The battle between Asher and the number 3 top, Kaito, continued to rage on. The two combatants clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks, their movements lightning-fast as they exchanged blow after blow. The ruckus they created was drawing a large crowd, with students and teachers alike gathering to watch the spectacle.
Just as it seemed like the fight was going to escalate further, a figure appeared out of nowhere, intervening and stopping the battle in its tracks. It was the number 1 top in the school, a tall, imposing figure with an aura of authority that commanded respect.
"That's enough," he said, his voice firm but calm. "This is not the time or place for fighting."
Asher and Kaito reluctantly backed down, their chests heaving with exertion. Asher couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He had been looking forward to taking down Kaito, and now the opportunity had been snatched away from him.
As the crowd dispersed, Asher turned to leave. He had no interest in sticking around and facing the consequences of his actions. Besides, he had more important things to attend to.
He walked out of the school, ignoring the curious glances of his classmates. He had no idea what the rest of the day had in store for him, but he was ready for whatever came his way.
As he walked down the street, Asher suddenly heard the sound of screams. He quickened his pace, his senses on high alert. What was going on?
He turned a corner and was met with a scene of chaos. A strange portal had opened up in the middle of the street, and monsters were pouring out of it. People were running for their lives, screaming and shouting as they tried to get away from the creatures.
Asher didn't hesitate. He rushed into the fray, using his agility and quick reflexes to dodge the monsters' attacks. He managed to grab a few people and pull them to safety, but there were too many monsters and not enough time.
He steeled himself for the battle ahead, his heart pounding in his chest. This was going to be a tough fight.
As he clashed with the monsters, Asher realized that they were not the only threat. Portals were opening up all around the town, spewing out more and more creatures. The hunters were fighting valiantly, but they were vastly outnumbered.
Asher's system suddenly beeped, alerting him to a new notification. 'A god has appeared,' it read.
Asher's eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of this god. And then, he saw him. A strange figure was standing above the town, looking down on the chaos below.
Zha'thik is a towering figure, shrouded in an aura of perpetual darkness. His body is a twisted mass of shadowy tendrils, each one writhing like a living serpent. His face is a void of pure darkness, with two glowing red orbs that serve as eyes. His presence is accompanied by an unsettling, palpable feeling of malevolence.
"Ah, mortals," the figure said, his voice booming across the town. "How...amusing. You think you can defeat my children?"
Asher's eyes narrowed. What was this guy talking about? And what did he mean by 'my children'?
The figure chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "I have been watching you, mortals. And I must say, I am disappointed. You are so...weak."
Asher's anger flared, but he kept his cool. He knew that he couldn't take on this guy alone.
The figure raised his hand, and the monsters paused in their attack. "I will give you a choice, mortals," he said. "You may either kill me, or die trying. The choice is yours."
Asher's eyes locked onto the figure, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that this guy was not someone to be underestimated.
The strongest hunters in the town didn't hesitate, launching themselves at the figure with a fierce battle cry. But they were no match for him. With a mere snap of his fingers, the figure sent them flying, their bodies crashing to the ground with sickening thuds.
Up to 10 S-rankers had died in an instant, their bodies broken and battered beyond recognition. The people of the town were shocked and terrified, unsure of what to do next.
The figure chuckled again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You see, mortals, I am a god. And you are nothing but mere insects to me."
The figure chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But I must confess, mortals, I was just joking about those monsters being my children. I didn't create them, nor did I give birth to them."
Asher's eyes narrowed, unsure of where this was going.
"No, I simply released them from their prison," the figure continued. "You see, mortals, I have been watching this town for some time now, and I must say, I am impressed. Your determination, your resilience...it is admirable."
The figure paused, surveying the town below.
"But I fear that it will not be enough. You see, mortals, there are other gods like myself who have taken over other towns. And soon, a clash of war will erupt between town and town."
Asher's eyes widened, understanding the implications.
"That is why I released the monsters," the figure said. "I need the humans in this town to become stronger. I need you to be able to defend yourselves, to fight back against the other towns and their gods."
The figure's eyes locked onto the people his gaze piercing.
"I will give you the power to do so," he said. "I will give you the strength to survive this war. But you must prove yourselves worthy."
Asher glimmered in anger and frustration, why can't we live a normal life and be happy, why do we have to be tormented by all these creatures, his heart burst into questions.