Waking up inside of his apartment, Raven glanced around to see all the bottles of alcohol that was by the coffee table. Hearing a bottle roll into his hand. Getting on his feet where he could smell the booze in the entire house. He needed to clean up, bottles inside a plastic bag. Then he heard screams coming from the outside. Pushing the curtain aside, he could see a dungeon portal had broken. Unleashing orcs and goblins running out. With civilians being caught in the mix. He was only at the 3rd floor, so it might be time.

“So much for my peacefulness. Guess Vinter couldn’t stop this one even if he tried.” Raven said as he grabbed a kitchen knife. Placing it to the side, then going over to his gun safe. Putting the code, opening it. Only to see nothing but a pistol and a lot of magazines. A belt for the said magazines.

“I’m quite fucked aren’t I? Damn I need to get my guns back from the gunsmith soon.” Picking up the pistol as muscle memory kicked in. Putting the magazines into the belt, then some onto the chest straps. Hearing the building shaking bit by bit.

“Noisy neighbours. What am I going to do with them. Whatever. I’m going to go shower.” Pushing his sofa, which felt heavy. Hearing the screeching off the wooden floor, which was going to be annoying.

“I could punch a Sovereign to the ground but now, I’ve been limited. It’ll only activate if I kill a goblin or an orc. Not that my 9mm can do shit to an orc. Maybe it can if I fire enough of it to the face.” Raven said as he hit the showers. Whistling a song to himself as he heard the door being struck a few times. Some muffled screaming in the hallway. Stepping out of the bathroom to see his bedroom door being struck a few times. Grabbing the pistol as he emptied the entire 16 round magazine.

The system popped up.

Raven Ashenworth

Class Madness (Hidden: War God)* Can be edited to hide true title. STR 2 (Hidden : You punched a sovereign made of the finest metals to the ground. Can't be calculated now can it?) DEX 10(Hidden: You're good with your hands.) SPD 8(Hidden : You're fast. Real fast.) INT 1(Hidden: You're actually pretty smart in combat matters. Socially awkward and inept like a wolf in a herd of sheep.)

“Damn. INT of 1? Am I that fucking stupid? STR of 2 makes sense since I'm scrawny. I'm not going to question what's the hidden titles. System might bitch at me later. But I'll figure that out on my own. So, let's see my skills. Anything broken?"

Skills.

Bloodthirst The more you kill, the greater your damage output. Gaiety You enjoy fighting, tend to smile, laugh or chuckle a lot. *Hidden : Yes I think you're insane. Mastery of Firearms You're good with a gun. *Hidden : You shot a dragon sovereign with a sniper cannon at 20KM away. Right through the eyes.* CQC Specialist Close Quarters combat is just like yoga to you. Limiter Off Only when you need it. Reverts all your power as the War God for 5 minutes. Though you will be knocked out for five days after that. Or you will just suffer a lot of pain. Level Headed Nobody. Nobody can shake your mind or even do anything to control you with hypnosis. You're also immune to fear effects. Though debuffs from fear effects still work.

“I can't tell if I want to throw this system off a building or if this system is trolling me." Grumbling as he tied his hair into a bun, with a chopstick keeping it together.

I am terrified of you.

"Fair. So what about my gear?"

Custom 2011

Ajax Customs.

10mm caliber.

14+1 capacity.

Damage 2.

Yamamoto Metalworks Kitchen Knife

Excellent Craftsmanship.

Damage : 3.

"Eh, it'll do." Raven then dried his hair as he grabbed his clothes. Putting on a white shirt, a pair of slacks and a pair of leather monk strap shoes. Opening his door, where he found a dozen goblins inside.

Screeching at him as they went after him with an attack. A step to the side to dodge an arrow, a kick to a goblin’s face. Knife to the throat, then firing the pistol that forced them to hide by the corners. Slitting the goblin’s throat while he kept his eye on the living room. Throwing the knife at a corner, forcing two goblins to step out. 5 shots for each. They dropped dead as Raven grabbed a whiskey bottle. A goblin screeched out to attack him from the left, swinging the bottle to the face. Then firing the remaining 5 shots. Throwing the bottle as he whistled while the reload. A goblin climbed over the sofa, leaping directly at him. Raven ducked, letting the goblin crash into a wall. Stepping out to shoot the remaining ones in the head. Emptying his magazine as the goblin tried again from behind. Raven simply kicked its shin, holding the pistol by the slide. Bashing its head in. Blood smeared over his clothes as Raven let out a sigh.

“Fuck. I just bought this shirt. Well at least they got some weapons. Better than my kitchen knife.” Raven said as he grabbed a hatchet, then hearing something rumble downstairs. A glance out the window, where he could see magic elements being fired away.

“Bout time they got here. I wonder what’s the bodycount for this one.” Raven went to the door, seeing an orc with a club staring at him. The orc smiled as he swung the club downwards, breaking the door frame as Raven rolled back. Firing shots to the face, where the orc used the club as a shield.

“Not as stupid as I thought. Well, guess I’ll have to get in close.” Smiling as the orc swung the club around. Trying to swat Raven away like a fly, only to have the legs shot a few times. He got close, then the orc slapped him away. A mid-air recovery as Raven sprung off the wall. Hatchet to the leg, sliding through the gap beneath the leg as the orc fell. Roaring in pain as Raven emptied the entire magazine into the back of its head.

“Fucking bullet sponge.” It was still bleeding but not dead. Raven just grabbed a high heel from the floor, mounting on its back and swung it into the orc’s eye. It rolled to the side, throwing him off. Hands touching the door frame, it was blinded. Attempting to run off, only for Raven to grab a cleaver and throw it into the back of its head. A loud thud as Raven just fell on his butt.

"Why do I have this high heel here? Shit, who did I bring back last night?I don’t have strength for the club. It’d be better if there were some hobgoblins.” Raven thought out loud as he went downstairs, seeing a man being thrown out of the apartment. Followed by a club that crushed the man completely. Noticing a pair of orcs stepping out. A meat cleaver in one hand and a hatchet in the other.

“Ah fuck it. I might as well just get some experience out of it.” Then hearing his stomach rumble. Raven felt his drool fall off his lips.

“Time to make you two into food!” Going after them was easy because they were rattled. Orcs could never see them being prey to a weaker species but Raven was a different case. He saw them as food, grilled orc meat tasted good. Laughing as the orcs could not help but freeze up from the fear. Raven began hacking through their flesh, and bones in mere seconds.

‘Earned a new skill.’

Exotic Food Enjoyer We... We did see you eat a dragon. Then you ate a Sovereign that was a phoenix. Killing it. Over and over again just to eat its flesh and flames. You even turned it into chicken stock that one time. You're evil.

“Oh yeah that did happen. I’m too lazy to grill it. I’ll just eat it raw.” Raven said as he ate some bits of orc flesh, only to hear screeching from below and above. Seeing the orcs who had witnessed the event, they immediately began to hide.

The orcs are terrified of you because they just saw you eat their brethren raw.’

“Well. More food for me then! Come back here!” Raven went hunting after the orcs. One ran into the house of his neighbor, instead of trying to hurt the family of 5. It was cowering in fear as Raven butchered it. When he was done, he finally noticed them. They were cowering by the corner of the kitchen.

“Oh, Mister Perry! Hello.”

“Raven? Are you alright? Why… Why are they running from you?” A sheepish smile on Raven's face as he was trying to figure out what to say. But honesty is the best policy so he said.

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“Oh I got hungry so I ate some of their flesh. It’s real good if you grill it with spices.” Mister Perry’s eyes turned white as he fainted from that revelation.

“Well, for the time being just stay here. Okay? For once, I get to have lunch and do minimal work.” Another orc came to see what had happened, only to see Raven’s eyes lit up at its presence.

“Come here, you walking steak!” Raven began to hunt the orcs inside the place, occasionally when he found goblins. He’d just chop them up real fast. Slowly getting better as he was chopping the orcs into actual parts. Blood smeared on his face like a butcher working for the slaughter. A swing as blood splashed to his face, where Raven licked it.

“Orc blood sausages sound fun too. Maybe I should experiment with them later on.” Raven dodged an arrow from a goblin. A simple side step as he glanced at the goblin. Legs turning into noodles as Raven threw the hatchet that split the head wide open. Removing the hatchet, then kicking the body off. Glancing at it splattered on the pavement.

“2 points. It'd be an 8 if I made it flip. Ah wlel, anyway...Are there anymore of you walking steaks!? Come on get down here already?! You’re going to die anyway so might as well die and be my food!” His shout was heard by everyone in the apartment. Waiting for something to make noise, tapping his foot impatiently because the idea of having more orc steaks was appealing.

“Alright! If you’re all safe get out of here!”

“What about you?” Misses Perry asked.

“Forget that, I’m going back to my room. I need to get a fresh set of clothes. Goblin blood smells like crap!” Raven said as he went back to his room while everyone had abandoned the building. He had taken some of the orc steaks and brought them back. Throwing them onto the pan, butter with some spices. The last stick of butter and the last of his spices. Pushing a dead goblin's body off the table, placing the plate. Getting a glass of alcohol, savoring the smell. Excited as the smell of the steak was reaching into his nose. Waking up his body's appetite.

As the knife was about to cut through. Tragedy struck the plate, as an arrow struck his plate from the outside. It was a goblin arrow. Which is normally coated with poison and at times feces. In other words. He had shit on his plate. The anger was bulging through his veins, as he pressed his nose. If that was not enough, a pebble flew through the window. Shattering the wine in his hand. Grabbing a cloth, wiping the stains off the alcohol. A deep exhale, then suddenly a pebble struck his ass.

“OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” Rushing to the window, seeing goblins, hobgoblins and orcs running about. Orcs throwing cars around as the Hunters and the Reactionary Forces began their counter attack. Civilians were being caught in the middle. Tank Hunters rushing in with their shields to help bring them to safety.

“Well. Those morons in the Reactionary Forces can barely fight. They’re just new Hunters forced into the draft. I mean looking at that one kid who can barely use the sniper rifle.” Raven watched as the young Hunter struggled with the rifle. Firing a shot, but barely being able to work the bolt's action. Fumbling with shaky hands, it was tough even for Raven to watch.

“Hey rookie with the rifle! It’s a bolt action. Fire a shot, grab the handle, and push it upwards. Pull back, then push new bullet in. Push the handle down. Also take a deep breath before every shot.” Raven shouted as an orc threw a car at his window, forcing him to take a step back.

“Insurance is so not going to cover that. Well, might as well greet the neighbors." Raven ran down the staircase. Rushing out, seeing an orc throwing a car where he pulled a Reactionary Force soldier by his side. If he didn't this person would've gone splat and he was not interested in human blood over his clothes. Not out of the kindness of his heart but rather, because he would have to see the Hunter die a slow crushing death. Which sucks.

“Keep your head screwed on straight. Dumbass. What’s your skill?”

“Erm.. It’s… It’s telekinesis but it’s weak.” A brief glance at the corpses of Hunters, trying to see if any of them had a weapon he could use. There was one.

“Can you use it to grab that dead Hunter’s shotgun and ammo for me?”

“But you’re a civilian!” To which they see a Hunter be sent flying thanks to another flying car.

“Just get me the shotgun.”

“Okay, but… If you die that’s on you!” Raven got the shotgun where he checked it. It was a decent quality and its damage was at 12 but it's range is garbage. It's a shotgun after all. Wait, it'd be weird for Raven to comment on it since he TECHNICALLY FLEW INTO THE AIR WITH A PAIR OF SHOTGUNS but that's a story for a later time.

“Semi-automatic shotgun. It’s decent. Good enough for those things I guess.. Wait, shit.” Loading in the shells and he stopped midway because of a sudden realization.

“What is it!?” The Hunter spoke up, worried about something.

“I forgot to change my clothes. Ah well.” Raven loaded a shell as he ran out, whistling to himself as the hobgoblins got close. A shotgun blast blowing the leg off, following it up with an elbow to the face. Foot on the neck, to crush the trachea as he fired another three shots. 00 Buck does wonders at close ranges. Splattering the hobgoblins flesh to the walls. An orc threw a car at him.

“Predictable but hey, you’re dead walking steak!” Raven slid beneath the car, running straight up to the orc. It swung the club downwards, with Raven running up the arm. Firing a shot, blowing its head off. No time to celebrate as arrows were flying at his direction, Raven just rolled to the side. Loading shotgun shells, when he heard wailing on the inside. Kicking the door open, seeing a mother holding her infant child.

“Come over here!” The mother went to his side.

“Now, I’m going to run up and shoot them. When I do, you just run to the Hunters and don’t look back. Okay?” She gave a nod.

“Now!” Raven ran out of cover as he fired shots at the hobgoblin archers who were in cover. One hobgoblin tried to surprise him from the left, concealed by the car. Only for Raven to kick it in the shin, then smashing its head into the windscreen with his elbow. Firing more shots, until he ran dry.

“Well. I’m out of ammo. But this shotgun does make a good baseball bat.” Flicking it to safe as Raven ran straight into the fray, swinging the shotgun like a baseball bat. Chuckling his way through the battlefield, he may not have the strength but the savage beatdowns he did? It was enough to scare the monsters away. Leaping onto an orc, gouging out the eyes with his bare hands. A hatchet as he chopped off its head.

“Come on walking steaks! I’m going to have you all pay for ruining my damn house! AND MY FUCKING MEAL!” The orc chieftain made the arrival along with a goblin lord and a hobgoblin champion.

“It’s always something.” Raven said as he turned to a weakened Hunter to the side. Then noticing a few more of them around.

“Ah. So they use other Hunters as bait. Hey, mind if I borrow your knife?”

“It’s… It’s not that great… Why aren’t you running? It's dangerous..."

“Well, they left a giant hole in my house. Ruined my steak. Broke my wine glass. I mean I don't know. Just want to kill it, I guess." Picking up the knife as he turned to the injured Hunter.

"Think you can get out of here with your injured friends?"

"If you buy us time... We might..."

"Take all the time you need. I'm going to piss it off." Raven walked over to the orc chieftain, hobgoblin champion and the goblin lord. The chieftain merely puffed its nose. Looking at the knife, it was an exquisite looking karambit. Scratching his head, but sometimes the best way to piss someone off? Is a kick to the genitals. Raven kicked the orc chieftain right in the genitals, then using the knife to slit his throat. The hobgoblin champion reacted by swinging the sword at him, only to see Raven take a step to the side. Going after the ligaments and muscles. Surgically slicing through the nerves.

The knowledge he had on the anatomy of various monsters did help, allowing him a greater control over his weapon. Humming to himself as he went for the hobgoblin champion's eye, then a palm strike to the jaw. Throwing it off course as he slit the hobgoblin champion's neck. The goblin lord readied a knife to go for Raven's leg, only to be parried. Seeing Raven's smile as he poked the goblin lord's eyes with his fingers. A singular slice of the jugular vein, the goblin lord's blood splashed over him with Raven turning to the others.

"I can't wait to have steak for a few days. But goblin blood stinks. Ah, who cares. I need to finish this up." Moving fast, he was using their own tactics against them. The orcs were at a disadvantage with their clubs, Raven's nimbleness had them in a daze. Slitting throats. A step to the side to avoid the club, run up to the body. Slit the throat. The hobgoblins despite their strength and speed, could feel the difference as they were easier to reach. Narrow misses with their attacks, slitting throats fast. Arrows came from behind as Raven just used a hobgoblin as a shield, letting the arrows pierce into the body.

"Sucks to be you." Dropping the body as he went after the archers. Drawing out his pistol, firing shots to throw them off. A singular dash, he could see the pathway to cut them up. Only for the neck, gentle slices. He had to be as gentle as he was cutting sashimi because of how fast he was going. Using too much force and getting stuck would be a problem. Which it did occur.

"Shit." A goblin came running at him with a spear, only for Raven to just use his shoe to kick the spear upwards. Using his knee to break the spear and grabbing the broken top half with the blade. Driving it straight into the goblin's head. Piercing all the way through.

"Skewered goblin. Gross." letting go off the spear as he twirled to the side to free the karambit from the bone. Raven walked over to a Hunter's corpse, picking up a rifle and two spare magazines.

"A battle rifle. Nice." Snapping to his targets, pulling the trigger. No time to check on the pink mists, too busy thinning down the herd. Constantly moving, a club caught him off guard. The orc grinned, only for Raven to shoot it right in the genitals. A quick reload as he swapped magazines. Slamming the bolt release as the rifle was back in battery. Like a turret, he had sights on his targets. Trigger pull after trigger pull, Raven could feel the tension rise. The magazine was empty as he put the rifle on safe. Then using the buttstock to bash a goblin's head in. A hobgoblin went after him with a horizontal slash. Raven merely ducked and drew his pistol. Firing into the genitals as the hobgoblin screamed, falling to the ground as Raven pointed the gun to the head. Firing a shot, then tucking his pistol close to his chest. Rolling to the side as the orcs began swinging their clubs.

"The wheels on the bus go round... And round." Stopping right before an orc, shooting it in the genitals. Then emptying the entire magazine into the head. Getting back on his feet, thumb hitting the magazine release. Swinging it to the side where it struck a goblin's head. Taking one of the magazines from his chest strap, thumb flicking the slide release. Firing a shot straight through the goblin's head.

A hobgoblin's hatchet struck the pistol, forcing it out of Raven's hand. A jab to the face, then Raven used his teeth to rip the hobgoblin's flesh from the neck. Spitting out the flesh and blood.

"Why did I do that? I could've just punched him. There goes my gun..." The monsters just stood frozen at what they had seen, Raven grabbed a pair of hatchets. Seeing the chips and nicks off the hatchet's blade, which further added to his annoyance. He needed to make most of it then, it was going to be tedious but that was just how these things go. Going straight at them with a grin, singing a random song in his head. A random pop song that was about love for life. Why? Perhaps he was enjoying himself in this senseless slaughter.

But is it really senseless? I mean I do want to kill them as payback. The constant swinging had slowly cut the monsters down. Like a chainsaw tearing through trees in a forest, he was having his fun and fill of the day. Soon, it was over. Which meant Raven would have a chance to get to the orc chieftain. Cutting up some of the body parts for the flesh, particularly the belly and the shoulders. Grabbing a random plastic bag and placed the meats inside.

"Maybe I'll do orc blood sausage another time... Which reminds me." Raven turned to the chaos that had just occurred. One would think he was wondering if the people were safe. Actually, he was just worried that his car got thrown around. Walking back to the apartment area, where he could see the Hunters and Reactionary Force members just helping each other out. Glancing over to see a gray car that was inside of a building. Smacking his forehead, Raven was at his wits end.

"Yeah... That's. My car. Inside of a building. This just can't get any worse now can it?" His mouth was a jinx of sorts as a bunch of goblin corpses fell out from the seventh floor of the apartment, splattering onto the ground as they formed a mound.

"Oh, sorry!"

"System."

Yes?

"Vinter must be laughing isn't he?"

Yes. He is laughing but as a result of laughing at that. An entire table fell on him.

"Did it hurt his head?"

He's still laughing despite being beneath the table...

"Sounds about right." Raven lit a cigarette as he just stared at his phone. Checking to see if the insurance companies will pay for what had just happened and sadly, the answer was NO. He felt his heart sink.

Fuck it. I'm going to go buy some spices and herbs at the nearby grocery store. Only for Raven to see the said grocery store in question, had its sign fall down onto the cars below. Which ended up crushing his car.

Damn. I can't even be mad. Raven just sat by the steps of his apartment entrance with the lit cigarette. Slumped over all of the things that had happened. His steak will have to wait...