He was eating at a table in a Mexican restaurant with his associates when a man wearing shabby clothes and an outdated green bulletproof vest came barging through the door, the man appeared panicked.
"SHIT!!!, Chief they found us!!"
With this bombshell of a revelation, the two men wearing the same attires guarding the door. started moving and flipped over some tables and then proceeded to take cover, their assault rifles pointed at the entrance.
He and the associates took cover, farther from the entrance, behind the counter, and took out their small handguns.
Clomp! Clomp! Clomp! Clomp!
He could hear them running, the intervention team dispatched to get rid of him, the cream of the crop, the elites, He had to go against them or die.
He felt an unimaginable amount of thrill from it, it was most likely the adrenaline in his system. He loved those things, He loved to be chased.
When the first heavily armored soldier came in, He felt a surge of pleasure.
Tak! Tak! Tak!
It took three shots to down three Men. Then:
Bang!!
The soldier's head almost exploded, staining one of the walls with his blood. One of the associates had murdered him with a shotgun.
He, as the reason for this battle, felt ecstasy.
He had one single thought:
This is fun!
He then took out his own handgun, aimed it at the next soldier and shot.
Bam!
Even with heavy armor and equipment, the soldier couldn't resist the terrifying amount of accuracy He displayed.
The soldier's corpse, it's afraid eyes, it's bloody head and the bullet hole, fell limply to the ground, causing even more blood stains.
He knew that they couldn't hold them off for much longer. He got up and started to move towards the kitchen, in there, was an industrial freezer.
It's perfect!
He discretely opened the door while he heard an increasing number of screams and gunshots. He took a look inside. It was divided in multiple sections. They were: Meat, dairy products, vegetables and other. The products were arranged on metal racks, most likely made of stainless steel. He violently pushed some of the meat racks on the ground and made their top face the entrance, which He already had closed and locked. He then took the corpse he brought with him and hung it on a hook using sausages. After doing that, He took some boxes of various premade meals and built a circular shape out of them. He finally positioned himself behind the boxes which he put near a corner of the room.
He waited for them, the lights were mostly damaged, making the Atmosphere even more chilling. When the soldiers forced the door and came in, they could only see the literal half frozen body hung before them. Startled, some of these lost their nerves and froze. He used that opportunity to off some of them.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Seeing the corpses of their bloodied comrades stain the white floor rendered a significant part of the strike Team at a lost of their integrity. He Then shot a smoke grenade on one of the corpses, After all He was against a strike team.
Using the smokescreen, He escaped trough a secret path hidden under a wooden plank.
He could only think about how exhilarating that battle was.
It was sooooooo fun!!
I even managed to loot a tactical knife!
I love those babies!
He ran off a bit further, then He felt it, the sensation of being pierced many times over, repeatedly, at a tremendous speed.
It was excruciatingly painful, but it was as exiting for Him.
I got shot!!! Fuck yeah!!
He was grinning as the captain of that strike team approached him.
A blond man, wearing heavy black ballistic armor, whose hair was well brushed and kept.
The man, Smith, approached Him, Smith's cold glare made Him flinch from excitement.
Smith stood near Him and, with his deep blue eyes, made eye contact.
He had to lift his head and stare upwards to even be able to look at Smith.
His current self was heavily injured and on the verge of death. He currently was leaning His back on the brick wall, bathing in a puddle of His own blood
He was still grinning.
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Smith took the handgun from his holster and put it on His forehead. Smith then declared:
"Jean Alvarez, perpetrator of many crimes and too dangerous to be left alive, I , special agent William Smith will proceed to your execution."
He then coldly asked:
"Do you wish to declare something"
Jean, grinning, answered:
"Fuck y––"
Bam!
The sensation of the cold nuzzle disappeared
***
He was standing, in the darkness
He didn't know how he got there, however he knew that he died.
He still remembered what Smith asked him before his death and what happened afterwards.
He didn't even let me finish, that fucking bastard.
Jean was upset, upset that he couldn't have fun anymore. He was upset about the fact that he would never feel a thrill like that again.
Then he looked around, everything was darkness.
When suddenly a distorted voice called out to him:
"Human, do you wish to enjoy yourself even more?"
Jean felt rather skeptical but still spoke his mind
"I do, but how?"
Then the darkness crumbled away and he woke up.
It was a strange place with a luxurious amount of unknown flora being composed mainly of blue grass, Cristal trees composed of a glassy white trunk and variously colored triangular crystal leaves. The bushes on the ground were Mostly normal, except from them being blue and having weird golden glowing fruits. There were also various mushrooms and they also emitted a strange glow. Flowers of crystal were covering part of the ground and they could be compared to seasoning on a meal, they made the scenery beautiful without being too remarkable.
He started to move around a little, he cleared a path using the tactical knife that appeared from who knows where.
Wait where the fuck does this knife come from?!
He continued to move forward until he finally met something he shouldn't have, at least on Earth that is. It looked like a corpse but was alive, he felt the same energy from it as in everything else there was in that world. He thought it was weird, how it also felt murky and unclean. He had a conviction that, right now, battling that thing would be fun.
Just how the heck would I kill it?
He would find the answer to that by observing it, no, them.
***
At dusk, he was still watching that thing he called "ghoul" it was an extremely degraded walking corpse wearing a medieval style tunic and pants, all tied up with laces. It's behavior was as follow: seek prey, gang up on it and try to eat it. It didn't seem to have any notable intelligence. However it's physical abilities were way beyond any normal human. It could jump around 3 meters high, could fell a tree with its hand and would probably be tough enough to resist falling from a couple tens of meters high.
Jean was confident in his strategy. He would ambush it while lying in wait in a bush and after having thrown bait. He found out that almost all living things were attracted by the golden fruits, he thought it was because of the purity of the strange energy within it. After having thrown his bait, he would "conjure" his tactical knife and slice its jugular.
The ghoul walked clumsily towards the fruit and then proceeded to grab it. That's when Alvarez jumped out of the bush, grabbed it, and slit it's throat.
He then proceeded to verify its death, when he could confirm it wasn't moving, he tried to transport the body to somewhere safe to study it, that strange energy hadn't disappeared from it.
He continued to walk, unsure of where to go, with a bad omen cadaver on his back.
***
He arrived at a small cave, not even measuring 200m³ in total size, he dropped the corpse on one of the white lumps of rock, probably calcite or another sediment stone, and then sat down. When he was dosing off, in fact he was trying to feel the energy, a sudden surge of unclean aura assaulted him, he then realized that the corpse wasn't dead and that the ghoul bit him. He was excited, he was wondering what would happen to him.
Fuck! I got bit!
It's going to be interesting.
While he had those thoughts, due to the unclean energy inside him, he could feel the strange energy from himself. He tried to willfully control it and to expel the foreign corruption. He felt as if his "energy vessels" would burst, he was in a pain comparable to just before he died or to when he was captured and tortured by a Somalian organization. After what felt like ages, he could finally expel it.
Not long after that, he started to feel terrible, as if he lacked something essential. Jean realized that he was lacking the strange energy within himself. He sat and tried something he had thought about when purifying himself. The principal behind it was: what if could take the energy from himself and swap it with the energy outside using constant loops Similarly to how electricity worked. He circulated the energy through himself like a conductor and forced it to loop creating a circle. He succeeded in making one such circle, then two, then 8, then 16, then 64, then 128 and then 256. He stopped practicing after achieving his 256th loop as his amount of energy had increased drastically.
He then got up and waved his hand. It instantly whisked away the corrupted energy from the ghoul and it became a real corpse. He had attained the realization that everything had this energy within itself and that he could give shape to the energy and give properties to it. He currently was able to conjure, meaning transforming his internal energy, into the tactical knife for the moment.
He repeatedly did it multiple times to insure his mastery over conjuration and then went to sleep. He was confident that if something stepped in the cave, that he would be able to feel it's energy.
***
Crack!
Jean woke up, he immediately scanned the area using his energy and then he found another source of similar energy. He rapidly went over to it's location and hid somewhere close to it.
It was a small grey creature with a disproportionate head, ridiculous wings and an equally stupid tail. It spoke:
"@-&#-##--#+"
Jean didn't understand the language it spoke but when he focused on its energy, he could understand the words it spoke. He asked it, using his energy to convey his words:
"What and who are you?? Are you my enemy?"
"Hiekkk!!!"
The small terrified creature was taken aback, it could sense how weak it was compared to Alvarez and told him the truth.
"I am Deval, an imp, the lowest class of demon and I have intruded on your humble sanctuary out of curiosity! I wish to come to an agreemen––"
"Shut up.", Indifferently muttered jean
"Hieeeekk!!!" It quipped, absolutely horrified.
Jean conjured his knife and swiftly dealt with the intruder.
I got rusty, guess I haven't done business lately.
He was convinced that he could deal with Deval by simply releasing his energy but it wasn't fun so he bothered to off him properly.
Suddenly a crystalline window popped out of nowhere and displayed:
[Kill count: 1]
And then everything went dark.
***
He was summoned to the dark place once again but this time, he heard the voice.
"You have gotten quite powerful I see, it seems you have godly mana control. Soon it'll be hard to even summon you here."
It remarked.
It continued:
"So Imma explain what you agreed to, what you need to do is kill, that's it. You were sent to thin out the numbers of humanoids in this world and you can gain powers by doing so. Although at this rate you won't even need it... You have two counts, one is the kill count and the other is the kill quota. The count indicates the amount of kills you have and every humanoid has one. The second is the kill quota which is the number of kills you are required to fulfill to get your 'payment'." The voice explained.
"You have other abilities like inspect and subordinates which are the abilities to see someone's information and to acquire labor. "
Alvarez understood what he could do but he had questions
"Mana?!" He asked, confused
"Yes, mana, it's what you define as energy."
That answered his question and the darkness crumbled again.
He then decided, he was going to find a village....