"I'LL KEEP HAVING FUN MURDERING AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE!!!"

* * *

"Ah, of course, that's what he's doing," Nathan said.

He was the one to propose that crazy idea of pulling the civilians into this war...It makes me glad that Lilith hasn't evacuated after all. Nathan thought. Speaking of which...I can never let Lilith out of my sight unprotected...with Jack being as insane as he is...

"Anyways, I suppose it's time for me to go now," Nathan stated, much to Lilith's displeasure.

"Yeah, me too," Zack added. "I can't waste any time lingering while Olivia could be executed at any time."

"Don't worry, Zack." The developer said. "You'll be sure to save her if you follow my lead."

"Will you be fine...on your own?" With a pouting expression, Lilith asked Nathan. "You'll come back, right?" Seeing her pouting face, Nathan simply smiled.

"Yeah, I'll come back. It's the least I could do for you, who has never left me."

"...Alright." Lilith accepted.

Your concerned face is...cute. Nathan thought as he smirked.

"Now that that's settled, how do we return to the city anyway?" Nathan asked.

"Check your GPS." The developer suggested. Obliging, he checked his phone, and saw the location.

"...Okay."

"Not going to thank me?" The developer teased.

"Well, see you later, guys," Nathan said to Lilith, Zack, and the NPCs, ignoring the developer. "Oh, Zack. You should take this." He said before materializing a vest and ballistic helmet. "I'm not sure how useful it would be...but at least it's something."

Widening his eyes, Zack simply stared at Nathan.

"...What?" Nathan asked in confusion.

"You...do care..." Zack said with teary eyes.

"Sigh, just take the damn thing." He responded as he shoved the protective gear onto Zack's chest, forcing him to hold them.

"Thank you, Nathan," Zack said with a smile. Annoyed, Nathan simply rolled his eyes.

"Whatever...anyways, later," Nathan said before running off. Zack was left smiling and staring at the gear he received while everyone else looked at him with cringe.

I'm not going to need these...but this is the first time I've ever been given something by a friend...

* * *

In only five minutes after Jack's massacre of innocent civilians, fighter jets appeared on the scene, which he noticed.

"Oh, my?" Jack said as he watched the fighter jets were descending, while he was using the corpse of a civilian as a seat. "It's about time you buggers come."

Suddenly, as the fighter jets descended, super soldiers hopped out and landed in Jack's proximity.

Wow. What a grand entrance they're making.

Immediately after landing, the super soldiers hastily marched up to Jack. They had guns and other equipment on their person. Jack did not look or feel threatened, as he still sat on the corpse and watched as they approached him, before casually getting up when they were up close.

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"Hey, mates!" Jack greeted.

"JACK THE RIPPER!" A super soldier yelled.

"C'mon, guys. You can call me Jack." Said Jack sarcastically. "We've known each other for long enough, don't you think?"

"WHY ARE YOU HERE!" The super soldier continued. "YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE CAUGHT UP IN THE WAR!!!"

"Huh, that is a good point, mate," Rubbing his chin, Jack responded. "The reason I'm here...well, you guys could just look around and see for yourselves!"

They already knew what he meant as they saw the corpses littering the area.

"YOU BASTARD! YOU SOMEHOW ESCAPED OUR FORCES...JUST TO TAKE ALL THESE INNOCENT LIVES!?"

"Yeah...I just couldn't help myself." Jack responded with his trademark twisted smile.

"KILL HI--"

"Wait, buggers," Jack interjected. "Are you going to fire in a residential area...where people are hiding?"

"Haven't you already murdered everyone in this area?"

"Have I?" Jack asked as he pointed to an assortment of bushes. In the bushes were people desperately hiding. Seeing Jack point in their direction immediately caused them to become frightened.

"You...bastard..." The super soldier scowled.

"What about over there?" Jack continued as he pointed at a car. Under it was a small child, hiding from the killer that is Jack.

"There's likely more buggers hiding around here." Jack continued. "And I'm sure you guys know I can dodge bullets."

As Jack was speaking, the super soldiers lowered their guns as if weighing the risks of shooting in an area where civilians were hiding.

"If you shoot, you'll run the risk of killing the civilians you should be protecting!" Jack said as his smile got bigger. "Unless your job to eliminate 'blessed' criminals outweighs the safety of the civilians!"

'Tsk, dammit...what do we do..." A super soldier asked his comrades.

"...We have to...lure him back to the war zones...somehow..." Another responded.

"You guys are thinking about getting me back in the war zones, right?" Jack easily deduced, much to their annoyance. "Well, too bad. Killing civilians isn't the only reason I came here!"

Suddenly, Jack disappeared, and in a muffle bang, he appeared in front of the bushes where the people were hiding.

"NO! STOP!" The super soldier yelled, but it was too late. With knives in hand, Jack did a quick set of movements, resulting in excessive blood splatter. The civilians didn't even get a chance to scream, as he murdered them that quickly.

"DAMN YOU!" The super soldier yelled, and in retaliation they began firing at Jack. As he said before, however, Jack easily avoided the bullets by doing a singular, long-distance covering backflip. Thankfully, the bullets did not hit any innocents. He then jumped up on the top of a building.

"Let's play a game, guys!" Jack yelled. "I'm going to go around and murder anyone I see, and you guys are going to try and stop me!"

"DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME!!!"

"Actually, yes...it is a game," Jack responded. "Anyways, I'm going to go now. You guys can call as many reinforcements as you want!"

"DON'T MOV--" The super soldier yelled as they aimed at Jack, but it was too late as he had already started running.

"SHIT! FOLLOW HIM!!!" Upon his orders, the super soldiers started to chase Jack. They quickly found themselves to be lacking, however. Despite their super-sonic levels of speed, Jack was far faster.

He was free to do what he wanted, and he knew. Randomly choosing a civilian as he ran past, they would be slaughtered before they knew what happened, due to the speed at which he was going.

Slicing their throats so deep that they were almost beheaded, or even the complete beheading, they were killed. As if death himself, Jack showed no mercy to the unsuspecting victims as he passed through.

"Tsk...how the hell can someone be this way..." A super soldier asked as they passed the corpses.

"I'm alerting everyone that Jack's spotted here...the other criminals may come here too." Another advised.

"...That may be the right idea...But, I fear for how many people will die when this war is over..."

Haha, this is great! I get to murder so many buggers. Although I would have liked them to suffer more, it's still good! I can't kill too much yet though, as we'll need as many civilians as possible to put these destructive buggers at a disadvantage.

As he was running, Jack turned to see the civilians he left alive processing and reacting to the deceased in despair. As if uncontrollably, Jack's sadistic smile became full-blown.

Yes...this is it! I truly understand why the developer chose me to carry out his mission! Each of us has different purposes in the murder game. Charles's purpose may be to take out the strongest super soldiers, and Ada's purpose may be to form a group of her own to fight against the military...but mine...

Suddenly, Jack began to chuckle.

Killing, ruining and destroying. My purpose in this is to murder as much as possible! That's always been my purpose...ever since I was born!

* * *

Over to the blessed slaughterer, he and his fellow blessed hunters received the information about Jack's location in a safe area.

"Damn...that Jack is an annoying bastard..." Said Zombie.

"Yeah, I'm surprised he managed to get past all of the military forces," Lancer added. "Don't you think, blessed--"

Looking at the blessed slaughterer, they were met with a great feeling of tension. The blessed slaughterer was angered, and they had felt it from the top of their heads to the tip of their toes.

"...Enough messing around." The blessed slaughterer responded with a stone-cold face. "We have a job to finish...now."