Only I Can Use Every Power System

He looked at Qasim with a sinister smile.

"Pop out your left eye."

"I can’t..." Qasim still had two points and it was his turn now.

Dull.

*Fuck... Another dull?* he thought.

"What’s your order?"

"Just to cause as much chaos in this human kingdom as possible. And trust me... even if they didn’t order me to, I would have done it anyway."

"Sick bastard..."

It was the Savior’s turn now.

Sharp.

"Oww, would you look at that? My lucky day, I guess."

"Well, cut off your five fingers."

"I won’t."

Until now, Qasim still had two points and one shield, while the Savior also had two points but two shields.

It was Qasim’s turn.

Sharp.

He smiled, thinking of getting his second shield after this.

"Chop off your right arm."

"Hahahaha! Now we’re talking!"

The fox looked at Qasim, red veins appeared in his golden eye, his fur stood on end, and an evil smile appeared on his face, revealing his sharp yellow teeth.

He then let out a gekkering filed with madness before opening his mouth wide and starting to eat his own arm.

The sound of flesh tearing and bones cracking beneath his teeth, mixed with his laughter, caught Qasim completely off guard.

He backed away slightly in his chair, his eyes widening.

"In-Insane... You’re Insane!"

The Fox spoke through his heavy, bloody mouth.

"Insane? Ha! Filthy human, this is the bare minimum if I want to enjoy this!"

He continued eating his own arm until nothing was left. Blood was still dripping from the wound, and he simply used a piece of his clothing to cover it.

He then spun the wooden stick.

Dull.

"Where are you from, little human?"

"..."

Qasim couldn’t hear the answer as he was still staring at the arm that was now completely gone.

"Huh?... I-I am just a normal human who woke up one day and—"

But then the dog barked at Qasim.

"Oww, you’re lying now? Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Qasim’s eyes widened as he realized he hadn’t been paying attention when answering. He wasn’t from this world, after all, and he should have started with that fact first.

Now Qasim had only one point and one shield, while the Savior had three points and two shields.

He spun the wooden stick.

Dull.

"W-Why did you kill all those humans that day?"

"Hmm? It’s really simple, because they are humans."

The Savior could have stopped there, since that counted as an answer, but he wanted to continue messing with the boy in front of him.

He licked his bloody lips and rolled his eyes upward, wearing an excited expression with a sinister smile.

"Humans are lowlifes. They are weaker than us, less wise than us, live shorter lives than us, and yet they have the biggest pride. These disgusting creatures are like a plague in the world. Humans were never built for a world like this. They are just an outdated race."

"Humans evolved to be fearful and obsessed with power, and that mindset kept them alive for some time."

The Savior raised his head with a serious expression.

"But it’s enough. Humans aren’t in the lead anymore. Of course, I don’t mean that Beastkin are in the lead. In fact, I think some other races are better than us. But what I am certain of is... All races are superior to humans. Humans should learn that their place is under our feet, not as equals. That’s why I hate humans."

He then Looked at his only hand now with wide eyes.

"If I had the ability to wipe out all humans, I would have used it twice just to make sure those cockroach-like creatures were dead."

Qasim felt the heavy hatred radiating from the Fox’s aura, as if a pit to Hell had opened right in front of him.

Cold sweat began forming on his forehead before spreading across his body.

He tried to maintain a cold posture, but the blood dripping from the Fox’s mouth made it impossible.

The Savior spun the wooden stick.

Sharp.

"Break your legs."

"I-I’ll use my shield." Qasim answered with a heavy breath.

Now Qasim had two points, while the Fox had four and two shields. That meant, theoretically, he had already won.

Qasim realized this and began breathing heavily.

He slowly reached for the bottle of water as his vision became blurry from the sweat.

Sharp.

"L-Let me leave now..."

"Smart, but no." Qasim gained a shield.

It"s now the Fox’s turn.

Dull.

"Tell me, human boy... How do you taste?"

"I... I don’t know..."

Now Qasim had three points, while the Savior had four.

It was the boy’s turn, but he remained seated, breathing heavily and sweating.

"C’mon, little human. What is it?"

The Savior stood from his chair and took the wooden stick before slowly moving toward Qasim.

"Here, don’t waste my time. I will give you the sharp side. See?"

He then pushed the dull side against the boy’s chest while pointing the sharp side toward his own chest.

"Oh, what will it be...? Will you ask me to break my jaw so I can’t speak anymore? Or will you ask me to hit my head against the wall? hard. Over and over and over until I fall over?"

"Oh, I’m so excited! What will it be, little human? Make your decision!"

"L-L-Let me l-leave..."

Qasim was now crying, his heart beating rapidly and his breathing becoming weaker.

The Savior’s excitement faded as he looked at the boy in disappointment.

"I told you not to repeat a question."

Qasim then turned around and used Light Dash, but he slammed into the closed door so hard that blood started dripping down... He broke his nose.

As he tried to stand up and open the door, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and threw him back toward the table.

Lion stood beside the door, looking down at the terrified boy with disgust.

Qasim looked back up and saw the Fox standing over him, his bloody mouth curved into a sinister smile.

He placed his claw on the boy’s shoulder and forced him to stand.

"Oh, don’t be afraid, little human..."

"It will affect the taste."

In the next moment, he chopped off the boy’s head in one bite.

Blood spread everywhere.

The boy’s body twitched violently before finally becoming still.

—

12:13 AM

In the middle of the room stood an ugly Fox, silently eating what remained of a little boy’s corpse.

...

Dark.

Everything was gone now.

There was no light, no sound, and no movement.

Only the boy’s consciousness floated in what seemed like an endless void.

Qasim didn’t know where he was, maybe he was in Hell.

He had no face and no body. He was more like a ball of consciousness that could somehow feel his surroundings.

He tried looking around but saw nothing, then suddenly, he began hearing something.

Screaming voices, many of them.

He saw hands reaching toward him, then he started seeing bodies.

They were covered in darkness, with only their golden eyes visible as they tore him apart, as if they wanted to devour every piece of him.

The boy felt an insane pain unlike anything he had ever experienced.

He tried to scream, but he had no mouth.

He tried to cry, but he had no eyes.

He could only feel the pain, unable to do anything to express it.

Then he saw more of those things closing in.

Above them was a vast black sky scattered with stars, all of them seemingly pointing toward him, and between the stars, he saw five eyes gazing upon him.

One of the eyes closed, and a brilliant light covered the entire space.

In the next moment, Qasim felt as if he could breathe again.

He tried to move, but his body felt paralyzed.

He couldn’t, he tried to speak or scream, but it was as if his mouth had been sewn shut.

He couldn’t, he tried to look around, but he saw only darkness, as if he were blind.

Even his ears couldn’t hear anything, as if he had gone deaf.

It was a state worse than death itself.

Being alive but unable to see, unable to move, unable to hear, while only being able to think about the insane pain happening to his body.

It felt as if he were being stabbed by hundreds of knives, and the pain in his soul felt as if it were being cut into tiny pieces, only to be sewn back together again.

This was truly Hell, and after what felt like an eternity of suffering, something changed.

The boy could see again.

He saw light entering his eyes.

Then, gradually, he regained his sense of his body, then his hearing, he slowly regained his mental focus as the vision in front of him began to clear.

Someone was shaking his body and calling his name.

"Boy... Boy... Boy! Are you okay, boy?! What happened...?"

It was Doran waking him up.

As Qasim fully regained focus, he rolled onto his side and started vomiting.

"Agh, for fuck’s sake, Qasim."

The boy looked around.

He was in Team Four’s base, he looked at Doran and slowly lowered his gaze in shock as he saw the big man’s arm was back.

He quickly touched it, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Oww! Don’t touch my hand after just vomiting! What’s wrong with you?"

"P-Please be more gentle, Doran. Look at his face. He’s so pale and covered in sweat."

Qasim heard a familiar voice and looked beside him.

His eyes widened and his mouth trembled.

He slowly made his way toward the person standing in front of him.

Qasim hugged her tightly, even though she tried to stop him.

"W-Wait, please, Qasim! Wash your mouth and hands plea—"

She stopped speaking because she was shocked.

The boy crying helplessly, she had never seen him cry like this.

"T-There, there. Easy, my student... Take a deep breath. I am here with you."

Levia is back.

Alive.

Qasim was overwhelmed by so many different emotions that he simply couldn’t hold them anymore.

He broke down in tears.

Beside them, the clock continued ticking.

It’s 05:30 AM.

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