2 Chapter 2 Overlord (1/2)
”BEGIN”
Once the voice sounded everyone began to look at each other waiting for the person who would try to kill them all. In the corner of my eye I can see another counter, that is slowly counting down the time remaining to become the overlord of this group.
The fear, anger, confusion, all these emotions and more keep appearing on the faces of these strangers, until finally the counter is approaching zero and we can't wait any longer.
Suddenly almost as one, three voices sound out, one filled with a timid greed, one full of naked aggression, and finally one perfectly calm.
”O..o overlord”
”OVERLORD!”
”Overlord.”
I step forward after calling out in a calm voice, feeling completely refreshed because I could finally stop hiding behind the mask I wear that big brother commanded I put on. Completely free from the moral dilemma I need to constantly stress over I feel like a weight of a mountain as been shrugged off.
With a smile I look over at the other two who have stepped out and to my surprise one of them was the old man. Sweating profusely he looks at me and the last one to call out the large black man, looking like he is having a the time of his life he starts hopping on the spot throwing out a few clumsy punches like he is trying to impersonate a boxer warming up.
I realise that once I took that step I couldn't move forward towards my new opponents, figuring out what's happening I wait for the annoying voice and as I expected
”PFFT HA HA HA, now we have a show little ones. Before the bloodbath let me remind you that before you can kill anyone else, there can only be one overlord left standing. I hope you don't regret your choice later. Now without anymore waiting, LET THE SLAUGHTER BEGIN HU HA HA HA.”
With his final annoying laugh I feel the restriction to my movement lifted and I look over at my two foes. The old man pales almost as if he can't understand what he has done until a look of madness comes over him and he starts laughing crazily. Seemingly having lost his mind he slowly starts moving towards the black man. Then when the black man just grins taunting the pot bellied man, with that he finally snaps and rushes into a tackle moving far faster then anyone thought he could.
A look of surprise flashes over my face as the black man is tackled to the ground from the other man's momentum. Realising this is my chance I slowly make my way over as to not warn them in advance of my approach, though it seems unnecessary from the fact the fat man is straddling the black man and is just raining down punches on his face, as the black man's arms attempt to soak up some of the abuse.
Finally after a couple of minutes the fatty is out of steam and the black man's face is caved in with blood and teeth scattered around. With his victory the man breaks into a intense roar of satisfaction.
''Aaaaaahhhhhhhh. Try to fuk with me you bloody are. Spit. Laugh at me, taunt me, go ahead try me. HAHAHAHAHA. Haven't felt this good in years.''
He starts looking around and seems to enjoy the others looks of fear, especially from the girls his eyes lingering on each of their bodies with a lewd look, almost drooling from the fantasy going on in his head. He realised something was off though. Everyone had a face of fear but they weren't staring at him but behind him. With a realisation that he forgot about someone he goes to stand up but feels something wrap around his neck and feeling a force hit the side of his head.
SNAP
With his world going black a look of disbelief appears on his face, and with the unwillingness in his eyes radiating out he finally dies.
Letting go of the fat man not even knowing his name in the end I brush my hands off on my pants to get rid of the blood and sweat. A feeling of pleasure ripples through my body as I finally experience my first human kill. Standing there trying to savor the moment the annoying voice shows up to ruin the moment.
”CONGRATULATIONS we have an overlord for this round even if I personally would have preferred the fatty it's fine. For now though this round can begin, I hope you crowd of challengers put up a decent fight, HAHAHAHAHA”
With that the sound of sobbing ropes through the room as I realise that I can hear the girls who have been crying, almost since the beginning and felt like the real fight had finally started.
I sprint towards the short guy because he seems to be my biggest threat. As I came closer the originally tough look faded as fear replaced it in his eyes, they were widening so far I could almost see my reflection as I got closer.
In his panic he attempted to throw a punch that was easily sidestepped and with my counterpunch landing in his gut he drops to his knees puking. After he finally finishes spewing his insides he begins sobbing and begins to beg for his life. When he lifts his head a chill races across his spine as his attacker has vanished from his view.
With another loud snap another contestant dies and the sobbing cries grow louder from the girls. I don't over savor this time because the tall skinny man wraps his arm around my neck. I throw my head back and feel his nose break from the impact. He stumbles away holding his nose as blood gushes down his face.
If I died from my own little trick I would have felt a little depressed. Now only feeling angry that this weakling tried to kill me, I charge right at him. He tries to low kick me but it has no power behind it and I catch it while going forward. With my arm wrapping around his leg I wrap my other arm around his waist and thrust my shoulder into his gut, picking him up off the ground as I raise my level. He swings his arms around trying to stop me but those powerless punches only serves to anger me more. Once I pick him up as high as I can I pull his leg up and throw his waist down causing his whole body to slam into the ground.