“To think you would betray me, I am quite disappointed in you, my loyal slave, or should I say Terry,” spoke a tall, thin, white man sitting at the foot of a massive, king sized bed. The red sheets stretched far over the soft, thick mattress. The bed stood in a spacious room quite high off the ground as seen by the set of large windows behind the bed that allowed view over the entire capital of New York. Several items were placed around the room such as a television, desk, couch, minibar, lamps, an elliptical, and around 10 closets stored probably with the many suits and weapons the man used occasionally for violence or diplomacy respectively, although the pitch darkness of the night after having pulled the thick red curtains revealed one thing far more clear than all else. It was the 44 magnum pistol pressed against the head of the man sitting on the bed.

“Grrr, you arrogant piece of sh*t, thinking you’re still superior to me. I thank you for helping me to this position, but now I am reclaiming what is rightly mine as the lord of this world,” replied the man holding the gun. Only the arm of the man holding the gun was visible in the darkness of the room. The arm was long and covered in thick muscle which signified the massive effort put into becoming physically strong. The arm also stayed perfectly still, a finger locked into the trigger of the gun, ready for any sudden moves from the opponent. This of course, revealed the experience in killing that the gunman had.

“Out of this world of trash in the era of kings that we have dominated, where we killed all others and conquered what power they had to bolster our own, you were the only one who had my genuine respect as a challenge to my absolute power. I thought you would be satisfied with simply being my subordinate as I would have. But alas, such things weren’t meant to be,” the man on the bed said, with a deep sigh.

“That’s precisely why I saved the final king to conquer, to kill, for last, which would of course be you, Jay,” responded Terry.

“This standoff would be perfect for a T.V. show. The Criminal Lord Vs The Absolute Monarch, a battle for the gods. Even though religiously we both believe in only one. Hehe,” laughed Jay.

“That we do. Besides, considering our kingships, such a confrontation would be obvious. And of course on the topic of god, we let our ambition get the better of us, truth be told, I have slaughtered, kidnapped, threatened, tortured, and stolen from countless people. Some innocent, some not. I became a king but even I who will become the king of this world cannot compare to the ruler of the heavens and universe. Well, I’m going to hell anyway so I probably shouldn’t ramble on, the one who should be, is the one I’m sending there,” said Terry.

“But before that,” Terry continued. “Here, I should at least give you a small pleasure here before your eternal punishment in hell.” Terry passed a small bowl to Jay. The contents were too dark to view but that fact alone along with the odor that accompanied the bowl were all Jay needed to recognize it.

“Heh, the last meal you give to every member of your personal squad. That, sh*t is so unhealthy that if it’s eaten it has a chance to cause cancer and a higher chance to cause obesity, but what’s worse is the addiction to the flavor. I’ve heard that every one of your teammates who tasted it died with a smile on their face due to the immense flavor. But still, we’re grown men, we should be drinking alcohol or smoking a damn cigar, not eating cake like children,” Jay replied. “Although, considering how you gave up alcohol.” Jay continued. “And that I’ve been curious as to the flavor, I will oblige you this once.”

“Good, I worked hard on cooking that. I perfected my cooking just for this moment to present a satisfactory final meal to the Absolute Monarch. You better like it,” Terry replied.

Jay felt around above the bowl for a spoon and began to eat slowly at first, but within seconds, all but one spoon of cake was left in the bowl. Jay handed the nearly empty bowl along with the metal spoon to Terry.

“The hell are you tryna pull?” Terry asked. “Unlike you, I can see in near complete darkness and there’s a spoonful left. This is a disgrace on my honor as a chef which I have taken directly from the Master Of The Thousand Pans, Panju. Eh, may I know why?” Terry asked In an aggressive manner. There was even a slight tensity in his hold over the gun.

Jay smiled,“you’ll need it more than me.”

“Hmm, did you think I wouldn’t know? It was obvious that you never had a variety of clothes nor weapons for that matter. We both only kept our favorites and maintained them accordingly. The rest stayed in our various bases. And besides, I can’t afford to darken my pearly whites with the chocolate and many other substances that fill that single spoonful alone,” Terry said, flexing the enormous muscles covering his body. He reached his right hand the his left forearm when,

Shiink! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Did we get him?” came several voices around the room.

“When we fired, it didn’t sound like hitting flesh so he must have been shielded somehow,” a couple men stepping out of the numerous closets surrounding the room.

Bang!

Crash!

“Huh,” responded the men. 

“Who fired that?” another one asked.

“Pull out your flashlights and find Terry!” one finally yelled.

The men turned on small, but powerful flashlights, so much so that the room became as if the sun was shining directly into it, illuminating the entire room. The flashlights became immediately focused on the bed and the small pool of blood beside it which led to a shattered window.

“sh*t! He got away!” yelled one of the men.

“Where’s Jay though?” questioned another.

One of the men followed the trail of blood to the window and looked out the shattered glass window toward the ground. A group of bystanders surrounded a corpse a foot away from the building. The man couldn’t see the body clearly on account of the body being so low on the ground while he stood nearly 120 floors off the ground. Although, the man knew one thing,”

“That’s not Terry, the body is too skinny.”

“Of course that’s not Terry! He’s too smart to jump out of a window without a plan. He must’ve brought a grappling hook and swung away. Look closer, we’re gonna have a big problem dealing with the press that really is Jay,” commanded another man.

The man by the window began squinting at the ground to get a better look.

“Umm, first of all, this building is well guarded from above so I doubt Terry could’ve possibly escaped without getting filled with bullets. So I guess it’s probably Jay considering how Terry’s too big and that all of us are still up here,” said the man upon closer inspection, although he really only squinted. After all, nobody can normally see almost 120 stories down clearly. In fact, all he saw was probably the size of a speck of red dust. A spec because of how far the man was. And red because of the amount of blood that sprayed out of the body at contact with the ground.

Bang!

“Aah!!!!! Help me!” yelled the man at the window seconds after a bullet came out of nowhere and pierced his thigh. The shockwave of the bullet pushed the man forward a full two inches, causing him to fall from the window.

“Nooo!!” screamed the man, as he fell to his doom, frantically shaking his arms to grab the broken glass opening. Three of the remaining men nodded to each other and bolted to help their comrade. One man grabbed the arm of the falling comrade while the others continued searching the room for Terry while using their bodies for additional cover in case of another blast.

“You guys are pretty smart, so I can’t leave you alive anymore, for you stand in the way of me becoming the king of this world. Raaagh!!”

In an instant, the thick, latex bed was torn from its steel frame and flung at the men by the window.

“huh!” said two of the men, knocking the mattress to the right with ease.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Err! That f*cker shot my vein! Damn, this’ll be tough. Even though we are elite assassins, He’s still the conqueror of a full 100 other kings. The Criminal Lord,” said one of the men, grabbing ahold of his left arm as it began to bleed profusely. 

“Cough! cough! Cough! What the hell?! How does he get such precise shots with such a powerful gun. Damn, the recoil of one shot would shatter the arm of a normal person, yet he’s unfazed and even shoots off more every second!” said another, coughing up blood from one of his punctured lungs. Many of the men in the room, who had started off strong, with the first shots fired, were now panting like tired dogs, their blood staining the floor. 

“You guys actually managed to graze me with a bullet. Good job-”

“You’re dead now!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Woah there! It’s not nice to shoot someone when they're talking,” Terry said from behind a thick sheet of metal. The numerous bullets that had buried their way into the sheet began to slowly fall out.

“You guys seriously thought I wouldn’t bring my shield to the fight. You guys overestimate me, I may be the Criminal Lord, but only a god has no need for protection. A lord like me can and has only survived so far by using the proper equipment. It’s your own faults that you can’t handle the cost and weight of a massive, thick, sheet of metal that can deflect almost all firearms. Besides, I wouldn’t be where I am today if I shared all my tech with those who want me dead. Although, I’ll tell you a secret, this sheet is all I have. Meaning, I have no body armor of any kind,” Terry said. “But before any of that…”

Crash!

“No, no, no!!!” 2 of the men screamed before the 5-star chandelier crushed them instantly and shetter to the floor.

The other men took a moment to survey how many they had lost against just one man before speaking again.

“Still, you will die today and the new ruler of this world will rise from the shadows. Emperor Drinto will take over,” said 1 of the men, barely clinging to life on account of his blood filling the room along with the blood of the other 13. 7 from before the shoot up, 4 from the massive shoot up, and 2 from the chandelier. Some had died instantly like from the chandelier, but the others lived through immense pain as they bled rapidly, waiting to die, their guns in hand. There were only 2 men left for Terry to kill. One hiding in a still closed closet, waiting to strike. And another, aiming his gun straight at Terry, ready for an opening that could be revealed at any time, or at least he hoped.

“Well, first you had my bullets, now you have my curiosity. How bout this, I’ll let you run away if you tell me who this ‘Emperor Drinto’ is. Sadly, I can’t take my bullets back so preferably say it if you can survive. Oh wait! I can end your suffering if you tell me, so I guess that works too,” Terry said with a laugh. At first, none of the men answered for fear of consequences of betrayal, but one realized their resolve to live and answered immediately.

The man standing, pointing his gun at Terry, lowered his gun and opened his mouth to speak.

“Alright, I give up, Emperor Drinto is the one who Jay served and led you to also serve hi-”

Click!

Terry pointed his gun at the man standing.

“You mean to say that somebody’s been playing me like a fool?” Terry said in a slow, angry voice.

“No, no, no! None of us have ever met him as far as I know. We were only told by Jay, I don’t know anything else about it!” said the man, worrying for his life.

“hooah! Fine you can go,” Terry said with a sigh.

The man was cautious when leaving so as to not be shot in the back but eventually left the room with a click!

“That damn traitor! Hehehe, he’s gonna die a gruesome death. Just like you,” said one of the men in his last moments. 

“Damn! I can never get over how you people can talk when you’re covered in blood. It’s like a zombie. So damn scary,” Terry said in an easygoing manner.

“Did you not hear? You’re gonna die today! Your reign is over!” yelled the man again angrily.

“C’mon, are you that desperate for me to kill you and end your suffering? Again, I wouldn’t be where I am today if I fell for such taunts, you guys are pretty damn stupid,” Terry replied.

“Although, while I may not grant your death, it seems your boss would be glad to do so,” Terry said. He began to flex the massive muscles covering his body and when he did so, his body seemed to expand twofold.

“What the hell are you doing?” asked a couple of the men in the room.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Finally, I was waiting forever!” Terry said as he pulled his massive metal sheet to protect himself from the barrage of bullets that the man from the closet had fired. Immediately afterwards, he lifted a small metal shield, waiting for a shot from Terry who instead of firing back, charged directly at him. The man, having prepared for Terry to fire back, had focused on doing only that action and in the second it took him to reprocess, Terry was already on top of him. First, Terry used his overwhelming strength to tear away to shield and gun from the man with ease. Then he proceeded to grip his arms tightly and search his pockets thoroughly.

“What’s this?” Terry asked rhetorically. “I expected as much, but that distraction was sh*t. I’m actually kinda sad for those who you work for but then again, I am the Criminal Lord so I could stand to be more understanding of the weak. But one thing is for sure, the weak are trampled while the strong retain their height,” Terry said before...

Bang!

“Anyone still alive?” Terry asked out in the room full of blood and bodies. There was no response, but that itself was what Terry hoped to hear. “Now just one thing to take care of.”

“Terry Isenburg! You are charged with the murder of Jay Mobik, Hobin King, Nick Formose, and numerous other political leaders and members of the mob. Drop your weapon, put your hands in the air, and you shall be escorted into the helicopter after a thorough pat-down. If you resist in any way such as any sudden moves, or the refusal to comply with the previous requests, we shall open fire on you and kill you on the spot. So what say you Criminal Lord?” asked a woman through a megaphone. She rode in a massive black helicopter and held a large Xenon lamp which illuminated the entire room on account of how the chandelier lay on the ground, shattered to pieces. 2 massive turrets were attached to the sides of the helicopter while 3 people stood inside pointing heavy machine guns at Terry, looking for any sudden moves for an excuse to light him up.

Terry took a moment to inspect the helicopter as 2 more appeared at the sides of it.

“Huh, to think that somebody would use Jay as bait. This Emperor Drinto sure is something else. 3 overly weaponized helicopters, police and mafia surrounding the building, which is f*cking insane to begin. Although, I wouldn’t be surprised if a couple nukes were aimed at me,” Terry said.

“Haha! You must be so scared that you’re going insane. Who’s this ‘Emperor Drinto,’ your god?!” laughed a man from inside the middle helicopter while others joined in.

“Huh, I guess that info is so secret that you fools aren’t worthy. Meaning, I can slaughter you all like the dogs you are,” Terry replied.

Tap!

Rip

“C’mon guys, you should know by now that tranqs don’t work on me. Especially since I’ve constantly been subjecting myself to them since I began this path. Such things shall avail you not,” Terry said.

“So, I take it you are resisting?” asked the woman from a helicopter.

Terry lifted his 2 guns in front of him and dropped them. “They were empty anyway, hahaha.”

“Smart choice. To think that you would simply surrender, I must say I’m surprised. Although, not even you can do anything at this point,” replied the woman.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

The sound of numerous footsteps echoed into the room where Terry stood, guns pointed at him, empty weapons in front of him, and all there was to protect himself was his thick sheet of metal which would be shredded in seconds by the massive turrets and his long 15 inch knives which were fashioned from pure diamond and sharpened perfectly with nano technology which were used exclusively for toying with opponents and fighting in small areas. Such things would be nearly worthless. The end had arrived, Terry Isenburg/the Criminal Lord, and the era of kings would be brought to a swift end.

Swing

“Oh, it looks like we were beaten to the ambush. Damn, well at least we’re not too late,” said a newcomer who wore a set of blue, thick, padded body armor who led a group of 10 or so similarly dressed people which was all Terry could see due to many of the group members standing outside of the room possibly out of fear of a confrontation between them and the helicopters. All the members had weapons ranging from grenade launchers to shotguns to machine guns. While others held thick, metal shields for defense. A very dangerous set of weapons all around Terry. There was no chance of escape with so many enemies.

“Who the hell are you guys? Speak now or you will be shot immediately,” yelled the woman through the megaphone.

“Are you people blind? Do you not see these emblems? We’re from EKR, naturally we would be here for the same reason as you although since the entire government here decided to get involved, I guess we should just hand him to you where he’ll be watched more securely.

“Well, it’s no surprise that the Era of Kings Resistance would be here. Especially considering how the final of the Prime Kings is here. We would appreciate the extra help but I hope you don’t mind our caution. Especially since due to your rogue activities, our country has suffered casualties,” replied the woman from the helicopter as some of the people in the helicopter focused their guns on the EKR members.

“Not at all, we only wish to rid the world of this era of kings and finally bring peace,” said the leader of the EKR.

“But first I must ask, Terry, why would someone of your skill ever even consider walking straight into this trap? There was no way you expected to get out of this alive,” asked the leader of EKR.

“This was my only chance of achieving my goal,” said Terry.

“And that goal would be to die?” asked the man again.

“No,” Terry said. “I wished to be the King of this world and I achieved just that by killing Jay until now learned of a man named Emperor Drinto who I must now kill to become the true ruler of this world.”

“Well, I’m surprised you bought into that. It was a lie to delay you so we could get here in time. How sad,” responded the leader.

“Enough already! We must bring him to a set of armored vehicles prepared on the ground and transport him to the Pentagon,” yelled the woman.

“Well then, lets not keep the world waiting. They want to see their hero while they can,” Terry said as he, surrounded by 7 heavily armed and armored individuals, walked up to the helicopter in the middle. The helicopter came closer to the window to pick up Terry.

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Aargh!!!!!” yelled the people from all 3 helicopters as the two helicopters in the back were knocked down in an instant by a blast of some sort while the final one shook fiercely and caused all those inside to be knocked around.

Boom!!!

The helicopter hit the ground with immense weight and force, causing several police cars and armored vehicles to get crushed by the impact, naturally killing those inside and nearby.

“Heh, they finally showed up!” Terry said with a massive grin as he ran toward the Damaged helicopter.

“What the f*ck just-” started a couple members of EKR before their leader yelled to get the group in order.

“Fire at will!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Sorry guys but you’ve lost,” Terry said, pulling his sheet of metal behind him to absorb the bullets and protect him at the same time. 

Clink!

“A grenade, smart, but also the worst thing you could have done,” Terry said as he punched the spot of contact between the sheet and grenade with immense accuracy and strength which then launched the speeding grenade back at the EKR. 

“Having power is always good to use, but it is also dangerous when reflected. And of course, you underestimated just what kind of shield I had. While it may be metal, it is also very elastic due to my personal technology,” Terry continued, jumping from the broken window and into the helicopter.

Boom!!!

The blast destroyed the remaining windows in the room, making sight far easier between the helicopter and the room in which the shields of the EKR successfully blocked the grenade. Although, the men would need a minute or two to recover in which the helicopter would be long gone. 

“So you’ve chosen death?” asked one of the men in the helicopter recovering his balance after the explosion.

“Hey, it’s not my fault for being underestimated, you fools brought this on yourselves. hahaha,” Terry laughed as he drew his left knife and tossed it perfectly into the eye of the man who had just barely begun to aim his gun.

“Aarghh!!!!!!!!” he cried in pain.

“Jacob!” yelled the girl, recovering from the shake.

“I’ll slaughter you!” yelled another man in the helicopter as he aimed his gun at Terry and began firing.

“What can I say, while primitive, knives sure f*ck n*ggas up,” Terry said, using his left arm to grasp onto the submachine gun from the dying, bleeding, screaming man who despite being in his last 5 seconds of life, held on like a priest to the bible. Although, expecting such a response, Terry used his right arm to hurl the man at the shooter who stopped immediately at the sight of his fallen comrade, the knife still deep into his skull, rushing toward him at high speed. Although the few shots that did hit, drained what little life the dying man held and made it a cake walk for Terry to grab the gun from his warm, blood-covered fingers.

“Damn, that guy was really light, I never would’ve survived those shots had he been a seasoned militant. I’m pretty lucky,” Terry said with a laugh.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“What! Christine no!” yelled the man holding his dead comrade as he watched the girl filled with bullets. Terry’s back was toward him as he continued to fire upon the woman and few others in the helicopter to thoroughly subdue them.

Zing!

“That was a mistake, you made light of me and now will die for it! First Thomas, then Christine, then Ryan, James…” started the man as he locked his bloodied finger into the trigger of his gun and pushed away his dead comrade. Terry began to turn but couldn’t act in time before…

“Die!”

Splurt!

“Cough! Cough! cough!” shrieked the man in agony as the second diamond knife flew from behind the moved corpse and pierced his throat all the way through. Blood spilled from his through as the man began to attempt to speak but to no avail as all that came out were several wheezes and coughs. Eventually he took the hint and just put up a middle finger. The common final response to this action to Terry.

Well then, I’ll need those back now, can you pass them to me, same with your gun cuz i’m almost outta bullets,” Terry asked politely with a devilish smile.

“...”

“Okay then, I’ll just take em from you since you’re dead,” Terry said as he stepped over to the two corpses and began to lift the gun from the dead body along with his two knives.

Bang!

“C’mon did you seriously think I didn’t notice you playing dead to get me to drop my guard? I gotta go fast before some more helicopters come or even a fighter jet. I’m glad the pilot set this thing on auto before I gunned him because we would’ve been dead right now if not. The fool thought he could assassinate the master assassin. Just like you, Terry said as he grabbed the gun, knives, and a small, long black box of bullets.

Whirr!

Another helicopter pulled over near Terry and a hand reached out from it. Terry ran and jumped out of the helicopter to grab the 

“Damn boss you’re as heavy as a horse!” Yelled a familiar voice from inside a helicopter as a pair of arms, each around ¾ as big as Terry’s arms, lifted Terry inside.

Inside, Terry saw a group of 2 masked individuals. While 1 stood ready to greet Terry, 1 piloted the helicopter. Their entire bodies were covered in protective gear, but Terry recognized them by the numbers that were painted onto the chest and back of their armor.

“I’m glad the whole crew is wrapping things up,” Terry said, looking at the numerous helicopters and fighter jets destroying similar government vehicles through the opening he had entered through. He looked more closely at the numerous armored vehicles on the ground being torn through by Terry’s personal “ultimate wreckers.” Massive trucks equipped with grenades, turrets, and huge pressurized ballista.

The grenades were used for stunning the cars and knocking them away while the turrets slaughtered all those who dared step out of their cars and even those inside, and the ballista for tearing through numerous armored cars with ease. The ground near the massive building was a complete warzone.

“Let’s first get to the base so I can tell the group something,” Terry said.

“First off, c’mon boss, this whole thing was such a setup, no. 2 and no. 9 died because they got gunned down by a fighter jet. The same happened to no. 4, no. 7, no. 8, no. 10, no. 25,-”

“Enough no. 5, we shall have time to mourn later. I do not wish to hear of my losses while I wallow in my victory,” Terry whispered. “Just go to the base and bring everybody else as well. I have something important to tell them. And tell everyone in the other countries to wrap up and head to their bases so they can hear my message.”

“Firstly, they are either almost or are already awaiting your commands, but shouldn’t you first get those bullet wounds treated first, sit down, I’ll help bandage you up,” said no.5 pointing to a wooden bench on the right side of the helicopter as the left bench was covered in weapons, aid kits, and a radio. Terry had numerous streams of blood covering him and seeping into his clothing but nothing was life threatening in the least. Still, it would eventually lead to a sore body and quite a bit of pain but Terry didn’t mind in the least.

“Good, but no, this is far more important, besides I can take care of myself,” Terry continued. “Now just continue to the base, this is really important. You guys cleared up the sky right?” Terry asked.

“Yes, master!” Cried no.5.

“Hehe! Now let’s continue to the base. Just call all the others to have us go together, it would be a pain to deal with more fighter jets and helicopters.

“Everyone, this is no.5, I have retrieved the boss. It’s time to pull back. Those in the sky will retrieve those currently clearing the building and aid those on the ground in breaking away from the encirclement. Afterwards, we shall go straight to the base,” said no.5 after grabbing the radio.

“Understood!” responded numerous voices on the other ends of the radio.

Within minutes, around 30 helicopters surrounded the building. Many of the windows began to shatter as the helicopters came near the windows and many people began to enter the helicopters. Some people even came from the same window Terry used.

No wonder the EKR stopped bothering me, Terry thought.

Soon, all of the able members or so had either entered helicopters or left in their “ultimate Wreckers.” The helicopters grouped together to prevent foolish single-units from attacking and from any members fleeing the group. The same happened with the units on the ground until they finally reached the base.

“This is no.31, we aren’t going to all fit inside the base, what are we to do?” said a voice from the radio along with many other similar responses.

“Terry?” No.5 asked.

“Right, right. I brought a whole army. I shouldn’t expect you guys to all fit in there unless you’re gay and enjoy that sorta thing. Hehehe! Tell them to park in the lot and gather around the building. Those with a direct number from me may enter the building and activate the speakers. I will personally deliver a message about our next move,” Terry told no.5 as no.5 relayed the message and stepped out of the helicopter followed by no.19 (the pilot). Numerous planes landed followed by helicopters and numerous people stepped onto the smooth concrete surrounding the base. Surrounded by fences that reached a full mile long, armed with numerous turrets, ballista, and armed sentries. It was very difficult to enter without being filled with bullets. Although Terry and a very few others had a key to shut down the armed guards. Although a team of skilled hackers could achieve similar results, there wasn’t really much inside on most days other than a homeless shelter with high tech and high security. The reason for that was because Terry had a saying, “Homeless people and whores are like free soldiers. They’re gonna die worthlessly normally so why not give them a chance to strike big.” And because of these words, the amount of homeless people and whores literally went from 100 to 1 within a year. They get food if they know how to use it and a gun, also if they know how to use it. Terry didn’t need much skill from them, just loyalty and numbers, which the corrupt government provided so generously. Many of Terry’s bases were similar and everyone in the building treated Terry like a true lord. The Criminal Lord. There was little of value in the building as it was a garrison and shelter of sorts and nobody dared to search it out of fear for their life. Not even an entire government could touch a single one of Terry’s bases which numbered in the thousands worldwide. And if the government ever did take on a base, they would spend months recovering while Terry would replenish his soldiers within a week due to the huge support of him. After all, humans are just trampled constantly by the government and have no chance to change. While Terry allowed anyone, no matter the race, religion, color, size, shape, temperament, ambition, or even if they wished to take a shot at him, he welcomed anybody and everybody to follow him. Which is one of the key reasons that he had advanced so far. Even if the government drafted everyone possible, everyone would run straight to Terry. Especially due to another famous quote from him known as, “f*ck the government and the system that this world revolves around.”

Nearly a hundred people ran to Terry from inside the base including many of the sentries, feeling their need to continue watching was unnecessary with an army of a full million surrounding the base. The numerous members of the base wore no armor and instead normal clothing and held weapons of all kinds from handguns to shotguns to machineguns to even just knives. Naturally these weapons were just random drops from dead assassins or government or EKR soldiers of any kind.

Even though any one of the people could kill Terry in an instant with the weapons they carried, Terry trusted each and every one of them with his life and they felt the same way.

“We saw the News, you’re on literally every live channel. You actually killed Jay. I mean, it obviously would happen but damn! You’re literally the king of the world now!” said many of the members of the base. And many soldiers stepping out of their helicopters and jets were whispering similar things to themselves. Mainly, “now that literally every single country had been conquered, what was next?”

“C’mon guys, I got a special message to relay to everyone so the greetings can wait,” Terry said.

“Aww! Oh, I mean, yes master!” responded several people around Terry.

“C'mon guys! Terry called, as he along with the few hundred numbers entered the base while the million or so stayed outside waiting for a message from the massive speakers outside the base.

Before entering, Terry stopped for a moment before talking and  handing something small to one of his numbers.

There were mostly the murmurs and whispers amongst the soldiers afterwards outside the base, until, after a few minutes Terry began to be heard from the speakers.

“Ahem, Those of you who have served me for years and those of you who have joined recently, and those who have died or been permanently injured. We have been able to reach such heights due to all of you and change the entire world. I know the kingship I have been named, the Criminal Lord. But, that was by those we have sought to and succeeded in destroying. I shall be renouncing that title and gaining a new one, I am now the “Hero Of Legend.” There shall no longer be bloodshed in this world. The world was destroyed by us and shall also be reforged by us. When all others failed, I offered and succeeded in true equality for humankind. Those who have wronged and been wronged shall be no longer. Those who wrong and murder others, shall be killed for there is no place for such filth in the world I wish to create. But for all that has been done so far, Thank you for your service!” Terry roared with a massive bow although it was only visible to those inside the base, the mere fact that Terry actually bowed was astonishing, those inside were silent and frozen in shock as well as those outside.

“True peace?” many wondered. Terry had achieved all that he had strove for but even he could not possibly achieve true peace. The creation of the atomic bomb was a cause for worldwide peace to an extent due to the indiscriminate power, but Terry achieved far more with far fewer deaths. He was an assassin, not a leader. He was no hero but people followed him due to a want for change in the world, but once achieved, the outcome was impossible to determine. Nobody knew quite what to say.

Terry stood inside the building, his head bowed before all those who were like slaves to him. The master bowing before the slave, The world world had truly become equal.

Bang!

Collapse.

“You dare to lower your head. I am ashamed at how low you’ve fallen. To think we used to call you master. The same one who was greater than the tallest mountain has humbled himself into a mere pebble,” said no. 98 as he lowered the gun he had used to fire a bullet into the head of Terry who fell to the ground. Blood spilling from his head.

Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!

Nearly every single gun in the room clicked and was aimed toward no. 98.

“What the actual F*ck just happened?” questioned no. 5 along with almost the entire room.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! 

A massive commotion was brewing outside the base. The million outside of the base began banging at the numerous steel entrances which had been locked to prevent overcrowding the inside of the base. The speakers had said everything to those outside, who in turn, wished to know just what the hell was going on inside. Especially with a gunshot and someone talking to Terry like a dead man.

“Who the f*ck shot Terry? I’m going to wring him like a chicken!”

“No stopping there, why don’t we feed him to the dogs!”

“I call skinning the bastard alive!”

“No, let's grind his testicles and feed it to him!”

“Hell yeah I second that!”

Why don’t crucify the heretic instead for daring to harm our lord and savior Terry Isenburg!”

“Let’s f*ck that n*gga up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Let us inside now!”

The noise from outside was filled with ideas of torture and demands to be let inside. Such a massive incident, in all honesty, the group outside would be likely to do the same to all the numbers for letting such an incident happen. Nobody had the balls to assassinate Terry. Literally nobody. reason  one being out of fear, and two, out of immense loyalty. Especially the numbers who were hand picked by Terry and numbered only one thousand total but currently only 657 lived. Of which 103 were in attendance and the rest were soldiers who also had Terry's recognition.

“Try to bullsh*t your way out of this and we’ll give you to those outside. They’d love to play with you,” no. 307 said to no. 98.

“You know I’m right. Tell me, why did you join Terry? For peace? Or did you do so out of vengeance? Fear? I did so out of respect for a man willing to destroy the world and rebuild it far better than ever before. He was to rule the world and destroy everyone remotely against him. In fact, the Terry isenburg dead on the ground was a mere husk of the man we pledged our service to. Tell me I’m wrong,” explained no. 98.

“What the f*ck did he just say?”

“That does it, let us in before we level this base to the ground with you inside!”

“What we thought of before is letting him off easy, we’re gonna invent a whole new torture system for his crimes.”

“For daring to harm the apostle of god, you shall be made to feel a glimpse of hell on this very earth.”

“If you guys don’t let us in, even if you are numbers, we’ll slaughter you all the same for protecting that son of the devil!”

The threats from outside the base continued.

“Even so,” a few numbers started.

“Even so?!? Have you lost your f*cking minds!? Terry raised us to where we are today today! How dare you side with the enemy!?” roared no. 229.

“I mean he is telling the truth in a sense,” no. 71 said.

“Besides, Terry is already dead, we can’t do anything about it now,” continued no. 342.

“We all know nobody agreed with the idea of peace. Or at least, most of us didn’t,” said no. 279.

“But before that, we need a funeral for him. But afterwards, we will follow through with his original dream. And no. 98, even though you may have had your reasons, you know the punishment for killing Terry,” replied no. 53.

“I do, but do you know the consequences of threatening me?” asked no. 98.

“You have the guns of more than 200 trained soldiers aimed at you. Don’t kid yourself,” said no. 53.

“Oh really?” said no. 98 as he raised his gun and shot a bullet straight into the head of no. 53.

Ba- Bang!

A group of 300 or so men in bulletproof armor thundered into the room from the two large doors, each spaced relatively far apart but near where the body of Terry lay bleeding from his penetrated skull and holding a fully loaded, 44 magnum gun which was his favorite gun ever, and naturally would probably be buried with him when the time came. The men pointed their guns at all the numbers other than no. 98. Due to the sheer numbers and surprise at what was happening, the numbers decided not to fire at the men who could do the very same thing. And although no. 98 had shot to kill at no. 53, he stood completely unscathed as if nothing had happened.

“What? It sounded like there was another shot, but I don’t see either of the bullets. Eh, the gun must’ve misfired, but the true purpose has succeeded,” no. 98 started. “Now then, go turn on the turrets and the like, I grow bored of the racket that is outside,” no. 98 told one of the men before continuing, “those of you who wish to follow the memory of a failure and dead man, I welcome you to follow him, otherwise join us as we, along with much of the others bases which have already agreed, will achieve the very dream Terry envisioned.”

For a moment, the room was still. The guns were aimed between the newcomers and numbers. If the numbers truly wished to, the newcomers would lose. But one key detail was in place. The numbers had no leader and were alone. If they won, what about other entire bases who would kill them instead. The morale of the numbers dropped dramatically and little by little, they lowered their guns and stood by no. 98 until 38 of the 103 numbers stood against no. 98 along with 117 of 289 soldiers. With this, no. 98 had around triple the group of those who remained to Terry. Who would soon die.

“Fire at w-”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Snatch

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

Snatch

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

Those who stood against the newcomers stood in shock as bullets erupted from in the midst of the newcomers. Instead of aiming at them, the newcomers were focused in their own center. As something, or someone was shooting out bullets madly, the men were being pushed back a little, but whoever was gathering their attention had given those loyal to Terry a chance.

The next half an hour was Armageddon as blood was spilled everywhere inside the massive room. Bullets filled the walls and bodies of many. And many more outside of the base as thousands lay dead outside the base and the turrets that had deterred numerous groups from invading the base, lay destroyed. The same could be said for the ballista and few grenade launchers. The poison gas dispensers had been emptied out as well. The outside of the base looked like a literal warzone. With numerous areas of fence and earth that had been destroyed by explosions and countless thousands of corpses littering the ground along with blood and bullets. Those who had stood outside had their numbers drop from close to a million to 850 thousand. And numerous of those alive had little time left to live or would be permanently barred from the life of a soldier.

Inside the base, the living who had numbered around a thousand had now become less than 100. Nearly all of those alive were those who stood loyal to Terry and they soon learned why. As they knelt beside the body which had full gallons spilling out of it. It was Terry.

“What? How?” those alive asked the bleeding man.

“I had hoped that i’d never need to use this. But, since i’m really going to die, I have no choice. Other than my metal sheet, the majority of my body is covered in a thin but strong layer of metal -cough- to protect me from the few shots that occasionally hit me. In order to make this believable though, I have small blood bags on top which look like muscles. But that’s not what I want as my last words. I am grateful that you stuck with me this long but now that i’m about to die, please make the world-”

“Don’t worry boss, we’ll get you all stitched up, this is a shelter so I can operate on you, I’m also a surgeon, I can keep you alive just hold on.”

“No. 5, you were always my most trusted after no. 2, but still, I’m living on borrowed time, my body probably has more bullets than red blood cells and I can’t even feel my legs. Which is why I must entrust to you Code. Climax. With it you’ve gotta-

“What, Terry! Terry!” shouted no.5 as the last bits of life drained from Terry and he died.

Game over…

Due to the death of the user, the user may now choose between two options: hell or trial.

What the hell? I did all that, and I still haven’t achieved enough for heaven. I did more in one life than the rest of humanity altogether. Damn it, Terry thought. Still, considering how hell is a pit of absolute despair, I’d take the unknown over it any day. So I just tap it or something? Terry said, reaching his finger to the small black box that held the word “Trial”.

Ding!

Deciding trial…

Trail chosen, Trail of the one who has broken the system of society through sheer power, skill, effort, and immense resolve, activating the Trial of the Criminal Lord.

Again, WTF, Terry thought. Well, this might give me a way to fix the world again. After everything I’ve done, I end in failure, why do those trying to make the world a better place always get f*cked over. I will fix the world no matter what and bring justice to all of mankind.

Due to the high level of the trial, the taker of the trial shall be updated in order to have a suitable body.

Activating magnify stats…

Activating grant skills...

Insane rage against the entire world\=demon king aura; you can easily take over the identity of another and use that body and identity as your own for a set time\=impersonate; you can fake your death and fool friend and foe alike\=play dead; you can stay conscious and continue to slaughter your enemies no matter the condition of your body\=unyielding resolve; you can stay alive for a while after being destroyed by numerous opponents\=miracle; you are able to fly through the air while slaughtering your enemies and dodge all attacks despite your large build\=acrobatics; you are skilled in the numerous methods of torture and always get what information you seek\=Interrogation and intimidation; you have the experiance as the world’s best assassin and can hide regardless of the time, place, target\=mask existence; you have built up resistance to all types of poison\=poison immunity; you have built tolerance to every desire known to man\=lust, greed, pride, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth, resistance; you can control your emotions and actions very well\=mental control; you can determine numerous different things about your opponent by looking at them\=appraisal; you can determine your opponents thoughts by their words and physical features\=read minds; you have a very fit and handsome body\= allure; you have mastered all the best weapons of your time and continue to pursue knowledge for weapons\=weaponized mind; you have spent your whole life dedicated to the slaughter of your own kind\=Bane of hero’s and Bane of Humans; you know how to sneak through anything regardless of the traps or guards\=undetectable body; you are able to destroy countless objects, people, buildings, etc without any sound to signal your actions\=Muffler; you never fail to kill your target in one blow regardless of who as long as it’s a single human/hero on the condition that your level is greater in comparison or you are maxed in level. The weapon used in skill must also meet special requirements to use skill\=Killing Strike; you always seek to grow in power, skill, cruelty, and every aspect known to man\=Rapid Adaptation.

Due to all skills being developed in real life, the skills have been maxed.

Choosing class…

Legendary level class\=Vampire lord. You trust no one and prefer to merely enslave them with your blood. You love blood and never go anywhere without at least half a gallon of blood. Even the dead cannot hide from you and shall eternally suffer the punishment for defying your rule. You can also raise the dead which you have fed on to fight for you. With your insane intellect, you can understand very complex languages, puzzles, and systems with ease. You can sense even the most quiet and skilled of targets. You are eternal and shall never fall to the strength of most mortal weapons and magic.

Class skills\= Raise ghouls; Light resistance; Blood regeneration; Blood contract; Blood compulsion; Shadow wings; Blood wings; Blood empowerment; Alchemic blood; Control body temp; Immortality; King of darkness; Spur; Overwhelming strength; Blood spikes; Thermal vision; Vampire sight; Vampire children; Blood conversion; Vampiric intellect; Vampire hearing; Perma-skill\=Vampiric body.

Okay, Terry said to himself. What the actual F*ck? I’m not some superhero. Superheroes are gay. Eh, I’ll just ignore most of this since it’s literally renaming everything special about me. But one thing, why does this screen call me a vampire? You know what, f*ck this! I don’t care what is thrown at me! I will conquer everything and destroy all who oppose me. I made a mistake trusting anybody. Those who I ruled will change to their old ways the moment I leave anyway. I care little for power, reputation, and intelligence. All that matters shall be loyalty and respect, and I shall slaughter everyone who dares even disrespect me. The world shall tremble before my might. I was a fool, for peace was never an option through hope and happiness. The only way to achieve peace is through fear. All shall bow before me and me alone.

Now that updating has been taken care of, the Trial of the Criminal Lord will begin shortly…

Terry became covered in darkness and shut his eyes in response.

[activating Impersonate]

“Oh, we have another failed hero, what a shame. He’s fat, weak, lacks any magic, and his skin looks so pale. This one looks about to die any minute. The only thing unique about him is his height,” said a voice.

“Don’t worry, his weakness and size will make him all the better to serve as experience for the heroes with an actual future,” responded another voice.

WTF, Terry thought, beginning to open his eyelids to reveal two light skinned men in long white robes. Also, Terry stood in a room surrounded by 50 people in small little compartments built into the walls, standing upright. The people were of all different ethnicities and looks. Some black, some white, some brown, some ginger, and some asian. Their heights ranged from 4’5” at the least, to 7’2” at the max. Strangely enough though, all the people in the room had ages ranging from 20 to 30 years, or at least that's how they looked. Which meant that Terry was the oldest person in the room at 47 years of age.

Wait, Terry thought. What happened to the world!??! Terry looked side to side without moving so much as an inch from any other part of his body. The world had become all colorful. Everyone in the room looked... animated?

The day kept throwing surprises at Terry. He attempted to look at his body but realized that he was restrained. I’ll think about what’s wrong with the world later, right now I need to figure out what I’m doing restrained in some small capsule.

Terry looked over the men and then the table that the men stood by. There were just syringes with long, thin needles. No scalpels, no scissors, no knives. They were of little or no harm, so Terry decided to stay put for the time being.

“Oh, one of them is awake,” started the men as they began looking at the black man who measured 7’2”, writhing around in the black pieces of cloth that were used to restrain everyone else in the room.

“Since he is the first to awaken, he must have a high resistance to magic, he will become very strong in the future,” said one of the men.

“Loosen the restraints on him, we don’t want him to grow restless,” said one of the men to the other.

The man walked over to a small button raised in the center of the room and pressed it.

“Argh!” yelled the black man as he fell to the ground with barely an inch protecting him from a smashed nose before he stopped his fall with his hands at remarkable reaction speed. So much so, that that level of speed had taken Terry a full year to master. It seemed there was a martial artist or experienced assassin other than him in this weird place. The restraints fastened to Terry loosened the instant the click of the button rang through the air.

Unlike the black man who had been attempting to free himself, those who stayed still merely slid against the back of their section and sunk to the floor. Naturally since Terry didn’t struggle, he had a similar response.

“Why the hell do you always loosen their restraints all at once? Just loosen them one at a time when they begin to struggle,” said one of the white men annoyed.

“This makes it faster. I’ve told you numerous times before,” responded the other man in a similar tone.

“Still, we don’t want them to start running around and screaming the first chance they get,” complained the first man.

“And again, I can just restrain them if it comes to that,” snapped the other man.

“Well, in any case, they’re waking up.”

“Huh, I’m on the ground, what kinda dream is this?” said a thin, brown haired guy. He wore a pair of red sunglasses, the lenses included, although only the outside was red, he probably saw like normal sunglasses.

Terry took a moment to look around freely while acting oblivious to what was going on in order to avoid suspicion. After all, Terry would often say in infiltration, “If you are thought weak, act weak, and when your opponent becomes weak, release your strength and kill them.”

Everyone in the room save for the coated men, wore a set of simple white t-shirts and white pants. The whole room was colored white with the darkest things being the restraints and black people. Terry took a moment to survey himself while saying things like, “Where am ?, What am I doing here?” to start and he began improving his questions with the responses of others to, “I died, why am I here?” or “Is this heaven?” which Terry knew the answer to already. This place was neither heaven nor hell, but to Terry, that merely meant he needed to assassinate somebody somewhere other than earth. And the tools he would need were those “skills, and class” or some such. But information was always more important than the assassination itself, and Terry knew nothing at the moment.

Damn, my body is hella light, I feel like I could run for hours on end. Damn, this place must have some f*cked up physics. Well, I guess I can’t really do much about that now and should instead figure what's going on. Terry took a look at the robed men and attempted to figure their motives in what was going to happen.

[activating Read Minds]

So, there are 50 heroes, now just to wake them up and get them to fight for us. I sure hope that they’re easy to control but most heroes are fools who commit suicide or have played those ‘video games’ or something. We just need to point out a ‘monster’ and they’ll happily slaughter anything we say. And for those who need more persuasion we can just have a princess seduce them into a loyal dog. Now, they should awaken soon enough for the aptitude test. And then we just recruit the exceptional and use the failures as food in the cave and allow them to be left alone and be used to be turned into experience. Well then, if they are lucky enough, they might be able to escape. If only I could see inside the cave and watch them filled with despair.

[magic has been depleted]

Dafuq? Terry thought. I never thought I’d be able to read minds, this is pretty cool although I wish it didn’t stop me, I could’ve learned quite a bit from inside that dudes head. Well, I learned plenty, a perfect way to escape this place. I work better alone anyway. And if I don’t leave this place quickly, from the sound of things in that guys head, I’m gonna want to slaughter everyone here within seconds. Except of course, those who haven’t gotten up yet, getting sent to this place apparently has a chance of failure. Those robed dudes are trying hard to say that the people on the ground are still asleep even though they’re just a corpse that hasn’t begun to decay. Heh, this is hilarious.

The next 10 minutes or so started with many people saying either,

“Where am I?” or “what the f*ck is happening?” depending on how vulgar they were. Then began the explanations from the robed men which went something like this.

“Sup n*ggas, you guys have been given a chance by us to relive life and become a hero that saves this world from demons and monsters that terrorize this world. We need your strength to commit genocide. You might notice that your bodies have been jacked up on steroids and made you into your prime age, but don’t worry, it has been done to make you live life to the fullest. Just so you know, this totally isn’t just some sh*t storyline that we came up with to save time so that we can actually just use you as a realistic purpose of enslaving you all as soldiers. Nothing like that at all, we are very trustworthy people of another world or something that actually need your help in order to save our world while making you all super strong and stuff.”

The next 30 minutes were given for people to calm down and socialize with fellow heroes within the first ten of which, people took a moment to just calm down and attempt to realize what was going on. Terry studied the entire room top to bottom and even studied the restraints. He also studied all of the other people in the room and while doing so, an icon saying

[Appraisal will not activate since magic has been depleted, wait a full day before skills can work properly and magic syncs with the current world body]

Terry realized any further studying of the room would be a waste if he just needed to wait a day before retrying and decided to socialize with the other people and find info that way. But first, Terry took his time looking at his body. The size of his body hadn’t changed much other than facial hair and nails but one thing did change enormously. Terry was fat. All of his hard earned muscle had been transformed into fat. Terry looked at his arms that once had numerous pounds of raw muscle and saw only flab.

No f*cking way! Terry thought. I won’t accept the loss of all that hard work!

Terry felt his body maddeningly and then began to cry.

“Are you feeling alright?” asked a robed man to Terry.

“My muscle, it’s, it’s all gone,” said Terry, barely controlling his speech.

“Well then, don't worry, you’ll have a chance to make yourself much stronger,” said the robed man.

“Hell yeah this is a dream! I even have a fit body now and some serious muscle. I’m not the pig I used to be! I wonder if my package is big too! The best part is that I can feel everything here! Ima revel in this!” yelled a man who was around half of Terry’s size. The man had dark blue eyes and light brown hair which was a hell of a combo. The man began eyeing all the women and began to grab the white pants he wore. Everyone knew what this meant but compared to the other people, he was pretty big and everyone was merely studying the situation.

The robed men just watched as well, as if they wanted this to happen.

Terry began to frown. If only I didn’t need to maintain this cover as a worthless fatass. I wish I could release all of my anger on something. But I must remain calm and let them think me weak and slaughter them when I get the chance.

“Please refrain from such things. We are human beings and not animals. Act like one,” said the black man as he walked over to the man pulling his pants and grabbed his arm in a vice grip.

The black man loomed over the other man like a tree about to fall and crush him at any moment. The other man shivered like grass dancing in the wind.

“Well, don’t you can scare me, you damn nigg-”

“That’s enough of that,” said one of the robed men as the same black material used to restrain everyone before, came from his sleeve and wrapped around the man as he was pulled towards one of the robed men.

“Tsukumo, I’ll take this one away for his foul behavior so watch over the rest,” said the robed man as he took away a struggling man who was far too weak for Terry to ask his name. Unlike the tall, muscular, black man who demonstrated himself as a strong person. The incident was an interview of sorts to see who was ‘valuable’ to the robed men and whoever they served.

“Considering how you’re the number one here, I thought I might ask your name,” Terry said to the black man before anyone else had the chance.

“Considering how you’re the only person bigger than me, I’d be glad to introduce myself. My name is Ali,” said the black man as he reached out his hand to shake.

“Muslim? then asalamu-alaykum,” Terry said shaking the man’s hand.

“Walaikum as salam wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh!” Said the black ma with a beaming smile.

Terry loosened his grip as much as possible in order to keep up his little charade of him being weak. Feeling the immense weakness from such a big man, the black man responded fiercely.

“I can see that you cannot protect yourself with your lack of muscle and such ice cold hands as if you were sick. If you ever need anything, just ask me for help. You’re my muslim brother and I will protect you with my life,” continued the black man.

“Of course, Terry said,” Terry wasn’t a muslim but knew much about the way of life. One thing was for sure, while this man wasn’t truly a friend, he was most certainly not an enemy. In fact, Terry could possibly use him, or at least his religious side. If they ever met again…

After the time for socializing had passed, the people had formed groups. Most groups were simple connections like other religions, people who like sports, but one that struck Terry as a surprise was that a group of nearly 30 people had formed which was more than half of the entire group. Terry listened in as they seemed abnormally happy and understanding of what was going on. Very few of the group had any muscles to show and when Terry looked at them, one word came to mind. Fags. The group spoke a lot and seemed very excited but the one word Terry heard the most was Isekai.

F*ck! Terry thought. I never thought I’d hear that again.

“Don’t worry Terry, I may die here, but that just means I can isekai to some awesome anime and live my life in peace, away from all this ruin and death. I’m sorry that those are my last words, but still, I have nothing else to die for. You were my only reason to live, and anime, but still I hope you achieve your dream and make-” Terry enjoyed his moment of nostalgia, but pushed from his mind before he got pissed again. This is seriously f*cked up. Although I wonder if no. 17 is actually here. Nah, if I continue to think about it I might just slaughter that group. Calm down Terry. Terry asked his group of people which were 5 muslims, 3 who were black, Ali, Sadam, and Omar and 2 Indians, Husien and Syed, what they remembered before coming to the place they were in.

“The Indians both died a natural death and two of the blacks died from a mosque shooting. Although, everyone was curious to how Ali died.

“You first,” the man told Terry.

“I got shot in the back,” Terry replied coldly.

“Damn, I lived in Africa until bombs started dropping out of nowhere. I tried to fight the massive armies trying to take over the entire continent or something. That damn Terry Isenburg, he destroys the world just to have fun. But yeah, I died fighting for freedom,” the black man said.

“You too, not me, but many people I knew were also slaughtered because of Terry. He even started a world war. Damn bastard! Oh wait, I shouldn’t backbite, but still, he ruined so much that I hope he gets punished,” replied the others in the group.

WTF, Terry thought. Not only my life but the reputation that I had spent years to achieve. Oh hell no! I need to leave here fast before I lose control of myself.

Thick veins pulsed from all over Terry and a fierce fire burned in his eyes. Terry had never been so furious before in his entire life, his anger consumed him, and Terry began feeling his mind slipping away.

“Dude, you alright?” Asked Ali, concerned for his brother. He grabbed Terry’s hand and then...

[due to your uncontrollable rage, activating Demon King Aura]

[magic has been used too much, body is shutting down]

[activating Play dead]

Whoosh!

Terry fell to the ground unconscious after contact with Ali. Then, a split second later, nearly everyone else collapsed as well. The only ones who stood after that were 10 people, which dropped to 5 a second later. Those who stood at the moment were Ali, trying to figure what had happened. The robed man, cold sweat slowly dripping down his back. And three from the group who were talking about anime, each about to pass out from shock, one even pissed himself out of fear. Yet, while all others trembled in fear, Ali stood unfazed. He looked around worriedly. Not out of fear, but out of concern.

“What’s going on!” yelled a man bursting through the thick metal door that led outside the room. He wore silver armor that gleamed from constant polish and shining. A katana hung at his side in a long jeweled scabbard and measured 3 ft long. He had large blue eyes and short blonde hair spiked upward. His armor was large due to the exceptional muscles that were hidden underneath.

“Him,” croaked the robed man weakly, pointing at Ali, as he leaned against the wall.

“This is the first time in a while that we have had such a good haul of heroes,” said the newcomer.

“What’s going on?” asked Ali as he knelt down beside his fellow muslims and felt for a heartbeat on their necks. “Well, at least they’re alive,” Ali continued.

“Wait, he’s dead, I didn’t even ask his name. What have I done?” yelled Ali as tears began to fill his eyes.

“I beg for forgiveness from you my lord,” Terry said toward the sky.

The 3 other people standing shivered fiercely and began to sit on the smooth floor of the room.

“To think that there are some who could stay conscious, damn, especially this one who could control demon king aura and be totally fine.”

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

“General Zaroff, what was the cause of that burst of aura,” said a tall woman stepping into the room. She had red eyes and long black hair put into a ponytail. A long blue robe was draped around her shapely body. And she held a long black staff of an unknown substance.

“Help these heroes out, they’ve just been knocked out, but some might have mental problems of some kind after waking up. But first, take the few who are conscious and get them set up.”

Numerous smaller, lesser armored, people entered the room at the command. They helped those conscious out of the room first who didn’t resist much out of immense fear. But Ali asked the general a few questions like “what happened?” or “will that man be buried properly?”

Ali still knew nothing about the world he was in, but what mattered is the care for those he, as well as many others, had thought he had knocked out.

“Don’t worry, they will all be taken care of,” Zaroff assured. “But we first need to have a chat and figure out just what exactly happened in there,” Zaroff continued before leading Ali out of the room.

“Should we wait for them all to wake up before measuring their aptitude for magic?” whispered a man to Zaroff.

“No, just test them while they’re asleep and lower the requirement for a more accurate reading. It’ll be easier to dispose of the trash if they’re unconscious. And throw the dead one in too, he may be dead, but he may be useful nonetheless,” Zaroff whispered back as he continued to lead Ali to another room followed by the tall woman.

Where the hell am I? Terry thought to himself after slowly opening his eyes to see nothing but darkness surrounding him. Terry began his arms and legs. Slowly at first, to make sure he wasn’t inside a body bag and being watched, but then he waved his outstretched arms and legs all around him.

[You have entered dungeon: Parasitic Spider Nest]

“Now I guess I know what it's like to wake up in someone else's home after a party. Hahaha! Just kidding. Man, it was so easy getting those guys to think I was dead. But then again, I guess those skills helped out a lot too. If only I knew how to use them, man, I would become the criminal lord within seconds here when it took me decades in the real world. Especially that ‘play dead’ skill, that is hella nice. And that ‘Demon King Aura’ it’s like sleeping gas. Perfect for rape, if not for the fact that it put me to sleep as well. But still, I wonder what else it can do. Along the other skills. I’m like a cyborg now and can’t wait to test out my skills. And those ‘vampire’ skills, I’ll revel in the carnage it’ll bring! None will survive my wrath,” Terry said aloud with a response of complete silence. Although I’m glad that I had time to get on top of the pile of failures, or else I would’ve broken my spine. Terry looked above him, and although he only saw darkness he remembered.

“Alright, push them down here.”

“Damn, won’t they die though from the fall?”

“You idiot, is this your first time disposing of heroes? They won’t die, just a couple bones will break and lots of blood will spill for the ones who hit the ground first but the later ones get a weaker fall. They will naturally die within an hour or so from the impact, but the bodies don’t need any special condition for the monsters to take over as long as they're alive. Then, once the parasites grow enough and there’s plenty of parasites, strong heroes enter, kill the controlled heroes, and get stronger. I don’t know why, but the spiders in here are perfect for leveling up. Especially when using heroes or strong beasts. It’s the perfect way to farm levels. And it’s pretty easy.”

Terry was lucky enough to have regained consciousness quite early and had moved to the back of the wagon used to carry the unconscious people to the cave or whatever the place Terry was inside of was called, while the others were distracted for a moment. The ones closest to the wagon opening were naturally the first to fall, or become the victims of the lust of those who loaded the bodies. There were little or no imperfections in the bodies of those in the wagon with Terry, making those inside into perfect tools for the desires of men, and possibly women. Terry wasn’t present for the ‘aptitude’ test since he was presumed dead and was seemingly worthless to start, but could imagine merely having a good body didn’t translate to the usefulness of a person which ended up with people being used and disposed of. Strangely, there was only an entrance in the ceiling which was really high up. Probably used to keep those inside stuck inside and the same for those who fell inside as well. Under normal circumstances at least. When the other people from earth would eventually come to slaughter, they people of the current world would probably have a method to lower and raise the people from the hole. But that would be a long time from now, Terry thought. If anything, I’ll be walking into a lion’s den ***** by waiting for that, and I’ll have to survive these ‘spiders’ or ‘parasites’ of some kind. Worse part is, I can’t see sh*t. Damn, I should have at least half an hour from what I heard those people say before loading me. I wish I could check those ‘skills’ again, maybe there was something I could’ve used. Hmm… Terry was lost in thought for a few minutes before he heard a sound.

Bam!

Crunch!

Click!

Clang!

“That crazy b*tch, I wanted her to be conscious and feel everything by lowering her anesthetic, but I must’ve done too much cuz she took my damn sword with her in that pit of death. I can’t even see the bottom. Well, even though it was really strong and expensive, I can’t do sh*t now. I’ll just have to move on.”

The sex slaves had begun to fall from the entrance. Terry knocked them away with ease to protect himself which caused their very bones to shatter from the impact and then moved to where they had fallen to feel the bodies. He could assume that they were shapely but, yup, the clothes were completely gone.

Wait, the sounds were of flesh at first when hitting the ground. But the third, it sounded like, metal?

Terry began to look around the small pile of bodies that had been knocked by him to the side.

“Hmm,” Terry said to himself as he felt around blindly until something pricked his finger.

“Ow! sh*t!” Terry said, lifting up a large blade and feeling around for a handle.

[activating Blood regeneration]

Terry smiled at the message and continued moving his hand down the blade until it reached around an end of the blade and Terry felt the leathery handle in his grip. Damn, this blade is seriously sharp! I’m really lucky! This thing could probably cut through solid rock, Terry thought. The only problem is that it’ll take a while to get used to.

[activating weaponized mind]

“Of f*cking course,” Terry said with a laugh. The large sword began to feel like a favorite toy to Terry. Terry felt so familiar with the sword and began swinging it around. He was able to swing for quite a while and execute stunning skill for his first time holding a sword. He wasn’t an absolute master, but for a beginner, his technique was flawless.

Terry looked over to the women who had died because of him knocking them away which had brought the sword.

“I genuinely am grateful for your help with furthering my ambition, please accept my apology,” Terry said with a small bow as he began to walk back to the bigger pile of failures.

Hmm, Terry thought, turning around. They would be the perfect bait for the spiders or whatever that comes since there was no clothing blocking their body heat from radiating out and some are probably burning from the heat consumes the body during and shortly after sex.

Terry gripped the 4 bodies and began dragging them in the cave, blood spilled out of the corpses and dripped onto Terry but he didn’t mind much and continued to drag them. One body in each hand and another in each elbow. Terry dragged the bodies around 50 steps in diagonal directions around the cave in order to throw off a few spiders if any, from the main group. Then Terry continued back to his throne of bodies and blood with his large, sharp, sword.

“Huh, what? Wait, am I late for work? sh*t what a bad dream!” yelled a voice from just underneath Terry.

“The hell?” Terry thought.

Everyone was given a powerful anesthetic to keep them asleep for a long time and make them ignore the pain of having their bones crushed or full liters of blood spilling from them. How could this n*gga be conscious right now? Terry thought to himself shocked. Wait, then again, while these people may be failures, they might still have gotten some special abilities.

“Damn! I feel like I’m gonna be crushed!” exclaimed the voice. The voice belonged to a girl according to the body Terry felt underneath him. Terry felt himself touched over and then pushed to the side with much effort.

Actually, I should remain patient and wait for her to go to the spiders herself. Then, while they’re focused on moving prey, I can slip away.

“Huh? What the hell? What is underneath me?” said the girl. The girl felt underneath her body to figure out due to the lack of light.

“B-bodies? What’s going on?!” she exclaimed, which was only answered by the dripping of water from stalactites in the distance.

Terry could clearly tell she was frightened but decided to stay silent. If she knew she wasn’t alone, she might get Terry killed. Terry needed to use her as a guinea pig and figure out what he was up against.

The girl frantically jumped off the pile of bodies which Terry estimated to be around 17, give or take 3 more. Attempting to find her way around, she began walking around in one direction to figure how big the cave was.

Smart girl, Terry thought. She realized that there's nothing to find in a pile of bodies and instead looks to find a way out of here. But in this case, a retard would at least stay alive, the further she gets thinking there's an exit, the closer she gets to a bunch of parasitic spiders who wanna take over her body. But all the better, Terry thought as a massive grin spread across his face. Terry shook with excitement. I wonder what screams she’ll make. Oh and her face, full of pain and fear. I wonder what these spiders can do. Where will they enter and how will it feel? Ooh! I can’t contain my excitement, if only I could see in this damn dark.

[vampire sight activated]

“Hah,” Terry sighed quietly as his vision switched from complete black to black and white. This feels like a f*cking 1950’s movie, although, I always did prefer black and white to color.

“Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh,” Terry quietly laughed. “It’s nice to finally let loose all my desires. Especially after realizing that all my restraint was for nothing. Shut up Terry-no you shut up!”

Smack!

Terry’s hand struck across his smooth porcelain skin making it pink from the impact.

“Huh?” wondered the girl aloud, turning around for a moment before continuing straight ahead to her inevitable death.

Sh*t, I all of this sitting around is making me fidgety, I need to kill something fast or at least eat something good. Or sex, I haven’t had that in a while, I wonder why I resisted so long. There's so much I can do here unlike the last world. And even better, this is just a trial so it’s as if I’m playing a damn video game where I can do whatever I want, although even if not, nothing would change. Hehehehehehehehehehehe

Heheheheheheheheeheheheheheheeheheheheheehheehehehehehehehehehehehehehhehhehehehhehehehehehehehehehehhehheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheehehehehehehehehe! Terry laughed quietly as his massive grin grew wider until his lip eventually ripped.

“Haah,” Terry sighed. I just need to be a bit more patient. It won’t be long now.

Around 10 minutes had passed since Terry had fallen from the opening and the girl had stepped at least 200 steps or so and continued to walk.

Step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step.

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.

The water dripped from the ceiling of the cave.

“Huh, what the hell is this?!” cried the girl. Her voice wasn’t a scream but more of a startled shout but the cave made the voice echo loudly throughout and her voice became as loud as a scream by the time it reached Terry.

She must be close to the spiders, Terry thought. Hmm, I’m kinda hungry, I wish I had some real food on me. I haven’t eaten in so long. I didn’t even eat a proper last meal and got filled with bullets instead. Well, at least I got plenty of minerals from the lead.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!!!!!!

I want some damn food! Although I’m not hungry, I feel as though I’m resisting a perfectly good meal waiting to be eaten. Terry took a quick look around the room.

But there's nothing here other than a bunch of corpses.

Wait, there’s no way, Terry began to think. I remember that weird window that said I was a vampire. F*ck! Am I a cannibal now? Terry’s body began to shake with rage. I will do whatever it takes to get stronger and get back and slaughter those who betrayed me. Everyone will die.

Voices began to speak inside Terry’s head like before.

You fool! Don’t sink so low, you have honor and although you may have killed, you weren’t so depraved as to rape or mutilate the corpses and this is similar to that. Don’t sink so low as to lose yourself.

The hell, no, you must get stronger, besides, if your body tells you to do so, then do it. Would you starve yourself when you were hungry, no, because it would weaken you and if you half assed a single thing in your line of work you would die. F*ck honor, it’s what got you into this mess.

[activating King of darkness]

Huh, Terry thought for a split-second.

Kill everything! Slaughter all of your enemies! You were betrayed once, never let it happen again! Feed! Feed! Feed! Feed! Feed!!!!!!!!!

“Hrragh!” Terry began to groan. His eyes glowed red and began to light the cave dimly. Terry looked down to the pile of bodies underneath him and smiled wide, opening his mouth. His teeth began to change from the smooth, rounded shape of teeth to the long, sharp shape of daggers.

“Yummy! Yummy! Yummy! Food! Food! Food! Drink! Drink! Drink! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Terry dug into the massive pile of bodies and sunk his sharp teeth into the smooth, soft neck of a young, light skinned, woman. He sucked the runny, sweet, rich blood from her neck and continued to drink, 1 liter, 2 liters, 3 liters, 4 liters. Terry sucked until the last drop was gone. Within a mere minute, the woman went from simple bruise marks from the fall, to completely white from the immense lack of blood.

“More!” Terry howled.

Terry began tearing through the pile of bodies, biting whatever he got his hands onto. Hand, thighs, arms, necks, heads, arms, waists, the pile of bodies soon became a fountain of blood and limbs torn apart.

Terry continued to drink his fill for 5 more minutes, stopping frequently to laugh aloud for a few seconds before continuing to enjoy his free, delicious meal.

Terry continued to revel in his feast and with the intense anesthetic keeping the food asleep, Terry could eat without a care in the world. That was until he heard a scream from far behind him.

“Aarghh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” shrieked the girl who walked deeper into the cave.

“Rrrrggg!” Terry growled in response. He raised his head from the young man whose arm was being sucked dry and opened his mouth wide. The numerous daggers embedded into his teeth began to shrink and shrink until they were the size of normal teeth.

“Haah, that crazy b*tch! Interrupting my meal! Well, I’m honestly shocked she didn’t come running back after she heard my growling. Well, even if she did, I probably would’ve killed her out of embarrassment. She probably got stuck in a web or something and finally got eaten. Damn, I wish I could’ve seen it. Hehehehehehe!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Terry began to look toward the direction of the shriek.

I left most of them alive so now I can get strong enough to break out of here. But first, I gotta wait for those damn spiders to show up here and take over the bodies. I should prepare before they come which won’t be long. If I want to get the maximum advantage from this hidden area and get a jump start to blitzkrieg through everything else, I’ll also have to kill the queen or whatever is producing these things which will boost my power and also f*ck over the group who knocked me in here, Terry thought to himself.

“Firstly,” Terry started. He gripped his sword firmly in his right hand and cleanly sliced off his left.

“Om.” Terry caught the sliced hand in his mouth and watched as his blood spilled onto the pile of bodies. Terry’s blood began to mix with the blood of the other bodies as Terry began to hear noise from the direction the girl went in.

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The sound of scurrying echoed into the massive room where Terry stood and caused Terry to raise his mutilated arm to the lifeless hand in his mouth as his hand began to move and the wound sealed as if nothing had happened.

[activated Blood Regeneration]

Terry then proceeded to begin laughing again.

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!!! I haven’t had a fight like this in a while. This’ll be so fun!” Terry laughed as he ran to the opposite side of where the sound produced, behind the pile of barely alive bodies, to where a small crevice opened only the size of 2 people but considering Terry’s massive muscles, it barely fit him comfortably.

Now just one thing is left.

[activating Mask Existence]

[activating Blood Empowerment]

[activating Appraisal]

“Kreeech!”

“Chreeek!”

“Cheee!”

“Reeek!”

“I-I-I’m hun-h-hi-hungr-hungry!!!!!!!!!!!”

WTF, Terry thought. He watched as numerous spider-like creatures entered the room he stood inside of via a large tunnel connecting his room to the rest of the cave.

Those f*cking escorts! Terry shook his fist in rage. Are they f*cking stupid?! Those aren’t parasites! Oh hell no! This is way more than I signed up for. A parasite is supposed to be tiny and easy to kill, not each as big as a f*cking truck! I’m so dead!

The spiders were massive, each one twice as large as Terry and equipped with 2 massive fangs each just smaller than Terry’s stolen greatsword. Alone, the spiders posed no threat, but there was a full group of at least 30 spiders of the same size. Although, one spider looked quite weird, in fact, unlike the other spider which made a screech noise of some kind, it actually spoke english, or whatever the language was called in the world Terry was in. There were around 5 spiders of the sort, each looking similar to a human in some way. 2 walked on four hind legs instead of all 8. 1 was able to speak english but did so poorly and only expressed hunger. And the final 2 exhibited some form of intelligence by walking cautiously and keeping all of their 8 eyes trained on a different surface. But of course, that was only 5, the rest of the spiders madly rushed at the remains of Terry’s feast which were still alive but in horrible condition, they wouldn’t stand a chance whatsoever.

Terry looked at the spiders closely as they began to swallow the barely alive, failures whole or at rarely in the ripped pieces Terry left some in.

[Parasitic Giant Tarantula\= Dangerous; Exp value\=.7]

Alright, that's for the rabble, now for the treasures.

[Heroic Giant Tarantula\= Dangerous; Exp Value\=7]

Damn, no wonder that damn group feeds the failures to these spiders. These spiders have some seriously high Experience values. A level that would take full months to reach could be reached here in this cave within days. But still, I can’t do sh*t against such a massive spider, and so many, they’ll rip me in half before I can probably kill a single one. It’s a good thing that I’m the one in control right now. If it was dark, Terry would have no chance. But now, time for me to show my power as a high vampire.

Terry watched the spiders swallowing bodies whole, bones, hair, blood, and all.

Terry waited a short while, constantly scanning the spiders, waiting for them to become ‘Heroic’ and end up with 10 times the experience. Terry waited, his mouth filling with saliva, waiting for the thrill of a real battle with his life on the line. This wasn’t an assassination but rather, this was a genuine fight. With no guns of any kind, Terry could enjoy a true fight that had been impossible with his life on Earth.

Now then, time to begin.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!!!!!!

All of the bodies had been eaten whole including the four bodies which Terry dragged across the room which were far from the main group. The majority of the group stood by the main group, digesting their large meal and stabilizing their new forms.

[activating Raise Ghouls]

[activating Blood Compulsion]

“Screeech!”

“Screeech!”

“Screeech!”

“Screech!”

The sound of tears and pops filled the cave as the bodies of the spiders began to expand in weird ways at different parts of each body. Many of the spiders walked around helplessly and soon Terry began to move. He used the chaos that had been created in order to safely attack the massive spiders. He began by using his launching out of the crack,

[activating Spur]

[activating Acrobatics]

And zipped to the nearest ‘heroic tarantula.’

[activating Overwhelming Strength]

Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!

Within seconds, each and every one of the spiders’ legs were sliced cleanly from its body. Terry began to lick one of the cuts with his long, wide tongue.

“Ooh! What a nice flavor. The acidic blood of a tarantula killing the cells in my tongue while I regenerate. This is what I love! The pain feels so nice! Hehehehehahahahahah!!!!! Calm down! Shut up! We have plenty more to kill! Heyahahahehehehkekhea!” Terry laughed maniacally as he raised his sword and forced it down through the thick, hairy skin, and into the head of the tarantula.

“Cheeek!” it screeched before going silent.

Many of the other tarantulas paid no attention to the heroic Tarantula due to how numerous others were in worse conditions with how some began attacking each other and how others were being eaten and ripped apart from the inside.

[level increase of 7 to 8]

Finally a level up. I wonder what I’ll reach by the end of today, Terry thought.

“Screech!”

“Kreek!”

“Reeck!”

Terry continued to slaughter as many tarantulas as were in the room and had evolved. Although not all the spiders had evolved, Terry wished to be as efficient as possible and killed many untransformed spiders as well, after all, they were just perfectly good fruits of experience waiting to be picked. Plus, they were left to reproduce for so long and needed to be purged. Many spiders managed to spit either highly acidic or strong paralysis venom which was able to hit Terry a few times due to the sheer number of his foes. 1 spider was even able to go as far as to directly bite Terry and he was injured badly but at that point his level had increased so much that the wound wasn’t close to mortal. And even with all the other attacks he endured, Terry continued to slaughter the remaining tarantulas all with the same maniacal smile and laughter.

[activating Spur]

Terry zipped to his next spider.

“Hahahahaha,” Terry roared as he cut through the thick skins with ease. Terry always began with cutting the back legs of the spiders to slow the reactions and then proceeded to cut a massive slit in the back. Not to kill but to engrave pain into his victims.

“Kreech!” screamed the spiders as they were consumed by pain. By now, Terry had killed around 42 spiders which had become only around a fourth of the tarantulas in his room of the cave due to the numerous reinforcements that continued to come. Although, the tarantulas couldn’t hope to best the might of a vampire lord. The spiders became quite easy to kill by that point and Terry began to swing his stolen sword through the spiders like a scissor through hair. The remaining spiders in the room had become either under Terry’s control or been ripped apart by his hero-ghouls or the other spiders which had been controlled by his blood.

Few spiders still entered the room but the amounts were nowhere near the original reinforcements. Something was clear, there was a leader controlling the tarantulas. A very dangerous leader. Terry killed the remaining, uncontrolled spiders with ease and continued to think for a moment. By now Terry had reached level 279 and while he couldn’t see an enemy level, when his skill ‘Appraisal’ looked at the once ‘Dangerous’ spiders, it now saw ‘insignificant,’ under normal circumstances one would have to kill around a few hundred of an enemy for it to become insignificant but since Terry had been using a sort of ‘cheat method’ to level up, the spiders were of no threat whatsoever. But Terry wished to become as strong as he could where he was before advancing deeper. Terry swung his sword to kill his 50th spider.

[150 kinds of monster ‘Parasitic Giant Tarantula’ have been slain due to your efforts\=perma-skill, Spider exterminator]

“Well then,” Terry started, “this’ll help loads for me to kill what’s left in this cave and escape in the end. Man, I wish that these guys would produce some kind of web so I can climb up to the roof of this place. Then again, why weren’t there there any webs or spiders here when I fell?” Terry began to think. Hmm, why would those spiders only come here after full minutes and have nothing here whatsoever. Wait, considering how there's actually people who check this place and even have a job related to this place… that actually makes sense now! Terry realized. Occasionally someone probably drops a torch or something similar down here often to clear out the spiders and webs that can accumulate.

Ominous, Terry thought. Normal spiders wouldn’t have any intelligence whatsoever yet these actually respond to situations and learn through experience. This is a dangerous enemy I’m going to fight. I could try to leave here now that I’ve basically destroyed the reserves of the natives of this place. But still, I’m the Criminal Lord and they dared to throw me down here. Sure, I wanted to get down here and slaughter and become stronger, but now I’m gonna destroy any hope that this place had of helping whoever those people were.

“But just like before, I have to prepare optimal conditions for the upcoming fights,” Terry said.

Terry began to turn to all of the dead spiders. Terry opened his mouth wide again and his teeth changed from the rounded edges and straight rows to long, sharp daggers lined into his gums. Terry began to sink the teeth into the thick, hairy, skins of the spiders now that he was undisturbed. Terry’s eyes lit up red as he drank the thick, acidic blood of the tarantula’s. His high level made him very resistant to the acid and he healed much quicker, but he still felt the immense pain in his tongue, teeth, and gums which made him all the happier.

[activating Raise Ghouls]

Terry raised his head from his meal and looked to his ghouls which were both failures and tarantulas he had drank from or controlled with blood and began to let out a low growl. Immediately, all of the ghouls turned to the remaining spider carcasses and ran to devour all that remained in the room. Although the ghouls didn’t level up no matter how much or what they killed and ate, they became much stronger regardless and overall became 1.5 times stronger than they were when alive.

Through feeding on the blood of the spiders, Terry had built up a strong resistance to their venom and even gained the ability to produce a stronger toxin in his numerous fangs. His fangs could produce both acid and a powerful anesthetic which made for a deadly combo.

Terry began to stand and opened his mouth long. The rows of daggers in Terry’s mouth began to shrink and come together to form the natural rows of teeth for a human. Terry smiled widely with his reformed teeth and led his army of spiders and ghouls into the 1 and only tunnel that led into the rest of the cave.

“Now then, time for the real battle, hehehehehehehehehehehehehe!!! I can’t wait!” Terry said, shaking with excitement.