Calamity Upon This World

BOOOOOMMMM!!!!

A massive fireball entered the warehouse and exploded, burning most of the bandits alive and setting fire to the whole place.

The attack would've likely killed everyone if not for the few awakened people inside, creating a barrier to save themselves and their allies.

The bandits breathed a small sigh of relief to have survived before quickly raising their guard to try and find the perpetrator behind the attack.

But before they could find the one responsible for the attack, a bipedal grey-furred wolf rushed inside and started slicing everyone with zero difficulty.

"What the fuck is that thing?" a man screamed in panic as he saw the bipedal wolf brutally massacring all his friends and allies.

"Someone hel-" Before another man could scream for help, his face was ripped into shreds by the sharp claws of the wolf.

Seeing the scene, the few awakened inside finally regained their senses, aiming their skills, spells, aspect abilities, or whatever they had in their arsenal towards the beast in hopes of taking it down.

Spikes of rocks, fire balls, bolts of lightning, blades of wind, beams of ice, and various other attacks of all kinds were charged at the foul beast.

But it was all useless as the beast manoeuvred around the burning establishment, easily dodging the spells.

As the wolf was running around, he let out a beastly howl.

"HOWWLLL!!! "

The howl paralysed the few remaining non-awakened who somehow managed to survive the initial fireball and even a few awakened people.

Taking this opportunity, Noir (AN:the name of MC's first chaos servant) opened his mouth, and a small, dark purple ball of energy started forming inside, which, when released, fired like a beam of destruction, destroying anything it came into contact with.

With just this single ability, Noir killed at least 50 people.

Now, out of the 300 people who were previously present inside, only 20 remain.

Describing the battle as anything other than a one-sided massacre would be completely wrong.

The bandits were completely unmatched against the beast who had invaded their territory; they were merely lambs to the slaughter.

However, things weren't all bad for the bandits, as out of the still-lived 20 members, all of them were awakened, so if they all worked together, they might be able to bring down the beast.

"Ahh! This is annoying!" Jok screamed as he summoned an axe, which was probably his aspect beast, and charged at the wolf.

The metal of his axe clashed with the claws of the wolf, and sparks flew as both weapons collided.

~Skring~

Their exchange continued for a few seconds, and both of them looked to be equal in terms of strength from an outsider's perspective.

But that was merely an illusion, as Jok was quite heavily outmatched and was being pushed back.

Just when Noir was about to bite the gigantic man's head off, a fireball and an ice shard crashed into it, disorienting it in the process.

Using the opportunity his allies created, Jok used his [Great Hit] skill to strengthen his axe and slash the wolf, finally managing to make it bleed and send it flying.

"Yeah, how's that?" Jok celebrated, finally managing to hit the monstrous beast.

His whole life, his physical strength was something Jok prided himself on, and his 2200 points in strength were proof of that.

He had never ever lost in a battle of strength aside from that one time against the boss, but that obviously doesn't count.

Due to his overwhelming physical advantage, he just relied on it to win fights, which is why he got caught off guard and almost died back there if not for his allies intervention.

Sadly, his total BF was 2800, and 2200 of that was just strength, so as one might expect, intelligence wasn't exactly his strong suit, which is why he let himself get distracted mid-fight and started celebrating after just landing one good hit without confirming the state of his opponent.

And now he was about to pay the price for his costly mistake.

~cluck~

Three beastly claws came out of Jork's chest, and as he turned around to his horror, he saw the bipedal wolf he had sent flying moments ago behind him with one of its claws piercing through his chest.

His vision started growing dark, and with his last few breaths, he muttered.

"H-how? "

Sadly, he would never receive the answer to his question, as the beast couldn't talk, and even if it could, it probably wouldn't tell him.

But Noir had basically used [Shadow Step] to teleport through the shadows and kill the two men who had disturbed its fight, and after quickly disposing of them, it made its way towards the giant of a man it was fighting before and killed him before he could even react.

"Fuck, what even is that thing?" a man asked, his legs trembling in fear.

He had just witnessed the strongest guy among them, Jork, get killed helplessly.

He didn't want to die, but at this point, he didn't think he had much of a choice.

However, just before he could make a futile attempt at trying to run away from the peripheral of his vision, he saw a mysterious, well-dressed, masked man standing near the entrance—the same place that huge fireball from earlier came from.

And it was easy to pull 2 and 2 together for him.

The wolf from earlier must have been a summoned creature, judging by the strength of it.

The man must be someone who mainly focuses on summoning magic, which generally means that the summoner must be weak physically.

Of course, there was the possibility that the wolf was an aspect beast, and the masked man was a regular warrior or mage type awakened.

But he didn't want to think about such a possibility.

"Hey guys, two of you go distract the wolf while the rest of us will go kill the summoner standing at the entrance," he announced.

While the man who had announced this was just a random mob, nobody had the time to care right now; everyone was desperate, and in this situation, his words made sense, so they just chose to follow them.

However, what these poor men didn't know yet was that in order to escape from a wolf, they were willingly charging into the mouth of a lion.