Magma

'Ramon, Parrish, and Hannibal.' Adam thought as the three tattooed men looked around the room with a gaze that could only belong to apex predators.

'Necroman's three lunatics—instead of being in asylum, they were put inside Mortal Online.'

'I guess the experiment of whether Mortal Online can have a positive impact on the mentality of lunatics has started. Of course, it has zero impact; they just get the freedom to do crazy stuff.

'It still works for the government, as they wouldn't be roaming the streets.'

Ramon, the man with half of his face tattooed, landed his gaze on Adam and smirked, showing his yellowing teeth.

"Hey, you..." He pointed his machete at Adam and slowly approached him like a bully would its victim in school hallways. "Did you steal our prey, huh? Well, did you?"

Parrish and Hannibal followed after him, their eyes uninterested and cold.

Parrish had yellow hair, cold, and droopy eyes, as if he were always uninterested. A gray brass knuckle was clutched in his hand.

Hannibal had tattoos covering his arms that looked like green dragon scales. As he opened his mouth, he revealed his unnaturally long tongue, as if it were a serpent's, and licked his lips before closing his mouth again.

He was holding a large knife, which a butcher would often use to cut up meat.

"Prey?" Adam remembered the players, whom he fought only moments prior, and their hostility. "Ah, those. So, they were escaping from y'all."

"Heh," Ramon chuckled. "Are you proud of killing them, huh? Well, news flash, we did all the hard work, and they were already injured. Good work, bastard."

"Hard work?" Adam smiled and glanced at him with a chuckle. "Hardly. Since you guys failed, it was my right to finish off what you couldn't."

"Hah..." Ramon grinned and laughed. "What a sharp tongue you have."

"It's a gift." Adam lazily shrugged his shoulders. "If you let the prey go away, it's just a matter of time before another predator stumbles on the scene and takes advantage of the situation."

"Yeah, that is true..." Ramon tapped his cheek with his machete. "However, we let them go away. Y'see, we like to play with our prey. We don't like when our fun is stolen away."

At that moment, a loud scream sounded from the center of the room as the Black Wolf stomped one of the players, leaving behind a bruised corpse with all limbs broken and twisted.

"Well, it's the past..." Ramon whispered and pointed the machete towards Adam playfully before starting to approach the Black Wolf. "Ya fuckers, get out of the way!"

"Huh?" Donald and his group turned around to see a group of three approaching them. "It's them..."

He saw them before in the cottage—they were the last people to arrive in the waiting room, but he didn't bother to approach them as he already had his own group.

Also, he had a very bad feeling about them.

Seth, hearing the commotion, turned to see the group and saw a familiar face near the passageway.

'He really made it here.' Seth grabbed his sword with both hands and focused his gaze on the Black Wolf. 'I-I can do this. This creature m-must give a lot of points.'

At that moment, Ramon appeared in front of Donald and leaned close enough to make their noses touch.

"Piss off, brat!"

Donald stepped away and glared at Ramon with a scowl, but he then stepped out of the way and joined his group in watching as the three men approached the Black Wolf.

Parrish slammed his brass knuckles against his fist and let out a scowl, ignoring the small health drop he received from that.

Hannibal licked the blade of his knife and kept his other hand inside the pocket of his trousers.

"Grr!" The Black Wolf turned its blood-red eyes at Ramon and growled loudly, releasing a stench of death and decay.

"A nice smell!" Ramon grinned hideously and dashed forward like a wild animal. He then raised his machete, his fingers wrapped around the handle like snakes coiled around their prey.

The Black Wolf swiped its paw at Ramon, but he rolled out of the way just in time.

As he stood up with his grin stretching his facial muscles, he lunged forward and hacked the machete through the wolf's neck, leaving a deep, bloody gash.

"Hahahaha!" Ramon laughed like a madman while twisting his machete inside the wolf's neck.

"Hooooowl!" As the Black Wolf let out a ground-shaking howl, then it started hopping like a prancing pony and shook its head furiously, trying to shake off the man.

"Oh, shit!" Ramon's grip over his machete slipped, and he was sent to the air. He crashed back-first on the wall and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

He coughed up blood and saw his health plummet quickly.

Above the Black Wolf's head, a health bar appeared.

[Black Wolf]

[HP: 196/300]

'That attack cost Black Wolf 50 HP. He must've got critical strike or something because I don't think any weapons we got can create such damage!' Donald thought with his eyes wide. 

'We had been fighting this creature for nearly an hour and managed to barely inflict a little bit over 50 damage. He did that in a few seconds!'

Parrish lunged forward and delivered swift jabs at the Black Wolf's face, but the creature's thick fur and powerful muscles made it difficult to land a solid hit.

The Black Wolf smashed its paw at Parrish, but he quickly dodged it and counterattacked with a flurry of punches.

Pow, pow, pow—as the brass knuckle landed on the wolf's face, the skin started to slightly crack and the damage started to show.

The Black Wolf howled in pain and tried to bite Parrish, but he quickly retreated behind Hannibal.

Hannibal, with the large knife in hand, stabbed into the Black Wolf's chest, causing it to let out a blood-curdling howl. Then he started slicing through the chest as if he were butchering a fresh cut of meat.

Not being able to handle the pain, the Black Wolf collapsed to the ground, and it looked like it was on its last legs.

At that moment, Donald's and everyone else's eyes widened in a surprise. Whoever managed to get the last hit would certainly receive a lot of points!

"Argh!" Ramon stood up and started running towards the nearly-dead Black Wolf, with its HP nearly below 50!

"My machete, where the fuck is it, huh?!"

At that moment, Donald, with his broadsword in hand, launched towards the Black Wolf and began hacking down like a relentless force, striking the wolf with powerful blows.

"Huh, trying to steal our prey?" Parrish scoffed, jumped into the air, and sent a powerful kick towards Donald.

"Watch out!" Niko appeared in the way of the kick and crossed his arms in front of him, tanking the kick. He groaned loudly, as this was a very powerful attack and was forced to slid backwards.

"Fuckers!" Ramon screamed loudly. "Once I get my hands on my machete, you all are dead!"

"Hahaha, this is my kill!" Donald laughed crazily, but near him, Samuel and Fama also tried to go for the kill.

They didn't plan on letting Donald get even more points after his obvious kill steal.

At the other corner of the room, Seth, seeing it all happening, nodded firmly and approached the Black Wolf.

However, at that moment, the wolf's tail landed on him, sending him stumbling down the ground.

"Ugh..." Seth groaned in pain and picked up his sword from the ground. 'The w-wolf is still alive? Why is it not doing anything?'

At that moment, a low howl came from the wolf.

"Huh?" Donald and others stopped attacking and turned towards the wolf's eyes.

Its eyes had changed colors—its eyes were now glowing with a fierce light as if there was magma pool inside his eyes. Its body also started letting out smoke as if it were burning from inside.

Thump—the wolf slowly rose from the ground; its black fur was now covered in a thick layer of ash and smoke. Then it opened its mouth and spat out a ball made of burning magma!

As the ball of magma landed on the ground, making the fire spread like unstoppable wildfire, the players scurried out of the way, even though the creature's HP was incredibly low.

[Magma Wolf]

[HP: 25/25]

At that moment, a figure ran past the players, holding a shield in his left hand and a pitchfork in his right.

"This guy..." Ramon's eyes widened in surprise.

"It also has a second phase!" 

Adam shouted, and ignoring the smoke, he stabbed the pitchfork into one of the last remaining exposed parts that still showed flesh, which wasn't covered in ash or hardened magma rock.

The wolf's eyes lost their brilliant glow, and it collapsed to the ground. As the smoking slowly ceased, the creature became nothing but ash and dust.