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[Technoblade's POV]

This feeling… the sensation of my sword cutting through my enemies. The scent of blood filled the air.

It had been five hundred years since I last killed someone—since I last held a sword.

And this feeling…

I like it.

[Technoblade]: GG, noobs. Where's your strongest fighter?

[???]: You were the strongest, Techno.

I paused, gripping my sword tighter.

[Technoblade]: Who are you?

[???]: I am the last voice. The others left after the first hundred years… after you abandoned your sword.

[Technoblade]: Yeah? Well, God dropped me on a flying island with nothing but potato seeds, a hoe, and a shovel. Five hundred years—five hundred years—I spent planting potatoes.

[???]: And did you go mad?

[Technoblade]: I did not go mad.

[???]: Ahem. You made a sword out of potatoes. You built a hundred human statues out of potatoes. And let's not even talk about the planet you somehow crafted entirely out of potatoes. How. Did. You. Even. Do. That?

[Technoblade]: ...Okay, maybe I did go a little mad sometimes. But I was alone for five hundred years. What else was I supposed to do other than build Potatoesatn?

[???]: Hey, I was with you, Techno. I wish you could remember… WAIT—LOOK LEFT! THE BIG GUY LOOKS STRONG!

I turned my head and spotted him—a giant.

A hulking mass of flesh, standing on the battlefield, devouring an orc like it was nothing. His eyes locked onto me, hunger flashing within them.

[Big Fat Boy]: Meat. More meat.

A wicked grin spread across my face.

[Technoblade]: If you want some— Come and get it.

I lifted my sword, its edge gleaming in the light.

[The Backstory of Big Fat Boy]

I was always fat. Everyone made fun of me. I felt like trash.

Then, one day, I saw a video.

A video of a man named Technoblade.

I watched every single one. I studied them. I dreamed of meeting him.

But then I saw his last video… and realized he had been dead for ten years.

I was devastated.

But I heard his final words—his will.

He was in the Kingdom of Heaven, doing what he loved. And if he could fight until the end, so could I.

When this game was released, I was one of the first to play it. My only skill? Eating.

Before I knew it, I had comrades. A guild. Power.

But I wanted more.

I wanted to stand at the top—like him.

To be the second coming of Technoblade.

I would become the strongest. I would not be stopped—not by anyone. Not even by him.

I would eat them all.

And when the time came… he would be my last meal.

[Back to the Battle]

Big Fat Boy charged at Technoblade, but Techno sidestepped to the left, causing him to devour some of his own allies accidentally.

In an instant, Technoblade leaped onto his back and slashed his throat—killing him like he was nothing more than a bug.

[Technoblade]: Wow, that was a big one… and he dropped some carrots.

He took a bite.

[Technoblade]: Tastes weird, but okay.

[???]: I missed this feeling... BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

[...Let us go to Dave and the crown prince]

The Crown Prince looked at Dave the way one looks at a mosquito that keeps buzzing in your ear while you're trying to sleep.

[Dave]: You've gone too far this time, Prince. Just to kill your own father?

[Crown Prince]: I was going to kill you, lowborn.

[Dave]: Ah… So it was the Duke who taught you that arrogance. I'll kill him later. But for now… why don't you show your first teacher what you've learned?

[Crown Prince]: Die, lowborn!

The prince readied his sword, preparing to strike—

But before he could even finish his movement, Dave had already pierced his heart.

[Dave]: Where is my student?

The prince gasped, blood spilling from his lips.

[Dave]: You are not the Crown Prince I once knew. He was never weak…

Dave's eyes sharpened as he pulled his blade free.

[Dave]: COME OUT, ALEXANDER!

[Alexander]: Your eyes are as sharp as ever, Teacher.

From behind Dave, another figure emerged—identical to the Crown Prince who had just fallen.

[Dave]: I was the one who taught you everything… until the Duke arrived at the palace and bullshitted his way to the top. I never taught my best student to become this.

[Alexander]: You saw me as a student and not just a tool to advance your own nobility… then why did you refuse to become my father's sword? Why did you leave me?

Alexander stared at Dave, his expression demanding an answer.

But Dave couldn't meet his gaze.

He had abandoned him.

[Dave]: I told you before, Alexander… I'm like a bird. I can't live in a cage.

[Alexander]: Then why did you come back? Why serve under your old friend? Why?

Dave finally looked at Alexander, his eyes filled with sorrow.

[Dave]: For a dead friend. I did it for a dead friend.

His grip on his sword tightened.

[Dave]: Now stop talking and come at me. If you are truly my student, then prove it.

Alexander smirked.

[Alexander]: Then let me show you my skills, Teacher.

The battle erupted in a storm of steel and blood.

Dave and Alexander clashed, their swords moving so fast that the air itself seemed to scream. Anyone—ally or enemy—unfortunate enough to be near them was instantly cut down.

A red tornado of blood and steel formed around them, each swing of their blades carrying raw emotion—happiness, respect, hate.

Then, it was over.

The whirlwind of blood settled.

A lone, bloodied figure stepped forward, breathing heavily. He looked at the unidentifiable body on the ground, his expression unreadable.

[???]: I've done it… Now rest, Teacher. Your skills will live on through me.

Without another word, he turned and left the body behind, moving forward to complete his fight.

[Grey vs. Killer of Kings]

Grey froze everything in her path, trying desperately to kill the two undead sharks attacking her.

But every time she managed to freeze one, the woman known as Killer of Kings would break them free.

Grey gritted her teeth. She had only trained in ice, fire, and earth magic—meaning she could only combine these elements in battle. If she stopped freezing everything around her with cold fire, she would be overwhelmed.

But her mana was running out.

[Mana]: [4,588 / 10,000]

[Grey]: Can you stop jumping around for one second?

[Killer of Kings]: I can… but only if you get on my bed.

[Grey]: No thanks. Die.

[Killer of Kings]: Okay, but first, I'm going to touch that.

Before Grey could react, Killer of Kings appeared behind her and placed a hand on her chest, licking her lips.

[Killer of Kings]: I like that I'm flat, but you? You're even flatter.

She grinned.

[Killer of Kings]: I like it even more now. I can't wait to eat you up…

Grey's entire body shook with rage.

Her Bloodlust Skill instantly maxed out—but she didn't care.

[Grey]: EAT THIS, YOU F###ING ANIMAL!

[Chapter End]