The man, bewildered, floated above the ground, unable to grasp where he was.
The blonde-haired slaughterer, who has won the battle, eliminating every last one of the reapers, has a striking resemblance to the ragged man.
Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, golden mana, it all matches up with either this world being a simulation, or worse, a future. A cruel one.
An agonizing thrum of pain echoed in his skull, as if hundreds of knives were piercing his brain again and again. "Where am I?! What is happening?!" he screamed, his hands flying to his head.
Out of nowhere, in the far distance, the ground began trembling, breaking on its own.
The sky began cracking as well.
The living, the dead, began vanishing without any traces.
The blonde-haired man hadn't reacted a single bit to this unknown occurrence; he kept rambling about a random monologue.
But he wasn't immortal; his turn came next, with him disappearing from bottom to top. The last action he took was to cover his eyes.
The man stared, wide-eyed, "When will this end?!" He wondered, pulling his hair with all he had.
Until the world began cracking at an even faster pace, the ground was buried with a hollow dark liquid.
The sky came next, slowly, its striking blue color began getting replaced by a gray, strange material.
Abruptly, a figure appeared before him, a terrifying mix of man and demon; he bore bones of bloodhounds, clutching an old silver spear in his hand, his yellow eyes, flecked with black, glared daggers at the ragged man. The tip of his spear brushed against the man's chest. "Who dares pull me from the void? The strange creature growled. "Was it you?!"
The ragged man, baffled by the strange figure before him, mumbled. "Wha-? What are you talking about? And, why do you look like that?"
The figure took that as an insult; he sighed, raising his spear high. Swinging it at him, aiming to finish him in a single blow.
But the man never felt the strike, peculiarly, the figure started dissapatating on its own, a horrified look was the last the ragged man saw.
He closed his eyes in agony. Biting his own hand, he thought that this was all just a dream.
Little did he know, this isn't. Or is it?
The air around him changed, the chaotic screams died out, replaced by a quiet, sudden calm.
He opened his eyes to a room he had never seen before.
By his surroundings, he had suspected this to be an inn. "Huh? Why am I suddenly in an inn?"
He looked down, only to see his whole body being wrapped in gray bandages.
He furrowed his brow in confusion, but decided not to mess with anything.
A window lay on his right side.
He barely stood up, his feet wobbling with every step, until he grabbed hold of the window's handle.
He opened it with the little strength he had left.
Markets, kids playing with wooden swords, wives talking about their husbands.
That was all he saw. "Is this… perhaps a town?" He asked himself, barely holding himself up.
He stood there, watching the scenery in awe. "This is a nice break after all that I've been through," He commented, face resting on his palm.
Out of nowhere, footsteps echoed from behind the room's door.
Slowly, the knob twisted, followed by the ramblings of keys.
The ragged man, unaware of the person standing behind the door, started searching for a spot to hide in, but he found none, except the bed, so he slid under it. Holding in his breath.
The door creaked, the man sneaked a peek, heels. The unknown person wore heels. "This must be a woman." He thought to himself, not making a sound.
The woman murmured. "Hm, where is he?" Her legs bent as her hands held the bed's frame.
"Aha!" She declared as she peeked under the bed.
The man, seeing this, quickly rolled away, abruptly standing up and jumping out of the window, breaking it in the process.
"Where are you going?!" She shouted, worried.
It was the same girl from earlier, the one who knocked him out with brute strength.
She sprinted towards the window, "Where is he? Where had he run to?" She wondered, before jumping out of it too.
Turns out, the man didn't jump off; rather, he had stuck to the side of the window, climbing to the inn's roof. "Ha-h, I think I lost her… But wasn't she the same person I fought with? And why… Does she seem worried?" He questioned himself, rubbing his chin.
He started walking in the opposite direction until he finally met the edge of the roof.
Jumping off, a sickening crack rang out. The man held his leg. "Damn it, ever since I lost my arm, my strength has been going downhill." He murmured in frustration over his own capabilities.
He dragged himself away, entering a dark alley in the process.
But he didn't expect what he would find next.
"Wha-? I'm now going to get hunted by fellow humans too?!" He mumbled to himself, snatching the bounty notice.
[Bounty]
Aiden Cross
Dead Or Alive
Whoever Finds This Person Must Bring Him To Us immediately. Or Kill Him If He Resists.
Rewards Of 100000 Silver Coins.
Aiden crumbled the paper, burning it with his golden mana. "Only 100k? They must be out of their minds." He declared.
He blew on his hand, and smoke rose from it.
The dark alley has finally come to an end.
However, some people blocked the exit; they appeared to be thugs. "I must be really unlucky today." He muttered, grabbing the attention of the thugs.
They stared at him, bewildered. One of them stepped up; he seemed to be their leader. "Oho, the prey has finally revealed itself," Their leader muttered. Wrapping his arms around his neck.
"Boys, get him!" He commanded his henchmen. Pointing his finger at Aiden.
The thugs charged, all kinds of weapons in hand, daggers, maces, machetes—even bows.