Rushing to the sealed box, Marc felt death nearer. The spearman in the demonic worshipers threw his spear at him.
Marc didn't care and grabbed the box, opening it while breaking the locks; Marc was stunned for a moment. A stinging feeling could be felt in his abdomen.
Tilting his head slowly to see the cause of his pain, he screamed loudly seeing a spear skewer him like a kebab. Blood gushed from the wound as Marc rolled to the ground in agony with tears. He had never felt pain like this in both of his lives. It was a burning sensation that never ceased.
Marc could feel his consciousness slipping away, but before it could, Marc's determination to survive kept him awake enough to open the contents of the box.
The box contained a red mask with two horns protruding outwards; it emanated a glow that felt harmonious and chaotic at the same time. The mask jumped and latched into Marc's face, then entered his skin through the pores. It was a painful experience but it was numbed by the pain he felt from his abdomen.
Marc didn't know what happened, but the spear was pushed out of his body as the wound healed up. Marc could feel the vitality rush through his entire body. Then all of a sudden, Marc started laughing uncontrollably; everything felt funny for some reason. He laughed and laughed over and over again.
The air in his lungs was almost gone, and he felt he would die from laughter.
Haahahahaa! Hahahaahaha! Hahaaheehaa!
The worshipers were confused. They had no idea what to do when a dying person started laughing like a madam. They were at least going to kill him as a sign of mercy since it was their fault he went mad.
When one of the worshipers went forward to kill Marc, Marc got a message from the system he did not expect.
[ Bonding with item: mask of ???(Upgradable)]
[Item info: much more is unknown about the mask, but it is speculated to have been carved of the face of an unknown ancient devil]
Marc was confused about how the item was related to a devil. In Leigard's return, devils were intelligent versions of demonic beasts. They were demonic beasts that were able to evolve to their perfect form, devils were rare because not all evolved beasts gained intelligence. Devils were known to be cunning and dangerous so players didn't mess with devils that much.
Marc knew something bad was going to happen, so when he felt his conscious leaving him again, all he could mutter was oh f*ck!!
When the worshiper came closer to Marc he was all of a sudden seeing his own headless body before dying. The other worshipers were in shock; they saw the kid, who was not even twenty years old, disappear and reappear while decapitating their member's head. It was so fast for them to even see
The leader of the worshippers felt something was wrong, so he sent two guys to kill Marc.
Marc, seeing them, laughed enthusiastically; he felt the joy of warm blood on his face. As he saw two men charging towards him, he dashed for them and started bashing their heads together while laughing.
The whole world was colorful and beautiful in the eyes of Marc, blood painting the world with indescribable joy and beauty.
Marc then noticed his reflection somewhat in the puddle of blood. He was wearing the same mask, but his eyes were black with golden vertical pupils. Marc, the stranger possessing his body, didn't care. It was just happy to be free from its prison.
As it stared intensely at the remaining assailants. The captain of the worshippers ordered everyone to charge at the strange being.
The stranger just looked at them mockingly and thought of humoring them.
With almost all his prey charging at him made his feasting easy. He waited while looking at his meal, drooling; five people had their spines ripped off, while the rest had their bodies sliced a million times while missing their vital spots. They finally died after the devil stomped their heads.
As for the leader the devil wanted to enjoy his time slowly. He started by slicing his limbs of whiles watching the man crawl to safety. He tortured the man till he finally pulled out his heart.
As the devil was leaving to unleash chaos on the world, he was now stuck. The mana of his new vessel had been depleted. It then spoke for the first time in a sinister demonic voice
Lucky bastard.
Before he left Marc regained control of the body. Marc's mana was depleted, so he fainted shortly after regaining his consciousness.
Marc was floating in the water. No matter how much he swam, he could never reach the surface, just descending. After what felt like hours, all Marc heard before being pulled out of the water was you lucky bastard.
Marc awoke in a hospital bed, finding it difficult to remember the events that happened. He was met with a bandaged head and an old priest interrogating him while he himself was clueless; he responded the best he could while politely telling them he had gaps in his memories.
Marc was left alone after being thanked for his cooperation. He was left to ponder about what happened during that time.