“He cleared the area? Impossible!”

The man had a shocked expression on his face as he slammed his hands on the desk before him, there was a strange gleam in his eyes as he read the notifications that had appeared before his eyes. After a few seconds, he composed himself and turned to his comrade, “This is better than I initially anticipated. If he manages to leave alive, covering this mistake should be incredibly easy.”

"Yeah, just work on jump-starting the transporter, and make sure to set the location right back at the facility. We would not want him to suddenly appear in another world, then this issue would blow up in our faces." The second man, now dressed in a suit instead of the armour he had worn earlier, a frown on his face as he observed the notification as well.

"Well, that is already covered. We just need to find a suitable workaround for this annoying security issue. Maybe we should keep the transporter locked under a defensive field to ensure no one in the facility can enter without authorisation: Even when we keep the door unlocked. Hmm, or we could try automated doors, but they are more susceptible to hacking…"

“Scrap all those for now, and activate the transporter. Once he comes out of the area, he will be rewarded heftily to retain his opinions on the world he just visited. God knows what monstrosity is the boss of that place… Sigh, young talents are very rare in this facility, and it is a joy to witness the survival of such a hidden gem…”

As they rapped on heartily, someone sneezed outside, and the both of them turned to the door and then returned to their cheerful yapping. The room was soundproof, there was no way a student or another guard would overhear their conversation. It was why they acted so freely in all their conversations inside this room, as they believed it never got out.

All this would be swept under the rug, and life goes on like nothing ever happened here.

As they continued working on the issue they created for themselves, Vysla who had rested her back on the wall beside the door sighed. There were a few kids in front of her, with most of them badmouthing one another. As she watched them in amusement, she noticed someone approaching.

Turning in their direction, she noticed that the person was Miele. Vysla lifted her back from the wall, preparing to walk away in the opposite direction, but the woman was faster than Vysla could have expected from a regular: grabbing Vysla’s hand with a plain expression on her face. Vysla felt like flinging her arm, but she restrained herself and turned to Miele,

“What do you want from me?”

Ignoring the cold gleam in her eyes, Miele pulled her to the side before releasing her arm, and then she opened her mouth to speak with the plain expression still worn on her face, "Mark hadn't appeared in the test area. I worry for his safety, and I am guessing you know where he had run into do you not? I hope he is okay…"

"He could be dead… I care less about your well-being. Sigh, but if it eases your heart to know then I believe he was warped into a different difficult area by accident, bad luck and stupidity. He's as tenacious as a cockroach, it is not going to be a wonder if he managed to live." Vysla spoke to the calm Miele, shrugging at the end of her sentence, seeming completely carefree on the issue.

"I passed the test, anyway. It means that I can finally get enlisted in the fighting force, and be of use to our civilisation. However, I am still sceptical about what area of battle I would be most useful. I'll just wait to see what everyone else is going for, and check if I can be useful in those fields." Miele had a thoughtful expression on her face, and Vysla narrowed her eyes noticing this.

"I never found interest in these annoyances. Maybe it is because I was trained to terminate all in my path from the shadows and have zero experience struggling with an army on the front lines. The core of battle was always left to my parents as I had no siblings." Vysla shook her head, "You should leave. I do not want to be seen with you."

“Huh?! I am quite popular here—“

Before she could finish her sentence, Vysla turned around and walked away without wasting the little time she had before Mark returned — or was announced dead. Miele watched as she returned to their seat, and sat herself down before deciding to return to the crowd of bickering students. The reason she had approached Vysla was handled, so she decided not to bother her any longer. “

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Mark dropped the bloody blade in his hands, staring down at the dead Kinli’Ku beneath him. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes as he raised his head to stare at the tall building before him, and the number of lifeforms he detected within it was quite amusing. As he counted, he lifted his hand and caught a blade that was thrown at his face, catching it with his palm and turning to face the attacker.

“Hmm… Of course, she failed to mention hidden scouts in the bushes.” Mark turned to the dead body he was dragging behind him, and he sighed. It was not like he was going to let her live anyway, so it was no wonder there were loops in her description, “Foolishness, but expected. I counted ten on the ground floor, and about sixteen on all upper floors. There are just two in total, not difficult.”

Including the three fools he sensed in the bushes; that was about twenty-nine extra bodies that would become one with this world earth today. That is if they decayed to form manure that would serve as considerable fertiliser for the flora of this planet. As soon as he finished the thought, he ran forward and slammed the blunt end of the sword he held into the first of three targets.

In an explosion of sound, the sword tore through the target's abdomen, leaving a trail of gore as it flew out of the target through the back. Mark kicked the limp body into another target who stood with a massive tree-like plant behind him, distracting it as Mark dashed into the next — shattering its face with his fist and grabbing its blade before kicking it away.

He slashed with his sword, cleaving both the dead and the live target in two separate halves as the living struggled to push away the dead. After confirming their death, he walked back to the one body he was dragging with him — a lifeless assassin, and then he picked it up and dragged it to the area she’d ranted the boss to be in. Well, seconds before Izyrx buried a sword into her guts.

As he moved, he wished he had never gotten his weapon destroyed. Kicking down the door to the building and stepping inside with the dead body thrown over his shoulder, Mark felt his means with the sword were too crude. He had barely begun killing, but blood had already gotten all over the shining new gear he had dragged out from that arena.

Enjoying the sound of alarm wannabes blaring in his ear, Mark dashed in the direction of the approaching targets. He counted four of them rushing down the stairs, two hiding behind a door that led into an empty room and four trying to sabotage the elevator that led to the upper floors.

As Mark ran, he was suddenly propelled forward — sent flying a high speed and into an alien blockade, but before he could collide with their blade and have the dead on his shoulder get more marks all over its body — and then he slashed with his blade, severing heads before their owners could get themselves to drop their blades.

He dashed away from the collapsing bodies, heading in the direction of the elevator. He was a second away from rushing past the ambushes when the door was kicked open, and the duo ran out and opened fire on him. As he caught this out of the corner of his eye, Mark dissipated from his position, and the duo lost their heads, joining their comrades.

He appeared again, this time being propelled across the room with a calm expression on his face, he wondered what he would do if someone from his world caught him pulling a stunt like this. It was beyond illegal to use hunting or Origin Gear indoors, and some extremists would so far they would try their best to rid the world of such a stain in their ranks.

But, he was hunting monsters that served as threats against the balance of the universe. He was not just robbing others of their happiness by taking their family away, but he was making sure that the only threat to the universe would remain the one race he would forever hunt. Although he was never going to be as strong as a forsaken, killing as much as he could was more than enough.

It was also a secret desire he needed to satiate. Whether human or not, he could not resist the act of robbing their dreams and aspirations as they had robbed others. He took pleasure in all the funny expressions they made before his bullets sprayed their brain matter all over the concrete pavement. A deluxe only few get to enjoy.

Kill! As Mark flew forward, that was the only thing on his mind. He was going to kill as much as he could until the enemy was eliminated.