Years ago...
After reaching the peak of my sanity, only one thought remained:
Kill.
I never saw my parents share a kiss. They speak of love... but I never felt it in the cradle. I was left behind, discarded like trash. A rejected baby.Family? Loyalty?Those were distant concepts, nearly fictional.I learned to kill before I ever learned to speak.
"I wonder... how far hatred can go."
"I wonder... how low a human can fall."
How many innocents died by my hands?
How many times did I become the monster others feared?
I lived the worst way possible.
Present day.
Adrian was a blur on the battlefield.A storm of flesh, steel, and fury.
His blade cut through the air with a dry sound, like a dirge — slicing lives like weeds. His fists shattered skulls, crushed spines, turned bodies into bags of pulverized flesh and bone.
Blood. Rage. Wrath.
It all swirled around him in a maelstrom of pure violence.
[☠️ KILL MONSTER: 1,219,005... 1,319,015... 1,419,105 kills!]
The numbers surged like a cursed stopwatch, ticking upward every second.No Kill Count could stop him.Not groups of 100.Not hordes of 300.They were swept away like dust before a living cataclysm.
Blood wasn't just a consequence.
It was part of him.It was him.
"Melisa... If you could see me now, you'd say I became the monster I swore to destroy."
His eyes, cold and hollow, reflected the carnage around him.
"Maybe you were right."
Thousands of voices screamed inside his head.Whispers. Laughs. Screams.The souls he had consumed...
But the only voices that truly matteredwere forever silent.
"If there's a higher being among us...""One that can still forgive..."
His fists clenched tight enough to crush steel.
"Then I hope you can forgive me. Because... I haven't given up on redemption."
Mountains of corpses rose like grotesque towers.Rivers of blood flowed through ruins.Cold, pale hands tried to drag him down.Whispers haunted his ears.But nothing made him falter.
[☠️ KILL MONSTER: 1,599,205 kills]
Above it all, watching...
Him.
The man with 1,602,322 kills carved into his forehead floated atop a black storm cloud.Rain fell heavy, like the tears of a dying sky.
His eyes, ravenous, were locked on Adrian — even from 70 kilometers away.
The rain thickened.
— Impressive... — his voice sliced through the storm. — You still cling to those insects, trying to protect what can't evolve. Less than 30% of them remain... yet you play the hero.And me? I'm the villain.
Adrian said nothing.But the air between them cracked.The sky grew darker.The world itself seemed on the verge of rupture.
Lightning split the heavens.The storm roared like a divine warning.
Then, Adrian finally spoke:
— Don't call me a hero.
His eyes gleamed with a supernatural light.
— Heroes die too early to become what I am.
And then, he moved.
Seventy kilometers.
Crossed in a single instant.
The battle the world wasn't ready to witness...
KILL MONSTER vs KILL MONSTER
...had begun.
And Foster City would be the stage for the end.