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One thing people don't expect while having a football match is the disappearance of a player. Something people would expect less is the disappearance of multiple players. Even less when they're on the pitch,one about to score a goal in the final minutes of the game. That moment when the tension is climbing to its peak. When the air feels like it's stilled and the negligible press of gravity seems to somehow become not so negligible. When the only sound audible is the collective ragged breathing of the players on the pitch. When the feelings of those on and off pitch are rising to two extremes. Joy and despair. This is the moment. The silence before screams erupt and laments rush out like a flood, where tears on both sides are stifled, some fruitlessly as tears stream down their faces.
no.11, Isagi Yoichi. The Demon King. This is the moment that he has created. Every inch he moves closer to the goal, the heartbeats of those off the pitch quicken watching the demon king dominate. A block - evaded, a tackle - countered, a challenge - won. He can score. It's the optimum position. The opposition all sprint towards him. But to his eyes they seem like slugs. Slow. brainless. annoying. His right leg swings back. He could aim with his eyes closed. But he doesn't. He's going to score. He knows. He knows. He knows he's going to score. And so his foot strikes the ball and a BANG is heard reminiscent of a small explosion. Yes.He knows he's going to score and the crowd knows as well. The keeper reacts fast. Yet too slow. It's going into the net. The crowd screams. A smile bursts upon his face as basks in the glory of his-
War cries, screams, laboured breaths, and the roars of monsters beneath him. A look of confusion flickers upon his face before turning to one of a cold, calm, calculating ruthlessness. A terrifyingly abrupt change if someone were to look upon that scene.
Some people being overtaken down below look at the skies and see a dark blob rapidly falling down straight for the cesspit of monsters.
[You have activated skill ‘metavison’]
His eyes change from a deep and dark blue to an aggressive white with the images of multiple jigsaw pieces coming together, his hair similarly changes colours to the same white as his eyes. From the skies a trail of jigsaw pieces come together and scatter every second.
A large light blue hologram appears before his eyes, as he reads the words more, a frown grows on his face deepening with every word. But then he laughs, smiles and focuses on a particularly large monster in the sea of monsters beneath him. An Ichthyosaur. He squints, sizing it up ‘ a commander?’ He thinks to himself.
A smirk grows upon his face. “I need to check if I've gone rusty!” he shouts at the Ichthyosaur, his voice slightly drowned out underneath the roars of various monsters that are now locked on to his falling figure with pinpoint precision.
In his eyes the world is a complete black with buildings, clouds, plants, all objects and living things in an outlined white, filled in with jigsaw puzzles.
[You have activated skill ‘jigsaw’]
He gestures at the head of the Ichthyosaur, the jigsaw pieces light up. then yells out a word: “scatter!”
At his very words, the jigsaw pieces representing the Ichthyosaur’s head scatter and disappear into nothingness. The jigsaw of its eye pulled away, the jigsaw of its individual teeth, of its scales, of tiny pieces of its tongue all disintegrated into oblivion. It doesn't even get the chance to retaliate as the rest of the body drops down.
Dead.
At this sight the monsters don't pause, halt, hesitate. Instead they roar with more power, more strength, more rage, seemingly invigorated by the scene of gore and the rain of blue blood showering upon them, ignoring their primal instincts to cower at the sight of an apex predator and listening to their bloodlust instead.
He should be worried, worried about the strange behaviour of the normally live preserving monsters, but he isn't. He's excited. A grin expressing his exhilaration and bloodthirst spreads upon his face.
[Trait ‘Demon king’ has been activated]
[Stats increase of 10]
[Against ‘ absolute good’ aliment stats decreases by 20]
[Demons fear you more]
[Good will target you in this state]
[Trait ‘flow state’ has been activated]
[Stat increase of 5]
[Your senses are heightened]
He reached the ground landing with an echoing boom right into the thick of the monsters. As if practised beforehand the monsters, synchronised, turn to attack him however he wasn't done just yet.
Black horns sprouted from his temples, juxtaposing the pure white of his hair and exuding an aura of pure malice and bloodthirst, his canines turned pointy its sharpness no lesser to one of a knife and from his back two pairs of black wings made of jigsaws sprouted he quickly made distance from the ground and he hovered in the air just the slightest bit out of reach from the monsters.
[ As a result of stat increase Skill ‘metavison’ has gotten stronger]
A singular eye broke apart the skies. Expanding more and more becoming a miniature sun, its fleshy veins pulsed with every expansion and the eye became contaminated with an indescribable black substance, soon the substance took over the eye, bloating the eye in its overwhelming volume and leaked out like a liquid black hole as it painted the sky an inky black. The pitch black darkness spread along the sky and it was not long before a dome of pure black encased isagi and the monsters together.
Then the pupil of the eye flashed white, once, twice then stayed white with the image of jigsaw puzzles floating around in them. White cracks where the veins where previously pulsing formed, spreading down the entire dome and creating jigsaw puzzles that spanned across the whole container.
[Skill ‘metavison’ has temporarily evolved to omniscience]
[Within your domain you will see all]
[Damage dealt to you will be decreased by 20%]
[Damage dealt by you will increase by 10%]
And with this he descended down. And started to fight with his bare hands and legs. He went loose. The black abyss was turned a dark blue with the blood of the monsters, roars and grunts and groans poured out of the mouths of the monsters non-stop. As isagi demolished them with the ease of someone stepping on ants. The continuous sounds of the brutal massacre didn't cease even when hours had passed. One had to start to wonder how the monsters had not been fully eradicated at that point in time as the butchering never paused.
Blood mixed with fine pink brain matter slid from his nose. The survivors had run from the moment the sky had turned black. It was only him left in the place that stunk of blood
And then finally It had come to an end. The domain created by the eye broke into thousands of puzzle pieces and disintegrated into the skies.
And laid in the wake of such carnage was blue blood and destruction.
[ Constellation ‘Demon king of salvation’ is looking at incarnation ‘ Isagi Yoichi ]
A squint as he looks at the blue hologram infront of his face. Then a shit-eating grin as he says,” Hello Yoo Joonghyuk's dog. Missed me?”
[ ‘Demon king of salvation’, says with a sigh that children grow up so fast]
[‘Demon king of salvation’ says, with a hint of nostalgia, it was just yesterday you were shorter than Gilyoung and following Yoo Joonghyuk]
His face briefly turns red before contorting into a frown and scowling at the skies.
“Kim-san why are you being so petty, bringing up embarrassing memories, huh? It's not like I was a suicidal maniac with a penchant for being manipulative.” He replied pointedly.
[‘Demon king of salvation’ is appalled at your accusations and asks for a 5 year-old, even 10 year old, Yoichi-chan to come back]
His scowl drops instead a truly murderous grin spreads on his face, and he raises his voice by the tiniest increment, “Well how am i supposed to act,”- his hands twitch slightly at his sides, but then curls up into fists, visible blue veins bulging at how hard he's clenching them his voice getting louder and louder- “when the last thing I saw wa-!”
[Constellion, ‘Demon-like judge of fire’ is begging you to stop the family drama, but agrees with Yoichi-chan’]
[Constellation, ‘Demon king of salvation’ is shocked at the betrayal’]
Isagi's murderous intent seemingly disappears, and a sunshine bright smile erupts on his face, as he says happily ,”...thanks Uriel.”
[ ‘Demon-like judge of fire’ says it's her duty to scold Kim Dokja and also welcomes incarnation, Isagi Yoichi.]
[ however I miss my pint-sized little Yochan's chubby cheeks!]
Isagi pauses, and says teasingly,” you don't like the older me? I'm really hurt Uriel… you only liked me because I was a child…”
[‘Demon-like judge of fire’ frantically waves her hands and says no! Absolutely not!]
Isagi laughs again, then walks forward, ignoring the squelch and fishy smell of the blue blood as he walks.
His pace is hurried, not a walk but also not a run. A fast walk.
That is until he fainted.
‘Ah’ he thinks to himself, ‘an unfamiliar ceiling.’
He blinks at the ragged black hair dangling in front of his eyes accompanied with that plain looking, yet somehow beautiful face.
He smiles,” Annyeohaseyo ahjussi!” He greets in a cheerful tone of voice, revelling in the way the man’s face contorts in disgust.
The man pokes a finger on the middle of his forehead. “ Yochan, how have you been?”
He almost smiles at the way the man avoids mentioning Isagi’s address to him, instead he twists the corners of his mouth into a frown and says,” don't call me Yochan. Dokja hyung.”
“Don't use your traits then.” came a fast reply.
Isagi groaned inwardly,” Ahjussi, I just came back, I wanted to just try it out. Plus the amount of monsters were crazy! You should have se-”
The man sat on a chair next to his bed, a smirk on his face,” Oh, did Yochan forget this hyung is a Constellation? Memory loss at this young age tsk tsk.”
He was about to reply but-
“You could have died, you know. Your brain was turning liquid. I mean it. Don't do something reckless like that again.”
A cold hand laid itself on his face, “ I don't feel like carrying the death of some dumb kid on my back. So go back to sleep.”
And if under a spell, his eyes closed.
When he woke up again, it was dark. His head throbbed painfully, but he wasn't worried, the fact he could feel the sensation of pain was a sign he was healing well.
Even so, a small groan came from his dry lips. He shifted his legs to a sitting position on the side of the bed.
He called lightly upon the system window to appear. And that familiar light blue light illuminated his face.
[ personal task set by : ???
Individuals of the world Earth-11 have been transported into the ruined world, Earth-1864, send them back to Earth-11 within 3 months.
0/6 transported.
Reward: 0 coins
Failure: death of individuals. ]