Dual System: Ascension of A Nameless Nobody

“This guy is really pissin’ me off…!” Yeong-Un muttered, picking himself up.

“Same here,” he nodded, “But we have to play this smart. For now…hold those emotions in the best you can.”

Though he could see that his words didn’t nearly match what Yeong-Un felt; the scarred adolescent was shaking and trembling with a mixture of rage and grief, gritting his teeth as tears lined his eyes.

To him, it felt like a miracle that he managed to subdue his blind rage even slightly.

“…Binna…!” Yeong-Un said painfully through grit teeth as he looked past their enemy, towards the woman who was held in Sol’s arms.

–Shit! He’s not focused!…I don’t blame him, but–! He thought.

Since Yeong-Un was preoccupied between conflicting emotions of grief and rage, he was forced to jump in front of him, blocking an incoming attack from the jovial fiend.

“So diligent! You’re truly admirable, Jeong-Hui!” Dae-Mon laughed with a smile.

The attack he blocked came in the form of a gigantified fist, wrapped in chain-like, metal skin that was natural armor forged by the morphing body of the pink-haired, smiling man.

Dae-Mon was still as lively as ever despite the previous brutal attacks he took, which naturally were mended by his monstrous constitution.

“…Do you ever shut your damn mouth?!” He spilled through his clenched teeth.

Against the overwhelming strength behind the metallic-skinned fist that had been blown up to well over twenty times its normal size, he felt his boots slide back while holding his own strength against Dae-Mon’s.

“Sorry, I guess I don’t! Aha-ha! I do really enjoy talking to you, though!” Dae-Mon grinned._.

This guy…! He thought.

As he glanced back, he realized Yeong-Un was no longer standing there, leaving him perplexed momentarily.

Huh? He thought.

As he looked forward once again, he saw at the last moment that Yeong-Un, using his animalistic agility, sprinted across the walls in an unnatural silence, fueled by fiery emotions as he swiped his dual blades.

“Oh–?” Dae-Mon said in delight.

Squelch.

Before the immortal-seeming man could properly react, the words left his lips as his head was already sliced from his shoulders.

Just as quickly as it was lobbed off, Dae-Mon reached up with his headless body, catching his own head and reattaching it to his neck as it stitched itself back together instantly.

“Splendid!” Dae-Mon complimented him.

Yeong-Un didn’t bat an eye, continuing on as he took over the fight from there, beginning to rapidly slash his dual blades towards the shapeshifting foe in front of him.

“So fast! You’re really fired up now, aren’t you?!” Dae-Mon dodged the edge of the blades while smiling happily.

Not planning on being caught in the crossfire, he backed away, rushing over to Sol and Binna to check on the mortally injured comrade of theirs.

“Is she…?” He asked, dropping to his knees beside Binna.

The woman’s eyes were lost, looking up at the ceiling but not staring at anything. Just one look at the massive, clear hole left in her torso was enough to assure anybody of her fate.

Sol was hardly able to maintain himself as tears left his eyes, shaking his head, “–What the hell do we do, Jeong-Hui?! We’re…We’re losing everybody–!!!”

Hearing those exact words, he felt his own stable mind diminish–struggling to hold onto whatever calm focus he miraculously had been gripping onto with his quivering fingers.

“Jeong-Hui…?” Sol said his name through tears.

“–“

I have to do something. If this continues…everybody here…He thought.

–

Yeong-Un continued to swing his blades aggressively as he saw red, swiping violently as he cut into the walls by accident, slicing up the ground in the way of his assault.

“–So, so scary!” Dae-Mon taunted him playfully.

Using a sudden burst of speed, Yeong-Un silently took the pink-haired man by surprise this time, aiming both of his blades for his head directly.

If I cut up that brain of yer’s…Even you should go down, you fucked bastard! Yeong-Un thought.

Clang.

Before the edge of the enchanted blades could meet with the target, they were halted by a new pair of swords, which had been manifested through Dae-Mon morphing his arms from the forearm down.

“How is it?…I’m not a big fan of swords myself, but I really like butcher knives. So I mixed the two!” Dae-Mon proudly displayed, wielding the massive butcher-knife made swords as he repelled Yeong-Un’s weapons.

“Tsk!”

Yeong-Un angrily clicked his tongue before immediately setting back in, clenching his grip tightly around the white-and-black handles of his blades while enchanting his own body: “Berserker’s Red Daze.”

It was a spell perfect for his current situation; siphoning his own bottomless rage and shifting it into further physical prowess as his speed increased along with his power.

The ensuing repeated clash of blades was with him on the offense, and Dae-Mon backpedaling while on the defense, though still smiling ear-to-ear the entire time.

Still, progress was beginning to be made as the pink-haired player killer’s defense became more and more shoddy; each time they clashed, his blade arms began to be bounced back, only returning to clash against his angrily-wielded swords at the last second.

With the next attack, they clashed into a stalemate as sparks danced in the repugnant air of the horrific night.

“–I can smell your anger. What’s got you so worked up, buddy?” Dae-Mon asked with a smile.

Yeong-Un growled as he locked eyes with him, “…First things first, I’m cuttin’ that tongue out of yer mouth.”

“How frightening!” Dae-Mon laughed right in his face with that frivolous expression.

He was pushed over the edge, pressing forward as he intended to end the man right then and there, utilizing his berserk strength to push down on the blade-arms.

I’ll fuckin’ kill him! I’ll end this sack of shit, right here, right now-! He told himself.

However, he was caught off-guard as Dae-Mon suddenly pressed his face closer to him with a smile, leering forward as he opened his mouth:

“Boo!”

“Huh–?”

Without any inclination what was about to happen, Yeong-Un’s eyes widened as a heat centered around his shoulder–looking down to see a blade that was stabbed into his left shoulder that was formed from the extended tongue of the abnormal man’s mouth.

The moment the pain set in, that brief flash of weakness in the contest of strength allowed Dae-Mon to break right through his guard, casually swiping his blade-made arms in succession as multiple lacerations were left on Yeong-Un’s body.

“Grgh–!” Yeong-Un winced, falling to his knees.

Right before the spiky-haired young man could fully topple over, he was caught by the re-morphed hands of Dae-Mon that returned to their normal human shape, being held by his chin.

“Let’s see…I’m curious what such an angry fellow such as yourself looks like on the inside~” Dae-Mon cheerfully said, parting his closed eyes to reveal his hollow, black irises.

He was helpless in the man’s grasp as his mouth was forcefully set open by Dae-Mon’s grip from both hands, who pushed both sets of his fingers inside of his mouth.

“Grk…!” Yeong-Un tried to yell out, but was muffled.

“Now, now…There’s no need to yell,” Dae-Mon grinned.

The interior of his mouth was gripped from within as the monstrous strength of Dae-Mon set in, beginning to pull his jaw from either side in a malicious, agonizing manner.

With just a single tug, the edges of Yeong-Un’s mouth were torn open in a stomach-churning sound as blood immediately began seeping out from the fresh wounds.

It was only just then that Jeong-Hui realized what was going on, distracted by the state of Binna as he rushed to his feet.

“Shit–! Yeong-Un!” He called out.

Dae-Mon looked up, realizing the assassin-class youth was rushing towards him now as his smile faded into annoyance, “What a bummer. Guess I won’t get a look.”

The man released his grip on Yeong-Un’s jaw, tossing him aside as he prepared to clash with the enraged assassin, stretching his neck side-to-side.

“…What a look in your eyes. I love it,” Dae-Mon said with an uncharacteristic quietness.

Even though he already dashed forward, aiming to stab one of his daggers through the man’s skull, and another towards his neck, he felt a volatile uneasy take hold of him when he met with those dreadful eyes.

Don’t hesitate! He reminded himself.

Jumping up, he threw his opponent off by using the wall as a foothold for a [Blink Step], reappearing at his side and catching his attention before disappearing again for a double fake-out.

With this, he allowed the tip of his black dagger to soar towards the side of the pink-haired fiend’s skull before–

Dae-Mon simply raised his hand in the path of the dagger, allowing it to be caught in an unnatural grip.

“What…?”

As he looked forward, he saw what held onto his dagger as he attempted to tug it back: on the palm of the man’s hand, a mouth had opened, clenching its large teeth down to trap the blade.

“Heh…” Dae-Mon smirked, seeming to enjoy his confusion.