A Typical Regressor Story

I calmly swing my first spear strike at the first monster who comes aggressively towards me in this soon to be our bloody battle-- cutting that running chaos corpse in half, vertically, as its body immediately splattered with brain juices and internal organs all over the place-- my body was even full of disgusting juices from this corpses and it's fucking disgusting, as if someone just puked at you directly.

This horrendous smell of fuzzy blood immediately entered my nose and the poisonous blood splattered in my tense face, However, I shielded myself from the blood of that chaos corpse by enveloping myself in my own mana-- to protect my body knowing that brutal death will happen if I didn't protect myself from that blood.

....Shit, this things are so fucking disgusting.

As I said those words, I know that this strike will be the start of our long arduous journey of life-and death battle in this place to survive for the ten of us to survive in this damn shitty world.

I swung calmly, and used my spear techniques to try and deflect, stab and use their own power against these monsters with their own body knowing that it's my duty to protect this side.

My technique is just the simple application of the spear, a weapon that can reach a longer range than a sword, with its terrific range and can kill their enemies while keeping their own distance.

And the bloody fight was full all-out now where the monsters completely attacked us with all their might, even sacrificing their own life just to be able to damage us slightly, because their sheer size in all directions will make up for it. And I doubt if we can even survive this-- if we really survive this. It will be in a critical condition or half death, but who knows?

For the meantime, due to the solid formation that we have from the ten of us right now which cover all aspects of a well-balanced group-- this formation keeps us safe for a while as an ongoing flow of sheer numbers of attacks that these monsters made to damage us was ongoing brutally.... However, it's unendurable, but quite manageable all at the same time. It's essentially our lifeline that made us alive in the meantime in this battle of the last people of this universe.

The group formation was like this:

We are composed of three vanguards in front; their role was to protect our formation from all the monsters in the front side of the clash and they faced the full force of the attacks of these monsters-- which the three vanguards are composed of, The Hero, which was positioned at the middle of these three vanguards, the Mightest Shield of the Orcs on the left side and the Swordman of Light at the right.

My position right now is in the left rear of the group formation, particularly, at the southern left side of the rear and my role was to protect the damage dealers and the only healer that our group had, Jessica... she was the only person in the group that served as healer and the other three on the other hand, that comes from different backgrounds and races specialized in different types of Magic that served as the damage dealer for all us, and they are tasked to damage the most number of the monsters they see in a group and kill those monstrosities down.

And yes... I know that I'm not the tankiest and the strongest in this group of these mighty heroes. Yet, despite that, my speed was highly acclaimed and respectable even to this group of particular strongest people considered in the universe. With the addition of one more teammate in my side as we protect this left rear, we are tasked to protect this side at all cost.

And the other two on the right side were tasked to protect their side too.

Countless monsters emerged on my side leading to a difficult fight, because I have to fight them on all of my side yet, there's no one who can help me in this situation... it's basically all in myself fight that I have to deal with because my teammate I'm this left rear was already occupied in his own fair share of battle.

"Fuck, there's so many of them."

As I continuously used my technique to kill this things coming to my side. I stabbed, swung, deflected, kited and used my speed to avoid the attacks that they did to me-- I fought really, really hard like my life's being dependent on it, as the group's formation was in the risk of this battle.

Death will surely be guaranteed if just one of us falters and crumbles in this situation. It will be the start of the downfall of this group and... our own death.

As I stabbed yet again through these jelly-like goo monsters that tried to attack me in the front but I deflected their attack of dark goos and counterattacked immediately, splattering them into pieces.

Then, I dodged the vicious attack of these dark black skeletons with their intent to kill me while I used my spear to deflect and stabbed these monstrosities in my side, as I avoid their rotten flesh poisonous black blood with the use of my refined mana.

I also used my speed to evade these humongous shitty tentacles that sucked your life energy if they managed to hold you by, which guaranteed a painful death for any of us.

Continuously stabbing, dodging, slashing, piercing and deflecting all of the attacks of these countless monsters in my side to protect using

all of my experience and power to battle that I can unleash out in this difficult bloody battle... I felt a firm flow of actions and emotions as I continuously do this unnerving types of technique to live with my love of my life.

And the team fought really hard in this despairing situation due to the sheer numbers of the enemies that we have to fight with as we cling to our dear lives, fighting hard and unleashing our strength to not die on these monsters and to not give them the momentum to overrun us.

But suddenly, I noticed myself slowing down for a second or two as I accumulated enough damage over time. Although it's not poisonous due to the refined filter of my mana, the wounds eventually caught up to me as I observed my strikes developing the sluggishness and slowness of weakness, which tells me that my body was like a mess turning into a bloody pulp of wounds and blood.

Despite all of that, by just sheer determination to live, I continued to swing my spear at the appearing monsters while ignoring my weakening body as the monsters continuously came up to me with the intent to kill me and my group.

"Fuck... I can't falter in this battle." As a gushing blood immediately flowed in my mouth, but I ignored it and continued to fight with all I have.

Or it will basically tell the end of us if they managed to kill me and get ahold of Jessica, our healer and my beloved wife.

Nevertheless, through fighting, I noticed something-- a premonition, something wrong that was about to happen, and an undaunted strong bad feeling engulfs me as I look over to the vanguards.

And I was right...

I shockingly gazed over at the big bloody gaping wound that appeared in the side of one of the vanguards of the group with the name as The Mightest Shield, and it's surely been afflicted by the shadow-like entity that I've seen earlier and chosen to ignore, due to the unknown strength that he have... and now, I realized our terrible mistake. We choose to ignore that monster.

"Shit, he is much stronger than we thought."

As I noticed that laughing evil smirk that appeared on that monster's evil face as he looked at us mockingly, like ants struggling for their dear lives in this barren world.

The undauntedly bad premonition happens, and the Mightest Shield suddenly faltered in the frontline of this very bloody battle, gasping at the deep wound he received from the unexpected cloaked powerful monster.

Where almost half of his internal organs from the lungs to intestines on the right side were almost turned into a mush, and the right side of the body completely disappeared as blood flowed from his mouth with chunks of his pieces of internal organs in his body splattered on the ground.

As the two other vanguards tried to cover for him in the frontlines.

This unfortunate event resulted in the breakage of our formation, and a harder fight for us in all of the sides.

As I realized a much more heavy load of enemies that I have to deal with on my left side.

I desperately swung, stabbed, deflected and attacked again the much heavier numbers of enemies, and through my sheer will and determination regardless of my battered body, I managed to hold these monsters for a while as I gambled everything I have on the line, with desparation and sheer will to live that motivates me to continously fight into this battle even if I had many wounds in my already broken body.

Like a madman, I fought these countless hordes of enemies that I disregarded my body for it. Yet, I used a bit of my mana to protect myself from outside influences with the small hope that, maybe, me and my wife can survive this shitty world.

Swinging my already blood-coated spear a million times, stabbing these shitty things ten million times, deflecting their attack a hundred million times, and surviving yet again with this broken body countless times that I almost think it's a miracle.

I can't even number how many times I fucking killed all sort of these monsters. Yet, I continuously used my techniques and killed this monsters.

However, I knew that my death is near, as I am already going numb in both of my arms that holds the spear and my battered body, it's full of wounds and blood that I can't even identify myself If I look at a mirror once more.

And my team-- they're dying one by one, and even the Hero, who was once hailed as the strongest in the Universe, faltered at the sheer amount of enemies he had to deal with, including his deep wounds and injuries as he fought those monsters with everything he got on the line.

Jessica, our healer and my wife died in the battle, as she was stabbed by multiple tentacles in all parts of her body leading to a gruesome death and a gloomy husk in her place.

"Shit, Jessica!!!", those were the words that I muttured when I saw her being stabbed by those fucking tentacles in her body... My dear wife, my love of my life, Fuckkkkk! As I immediately came into her laying place when I saw her... she's on her death's... door.

It really hurts remembering her last smile at me and the deep kiss we share before the fight. As if she knows that this fight will dictate her death as I thought of the things that she said to me... for the last time with a sad... fucking smile.

"Please... live for me, Keizen."

As I swung again vigorously with the pain in my heart mixed with it, stabbed yet again much more harder to this monstrosity symbolizing my grieving heart, deflected the attacks through my sheer reflexes in the body that I didn't notice the time with the battle ongoing on, until I don't know how countless hours, days, weeks passed by in this barren place full of gloomy husks of death as the the fight continues.

And before I knew it, through countless swings of my beloved spear and bloody spectacle of my body due to disregarding it-- with deep wounds in every part of my body. I barely... managed to kill all of the monstrosities in this barren planet excluding that one shadowy figure that I saw before and the monsters outside of this world, continously watching us amusement.

Yes, there are monsters outside of this planet. We only fought the monsters on this planet, not the outside of the universe so they're still waiting for us.

For sure, we will be overrun by them and we will surely can't defend ourselves if they joined the fight earlier.

It seems like they're waiting for that strong evil monster looking at us with his still, naughty mocking smile towards us as if he's looking at a desparate prey that he can't wait to kill.

Suddenly, I heard an audible giggle infront of me as if it was amused in my battle between these hordes, as I looked over to see where that almost-mocking sound came from.

"You're a tough one, huh?"

I saw that monster behind me, smiling demonically to me like a predator drooling to his prey, as I'm still watching his position and I immediately hear his death-incarnate voice behind my back.

And there's only one conclusion that appeared in my mind when I heard those words.

Yes, I'm pretty fucked right now.