God of Destruction: Living Among Mortals

Adam darted under the orc's arms, his claws cutting across the hamstrings of the second orc. Tendons snapped like guitar strings, and the beast was down on one knee, screaming in agony.

He climbed the orc's back, sinking his claws into its shoulders for leverage, then drove them into the base of its skull. The orc's bones cracked, like fire igniting in a campfire, and Adam twisted, severing the spine of the orc in an instant. The orc's soul went limp, its body devoid, as it crashed face-first, its rough teeth breaking against the ground.

Nova finished the first orc with a concentrated slash to the orc's exposed chest, the daggers illuminating heavily with red-black aura, cutting deeper and deeper in, then he twisted vividly, shredding the heart and lungs in a gore gash.

Ribs fragments sprinkled onto the nearby goblins, one shard piercing a throat and causing it to shoke on its own blood.

Around them, an Adventurer's wind blade decapitated an orc, the head tumored with a spray of arterial blood that made the grass red. Another was crushed under a club swing, his helmet caving in with a crunch, his brain exploding and leaking from the dents.

Screams mixed with the flesh of the orc meeting the jagged steel of the Adventurer's weapon, limbs littering the streets like a girl rejecting a guy.

Then, the rift grew even wider, encompassing the entire world, yet only C-rank trolls and Tundra Wolves emerged. Since the average Adventurer was C-rank, the monsters pouring from the rift could now possess a higher chance of mortality.

"Everyone, be careful," Marcus yelled, which echoed through the minds of all the Adventurers. "Most of you are C-rank, which means these upcoming monsters are going to be a lot of trouble. Stay focused and work together, that's the only way to clear this dungeon break."

The C-rank trolls and wolves ascended toward the Adventurers in greater numbers, their hulking frames shaking the ground underneath with each step. These beasts stood mostly at ten feet tall.

The trolls were either grey or green, with thick leather armor, with scars spreading like wildfire across their entire body. The wolves were white, with a bite force of more than 50,234 PSI. They were very dangerous if they were to bite, but most C-rank Adventurers, running at Mach five to ten, should just barely escape the wolves' bites.

Both monsters had some regeneration that made them difficult to kill, since their flesh would knit back together in seconds, turning fatal blows into just simple inconveniences.

One troll swung its massive fist, catching an Adventurer mid-spell. The man's barrier shattered like glass, and the impact burst in his chest with a guttural crunch of ribs. He spat at least a liter of blood from his mouth, stridently, as his cough swelled up, ripping his throat from the inside as another liter of blood erupted.

Another Adventurer, a woman with earth manipulation, tried to encase a wolf's legs with stone, but the wolf didn't like it. It snarled at her, flexing its muscles, then shattered the rock as if it were a droplet of water.

It grabbed her by the hair, saliva dripping from its mouth, covering the woman's face, lifting her off the ground. She screamed, creating spikes that pierced the wolf's hide slightly, but the wounds closed almost instantly.

The wolf smashed her against the pavement, her skull cracking open, her brain spilling out, forming like spaghetti, blood mixed in together. Her body twitched once, reacting one last time, then lay limp as the wolf stomped on her torso, organs squishing underfoot like an overripe fruit.

Marcus moved like a perfect shadow, unleashing waves of darkness that wrapped around all the trolls and wolves on the battlefield. Then, in an instant, he snapped all the limbs of all the creatures, infecting his shadows to discombobulate the creatures from the inside out, making them limp in that moment.

"I swear to fucking god, I told you to work together and not be heroes, didn't I?" Marcus yelled at them stridently, his voice betraying his unhappiness with his fellow Adventurers.

The Adventurers knew they had fucked up, but then nodded with strength, forming in pairs, knowing that teamwork makes the dreamwork.

As more trolls and wolves popped through the tear, Marcus leapt backwards, and all the Adventurers, including the trio, knew what he was going to do, but for his move to work, he needed some time.

Just before he closed his eyes, levitating just a few feet from the ground, his hand representing a yin-yang symbol, another surge of monsters poured through, this time, Trolls, wolves, Wyverns, Mirror Imp, Griffins, and Ether Wyrm creatures poured through.

A Mirror Imp was a B-rank creature that resembled a mirror and could deflect attacks or mimic sounds. Ether Wyrm were A-rank creatures that looked like semi-ethereal dragons, which could phase through walls briefly. But their claws were the real deal.

A Mirror Imp skidded forward on spider-like legs. It mimicked an Adventurer's fire blast, redirecting the flames back at him. The man's scream cut through the silence, his own fireball searing his flesh like a well-done steak.

The Adventurer's skin seared and peeled back, his eyes melting in their sockets as he collapsed into a heap of flesh. Another imp mimicked a war cry, amplifying it into a sonic blast that shattered a nearby Adventurer's eardrums.

Blood poured from his ears as he staggered, only to be gutted by a Tundra Wolf's jaw, intestines ripped apart from the body, as the body fell to the ground, knees first, then slamming against the ground. The wolf ate the intestines, grinning maliciously at the other Adventurers.

All around the world, it was the same situation. Whether it was France, Greece, India, Australia, or even Antarctica, though those creatures were confused, as no one was there, and instead found penguins, with whom they were interested

"There are way too many of them," Nova yelled as an Ether Wyrm phased through a concrete wall. "This isn't enough; there aren't too many A-rank Adventurers for us to push this horde back." Then he said, looking up at the sky: "We need a miracle to survive."