Ranking System

"Let's start the second round of the killing game."

Bad news had spread to everyone. They had already experienced mental and physical fatigue after the first round. Now that there was a second round, he was practically asking them to die.

"I'm not that cruel to let you fight while tired. All healed up and new."

Feeling their body recover instantly, they couldn't help but marvel at Charles's power. They had already given up on opposing Charles as it would only end them up in more misery.

"This game is much easier in a sense. Out of ninety-five of you, only twenty of you need to survive. Do whatever it takes--team up with the strong or the weak, or gang up on the strong."

"It doesn't matter what you do until there is twenty left of you."

Charles had explained the rules. Before the second round started, someone who felt less afraid spoke up.

"Is this the last of your game? Or will there be more?"

Out of the seven alliance members of the Barum, six of them had survived. Charles didn't answer immediately and continued to stare at him.

"When you entertain me enough."

"..."

This answer irritated the mass. He knew this would, and that's why he answered it in a way to annoy them.

"Since you're so smart, I will add in a deal. Whoever kills this man will be a free man."

The leader's face paled, and with a target on his face, everyone cautiously glared at him. As one of the leaders of this alliance, he was much stronger than all the grunts.

Any wrong move would get him killed. To think that a word from Charles would let everyone know his total control over the situation.

Marked as the target, the first move was made by an ice blast similar to the man Charles made an example of.

The target had made light work of the attack and crushed the ice into pieces with his hands, smashing the attack.

With the first move made, an attack from every direction started to appear. This time, the attacks were too much for him to destroy.

His other former colleagues used this chance to do a decisive strike. Trying to dodge the attacks coming from his side, he jumped into the air.

While he was in the air, his movements became restricted. The people of his world, and even his former colleagues, went in to land a killing blow.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS!!! IF I'M DYING, YOU WON'T BE REAPING ANYTHING FROM ME!!!"

Angered by this situation, the man gathered all of the mana into his heart. No one knew what he would do, but they felt the dangers within his move.

An explosion had ignited at the man's heart. The people that had gone in for a melee attack had been killed or burnt by the attack. Those who stayed far away were lucky that they weren't injured.

"Since he had killed himself, the immunity is ineffective."

Charles laughed at the grim expression that everyone made. The spike of negativity fed Charles even more power while it was abysmal to his current strength. Every little power helps.

Thirty people were killed in the explosion, with twenty injured. Those that were greedy had made a massive error in their judgment. Their greed made them more likely to be wiped out next than before.

Like before, no one here made a move. Unlike the last game, this one was a survival one. Making the first move was something only an idiot would do.

"For every boring moment, there might be a next game."

Charles knew that no one would take the initiative to attack. A driving force was needed to force everyone here to make a move.

Some felt pressured to attack, while those who believed the others would attack stayed in their corners.

"Let me take back what I said. Not only will there be a next game, but everyone should have a taste of pain."

Fear had taken over everyone's body. Charles, this time summoned a monster that oozed blood out of its meaty flesh.

Everyone knew that they stood no chance against this abomination that they were looking at. Charles had summoned a monster from hell.

Since no one here was going to entertain him, he might as well make the entertainment himself. The monster he summoned was an overweight monster that looked like it weighed five times an elephant.

Stuck with bloody flesh and a baby face, one would do whatever it took to escape this disgusting thing.

Those who learned the lesson of trusting your instinct over the past hour knew to stay as far away from this monster as possible. Charles had created a barrier and shrunk, making it hard to escape from this thing.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!"

The closest person began the first target. Stretching its neck from a few meters away, it took a bite out of the person's neck.

Disgust was the word everyone was looking for when the fat monster had its head stretched like a snake. Everyone knew they were fucked if they had to fight against this monster.

Charles thought that he was a genius when an outcome like this happened. It became much more exciting when chaos was added to the mix.

Not only did everyone perform better, but strategies of using people as bait and slowing down the others for the monster to catch up to them.

This wasn't all about being who was more powerful. Those adept at escaping would most likely survive to become the final twenty.

After twenty people were left, Charles had unsummoned the monster. There was a regretful expression on his face, but he couldn't let everyone die too quickly.

From seven hundred people to twenty. A high death rate, if one had to say. Too bad it wasn't the end of it.

"You all did well to survive this game. As a little breather, why don't we all have a talk? I have many questions for you all."