"Good…" Bruce murmured, sliding his daggers back into place.
"Let the next ones try."
He turned away, coat brushing against the grass as he walked, already thinking, already calculating, already deciding what to test next.
The farming had only just begun.
[You have killed AVERAGE JOE and claimed his points...]
[You have killed BROSKY and claimed his points...]
[You have killed JOHNNY and claimed his points...]
Bruce exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. "Tsk. Fools."
Their corpses lay in the tall grass behind him, sprawled in awkward final poses. Their teamwork had been decent, their timing coordinated, their movements practiced, proof that the three had known each other long before the trials.
But the gap in skill, speed, and instinct between them and Bruce was simply too vast.
Three opponents. Three kills. Not a single real threat.
