Forum Thread

---

---

Toshiko Aden

---

"Oh!" Stars practically lit up Chizu's eyes. "We would be most grateful! Please sir!"

"Yeah, can you line it with extra rat poison?" Toshiko watched with glee as the light from Chizu's eyes faded and she seemed to come to that perfect silly conclusion. Excellent.

"Oh... I suppose it's fine. I uh- wouldn't want to bother you."

"I'm just kidding! I trust you not to poison us. You could've killed us so many times here!" Toshiko laughed. "This place is the perfect spot for an ambush. Giving poison to your victims is a noob move." She stuck out her tongue. "If you tried, I'd seriously beat you into the ground!" She punched her fist into her other hand. "Serious beatdown! Mortal Kombat!"

"That makes sense." Chizu coughed a bit. "Yeah uh... we appreciate your kindness. Thank you."

---

"Yeah, it's no problem."

Aleksandr messed with the supplies, before shoving a bunch of the canned food into a bag.

He was going to hand Toshi the bag, but then realized his mistake.

He gave it to Chizu.

"Miyasaki's a huge fan of food, especially fried stuff. Just give him some of the food I put in there, and he'll warm up to you, I reckon."

Aleks smiled.

---

---

---

Chizu Hiroto

---

Chizu accepted it gratefully, her ears feeling a little hot despite herself. "Thank you- for the food and the advice."

She turned to Toshiko who was still smiling, but who's eyes had taken on a distant quality. She must've been deep in thought. She was never quiet- ever. It was almost an odd sensation, being near her and not having her ears chattered off.

"You ready to go?" She asked almost softly.

Toshiko's eyes snapped to her and the cruel glint Chizu was familiar with reappeared in her eyes. "Born ready, baby." She grinned.

"Would you mind escorting us out?" She asked, glancing back at Aleksandr. "The tunnels might be hard to navigate alone. I understand completely if you don't want to, considering all you've given us, but..."

---

"It's really no problem, little miss. I got it."

Aleks laughed.

He looked over his shoulder.

"Siobahn, you can-"

The silver haired woman nodded.

"Go, Aleks."

Aleks nodded.

"Come along, then."

The tunnels were winding, as Aleks led them higher and higher, until they were above ground.

The sound of metal hitting stone rang out, as a tall, hooded figure was walking in the far distance.

Aleks smiled.

"Look after yourselves, girls. Remember, don't trust anyone. Not everyone is as nice as me."

---

---

---

Toshiko Aden

---

"We know that." Frustration washed over Chizu's features, crinkling them in barely concealed anger. "We're not kids, you know?"

Toshiko watched her. Interesting. We're not kids.

That very statement was proof as to the contrary. Little Chizu needed that advice more than anyone. For anyone who couldn't use their youthful face to their advantage was a complete and utter fool at the end of the world.

"Nope~ not kids," Toshiko hummed. "Since she's a baby, after all!"

She grinned at Chizu, who was rapidly growing madder and madder. She might even start yelling at this point.

---

"...haha, sorry. It's just that you two remind me a bit of my brother and his best friend."

Aleksandr turned.

"Miyasaki's up ahead. You see him? Hood and baseball bat?"

The hooded man was getting closer, as was the sound of metal against stone.

Aleks watched the man approach.

"...I'll see you kids around, kay?"

He waved, disappearing back into the subway.

A few moments passed.

The dragging sound of the baseball bat against stone got louder, until he hooded man was behind them.

"...Toshiko Aden and Chizu Hiroto. You're right on time."

He was tall, but, surprisingly, he looked like he was barely past 18. His hair was a light shade of golden-brown, his mouth set in a thin line.

His skin was light.

He stared them down, quietly, with his dead, soulless eyes.

One was blue, the other red.

The arm the held the baseball abt was tightly bandaged.

He pointed at Toshiko.

"...Toshiko Aden...I know who you're looking for. The girl known as Kaya, right?"

The teen pulled on his gloves, adjusting them.

"...She's alive."

He turned to Chizu.

"Chizu Hiroto... I also know who you're looking for. But I don't like the guy you're looking for, much. Manipulative bastard..."

He muttered that last bit.

---

Elias stabbed his pen into the nearest Mole-creature thing, then threw his knife into the head of the one behind him.

The tracks of the subway were damp crawling with these mole-men monsters.

"Mr. Yohan? Alaire? A little help would be appreciated-!"

He whirled around punching the next Mole-Creature, breaking its teeth.

He was currently surrounded by about 30 Mole Men, which were basically bipedal moles that were about four feet tall.

His blonde hair was matted with sticky blood.

Quote from Status Window

[Stats: Strength-20, Dexterity-12, Constitution-16, Intelligence-???, Wisdom-14, Mentality-14)]
Stats can be increased by consuming [coins].

[Skills: Basic Swordsmanship Lv. 6, Basic Dagger Arts Lv. 8, Split Personality(Passive) Lv. 10, Detect Weakness Lv. 3, Cooking Lv. 2, Hunting Lv. 5, Butchering Lv. 6, Pain Resistance Lv. 3, Regeneration Lv. 4]

[Authorities]
[Cry of Madness Lv. 2, Blood Rage Lv. 1, Sky-Shattering Swordsmanship Lv. 5, Shadowknife Arts Lv. 3]

[Innate Ability: !#@!@$#@?]
Unable to display. Please check later.

[Character Trait:]
[The Last Knight of the Other Realm(Unique)]
[7 Seals are Left]
[All Weapons have their stat bonuses multiplied by 1.5x.]
[Some Skills will be passed over.]
[Soem items will be passed over.]
[[Mentality] Stat is created]

[Coins -> 720]

[Gamemaster Store]
[Open]

[Weapons -> ]
[Strange Pen (Lv. 12)]
[+16 Strength, +11 Constitution, +8 Dexterity, +5 Mentality]
[A virtually indestructible pen. How odd.]

A few feet from him, Perceval was laughing like a madman, breaking the skulls of every mole that dared to come close to him.

"Hoo~! It feels nice to have a bat in my hands again~!"

---

Alaire was golfing with her staff, smashing brains to smithereens. She forced a smile on her face, tricking her brain into thinking that this was fine. Wading deeper into the horde, she used the staff to vault over a group of six, landing and smacking them in the back of the head. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at another, momentarily distracting it with her charisma, before hitting another home run with her staff. She heard the call for help, and starting making her way over to the massacre by Elias and Perceval.

---

A flick of his wrist sent the knife he had just pulled out of the last Mole-man's head straight into another one. He gripped his pen tighter.

He sighed quietly, stabbing the Mole-man sneaking up behind him.

He really was ruthlessly efficient. He was standing in one place, completely unharmed, eliminating every monster that dared come near him.

Percceval's side of the battlefield was far messier, battered, mutilated corpses of Mole-men piling up.

The silver-haired man laughed maniacally.

"Whoo~! This is fun~!"

---

Yohan said nothing, as he moved somewhat stiffly compared to the others as he swished his dagger at the moleman, always hitting the vital points. Thankfully, during one point of time after highschool, while he was in the care of a policeman, he was taught self defense. Never did Yohan imagine that one day he'd actually use that skill here out of all places. Wacking mole-heads.

Hearing Elias's cry for help, along with Alaire they moved over. At this point, his shirt was drenched with both sweat and blood of another. Cruelly disgusting and sticky. At this point, the mole-heads that the group was surrounded by, was wacked away and stabbed one by one.

Almost like..."This feels like we're playing wack-a-mole, but with human-sized moles." Yohan murmured in childish realization. Of course, was that on topic? No.

---

[Elias Winter has successfully killed (60) Mole-Men!]

[All Stats went up by 1!]

Elias huffed, exhausted, yet still somehow managing to kill the mole-men in a single hit each.

His hands were shaking slightly.

Perceval grinned.

"Ain't this fun? Easy way to bring up your stats, huh?"

---

It takes 60 Mole heads to raise all stats by 1?!

Yohan has long stopped counting the number of mole heads he has wacked and stabbed. But if there is one thing he knows, is that if it ain't his legs, then his arms are as equally sore. But the momentum of his swings did not stop. Yohan kept going.

He knows that among the 4 of them, he is undoubtfully the weakest.

Was this how those weak shonen protagonist felt when they were weak? The urge to get stronger? Of course, Yohan wouldn't compare himself to a protagonist at all, as he didn't fit the description. If anything, Elias fit the description among them the best.

But still the feeling of being left behind did not feel good.

With that in mind, Yohan increased his speed and force, killing some of the mole head by 1 hit.

---

Perceval stood away from the rapidly thinning group of Mole-men around Elias.

"COme on, you lot~! This much isn't enough to take on Fallen Star Miyasaki, you know...? Oh, but I guess you don't know who that is..."

Perceval laughed maniacally.

---

"Hm~!"

Dressed oddly, in a striped purple coat you might see on a circus p3rformer, a man with short, spiky puprple hair walked along, swinging his cane leisurely.

His smile was enigmatic, his occaisonal bouts of laughter mad and manic.

---

Alaire was annoyed. All of this was just to level up? She thought they were doing some quest objective. Grinding had always been her least favorite part of video games. She continued bashing through the horde of molemen, finding herself fighting back to back with Yohan of all people. The long reach of her staff complimented his short and efficient dagger swipes, and they were soon surrounded by carcasses.

---

Soon enough, the Moles thinned out.

[Alaire Atlas has successfully killed (20) Mole-Men!]

[Alaire Atlas has successfully killed (30) Mole-Men!]

[Alaire Atlas has successfully killed (40) Mole-Men!]

[All stats have increased by 3.]

[Yohan Park has successfully killed (20) Mole-Men!]

[Yohan Park has successfully killed (30) Mole-Men!]

[All stats have increased by 2.]

[Elias Winter has successfully killed (70) Mole Men!]

[All stats have increased by (6)+1

---

Finding himself fighting back to back with Alaire, Yohan held himself back from saying some stuff out of annoyance and spite. That for one, was not his task currently, and since when did he become so childish? Unleashing his annoyance upon the mole heads, and killing them like he was playing wack-a-mole. Yohan found himself matching the tempo of Alaire perfectly well. From the efficient stabs of her staff, from his swift swipes of his dagger. Yohan finds that he reached his first 60th mark quicker than he thought.

---

Alaire reached sixty just after Yohan. Her blunter weapon may have increased her range, but she didn't have the brutal efficiency of a pair of knives. She continued to stay inside her head, avoiding making any connection between the molemen and other living creatures. She was eradicating a pest, she was destroying monsters, she was taking care of a means to an end. She was totally not... killing things.

---

Was it just him, or did the amount of mole heads didn't seem to decrease at all? If anything, the moment he kills one, another comes in to replace it, like a factory conveyor belt. Neverending, never stopping. At this point, the swish, swash, stab, dap of the headless mole head didn't seem like a strange sight anymore. It just.. kept going, like an infinity round of wack-a-mole you'll find in arcades. It just never seems to stop. The blood and sweat that stuck to his clothes doesn't seem to bother him anymore. At one point, Yohan felt like something was wrong. It was going too smoothly. That was good and all, but when was it going to stop? Cause no matter how powerful they were, they were still human. They will eventually run out of stamina.

"Just.. Just how much longer are these mole head going to keep popping up..?"

---

Perceval checked his watch.

"Another... hour."

He laughed.

"Isn't this great?"

Elias was getting faster, it seemed, killing and killing, over and ove4.

---

Alaire screwed up her face into a pout as she continued to swing at them. This was like a monster spawner in that Craftmine game everyone had been obsessed with when she was young; they would never stop coming until some sort of alternate condition was fulfilled. As the pseudo-omnipotent-maybe-evil-potential-prophet-suspect-stranger-Perceval had said, they had another hour doing this. It was a decent endurance test to get her conditioned for the apocalypse. As long Alaire framed it as a test, she would continue until she collapsed. She had learned all the tricks on how to put mind over matter ages ago. It helped that she had enough charisma to trick and charm her own brain.

---

"I think this is a win! Killing these persistent bastards is one of the mission requirements, after all. If you over achieve, you're bound to get better rewards, right?"

Perceval laughed cheerfully.

---