Bast took a leap of faith.

  Literally

  Bast clearly doesn’t know what he was trying to do. But he trusted his guts.

  He’ll know when he gets there.

  Using the base of the fangs protruding from the jumbo-sized chicken as foot hold, he dashed till he reached the top. Towards the largest fang piercing the brain of the chicken. Bast jumped and drilled his feet on said fang, pushing it further in. With a pitiful squeak, the gigantic avian died. The force of the drop kick aided by gravity made the chicken skull slide down, its beak shoved further in the serpent’s throat and splintered a hole in the serpent’s other eye, scattering brain matter on the floor.

  Then everything stilled.

  The pressure was gone and Bast was panting hard, trying to maintain consciousness. He was knocked out earlier already. He was not in the mood to be knocked out again. Suddenly, translucent tables appeared in his vision. A premonition of something of a much larger scheme.

  Bast struggled to hold onto the great fang. He nearly exhausted his strength to perform the double coup de grace. Little did he know when he reached deep within him for something, anything to help him rally, he unintentionally pulled it through his feet.

  Mana.

  Relief was the last thing on his mind as seething rage encased his expression. He wasn’t happy about the rewards. He wasn’t happy about the system. His ire is still looking for something to destroy.

  He sat down in between the two corpses. He read the notifications but yet to respond, still in the moment, still relishing the view from the top. He looked down upon the world with glassy eyes. The tears that stopped resumed flowing down.

  Bast didn't really cared for most the humans. They were primal, greedy, evil and ambitious. But seeing familiar faces of the innocents that lay dead on the ground. The babies with remains only consisting of the head, bones with all the insides eaten. The old people, raped by the orks. Naked dead women with signs of being raped by the nearby corpses of goblins. Whoever was responsible will feel his wrath. His revenge will ultimately be carried. He swore on this day that humanity, without a single doubt, will be avenged.

  A dozen-fold, no, a hundred!

  He swallowed his bitter tears, he resolved himself not wail. He internalized the scene that would forever haunt him. He engraved it all in his mind. In the depths of his heart. No human ever wanted this to happen. But it still did. All their pain, their suffering and all their forsaken souls…

  He will carry it.

  “No”

  “Equip, Loop Of J?rmungandr”

  “No”

  “…Later”

  “No”

  “Equip title, Slayer”

  “Use it well huh…”

  Bast stared at the two dead, gargantuan beings. He touched his forehead, allowing his ring to run through the wound on his temple. A nauseating pain that left as quickly as it arrived assaulted him. His instinct knew what to do. Guiding his hands, he willed the corpses be swallowed whole.

  As he stood alone, the sun that was previously covered by the clouds appeared in the skies. The clouds, smokes and fires long cleared. Bangs of war drums were heard along the forest far to the west. An army of Goblins are assembling near the clearing, forming ranks. Although too far for the eyes to see, their sheer numbers are enough to be spotted. The lush forest wasn’t there before the system. Bast guessed that every known city in the human world were randomly assigned and relocated to the otherworld. Which as he now realized caused too much chaos and destruction in its wake.

  Following the distance and the speed of the formations, Bast calculated that the vast army of the goblins will be upon him in just two and a half hours’ march. The earliest in two hours. Not to mention that there would also be scouts sent in advance. He was pressed for time. Bast knew it. No need looking for other survivors. He needs to save himself first.

  Bast Jumped.

  Again.

  He soared to the skies and pummeled below. He knew that the elevator is now busted. And the stairs will take too long. Probably all machineries are malfunctioning to an extent. Even Nuclear Power plants that should emit toxic radiations are being transformed into environmental mana where they remain harmless as well as useless. He had a hunch. Lest the powerplant near their city already wiped them all hours ago.

  “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh~”

  He doesn’t know where all his unknown confidence came from. All he knew was many were not only counting on him, but on all surviving humans. Jumping through 20 or more story building takes guts. Bast has only so few. For Bast really was a sane guy. But nearing the ground floor and flailing uncontrollably hoping to survive the impact made him realize that he also deserved the title he was given. A reckless fucking idiot.

  Bracing himself, Bast readied his resolve and trust that the skill he acquired will make a miracle.

  “..Unbound, uncaged…UNCHAINED!”

  [tbd]