The Over-Break System

Hanging limply on the Umbral Tendrils, the pale-faced and battered Derrek was once again forced awake by a burning sensation coursing through his veins.

Startled awake and releasing a horse scream of agony, he ended up coughing up multiple mouthfuls of blood before sagging limply again as he slipped into the sweet painless darkness of unconsciousness again.

"Tsk, this is getting boring now. His reactions are weak, and I can't even enjoy beating him anymore. Sigh, oh well," raising his kodachi, Cynrik lopped off Derrek's head with a single slash, triggering the final kill notification.

-You have killed a competitor from Team Romeoville.-

-Current Members on your Team: 1/7.-

-Current Members on Opposing Team: 0/7.-

-Congratulations, you are the final person standing.-

-Team VSFA Has won the Tie-Breaker Team Battle Event.-

-You will be teleported out of the VR World in Thirty Seconds.-

Clasping his hands behind his head, Cynrik looked up at the sky with a rueful expression.

'Sigh, why do all the toys I find break so easily.' He complained while waiting for the timer to tick down so he could be transported out of the VR World.

-Uh...Cyn, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news here, but you better prepare yourself; Brancie is madder than I've ever seen him, and his mind is a chaotic storm of anger that rivals your own right now.-

Still resting on his shoulder, Tobs leaned over and poked Cynrik's cheek, causing him to frown.
'Fucking great, on a scale of bad to total meltdown, what are we talking about here?' Cynrik asked without looking away from the timer.

-Well...he kind of want's to string you up and beat you until you can't move for the next six years. He is even considering blasting you with Light Mana as torture.-

-In his mind, you've gone entirely too far this time. Especially since every member of Team Romeoville had to be whisked away on stretchers, you broke all six...er...seven of your opponents and Brance is fuming mad.-

'Tsk, Brance is a fucking simpleton sometimes. Why can't he understand that all of this was necessary? My sole purpose is to do the things he can't bring himself to do, yet every single fucking time I do, he loses his shit at me.'

-Don't look at me...you know how Brance is, anything that crosses his moral line is unjust and unnecessary. All I can say is be ready to weather whatever he plans on throwing at you...it's going to be a rough couple of days.-


With that said, Tobs disintegrated into particles and entered Cynrik's SOC, leaving him alone as the timer reached Zero and the world turned dark.

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Opening his eyes, Cynrik was greeted by the darkness of the capsule and its stale air, causing him to shift and sigh loudly.

[[Brance, listen...]] Cynrik started to say but was cut off when he started talking.

[[Save it for someone who gives a flying fuck Cynrik. What you just did was WAY out of line. I don't give a shit if you think it was necessary; I don't give a shit if it served the purpose you came up with in your twisted mind. All you've done today is increase our enemy count and cause many people to fear and hate you to the core.]]

Flexing his sore hands, Brance crossed his arms while his face twitched slightly.

Meanwhile, Selene stayed utterly silent. When she heard Cynrik's voice enter the mind link, she was happy and wanted to compliment her boyfriend on a job well done.

But when Brance struck out, even she flinched physically before shutting up and taking a small step away from him. At a glance, Selene swore she saw whisps of tangible Holy Fire flicker around Brance's body, and this was MORE than enough to freak her out.

The same could be said for Milo, who was staring incredulously at Brance from the safety of Gabby's arms. After the Accuracy Event fiasco, he had been returned to her loving embrace, but right now, all the hair on his body stood on end, and the reason was the feeling Brance was radiating.

Seeing how her beloved cat was reacting, Gabby looked down at Milo before looking over at her boyfriend with a face full of worry. She was aware that the One who would take things the hardest would be Brance, but even she was at a loss for how to console him.

Crossing his arms in the VR Capsule, Cynrik thought hard about his following few words, but even then, he found himself unable to come up with anything to calm his brother down.

In that one statement alone, Cynrik could tell just how pissed off Brance was, and he knew the moment they were alone, he was in for some serious trouble.

Heaving another sigh, Cynrik didn't respond and cleared his mind before grabbing the release lever and popping open the lid of his VR Capsule, expelling out the stale air with a loud hiss.

Swinging his legs over the edge, Cynrik calmly and emotionlessly exited the device and walked to the center of the room, where he saw the stern expression on the Head Referee's face and the slightly scared one plastering the backup Ref's face.

Walking over to the rally point, Cynrik stood facing the projection wall on the left side of the Referee, and the announcement that VSFA had won the Team Battle Event and Round One was made.

However, before Cynrik walked away, the Ref squeezed Cynrik's wrist, causing him to look up at the older man.

"What you have done today is entirely unprofessional, and if it weren't in VR, I would have killed you here and now. People aren't playthings, kid, and if you keep on the path you are walking, it won't be long before people like me are sent after you to hunt you down and bring you to justice."

"Sick fucks like you are the reason Enforcers like me exist. Mark my words, straighten your act up, and get control of those impulses, or else." The Ref whispered angrily with a red face before throwing Cynrik's hand away and spitting on the ground.

Standing rooted in place, Cynrik narrowed his eyes and watched the Head Referee storm out of the room with the second Ref hot on his heels.

'Hm, I didn't expect that at all. High Tier-5, that Ref was hiding his power this entire time.' Bringing up his right hand and examining his sore wrist, Cynrik shook his head slowly before dropping his arm and walking passed his team toward the door.

However, when he passed each member, he saw a noticeable change in their body posture, indicating either they had a slight amount of fear for him or they were uncomfortable being around him after what they saw.

Stepping up to the door and gripping its handle, Cynrik stopped and addressed them without looking back.

"Fear me, or hate me, it matters not because I did today what none of you have the ability, mindset, or guts to do. Think what you will, but I refuse to change the person I am for any reason, and I will not conform to the social norms of society." With that, Cynrik left the room and blew passed the furious Geralt, ignoring him as if he was nonexistent.

The statement was not only intended for MyrkLys members but also for the cameras, which he had noticed were still on.

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