchanged a look, the air thick with fear and desperation.
Suddenly, a silver chain, shimmering under the faint moonlight, snaked through the air above them. At the end of the chain was a sharp metal blade, thin and deadly. The military man watched in stunned silence as the chain sailed over his comrade's head, then, with an eerie, unnatural grace, shifted direction midair.
The blade, now wreathed in faint green wisps, twisted with a precision that defied logic. It veered back toward the helpless guild member, plunging deep into his skull. The man's eyes widened in shock, his body going rigid before collapsing to the ground in a lifeless heap. Blood trickled from the wound as his head hit the rubble with a sickening thud.
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