20- Cultured Arts

Players! a thing that Mark havent found when he was exploring the vicinity of their base, to think there were actually players here.

Mark rushed as fast as he could and saw that the group surrounding Chris were shouting at him.

"I told you! this is part of our territory!" one guy yelled.

"What territory? we have been here for 2 days already!" Chris yelled back.

"We dont care! listen or die!" the man yelled.

*Swoosh!

A figure suddenly dashed in front of the group, it was Mark, "Yo, im back, so who are these dogs that were barking loudly?" Mark said as he casually pricked his ears seemingly annoyed from their voices.

He acted like a bad boy like how it mirrored his appearance.

"They are claiming that they own the whole plains, they just arrived a few minutes ago and they wanted to take our base" Chris said.

"Oh? how bold" Mark said with a amused voice, he then turned his head towards the acting leader of the group.

"What? do you have something against that kid, haha!" The man laughed, he was very confident because they have more numbers which is 20 of them.

It was rare to see this many in one group.

"Leave now, I will give you a chance" Mark said.

"A chance? wahaha! you are funny kid, with your pitiful numbers? try to defeat us?" The man said.

"Hmph, you are just weaklings who relay on numbers, why not be a mathematician" Chris harrumphed.

"Hehe, who cares, in this game, its strong that preys the weak, that is how it works hahaha!" The man laughed, the members of his group also laughed.

"Haha! that is funny" Mark laughed along with the man said as he stepped forward.

The other stopped their brows as they looked at Mark weirdly.

"Does he have a screw lose or something?" One guy asked.

"It doesnt matter haha! this mad lad! I will ask you this last time give it or die!" the leader said.

"Yes, die" Mark said with a smile.

*Swish!

Time seemed to have slowed down as the group only noticed a head flying off from the fields, everyone stared with wide eye as they finally saw whose head it was.

It was the head of the leader of their group, its expression was still laughing and due to the system being kid friendly, there was no blood but it was still gruesome for those who were not used.

*Thud!

The head fell to the ground, followed by the headless body.

Everyone froze as they looked at the dead player, not just the group, but even Chris and the audience.

*Step!

"Wha-"

Everyone heard a voice and woke up from their stupor then the next thing they knew.

*Swish!

A light cold iron sword slashed another one.

It hasn't been a 3 seconds and yet another head had flown away.

"Dont freeze like that! why stop laughing? ahaha, lets laugh like their is no tomorrow" Mark laughed.

"Ah! A demon! Run!" No one knew who shouted but the group immediately tried to run away.

"Ahh, so boring, is this a hunting game?" Mark sighed.

This time, the viewers of the livestream saw Mark chased them with a iron sword on his hand and hunt those players who run away like a pack of sheep.

Even when they scattered away, Mark takes out a bow and shoot them.

It was a slaughter, Mark didnt show any mercy and killed them all one by one, the last one ran for about 30 blocks before he died from the arrow.

Mark never missed a shot with his bow, all of it were headshot.

"Ahh!" Chris finally reacted when he heard the shout of the last player who died from Mark's sword.

"Ma- Nevermore! why did you have to kill them all?" Chris asked.

"Ah well, its the most proper way of cleaning up your opponents" Mark replied.

"But you didnt have to kill them all, you could have just let the others go" Chris said.

"Nyx, remember this, you said we are not heroes and not evil either, but that doesnt mean we have to get pushed around like some easy to bully people, remember letting your enemies go is like giving them a second bullet because they missed the first one, remember, clear your enemies" Mark said as his eyes turned very cold as his gaze landed on Chris.

Chris shuddered but he sighed, "I understand, I will keep that in mind" Chris nodded, Mark had already taught him many things, he was already his master or something.

"But even if you kill them, they will be revived tomorrow" Chris said.

"Oh... I forgot about that, but I guess if they come again, I will just end them again" Mark said with a nonchalant attitude.

"Why are you acting like a psychopath?" Chris asked.

"What do you mean acting like a psychopath, I'm completely normal, I just like fighting... a little bit" Mark turned his head when he said the last sentence.

It was then he saw the viewers also spamming.

[Nevermore is guilty!]

[He is Guilty!]

[Guilty he is]

[Nevermore, you looked handsome when you fight! Im a male and I have fallen for you!]

[Nevermore fan club! male and females are free to join us! we also have doujinshi artist in our group, for exclusive content join us!]

"Im not guilty! and Exclusive content? what is that?" Mark asked.

[Shocks! Nevermore is innocent!]

[Protect the purity!]

[Show him the world!]

[Nevermore! its called cultured arts!]

"Cultured Arts? is that like a famous painting or something? do you know it?" Mark turned his head to Chris and he was blushing.

Chris nodded but he didnt tell what it was and ran inside the base.

"Whats his problem?" Mark frowned but didnt think much about it, he continued chatting with his audience trying to probe them but they already changed their mind and did not say anything.

"I will search it up later then" Mark said ignoring his viewers.