"Next."
Again. The same word. The same indifference.
Not bothered by the sight of fresh corpses of one's own doing. Willing to destroy the lives and dreams of others. They simply could not understand it.
What was so fun about it all? What was worth so much blood? So much sadness?
Nobody could stop him. And maybe it became a salvation, because...
"It's not good enough to answer my questions... alright, listen all of you." Raising his hand up high, Alexander held three fingers for all to see. "I will only fight three more times. I don't care whether it is a man, woman, elderly, child or even unborn fetus. I will make each opponent perish." Slowing retracting each finger as he spoke, his demeanor sparked worry.
"Why-" Trying to complain, a young man was pulverized by a vibrant white laser. A pair of fingertips emanating a faint ethereal smoke, Alexander did not even turn his head to face the now atomized being.
"I won't answer questions anymore. You either die fighting, or die waiting. None of you will come out of here alive anyway."
His words set ablaze the former spark. The bleachers already on fire. If they were doomed no matter what happened... then why not try? There was still hope.
"AHHHH!!!" Screaming and shouting to the sky, every single being present stood up and ran at the arena.
If he wanted to kill them all, then he should be ready to handle them all as well.
It was their only chance. An all out offensive on this strange entity. It was a good plan based on their situation. But it was still a pointless struggle.
"Huh?"
"What?"
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"How?!"
Confusion began to spread. Every single one of them frozen in place. They were unable to even move a muscle.
"So you don't want to fight me fair and square? Then I won't be fair either." Taking away a man, he threw him onto the arena. Before said man could recover, a white boot smashed his skull, causing the entire arena to break.
A strange aura surrounded him. It was a plain white, and it lacked an oppressive presence. But, Qi was Qi. And it was good enough to conquer any Tier-2 World and below.
Putting pressure on his foothold, the arena beneath shattered into pieces, the supporting ground of this entire floating island blown apart as well.
Without a foothold high up across the sky, a mortal was bound to fall back down, where they belonged.
Steadily floating in the air, Alexander watched all of the remaining spectators fall to their deaths, screaming at the top of their lungs from the sheer terror. He had other ways to obtain an answer to his theories. He did not really need to bother with uncompliant test subjects any longer.
'So what should I do next? The other plan will take quite a while, so I'll do everything I need before going through with it.'
'First off... reading? Yes. Reading.'
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Back to square one in a sense. Back to enjoying his stay before his real plan was put into action. He was reading in the sky this time.
Resuming his pass time, Alexander began another novel.
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Time as elusive as it always was. Novel after novel, piece of entertainment after another. Without stop, without worry. Full of excitement. Music blasting through his ears. Rippling across his Void Sense.
His existence only grew.
And when the years elapsed, leaving behind decades, which then left lonely the new centuries and millennia. When Earth spun around uninterrupted, circling its simple star.
When it all stopped to show the present, where technology had erupted beyond most beings' comprehension, Alexander closed his eyes. Hiding away his silver irises, shying away from realities of all kinds only he could see through in this world. Removing their splendor from this dimension.
As they surged back, finally freed from his eyelids, Alexander had spent countless years absorbing so much of Earth. Everything it could offer. Be it novels, foods, wonders, games, tragedies, fantasies and so much more.
Only then did his fingers snap with a brilliant blue spark. Echoing across space and time.
His vision warped.
His senses followed.
Before the setting sun in front of him vanished.
Leaving behind the shadow of a rising sun.