GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

The Orc jumped away at the last moment. Taylor pursued it to kill it, but he had to back off when it whirled around swinging its axe at him.

He continued to back off until the orc became tired and stopped. Then he dashed forward and used Power Strike together with a sword chop. The sword struck down with so much speed and strength that it felt like he had swung the sword with four arms, not one.

The orc was breathing intensely, but it managed to block his strike with an axe.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. His sword pushed the axe downwards on its chest and cut deeply into it.

Taylor wasn't content with that. He kicked the Orc and followed up with another Power Strike.

This drained his stamina far more than the previous one because he didn't give his core engine time to cool down and reset. However, his move paid off. He managed to score another hit on the shoulder of the orc.

The Orc was destabilized, so the sword sank into its shoulder and cut down to its chest. Unfortunately, he had been too focused on achieving this, which allowed the other hand of the orc to succeed in its attack.

The axe struck him in the chest. It was too late for him to use Harden. So the axe sank into his chest, entered through his right lung, and came out of his back.

He was sent flying by the attack. He crashed into the wall with so much force that he vomited blood. But that was the least of his problems. An axe was occupying space in his body where his lung should be. Dealing with that was at the top of his to-do list.

He could still stand, but the pain was too much for him to do that. He was ready to die at that moment. The pain was so much it was all he could think about. He stopped caring about anything anymore, so he remained on the ground waiting for death.

The orc on the other hand was still standing. It still had one of its axes, but the hand that held it had become useless, together with half of its chest and most of the organs in that half.

It was in no shape to fight, but it wasn't willing to give up. It took the axe with its functional arm and took a step forward to finish off its enemy. However, it fell face first to the ground and couldn't stand up again.

The two of them stopped fighting and laid on the ground, bleeding out. It actually became a competition between the two to see who would bleed out first.

The Orc won that competition. It bled out first, so Taylor won the match. The world turned black as he lost consciousness, only for him to find himself hale and hearty in front of the blackboard.

He had completed the mission, but he didn't feel proud about it. "Again."

He took the mission again and fought the orc. This time he lost. 100 training points were deducted for his failure.

"Again." He said.

This time he didn't overthink. He tried to relax and live in the moment. His strategy worked since he defeated the orc. But he still wasn't content with his results because it took him 11 minutes to defeat the orc.

He had fought mostly on the defensive and finally clutched a victory when his enemy became sloppy. That seems like a good victory to him.

So he said, "Again."

Then he fought the Orc again.

Meanwhile, the gods had long become bored with his antics. Besides, Legion-9 had other things to look at currently. He was looking at a coalition between Legion-1 and a coalition of Domain gods.

The coalition was formed by seven domain gods. They didn't form the coalition to fight him. They formed it as a representation of the cooperation of the seven world gods who have decided to work together.

As representatives of those seven world gods, they have come with a message for 9 Crowns. At least that's what they claimed as soon as they met him outside of Gemmis.

The seven of them were floating on one side while Legion-1 was floating opposite them with his weapon drawn for battle.

One of them had said, "We haven't come to fight. We have a message for you."

Legion-1 nodded, "Get on with it so that we come to the next course of this meal."

Some of them were angry because of what he was insinuating was going to happen after they were done talking. But they were not surprised that he would say something like that. To them, he was a rabid dog that attacked anything in sight.

One of them sighed and said, "Seven world gods have decided to work together to capture you if you keep hindering their investment in God's Domain."

He was surprised by that. He asked, "seven? Just seven?"

They asked him, "Is seven world gods not enough to show how serious this situation is? Is it

not enough for you to realize the danger you are in if you keep hunting us?"

He shook his head and said, "It is not enough. In fact, it is nowhere near enough. I am beginning to think your world gods don't take me seriously."

He was warned immediately. "Careful what you say now. You stand at the precipice of a great decision that might doom you to running for your life for the rest of your life. You might get frozen forever because you ran your mouth. Or worse, being cursed and wishing for death." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Legion-1 wasn't going to heed that warning at all. It was not as if being chased by world gods was a new thing to him. He is currently being chased by many of them.

So seven more world gods who want a piece of him won't change anything. They can stand in line with the rest of people that wants a piece of him.