1st Person (Junichiro)

“What the hell………” [Junichiro]

Red blood entered vision.

My opponent is supposed to be a light golem, which I had destroyed countless times.

They do not contain any form of red fluids in them.

When I strike them, they just shatter like ceramic bowls.

Then, whose blood is this?

“…………” [Junichiro]

I don’t have a single injury. It’s my body, so I know that the best.

But blood is still flowing out even now.

That’s right, from the chest of the light golem I pierced with my .

“No, this can’t be……….” [Junichiro]

At that point in time, I got a really bad premonition.

Calm down, there’s no way; if this is not a light golem then it must be some other humanoid monster.

That’s right; most monsters do have red blood after all.

This guy must also be one of them.

“…………” [Junichiro]

Assuming that, I should have just returned to my prison.

However, before I realized, my hands reached for the mask of this golem, whose blood still flowing out of his chest.

“What have I done…………” [Junichiro]

Removing the mask, what appeared was black hair and black eyes similar to me, a Japanese.

To make it worse, it was a face that I recognized.

“NO!!!”

It was Masaru; he laid there with a smile on his face.  

I killed him?

No way, that’s not it. I didn’t mean to do it.

After all, if I had not defeated him, I would have been killed, and I didn’t know it was him.

I didn’t know my opponent was a human, and my best friend.

As I made more excuses to justify myself, I glanced into the soulless eyes of my friend, whom had been with me for at least 8 years.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH”

As I cried my heart out, a sudden thought entered my mind.

It was all part of their plan.

These masked bastards, I’ll kill them all.

As these thoughts continued to rampage in my head, I felt a sharp pain.

The ring started acting up again, trying to quell my resistance, but the murderous thoughts just kept coming.

The ring continued to try and suppress the uprising murderous thoughts in vain.

A wave of killing intent surged outwards, scaring those bastards in the viewing chamber.

I will butcher these pigs.

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An obsidian black sword materialized in front of me, and I grabbed the handle, releasing another wave.

As I was prepared to jump upwards to smash the windows of the chamber, I heard the geezer’s sudden commands to his subordinates.

“End the experiment now, and shut down the subject!” [Geezer]

As he said that, wave of nausea overcame me, and sent me to dreamland. The last thing I heard before my eyes closed, was the geezer’s voice, saying:

“Take No. 56 and throw him back into his cell.” [Geezer]

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1st Person (Masked Employee)

“AHHHHHHHHHHH” [Subject #56]

As Subject #56 saw the face of Subject #62, whom was once his friend, he let out a loud wail of despair.

Today’s experiment was not the same as the ones before. The experiments before were to let the subject get used to, and imprint combat experience into its body.

The experiments were largely successful, with some near-failures here and there. With these scores, we were intending to let #56 to become a leader of the evil god squad.

Although the scores produced were inadequate, as compared to subject #49, whom had escaped a month ago, it was the best of the current batch.

The bad news, however, was that this subject had incredible mental strength, even when compared to Subject #49. I was worried and informed Sir Ganache, the regal old man whom was in charge of this facility, and he gave me thanks for the heads up, before giving some instructions for the final test.

The final test was not designed as a combat experiment. It was more of a procedure, rather than an experiment. All subjects, whom had fought and won all the combat experiments, will go through this phase, to break their mind, or ego, to assist the ring in taking full control of the host. This is usually done by sending another subject to fight this subject.

When this procedure ends, the subject would be subjected to mental torture from their own guilt, and would try to avoid the world. Using this point, the ring will take control of the host’s body, and slowly erode the existing soul.

Although Sir Ganache had already been informed, and had made preparations to counter the subject’s strong willpower, I still felt a strange sense of unease during the procedure. God, please give us your blessings, and let not the unthinkable happen.