"КУАААННН!!!!"
A girl's panicked scream pierced the air, sending waves of fear rippling through the crowd.
Frustration boiled within as chaos erupted around us. I had known Gabin possessed this skill in the ga, but I never imagined it would be this horrifying and repulsive in real life.
Gabin's Hug-it was a skill or rather an attack he used in the ga, typically reserved for his final monts if you chose the option to let him leave, leading to the dreaded
[Bad End No.5: Gabin's Embrace].
The scene before , coupled with the putrid stench of blood in the air, threatened to overwhelm my senses.
To make matters worse, Rhoades's eyeball had rolled to a stop right next to after his grueso demise.
The situation was escalating far beyond what I had anticipated.
As I struggled to keep my composure, a deafening boom echoed through the air. Gabin's foot slamd into the floor, sending shockwaves rippling outward.
Those who had tried to rise imdiately stumbled back down, overwheld by the sheer force of Gabin's aura.
"Commoner, Nobles, Royalty, Rich, Poor, Strong, Weak.... Society had always governed us all by these unique labels that people had decided to give us, dividing and putting value into each and every one of our lives," Gabin's voice bood, his arms outstretched in a grand gesture. "But as you can see, how are we all different? At the end of the day, we are all still human inside. We are all fair and equal. We are all just!!!!"
His voice rose to a crescendo, punctuated by a pointed gesture toward the lifeless remains of Rhoades.
"You, You, You, You, YOU!!!" he shouted, singling out individuals from the crowd. "You may look different from each other, but you are all one and the sa. Why can't you young children see that?"
"How can you think of yourself being higher than the one next to you?"
"Do you think you're much more important?"
"Do you think you're special?"
"WRONG!!!!"
Suddenly, his intense gaze landed on a female student, her face trembling under his crazed stare.
With swift and forceful movents, he seized her by the hair, dragging her forward to present her to everyone.
Fear gripped her, rendering her unable to retaliate.
My heart sank at the sight.
It wouldn't have mattered if it were anyone else, but she was different.
Lorraine Steelwater, my favorite's one and only best friend and childhood companion, was now being held captive like a re sack of at.
"Tell , child, are you a noble?" Gabin's voice was low, nacing.
"... Y-yes," Lorraine's response was barely audible, filled with fear.
Hearing her reluctant answer, Gabin smiled wickedly before ripping apart her uniform. The fabric fell away, leaving her vulnerable and exposed, her dignity barely protected by her remaining undergarnts.
"Kyaahhh!!! P-please no! Help!!" Lorraine's cries pierced the air, desperate and terrified. "This noble child may seem like soone of importance, but the mont you rid her of her
Gabin's words were cut off as I couldn't bear to listen to his deranged ramblings any longer. Instinctively, I gripped the handle of my sword at my waist.
Anger surged within .
Fuck, fuck shit... Side character or not, extra or not, the fact that Lorraine was soone important to my beloved favorite made quiver in both regret and anger.
As Lorraine continued to suffer sha and unfiltered violence, Gabin's slaps echoed through the air.
My heart pounded in my chest.
'If Lorraine dies... this is all my fault.'
I had to do sothing.
Looking at my stats once more, I knew I had little to no chance, but ti was ticking. One minute from now, Alice would arrive, and we would likely be saved by then.
But would Lorraine still be breathing by then?
I didn't know....
If it's just for one minute... one minute of repentance for my mistake, I'll gladly do so and accept a little punishnt in the process.
Standing up, I wasted no ti and held my sword up high, pointing it at Gabin.
"HEY!"
Hearing my call, he turned around, pausing his assault on Lorraine... as she slowly took whatever breaths she could have despite her battered and bruised up face.
"This fucker...!!!!
"Let her go...!"
Surprisingly, my voice ca out straight, devoid of any signs of fear or confusion, just pure, unfiltered anger.
"Are you a friend of hers, golden boy?" Gabin's voice was cold, calculating.
Golden? Ah, he must an my hair...
"Yes,"
I answered imdiately, though we weren't exactly friends.
As soone who played the ga and even sought advice from her on certain romance missions, Lorraine was more than a friend in my heart.
She was my master.
"I see..."
Gabin's nod was all the confirmation he needed before he blurred into motion, appearing beside in an instant.
Before I could even comprehend what was happening, his vice-like grip closed around my neck, cutting off my air supply in a cruel vice.
Panic surged through as I struggled against his iron hold, my frantic attempts to free myself t with futile resistance.
"Ughck... fughjvk," I choked out, the words lost in a strangled gasp as I fought for breath.
The world spun around , my senses dulled by the overwhelming pressure bearing down on
.
Desperation clawed at my consciousness as I grappled with the suffocating grip of Gabin's
hands.
Was it getting hotter, or was it the chill of death creeping in?
The thought was fleeting as my sole focus narrowed to the primal instinct of survival.
With each futile attempt to break free, I felt the crushing weight of Gabin's strength bearing down on . His grip was unyielding, his body a fortress of unassailable power.
I lashed out in a desperate bid for freedom, each blow only serving to worsen my own agony. "Tell , child, are you a noble?"
Gabin's voice cut through the haze of pain, his words a chilling reminder of the danger that lood over .
But in that mont, his inquiry felt like nothing more than a sadistic taunt, a cruel mockery
of my plight.
Fighting to maintain consciousness, I locked eyes with Gabin, a surge of defiance coursing
through .
His satisfaction was palpable, his twisted smile a grotesque testant to his enjoynt of my
suffering.
As pain surged through , I could feel my neck slowly cracking...
Fuck, am I really going to die just like this?
What about my happy ending...?
[Warning....!]
[Warning....!]
[Fate: A dragon's sacrifice is shaking!]
[MAIN SCENARIO IS BREAKING]
{WARNING!!!]
[Failure to fulfill the main scenario could lead to ???]
Suddenly, text screens popped up like crazy.
Even though I couldn't see clearly, the annoying popping sound in my head was all too
familiar.
I didn't know exactly what it was saying, but it must be sothing about the main scenario or
bidding goodbye or sothing.
As I felt myself slowly dying... all the pain suddenly washed away as ti stopped.
The only thing that kept moving was the red screens in front of .
[Ergency asures applying!]
[Fate: A dragon's sacrifice stabilizing]
[Attempting to fix....]
[Attempting to fix....]
[Attempting to fix....]
[Result: Failed]
[Counter asures applying!]
[Finding suitable actions...]
[Stat boost]
[Applying....]
[Fail...!]
[Finding suitable actions...]
[Skill Unlock]
[Applicability: Success!]
[Ergency asures Applying]
[Finding appropriate skills]
[Giant's Strength (S)]
[Fail! Strength, Endurance stat too low]
[Sword god (S)]
[Fail! Strength, Agility stat too low]
[Lord of light (S)]
[Fail! Power, Endurance stat too low]
[True Magic (S)]
[Fail! Power, Luck stat too low]
....
...
[All S skills unapplicable....]
[All A skills unapplicable....]
[All B skills unapplicable....] [All C skills unapplicable....] [All D skills unapplicable....]
[Unique skills category....] [Unlock!]
[Finding Suitable skill through soul history] [Success!]
[Skill Na: Monarch's Will (Unique)] [Description: Monarch's Will embodies the indomitable spirit and commanding presence of its user, channeling their boundless ego into a potent force on the battlefield. As the user taps into their inner reservoir of self-assurance and confidence, an unfathomable aura radiates from their being, exerting an overwhelming influence over their surroundings.]
[Effects: Absolute Command] [Effects: 90% stat reduction]
[Effects may vary depending on the strength of the individual's willpower] [Note: It is imperative to exercise caution when utilizing Monarch's Will, Once the skill is invoked, users may find themselves succumbing to a mindset wherein they perceive others
as inferior, re subjects to their royal decree.]
[Skill applied]
[Note: May you survive and fulfill your fate, good luck!]
Huh...?
Ti started moving forward....
I didn't even have ti to read through all of the system ssages.
As the world turned black and white in front of .
I wondered why a bug was clutching onto my neck...
"Unhand , Bug...."
My voice ringing out with an authority I hadn't known I possessed.
.....
As Gabin's fingers tightened around the young man's neck, a sinister smile curled upon his
lips, a twisted expression of satisfaction etched upon his face.
For him, this mont held a perverse sense of joy, a grim reminder of his own twisted desires
and the darkness that lurked within his soul.
As he watched the life slowly ebb away from his victim's eyes, Gabin reveled in the struggle,
savoring every fleeting mont of agony and despair.
To him, the act of extinguishing a young life was not rely a duty-it was a source of unparalleled pleasure, a rush of adrenaline that sent shivers of delight down his spine. In the eyes of the young nobleman before him, Gabin found a special kind of satisfaction.
There was a defiance there, a stubborn refusal to submit to the inevitability of death.
It fueled the fire within him, driving him to tighten his grip even further, relishing in the escalating pain and terror that enveloped his victim.
With each passing mont, the young man's struggles grew weaker, his feeble attempts to escape Gabin's grasp futile against the overwhelming power of his assailant.
Yet, even as the darkness closed in around him, Gabin waited with bated breath for that final
mont of surrender, the look of utter defeat that would etch itself across his victim's face. And then, it happened.
As the young man's eyes fluttered open, a wave of dread and fear washed over him, paralyzing
him in place
As Gabin stood there, grappling with the inexplicable surge of fear coursing through him,
confusion gnawed at his insides.
What was happening to him?
The sensation was foreign, alien-sothing he couldn't quite comprehend.
How could he, a seasoned operative of the organization, be gripped by fear in the presence of
a re child?
It defied all logic, and yet, there it was, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness like a
relentless predator.
"Unhand , Bug...."
The command cut through the air like a razor, its authority undeniable. In that mont,
Gabin found himself stepping back, his grip loosening on the young man without conscious
effort.
It was as if so unseen force compelled him to obey, overriding his own instincts with an almost unnatural compulsion.
As he retreated, a sense of foreboding settled over him like a suffocating shroud. Sothing was wrong-terribly wrong and he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that
gripped him.
Gabin tried to resist with all his might but for so reason no strength was left on his body...
"Boss... What's wrong?"
"Hey kid, what did you do?"
His subordinates' voices echoed in his ears, tinged with concern and confusion.
But the mont they got closer they, too, succumbed to the strange aura emanating from the
young man before them.
Gabin dared not et the young man's gaze, his own eyes averted as if unable to bear the weight of his scrutiny.
And as he stole a glance at the figure before him, he felt a chill run down his spine.
The young man's golden hair danced in the wind; his emotionless eyes seed to pierce
through their very soul.
"Your heads are too high...."
The young man's words were barely a whisper, yet they carried a weight of command that
brooked no defiance.
"Kneel."
And with those simple words, a wave of obedience washed over the gathered crowd.
From the students to the ship crew, even the terrorists and the looming presence of the suicide bomber-all knelt before the imposing figure before them.
It was as if an unseen force compelled them, bending their wills to his command.
In the eerie silence that followed, confusion reigned supre.
No one knew how or why they found themselves obeying, only that they dared not defy the
authority that emanated from the young man before them.
The air crackled with tension, thick with the unspoken question of what was to co next.
With asured steps, the young man approached the three kneeling terrorists, his gaze cold and unforgiving.
Retrieving his fallen sword from the ground, he held it aloft, the glint of steel casting a nacing shadow over his features.
"To think re bugs would push this far... How disappointing,"
The green-haired terrorist, unable to contain his rage, dared to speak out.
"What did you do to us?" he scread; his voice laced with anger.
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
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Raising his sword high, the young man regarded the three terrorists with cold detachnt.
"You... who are you?"
Gabin managed to choke out, desperation tainting his voice.
But there was no answer, only the swift descent of the sword as it cleaved through the air,
severing all three heads from their bodies in a single, rciless stroke.
And as the heads rolled to the ground, a hushed silence fell over the scene, broken only by the
soft thud of their lifeless bodies collapsing to the floor.
Fwoosh....!!!
The sudden rush of air, drew the attention of the young man.
As he turned, his gaze fell upon a figure shrouded in an ethereal aura, surrounded by floating
decks of cards swirling around her in a srizing dance.
The crimson energy that had enveloped her form dissipated into the ether, leaving behind an
air of anticipation.
With pink hair billowing in the wind and a witch's hat clutched in her hand, she stood before
him, her golden eyes alight with a mixture of curiosity and wonder. In that fleeting mont, it was as if ti itself held its breath, the world around them fading
into insignificance as two opposing forces converged.
A king and Queen t.
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