"Extortion, Physical and Psychological Abuse, Intimidation, Theft, Racism, Racial Discrimination, Xenophobia, and Sexual Harassment," Dante pronounced, as the pressure began to affect the surroundings and the arena cracked slightly. "If I kill you all, does it mean I've cleansed your kingdoms, don't you agree?"
"So, I challenge all of you at once," Dante said with a smile they had only seen once, when Valentina first appeared.
Suddenly, an announcement:
[Rule Change] [The Current Event is not in line with reality, due to a battle request the first-year match has changed to "Defeat the Demon King"] The Director's voice echoed: [The victor will receive a reward from the top floor of the Academy Library]
"Now..." Dante murmured, and his black flames began to manifest throughout the environment, even reaching the first-year stands.
"Hey, you little shit," Dante heard the voice coming from Wolf Boy, who stood up facing him.
"Shut up, mutt," Dante said, and Alexander fell to his knees under the pressure Dante imposed on him. "You're only alive because I'm going to have a lot of fun with you later," Dante said, starting to ignore him.
"Come on, you pieces of shit," he said, and several swords came flying at him. He easily defended himself while dodging; there were over twenty enemies attacking him together.
"Argh!"
He cut off the arm of a black-haired boy and kicked him, hitting three more, while more people started to appear behind him. But it was futile; he managed to stop them and threw them back.
"You're mine!" one of them clarified.
"In your dreams," Dante replied, hurling him away.
"Come," he said, shifting his stance. The tip of his blade began to imbue with Black Fire, and with a swing, a storm of fire flew towards everyone. He was no longer holding back at all.
As Dante was about to strike again, an ice launch stopped his fire release.
"Hey, big shot, you're getting ahead of yourself," he heard the voice of the man in front of him, an Elf.
Dante began to enter a state of flow again, for the second time. It was uncommon for this to happen with a being, but Dante, for some reason, was driven to fight only by survival instinct every time he started to fight seriously.
It was some trigger he couldn't identify.
"I'm getting chills just from facing him," the Elf emerged during a sudden change in Dante. It wasn't just him, but everyone around started to feel this way. It was as if a huge, borrowed beast had fallen onto the battlefield.
"We need to end this, or we'll die," he chose the voices of the others, mainly a pink-haired girl, and responded to those behind him.
"I know, but it's still just one against nearly a hundred people," he remarked and looked forward in a battle stance. "I won't be prey for him!" He spoke and went after Dante again.
"That disgusting smell," he heard someone murmuring something. That someone was Alexander Sucellus, who began to transform into his hybrid form.
"Disgusting vampire," he said, and his body already reached two meters in height. "I can smell it coming from him."
"Vampire."
"Damn, another paranoid one," the Elf commented as he watched how Alexander was. "His murderous intent is quite strong, and he's not the only one."
As the Elf looked at Dante, who continued to fight against the others, momentarily two arrows passed by him and hit Dante's shoulders.
He turned around and saw someone he knew.
"Princess!" He spoke quickly. "Owen." She said and the Elf bowed slightly.
"There may be many of you, but you're all just weaklings," Dante's voice echoed. "Your numbers won't be able to stop me."
Dante said, and everyone turned to face him.
Trained personally by the strongest grandmaster of spear, by a woman whose story is told by destroying everything she touches, and by the Mage of the White Tower, known as the greatest genius in destructive magic.
Many looks turned blank. Would it be possible to defeat this boy? No, that was the answer everyone came to, even some who had good families and good resources to grow up came to this general consensus.
He was a Demon.
"Get yourselves together," the voice came from the back, and a boy with golden hair appeared like a golden flash.
"Ethan," Owen murmured as he watched the boy walk in confidently. "We can't win head-on," he said, and Ethan nodded.
"Wait for me!" A feminine voice appeared, and a small fairy transformed into a human girl before their eyes. Seraphina Nightfall joined the group.
"Elizabeth is injured, and Sara Vortex and Clovis Arton didn't help us. We have no choice but to unite against that guy," they heard a powerless voice and a small tremor. "Forki Dolafor," Ethan said.
"Only that witch is missing," Owen said, but there were no responses. "She didn't fight against Dante, as Professor Akemi said. He's married to Morgana Arcano, her sister," Seraphina said and looked at what was happening as they gathered.
Almost everyone had already fallen in the fight. Although they weren't dead, their injuries were too deep, and it was impressive that they were still alive. Meanwhile, Dante had finished off nearly 120 students, leaving only those he wanted to leave for last.
At this moment, he was facing Alexander Sucellus as they conversed, unaware that the Wolf had already gone after Dante.
"We need to help him," Saraphina said. "What about the reward?" Ethan commented, and no one responded.
"Those who remain will fight amongst themselves later, but we can't let him win," Elowyn said. She looked at her teammates who agreed.
"Let's end this."
Ethan Smith, The Golden King Elowyn Frostsky, The Queen of the Bow Alexander Sucellus, The Alpha of Kryoris Forki Dolafor, The King of Earthquakes Seraphina Nightfall, The Shining Fairy
They all went after Dante simultaneously as the grand event unfolded. Meanwhile, a mischievous little cat watched the proceedings attentively before her eyes.
"Interesting."