System Beast Lord

Chapter 4: Total Mess

In a particular bedroom, everything was in disarray with slash marks marring everything in sight. Everything in the room was destroyed, blood pools were on the ground, blood splatter could be seen on the wall.

Lying on the ground was none other than Nelson Makker, breathing heavily and bleeding profusely. He had lost his left arm from the elbow down. There was an elaborate slash mark on his chest so severe his ribs were partly visible. He had severe lacerations on his thighs and a large chunk of meat missing from his right calf. He also had a hole through his right wrist and charred knuckles.

Despite all these, he was still alive and he was looking at several holographic screens in front of his face;

[HP: 2/100]

[You have received 100 coins for slaying a Grade 9, Lesser Demon Imp.]

[You have leveled up]

[You have been rewarded, check inventory for rewards.]

[You have received a bonus reward for slaying the Lesser Demon Imp with your bare hands, check inventory for reward.]

His eyes were dull and listless but he was still sane, albeit a little.

Beside him was the corpse of the demon imp, with welts on its face and its head turned in a grotesque angle. He had killed the thing by forcefully twisting the neck of the abominable creature backwards.

‘Open Inventory.’

He gave a mental command to the system and the inventory interface appeared before him.

[Name: Nelson Makker.]

[Gold: 100G]

[Inventory: 2/10]

[Reward Box (x1)] [Bonus Reward Box(1)] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] []

‘Open Reward Box.'

[Opening Reward Box…]

A two-second animation of a box opening played and an interface was brought up.

[+5 skill points] [Status Recovery] [Lesser Demon Imp Crystal]

[Claim?]

[Yes] [No]

Nelson blinked and coughed out blood.

[HP: 1/100]

‘Claim dammit! The fuck is that question?!’

[Reward claimed successfully]

In an instant, all his wounds disappeared with a sheen of blue light and all his vitality were back to his peak as though he never fought a demonic creature.

His eyes shone with vigour as he sat up and examined his room with a lackluster expression.

“This is a bother.” He said as he got up from his own pool of blood and proceeded to the window to close the shutters.

He was distracted by the screen that popped up in front of him next;

[All Awakened traits and stats have been ascertained and corresponding trait skills are ready to use.]

‘Wow. Right on time stupid thing! Useless shit.’

He then took his phone and saw that the screen was broken and it wasn't coming on.

‘Ahhh! This is all a mess!’

He then looked at a smashed up picture of his class members.

“I wonder if fodder is dead yet. Would be a disappointment if he is.” He said before shutting the shutters.

“Open inventory.”

[Inventory: 2/10]

[Lesser Demon Imp Crystal] [Bonus Reward Box] …

“Let's see what this bonus is, shall we?” He said with a menacing smirk on his face.

The rewards box opened and brought up an holographic screen, one that made him smile satisfactorily.

“Ah yes. Not so useless after all.”

[Bonus Reward Box]

[Dagger of the Demonic Sun]

[+150 coins]

[+20% maximum HP]

[+5 skill points]

[New Skill Acquired: Blazing Fists]

He mentally willed the blade to appear in his hand and it glitched into existence instantly. It was a curved crimson dagger with a moderate hilt and another tiny curved sharp blade point at the end of the hilt.

“It's like those fancy daggers in webtoons. Fascinating.” Nelson commented as he inspected the beautiful dark red blade.

He swung it several times and performed some slashes and thrusts with the dagger. It whistled through the air as he did.

“It's light too.” He added, nodding his head as he read the information of the dagger that soon appeared before him.

[__Equipped Item__]

[Item Name: Dagger of the Demonic Sun]

[Type: Weapon]

[Item Description: Forged from the blood clot of the Demonic Sun itself, this blade bears the wrath of the demonic deity even if it's a mild amount.]

[Class: Rare]

[Grade: 8]

[Attack Damage: 90]

[Critical Damage: 125(0.9% chance)]

[Durability: 1500/1500]

[Enchantments: Immolating Edge; Kinetic Thrust; Demonic Solar Arc; Heat Resistance (When equipped)]

“...” Nelson gazed at his new weapon's stats with a flat expression.

He then smiled menacingly before breaking into a fit of villainous laughter.

“I might just be the protagonist of this world. Muahahahahahahahahahahaha…” He declared before laughing menacingly again.

Just then, a demonic imp burst through the shutters, startling Nelson causing him to hold his dagger tight and prepare for battle.

The demonic imp, however, was already dead. It had three holes in its body; one in the skull and two on its chest.

“Who in the…” Nelson was about to say when he heard his name being called out loud.

“...”

“Nelson! You're in there?” The voice called again before three more gun shots were heard.

“Rich fodder?” Nelson called out, confused.

“The name's Matt, you fool. Matt Baker, not rich fodder.” The voice proclaimed, annoyance evident in his voice.

‘Hehe, fodder feeding time.’ Nelson thought with a smirk, as he went straight for his closet.

…

Matt Baker was waiting in front of Nelson's house with a chubby boy wearing glasses. He wore a blue wooly checkered shirt and grey jeans with white sneakers. In his hands was a white pistol with neon blue lines running along its body. All around him were dead demonic imps with holes in their body.

Nelson burst through the door of his house and what he saw made him stop in his tracks.

The entire city was in shambles and utter chaos. An helicopter could be seen catching flames and crashing into a skyscraper causing an explosion far in the distance. The night sky was bright orange from all the flames.

Cars were burning, houses were destroyed, dead bodies and blood everywhere, it was a total mess.

“Great heavens!” Nelson exclaimed softly before turning his head towards the duo.

“Where the hell did you get those guns?” Nelson made an incredulous face as he asked.

All of a sudden, Matt raised his gun at Nelson and fired three times.

‘I'm dead!’ Nelson's eyes bulged as he stood still unable to move on time.

He was snapped back to reality when he heard a soft shrill and a thud. He then looked back to see a twitching demonic imp. A vein bulged on his head as he turned towards Matt.

“You bastard, what if you had shot me?! Are you mad?!” Nelson yelled as he broke a cold sweat.

“Relax, I wouldn't. My skill wouldn't allow me to… I think.” He answered, saying the last part softly.

“This lil punk…” Nelson clenched his jaws and fist before easing his rage.

“Let's get out of here, outside is too dangerous. There are even worse beasts in the city area.” The chubby boy said as he was getting ready to move.

He wore a large striped, long sleeved shirt, baggy blue shorts and flip flops. He had a white shotgun with neon blue cybernetic lines running along its body.

“Ah yes. Fat fodder is right. We have to find somewhere relatively safe. I doubt many will survive.” He said after eyeing the chubby guy up and down.

“My name is Chuck, not fat fodder.” The fat guy spoke up timidly.

Nelson threw him an unpleasant look before looking at Matt.

“Where to?”

“We're heading to Eric's. I'm worried for his safety.” Matt answered as he began to move down the burning street. Chuck hurriedly followed behind. As soon as he passed by Nelson, Nelson taunted him as though he was about to hit him.

Chuck yelped softly which brought a smile to Nelson's face.

“The fact that I'm going to OG fodder's house is quite intriguing. What isn't, is the fact that I'm going to be hanging around the three legendary fodders from school.” Nelson said as he began to walk behind them, dagger already glitching to existence.

“And way down we go…” He sang as he strutted after the ‘fodder’ duo, whilst a burning airliner roared and flew hundreds of meters above them, going to crash-land in God knows where.