Chapter 150 The Hub (Part II)

"I accept."

[Death Match has been accepted. Until one person is dead, you will be locked in place.]

"Gukakaka! I will make you regret messing with me!"

In an instant, my head twisted, making me view the world from the opposite of what it should be. I didn't expect this midget to be this strong and fast.

It was something no one in my world could be compared to. Zalga did a great job hiding his strength, even if it was unintentional. His figure made it hard to deem him as someone strong.

"Tsk."

I heard the gremlin click his tongue once he thought this battle was over. He was still short, and his lost height hadn't come back.

"I'm still alive."

Not only was it the midget that had his spine tingle, but the spectator also. They saw how I spoke without worry, with my head twisted around.

"So your race has that kind of ability. Annoying but not impossible to deal with."

Now that's just racist--way to assume that humans had some freaky ability that was disgusting to look at.

Like before, the speed he had shown was tremendous. This time he severed and bisected me into two pieces. Thinking about how I would kill him, he stared at my body, observing my insides.

I could quickly kill him with my skill, but how should I do it? This was the most troubling problem that had always occurred when I was in a situation like this.

"I think you misunderstood something, it's my skill that keeping me alive. I'm practically unkillable. Your physical attacks are pretty useless."

The man looked at me in despair. In a death match like this, it was practically impossible to win. Unless one of us dies, we will be stuck here forever. As for my cut-up body, it repaired itself, and I was good as new.

"You're welcome to try again. I also don't feel any pain from being hurt."

"You also can't kill me!"

I shook my head and ridiculed him. He might be strong enough to have this much confidence, but he was still someone venerable to death.

"During this whole match, you have shrunk by another twenty centimeters. Does being small not matter once you reach a certain height? You haven't noticed this at all."

Being the size of a two-year-old, I stared down at him. I could step on his head and make it burst if I wanted to. The little man stared at me, concerned about what would happen and what he should be.

"Are you going to shrink me to the size of an ant???"

"How perceptive of you. I'm going to stomp you in front of the audience."

"With your speed! It impossible for you to do that!"

"That's where you are wrong."

Zalga's expression hardened once he heard what I said. As his height kept shrinking, he was the size of my shoes.

"It's time for your death stop."

The midget felt something entangled in him. All movement he had ceased to exist. He panicked when he knew what was going to happen. My leg was a few steps away from squishing him.

"STOP!!!"

He screamed out loud, his voice quieter, with his pitch increasing as his size decreased. I didn't care about his plea. Zalga intended to do something horrible to me, knowing I was new to this hub.

Blood started to spew when my foot crushed his entire body. It was like I stepped on a cockroach when I tried to twist my foot, making sure it was dead.

"You're pretty tough. You're still alive even when I'm squishing you with all my strength."

Zalga couldn't even speak with him under my foot. The blood on my shoe would need to be cleaned, and those who were spectating were interested in what I could do.

Eventually, the man on my foot bled out. Well shit... This negative status was starting to affect my mind. In ten minutes, this cruelty of mine had already taken shape.

[Challenger Zalga has been killed. Everything he owns is now yours.]

Looking at the system, I realized I had forgotten to take my rewards for the seven invasions I had done. I can check them out when I leave the hub.

When the battle was over, the spectators had left, leaving some people to stare at me. A group of men approached me when I was about to leave. Observing them, they seem like thugs, pretty untrustworthy people.

"You. What's your name? Your style of fighting intrigues me."

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

The man who acted like the leader laughed when he heard what I said. Was he someone well-known around the area?

"It's been a while since someone had asked me that. I'm June Bull, one of the leading gang members of this hub."

A gang member? Those were extinct back in our world. Small gang members are almost impossible unless you count a crime organization as one.

"Gang?"

"You may think this place is a lawful place with the system's killing rule, but that is further from the truth."

I figured that out when the gremlin dueled me, but gang members? There was a slight interest when I heard about gangs in this place.

June was explaining everything as I thought of my idea. Despite being a gang member, he seems passionate about his role.

"So now that I said my name, what's yours?"

"Charles."

"How about it? Does our gang appeal to you?"

Cliche. With power, I don't need to join anyone. While I'm still technically working for Linsey, she hasn't asked much of me.

"Sorry, but working under anyone isn't my style."

June didn't show any negative reaction when I rejected his offer. He didn't seem surprised by my choice.

As for his gang, it was the opposite. Their boss was charismatic, so being rejected in front of them didn't sit well with them.

"I knew it. If you want to reconsider, my gang Nova will welcome you any time."

"Let's go, boys."

June and his man left after I rejected their offer. With them gone, another ten minutes were gone.