Ranking System

[Third Person POV]

"Did you all have a nice nap? This nap would be the last most of you will ever have."

All seven hundred people woke up to the voice of a male. Everyone here had instinctively felt fear coming from the voice. His words weren't scary, but the feeling he gave off was.

At first glance, one would think of the man in front of them as a charming yet cold person. But the aura coming from him made him look like a terrifying beast that would devour them.

"Who... Are you..?"

Demifrost, one of the leading invaders, spoke, demanding an answer. Despite being scared, it was commendable how someone here could speak in that tone.

"Charles. It doesn't matter. Most of you will forget about it forever."

Charles stared at them with his red glowing eyes. His most notable feature attracted the attention of everyone in a negative way.

"Lately, I haven't seen much pain. That's why I plan for a killing game!"

"And... Why should we obey you..?"

Demifrost strong as ever tried to resist this mental pressure. Charles smiled cruelly, wanting someone to question him.

"That's a good question. Allow me to demonstrate what I could do."

Dragging Demifrost toward him, he grabbed his legs. For an ice demon, he was 8ft tall. Since Demifrost had asked why they should obey, Charles would use him as a target for his demonstration.

The ice demon knew his intentions. He regretted voicing his opinion, which had led him to a painful demise.

"You're the leader of your group, right? I will show them how powerless you're."

"Wait!!!"

Charles held a large bin of pins with sharp needles. With the demon's mouth forced to open. Charles forces the pins onto the demon's mouth.

​ "ARHHH!!!!"

The demon's mouth began to bleed as the pricking needle started to stick. As painful as it is, the people who watched this happen couldn't help but have their spine tingle.

Swallowing these pins, his internal organs started to bleed. If he were lucky, he would have immediately died from a needle puncture, but with his strong life force, that won't be happening any time.

One of their leaders was tortured in front of them in a painful way no one ever did. Everyone knew their lives were in the hands of a man named Charles. This demonstration had got everyone listening to his words with caution.

"Does anyone else want to come up and act like a demonstration for all of you?"

Demifrost was wailing in pain. It was a miracle that he still could breathe. Or unlucky if you think dying was the better opinion. Charles felt disappointed that no one had stepped up.

Charles kicked Demifrost's body and sent him back to the crowd. He didn't bother with him seeing how much pain he was in.

"If not, let me tell you the rules of this killing game."

The other six leaders suddenly remembered the warning Sasha had given to them earlier. They cursed themselves and her for not convincing them to stop this one-sided bullying.

Now that they were trapped, they all had to think of their chances of survival. No matter what happens, even if they were to sacrifice their allies, they would do it in a heartbeat.

"The rules are pretty simple. To survive this game, you must pluck out five hearts from anyone in this space. Doing that will guarantee your safety."

"Anyone that tries to escape will automatically be eliminated. Your life is in my hands, after all."

"Does anyone else have any questions before I start? No? Ok, then you may start."

Charles gave no time for any of these invaders to ask anything. With him letting everyone up from the ground, all the invaders stare at one another, cautious of everyone's actions.

With the game starting, no one had attacked. Charles felt the need to give these invaders motivation to kill.

"If no one dies in thirty seconds, I will punish all of you idiots."

Even when Charles had told them thirty seconds was when their punishment would start, everyone was electrocuted without any warning. The invaders silently cursed him as he treated them as a toy for his amusement.

Feeling the taste of punishment has sprouted the seed of the survival instinct of these invaders. If no one dies, then the subsequent punishment would be even crueler.

It didn't take long before one of these people ripped out a person's heart. The seed of discord started with this.

Now that someone was willing to take a person's heart, everyone began to attack. Charles released a cruel smile feeling the hostile and deathly atmosphere around him.

Feeling these negative emotions, Charles started to absorb these emotions. Ecstasy filled him as he felt the strength he had started to increase.

Death after death, hatred, resolve, fear, and excitement. Charles felt every emotion and tactic deployed by every person in this killing ring. The darkness inside of him felt the bloom of emotions spreading through him.

Demifrost was already killed as he was unable to protect himself. Once the first person had obtained five hearts, Charles took him out of the ring.

Knowing their safety was confirmed after obtaining five hearts. People with four hearts would betray their allies to guarantee their safety.

Seven hundred people were easily thinned down to two hundred. The craftiest and strongest were starting to finish their quota.

Time was also running out. The maximum number of survivors was one hundred and sixteen people. Unless someone had destroyed the heart of another, they would become invalidated.

And to make it worse, most weak and kind-hearted people should have already died. The pile of bodies was used as an energy source for Charles. No one had noticed, and even if they did, they could do nothing about it.

Only nine-five people had survived when the battle royale was over. Charles felt that the numbers were too high. So all he needed to do was thin out more of these invaders.