"Leki, flank from the right, Cartus, ready up your most powerful spell!"

The leader of the group, who had just trespassed into the dark, damp room barks orders at his subordinates while they attempt to move into position to attack the solitary figure standing in the center.

'Why do they have to act like all the others?'

The group of trespassers begin to sweat in anticipation as they wait for their target to make the first move, however, against expectation he continues to stand there and observe.

'I have no idea what language they are speaking, but it doesn't really matter. They never attempt to communicate, preferring to shout at each other while trying to kill me. Why? I don't know, and frankly, I don't care.'

A small aura of despair begins to form around the man as both sides continue to wait for the other to make the first move.

'What I do care about is that they interrupted my peaceful music time.'

The aura began to warp into one of anger.

'All I have left from my past world is "music" and the names of the "songs". My memories are blank, and I do not remember how I got here or even how this divine noise called "music" is created but what I do know is, I love it. My gauntlets play this "music" through devices which I believe are called "speakers".'

The group of trespasser finally have had enough of this never ending stalemate and decide that they will make the first move. They all begin to move cautiously yet hastily, knowing that their target is very dangerous.

'I don't honestly understand how I know the word "speakers", just like how I know the name "music" I mentioned earlier, but for some reason, I just know that it is what they are called.'

The sound of sweat dripping from the foreheads of the intruders echoes throughout the stale and dark room. The atmosphere is full of hate and worry and if the normal person was caught up in the middle of it, it would surely end in that person's doom due to heart attack.

'Trapped in this room with my "music", only infrequently interrupted by the small groups that try to kill me, I have lost count of how many years I have been here. Like much of my past, I can't even remember my name, so I just call myself Vert, mainly because he is the creator of my favorite song.'

A light pierces the darkness of the surrounding area as the sound of an incantation fills the room.

'I also have my treasures. Items that I have gathered from all the people that were foolish enough to fight me. Maybe I should separate the shiny things from the non-shiny things.'

The one that calls himself Vert seems to look kind of relaxed compared to the atmosphere of everyone else in the room. You can even say he is straight up ignoring the rude intruders, and that is partially right.

'Wait, wasn't I doing something important?'

"Do it now Cartus!"

'Oh yeah, that's right, I completely forgot about these annoying pests.'

The faint white light surrounding the man, assumed to be Cartus, starts to glow more vibrantly and the attack nearly blinds his comrades.

'Predictable.'

Vert effortlessly brushes off the attack of blinding light that is hurled at him as he casually taps his gauntlet which in response, begins to play one of his favorite songs.

The song is "JB" by Intervene, and it has a vibe that makes happiness seep into Vert when loneliness begins to settle in. He loves to attack to the beat of the songs and uses it to keep him entertained when fighting weaklings like these.

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The music shocks his attackers, causing them to hesitate as he bides his time. Sixteen seconds of time to be precise, which is the exact moment the bass drops and Vert attacks.

There are seven people around him, but picking his first target is easy, he was foolish enough to cast the first spell after all. The moment the bass drops, he uses his incredible speed to appear in front of the spell caster, releasing a punch towards his chest.

It is a direct hit and sends the man flying backwards. As the next beat is played, another punch with intense force slams into the man. This attack came unexpectedly to the man, so he was completely caught off guard.

He continues punching and appearing as the beat goes on, sending the man named Cartus flying all over the place like a rag doll with a blank and heartless expression on Vert's face.

Blood is forced out the man's mouth and is landing on Vert occasionally, but he doesn't care. His relentless attack doesn't stop until Vert thinks the man is dead which is convenient, he wanted to play around with him a little longer.

Without a shred of mercy, Vert's fist penetrates the man's chest before his fingers wrap around and crush the man's weak heart. A satisfying splat echoes throughout the cave, sending a chill down Cartus's comrades' spine.

Pausing as he waits for the next, small bass drop, Vert eagerly eyes his next victim.

Even though he can easily end the fight in less than a second, quickly putting an end to the intruder's lives was not how Vert wanted it. He wanted them to suffer, to listen to what they had interrupted until the are dead. He will endlessly attack until his song is over or until they went limp. This is how he liked to kill people.

It wasn’t unusual for more than a few bodies to hit the floor at each beat of Vert’s music, but this is what makes fighting to music fun.

This tactic seemed unconventional and it truly is, but Vert has yet to meet someone even close to his strength so he can fight anyone he wants without any repercussions.

The type of song Vert listens to conveys how he is feeling. If anyone comes onto the end of a high power, fast beat song, then that person will most likely die a truly gruesome death. On the contrast though, id vVert is listening to something more casual, whoever is on the receiving end of Vert's blows will most likely die quickly or not horribly.

Finally emerging from her stupor, a woman screams, filled with anger.

"Cartus NOOO!"

She would be Vert’s next target.

The beat that had stopped for a brief moment begins again, and he easily dodges the woman's attack before punching her in the gut, generating a sickening crack as blood starts to flow from her eyes and ears.

'What an ugly sight. I could feel her rage, so I had to calm her down so maybe we can talk about it. Did I punch her too hard? Oh well onto the next one.'

Vert was talking to himself as the man that seems to be the leader swung his sword towards Vert's head. Vert instantly vanishs and began the mindless process again. Fight with the beat, appear in his opponent's blind side, use speed as an advantage to destroy the enemy.

Vert tries to kill the leader before the song ends, but the gruff looking man is a lot stronger than his appearance would show. This completely surprises Vert as his punches doesn’t seem to affect the opponent in the slightest.

After about a minute and a half of teleportation around and hitting the powerful man, the only progress Vert has made is slightly denting the man's armor. He isn't even truly giving the fight a try since this isn't a fighting song and more like a song for dancing, but Vert always wants only to use one song to kill his targets.

Vert doesn’t like it when his enemies last more than a song.

'Maybe I have underestimated him. Oh, the song seems to have ended. I only killed two, that's rather upsetting. It looks like I will have to kill the rest without music.'

As the song ends Vert completely disappears from the group's sight.

The remaining five adventurers, fear etched into their faces, are searching for him, but no matter where they looked, they can't see him.

It isn't long before the leader's head slipped off his body and blood starts spraying out of his neck mutilated neck. The others just look at their falling leader in complete shock.

"This was the man who had planned to defeat all the other six gods, but how did he get beat so easily without even putting a scratch on this one?"

One of them mumbled this question, and they all begin to laugh nervously, knowing that their fate is sealed with the hands of Vert, the God of Death.

The previous fighting spirit they had shown was gone, the light from their eyes vanishes without a trace of returning.

"When would they die? Where was the "God of Death" now? Would he spare them?", these are thoughts going through their weak minded heads, but soon their heads are gone.

Their heads had been separated from their bodies without them even seeing their killer. After the last body hits the floor, Vert reappears back onto his usual rock and begins to listen to another song. "Bad and Boujee" by Migos.

Forgetting all about the people who had, just moments ago, tried to kill him, Vert starts to nod his head to the beat and sings along with it.

"Raindrop. Drop tops. Smoking on cookie in the hotbox."

As Vert is singing to this song, he begins to think to himself.

'I wonder what is on the other side of that door? I've never tried to look. Maybe I should? Maybe after I run out of songs, I will. Wait, what is outer space and how does it relate to Kid Cudi?' Vert thinks to himself as the lyrics of his song continues on.

Vert audibly sighs and looks at the bodies littering his floor.

"Why do they have to be like the others?"