"The humans keep underestimating us," the Fatek general muttered, hovering in mid-air as if seated on an invisible throne. His crimson skin gleamed under the cold, artificial light of the control room, where his three subordinates were focused on their digital consoles. His third eye, perched in the center of his forehead, stared unblinking at the vast emptiness of space through the tempered glass.
The silence was broken only by the occasional beep from the consoles, signaling activity within the ship.
"What I don't understand," he continued, his voice a low growl, "is why one of their own is killing his kind..." His gaze shifted to a surveillance feed where a lone hunter was stealthily eliminating other hunters. The general's lips curled into a twisted smile.
'Interesting.'
***
[Deceased Touch]
Nameless watched as the Alien Bison's face dissolved into steam and dust, vanishing as if it had never been there.
'That was too close.'
He pushed himself to his feet, retreating a few meters from the wall to avoid any further surprise attacks. But they came nonetheless—dozens of Alien Bisons stampeding toward him with relentless speed.
'My dagger... It's not here. Damn! I'll have to rely on Deceased Touch, even though I'm not fully healed yet.'
He threw out his hand toward another charging Bison, aiming to activate Deceased Touch. But this one was faster, sidestepping his attack and slamming its horn into his side. The impact sent Nameless flying like a ragdoll, crashing to the ground with a bone-jarring thud.
"Gah!" he groaned, the pain radiating through his body. 'I should've known they'd be smarter than Earth's stupid Bisons!'
Nameless glanced at the herd of Alien Bisons. They seemed to lose interest in him, focusing instead on the other hunters. This gave him a brief moment to access the ship's status window, where he quickly purchased five HP potions and downed them in quick succession.
[HP 8/20]
[HP 15/20]
[HP 20/20]
As his health bar filled up, a surge of strength and vitality washed over him, numbing the pain.
"Perfect," Nameless muttered, a maniacal grin creeping onto his face. He rose to his feet, and with a flick of his wrist, summoned a mystical sword into his hand.
[You have purchased a special weapon with all remaining points]
"Hey, Cap! That guy we were supposed to watch—is he dead? I don't see him anywhere!" a hunter shouted, snapping Rowin out of his thoughts.
'Come to think of it...' Rowin looked around, searching for Nameless among the bodies. But he saw nothing.
"Did he—"
"Holy shit! Did he take down that many?!"
"All on his own? This guy's insane!"
"I think they made a mistake when they said we should be the ones watching him. He should be watching us!"
Rowin narrowed his eyes at the source of the commotion. The hunters' exclamations drew his attention to a pile of Alien Bison corpses. And there, standing amidst the carnage, was Nameless, covered in blood but very much alive.
He had taken down nearly fifty of the beasts by himself, far more than Rowin's entire team combined.
'Unbelievable.'
Nameless let out a sigh of relief as the final chime announced his latest level-up.
[Level: 10]
He allowed himself a brief smile, savoring the accomplishment.
Meanwhile, on the sidelines, a man watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His weapon, slick with human blood, hung loosely at his side, his lips curling into a twisted smile.
"Interesting," he murmured.
***
Back in the control room, the Fatek general leaned closer to the surveillance screen, his three eyes narrowing in on Nameless. He could sense the raw potential in this human, but more than that, something darker, something primal, was stirring.
The general's lips curled into a malevolent grin.
'This one... is different.'
***Author's note***
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