As I moved among the guests, serving drinks and engaging in polite conversation, my mind was working overtime.

The lavish ballroom buzzed with the hum of sophisticated chatter and clinking glasses, the scent of expensive perfumes mingling with the aroma of gourmet hors d'oeuvres.

The party was a veritable who's who of influential individuals, each one a potential target.

If I managed to eliminate them all, the chaos it would cause in society would be immense.

It would be a cataclysmic upheaval, a shattering of the status quo that would ripple through every level of the social hierarchy.

The thought sent a thrill down my spine, but I knew I couldn't afford to be reckless.

The Nexus officers were undoubtedly keeping a close watch, their eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of trouble.

I could almost feel their presence, like shadows lurking at the edges of the room, ready to pounce at the first hint of danger.

So, I needed to be strategic.

I carefully observed each guest, weighing their importance and influence.

Some were prominent figures in politics, their decisions shaping the lives of millions.

Others were captains of industry, their wealth and power dominating the economic landscape.

Still others wielded their influence through vast networks of connections, their reach extending into every corner of society.

Each one represented a cog in the vast machine of power and control.

With every interaction, I assessed and evaluated, subtly narrowing down my list of targets.

It was a delicate dance, balancing the need for discretion with the urgency of my mission.

The thrill of the hunt surged within me, a potent mix of fear and exhilaration.

My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of my purpose pressing heavily upon me.

As I smiled and exchanged pleasantries, my mind was a whirlwind of calculations and contingencies.

I could feel the tension tightening around me, like a coiled spring ready to snap.

Every glance, every gesture, every word was a piece of the intricate puzzle I was assembling.

But I was determined to see it through.

The stakes were too high, and the potential for change too great. I would find the perfect moment, the precise instant to strike.

And when I did, the impact would be seismic, reshaping the world in ways no one could predict.

The thought of it filled me with a fierce, burning resolve. This was my destiny, and I would not be denied.

As I served drinks and exchanged pleasantries, I subtly positioned myself, ensuring I had access to my chosen targets.

The grandeur of the ballroom was dazzling, chandeliers casting shimmering light over the crowd, but my focus was razor-sharp.

It was a game of patience and precision, but I was confident in my abilities.

Every step, every movement, was a calculated part of my plan.

I had trained for this moment, prepared myself for the challenges ahead.

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As I surveyed the room, the weight of my mission settled heavily upon me.

Nine targets, each a symbol of power and influence, their very existence shaping the course of society.

The thought of their potential demise sent shivers down my spine, mingling dread and exhilaration.

Amidst the elegance of the soirée, I was acutely aware of the looming presence of the Nexus officers, guardians of order ready to pounce at the slightest hint of disruption.

Their stern faces and sharp eyes betrayed their vigilance.

The air crackled with tension as I moved among the guests, a façade of congeniality masking the storm brewing within me.

Every smile, every exchange of pleasantries, was a carefully choreographed act, concealing the turmoil of my purpose.

Beneath my calm exterior, my heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination.

The stakes were high, the consequences of failure dire.

I could almost hear the clock ticking, each second a reminder of the urgency of my task.

My gaze swept over the room, analyzing the layout, assessing the positions of both friend and foe.

Fourteen officers patrolled the hall, their watchful eyes tracking my every move.

I could feel their scrutiny like a physical weight, a constant reminder of the danger I was in.

Outside, reinforcements waited, a formidable barrier between me and escape.

But time was not on their side; I knew I had to act swiftly, before their numbers overwhelmed me.

Every detail mattered.

The way the light reflected off the polished marble floors, the soft murmur of conversation interspersed with occasional bursts of laughter, the subtle shifts in the crowd—all of it was data, feeding into my calculations.

My mind raced, plotting the sequence of events that would lead to my success.

I could not afford a single misstep.

Amidst the sea of guests, twelve waiters circled like silent sentinels, their trays adorned with implements of both service and potential destruction.

Forks, glasses, knives—the tools of their trade, now unwittingly transformed into instruments of my mission.

Each step brought me closer to my targets, the weight of the task ahead pressing down upon me with every heartbeat.

I paused for a moment, my mind racing. If I succeeded in killing them, my presence would be revealed to these officers.

The Nexus officers, with their unyielding gaze, would quickly try to catch me.

And secondly, executing such a task meticulously would drain a significant amount of mental energy.

There was only one way: I needed to kill them quickly and escape.

And if possible, create a little more chaos on my way out.

Alright. Let's do it.

As my blue eyes gleamed with determination, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, heightening my senses to a razor's edge.

Every heartbeat echoed in my ears, a drumbeat of urgency propelling me forward.

The room, with its opulent decor and glittering chandeliers, seemed to fade into the background as I honed in on my mission.

With a steely focus, I immersed myself in the cacophony of the room, attuning my awareness to every detail—the officers' vigilant postures, the strategic positioning of my targets, the subtle movements of the waiters as they navigated the crowd.

With a deep breath, I centered myself, channeling my energy into a tangible force that crackled around me like electricity.

The air shimmered with an otherworldly hue as a blue aura enveloped my hands, a manifestation of the power surging within me.

Despite the trickle of blood teasing my nostrils, I ignored the distraction, my focus unwavering as I prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting gathering.

In that moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl, each heartbeat a thunderous drumbeat heralding the impending storm.

The world around me dulled, the laughter and conversation of the guests fading into an indistinct hum.

My vision sharpened, the figures of my targets standing out in stark relief against the opulent backdrop.

With a swift and calculated motion, I unleashed my attack, a flurry of movement guided by instinct and purpose.

I extended my hands, and the energy within me exploded outward, carrying with it the glass, forks, and knives—every sharp object within reach.

The projectiles sliced through the air with deadly precision, their path a blur of motion.

As they found their marks, a sickening symphony of agony echoed through the hall.

The first screams were sharp and sudden, breaking the silence like a shattering pane of glass.

Bodies crumpled, lifeblood spilling onto the marble floor in dark, spreading pools.

The metallic scent of blood permeated the air, mingling with the desperate gasps for life.

Each gush of crimson seemed to paint the walls with the final moments of those unfortunate souls.

I could see the shock and terror in their eyes, the dawning realization of their impending doom.

It was a macabre ballet, each movement a testament to the fragility of life and the power I wielded.

Amidst the chaos, I stood, an orchestrator of destruction, a silent observer of the macabre masterpiece unfolding before me.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips, an admiring gaze cast upon the horrific tableau that had unfolded at my command.

It was a scene of twisted beauty, a dark reflection of my desires made manifest.

The once vibrant ballroom was now a scene of carnage, the elegant decor smeared with blood, the air thick with the sounds of pain and panic.

The guests, who moments before had been basking in their own importance, were now reduced to a terrified, fleeing mob.

Some stumbled over fallen bodies, their faces pale with horror.

Others clutched at their wounds, their cries a haunting counterpoint to the chaos.

My heart pounded with a fierce exhilaration, the adrenaline coursing through my veins like liquid fire.

The power I felt was intoxicating, a heady mix of triumph and defiance.

But then, amidst the pandemonium, came the cries for justice.

Accusations pierced through the cacophony, fingers pointed in my direction, branding me as the architect of this nightmare.

The words cut through the chaos, their weight heavy with condemnation.

With a heavy heart, I acknowledged that my time here was drawing to a close.

As I prepared to depart, a sudden onslaught shattered the tranquility of my departure.

A blade, forged in hatred, hurtled towards me with deadly intent. I saw it glint in the dim light, a streak of silver promising death.

Instinctively, I summoned my telekinetic shield, the barrier crackling into existence just in time to intercept the lethal strike.

Yet, even as I deflected the blow, the repercussions reverberated through my being.

Pain erupted like wildfire, searing through my limbs and igniting every nerve ending with an agonizing intensity.

My vision blurred as blood trickled from my nose, a crimson testament to the toll exacted by my own power turned against me.

With a faltering step, I stumbled backward, the world tilting on its axis as darkness threatened to engulf me.

The ground seemed to sway beneath my feet, the room spinning in a disorienting whirl.

Despite the anguish, despite the overwhelming odds stacked against me, one thought remained steadfast in my mind—a resolve to endure, to persevere, even in the face of my own demise.

"You blocked that?"

The voice cut through the haze of pain and fear.

As I glanced up, my eyes met those of an old man, weathered by time yet emanating an aura of formidable strength.

His appearance was unassuming, but a sense of power radiated from him, surpassing even that of James, whose prowess I had previously respected.

"Let's see if you can block this one as well," he uttered calmly, his voice carrying an undertone of challenge as a luminous green light coalesced around his sword, casting an eerie glow in the dim surroundings.

The light pulsed with an almost malevolent energy, promising devastation.

A surge of instinctive apprehension gripped me tightly, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.

My heart raced as I comprehended the imminent danger looming before me, a perilous threat I knew I had to evade swiftly to ensure my survival.

Every fiber of my being screamed for escape, a primal urge to flee from the impending calamity.