[FinchTheDiddler: ... is he dead ass?]
[GreyDominion: LLMFFFAAAOOOOOOO]
[SpellSeeker: He has a death wish. I swear he has a death wish]
[GreyDominion: GREY THE GREAT CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS, RAAAAAAAH]
[FinchTheDiddler: Can we be serious, please. We know you became a huge fan of Grey only because you put so much money on him you don’t have another choice. BUT THE REST OF US HAVE MONEY ON HIM, TOO!]
[SpellSeeker: Grey, you should think this through. There are very few with more power over what’s happening than the Great Udon. It’s not good to get on his bad side. You already saw what a—]
—
The rest of the message was cut off.
’Censored?’ Grey raised an eyebrow. The message was quickly deleted after that, but Grey sneered. He knew what it was referring to.
He had noted the moment the Great Udon said it that the floating bastard shouldn’t have said their Zone number at all, but he had.
That pissed Grey the fuck off. What was he going to do? Just let it ride out? Leave it be?
Absolutely not.
He wasn’t the patient sort, and such a chance had landed right in his lap. Did he look like the sort to pass up this sort of opportunity?
Fuck that.
"If you all don’t tell me I’m just going to take a shit on its head and see where that takes me."
—
[FinchTheDiddler: LMAO]
[SpellSeeker: Why the hell are you laughing? Didn’t we just agree that he shouldn’t do anything stupid? You’re killing me here.]
[FinchTheDiddler: Fuck it. At this point, do it for the memes. He never listens to us anyway. But I sure as hell am not gonna be the one to tell him. The Great Udon is psychotic. If he finds out I was involved in this, I’m cooked]
[SpellSeeker: ...]
[GreyDominion: WOOOO!]
[FinchTheDiddler: See? Even little dommy dom here doesn’t wanna say it. They’re doing all that cheering to hide the fact they don’t want to help]
[GreyDominion: I AM NOT! WOOO, TEAM GREY! WOO!]
—
"This is why I ignore you guys. Completely useless."
A trio of hands extending from the same shoulder slapped down at Grey. He slipped between a pair of fingers, leapt up, and spun. He severed three of them in a single swipe, then flipped back down to his feet.
His toes ground into the earth, his Shadow Forces flickering as he slid to the side.
—
[FinchTheDiddler: isn’t it more fun to interact with us like this? Stop being such a spoil sport]
—
"Where’s Muskrat?" Grey asked.
—
[SpellSeeker: Muskrat? I haven’t seen that name in here for a very long time.]
—
Grey’s gaze flickered. ’Interesting.’
His PER boost was truly displaying itself. He didn’t have any trouble paying attention to both the battle and the chat at the same time.
Despite the fact it seemed like he was joking around, though, he was facing a problem. He was trying to find a way to kill the mask, but honestly speaking, he couldn’t find one.
It didn’t seem to have any inner organs to target. It was rotting, but that was also part of the problem in the first place. How could something be rotted to this extent and still be alive?
There were no vital points to hit, and other than the fact its attacks seemed to be becoming weaker over time, it didn’t seem to have any obvious weaknesses.
But even with its attacks weakening with every passing one, the zombies just kept bubbling up, even from the very first of the rotting trenches it had dug out.
So it didn’t even seem to matter that it was weakening as the number of enemies just continued to multiply.
Grey tried to target the rotting lines, attempting to destroy them, but they didn’t seem to have any obvious weaknesses either. Although his flames burned them when he activated his Helion Frame, he realized that unless he pumped out enough energy to burn the entire thing whole, it would be useless.
Considering the situation was getting worse, it was kind of silly that he was spending so much time trying to figure out how to kill it in the most humiliating way possible.
—
[EpicPelvis: What are you willing to pay for the answer?]
—
Grey had begun to ignore the stream of messages until this one suddenly popped up. He raised an eyebrow.
"This isn’t a dark alley drug deal, pal. Either give me the answer or piss off. You’re not that guy."
—
[GreyDominion: LOOOOOOOL]
[FinchTheDiddler: I lied. I’m a huge fan of this guy. I’ll change my name to GreyTheDiddler.]
—
"Don’t fucking do that."
At that point, even SpellSeeker couldn’t help but put in a few laughing emojis.
—
[EpicPelvis: You know, it isn’t a good idea to piss me off either]
—
"Or fucking what?" Grey scoffed. "You’ll sponsor my enemies? You tried that already."
—
[FinchTheDiddler: LMMFFAAOOOO, GET HIS ASS]
[GreyDominion: I’m fucking crying]
[SpellSeeker: Looks like he pays more attention than you thought, he just doesn’t care. I can’t help it, I like him too]
—
[EpicPelvis: You’re going to run out of rope eventually. You’ll end up hanging yourself with it.]
—
"If I die before you do I’ll give your mother a nice pounding."
—
[FinchTheDiddler: PLEASE, I’M EATING HERE. YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CHOKE]
[GreyDominion: Ooo, what are you eating?]
[FinchTheDiddler: Some braised Bisoner]
[GreyDominion: Bisoner? Baby Bisos? You sick fuck. HAVE YOU SEEN HOW ADORABLE THEY LOOK?!?!?]
[FinchTheDiddler: So tender though...]
[GreyDominion: I’ll fucking find you]
[EpicPelvis: Hohoho... since you want to die so badly, I’ll tell you. There’s nothing more humiliating to this race than an unworthy death. They put their pride in battle in front of everything. I can’t wait for The Great Udon to get wind of this.]
—
"Save your lectures for your retarded kids."
Grey slid to a stop, a wall of flesh closing in on him from the left and right.
An unworthy death? That wasn’t much information to go on, but it was enough of a clue.
They were warriors, and dying on a battlefield with a valiant air was exactly what they would want.
So Grey just had to deprive it of that.
He grinned.