Death Heir’s Devouring System

"At least warn me if you are going on the offensive. We are a team for hell's sake!" Chunk complained before jumping down the towering structure, following after Azrael.

While they quickly approached their prey, the unexpected duos were busy in their conversation.

"Hey, what luck that we met Runeblade!" ArcLancer, the tallest one, spoke.

He was one of the numerous people that liked to stream these kinds of matches on the internet. Since ArcLancer had quite a memorable personality, he was making quite good money despite being far from the trending page.

[Don't you have any shame?]

[Losers like you are the reason games like these aren't fun anymore!]

[God, I hope somebody comes around and breaks your face!]

ArcLancer couldn't help but laugh out loud seeing the outrage he was causing. Few were brave enough to stream when they were teaming during battle royale, since the ones that dared to would be bombarded with hate.

But to ArcLancer, that was his goal. No matter if it was negative or positive attention, it was still engagement that would pay the bills!

"Can you blame me? We play on a server with realistic pain receptors. Can't a man do everything in his power to avoid pain? It's only natural; this is what makes us human!" He bellowed, a smile creeping on his face.

[Coward!]

[If you are so scared, don't play at the hardest mode there is!]

[People like you are the reason streaming has become such a disputed topic!]

Once ArcLancer judged that he had caused enough outrage, he glanced at the other three Chosen in the temporary alliance.

The only reason the alliance was made possible was that the three were also streaming, albeit not as popular as ArcLancer but still streaming nonetheless. And having the opportunity to collaborate with him and drive engagement to their streams was their goal.

"So we clean the server and then have duels to determine the winner, is that right?" The woman in the opposite duo asked.

ArcLancer nodded. "Of course, it's only fair we do things this way."

Inwardly he was grinning. 'Though I plan to betray you at the last moment, securing the win. This shall enrage the viewers even more. Oh, the money from the ad revenue will be insane!'

Just when they were prepared to go and survey the area for prey, ArcLancer spotted a familiar figure.

"Hey look!" he shouted, pointing with his finger. "This long hair and this mask… there is no doubt, this has to be Silkflow!"

In truth, the man was pointing at Chunk, who was running full force toward them, not in order to fight, but to follow after Azrael.

"He must have some nerve daring to challenge us teamers!"

"If we make him beg live, the views will be off the charts!"

The eyes of the streamers glimmered in greed, but one realized something.

"Wait, this is supposed to be a duo! Where is his teammate?" ArcLancer thought alertly, observing the area. If they were to be ambushed and killed, he would lose face before his viewers.

'I can't allow that to happen!' With that thought, his eyes perked up, searching for any sign of ambush.

Thanks to that, in the last second he witnessed a figure that had been running in front of Silkflow all this time.

Azrael, making use of his passive skill, [Ghostwalk], didn't have problems reaching his enemies unseen thanks to the little noise he was making.

ArcLancer's heart skipped a beat briefly seeing the featureless bloody void Azrael wore; even worse, he was being charged at full force. His instinct screamed at him to take a step back.

"Be wary of his teammate!" ArcLancer warned, stepping backward.

"Pushing four Chosen while his teammate is so far back? He must be a newbie!" One of the streamers sneered, eager to stand out to the viewers as he stepped forward.

His sword fell down on Azrael with the intent to end the battle in one swift move.

Azrael and his hidden face behind the void remained unfazed. He shifted his body weight to the side, evading the attack effortlessly.

In the same breath, he side-kicked the knee of the man that had dared to come at him.

"Shit!" The streamer cried, collapsing on the ground.

"Hey hel—"

His plea for help was cut abruptly, witnessing the shadow that loomed overhead him.

Raising his hand, Azrael flicked his finger, a deadly scythe appearing in his grip instantly.

The streamer didn't have time to blink before his head fell from his shoulders.

[First life taken!]

The words echoed in the heads of the Chosen, yet Azrael didn't halt.

Moving so fast that he appeared like a blur, he lunged at his next enemy.

"Who is that?"

"I don't care, surround him!"

Moving as fast as they could, the streamers encircled him.

Most would have panicked by the low chances of winning, yet neither the featureless void nor his movements betrayed any kind of hesitation.

His scythe blurred through the air, eager to claim ArcLancer's head.

Gritting his teeth, ArcLancer called forth his spear, intercepting the attack at the last moment.

Under the sudden stress, he ignored the reactions of his growing audience.

The two Chosen that had cornered Azrael attacked.

He slipped past the strike from the left, but the one from the right cut true, carving a deep gash across his neck.

Yet he still didn't halt. The crimson liquid shifted, moving faster than the eye could perceive.

Another scythe appeared in his hand, manifested from his own blood.

"Wha—"

Before his next prey could call out, her head fell to the ground with a thud.

[First duo eliminated!]

'How did this happen?' ArcLancer's mind raced the moment he witnessed his teammate hitting the ground.

From four against one, it turned to one against one in seconds.

[Who is that?]

[I don't know, he isn't a streamer.]

[He looks kind of scary though.]

[I don't care! He massacred the teamers in seconds, it's time he passed judgment on ArcLancer as well!]

[That's right, kill him!]

[Make him suffer!]

[Make him beg!]

ArcLancer, too focused on the fight to pay attention to the opinion of his viewers, stepped forward. As things were going, he knew that he would take a blow to his reputation. Left with no other option, he prepared his strongest attack.

Sparks of light swirled around his spear, slashing a moment later. An arc so fast that even most Champions couldn't react in time.

Azrael couldn't avoid it either. The spear shattered his armor with ease, tearing a deep wound across his exposed chest.

However, ArcLancer didn't stop there; knowing that this wasn't going to be enough, he stepped forward once more and struck.

The speed of his spear accelerated even more, piercing right through Azrael's left shoulder.

'That has to be enough!' ArcLancer mused.

'The pain you must be feeling must be exhilarating! Now beg! Cry! Show me fear!'

Since pain receptors were set to realistic, he expected his opponent to show some kind of reaction to the pain.

Yet Azrael didn't retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, driving the spear deeper and widening the wound.

Before ArcLancer could react, he tasted iron as Azrael's fist hit him square in the face.

With a gasp, he fell on the ground, letting go of his weapon.

His body sweated, heart pounded, and vision blurred. Weakly he tried to get up.

However, a weight set atop him, pinning him to the ground.

ArcLancer's vision cleared just enough to see the featureless void that hid Azrael's face.

Only to be assaulted by his fist once again.

Azrael didn't stop.

He just kept hitting.