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Kapitel 61: Chapter 60: The truth comes out.

"Drake? What are the chances?" chuckled the man lightly, walking forward.

Drake put his hand up in caution, snapping an ember of breathing fire to life in it with a red magic circle.

Natto, why can't I see his alias or level.. Drake asked, his body going cold as he eyed Stewart wearily.

[Dn18&@)dn Level *%]

"He must possess an obscuring item. They are not uncommon outside the tutorial but he would have to craft such an item here, get lucky with a quest reward or…"

Drake felt unsettled. He knew Stewart, they had even been acquaintances at work. It was a bad memory but he had even been the one who invited him to that party so long again.

Drake felt a piercing shiver go down his spine, as he saw Stewart's eyes glow green briefly, but Drake didn't miss the shift.

"Oh what do we have here? Why are you level 10 still bud… And you? You're Shot? Oh…" Stewart laughed, nearly falling backwards as his spine bent with his chortle, his hand going to his forehead like a classic anime villain.

"This is just too good, you can't make this shit up!" Stewart shouted, going upright to look at Drake again, "Drake I knew you were still alive but you seem to be doing pretty well after everything is said and done huh? Last you told me you had started your own Art Business and were doing pretty well no?"

Drake flinched. Stewart was one of the few non-family members Drake had kept in contact with when everything happened. Stewart was empathetic over the phone, apologizing for bringing him to the party, saying he had no idea such a thing would happen.

He had even checked up on Drake every few weeks seeing how he was doing, then suddenly stopped when Drake mentioned he was actually doing better financially compared to when he was working, and steadily doing better overall.

The memory left a bitter taste in Drake's mouth but he responded, keeping his eyes and aura scanning to make sure the other people who were shrouded didn't move.

Drake opened his mouth to answer, but muttered, "Marked…" under his breath on Stewart just in case he vanished again.

"Yeah, that's right, luckily all that hard work I had put in for all those years pulled me up by my bootstraps, along with a bit of luck from some algorithms on some social media," Drake answered finally, trying to stay calm and casual.

Stewart scoffed, almost disappointed that Drake had said he was doing well. His demeanor far different from how Drake remembered him.

"Ha! Isn't that how it's always been with you! Just a bit of luck…" Stewart's face scrunched up as he spat to the side, "Surprised you didn't just off yourself after you got fired. At least those other guys had the decency to stay the lowly bastards they were and never got back up."

Drake's eyes turned to points hearing that, "What do you mean?"

Stewart laughed, "You think it was a coincidence you got fired for that bullshit? Who do you think told HR about your little escapade you dumb chump," Stewart said, giving a ratty snicker.

Drake's magic winked out suddenly as he lost concentration for a split second, his aura leaking out as well, resulting in a wince of confusion from Stewart.

"Drake? What is wrong? I have never seen you so upset or unsettled, who is this rat?" asked Natto.

Drake ignored her, unable to answer the question. His mind doing flips trying to piece together Stewart's words.

"Are you saying the reason I was fired wasn't even Marrisah's fault..? It was you?!" Drake asked, his hands shaking.

Stewart shook off his confusion and put on another sneer, his haughty condescending attitude returning, "No, she knew~," Stewart said a swing of his arm enunciating the word, "She may have done it for money but she knew. Personally I just had to get rid of you. Couldn't have you taking my job, now could I?"

Drake tasted iron. He had bitten his lip.

Stewart continued, "Please… don't be so upset. It isn't like you were the first, or the one and only. Had this little system not given me the opportunity to have so much fun, I would have done it to many more. Oh by the way, is this one with you?" Stewart asked, giving a wave of his hand.

A moment later, two black clad figures appeared, a third person sitting on the ground.

"Theo!" Drake shouted, taking a step forward, but stopped at Natto screaming in his head.

"Drake! Not another step! I do not want to leave Theodore either but you still have your debuff! Think calmly, he is still alive. You…. We need to buy time until it is gone," Natto said, her voice dripping with concern.

Drake cursed looking at the debuff.

Divine Frailty [F Rank]

4 Minutes 27 Seconds

Stewart spoke again, "Oh so you do know him! That makes this all the more poetic," Stewart gave an sinister grin, his hand moving to the side of his leg, a knife sliding out of the holster, "I'm going to have you watch as I take him apart, just because he knows you," he chuckled wildly, the knife flying from his hand embedding itself into Theodores thigh.

Theodore shrieked in pain, his head finally rising up to see Drake. Theodore's eyes went wide at the sight of him.

And Drake could see it in his eyes. Regret. Apology. Frustration.

Drake glared at Stewart, "You sick fuck!" he roared, his jaw tightening.

"Haha! Good! Don't think you can even do anything anyway, everyone here is well above your level for one. And one move. I'll be all over you just like HR was," Stewart snickered.

"You can't be serious that you would do all that just to keep me from getting promoted and taking your position? Don't you have any integrity?!" Drake shouted back.

"Integrity? Puh-leaseee… Not only do I not have it, neither does the world. Imagine my surprise when all I had to do was just send an anonymous tip that you had been harassing someone at the party. Then just a quick exchange of money to Marrisah and a letter saying she corroborated my story and that was that. What a world we live in right?" Stewart smiled.

"You have no remorse for what you did? You ruined my fucking life!" Drake screamed, his voice so loud it sounded almost like a banshee, "It wasn't just my job! You ruined my entire life! Any opportunity I might have had in the job market, friends, colleagues, any spectrum of a relationship gone!"

"Oh boo hoo. Honestly if I knew it was going to be that easy, I would have gone further. I should have went further you fucking jackass! It would have been just a few more hundred dollars in a few more peoples hands to put you in jail for much worse," Stewart laughed again, "It went much easier for the next two but I went a bit too far and they stopped taking the reports seriously," Stewart continued shrugging his shoulders, as he walked over to Theodore.

"Do you even know what kind of vile injustice you perpetuated! You ruined my life, fine. I was lucky and I had a supportive family and I bounced back. But those other people… How many fucking lives did you destroy just for your own fucking selfishness?!"

Not even missing a beat Stewart answered, "Hmm, at least 4 didn't bother keeping track and I lost count after that."

Drake felt his tooth almost chip under the stress of his jaw.

"You're not human…" Drake muttered.

"Hmm?" Stewart said, cocking his head and hand in a listening motion.

"You aren't human! Do you know how hard it already is for people to take those types of allegations seriously!? And all you did was make it so no woman, no person! Whoever reported another one of those cases at that company would even be looked at seriously. You set the bar back for everyone for years, if not more! Those false accusations did more than just ruin the accused's lives," Drake shouted, his voice becoming broken, "You were put in charge to take care of employees, and you manipulated all those people for what? To keep a job you weren't qualified for? For pleasure?!"

Stewart pulled another knife from his side, playing with it in his hand, "Are you done..?" he said his face glazed over in boredom, "I did it because I could. With you it was for my job, and I liked Marrisah. Seeing you get along so well with her pissed me off so I decided to get rid of you. But after that? It was just so easy to put you out of the picture, I decided to do the same with a few more people, and got myself a nice little spot near the top! Doubled my pay in less than a year."

"Drake? What are you doing? Stop! You need to wait!" Natto yelled.

Drake couldn't hear her, his mind had finally gone blank in anger. He slowly stepped forward, his Aura going out of control, and washing over the outpost.

Eight other figures in black shimmered into vision, fear in their eyes. Some shaking after dropping to their knees, others desperately chanting their skills and spells again to vanish.

Drake didn't care for the background characters, his eyes were trained on only one person right now.

Stewart.

Drake's eyes cascaded in an eerie glow of yellow, blue, and green. Fixed on the man, with unbridled fury and unprecedented bloodthirst.

The beast inside him was scratching at the cage, and Drake wasn't about to stop it.

Tyrannical Aura P1(4%) [F Rank]

The monster inside you refuses to be below others. The world is meant for you to take your place above it. You are the epitome, the apex, the ever oppressive Tyrant. Your word is law inside your domain.

This skill gives access to Aura.

The passive ability to inflict your will upon the world within a certain distance.

Allows user to perceive their surroundings within a 3 meter sphere around themselves (Increased based on Proficiency)

Aura suppresses anyone inside your sphere that is of your rank or lower, giving a perpetual 10% debuff to all combat stats and momentary fear. (Increased based on Proficiency)

Aura momentarily disrupts any and all spells or skills being casted when will is flexed. Must be of equal or lower Rank.

Additional Effect: Devourer - Any target inside your sphere of influence has a beneficial buff removed once per hour.


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Kapitel 62: Chapter 61: This is Player vs Player

Drake trudged forward at the temporarily stunned Stewart his Of the Apex and Aura forcing him into a momentary submission but Drake's skills were not trained well enough yet as Stewart quickly shook off the stun and gave a sinister grin before pulling up his mask and whispering something under his breath, shimmering out of sight.

Drake stood stock still, his eyes turning to Theodore, fury welling up inside. He needed to get him away from the fight fast, or they would just keep using him as a hostage.

Drake could still track Stewart well enough with his mark placed on him, but it would only last 5 minutes.

Natto, how can I get Theodore inside the Mines?

"Now you wish to speak!? Fine. You just have to give him permission to enter, verbal or mental does not matter to the system, as long as it is voluntary and not coerced." she replied irritated, "But you should go back to the Mines. I can not in good conscience say that you can help him in your condition! You need to stay alive to help someone and you are outnumbered! Please see reason and retreat for now!"

You really expect me to just leave him out here, after saying I would help him save those people. To just leave him to be tortured even more.. From what Stewart said, Theo never said a word about us. He's already family. Drake thought, his emotion leaking across their mental communication.

Natto went silent.

Drake continued to keep track of Stewart as he crept up on the side of him, quickly eyeing his lingering debuff in his peripheral.

Divine Frailty [F Rank]

Lasts 1 Minute 53 Seconds

Damn it, if I knew this was going to happen, I would have just made Bjorn sit his big ass down here till the debuff was gone! Drake cursed.

He felt Natto give a mental sigh and roll of her eyes in his head.

I don't need a lecture about it.. I know it was my fault I'm just saying! Hindsight is twenty twenty..

Drake looked again at the two people holding Theodore, both suddenly shaken stiff by his gaze.

Taking his chance Drake lunged forward, but was impressively slower than before thanks to his diminished stats.

Fuck is this how it would be if I was really level 10? This is harsh! He screamed internally.

Drake's sprinted step forward was accompanied by him summoning a ball of wind like second nature now that he was focused through his anger, crushing it in his hand to shift his hair and tattoos to a light green, his speed turning more explosive halfway through the step.

The people holding Theodore were just as expectedly surprised by the sudden infusion of speed and change of color Drake had, their eyes going wide as they scrambled to free themselves from the temporary shock.

With the help of his endowment Drake was able to reach them both before that happened.

Drake roared as he threw a fist forward catching the person on the right with a straight hook to their face. The person's mask fluttered off their face revealing a man in his 20's before they flew backwards from the force of the blow.

In the same motion Drake conjured a fireball in his hand aiming it at the person on the left, shooting it instantly when he made contact with the man on the right.

But the second person was quicker to recover than the other. They dodged down, and pulled a knife from their side, lunging forward at Drake in a counterattack.

Drake put more mana into his tattoos, aiming to deflect the blade, but it barely cut through leaving a streak of red as it passed by Drake's face.

Shit! I put an extra 5% into that! He shouted internally, watching as the blade passed his face.

Drake grabbed the hand that passed as he conjured another fireball in his free hand, crushing it for his Fire endowment. His voice low as he whispered his skill.

"On blessed wings. Guardians Reprieve." he recited, a glow of green shined around him.

Drake pulled the person's arm over his shoulder in the same breath, bringing them into an over shoulder throw down to the ground, his extra strength from his endowment showing its increased force as they produced a small crater with an audible crack as they were slammed to the ground.

Now I can see why Bjorn liked doing this!

Drake quickly changed to his water endowment, the last few seconds had drained his mana and he needed to get back what he could.

Looking down on the person, Drake made sure to keep track of the others around him. Still 9 figures in shadows moving in on him. Three being the closest, but Stewart was surprisingly the furthest back.

He didn't have time to think about the moral repercussions right now, as Drake grit his teeth, snapping his fingers and summoning his element of conflux, lightning.

Bringing his finger to a makeshift gun he pointed it down at the masked person's head.

"No one hurts my family." he sneered, letting loose the spell, a bolt of lightning embedding itself into their forehead with a sizzle, a small bead of red and smell of chard flesh the indication of the bolt striking.

[You have killed Participant: Julia Kelly Level 13] [Rewarded 253,612 Experience, and 86,250 TP]

[You have gained Title: Murderer]

Drake clicked his tongue, but had no time to admonish himself, as he felt the three from before close in, also noticing the man he flung across the outpost was slowly getting up, shimmering into the shadows as well.

Drake repositioned, putting himself behind Theodore who was still on the ground. Standing to cover him like a lion protecting its cubs, his tattoos and hair switched to a deep orange red as he changed to his magma endowment.

His mana restored surprisingly to nearly 40% even with the debuff cutting his regeneration to half its normal amount.

Drake felt the invisible figures less than a meter to closing in on them.

Putting more mana into his arms he felt two blades collide with his tattoos, a third finding its home in his side.

The three figures shimmered into existence as their invisibility dropped off. Each one wearing black robes or clothing with some donning pieces of leather here and there. A particular one pulled his mask down and sneered, "Dumbass! You should've left the dead weight!"

Drake smiled back, his eyes flaring yellow, both his hands moving out as Ice quickly formed a small dome around them. Drake's tattoos and hair then cascading into the color of pristine white.

The three became confused at the dome that now contained them.

A female voice shouted behind Drake, her knife dripping in a suspicious purple liquid, "You idiot now you're trapped in here with us!"

Drake glanced at the debuff.

Divine Frailty [F Rank]

Lasts 7 Seconds.

6

5

"No, Mr Sanders," Drake said, glancing over his shoulder.

4

3

2

"You are locked in here with me."

1

Drake felt as if weights that had pushed him to the ground had been lifted. Power akin to absorbing stones filled his body.

In an instant Drake moved with untold speed a makeshift blade of fire in his hand, a cold breath escaping his lips in a puff of frozen smoke. Three headless bodies hitting the floor around him and Theodore.

[You have killed Participant: Abraham Renyolds Level 12] [Rewarded 268,242 Experience, and 101,050 TP]

[You have killed Participant: Kim Samsarah Level 14] [Rewarded 300,612 Experience, and 100,550 TP]

[Congratulations, you have increased to Elemental Miller level 11] [40 Free Points have been awarded]

[You have killed Participant: Lee Hyuk Level 16] [Rewarded 325,272 Experience, and 127,850 TP]

Drake quickly squashed the fire and changed to his water endowment, a slight shiver running down his spine, but not from the cold.

He had killed three more people without hesitation. Something in his mind had changed. He felt remorse, but only logically. His body, his instinct only looked down on them as another monster. They had tried to kill him and his, so they died for it.

"Drake…" Natto voiced inside his head almost at a whisper.

"Not now, we'll talk about it later… Right now I need to recover as much of my missing status as possible before they decide to break through the ice. And we need to somehow get Theodore into the Mines," Drake said, looking at the poor man.

Theodores cloths and body showed the signs of the torture they put him through. Ripped at the seams were his coat and shirt, his dress pants were stained a thick red. The knife, still sticking out of his thigh.

Drake wasn't sure if he should risk removing the knife but quickly decided against it.

Cursing that he still hadn't made a pouch for his potions, he tried to pull a potion from his inventory. But to no avail the potion refused to be removed from his stash.

Drake's mind moved quickly to what he could do. His status was quickly filling thanks to his new endowment, regeneration skills, and the debuff finally falling off but he would still need a minute or more to be at full.

He was unsure of when they would decide to cave in his small ice shelter, and unfortunately he was unable to track the whereabouts of anyone other than Stewart from inside.

"Ok, I can't get to the potions and we probably don't have a lot of time," Drake said, kneeling down to Theodore. Drake lightly shook him, trying to get him to respond, "Theo! Theo! You still there, you stupid larper? Look at me bud!"

Drake continued to try to coax Theodore into focus, eventually pouring some water over his head. Finally resulting in Theodore realizing he was with Drake with a small groan.

"...My liege…?" Theodore eeked out.

"Yeah it's me. Can you stay with me for a few more seconds? I'm going to get you to the mines, and you're going to be fine, ok?" Drake said, trying his best to reassure the man.

"N-no… P-please, you must liberate my dear Harley.. Sh-she is in the gobl-" Theodore slowly slumped forward again before finishing his thought.

"Fuck! Natto, we're making a break for the Mines!"

"Drake please just a few more seconds! You need time-" Natto pleaded.

"Theodore doesn't have that time! His ass is bleeding out and it's because I wasn't there to help him. We are going to those mines even if I have to go through that fucking worthless scumbag to get there. This is not a debate!" he shouted.

Drake didn't wait for an answer as he hoisted Theodore onto his shoulders and pulled him into a piggy back, chanting his skill, "I am the wall on which my enemies billow. Unbreakable," the glow of green quickly coming to life and just as quickly winking out of sight.

Then tracking his Mark, Drake looked at where Stewart was from inside the ice dome. Summoning two balls of lightning one in each hand, he let one hover to his side as he condensed the other, dropping a few more percent into the spell.

Drake pushed the ball to the edge of the ice dome right in the direction of Stewart and condensed it further as it crackled and snapped with power. Extending one arm out his thumb folded in his fist as if he was about to pop a weasel he aimed down his arm lining up the small mote of lightning with Stewart.

"Railgun!" Drake roared, letting his thumb fly out connecting with the ball of energy.

It instantly flashed with brilliance as it shot forward, cracking and shattering the dome. The bright line of lighting flooded forward as licks of the electricity connected with the ground and burned the grass below the line of white hot lightning.

Drake moved with urgency as soon as the spell let loose, endowing himself with lightning while flying forward with his full speed, tacking Stewart, and with his aura allowing him to reach out again to find the other invisible figures within his sphere.

Dodging each one as he shot forward only steps away from the Mines. Drake's Mark then unexpectedly moved. And Stewart was right in front of Drake, Stewarts blade coming down with a black glow around it.

Drake didn't have time to gasp as he turned his shoulder putting power into his right tattoo to block the incoming blade he could now see thanks to the effect of his lightning endowment, his body barely keeping up.

Drake raised his arm to block the blow, his other poised, pointing at the man. Drake attempted to cast his fear, "Fear is-" but Stewart's blade moved with sinister determination as he mumbled under his breath.

"Butcher."

The blade moved so quickly Drake couldn't catch it.

[Gained Reprieve Charge]

Drake saw his arm before he felt the pain. It flew in front of him, tattoo still flared as Drake tracked it with his eyes, it passing by between the two. Drake saw the smile on Stewart's face as droplets of blood splashed against it.

Anger erupted in Drake again in that split second, as he roared in wild animalistic fury.

Swinging around in a 360 degree turn Drake grabbed his dismembered arm by the elbow and used the force to bring it right into the side of Stewart's head. Putting a red glow of power from Martial Strike around his dismembered arm, driving it down and pinning Stewart to the ground with a disgusting crunch.

[You have killed Participant: Kohoo - Stewart James Level 19] [Rewarded 826,922 Experience, and 235,450 TP]

[You have been awarded Title: Serial Killer]

Drake pulled his arm from Stewart's dead corpse in one motion and dove for the Mines, saving his teleport for anything else unexpected as he crashed through the door the next moment uninterrupted, in a tumble with Theodore to the ground.

Immediately when he came to a stop Natto popped out, hysteria painting her face.

"Drake! What?! Potion! A Potion! Hurry!" she shouted.

Drake tried to pull the potions from his inventory but nothing appeared, each second that passed Drake saw the sides of his vision darken.

"Fuck not again…" he mumbled, releasing his endowment to trade it out for his Ice, locking up his wind and water elements.

The active regeneration helped somewhat but he was still losing blood too fast.

Drake winced but produced a flame in his hand after placing his severed arm into his inventory. Bracing himself he screamed as the fire touched the base of his shoulder, the smell of burning flesh filling the mine.

Gasping for air through his teeth and saliva dripping down the sides of his clenched mouth, Drake tried again for the potions.

This time thankfully they popped into his hands. He placed one in Natto's shaking hands, "Hurry get it to Theodore. I'll be fine, I stopped the bleeding so I just have to wait for the weakened debuff to drop off and my status to recover," he huffed out in between breaths, pulling the cork of the potion with his mouth and downing it in one go.

Soon his breathing evened and he let the cool ground of the mines take him into its embrace. As he fell to the comforting grip on the floor and darkness of the mines.


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