Chapter 5: First Quest

Chapter 5: First Quest

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[Main Quest #01- The Path of Expertise]

Clear condition: Choose a class you are an expert in, And show the worth you possess to the cosmos. <Your status screen needs to reflect the class you've chosen.> RêAd lateSt chapters at novelhall.com Only

Time limit: 7 Days

Reward: 1000 CC <Cosmic coins>, Access to Cosmic store

Failure: Death

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The quest is for us to get a class that the system recognizes.

All of the prisoners had a distinct expression of confusion when I glanced at them, while at the same moment, another, more pronounced feeling could be seen on their faces.....

The look of excitement...

A sense of liberty, that now in this new world no one is going to stop them, judge them, or bind them against their will.

Dhruv doesn't want to believe it, but he himself is in the same category because he can clearly feel a sense of exhilaration deep within himself.

[The cosmos has sent a gift for you to start this journey.]

With this message, a new screen pops up in front of me.

[Choose a weapon or tool.]

A screen with rows of weapons and tools appears in front of me, telling them to choose any one of them.

Dhruv ponders for a moment which weapon he should choose.

Dhruv looked around the room with intense, wild eyes, driven by a strange sense of justice.

He looked from one frightened face to another, feeling the fear that pulsed through their faces. The smell of the air had changed somewhere along the line; now it smelled of only blood and fear. The weight of the weapon in his hand felt both comforting and menacing, adding to the raw power surging through his veins.

A feeble and shaky voice shattered the silence. "P-Please," a frightened prisoner begged, dropping to their knees and crying. "D-Don't... K-kill us."

Despite being a prisoner himself, he couldn't witness bloodshed of this magnitude, where a man is headlessly lying on the floor in a pool of blood.

Looking at how the roles had reversed, Dhruv's lips curled into a cruel smile. But mercy was a luxury he wasn't familiar with; after all, he had never received it himself. If only these people had shown him mercy before, he might have given it back.

"Spare you, you say."

"Hahhhahhahahhahaahah"

"Even in this situation, you truly managed to crack a joke, don't you think... Ahhh! What was your name?... Yes"

"...Mandy!" With an ice-cold stare, he raised his weapon high, ready to deliver a final, merciless blow.

Despite understanding what was happening, not everyone was scared. Some gathered the courage to stand up against this predator. Their faces displayed anger and resistance. With shaky hands, they grabbed their weapons, ready to take on the ruthless predator.

Amidst the chaos that followed, the sound of metal clashing and frantic shouts filled the air. Bodies collided in a deadly struggle. Dhruv, like a predator among the prey, moved with not so much calculated precision, yet his blows were merciless and lethal, leaving nothing but devastation in their wake, once again showing the might of his new profound strength.

Blood sprayed on the ground as their battle cries transformed into cries of pain. Some fought courageously, refusing to surrender even when death seemed inevitable, but their struggles were futile. Dhruv had become an unstoppable presence, driven by a fierce hatred that consumed every fiber of his being.

While the battle continued, a sense of both desperation and acceptance filled the air. The once strong voices of resistance faded, replaced by the cries of those who understood they were doomed. Strength diminished, fatigue set in, and hope faded away. Yet, Dhruv, relentless in his pursuit, showed no mercy.

In the end, the hall was left ravaged, bodies scattered randomly across the icy stone. Dhruv stood in the midst of the carnage, panting heavily, while the smell of death filled the air. Sweat mingled with blood on his brow as he glanced at the aftermath, his eyes devoid of guilt.

Ultimately, the hall was in ruins, with bodies scattered randomly on the cold stone floor. Dhruv stood amidst the chaos, breathing heavily and surrounded by the scent of death. Sweat and blood mixed on his forehead as he glanced at the aftermath with eyes that were devoid of any guilt.

Dhruv knew he had become something he hated. He accepted that he had become a monster, a being of destruction. However, he believes that for his survival, he should have grown into this long ago.

"Ahhh! Such silence... I loved it..."