NotaNuffian
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*****
His sword swing holds true to its trajectory, yet he fails to decapitate the scoundrel's head as the target glides gently backwards, two steps away from the lethal blade.
"What's the matter? Tired after a few swings?" Tartus gloats at him, looking at the numbers he did to Aran's body. From missing portions of his flank, crushed left arm to the heavily mutilated face and a hole where his right eye should be, yet Aran just gaze at the man and spit a bloody spit towards the putrid man's feet, which leads to him recoiling three more steps.
"Shut the fuck up, you halfbreed," scorns Aran, fully knowing that Tartus will take it as furious as he can be, not that he give a hoot about this backstabbing traitor thinks.
"YOOOUUU MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!" And it comes true immediately as Tartus screams, chantlessly casting Lacerating Wind and hurling thirty wind blades the size of a fully spread herring gull towards the mortally wounded man. Aran, approach by the imminent death, is strangely calm as he walks forward and casually dodging the initial twenty five by leaning and bending, but not before swinging his damaged left arm, or what is left on the forearm, towards the rest of oncoming wind blades.
*Swwh* is the only sound made as the blade slices Aran's left arm clean off, leaving a bloody stump as he grimaced and the cut off arm bounced off the remaining blades and soaring towards Tartus.
"This is your plan?! To fling your prided left arm at me?! What a hilarious display from the Left Arm of Altis!" While gloating, Tartus instantly erects a mana shield while backing off away from what he perceived as a trap, knowing the man very well for his viciousness.
Which is true, as Aran chuckled and clicked his tongue and the flying arm burst into a bloody mist, avoiding the mana shield and coating the half demon with blood. "What the fuck!?!?" As Tartus tries to wipe the blood off of his face, considering he has always been a massive clean freak, Aran just smirk and whispers, "Blood for Blood."
On cue, Tartus' body bursts into wounds, the exact same as of Aran's, whereas Aran's body returns back to its pristine state, minus the missing and bloodied pieces of his clothes. "ARGHHHHHggrrr!!!!!" Shrieked Tartus from the sudden pain, "you never like dirty stuff, nor pain in physical activities, kind of obvious you will pick mage and fling shit at people," Aran talks to him like an old friend, swapping the long sword to his left as he walks leisurely to the downed foe. "And yet you can tolerate yourself being such a filthy mutt and even dab on the demonic magic that you swore to Lilia that you will not touch even at death," charging the longsword with mana until the sword groans from the input, he kicks Tartus who is trying to crawl away and steps on the right side of his face.
"Get away from me!" Shouted Tartus with hints of fear in his voice, "that is Blood Magic! You fucking hypocrite!" He tries to get rid of Aran's increasingly crushing foot with his right hand and stump, only to have Aran easing and stomping in harder. "Yeah, I know, and I love every second for killing you the sixth time you know that?"
"What are you-" Tartus' words cut short as Aran burst his head for the glory kill, and swifty slashes with the overcharged longsword at the nearly invisible smoke that exploded out of his corpse, the longsword shatters after the blow, leaving only the hilt in Aran's hand. Silent screams seem to echo in the background as the smoke slowly disappears to nothingness, and Aran breathes a sigh as he checks his quest board.
And the list goes on with the fate from failing the quest, Aran can only smirk in bitterness as he understands the system being more cane than carrot from the first few times he did the quests, though the occasional carrots are of high value, like the Shop Jewels.
As though to progress the plot, a huge explosion from afar snaps Aran back, as he watches from afar, one of the obelisks in the capital of Altis collapses into rubble, ending the mana formation that has been shielding the city from the hordes of monsters, demons and anything the city deemed non-human.
"Karmatic, yet hilarious," grunted Aran as he runs towards the capital, but not before stripping Tartus of his gears and selling them in the in-system store to earn him some System Credits, it ain't Shop Jewel and it ain't much, but coins are still coins. When he reaches the gate of the capital, death throes of its citizens can be heard and the smell of blood and smoke propagate through the air, informing the death of the capital.
"It's the Left Arm!" The voice was more excited than fear, and hordes of beastmen, with their animal features on a human body, and monsters started to charge towards Aran, wanting to rip him into pieces. "Mobs," mocked Aran as he swung the hilt on his left hand and a mana blade managed to spring out, replacing the steel blade, and elongated until it passed the back of the crowd. With a casual swing, he dismembers the crowd and chaos descends as their pained howls alert the lynching groups in the streets.
"LEFT ARM!! YOU WILL PAY FOR KILLING MY ENTIRE FA-" a muscular demon rushes towards Aran while performing an overhead axe swing, only have his forehead punctured by the extended mana blade. "Ik*rose, sh*nso," chuckled Aran at his bad impersonation and turns his back to face the actual threats while cancelling the beam mana blade. Three females, a mage, a shieldbearer and a swordmaiden, facing Aran with disdain and hatred in their eyes and murderous aura oozing.
"Aran, do you know your sins?" Spoke the silver hair mage, her ruby eyes that earn her praises are now filled with rage, seeing he is still alive even what he had done to them.
"As a matter of fact, I do," stunning the ladies, but immediately they spring into defensive stance as Aran lets out his own aura, "and that is to not kill the rest of you when I had the chance." Aran lied, not out of his kindness of his heart.
***
In the severely damaged throne room, the old king sits on his throne, he would look dignified, if it wasn't the fact that he is headless and said head is getting worn like a sock puppet by the effeminate boy in purple hair.
"Huwmans are the beswt~" mocked Orten while gesturing with the king's head towards the audience, the captured royal family and nobles who are in the capital who are kneeling no thanks to the monster troopers pointing their spears. Orten grins maniacally as he can finally declare Altis as his and springboard to the Curtus Empire, he licked his lips thinking about the Empress Agata and her sensual form, but snaps back at the commotion in the audience.
"You filthy mudblood!" "Bastard child!" Are the noises made by the resisting crowd, the spur has seemed to build up courage for the rest as they struggle to get up from their knees. Before the troopers start to stab the rowdy crowd, Orten simply swipes his hand and those on their legs are immediately decapitated, the blood spewing seem to wake the crowd to their surroundings as they quieten down lest they become shorter by a head.
The troopers fervorously saluted at their king's might but Orten couldn't care less as simply just looked at the scrawling crowd, fancying his eyes on some women, [comfort women for the army for those that I don't want then.]
He is about to give the signal to separate the women from the dead, but not before a searing pain punches through his chest, "ARGH!" The pain is enough for him to lose control of his powers, as he pushes everything away from him at a ten meter radius and instantly blows away his audience and the room. Ignoring the confused crowd, "Su Zhen…" he whimpered, but not before another searing pain struck him.
"WHO THE FUCK IS KILLING MY WIVES!!!!" He springs out of the castle and swiftly flies towards where the telepathic pains are felt.
***
"Marie, you are quite a pest, aren't you?" Aran, with refreshed wounds on his body again, stepped on the infuriated silver hair mage's abundant chest and pinned her to the ground. He wheezles to regain his breath and look back at the short but decisive fight,
Su Zhen the asian looking swordmaiden, with her glossy ponytailed long hair still fluttering from her decapitated head, her head would have been a pretty ornament, if it wasn't the mark horizontally across her nose bridge showing where she has been cut down. Her body is still fresh and plump on all the right sides though, ignoring the massive cavity in her chest.
Annie, the sporty blond with silky hair reaching her shoulders, her perky tits and tight abs and ass gives her a wild aura, in the battle field and perhaps in bed. She wielded the tower shield as tall as herself, said tower shield is now bisected in half, alongside its master with the cut from crown to groin.
Marie, the remaining left from the hostile bunch, her silver hair soiled with soot and both her arms cut off by Aran to prevent any spells from her. She grimaced as the weight of the man's foot was crushing her, choking her from breathing. She can only glare in defiance and fear for she knows that only Orten can save her.
"YOU BASTARD!!!!! RELEASE HER!!!!" Speak of the devil and he comes flying in, Orten, with rage distorting his girly face, flies at speeds closing mach one and hands reaching out as though to rip Aran to pieces. Marie can only be happy for a moment because Aran immediately decapitates her once he sees his objective flying towards him.
"YOUUUUU FUCKERRRRRR!!!!!" Orten manages to pick up speed once more as he lunges at the swordsman, arms punching through his chest even though Aran has been piling up his defenses through aura and spells.
"YOU BASTAR-"
"Shut the fuck up, you halfbreed," pausing a bit as Aran's words are forcefully wheezed out, "everyone of you is a fucking halfblood nowadays," and pulls out the magic stone, initially dull crimson and shines omniously as Aran uses his other arm to hold onto the "protagonist" tightly.
"What!?" As Orten is trying to tear apart Aran to break free, it is pointless as the spell has long been activated as soon as he pulls the stone out.
White light blinds both of their eyes as their surrounding seemingly becomes silent and hot.
Searing pains flair all over his body, the wiggling halfbreed that has deeply embedded himself into his chest is not helping, Aran needs to outlive Orten in order for his goal and he distracts himself by looking at the notifications going wild.
[Wee! I am a knight!] Laughing at his horrible joke with a throat long burned off by the magic nuke, said nuke which isn't a nuke and more like a big beam of microwave constantly burning the capital and its vicinity as long as the circle is not disturbed. He has been doing this for the past three tries so he is pretty sure that the stuff can keep burning so long as the leylines have not been disturbed, it sucks for this shitty world to lose most of its magical particles and occupants all getting cancer but he doesn't give a hoot. Being stuck in this place forever hasn't been improving his behaviour, so why bother to start now?
Judging solely by notifications, which took ages as Aran can no longer feel anything, not even pain as his five senses are long gone and all his troubles have been resolved with just this single notification, he turns off the spell "hanging by a thread" and gets the usual notification, one that he comes to love and hate.
[Then let me stay dead.]
[Oh, fuck you]
*****
His sword swing holds true to its trajectory, yet he fails to decapitate the scoundrel's head as the target glides gently backwards, two steps away from the lethal blade.
"What's the matter? Tired after a few swings?" Tartus gloats at him, looking at the numbers he did to Aran's body. From missing portions of his flank, crushed left arm to the heavily mutilated face and a hole where his right eye should be, yet Aran just gaze at the man and spit a bloody spit towards the putrid man's feet, which leads to him recoiling three more steps.
"Shut the fuck up, you halfbreed," scorns Aran, fully knowing that Tartus will take it as furious as he can be, not that he give a hoot about this backstabbing traitor thinks.
"YOOOUUU MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!" And it comes true immediately as Tartus screams, chantlessly casting Lacerating Wind and hurling thirty wind blades the size of a fully spread herring gull towards the mortally wounded man. Aran, approach by the imminent death, is strangely calm as he walks forward and casually dodging the initial twenty five by leaning and bending, but not before swinging his damaged left arm, or what is left on the forearm, towards the rest of oncoming wind blades.
*Swwh* is the only sound made as the blade slices Aran's left arm clean off, leaving a bloody stump as he grimaced and the cut off arm bounced off the remaining blades and soaring towards Tartus.
"This is your plan?! To fling your prided left arm at me?! What a hilarious display from the Left Arm of Altis!" While gloating, Tartus instantly erects a mana shield while backing off away from what he perceived as a trap, knowing the man very well for his viciousness.
Which is true, as Aran chuckled and clicked his tongue and the flying arm burst into a bloody mist, avoiding the mana shield and coating the half demon with blood. "What the fuck!?!?" As Tartus tries to wipe the blood off of his face, considering he has always been a massive clean freak, Aran just smirk and whispers, "Blood for Blood."
On cue, Tartus' body bursts into wounds, the exact same as of Aran's, whereas Aran's body returns back to its pristine state, minus the missing and bloodied pieces of his clothes. "ARGHHHHHggrrr!!!!!" Shrieked Tartus from the sudden pain, "you never like dirty stuff, nor pain in physical activities, kind of obvious you will pick mage and fling shit at people," Aran talks to him like an old friend, swapping the long sword to his left as he walks leisurely to the downed foe. "And yet you can tolerate yourself being such a filthy mutt and even dab on the demonic magic that you swore to Lilia that you will not touch even at death," charging the longsword with mana until the sword groans from the input, he kicks Tartus who is trying to crawl away and steps on the right side of his face.
"Get away from me!" Shouted Tartus with hints of fear in his voice, "that is Blood Magic! You fucking hypocrite!" He tries to get rid of Aran's increasingly crushing foot with his right hand and stump, only to have Aran easing and stomping in harder. "Yeah, I know, and I love every second for killing you the sixth time you know that?"
"What are you-" Tartus' words cut short as Aran burst his head for the glory kill, and swifty slashes with the overcharged longsword at the nearly invisible smoke that exploded out of his corpse, the longsword shatters after the blow, leaving only the hilt in Aran's hand. Silent screams seem to echo in the background as the smoke slowly disappears to nothingness, and Aran breathes a sigh as he checks his quest board.
| Quest: SMITE THE TRAITOR! (CLEAR) |
| Request: (Rare) General Clive had noticed that there is a traitor amongst the elites in Altis, your job is to locate and punish the traitor, FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION! |
Quest rewards:
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And the list goes on with the fate from failing the quest, Aran can only smirk in bitterness as he understands the system being more cane than carrot from the first few times he did the quests, though the occasional carrots are of high value, like the Shop Jewels.
| Due to having "Altis Elites Swordsmanship", the reward "Altis Elites Swordsmanship" will now be used as EXP to increase its skill level. |
As though to progress the plot, a huge explosion from afar snaps Aran back, as he watches from afar, one of the obelisks in the capital of Altis collapses into rubble, ending the mana formation that has been shielding the city from the hordes of monsters, demons and anything the city deemed non-human.
"Karmatic, yet hilarious," grunted Aran as he runs towards the capital, but not before stripping Tartus of his gears and selling them in the in-system store to earn him some System Credits, it ain't Shop Jewel and it ain't much, but coins are still coins. When he reaches the gate of the capital, death throes of its citizens can be heard and the smell of blood and smoke propagate through the air, informing the death of the capital.
"It's the Left Arm!" The voice was more excited than fear, and hordes of beastmen, with their animal features on a human body, and monsters started to charge towards Aran, wanting to rip him into pieces. "Mobs," mocked Aran as he swung the hilt on his left hand and a mana blade managed to spring out, replacing the steel blade, and elongated until it passed the back of the crowd. With a casual swing, he dismembers the crowd and chaos descends as their pained howls alert the lynching groups in the streets.
"LEFT ARM!! YOU WILL PAY FOR KILLING MY ENTIRE FA-" a muscular demon rushes towards Aran while performing an overhead axe swing, only have his forehead punctured by the extended mana blade. "Ik*rose, sh*nso," chuckled Aran at his bad impersonation and turns his back to face the actual threats while cancelling the beam mana blade. Three females, a mage, a shieldbearer and a swordmaiden, facing Aran with disdain and hatred in their eyes and murderous aura oozing.
"Aran, do you know your sins?" Spoke the silver hair mage, her ruby eyes that earn her praises are now filled with rage, seeing he is still alive even what he had done to them.
"As a matter of fact, I do," stunning the ladies, but immediately they spring into defensive stance as Aran lets out his own aura, "and that is to not kill the rest of you when I had the chance." Aran lied, not out of his kindness of his heart.
***
In the severely damaged throne room, the old king sits on his throne, he would look dignified, if it wasn't the fact that he is headless and said head is getting worn like a sock puppet by the effeminate boy in purple hair.
"Huwmans are the beswt~" mocked Orten while gesturing with the king's head towards the audience, the captured royal family and nobles who are in the capital who are kneeling no thanks to the monster troopers pointing their spears. Orten grins maniacally as he can finally declare Altis as his and springboard to the Curtus Empire, he licked his lips thinking about the Empress Agata and her sensual form, but snaps back at the commotion in the audience.
"You filthy mudblood!" "Bastard child!" Are the noises made by the resisting crowd, the spur has seemed to build up courage for the rest as they struggle to get up from their knees. Before the troopers start to stab the rowdy crowd, Orten simply swipes his hand and those on their legs are immediately decapitated, the blood spewing seem to wake the crowd to their surroundings as they quieten down lest they become shorter by a head.
The troopers fervorously saluted at their king's might but Orten couldn't care less as simply just looked at the scrawling crowd, fancying his eyes on some women, [comfort women for the army for those that I don't want then.]
He is about to give the signal to separate the women from the dead, but not before a searing pain punches through his chest, "ARGH!" The pain is enough for him to lose control of his powers, as he pushes everything away from him at a ten meter radius and instantly blows away his audience and the room. Ignoring the confused crowd, "Su Zhen…" he whimpered, but not before another searing pain struck him.
"WHO THE FUCK IS KILLING MY WIVES!!!!" He springs out of the castle and swiftly flies towards where the telepathic pains are felt.
***
"Marie, you are quite a pest, aren't you?" Aran, with refreshed wounds on his body again, stepped on the infuriated silver hair mage's abundant chest and pinned her to the ground. He wheezles to regain his breath and look back at the short but decisive fight,
Su Zhen the asian looking swordmaiden, with her glossy ponytailed long hair still fluttering from her decapitated head, her head would have been a pretty ornament, if it wasn't the mark horizontally across her nose bridge showing where she has been cut down. Her body is still fresh and plump on all the right sides though, ignoring the massive cavity in her chest.
Annie, the sporty blond with silky hair reaching her shoulders, her perky tits and tight abs and ass gives her a wild aura, in the battle field and perhaps in bed. She wielded the tower shield as tall as herself, said tower shield is now bisected in half, alongside its master with the cut from crown to groin.
Marie, the remaining left from the hostile bunch, her silver hair soiled with soot and both her arms cut off by Aran to prevent any spells from her. She grimaced as the weight of the man's foot was crushing her, choking her from breathing. She can only glare in defiance and fear for she knows that only Orten can save her.
"YOU BASTARD!!!!! RELEASE HER!!!!" Speak of the devil and he comes flying in, Orten, with rage distorting his girly face, flies at speeds closing mach one and hands reaching out as though to rip Aran to pieces. Marie can only be happy for a moment because Aran immediately decapitates her once he sees his objective flying towards him.
"YOUUUUU FUCKERRRRRR!!!!!" Orten manages to pick up speed once more as he lunges at the swordsman, arms punching through his chest even though Aran has been piling up his defenses through aura and spells.
"YOU BASTAR-"
"Shut the fuck up, you halfbreed," pausing a bit as Aran's words are forcefully wheezed out, "everyone of you is a fucking halfblood nowadays," and pulls out the magic stone, initially dull crimson and shines omniously as Aran uses his other arm to hold onto the "protagonist" tightly.
"What!?" As Orten is trying to tear apart Aran to break free, it is pointless as the spell has long been activated as soon as he pulls the stone out.
White light blinds both of their eyes as their surrounding seemingly becomes silent and hot.
Searing pains flair all over his body, the wiggling halfbreed that has deeply embedded himself into his chest is not helping, Aran needs to outlive Orten in order for his goal and he distracts himself by looking at the notifications going wild.
| You have killed Princess Latiara! You have killed Duke Nigel! You have killed a Minotaur! You have killed Viscount Mark! You have killed... . . . . |
[Wee! I am a knight!] Laughing at his horrible joke with a throat long burned off by the magic nuke, said nuke which isn't a nuke and more like a big beam of microwave constantly burning the capital and its vicinity as long as the circle is not disturbed. He has been doing this for the past three tries so he is pretty sure that the stuff can keep burning so long as the leylines have not been disturbed, it sucks for this shitty world to lose most of its magical particles and occupants all getting cancer but he doesn't give a hoot. Being stuck in this place forever hasn't been improving his behaviour, so why bother to start now?
| You have killed… You have killed Monster King Orten! A feat that will be written down in history! |
Judging solely by notifications, which took ages as Aran can no longer feel anything, not even pain as his five senses are long gone and all his troubles have been resolved with just this single notification, he turns off the spell "hanging by a thread" and gets the usual notification, one that he comes to love and hate.
| YOU HAVE DIED. |
[Then let me stay dead.]
| Welcome Adventurer! To the wonderful world of Yitis! |
[Oh, fuck you]
