The Gang Leader of Pompeii City
The Star Institute, what a wonderful thing. I've always been strong, smart, and talented. At 35 years old, I finally became a distinguished warrior. My body started producing a blue aura.
So, I decided to enter the Star Institute. Yes, I decided that after killing all my allies and taking their belongings. In the first test, I was paired with a strong team, so I could win with my strengths and theirs.
In the second test... I wouldn't say I like killing people, but I have to do it to gain power. No one can stand in my way. No one.
And here I am now, in a big city, the leader of this city and its sole gang leader.
The king of this city was a good man, loved by all, and very just. So, I easily convinced him of the coming of the "Spiders" and prepared the soldiers.
Everyone was fighting, and I was doing something else. I was sitting in the king's room on the couch, resting my body. I don't particularly appreciate fighting, and I don't want to die. I became a warrior just to live a peaceful life and have power and money.
After the battle ended, the army was wiped out. So, the people who loved the king and the king himself took up arms and fought.
I smiled.
What a beautiful city... everyone helps each other. What is this crap? If I were one of them, I would have run away from here quickly and not cared what happened. The important thing is my life.
So, the king and many people died.
After everything was over, I told everyone that I was the new king and formed a very large gang of thieves, bandits, and criminals. There's always scum in every city, and I love this scum.
Everything was beautiful. We took control of the city in half a day.
I don't know why the test hasn't ended yet, but suddenly a voice appeared:
<< The second task in the test: You must attack the nearby city, kill the students who control it, and at the same time protect your city from an attack from another city. >>
I didn't send anyone out but waited a bit to understand what was happening. I decided to wait three days before doing anything.
My gang started looting the city and raping the beautiful women. There were only elderly people, children, and women left in the city.
I am now sitting on the king's throne, and beneath me are three girls. I did everything possible to them.
Their eyes have become completely empty of life. I will kill them when I get bored of them.
But suddenly, one of my men came before me and said,
< My lord, there's a rebellion happening against us. >
Bastards, they think they can break free from control.
"How many are they?" I said that after kicking one of the girls.
< Two. > He said it fearfully.
"What? Only two made you come to me? Get out of here, you idiot!" I said that and pushed him back forcefully.
< My lord, they're killing everyone. No one can stand against them. > He said it in a low voice.
"Damn you all, you can't do anything. Summon my team!"
I started thinking that these two, like me and my team, are people who came to the Star Institute and got the second task like me.
So, I summoned everyone. They're only two; I must finish them off quickly and without any effort.
Because 500 strong people were standing with me.
I wasn't afraid when I learned there were only two of them.
But what I saw now made my heart race with fear. There were many corpses everywhere.
And the strange thing wasn't the corpses themselves, but how they died. Some had severed limbs, others had severed heads, and blood was splattered everywhere.
"Where are these two now?" I said that while looking at the man on my left.
< In that house, my lord. > He said it loudly.
So, my gang members started cursing and swearing at them.
Moments later, a child no older than 15 years old emerged from that house, looking at us with a sharp and powerful gaze that almost pierced me. In his hand was a strange-shaped black sword, completely drenched in blood, and he was smiling.
He looked at us and smiled, and beside him was a slightly older young man holding two daggers in his hands, laughing as well.
What's with these two? Why are they so happy?
"They're really children, just kids. Damn you all, you couldn't even kill children!" I said that, cursing everyone around me.
Everyone was shocked by what they saw.
But behind them appeared many children, women, and elderly people. Everyone was looking at them with hope and fear.
Suddenly, these two released their blue auras.
So, I was shocked. I thought I was talented, but what's with these two? How did they reach this level at such a young age? This is impossible. I must finish them off quickly.
I heard that child say, "Swords of Mana," and suddenly, strong winds blew, and many swords appeared around him.
This child was smiling a sinister smile. My body was trembling, and my heart was pounding rapidly.
Suddenly, the swords launched.
His friend, who was holding the daggers, was running beside them.
It was as if he was racing with those swords. What was happening was strange. In a few seconds, the swords pierced the bodies of my followers. A single sword would destroy the intestines of two of my followers and penetrate their skulls. Damn it!
Suddenly, I heard a cheer coming from behind, its voice rising. Everyone was chanting a cursed name.
The Joker. What is this name, and who is its owner? Damn you and your noise, you sons of bitc...........
I am a tall man with a broad and strong body, and my hair is blonde.
So, I have everything: strength and beauty.
Why, then, is no one chanting my name?
There's no time for these thoughts now; I must focus. I looked ahead and saw the young man with the daggers easily cutting off the heads of my soldiers.
But what truly made my heart tremble wasn't that.
It was the gaze of that child whose face and clothes were covered in blood.
And his sword, which you could feel wasn't an ordinary sword, and the black aura emanating from it.
He was cutting off the heads of those around him with this sword. He was severing heads as if he were breathing, nothing more.
This was normal for him.
But it's not normal. He's slaughtering human souls and torturing them.
My heart is trembling and pounding hard from what I'm seeing. I can't control this fear inside me.
Everyone in the city was screaming "Joker."
This name echoed in my ears like thunder.
And his terrifying smile, filled with sadistic pleasure.
His body exuded a strong killing intent.
My body was shaking with fear of him. I wanted to run away but couldn't move under his gaze.
I couldn't move my body an inch.
This isn't a child, but a monster.
No.
No.
He's not a monster, but a demon.
He was getting closer to me, and my body was shaking even more. What is all this fear? I've never felt this before.
Demons and monsters are nothing compared to his immense bloodlust. They should be the ones trembling and afraid of him, running away before encountering this creature that I can't even give a name to.