War Grounds 18 Life Is A Bully

"I don't believe you. Do you know the consequences of faking your affiliation? Why would a famous guild interfere with a measly one like mine?" RockSalt probed.

"The weak may ask, but they won't get an answer. Now, vanis.h.!.+" Yamasteh declared as he disappeared.

"Petty tricks! It won't work a second time." RockSalt responded, quickly moving away from his place while keeping an eye on the skyline. However, no attack came his way.

Urghhh!

Suddenly, lifeless players around the city gate were one by one dropping to the ground. All of them wore either the guild emblem of Predators or Stone Troopers.

Hiss! "It's the marker! Everyone, activate your debuff skills if you have one!" RockSalt immediately warned. The members of the two guilds panicked as they started to huddle, standing back-to-back with each other.

Before Yamasteh, they were nothing but ants. Nisha just needed to flick his character's finger to claim their lives.

"The healers are all dead!" The surrounding damage dealers cried out, having no purification skills.

"Xexe. Life is a bully! You can die a victim, or you may take up arms and live as a warrior." Out of nowhere, Nisha appeared on the top of the wooden gates. He was like a celestial guardian as he crossed his arms, suddenly lecturing the crowd.

Everyone stopped, feeling a bit awkward. 'What the h.e.l.l? Is he really a fourteen-year-old boy?' Al was dumbfounded. 'That's some deep words. d.a.m.n!'

"What are you trying to imply by this, b.a.s.t.a.r.d?" RockSalt interrupted. Judging by the tone of the invader, he was starting to get a bad feeling. Something big is about to happen.

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"The Human Race has the highest player population among the ten races, but when it comes to skills and average levels, they rank at the lowest. This is all because of a.s.sholes like you, who find pleasure in plaguing the very place of your race's foundation! Instead of helping these players as the ruling guild, you allowed leeches to exist under your nose, and for that, I'm angry. Receive my wrath!"

At last, someone had spoken the words that expressed the players' sentiments in Alistor City.

Many were moved by Nisha's words, most of whom were rookies. However, aside from Al, no one really knew that the one talking in front of them was a fourteen-year-old prodigy.

"To be honest, I alone am enough to kill every one of you here." Nisha suddenly turned his profile setting to public.

[Yamasteh, Level 75, Gold I Divine Brawler. Member of the Guild, t.i.tans.]

'Yamasteh...' The name lingered on everyone's mind as they saw the display of Nisha's profile. Their blood was starting to boil. Just a little spark, and this crowd will be set on fire for a cause.

"We came into this game in hopes of creating something better for ourselves because we're tired of reality. However, in this new world, you'll still find yourselves facing the same s.h.i.+t! You're helpless in fulfilling your desires without licking the boots of those who are pretending to be lords. Therefore, I am challenging all of you here today to fight back against these bullies! Let's stop this culture of cowardice and playing safe! Don't give in to the harsh reality of being oppressed! Be angry for being weak, and not having the strength to fight back without getting hurt! Be angry!"

Even Al took out his bow upon hearing Nisha's words. His battle spirit was burning hot. He, too, was tired of being bullied!

"Never cower towards those who are stronger than you. Fight back even if it means dying. It's the only way to become stronger. In this world, we'll die, but we'll rise again with the sun. There's no growth inside these safe zones! No one can free you, except yourself! So, fight with me, and let's kick these a.s.sholes out of this city!"

The crowd in the city gate was in uncomfortable silence.

Looking around with a gaze full of conviction, Nisha activated a skill.

"Holy Rage!" The eyes inside the mask glowed as Yamasteh's golden fist ignited. It was now blazing with red and golden flames - the spark that burned the sleeping forest!

His words finally moved those who were previously hesitating and turned against him. The last push came through! One by one, these hundreds of low leveled players had finally banded together with one goal - TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST THEIR OPPRESSORS!

"s.h.i.+t! Boss! We're in deep trouble!" One of the members of Stone Troopers felt a lingering fear as hateful eyes were fixed toward him and his guildmates. The rookies were inching nearer, sharing the holy anger of Nisha.

Charge! With the one hour-duration of allowable PK inside the city, these players may now be able to deal some damage toward their fellow races. They're tired of putting up with this s.h.i.+t!

Attack! The crowd of low-level players rallied as they swarmed the remaining members of the two guilds.

However, the devil immediately spoiled the fun as he spoke, unmoved by the ensuing riot. "Tsss. No matter how powerful your speech was, it would be nothing if you can't produce a result. Come and defeat me first!" RockSalt mocked as he unfurled the bandages around his body. The words of Yamasteh had indeed touched the burdened hearts of these players, but he was never the one to be afraid, especially now that he had unlocked a hidden cla.s.s.

A rancid smell immediately pa.s.sed through everyone's nose, interrupting their momentum. "Come! You're not the only one who's capable of unleas.h.i.+ng such strength." An evil aura surrounded RockSalt as numerous purple tentacles came out of his mouth, constricting everyone around him, including the dead bodies. It was a horrible scene.

'What the - What skill is that?' Al, who was observing at a distance, was dumbfounded by the gore. In just a few seconds, over a hundred players died, their life force completely sucked out. The genocide momentarily halted even Nisha.

"You may be one of the t.i.tans, but remember that you're the one who had trespa.s.sed my territory! I am not liable for the damages that are about to come toward you." RockSalt's previous lean body was now bulging with decaying muscles as he continued to absorb the helpless players around him. In return, he immediately flaunted his account's profile.

[RockSalt, Level 79, Dark Gold V Human ?Hidden?. Guild Leader of Stone Troopers.]

's.h.i.+t! He had already broken through the Dark Gold rank!' Al was just about to activate 'Piston Lungs' to join the fight when RockSalt transformed. He was currently controlling Udil, hiding inside the farthest alley from the gate. "SARS! Where are you? I need you now!" Without the bot's aid, he won't be able to discern the hidden cla.s.s of RockSalt.

Those who were still quite a distance away from RockSalt immediately lost hope. Their resolve was instantly shattered as their opponent's monstrous strength extinguished the pa.s.sing hype. They scrammed, afraid of becoming a source of nutrition for RockSalt.

Meanwhile, Yamasteh lived up to his words. Although he was shocked by the sudden reversal, he feared no one, even if that player is stronger than him. Instead, he was grinning inside his mask. "I can finally test it!" With a dash, he charged towards RockSalt, his skill, 'Holy Rage' was yet to be unleashed.