Jack's comment, joke as it was, or so his team at the very least assumed, did not escape the ears of the new arrivals, nor did it escape the ears of those already present who were listening, drawing quite a few gazes in his direction. Doubly so when quite a lot of people realized he and another guy were surrounded by a group of beauties. Jealousy, irritation, anger, greed and any other negative emotion filled countless of people, no one more so than Velka and Alexander. The duo was particularly pissed. Not only had someone dared to joke at their expense, or so they believed, but also steal their spot in the center of everyone's attention.

  Both were positively enraged and already preparing to take action to show what happens to those that insult them, only to be stopped by their personal assistants of sorts, or as Jack knew from his own appraisal, the people with appraisal of their own. No doubt they noticed Jack's weapon, as well as his set of rings. That alone would push anyone's stats beyond what others could hope to achieve, combine it with the strength his party had, their own weapons also no doubt incredibly powerful, though much like Jack's gundao, being of epic quality and as such outside of rare tier appraisal identify range making them all the more dangerous, and you get a group that cannot be offended whatsoever. Not without meticulous and careful preparations and planning.

  As Jack noticed that they were held back, he saw it a perfect opportunity to propagate the validity of his half insanity as a Virtuoso, thus, he did what he had done before once already and went on to narrate a story of sorts, loud enough for all to hear and question his mental health at least a little. And if not that, then they should classify him as a weirdo, like all proper savants were.

  "In an outburst of anger and embarrassment, seething with rage, both the tub of lard and grapist desired for nothing more than to send the artist to meet his maker. The stage was set, the artist willing, his play coming to its climax, the executioner's blade begging to be used and fed fresh blood, yet at the very last moment, grapists and tub of lards' right hand men stopped them, their sharp eyes locked on gleaming blade, waiting for its chance. Ahh, the pity, the sadness if its hunger remaining there. Once could almost hear it's cry in the wind as it called. The artist, ever the faithful to the play, walked forward and called out, all too willing to perform his own, insignificant role."

  As he recounted the last few lines, he walked forward, leaving his group behind as they themselves remembered his previous retelling of events, slight second hand embarrassment creeping on their faces as they blushed. Once out in the clearing, he turned towards both parties of scum and spoke. "Come. Come and show me my measly place, I see you want to. Let's let the weapons sing their song as we dance a final dance. Come, We am waiting!" the last sentence was downright spine chillingly spoken, as if the weapon itself was alive and had spoken through the man.

  Even as Jack stood there, waiting for some kind of response and his full attention seemingly on the two scum, he could hear whispers about the weirdness that people had just witnessed, as well as the whispers about his class and the rings he wore. He was quickly classified as the few screws missing and dangerous guy, better left alone.

  "What? Not coming? You better, for I can see things others cannot. It would be wise to ensure I don't say too much." his gaze then moved towards Velka as he spoke "Enslaver" then his eyes moved on to Alexander "and you, Barbaric mind breaker".

  To anyone who had done something noteworthy, no matter in which category, as well as their groups, it was clear what Jack had just said. He could, as it seemed, see what titles someone had unlocked, perhaps even the flavour text of said titles. That did make some sense to be honest. Virtuoso seemed like some sort of a crafting class, doubly so when combined with the knowledge of Jack's rings. And as the flavour text would imply, he was an artist. Would it be any wonder that such odd class could be able to see someones titles? That also cast a whole new, entirely negative light on the ones identified.

  Neither 'Enslaver', nor 'Barbaric mind breaker' seemed like someone others would want to have around, not with their still mostly earth based reasoning and morality. It was also getting quite clear to the duo and their groups in extension, that more and more hostile gazes were now locking onto them. Was it any wonder that more and more of the people resent instantly would attribute most, if not all of the disappearances of their fellow people.

  The duo were smart enough to know then it was time to disappear, quickly turning around and bolting out of the village entirely, their groups close behind. After all, each one of them had a title of a similar nature and no one had a skill that could hide said titles from the penetrating gaze of Jack and his 'EX' rarity appraisal skill, not that anyone knew his skills were EX rarity of course. Did not stop people from getting scared and run with their tails tugged between their legs.

  Jack could tell though, they would never take such a trashing lying down and would, without a doubt, try and have their revenge. Still, the role had to be played out, thus his voice resounded once again.

  "The artist and his blade stood alone in the very center of the field, both left unsatisfied and disappointed. The weapon still hungry for blood, the artist, denied the culmination and the proper ending to his play. Is there truly no one willing to step up and finish the play? Would his weapon leave hungering once again? As the artist gazed around and found no eyes filled with hunger and desire to see his art completed, he sighed in defeat and left to sulk in the shadows once more. 'A different story. Another time. Surely, surely it would work.' The artist lamented, slowly walking away."

  As he recounted, he followed his own script, sighing when necessary, his gaze roaming the crowd, eyes darting away as he did so, until he left the clearing, finding a nice shadowy corner to sit down and apparently sulk, though still close enough to his party, who then all moved a bit closer to him. Izumi used the momentary silence to speak up, leading the talk in the direction their group needed, using the wealth of knowledge their group had collected so far.

  "Let me ask you all a few questions." she started "It was brought up that we should unite and strike at the enemy together now that they are not yet prepared, but has anyone found where they come up? Can we, as a large group even traverse it without alerting said horde? Is the place good for us to battle? All that is necessary to know beforehand so we can act accordingly. Rushing in blindly would just be the death of us. If you want to prepare, it is our belief that fortifying the walls here, should you be willing to defend the place, and developing your own food stockpiles is of utmost paramount. You can all join hands and rush to your deaths for all we care, but don't expect us to follow suit. We have brains and strategy for a reason."

  Her cold, yet logical comment was like a bucket of cold water over the heads of most people here as they realized just how truly little information they had on the enemy. besides their location, nothing else was known, their actual numbers, the strength of the elite monsters there, the full geographical layout of the place- nothing at all. And they wanted to do what? Bum rush the place and hope for the best, especially with how few parties had actually seen the place? The further people thought of it, the worse and worse of an idea it became.

  "What are we supposed to do then?" one of the many people present cried out, followed by another one from another place in the crowd.

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  "Yea! Should we just lie down and wait obediently for death?" The frustration was clear in their voices, much like the desperation that was seeping through. Few, if any of the people here had been fighters back on earth, fewer still had the character to adapt to such extreme changes.

  "I don't know about you, but we will continue heading out and do our best to grow stronger still." Izumi replied calmly, ushering her group to leave. There was little point in staying behind, all possibilities of a joint attack crumbled to dust.

  Once back in their home, Jack praised Izumi for her ability to tear apart any unity that might have formed, resetting the place to a more desirable state for them.

  "I do have to wonder, who is the one to be praised here?" Izumi shrugged and questioned in return "That spectacle you performed was no worse for wear. Truly, if I was not a part of this group, I would surely think you have a few screws loose, most of them even. What was the point there, besides exposing Velka and this Alexander?"

  "Preparations for the future." Jack answered with a shrug.

  "Care to elaborate?"

  "It's not like we a plan to murder everyone else in the tutorial and since there will be plenty of other survivors, I need to make sure those that remember me believe I am a Virtuoso with quite a few screws loose, thus the need to take a bit of a spotlight as a crazy person. Exposing those two was just a bonus. Right, on that note, do be careful with those people, one and all. Each and every one among those groups had some pretty nasty titles, ranging everywhere from Maneater, and that was meant in a literal sense, to Sadist, Torturer and even Rapist. And yes, that classmate of yours- Hanzo, he also has his own title, more than one actually and of the latter variety as well, so if we run into him, feel free to cut him down. More than a few girls with thank you from afterlife for it, trust me."

  Jack could see as Izumi, along with the rest of the girls gritted their teeth, clearly angered by the information and forming a strong desire to extract more than a single pound of flesh not only from Hanzo but the entirety of his group.

  "Is there any difference between the two groups?" Izumi asked, clear anger in her voice.

  "The choice of targets for the most part. You can already imagine the difference I recon."

  Izumi tried to calm herself down forcefully, managing to bring her anger down a few levels, then asked in a much calmer manner.

  "So, what's our plan? Continue as we were?"

  "Yes and no. Yes so far as our daily plans had been so far- head out and hunt to earn experience and materials. No because we will have to prepare to be ambushed by either, or even both groups. Expect traps and poison, though I should be able to see it coming and prepare us accordingly. Once that happens, we will have to act a bit for the ambusher to get closer so we can take them all out. Will be a bit of a hurdle. Taking human life is a major event and not pleasant in the least, often haunting you for years to come. Should not be that bad here though. It seems the system is somehow helping us cope and get used to the brutality of this world."

  "And what makes you so sure they will try and come after us, even with underhanded methods and meticulous planning?"

  "I did just expose their true colours before their supposed prey, did I not? What proper psychopath could let such audacity simply go, especially in a place where the law of jungle rules? That and you could tell it from their hatred filled glares and facial expressions as they left. Their entire shtick was to use subterfuge to get their hooks in, either doing the deed themselves, like that Alexander did, using mana to influence someone's perception of him to a more positive one until preys guard was down and he could strike, or the other girls under her command in that fat cows case."

  The group then discussed a few immediate counter measures to be taken to ensure their home would remain safe and their farmers undisturbed, but once that was done, they all went off to rest, their minds set for what was to come, as grim and bloody as it would no doubt be.

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  Rage. Pure and utter rage trashed in Velka's system. Not only had she been humiliated, but done so in front of all those lovely doves she had yet to save and show the true way. Her beauties, swarmed and coveted by those filthy, lowly pigs, as though they downright owned them. NO! Only she had the right to bask in their affection, to feel their smiles and warmth as they brought the only true world order forth, just as her sisters outside the tutorial already no doubt were doing, and if not, she would be the one to open the floodgates, to usher in a new age of womanly power. With her on the metaphorical throne of course. Who else could maintain the integrity needed for such a heavy burden.

  It was all going quite well aswell so far, More than a dozen girls had been shown the way and liberated from their foolish brainwashing, embedded in them by the corrupt system they had grown up in. She was sure even more would follow suit once she had heard of the information about the monster horde spreading, already multiple different plans forming in her mind. And yet, all of that was now washed down the drain. All because of a single, mangy mutt.

  By right, she should have splattered its brains all across the clearing it had stood in so challengingly, only to be stopped by her right hand woman. And, as shameful as it was to admit it, good thing she had been as well, the information gleaned was downright terrifying. There was a single, if small, redeeming thing they had learned as well. For all the might said Virtuoso possessed right now, it had a growth ceiling, or at the very least a soft cap, as well as a mental condition to boot. Plus five to both strength and vitality was a scary prospect, doubly so when it was confirmed his weapon was of epic quality at the very least. It would be correct to imply that the tutorial was his sandbox to do in as he wished. Did not mean the power imbalance would remain as is forever. Velka was nothing if not patient, and so she would wait once again. To get through the tutorial and then grow to surpass that mangy mutt. Then, and only then would she be able to come back with force and break it down, to slowly, excruciatingly so, destroy every aspect of its existence.

  Still, all that was in the far distance. She had other problems to deal with now. Their hunting grounds were now off limits, no doubt the guards were already informed and would be hostile to her and her group. Annoying to say the least, but not crippling. They could last for quite some time still with what they already had, be it food or entertainment, or slaves for that matter. Still, the horde was out there and until it was downed, her groups movement would be heavily restricted. 'Patience Velka, patience. We will have the last laugh.' she chanted in her mind as her group switched their game plan over a bit. 'It would seem a bit of monster hunting is in the cards for now.'

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  "CUNT!" Alexander almost roared in his room, his hand sweeping over the mostly empty table by now, sending yet another mug flying. No matter how many times he thinks back at the events in the village, he would get irritated each and every time. And he could not help himself, his mind bringing it up again and again. Not only someone had interfered with his skills activation, crumbling the plan from the get go, but then that bastard had gone and not only stolen the limelight but also unmasked him in a sense.

  Did he regret what was doing? Why would he? It was only right that those lesser creatures served at least some purpose, their measly lives shining ever so brightly as his gaze fell upon them. What more could they ever hope for than to be chosen by him personally? And then, some lowly artist comes blurts things that should never be mentioned. That too was oddly irritating. How dare a simple system label him together with the rest of those lowly creatures?

  "Don't you worry you pesky insect." he growled as he brushed his hair back with one hand, a glint of madness sparking in his eyes. "You might have some toys in your hands, but I have my own as well." He glanced back at the bed of his chambers, a vacant eyed and naked girl that laid on it coming into his sight. He scoffed and walked towards the door. Opening it he leaned out and yelled "SOMEONE GET ME OSCAR!"

  Just a few minutes later, a draven haired, sleazy looking guy was in his room, his eyes darting to the naked girl on the bed again and again. "You called boss?"

  "Yes Oscar. I need a fair amount of your paralyzing agent. I know it's a pain to produce, but I am not unreasonable. Get me five vials of the stuff as soon as you can and Mandy there is yours. Nice and obedient, just like how you spoke of." Alexander spoke and pointed with his thumb towards the bed.

  "N-no problem boss. I should have it ready by tomorrow morning, or at the latest tomorrow by midday. Anything else you might need?"

  "That will be all Oscar. Thanks." Alexander smiled as he guided the guy outside.

  "Fuck!" he then grumbled, realising he would have to wait until they caught that Virtuoso's group to break some new girl. There was simply no way he, or his guys could approach anyone now.

  Jack Raja(?)

  Age- 27

  Species- human(?)

  Level- 12

  Class- Twin aspect of Creation and Destruction(EX)

  Stats unassigned: +12

  Attributes:

  Strength- 24 (14+7+3)

  Vitality- 21 (12+7+2)

  Dexterity- 11 (5+6)

  Intelligence-7

  Spirit- 25 (20+5)

  Skills- Wisdom of Creation and destruction(EX), Choice of the creator(EX), Eyes of procurer(EX), Matter storage(EX), Arukain language(C), Spark of inspiration(EX).

  Spells- temporary spatial storage (shrinking)

  Titles(unlocked): The real Monster, Big Game Hunter, The brilliant rookie, The insane Solo. The actor.

  Gear: amulet +2 vit: weapon- Gundao+3 str.