Pov: ???
" Kill! Kill! Kill! "
" Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! "
The audience was yelling and screaming at me... They want see blood.
Nothing new to me, but the disgusting and awful nature of the human being... Still Makes me distressed.
The same people who talks with you, fights with you, cry with you... Are the same who backstab you, and wants see you drown in your own blood.
Lovers, Friends, family... Each and every single one of them can and will betray you if given reasons enough to do so.
How... Disappointing.
Narrator: " Ladies and gentlemen! Agree youuu readyyyy? "
" YES! LETS GO! "
" Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! KILL! "
Narrator: " Alright! Sooo! In the left side, dispensing introductions, we have the infamous and deadly.... CRAWLEEEEER! "
" Crawler! Crawler! Crawler! "
" Kill this mother fucker! "
" Yes! Break his legs! "
Narrator: " And in the right side, we have the challenger! Willian Ironheart! "
" Loser! Loser! Loser! "
Look at then... Cheering for my loss, and wishing for my demise... How low the humanity have fallen.
Narrator: " Without further Ado... Let the Carnage... Beginnin! "
Looking at my opponent, I finally understood why they call him a ' Vastayan '.... Since I can see certain similarities between him and a... Lizard.
Even from here I could see the scales in his body shining under the scorching sun, and even a tail could be seen connected with his body.
If every Vastaya is like this... Then they are more like monsters than people. But who I am to judge this?
But nothing of this matters in the moment...
[ Sub-mission initiated. ]
[ Description: kill the enemy in front of you. ]
[ Reward: - 5 years of lifespan. ]
[ Penalty for failing: + 10 years of lifespan. ]
Interesting... Whatever this is, it's trying to make me live... Judging for his eagerness to give me more lifespan, I'm guessing whatever he wants to accomplish, needs me to stay alive.
Now, I have two options... One, refuse this " mission " and try die ignoring this panel.
Two, play his game, and try die " legitimately " with the rewards he gives me.
Considering everything, the option number two it's the way relatively safe, since it's have been proven that the panel can make me immortal. At least to some extent.
I can feel the ' Advanced Regeneration ' reconstructing my frail body little by little, making my body stronger and stronger...
And this is completely impossible with normal means... So there's must be somes great forces behind everything happening to me right now.
So, the best way it's to play safe. Discard my original plan, and do what the panel wants me to do...
After all, he's playing a dangerous game here... A small miss play, and I will be killed or die obeying his orders... And that's exactly what I want.
So everything I have to do, it's to wait... Let's see how much time you can keep me from dying...
POV Crawler.
Finally! my time have come!
This is the final test... All I have to do it's to kill that man, and I will have the chance to change my life!
The best deal of my whole fucking life!
The glory, the girls, the fame! Everything I have ever wished for it's at the tips of my fingers!
Don't blame me for this man... You just have messed up with the wrong person! No, in reality, I should thank you for mess with the wrong person!
Crawler: " Nothing personal man. "
Well, he's destinated to die here, so at least let's give him some comfort, hahaha!
Willian: " Ok. "
Calmer than I have expected... Whatever.
Just as I'm about to grab the knives in my pocket, I fell a chill running at my spine, and fell a pair of cold hands at my neck...
Before I can open my mouth, I fell a great pressure in my neck and jaw... And then... My vision slowly darkens...
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The Hitman.
FanfictionDeath. many fear it, and hope to never die... but me? no... in fact, when I was about to die, it was only time in my life that I was genuinely... happy. no more killing, no more suffering.... but fate isn't done with me yet... and, unfortunately, I...
