New Reality|| MCYT x ORV

5. Fight for the Throne

TW: Violence

The Neutral King, the Fake King, the Tyrant King, the King of Despair.

They were all my opponents, all fighting for the same purposes. Survival, power.

We had already come this far.

The scenario before was simple, it was just capture the flag with a little bit more blood spilled. Capture the team you're supposed to target along with as many others as you can in order to grow stronger, my flag was a pitch black symbolizing that my team had taken a fairly large amount of flags.

That wasn't unusual though, your flag had to be at least purple in order to get this far.

Most teams had about thirty or so people. The teams were simply whoever was at the same station as you, whether it be a Walmart or a welcome center. It was kinda funny in a way, a couple days ago we were killing each other in order to survive the scenarios, and now we were huddling together for the same purpose.

The reason why I was the leader wasn't because anyone trusted me, no. It was simply because I was the fastest to claim the role of leader and was able to step on anyone who opposed me thanks to my sponsor.

「Kekeke, now that you all are qualified, let us begin the next part!」

One of the things I learned about the dokkaebi was that they didn't care about anything but themselves, and were constantly trying to grow their own channel.

Human lives were lost because of these creature's cruel games.

They would do anything for a good story.

Of course, that wasn't a bad thing either. I was constantly supported because of my ruthless behavior so the dokkaebi and I had a somewhat mutual agreement.

Since I kept the constellation's attention, the dokkaebi would often put me in bad situations, and when I somehow turned them around I would get a lot of coins which I could use to get out of said situations by boosting my stats. The dokkaebi got the constellation's favor and I grew stronger and stronger.

Also, the dokkaebi tended to favor me over the other incarnations for the same

reason, and perhaps because of my powerful sponsor as well.

The Abyssal Black Flame Dragon.

I didn't really know anything about him except that he was a chuuni. AKA eighth grader syndrome. Constantly made me recite long chants that gave tremendous strength, sure. But they were all about how dark and mysterious I was supposed to act.

But it was all worth it. It would help shape me into the person I am, the Blood King.

It was a cool name. Also, it actually helped me as well since it was considered an attribute.

Every time I killed someone, using a weapon or bare hands, I would get a random stat boost for a short duration of time which was helpful when I was up against multiple enemies. It mostly depended on how I killed someone. The more blood spilled affected how long the duration of the skill was, I discovered that it typically ranged from thirty seconds to five minutes at most. It had a cool down so I would have to wait before I got a new boost.

With tremendous power, I was able to slaughter many people easily. I stopped feeling guilty long ago.

Because of the amount of blood shed whenever I fought, I had gotten my hands on a pig mask from a Party City so it was harder to smell the bad scent. It also helped to keep the blood from getting in my eyes.

Unsurprisingly, my sponsor loved my whole 'mysterious man behind the mask' thing I had going on. It definitely fueled his eight grader syndrome.

Of course he wasn't stupid, he bought some kind of skill or item that made it so my mask wouldn't get in my way so I could still see and breathe fine with it on. The only time I took it off was when the mask started to smell.