Is this really a Game?!

Wolf quickly draws some distance after clashing with two variants, upon doing so two more immediately jump and land on the place he was standing before. Without any hesitation he sends a [ Flame Slash ] their way before charging at an elite on his left, the huge figure of the monster made it for easier prey compared to the variants, and even if its physical prowess was higher than theirs, Wolf was still able to deal with it thanks to the boost his skill gave him.

He was reminiscing about the first time he entered the school, because of his family background he didn't need to create a fake identity and was able to easily join the university, however, it seemed that his demeanor and family were things that made it hard for him to befriend Reign and Shadow.

The reason he was so adamant about it was that he had heard about the mission a long time ago, ever since he was a child his father was someone he only looked up to, a man of commitment and unshakable belief, so when he first found out about him abandoning a mission and instead of shielding his previous target, he was shocked, to say the least.

He had probably tried to find out the details from his father tens if not even a hundred times, each time was fruitful as his father would only give him a stern warning not to meddle in his business. He soon became more interested in the person in question, but he knew that if he tried to get close to him, his father would immediately find out, and a warning would definitely not be given to him at that point.

His plan was simple, become friends with Reign and his best friend Shadow, later on, he might have the opportunity to meet his parents, perhaps his father would even come to the university at one point as well, parents coming to see their children wasn't something common there, but it would still happen. Not to mention that they would get some famous fighters as coaches sometimes, since two students were sons of previous champions, there was a high possibility that the university might call one of them as well.

In the end, however, none of that happened. Still, he continued to observe Reign and Shadow during his stay, even joining their team once the game started, the reason was simple, he wanted to stay with them since he was still interested, and because he knew that their fighting skills were higher compared to the other students.

Never would he have thought that he would be fighting alongside them like this however, the trust all of them had established was outside of the scope of possibilities that Wolf had thought of back then. He found himself lowering his guard and being at ease with them, as an assassin he should always be wary of others, even when he was a kid he never fully trusted any of his so-called friends, even the one that could be called his best friend was not an exemption.

Still, he felt that he could easily trust Reign and the others, after fighting alongside each other for so long, their bond was firm and they had trust in each other, even trusting each other with their lives. It was uncommon for something like that to happen after only 2 months, of course, the whole team had fought against thousands of enemies during that time, their bond was built upon hundreds of battles, it was not something that could be compared to normal friendships, perhaps the only ones that were similar to them were soldiers that went to war together, the bond those men would make between one another was something that made them all think of each other as brothers.

Even while those unnecessary thoughts were in his head, Wolf had not stopped moving nor swinging his sword. His face still showed the same bloodthirsty smile that it had from before and his fighting style had become more and more aggressive. If anyone was to look at the battle right now they might think that the way Wolf was fighting was too reckless, he would sometimes perform powerful swings that would leave him wide open to his enemies, while sometimes he would attack a bit too early or even a bit late.

Upon further inspection, however, a trained eye could see a pattern, there was no movement wasted and even though some attacks seemed too reckless, one could see that each of them was made at the perfect time, half a second slower and the opponent might have dodged, half a second sooner and the attack might have been blocked. Each time Wolf seemed to be wide open, no attack would land in the end as he would always be able to dodge it at the last moment.

It was a dance of death, right now Wolf's eyes were darting all over the place, and each enemy was taken into consideration for each move that he made. Every single swing, movement, and even breath was done upon careful inspection and planning, right now Wolf was running a simulation for every single thing he could do in the next 3 seconds.

Not only what he could do, the attacks of his enemies, their movement, and placement, he made sure to incorporate all of that into his plans. Of course, Wolf couldn't see the future and there were bound to be some mistakes, but even so, he was far above the capabilities of his enemies, 3 seconds might not seem a long time, but even for normal people it would be enough to do a lot of things.

For example, 3 seconds would be enough for someone to pull out a knife from his pocket and stab the chest of another person, or even cut his throat open. For Wolf and the spiders who were many times faster than an average person, however, 3 seconds were enough to completely decimate multiple opponents.

His breath was becoming a bit strained as his body was a bit heavy, the pressure that Wolf faced thanks to using his brain so much was incredible, that, coupled with him moving and fighting non-stop was enough to make even him tired in a short amount of time. Of course, it wasn't for naught as only 9 enemies were standing alive, 4 variants and 5 elites.

Each of the monsters was powerful on their own, but when fighting together their strength was much higher, to fight against these monsters one would need to have a party of no less than 20 people that were level 45 at the least, of course, that included the fact that the players were those of average strength. A player on the same level could have vastly different power, there were those that only leveled up after killing a bunch of weak enemies, those would be the weakest players usually, they never had to really struggle and never brushed shoulders against death.

The mental fortitude of such players was the lowest as well, their gear was bad as one would usually need to fight against stronger monsters in order to get good drops. Their skills would be few in numbers and their abilities, if they had any, would usually be of an incredibly low level and the bonus it provided would barely be worth mentioning.

Next would be the players such as those in Reign's territory, most of them would risk a bit and fight stronger monsters in hopes of getting good gear, thanks to that they would be able to grow faster and their fighting capabilities would also be higher.

There were many different kinds of players however, some would perhaps even choose to focus more on their ability and spend an incredibly large amount of time experimenting with it and trying to figure out different ways of using it.

In general, a level of a player was almost useless between each class evolution, there were of course those such as Reign and the others that would show quick growth after a couple of levels as they were able to control their bodies more efficiently and use their powers fully. Still, once a player got a class they would gain a boost in strength, the passive and active skills would also be of great help and would make them more powerful.

Not only were Reign and the others above average, but they were also nothing short of freaks as their power was truly not something that one could see each day. The overseer and the other parties watching the situation on Earth would also agree that the whole planet was incredibly weird as many players of high talent could be found, something that should be almost impossible on a planet such as this one.

Bam!

With another slash, Wolf sends a spider flying before jumping up in order to dodge the other spiders, with his left hand he aims at the airborne spider and sends a fireball at it before blocking an attack with his greatsword. He flies through the air as the attack from the elite packs quite a punch, of course, Wolf didn't forget to send a gift to the monster as a flaming spear had hit the spider on the head.

The same second Wolf landed he immediately grabbed his sword and went for a swing, only to hit the air as a powerful arrow pierced the spider that had attacked him. Wolf glances back and sees that the boss was almost dead, its movement had turned sluggish and its whole body was riddled with wounds. Some legs were also missing from its body as they had been mercilessly cut off.

With a smile, he looks at Beast who was already notching another arrow on his bow. The battle was almost over and now he could relax a bit, since his reinforcements were here to back him up, there was no need to go all out against these monsters anymore.