The cruelest game.

In a dark building laying in the depths of a large mountain passed lakes and rivers, beyond natures purview. With black smog rolling and terror filled shrieks, this dark building with goblin and demon statues laying upon it's nine sides.

With only the top of the building being seen one could never expect that deep underground sat a stadium full of death and suffering.

With his arms chained behind him a beaten Won was dragged into the building deep underground.

Briggs brought Won in front of a large man with a thick mustache. The thick bodied man was combing his mustache with a small jade comb. A black robe barely held in his massive gut and a cigar dropped from his lips slightly as smoke shot from his nose. Most noticable about this man was the bright red eyes he had which shone magnificently in the dar room they were in.

Briggs said, "Darkness King Aloof, I have brought you a new challenger."

Darkness King Aloof the name of the fat man said, "This skinny lad? No need, I doubt he'd survive the first round."

Briggs said, "My king this boy killed two mages! Do not look at him and judge so fast, he's quite cunning. Furthermore he's the best kind a sinner."

Aloof opened his eyes slightly, "Sin? Tell me more."

Briggs smirked and said, "This bastard raped his half sister who now carries his baby."

Aloof narrowed his eyes and spat out some black substance that smashed against Briggs pushing him like a small can hit by a strong kick. Smashing into the wall behind him and coughing up blood.

Aloof snarled, "Hmph. You think I don't know what happens in that small Empire? That garbage place isn't enough to even fit in my teeth. Know this trying the darkness is foolish, and the only return is being eaten up by it."

Briggs didn't dare show any dismay over being beaten and kneeled, "Yes you majesty! Yet the fact about him killing two mages is true!"

Aloof looked Won over, his eyes ever so sharp. Eventually he said, "Very well leave the boy. He'll be a good meal for the dogs."

Briggs smiled brightly and bowed. Aloof handed him a small bag of coins.

Won himself was silent as if indifferent and seeing that Aloof laughed as he counted some gold coins in his hand. With a chilling tone, "Boy don't think that you being here means you will just die. If you didn't know the other name of 'The Grim Reapers Graveyard,' is the 'Sinful realm,' here various criminals and degenerates are brought and they undergo a daily battle, killing and Slaughtering their fellow humans. Each day you spend, each minute will slowly shatter your consciousness turning you into a depraved beast seeking only blood and if you die we the ten darkness kings will take your soul and refine it into Evil Stones. Pure horrid Evil, which we ten use to Cultivate. It's in simple terms the most cruel game in the world."

Won unexpectedly shivered uncontrollably as if something subconsciously realized the horrors awaiting him. He then finally took a moment to look around, although the room was simple enough with black bricked floors and walls with a throne at the end of the room and a large bed to the side, with candlelight pushing away the endless darkness. Yet more frightening was from those black bricks tongues of black smog danced like snakes, and the bricked wall had very expressive faces twisting and turning in pain and agony. It was quite unnerving as each spot his eyes darted to had some strange new atrocity each as heinous as the other's. Yet it was when he looked towards the ceiling that he truly felt his heart stop. Various naked humans were pierced through by sharp roots and began to slurp their blood up. They should be in extreme pain, yet in those eyes was dullness one reminding one of death itself. Yet those dull eyes were on the faced of men and women who's faced had permanently deformed into a hideous and warped expression. Fear, agony, fury all sorts of chaotic malevolent expressions filled his eyes and although Won had killed people before and was basically unfazed as he killed, as he saw these demented people he could only feel terror fill his being as he shuddered.

Aloof seemed to have seen Won's shock and fear and giggled. Taking out a watch he remarked, "Hm... we are having a match in a bit, it seems your first battle is approaching."

...

In a large Colosseum with over ten thousand people in the stands roaring in excitement. Ten pillars rose from the ten sides of the underground Colosseum. Atop one was Aloof who sat with his chin on his hand.

Facing each other was Won and a rather large man with three nasty scars racing down his face from forehead to lip. With a bit of his left eye torn and thus disabled.

The two wore the minimum amounts of clothes with only a pair of pants.

Behind both of them was a stand with various weapons each coated in rust or fresh blood and giving off a violent and cruel aura. This had been the result of countless warriors being slain by it's blade over the years, as well as the various warriors who had wielded the sword with ideas of manslaughter.

Aloof stood up from his throne and walked in front of everyone making a large bow as if a showman, his voice echoed loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to watch the battle of sinners in the Grim Reapers Graveyard! To the left is Two tongued Ripper Andre, his reputation I'm sure many of you know. Coming from the Parasol Kingdom to the south he worked as the guard of a noble family. He was treated quite well until the lord at the time died as did the mistress. Yet he swore to protect their children for the kindness a nothing like him had received. Yet the son was nothing like the former lord. Forced to do all sorts of horrible things he eventually broke and killed the lord! Yay! Yet sadly he didn't stop there and killed hundreds of men, women and children like a deranged madman. Finally captured by the esteemed Silver swordsman of the Dazzling Star Immortal sect. He has a record of 30 wins, twenty nine by murder and one by concession. And to the right is Won Ro a former noble of Green Horned Kingdom, he was accused of raping his sister and exiled, and today is his first battle!"

One man from the various crowds chuckled and asked, "First battle? My king I think you mean last battle."

Aloof smiled, but did not continue.

Won stared at Andre, his expression troubled. He could vaguely sense as time slipped past slowly his mental state was changing. He was getting more angry, hungry for blood, and cruel. It was like something was drilling into his head like a worm wriggling around. If not for his constant focus and determination he wouldn't be surprised if in a month this malice overtook him, turning him into a hideous monster.

Vaguely voices could be heard echoing in his consciousness screaming for him to murder and kill those who have set injustice upon him.

As Won looked Andre a large visible aura of killing intent leaked out and incorporeal shadows writhing in pain appeared behind him. His two completely blood red eyes seemed to pulsate as large streams of black smog raced through his pores.

Aloof held a flag in his hand and waved it. And with that Andre roared to the sky as he galloped like a wild horse towards Won.

Won raced back right as the flag was tossed and took a spear with a coiled tip like a corkscrew.

Won could see clearly Andre's thick muscles and rough hands. He was a proficient hand to hand killing machine, while he was as weak as a scholar. Won needed a weapons cutting, piercing and length to even have a chance at winning.

So as Andre ran as fast he could, Won thinking of using that very speed to conquer Andre shot his spear out. Yet to his surprise Andre had moved a finger forward and used the blade to flip himself into the air. Hardly any weight fell on the spear as Andre used it as a step to fly. Andre then moved midair and shot a kick at Won.

Won pulled the long spear with all his might managing to bring the heavy metal shaft to guard him. It stood in front of him.

Andre made a sweeping motion and the spear was chopped cleanly.

Won's eye's widened as he saw a scene that no human could do again and again be demonstrated in front of him.

What followed was Won being thrown away like a ragdoll smashing into the walls.

His bones shattered and his organs tossed around. Blood shot from his mouth.

Andre then began to giggle as he walked slowly towards Won. His laugh so loud that it seemed weird. He came up to Won and held his neck holding him up. Choking him, watching in delight as the life in Won's eyes slowly dissapeared.

Won made gargling sound as he tried desperately to breath, and cracks followed his yelps as his neck was inching towards being shattered.

Negating the pain in moving his hands he brought his hands to Andre's face and began to claw at it. Yet Andre kept laughing.

Won brought his thumbs to Andre's eyes as he began to press against them. Blood leaked out as Andre's eyes began to be squashed like grapes and for the first time he heard in the inhumane shrieks of a human being echo loudly. Yet like a drug Won oddly found this exciting and exhilarating and began to laugh just as madly as Andre did.

Andre dropped Won as he grabbed his eyes and screamed in pain. Won laughed even as he was half dead.

Dragging his body up he struggled forward and pushed Andre who was on his knees to the ground. He then used his teeth to bite into Andre's throat, he violently chewed as vile blood filled his mouth. He kept bitting until Andre stopped struggling.

Won laughing cruelly as he sat atop the dead Andre. He then began to punch the dead body, again and again. Even as his fists skin was torn and blood covered his entire body, drenching his clothes he continued to beat the body.

Finally he stood up and went through the weapon stand and took a butcher's knife.

He then walked back towards Andre and chuckled as he sliced off his head. Facing the audience Won made a sarcastic bow as he showed the dangling head of Andre.

Then like a wave cheers erupted out. Claps and howls of congratulations deafened the world.

Won then collapsed to the ground.

"He really did it! I couldn't have expected such a guy like that to beat someone who's killed so much!"

"Hey although the guy won and he was fucking ruthless, and I like that. That fucker Andre wasn't really anything good. The only reason he has so many kills is because he's the newbies first gate. All the weak, scrawny and hopeless guys are given to him. He's really shit. This new guy luckily had the will even when drowning in pain to kill the fuck."

"But he had that cool moment as he used the spear as a ledge to leap and also he sliced the spear with his leg."

"Ai, that's because he has a movement technique called [Feather speed] and a martial skill called, [Sword sweep]. They are both low level and only with these rusted and cheap weapons can they show their use. The top three hound dogs use weapons even I'm jealous of. Even if this Andre fellow kicked it ten thousand times it wouldn't break and instead his bone would shatter. Wait, tommorow theres a match between the White Dragon and the Wicked Woodsman. They are both in the top twenty of The Grim Reapers Graveyard. That will be super exciting! I really love the way the White Dragons transforms into a dragon and eats his opponent, it's so cruel and awesome! The Wicked Woodsman and how he chops his opponents and carves them into clothes and even chairs is super cool too!"

"A dragon-man?! I thought they are nearly extinct!"

"It's not a dragon-man. He was formerly a disciple of the seven serenity Immortal sect, they have a taboo Cultivation technique called [Nine dragons turning]. The White Dragon approached a patriarchs daughter and seduced her, eventually he stole a portion of the taboo art. Now he can temporarily take the form of the White Dragon on of the nine dragons in the technique."

"Wait I've heard of that technique isn't it the secret heritage of the sect which was lost for over a hundred thousand years? I heard in the current generation of that sect even the patriarchs can only use three of the nine dragons! To be able to conjure a single dragon with a portion of the technique is this White Dragon fellow not a genius?"

"Hm he is. It's said he has some legendary dragon meridians which he awakened as he began the technique. In fact the sect he robbed offered to make him a core Disciple if he came back, but they wanted a slave contract of a soul imprint. The White Dragon denied and in a bid to save himself proactively entered the Grim Reapers Graveyard. I heard my senior brother say the White Dragon is trying to summon the second rated of the nine dragons the Dark Dragon in this place due to the intoxicating malice present."

"Wow what a legend! I can't wait to watch his match tomorrow."

...

In a rather empty area on a bed with bandages covering every bit of his body, with a green balm leaking out Won laid on a bed.

His eyes abruptly shot open and he screamed in pain. He looked around in confusion in a state of delirium. Struggling off the bed he collapsed to the floor. Breathing deeply in and out in a panic he began to crawl away, away from where he currently was as a subconscious fear struggled within him.

He pulled himself at the nearest thing he could and stood up in a rush, but then he saw a mirror in which a foreign man stayed instead of him.

Again falling to the ground he began to tremble.

Bloodshot eyes, black menacing eyes, and bloodstains coloring his body.

As a rush of memories flooded his head Won began to dry heave, and vomited. Vomiting he began to cry in shock and fear.

Mumbling escaped his twitching lip, "Did... did... Did I do that?! What the fuck! What the fuck man! What is happening to me! Argh!"

A desire to kill himself washed over Won, not because he was scarred from killing. Mostly from the brutality he showed and the feeling of losing himself.

Yet that feeling slowly dissipated, of course no man wished to slowly dissapear turning into some unrecognizable monster, yet who wanted to die?

Won bit his lip as he controlled the rampaging feelings in his heart, breathing out he looked around this room he was in.

It seemed to be part of a medicinal building, and the balm underneath his bandages released a heat that slowly healed his body and repaired his bones.

A woman wearing a white robe came in. Her eyes were a deep yellow and has slanted irises like a lizard. She pointed a finger and a yellow curtain fell on Won. Won felt a penetrative force seep into his form and analyze him. Pulling her finger back she said, "Well you have healed quite a bit. The guards will come to escort you to the battlers quarters."

Won looked nervously at the woman. She gave of a similar feeling as Aloof, yet to a much lesser degree.

He looked her up and down curiously and couldn't help but ask, "Are you like Aloof? A so called Darkness King?"

The girl hearing Won's questions widened her eyes and then erupted into laughter.

She asked mockingly, "The darkness king here for the treatment of a small fry? My, my aren't you thinking too much? I'm the mere twentieth unofficial disciple of the darkness King Lucia."

Won smirked defiantly, "Well who knows maybe you're thinking too little of me."

She said in interest, "Too regain a ego even after so long being here, perhaps you are a little better than the result I determined. Yet that isn't much better. Well I'm sure I will see you either often or... never. Later."

Won looked at the dissapearing girl from the sides of his eyes and as soon as he saw her leave he began to quickly ruffle around the stuff present.

He quickly found some old needles that smelt horrible, a rope and a broken scalpel.

Quickly he wiped down the needles with his bandages and used the sink that was present to wash the needles.

He then opened the door slightly and peered left and right seeing the hall empty he began to move silently outwards towards the right.

He peered into the various rooms seeing similar injured people lying and aching in pain. Finally he saw a room where a man wearing a black chest plate, a Pteruges, some black boots and a helmet. The black armored man was leaning over the bed of a girl, who didn't have a leg. Secretly he passed the girl a piece of bread as he brushed her long brown hair and kissed her forehead. Eventually a pained expression fell on his face which the girl comforted with her hand on his cheek.

Tapping lightly and moving to the side to stay invisible, Won readied his scalpel in his index finger. As soon as the black armored man opened the door, Won raced across his extended head, cutting his throat. Blood flooded to the ground only to be absorbed by the strange tiles. The guard then fell over and died. Won moved inside and dragged the guard inside.

The girl inside was shocked and was about to shriek, but just at that moment Won opened his mouth and shot a needle flying into her mouth, as it began to scape the insides of her throat and mouth, Won rushed and slit her throat.

He dragged the guard and put him under the bed, and turned the girl over so no one could see the blood. He had also removed the guards armor and put it on his body.

While wearing the armor Won was dismayed to see blood leaking through the bandages. He took another needle out and pressed his skin together before breathing in and out again and again, eventually he stabbed the needle in-between the skin. Frowning in pain Won tried his best to walk normally. Yet he soon turned around to the hidden bodies, oddly confused as to what he had done.

"Did I just kill two people?" A question resounded in his head. It didn't seem like it to him... Even when Won killed Edna and her fellow mage he felt something, he felt the sensation of killing someone of taking a human life, and extinguishing everything it was and will ever be. Yet just now as he killed he didn't feel anything, it was like killing farm animals. Won looked at his trembling hands, and clenched them tightly. Frustration drew on his face as he felt he was slowly losing himself.

He then walked with deep strides out, hoping to escape this strange place all the faster. Eventually he made his way to a tunnel like are with three holes. Eventually deciding on the central one he climbed it and reached a black room. In the completely black room which wasn't even lit by any light, yet had this strange eerie glow shooting from everywhere, looking at the ceiling Won was suprised to fine innumerable Stars filling the skies shining brightly.

Won could feel his heart scrapping madly against his chest in excitement, as he felt that deeper in this dark room was something he needed. He walked a few steps and just as he was about to enter the black room a bundle of chain formed from the void. They cackled in their metallic song. Won reached out and tried to rip them off, but they buzzed in a strange black glow and shot his hand off. Won frowned and continued to press against the chains. Again and again eventually losing himself to the repetition and forgetting his original purpose.

Won's hands were sliced apart, and even his chest was cut up from the strong bursts of energy being released by the chains. Won roared as he made a fist and shot it off, twisting his body. A cackle sang out and then a thick black and purple aura shot and hit Won in the chest, shattering the armor completely. Won rolled on the floor exclaiming in pain.

Yet before long Won felt a pleasing energy course through his body, eventually this energy broke down until only a single speck of it remained which floated through his eight main meridians and imbedded itself in one of his heart acupoints.

Won felt his mind being washed by some strange feeling, he felt his consciousness being sucked away and begin to float in some strange place.

...

The sky is the brightest it can ever be, with a large sun overlooking the world intimately. Clouds rolled everywhere, yet it seemed tangible as one could see people walking on them.

With a mighty golden palace where countless silver armored beings with white wings flew around.

Suddenly the sun split into two, the clouds tore and flames rose and reached the sky.

Dragons rose up from the depths and danced, coiling as they roared furiously spitting out black flames, the largest dragon which was colored in a deep purple and black with a three pointed crown made from horns atop it's head. Upon it's crown was a man wearing a Taoist robe in black and white. He had long flowing black hair that swayed elegantly in the wind. His face was something perfect, so handsome that even gods would be jealous. He had two yellow eyes with slanted pupils like the dragons. He carried a long saber that rolled with flames and white light. His back had two black Raven like wings.

Just then the image tore apart and Won awoke. He found himself in a dungeon like area now missing the armor he had. He looked around and saw countless people amounting to a hundred thousand or more. Yet they all were full of putrid and evil aura. Some were even chained as they roared in a crazed manic.

Won slammed his fist down. He had forgotten what he was to do and wasted his time, eventually he was caught yet again!