The Over-Break System

With careful and expert-level precision, Cynrik efficiently guided MyrkLys, Kurza, Rimsfel, and Garrison into position after he was sure multiple layers of stealth skills covered them.

[[Keep overly attentive; although Sel's shadow skills can mask your presence, and your combined efforts and Rimsfel's Light Bending can hide you from sight, they each have flaws. Any high Tiered being can spot you, given they are paying enough attention, let alone someone with an ocular skill like [Mana Sight].]] Cynrik added as he dropped down several meters and glided into position under his first target.

[[Copy, everyone in our team has experienced Light Skills, and even if Kurza isn't great at using them, he still is a Light Affinity User. So it is safe to assume he can bend the light around his body to some extent.]] Brance replied as he calmly observed his surroundings while filing in behind everyone, careful not to disturb the ground by kicking any rubbish lying about.

Down below, Cynrik floated on his back with his eyes closed, concentrating on the Mana flowing through his body. Under his eyelids, Cynrik's eyes visibly flickered around rapidly, never staying still longer than a fraction of a second. The reason was that even while deep in concentration, he was continuously reading the entire battlefield and plotting his exact path.

'Tobs, I am in quite a mood today, so give me The Vengeful One.' Cynrik thought as the left corner of his lips curled up.

-Now playing "The Vengeful One" By Disturbed.-

Cynrik's fingers began weaving intricate patterns as he began tapping his foot along with the drum kick. By the time the guitar riff came in, he had finished charging up the necessary Mana for his big finale, and his eyes snapped open.

"Viisaus, you'll take left flank; Sielu, you're to stay hot on his tail. Work as a team, sneak up and kill everyone who has traces of my Mana on their bodies." With a short burst of fire from his pointed toes, Cynrik glided beside his two ravens and issued his command.

"Cawchiip," overly excited to be able to go wild, Vii was the first to reply with his classic cawing sound, whereas Sie was slower on the uptake. Unlike the unruly Vii, Sie had been paying attention to the conversation between Cynrik and Garrison, and she clearly remembered the adult stating "NOT" to kill anyone.

However, even with this information, she would still carry out her Papa's order to a tee, so she moved over and nuzzled her head against Cynrik's arm, receiving a head pat in response.

"Be careful, you two, the enemies this time are far stronger than you both; however, if you use the techniques I've taught you and can sneak up on them, no matter how high their Tier, the two of you should have no problem taking them out in one shot."

"Also, you have two options for disposing of the bodies, the first is to chuck them into the spatial pocket stored in the gem on your chest plates, or you can use your connection to me to move them into the Shadow Realm. Remember that if you take the second option, you will need to pull Mana from me, so use it sparingly, and don't forget it can be your ticket out of danger."

'In the blackest moment of a dying world, look inside and see what you're becoming.' Cynrik sang along as his head snapped toward his first target, a lone person tucked away in an alleyway not far from the north exits.

There were three distinct goals of Operation: FUCK SHIT UP, goal one, silently tag as many of the now well over one hundred people setting up the ambush with his Mana, allowing ample amounts of targets for Vii and Sie to eliminate.

Goal two could only begin once he had marked around half of the enemies, and that was to move in and start picking off the more challenging targets, freeing up the easier ones for the Ravens.

Last was the main goal of the operation, the Grand Finale. Once a sufficient amount of enemies had been eliminated and copious amounts of gubbins and treasure collected, he would execute the precharged UTBB and fire it at the Tier-5 Being flying high above the arena.

The explosion would not only be a massive disruption and distraction, pulling the attention of the surviving enemies in hiding. The best part of the explosion was it would also give Cynrik the cover necessary to reunite with the group and slip back into his role as Leader of the Tier-3 team.

The downside of this plan was the limited timeframe he had to execute it and achieve all three goals. By his estimation, there were roughly 7 minutes before the Tier-3 team needed to step into the limelight, meaning everything needed to be completed with only seconds to spare.

The sheer undertaking Cynrik was about to go through would only be possible thanks to one key factor, access to the Shadow Realm.

Moving unhindered by physical obstructions, he and the Ravens could, in theory, slip out of "reality" and freely move toward their next opponent, rinse, wash, and repeat.

Going over the plan one last time in his mind, Cynrik shot forward, activated his stealth skill, and breached the veil of the Shadow Realm, only to appear right behind a man wearing a black hoodie crouched behind a dumpster.

Unseen and unheard, Cynrik brushed passed the man's ankle while expelling a minute amount of Umbra Mana particles that clung to the target like oil. Then, just as quickly as he appeared, Cynrik was gone leaving the man none the wiser that he was about to die.

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In the hallway leading to the main field of the Arena, Brance controlled his breathing and tried his damnedest not to flare up upon spotting his brother in the distance jumping in and out of the Shadow Realm.

Clenching his fist and tearing his eyes away from the dolphin-like spectacle Cynrik was putting on, Brance focused on the task at hand and knew exactly what his brother was planning.

"Seven minutes VSFA, remember, the order is Tier-1, their chaperones, Tier-2 and their chaperones, and lastly…hm?" A man wearing a headset stated loudly at the front of the group.

"Vice Headmaster, where is your Tier-3 Team? The schedule states that VSFA has three teams, but only two are present." The man, who Brance assumed was some behind-the-scenes Tv technician, asked with a confused look.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Vice Headmaster Cromwell replied in a slightly hesitant tone.

"Sigh, great, the higher-ups in broadcasting will eat my ass alive. Vice Headmaster, if they aren't here before the final call, I will have no choice but to close the doors and have the show go on." The headset man's shoulders drooped slightly.

"What can I say? They must have gotten hung up in traffic. We were already behind schedule, so I am not surprised." Cromwell reached over, pushed several bills into the man's hand, and patted him on the shoulder before turning around and smiling at the group of students.

'This bastard, what the fuck happened to not hindering us thanks to that Staff contract." Brance complained in his head while silently clenching his fists.

'He knows damn well what the fuck is going on, yet here he is, bribing the camera crew.' However, soon after the second thought, Brance, Gabby, Selene, Melody, Benny, Milo, and even Kurza suddenly stiffened due to a chain of notifications.

-Your Faction leader Cynrik Jetlensr has Killed a Level 22 Tier-3 Adept Assassin.-

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