Berserk? Sounds so much like something I would be into heheh... Alan thought to himself.
But sadly, Alan didn’t have enough curse points to exchange for berserk, so he had to get to killing. Which to be honest, he had no qualms about. Because if they treated him and other demi-humans like livestock why did he not have the right to treat them the same way? Kill or be killed was his new motto.
Now, some explanations about Pluto’s population. Being a dwarf planet and on the outskirts of the solar system, this planet was prime real estate for the wealthy and wanna-be-adventurers. It had a small population since most of Earth 1 had left to travel Earth 2’s realm or to go beyond the molded Universes to the other realities. Part of the Complete Domination Movement. Typical humans. Now the CDM as they are called, are comprised of both government-funded Conquerors and privately funded Expansionists. With a single goal: Dominate everything.
So Pluto was prime real estate for those wanting to either live outside of the sphere of activity in the center of the solar system and those who want to expand the power of the chancelleries in Earth 1’s universe. But there weren’t many of them so the actual population of Pluto is around 82,658.
However, that all didn’t matter to Alan one bit. To him, all that mattered was revenge against the entirety of existence. No love or friendship existed in his mind. Kill, kill, kill, was the only thought.
And so he did.
Around 7 Days Later.
BANG BANG! The ricocheting noises of attack type gifts being used to attack a giant wall of metal rang out.
“Keep firing!!! Don’t let that monster get any closer!!!” One of the last surviving defender’s on Pluto shouted out
Responding to the first man’s shout a second rallying cry was voiced. “Fight back! don’t give up!”
“Mommy wake up!!!” A little girl cried over her bleeding parent.
The inhabitants had been fighting for three days and so far had no success, all communications, supplies, everything was gone. No matter what they tried, The giant metal wall crept closer and closer, smashing all their defenses and creating a smooth path for the monster they were speaking of. That monster being one Half-Elf, named Alan Maverick.
With no sleep or rest, he had continually massacred the inhabitants of Pluto.
Neighborhood by neighborhood.
Row by row.
House by house.
Family by family.
Person by person.
None were spared.
He had started out silently, with no one being the wiser until halfway through the week when a fourth of the population disappeared, simultaneously Alan also became strong enough to be more aggressive with his killing.
So far his status window looked like this.
NAME: Alan Maverick
Race: Half-Elf
(true race hidden)
Level: 52
Class: None
TITLE(S):
[The Monster]: you have killed so many, your hands are stained red with blood. You can condense a killing aura.
[The Accursed]: You are the bane of existences. +100% all attacks against your enemies. All attacks have cursed debuff.
Exp: 65,304
(next level:100,000)
Gift(s):
{Fire control}
{Restricted Ice Control}
{Metal Control}
{Restricted earth Control}
{Restricted Wind Control}
{Sand Control}
Stolen story; please report.
{Illusion Control}
{Restricted Future Sight}
{Gravity Control}
{Darkness Control}
{Restricted Teleportation}
[Artistic skills]
[all languages]
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Curses:
[Destiny’s Thief]
[The Ouroboros]
Cursed Counter:
Points currently owned: 43,698
Points Gained Total:
82,459
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Minion System:
Fire Wolves(summoned): 150
Fire Wyvern(summoned): 2
Metal Golem(summoned): 52
Reward System Items (Owned):
Infinity pocket realm: Store anything you want. (mana required)
Shapeshifting: You can be anything you want. (mana required)
Appraisal: Nothing hides from your eyes.
Berserk level two: x4 stat increase for short duration, side effect being immobile for 20 minutes after use.
Bloodline Assimilation:
None
?????
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Strength
650
Intelligence
750
Agility
700
Wisdom
750
Vitality
700
Dexterity
700
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Health
2910/3000
Health Regen
200/s
Mana
2354/5000 (high affinity)
Mana Regen
200/s
So you might be curious about why he still doesn’t have a class. That is because there hasn’t been one he likes yet. Magic swordsman, Knight, Caster, Healer, none of those appealed to Alan. He was hoping to have one by the time he annihilates an entire planet of people.
Ugh, I guess I won’t have a new class before I leave Pluto… *Sigh*...
Deciding it was finally time to massacre these last few resistance fighters, he sent his miniature army in their base, which was a fortified Walmart.
As the few remaining Plutonians were being slaughtered, Alan received a mental image from one of his fire wolves. It showed someone helping him kill off the remaining fighters. The only strange thing was that this person seemed to be drinking their blood after killing them...
Most interesting... I wonder if this is the vampire the news was talking about a week ago... Alan Thought to himself as he tried to decide what to do with this person. I could kill it... Get its gift, or I could try out the minion system I got from the reward system a while ago...
Deciding it would be more fun to have it as a minion, Alan proceeded into the fortified Walmart, ashamed that such a thing would exist as a fortified Walmart. To catch a vampire.
Thirty minutes later:
CLANG!! CRASH!!!
So flashback, she, yes the vampire is a female, did not take kindly to being demanded to surrender and become a minion. So she did the logical vampire thing and shouted out something about drinking Alan's blood and tried to attack him. And that's where we are right now.
"Fuck!" Alan yelled out as a piece of metal was thrown, cutting his arm open and causing a spout of blood to erupt from the wound.
Jumping behind one of his metal golems he sent a mental message recalling all the minions he had in the surrounding.
GET THE FUCK OVER HERE THIS BITCH IS CRAZY!!!
Heeding his message, every metal golem and fire wolf ceased their attack and, with the two fire wyverns, rushed over to the corner of Walmart where the battle between Alan and the vampire was raging.
Just as Alan managed to send out the message, the extending claws of the vampire sliced through the metal golem that was shielding him.
"SON OF A FUCKING BITCH I LIKED THAT ONE!!!!!" Alan yelled out, completely ignoring the fact his health had dropped below half. "I gave him a crown and everything! he was my first golem! I named him Ricky Picky Licky Dicky Nicky!"
"Bastard stop running and making jokes! I am a royal descendant of the Bloodsucking race will not be a minion of such a lowly halfbreed!" The vampire shouted back before lunging with her claws that had extended to over six feet towards Alan, however, she had struck his trigger nerve.
As she was lunging, Alan went from having fun with a psychotic raging female vampire, to pissed as all fucking hell. The one thing that will always set him off was his lineage, so when she screamed out about it, the fight went from a 'friendly' spar to a full out war.
And Alan could very likely be the incarnation of the god of war.
In his mind, he was speaking faster than the ear could sort out he was activating every gift he had.
Ice armor equip!
Fire armor equip!
Earth armor equip!
Metal armor equip!
Air armor equip!
Gravity armor equip!
ALL WEAPONS ACTIVATE!!!!
In just a millisecond a whirlwind of mana and elemental energy sprang up around Alan as he stood there, looking like the definition of rage, the entire Walmart started rattling and shaking as wave after wave of power emanated from inside of it.
Immediately sensing something wrong, the vampire tried to retreat however to her horror she found that she couldn't move, it was like gravity was holding her in a death grip.
"Don't. You. Ever. Bring. That. Up. Again." He muttered softly, like the calm before the storm. "Or. Else."
"O-ok..." Was the meek reply from the vampire, who was currently immobilized by his {Gravity Control}.
"Now listen closely," Alan said barely containing his anger. "Either you die or choose to follow me, if you follow me I will never forsake you and my power will be yours as well. Because that is what my minion system does, it makes a version of my abilities for you to use. Now, do you accept?"
Weighing her options, she obviously decided on her only logical choice. "I-I accept..."
Notification: Do you wish to accept [Royal Vampire Seras] as your minion?
Y/N
Choosing yes, he was greeted with another satisfying pop up screen.
Notification: Minion gained,
[Royal Vampire Seras]