Associate Producer Gard released a breath he hadn’t even known he held.
A flicker ran through his eyes and he pressed a few fingers to his forehead, pulling them back and running his thumb across them.
A moist texture was fed through his veins, causing the black veins of the exposed strip of his brain to writhe.
He was sweating? Impossible.
The Monelay had stamped out such emotion and useless sentiment from young. He would not fear for his death, such a thing was simply impossible. He would face it like a man. A true man.
So why was it that he felt like this? What was this fear running through him as he watched a member of an unranked Race slay two that should be above him in such quick succession?
And why did he only exhale after Grey was swiftly crushed by the Volthari?
’Potential.’
Gard already knew the answer to the question before he asked himself it.
He understood now why the Genesis Council wanted the likes of Grey wiped out. This was far too much potential to have even outside of the Genesis Games. To allow such a creature into the Genesis Games was like giving them a free runway to rise beyond the stars.
He would be uncontrollable at this rate.
How many days had it been? The first month of the Genesis Games was far from even complete. It had barely been a week, and the second recap episode hadn’t even played yet.
The fact Grey had cleared the first Chapter was already ridiculous. No Cracked World had even made it past the First Arc before, for him to clear the first Chapter so quickly almost guaranteed that he would do exactly that.
Gard had truly never thought that the Volthari would have to take personal action to end things like this. But at this point, he could only be grateful that it was there.
However... Gard looked toward his communication device. It was dead silent. The Producer overseeing him hadn’t even bothered to contact him again, but Gard knew that he was paying attention to all of this.
The price he might need to pay was likely even higher now.
It seemed that his life might very well be over.
Gard’s palm flipped over and a small short sword appeared in his hand. It was slightly curved, and in its sheath, it looked like a piece of arcing charcoal.
He unsheathed it just the smallest bit. The blade was too long to be a knife, and yet it somehow still felt too short to be a short sword as well.
Gard had decided. This would be the blade he killed himself with. Doing so should spare his family line from being wiped out.
’I will leave the rest to you, son. Your father has failed, but your father will not be a coward.’
Gard sheathed the sword with a satisfying click and allowed it to vanish. Then he brought up a screen to the side where he pulled up sights he had on Caldrin.
As they had already long decided, Caldrin wouldn’t be escaping these matters so easily, and as clever as Gard was in dealing with matters related to the Genesis Games, he had even more leeway to do as he pleased in the real world.
Before his death, he would see this through properly. He had a nice surprise waiting for Caldrin, and he had a feeling that there would be quite the fallout related to it as well.
Gard pulled up a new screen. This one, however, didn’t focus on Grey or Caldrin. Instead, it focused on a woman who was gorgeous beyond words and had the lower body of a spider.
Caldrin’s pupils suddenly constricted as he felt something was off. His eyes snapped away from the spider lady and landed on Grey’s screen once again.
Grey didn’t even flinch when his legs were torn apart. The pain he had experienced was unlike anything most breathing creatures could fathom.
He would drag his dick and balls through molten glass before he let the Genesis Games kill him again.
One day, he would deal with whoever was in charge of that.
But right now, the only thing he cared about was putting his blade through the son of a bitch, Zeus wannabe, trying to act like a god in the skies.
The Helm of Grace activated and his body reverted back to just three seconds ago. But this time, he didn’t stop there.
He flooded more Cyber Cores into his Helm Frame and a roaring flame danced to life around him as the Crimson Rage Helm activated.
The only chance he had against the Volthari was his Resonant Frame. That meant that he couldn’t possibly use his Vampire Lord Frame, which also meant that his current strongest asset—his Pimp Gloves—couldn’t display their full set of abilities.
However, he didn’t need it.
His base STR and SPD stats crossed 200. But this time, he didn’t stop there. His body could withstand a lot more, he could take a lot more.
They crossed 300.
Flames began to dance around him and the Last Coronation began to resonate with the Crimson Rage Helm, the two playing a dancing dichotomy that only enhanced them both further.
Grey had long stood completely to his feet, and the Volthari, who thought the battle was over, looked down from above with a gaze that was once again constricting.
And that was because every point of STR and SPD stats Grey gained was enhanced by 570% instantly.
It crossed 400.
It crossed 500.
Fractures began to appear in Grey’s skin, his body bowing and whining beneath the pressure.
He roared, his stats crossing 600.
Grey exhaled a steaming breath, blood flowing down his body and dripping to the ground. But there was a focus in his eyes now that simply hadn’t been there before.
He was no longer grinning, no longer laughing, no longer rapping or singing.
The grass and dirt around him flattened beneath the whipping winds of his aura.
He clenched his blades.
BANG.
The Volthari landed on the ground, its ancient armor rattling. It stood twice as tall as Grey, not because it had to, but simply to look down on the ant before it.
"I’m really going to enjoy killing you." Grey said coldly.
A bolt of lightning streaked toward him so fast he couldn’t even finish a blink first.