I really stepped into the hornet's nest, by pulling such an action. I am still hiding and killing any unsuspecting players. But those players seem to be unaffected by that, they still swarm around looking for the perpetrator. I have killed some players several times by now, yet their vigour does not seem to fade, I would rather say that they got even angrier.

I could hardly blame them for that, after all, I sneaked up on them and killed them without any shred of mercy and they were not even able to see my face. In addition, I might have killed them around 300 times by now.

Most have learned their lesson by now and walk around in teams of two. Even though I was still able to crush those teams, with a mix of timing and well-placed punches it was getting harder and harder. right now I just barely escaped being spotted. I was ambushing a single player, but as it turns out the second player was waiting for my arrival preparing his magic. I was just lucky, that I chose to engage from the front this time.

The male victim did not anticipate this kind of action and was hit by my tackle, I managed to grab him just in time to use him to block the spell of the second player. As my meatshield was pierced by a wave of spells, I managed to throw him at his companion. Before he even realized what had happened I killed his friend with a fierce kick to the back of his head. As his vision was impaired due to his friend, he wanted to push his friend away from himself, but he stood no chance because I successfully mounted him by then and began to ram my fingers into his eye sockets. As his screams echoed in the close vicinity. I was forced to kill him quickly, so I broke his neck with a strong pull of my arms.

I did not even have the time left to let them get devoured before many footsteps could be heard running into my direction. I am not ready for a head-on confrontation, because there would be no end to it and once I get surrounded it is very hard to escape from so many eyes.

Those people have no qualms about destroying this whole place, just to find me. They threw magic spells everywhere causing the whole ground to shake constantly. The former darkness was replaced by bright colours, in areas where flame magic was cast.

It felt like their biggest desire was to just raze this place to the ground. Their craze was increasing madly as the sea of people left a trail of destruction everywhere they went. Their screams of infuriation kept on resounding. The former peace was long gone.

Leaving my hideout right now would probably be my death sentence. It seems like my best choice would be to just dig to the surface again. If I can avoid a battle like this I will gladly do so.

But alas fate has something else planned for me, as I was just about to escape this whole mess, my position was struck by stray magic. As I fell down, I had a premonition that the upcoming time is not going to be very pleasant. I did not even try to cushion my fall, because I already saw all those gazes sizing me up.

If a player was not aware of my existence, then after that my impact on the floor the knew. The loud noises had already, dissipated as I calmly stood up and got rid of the dust on my body. I suppose this is what the idiom the calm before the storm talks about.

As they saw me for the first time, many players did not show any kind of reaction any more. Seems like they were in the zone and waiting for the fight to begin. I just stood there calmly looking around at all those different faces. Sadly I did not find a familiar face.

I was firmly surrounded by the players and even more, could be seen joining the crowd. Most of them were male, but even some female player could be seen. Though none of these players was muscular or tall, they all were looking quite decent. The females in particular, though that may be caused by my personal bias.

I am curious, why do they not attack me directly upon spotting me, after all, I have killed so many of them already. I do not think that they are afraid of me. Knowing the limit of their egos, I would guess that they are currently streaming the whole event and orchestrating it to make them look good. If it is that kind of event I am sure, a certain streamer is currently doing his best to show the footage to all his spectators.

The standoff continued but neither side did show any intention of starting the all-out war. All I had to do was take one step and I would be attacked on the spot. Are they really expecting me to start the fighting?

That can not be the reason, please do not let that be the reasoning for the current standstill. The players grew a bit restless up on my lacking response. They screamed something in my direction, but I did not and still do not understand anything they say.

I am not planning to stay like this till the end of time. Why are they so hesitant in starting the fight with me, is it about their code of honour? I began to yell vulgarities in their face hoping to infuriate them, but alas the curse of the language barrier struck yet again and they stared at me the same way I did at them.

I should have started the fight after I fell down, now I do not want to give in to those morons. I might as well flex my muscles a bit and start training in front of them, maybe then some action will finally happen.

After my first movement, every player was ready for the fight but upon seeing me doing various different kind of workouts, they just stared at me with a dumbfounded expression. I was just praying, that those players would not deem this as a challenge to start and copy my movements. Luckily for me, I could see the disgust in their eyes while spectating my workout.

I was just thankful, that they do not copy everything. Though I did expect them to attack me by now, instead, they began to showcase the might of their magic. Great, now it turned into a boasting contest. There might be a conjunction between the level of intelligence and mana. That would at least explain, why most of the magic felt so weak.

It was no use I had to use my ultimate weapon, a weapon so strong that it transcends language barriers and worlds alike. I lifted both of my hands and retracted every finger but one. Until that one finger stood lonely in its place, facing the players all alone. I did not have to wait long until someone lost his patience and the first spell flew right at my head. This weapon truly is too strong for me to handle.

I dodged the spell with ease, by moving my head a bit too the right. The spell struck an unsuspecting player right in the chest. Not my intention, but I like the result. A smug grin appeared on my face. I won this bout.

Without wasting any other second I began my assault. The key to surviving this fight is to fight in the middle of many people so that most magic cannot hit me directly. If they use magic that targets an area, then those players become casualties themselves. Let me see how able they are. If they just mindlessly throw their magic without any rhyme or reason, they will kill themselves first before me.

I caught some players by surprise and they did not manage to use their magic, I took the brunt of the spells that came from the front, the rest found its target in different players. Without any problem, just a slightly irritated skin I dove straight into the group of players. I had to make sure, that I act quickly and decisively. If I waste too much time on a single player, the group can regroup again.

At most 5 players could attack me directly, while the rest could not accomplish that without hurting everyone in between us. Sadly I can't avoid every spell if I do not have enough space to act. The magic was hitting my body and forced a little bit of blood out. Even though individually they are weak if If I get hit on and on I will definitely succumb to those injuries.

After I got hit by a wind blade, I had enough and grabbed the caster by his hairs. I pulled him downwards and rammed my knee right into his face. The gruesome cracking sound was heard. I did not care whether he was dead or still alive, that was a matter of principle.

In retaliation, my back was hit by a wave of spells. I turned around crossed the gap with 2 big steps and launched myself at the culprits. Using my sharp fingernails I left a long and deep gash at the neck of yet another mage. To dodge the next wave of attacks, I rolled over and started to fight with the next person.

Even though I may not have the reach and my precious weapon, but the body of a small child is a lot more mobile and not as easy to hit.

Clawing into the skin of a player after I successfully connected a kick, enabled me to do something risky. I fell on my back and kept the claws stuck inside his flesh, using my force and gravitation to my advantage I tossed the man into a small crowd. 3 people did not expect that action and lost balance

as the body hit them.

I reaped 2 more lives by impaling their throats with my nails, while they were laying on the ground. The other 2 found their demise, as I crushed their skulls by stepping on them will full force.

I saw their response leaving bloody marks all over my body, but as long as I do not feel any pain everything is fine.

This exchange did even last a full minute and by now and 6 players had already died. But a speed like this is way too slow, it will not take much time and those players will return once again. Of course, I did not have enough time to actually think about my viable options, because my brain was kept busy, by observing the crowd and the surrounding for spells that potentially endanger my safety.

The backline was mostly just spectating the combat and chatting while the rest was in danger. There are exceptions as well, a mage has been preparing magic for several seconds now and was looking with a murderous glint in his eyes into my direction.

That spell means trouble, so I did not hesitate and threw 3 hair projectiles I had just ripped out, in his direction. To ensure that it will hit him I was forced to jump into the air, to get the right angle. His death came at my expense, as a bombardment of magic spells caused my first serious wound. The force even launched me straight through the air.

Before hitting the ground, I managed to embed my nail, inside the skull of a player. Under a scream of pure agony, I came to a halt. The residue force was stopped by the heroic sacrifice of his cranium. Though that poor soul would not forget that sensation of pain for a very long time. I ended his suffering with a quick stab into his brain.

Even though my wounds are regenerating slowly but surely, my supply will not last forever. I hope I can find a way to escape, sooner or later. Sacrificing the ants is inexcusable. I will not order them right to their death, just because of my selfishness.

Some players thought that the last wave of magic must have been enough. Because those players had already turned around and started to walk away. The horrifying scream of their comrade brought them back to reality.

I could not afford to look at their current astoundment, as the next magic spell was currently flying right at me. I could not even distinguish whether it was fire, wind or water magic. There was not enough time to think about all the specifics. I could not care less about the loss of viable information about magic. My survival has the highest priority at the moment.

The spell missed its target but caused a lot of debris to fly around. I did not expect someone strong to actually partake in this fight. After all the crowd consists out of players, who had the time to partake in that stupid competition.

I grabbed many small pieces of the debris and threw them with full force at the players in the backline, who were just gawking at the situation. Naked flesh was unable to stop those projectiles. 4 people were dead on the spot as their head, was pierced whole. The next wave of attack was blocked by shields of magic, that everyone activated before the impact.

The players tried to retaliate, but I was able to dodge those spells with ease, as I was constantly moving through the enemy lines. I do not want to know, how many enemies were killed due to friendly fire.

I had to conserve as much energy as possible. Otherwise, I will miss that energy, when I will really need it.

I still have several cards I could play, but those should only be used when times are dire and everything is on the line. Right now I still can escape, once I see a gap and disappear into the ground.

But as much as I want to escape right now, it seems very unlikely. I do not see any sign of a gap, in this encirclement. I just hope that I can finish this before their reinforcements arrive. Once the strong magicians arrive all hell will break loose and I will have to put everything on the line just to even be able to escape.

A sigh escaped my lips after my teeth found its first prey. It feels so easy to crush a windpipe like that, but there seems to be no end in sight in this huge flood of players. Especially, if the backline keeps on moving to prevent me from escaping. They tried to block my attacks with magic, but it has next to little effect on me. Simply because I switch the target or use feints and strike when they let their guard down.

But I have to pay my respects to them, a tenacity of such a level is praiseworthy. I looked at the members I passed and they did not do anything. Somethings wrong. Suddenly a wave of players ran towards me, they did not even cast magic. Have they lost their mind?

Staring at the backline I saw it, several players were preparing something special, they stood in a pentagram and kept on voicing an incantation.

Before I was able to get rid of them, the tide of players arrived. They were trying to lock me in place. I tried my best not to get caught. The first man tried to just bury me with his body but after a quick sidestep and a quick thrust of my sharp nails into his brain, he was no more. Before his body, had even touched the ground 2 more men arrived to try and do the same.

The first men died after his throat was slit by a spinning kick and the second man stopped after his heart had been pierced. WIthout any time to react, something grabbed me from behind trapping my arms. I tried to free myself but it was too late and I was buried underneath a huge pile of men.

I could not move a single muscle under this huge weight. Out of a sudden, I had a really bad feeling, as the incarnation finished.

A huge whirlwind appeared and subjected his target to a deadly storm of wind blades. The sound of flesh being cut, repeated over and over again. Every onlooker was amazed by the huge power of that spell. They began to laugh merrily, they had killed the person responsible for ruining their favourite activity.

They all stood there and cheered as they waited to see what was left.