"Ding!"
The bullet ricocheted off his eyelid with a tallic ’ding’ sound as the bullet fell to the ground, completely flattened from the impact.
"Annoying!" Vogue growled. He had been farming pain points by keeping his body soft on purpose, letting the bullets pierce through his skin to generate those. But aiming at his eyes crossed a line. That was just disrespectful.
He reached the man in a flash, closing the remaining distance in a single step that left cracks in the rooftop. Without hesitation, he punched directly at the shooter’s skull
"Pop!"
The man’s head caved inward like a crushed waterlon, skull fragnts and brain matter exploding outward in a spray of red and gray. His body twitched and slashed, finger still on the trigger, and then went limp.
[Side Mission Unlocked]
[Kill Humans 1/100]
"Huh?" Vogue couldn’t help but be startled as the notification appeared before his eyes.
’Isn’t this Omnibus System a little too demonic?’
It was actively encouraging players to kill the ordinary humans that are at the rcy of these beasts.
He peeled the dead man’s twitching hand off the rifle and took the AR-15. It was actually well maintained and looked new, probably looted from a gun store during the initial chaos. It had several full magazines taped together for quick reloading.
Vogue took the weapons and lined his eyes down at the down at a radiant down the street below.
The radiant had just feasted on the flesh of an young boy and had locked its golden eyes onto a young woman who was shivering and hiding in her locked car. The creature moved toward the vehicle as its claws scraped against asphalt.
Vogue used the rifle’s scope to line up his shot. When the radiant’s head was centered in his vision, he imdiately squeezed the trigger.
"Bang!"
A bloody explosion of brain matter, skull fragnts and blood splashed against the far side of the car as a hole appeared in the young woman’s head.
Her body slumped forward against the steering wheel, as her horn blared along with the horns of hundreds of cars there.
The radiant he’d been aiming at was actually didn’t die, he had mistakenly killed then man.
"Oops, sorry!" Vogue recoiled with squinted eyes and imdiately shouted from the roof.
He killed another two humans by mistake before he finally managed to kill his first radiant with the rifle.
But the notification he was expecting didn’t pop up at all after he blew the radiant’s head clean off its shoulders.
He sighed and placed the gun as well as the ammunition in his inventory. While the system doesn’t register kills made with guns, he could still use the weapon for other purposes later.
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Vogue jumped down from the rooftop, landing on the street. Just barely above 20 ters, the weight was nothing tk him.
He continued killing radiants as he moved through the street, and the system notification kept counting upward.
[Radiants Eliminated: 34/100]
It was basically free kills at this point. With his Big Dipper Step, he could dodge nurous attacks with ease, his body flickering through space to avoid claws and teeth. With his infinite stamina, he could never get tired no matter how long the battle lasted, his breathing remaining steady even after an hour of continuous combat.
He moved through Washington Heights like a ghost, darting from street to street. He went down West 163rd Street, turned onto Broadway, then cut through side streets and alleys.
Every block brought more radiants, more opportunities to rack up kills. His machete spun and slashed like a at grinder as he stabbed, slashed and killed the radiants.
[Radiants Eliminated: 67/100]
Vogue had just finished decapitating a radiant that was wearing the cloth of a construction worker, when he heard desperate screaming from a nearby alley.
"Please! Sobody help! Please!"
Vogue frowned but decided to moved toward the sound.
He found himself in an alley off St. Nicholas Avenue near West 165th Street, the narrow space between two apartnt buildings and was wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
There he saw six other survivors, all male. There was a teenager among them as well as so in their thirties and twenties.
They were trying to drag a young woman deeper into the alley. But the lady was fighting back with everything she had, kicking and scratching.
Grieves she was simpleton weak for the as they outnumbered her six to one.
Her shirt was already torn, showing her bountiful chest packed by her bra.
"Hold her down, man! Ain’t nobody coming to help in this chaos!" A young man covered in tattoos laughed as he licked his lips.
Vogue raised his eyes in surprise. Instead of trying hard to survive, they were attempting rape?
Shaking his head. He turned around to leave as it wasn’t any of his business anyways.
At that mont, one of the more muscular n sighted him.
"Hey stupid! Her the fuck out of here before I make you." The man cracked his fist as he smirked at Vogue.
Vogue oases but then started to leave.
"Yeah, that’s right. Run little coward." The man and the rest of his gang roared in laughter as they confined undressing the girl.
Vogue’s face instantly turned cold. He was already planning to leave but that guy just had to say it.
He took a step and imdiately reappeared behind the man who had spoken. His machete tore through the air as he split theman’s skull from the top of his head to his jaw in perfect pieces,
[Humans Killed: 2/100]
The other five n imdiately turned around in shock, releasing the woman who imdiately scrambled backward against the alley wall.
"What the fuck! Kill the kid!" One of them cursed out loud
"This guy is a freak!"
Another shouted in anger.
Vogue didn’t waste words. He moved like he was a ghost as he vanished into seven after images, his blade dancing through the air, creating an arc as the second man’s throat opened in a red smile, blood spraying like a burst tank.
The third one’s hand was sliced into two before he couldn’t out his gun , then his head flew into the air.
[Humans Killed: 4/100]
The remaining three recovered and they fled in panicked and fear.
Vogue threw his machete with perfect accuracy, the blade spinning end over end before burying itself in the spine of the fourth man.
[Humans Killed: 5/100]
Vogue closed the distance to the fifth man and stabbed his hand straight through the man’s back, while holding his beating heart. He crushed it and let the body fall.
[Humans Killed: 6/100]
The last man, the youngest of the group who couldn’t have been more than 17, fell to his knees and started begging. "Please, man, please! I didn’t want to, they made ! I swear I didn’t want to hurt her!"
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