BornAndTorn 113 The True Winners

Even the audience is disappointed with the outcome, they have not made a single sound afterwards. Looking at the body of my opponent, I noticed his soft breathing. This came as no surprise given his ability to receive so many attacks from me.

Kicking his body to turn it around I saw him dozing off without any injuries at his body. The big smile on his face was the icing on the cake. As much as he seemed to have enjoyed our little sparring session, it would be a shame if I did not get something in return.

Some quick slaps to the face should be enough to wake him up, after all, he owes we some answers. Strange, even though I could vent my frustrations none of them was showing any signs of interfering with this matter. Why can't I provoke them after finding out how this stuff works? I need someone to verify my hypothesis.

The magic they used surely is an interesting one I would have killed myself if I had not stopped my eagerness in the later stages of the fight. They are somehow able to conserve the strength of the impact and return it with the next punch. That is why each of his punches felt so weak later on because there was no force behind them anymore.

I have no idea, why the injuries he had ama.s.sed on his body have healed already. While the principle behind their magic is to transfer the force and return it, that does not mean that they can nullify the initial impact.

His skin should theoretically be bruised from the first moment when my attack hit. While his organs should be safe, the same can not be said about the surface area. Right now, every punch of mine left a visible trace on his face, though it was not enough to wake him from his deep slumber.

The spectators on the sidelines still had not intervened as I was trying to slap him into the next dimension. It was only a matter of time until they did especially since my current behaviour is not very gentlemen-like.

Conducting myself that way is not something that I should do. Rather than doing something as pointless as this I should have started and questioned those players. But I prefer to vent my frustrations for the time being.

People like them would not run away, they keep their word. Even if they ran away, then they would leave behind one of their own and I still would have someone to pose my questions to. Of course, they would no do something as absurd as this, but human nature is fickle so its better to be safe than sorry.

I must admit slapping him in the face, did not get boring as I had previously expected, it was quite refreshing actually. The clear and crisp sound reverberating through the air was confirming that I was doing a good job.

I made sure to change the rhythm from time to time and tried to imitate many famous songs ranging from we will rock you to pirates fo the Carribean.

But all good things must come to an end, even though none of them had even stepped forward to stop me. Since he did not show any signs of waking up, I decided to focus on his friends for the time being.

Turning around I saw their expressions for the first time, but why in their G.o.ds name were the currently looking like they are drooling just by seeing me? I had expected shock or fear but why would these boars adore me?

For the time being, it would be wise to get Tom out of here, so I can ask my questions without his interference. My questions might sound strange in his eyes and I do not want him to start doubting me.

" Hey Tom, might you gather some more monster corpses for me the old ones are sadly gone."

Before Tom even had a chance to react, those players started to run outside of the city as if their life depended on it. I should seriously stop trusting my sense of judgement, their common sense is deviating from everything I would consider normal? Am I that much of an alien, that I can not fathom how those people react?

In their eyes. this is a G.o.d d.a.m.n simulation, so their word does not hold any meaning, either way, they just could have logged out and returned to their real-world, why would they run away? What the h.e.l.l is the thinking process that leads them to that action?

Are they running away from responsibility or trying to lure me into following them out the safety out this town? If they were acting logically they should try to draw my attention before taking away their comrade. They still could commit suicide to resp.a.w.n somewhere else to easily escape my grasp.

Following this line of thought, their escape meant if I follow them I will have to leave the body of their comrade alone should I not follow them they could easily get out of this town and spread rumours about the things they saw.

Splendidly done Moirai because of your feelings, you have created another superb opportunity for your enemies. Just because you saw your former self in someone in this world does not mean you have to endanger yourself.

But let's face it, while I am in this city I do not even face any real danger. I could stand here all day and not be hurt by any magic, so what do they want to death tickle me to death? So the only downside, that came with it was a minor inconvenience.

If those people want to play mind games I will give them a little help.

" Hey, take him with you." I lifted the body right in front of me and casually threw it to their left. But instead of a confused expression on their face, they just caught him and nodded before continuing to run off.

After Tom and I watched them running off in the distance it did not take long before Tom broke the silence and began to speak to me.

" What are you planning now? Why would you let them get away without answering your questions?" Tom had a smug grin as he spoke those words.

" I just sent them into the direction you "girlfriend" has left us before. After eating all of that meat and wasting all the effort into those minions, it would be rude not to leave them a parting gift. "

" All of these monsters for such a good view, in my eyes I could not have asked for a better trade." Tom had a very mischievous expression on his face as he spoke about the lifechanging event.

But seeing through their ploy was easy. Far aside from the obvious plot of the damsel in distress and the jealous admirer. Why did she focus on talking to Tom instead of focussing her eyes on her "saviour"? She did not even heed my advice to cover-up.

I had never been her target from the getgo, her true target is the gullible man who falls for their carnal desires. If I have the time I should open a brothel if it is that easy. Though I have got to pay respect where it is due, I did not antic.i.p.ate that there is someone who takes advantage out of their looks to get whatever she is after.

The truly fascinating aspect is not her actions but the minions she has hired. Their wounds have healed after ingesting all of that flesh into their stomachs. I think they even got a stronger just be eating them. Utilizing them I truly could have created peerless monsters, but it was not meant to be. They are the true winners here, they got to eat for free.

" So, what are you waiting for? Go and kill so more monsters for me. Of course, we are going to find someone with no ulterior motive for you"

Tom did not hesitate to run off after hearing my words. Finally, I had my peace and serenity back. Instead of going insane on my own I had something to do this time around. Although I might have missed out on the flesh that had been devoured by someone else, they have saved me a lot of work by letting the clean bones behind.

I finally can start making some weapons for my endeavour. The best part is that there are a lot of bones, so I will have a lot of fun. I should start with something simple. Those NPCs had carried some clubs with them, so I will just modify them slightly to make a better out of it.

SImply said a club is nothing more than a tool to hit someone with. There is nothing special about it. Quite literally anything can be used as a club. A thick branch, bones or anything else that is slightly longer than your head and does not break after one use.

Although those bones are a good foundation they are not enough to make a really good weapon. They are nothing more than a blunt weapon, which strongly depends on the user and how it is wielded.

So what if I can lift it, can they do the same? If they lack the strength, then I just have to make sure that they can deal more damage than the clubs of the enemy. That just means that I have to add nails on top of it.

I can decide between using my hair or sharpen bones until they are sharp enough. While my hairs seem better, it is pointless in this kind of scenario. It needs to create big wounds not many small ones. That is why I will use the bones and put them on top of the club.

Using the slime from my body I will make sure, that the sharpened bones will not fall out of the club. This should be enough theory to produce a club for my liking.

The first choice I have to do is to pick up the bone I want to use as a weapon. Since the bones of the monsters are all different I will have to pick the most suitable. The bones in the legs are often the strongest. Take the human, for example, the femur is the strongest bone in the whole skeleton. It has to support the entirety of the weight the human carries with it.

But there is no comparison the bones of a rabbit and an elephant. So I will have to seek for the one bone, that is not too heavy to wield but also not too short for anyone to use. If this h.o.r.n.y b.a.s.t.a.r.d had not burned away most of the materials I might have a greater variety.

But this is just a prototype to see if my idea is feasible. I can perfect it later either way. I took a random bone out of the pile of leftovers and swung it around a few times. I might have to add a handle later on, but it should work the way I have planned it.

The next problem I had to solve was to crush the bones with my current strength. I aimed and launched it onto the ground to see what kind of result it might have. But to no avail, the bones were more st.u.r.dy than I had initially expected. I thought to myself, that once the flesh around it is gone, I could easily split them.

My next idea was to put it diagonally against a wall, so I can break it with a strong kick. But after multiple attempts and much force, the bone remained intact but the wall from the house had given in.

At least I do not have to worry about them breaking any time soon. If they can withstand all of my force then how are NPCs supposed to break it? Should I designate this task to my ants and let them figure it out on their own?

But before I would give in I will have to try my hardest. These bones will not win the fight against me, not if I put my pride on the line. What followed can only be described as madness incarnate. This poor piece of bone had to withstand a vicious onslaught ranging from even more punches and kicks to being thrown to the ground over and over again.

It tried its hardest but even it had to bow down to the sheer insanity that was me. Or that is what I had wanted to proclaim loudly, but this bone was still in one piece and my surroundings were the only thing that had suffered.

The coin that absorbed blood did not show any interest and even using my teeth to gnaw on it did not yield any result. Even putting my body into overdrive was only strenuous in the end. Seems like no matter how much force I muster it is not enough.

I still had one last trick up my sleeve, but I have yet to test it and I might even lose my hand. My overdrive delivers the necessary nutrients all over my body in an equal amount to guarantee that everything is running smoothly, but what if I ama.s.s all of those nutrients in one point of my body?

First I will have to put the necessary energy into my shoulders and then transfer it to the arm while it is moving and finally let it end inside of the first on the point of impact.

After throwing out the punch I tried to recall the feeling I have when I am in overdrive and tried to sense it in the areas I wanted it to have before moving my first downwards onto the bone. A loud sound filled the surroundings. I could not suppress a pained cry escaping from my lips, having this sensation on certain body parts is worse if the rest remains unaffected. This partly-overdrive feels horrendous, but looking downwards I could not help but smile a little.

The bone was still as hard as before but I could see a small crack has appeared on its otherwise spotless surface. Although this improvement came at a heavy price as my right hand was currently broken and unusable for the time being.

I have to thank those players, without the prior fight I might have never come up with an idea like this. But it will have to take a lot of work before I can use this method in a normal fight without crippling my hand.

Looking into the distance I saw Tom still smiling happily about the show the female player had given him carrying multiple monster carca.s.ses. Until I have mastered this Tom will have to deliver a lot more corpses to me.

But for the time being, I will just enjoy the taste of some meat. The future will come sooner or later anyway.
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