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Third POV:
The ground trembled, a deep, resonant shudder that traveled up through the soles of Akai's boots and into his bones, with every one of Kurokaz's colossal steps. The giant loomed over him, a mountain of scarred flesh and knotted muscle, blotting out the flickering torchlight and casting Akai into a moving pool of shadow. Every inch of the behemoth radiated a raw, terrifying, primal power that seemed to warp the very air around him. The shadows of the other prisoners, still scrambling and fighting, were cast across the walls like a panoply of living nightmares, but all attention, all energy in the chaotic hall, was irresistibly drawn to the epicenter: the little, seemingly insignificant human standing utterly unflinching before the fifteen-meter titan.
"You little rat," Kurokaz's voice boomed, not just loud but heavy, each word rolling like thunder across the hall, vibrating in Akai's chest. "Do you know who I am?"
Akai tilted his head, a picture of casual insolence, though every sense was screaming, every muscle was coiled. "Actually? No. But hi, I'm Akai." The flippancy was a weapon, sharp and deliberate.
The giant's yellow, milky eyes narrowed into venomous slits. His subsequent roar was a physical force, echoing through the stone corridors with such intensity that small stones and dust shook loose from the ceiling high above. "Your parents didn't know how to raise you!"
Akai blinked, his expression one of mock offense, a smirk playing on his lips. "What? Why are we including parents here? First, I don't have any. Second, if you were so well-educated, you wouldn't be rotting in this shithole either."
Kurokaz's massive, three-fingered hand twitched, the tendons tightening like thick cables. The giant snarled, veins rippling along his thick neck and temples like angry snakes. "You filthy rat… need to be dead."
Akai chuckled, the sound cold and sharp, his grin not reaching his eyes. "Dead? That's too fast… and only in your dreams, but—"
Before he could finish the taunt, Kurokaz lunged. The speed was breathtakingly unnatural for a creature of such immense size, a blur of destructive motion. The sound of air splitting was accompanied by the thunderous, earth-shattering impact of his fists hammering down where Akai had stood a microsecond before. Akai barely rolled to the side, the wind of the blow ruffling his hair, the force of it stinging his skin. "Jesus… holy crap!" he muttered, the words ripped from him by sheer surprise.
The first blow hit the wall behind him with a deafening CRASH! Stone fragments exploded outwards like shrapnel from a cannonball. Dust and shattered brick rained down in a choking cloud, and a deep, resonating thud-thud-thud vibrated through the floor as the shockwave traveled. Another strike, a sweeping backhand, caught Akai a glancing blow in the side, the force enough to send him spinning off his feet and crashing back into another wall with a sickening BANG. White-hot pain lanced through his ribs. He coughed, a spatter of coppery blood hitting his tongue, and he wiped the crimson smear from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
He pushed himself upright, gritting his teeth against the ache. "Only an idiot attacks him directly," he breathed, the lesson learned instantly.
His eyes, sharp and analytical, scanned the devastated hall around him. It was a landscape of opportunity painted in destruction: broken pillars lay like felled trees, jagged stones littered the floor, heavy chains pooled near broken manacles, half-collapsed doors hung from twisted hinges, shallow pools of dank water reflected the frantic, flickering torchlight, and everywhere, the shadows of other prisoners were pressed into the walls and alcoves, staring at the confrontation in a mixture of awe, fear, and bloodlust. The chaos itself gave him an idea — a plan so insane, so precise, that only someone with a mind honed by survival and a system feeding him data could ever conceive it.
Akai's eyes glimmered with cold calculation as he whispered to himself, the words a rapid-fire internal monologue. "If I use the walls, the pillars, the very weight of this level… if I control his momentum, strike at the precise angles where his mass becomes a weakness… I can bring him down without trading pure power. I'll make him believe he's invincible right up until the moment he falls."
The plan solidified in an instant: he would bait Kurokaz into a series of powerful, overreaching attacks, dodge at the last possible moment, and counter not to injure, but to destabilize, to channel every one of the giant's own strikes into building kinetic energy, using his enhanced strength and the system's real-time feedback to turn each of the titan's punches into an amplified weapon against itself. He'd manipulate the environment, using rubble and fallen debris as extensions of his strikes, creating tripping hazards, and eventually targeting the structural weaknesses—the giant's knees, ankles, and vertebrae—a calculated chain reaction designed to collapse even a titan.
"Okay," Akai muttered, his fists tightening, his stance shifting into something lower, more balanced, ready to spring. "Let's end this, big boy."
The next assault was a blinding blur of violence.
Kurokaz swung a massive arm in a wide, decimating arc, tearing chunks of stone from the floor. Akai ducked under it, the wind roaring past his ears, rolled forward across the uneven ground, and came up striking the giant's shin with a resonating BAM that sent a jarring vibration all the way up his own arm. He countered again and again, a relentless mosquito, each strike small but perfectly placed, each impact feeding data to the system, making his own fists feel heavier, faster, sharper. Blood spatters—his and the giant's—decorated the walls. The stonework cracked under the strain of the colossal forces at play. Dust and stone exploded around them in a perpetual haze. Each punch Akai threw was calculated to aggravate, to unbalance; each block and dodge was precise, conserving energy, letting the giant exhaust himself.
Kurokaz roared, a sound of pure, boiling frustration now, and began to swing wildly, abandoning technique for sheer, overwhelming force. He slammed his fists down like meteors, shattering pillars, sending lethal shards of stone flying like daggers. Akai danced between them, a ghost in the chaos, grunting as he took minor blows on his arms and shoulders, his body aching, the taste of blood constant in his mouth. But his mind was a cold, flawless machine — calculating trajectories, predicting movements, adapting strategies in nanoseconds.
Seeing his chance, he used a toppled pillar as a launch ramp, springing high into the air, twisting his body to put all his momentum into a single, devastating kick aimed directly at the side of Kurokaz's knee with a sickening CRUNCH! of rending cartilage and bone. The giant faltered, a bellow of pain and surprise tearing from his throat, and stumbled forward, off-balance for the first time. Akai pressed the advantage without mercy. Punches rained in a relentless, staccato rhythm, a jackhammer against a mountainside, each hit embedding deeper into the Bonebreaker's weakening defenses.
Finally, with a final, explosive surge, Akai leaped onto the broken wall behind the stumbling giant, pushed off with all his strength, twisting his body midair like a corkscrew. Channeling every ounce of his enhanced power, every bit of kinetic energy stolen from the giant's own attacks, he drove his fist like a piston into the center of Kurokaz's massive chest. The impact was not just a sound but a feeling—a deep, visceral THUD so immense that the entire hall seemed to shiver, and a wave of force radiated outwards, knocking nearby prisoners off their feet.
Kurokaz crashed to the ground, the impact itself a minor earthquake. He lay there, a grotesque, fallen shadow of his former towering self, his chest visibly concave, breathing in ragged, shallow, wet gasps. Dust, rubble, and the mist of blood filled the air, slowly settling over the scene of devastation.
The prisoners, the roaring, mindless swarm, went completely and utterly silent. Not a whisper, not a growl, not a shuffle of feet—the sheer, shocking devastation of Akai's final strike froze even them in place, their animal instincts recognizing a new, apex predator.
Akai stood above the fallen giant, his smirk fixed in place though his chest was heaving, sweat and blood mingling on his skin. The air crackled with silent tension.
The system's voice chimed, crisp and clean in the sudden quiet.
[Mission Complete: Kurokaz Eliminated]
[Level Up: Level 5]
[Rewards: +750 EXP | 400 System Coins | Advanced Physical Skill Token | Enhanced Reflex Module]
Akai's grin widened into something truly fierce as he surveyed the frozen chaos, the blood still dripping from his split lip. He muttered under his breath, the words sharp and clear and dripping with dark satisfaction:
"Hehe… this was so fucking satisfying."
"Let's move on."
The freed prisoners, still surrounding him, hesitated now, their bloodlust tempered by a new, instinctual fear, sensing the terrifying power of the calculating force now standing in their midst. And as Akai stepped forward, over the body of the Bonebreaker, the nightmare of Level 6 bent subtly, irrevocably, to the will of its new master.
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[End of Chapter 11.]
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