Banished by Unknown Forces, I Rise to Crush Their Dominion

The dust was almost gone, letting their sight clear again. There lay a man on the ground, groaning in pain. Light had dismissed the spear long ago, intending to let the man bleed to death, but it did not seem that the man was willing to give up just yet.

Anys gave Light a look, a smirk playing on her lips, and remarked, "Our ticket came right to our feet—how handy." Light ignored her comment and moved closer to the man lying on the ground; the figure looked familiar he was the one with the weird aura and the black bandana. They stared at each other for a brief moment before the man spoke without wasting any time.

"Dorian."

Light blinked twice. "It's strange to say your name to your murderer, isn't it?" he said with a wry smile, then replied, "Light." Dorian, even as he lay dying on the ground, made no overt expression of pain, instead attempting to hide his suffering.

Anys joined the conversation, interjecting, "Let's get out of this damn desert. I'm hungry, I need some sleep, and maybe a warm bath…"

Before she could finish, Light interrupted her by materializing his spear and aiming it at Dorian. It was the first time he had seen Dorian laugh before Light could speak a word. Dorian took a deep breath, held the bandana that was wrapped around his neck, placed it in front of his mouth, and blew through it with all his might. The bandana transformed the surrounding air into a thick, green mist that enveloped all three of them. Before Light could react he felt a punch with a force that could send an average man flying.

Light's vision blurred, and he felt dizzy. He could no longer be sure if he was still standing or not. The air felt suffocating, and though he desperately wanted to breathe, it was no secret that the greenish air was toxic and poisonous. Yet, with every labored breath, the stifling atmosphere became a bit more bearable. Perhaps it was the illusion the body creates before someone dies, Light thought.

After what felt like an eternity, the pain subsided enough for him to focus again. Without wasting any more time he stood up with all his might and then searched desperately for Anys. It was not difficult to find her, given the shrill screaming that had erupted moments before. If Light had had a camera, he would have undoubtedly filmed her in this compromised state and laughed about it later—of course, that is, once they managed to survive.

He managed to pull Anys out of the poisonous cloud; she had plummeted onto the ground and was on the verge of unconsciousness, though it appeared she would probably not die from such a cheap trick. Once she was safe, Light scanned the surroundings to locate Dorian. Dorian did not hide—in fact, he couldn't have hidden in a desert like this, where there were hardly any places to take cover. He stood a mere five meters in front of Light, his stance awkward, as though he were standing as clumsily as someone with a wounded leg—but, despite that, he seemed fine.

Light's eyes caught sight of a fresh wound on the right side of Dorian, a wound that looked as if it had been inflicted before their recent fight. In that instant, Light knew exactly who must have done it; the wound bore the distinct mark of a arrow, and only one man was capable of such a precise strike "I see you had a little confrontation with a friend of minev" .

Dorian smirked, "You're a team of brats, aren't you?"

Light paid little mind to that comment; his mind was preoccupied with the need to buy time. Having just escaped the poisonous haze, he attempted to manifest his spear once more, but his body was too exhausted to obey his command. That, however, did not affect Dorian. Standing upright, Dorian raised his hand and pronounced the name "Ishin." As he did so, a black sparkle gathered around his hand and a sword slowly materialized before them.

Light tried to think of a way out, but the poison's lingering effects rendered his thoughts sluggish. It seemed as though this might be the end for him. Dorian, on the other hand, appeared to relish every moment—enjoying the chaos like a true psychopath. But it would not last long. In a sudden, brutal turn, a man attacked Dorian with nothing but his bare fist.

Yet, who was this assailant? Light couldn't tell at first—until he realized something was horribly amiss. The attacker, astonishingly, had no head. "Wait, what? Why the fuck is there a man with no head fighting against Dorian?" Light thought, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal scene.

Thanks to the distinctive clothing he wore—a classic set of gym clothes—Light immediately recognized whose body the headless man must belong to. It was Ramis.

Then, a loud voice from the right startled Light. A head, lying on the ground, shouted, "Ayo, Light! Get the fuck out of there! This man is a psychopath—you can't win against him!"

Light tried to act on the warning, but his legs betrayed him. They gave out, and he fell to the ground, forced to watch the absurd chaos unfolding before his eyes. In front of him, Dorian wrestled with a dead body—a macabre and disturbing scene that defied all logic.

Before Light could process what was happening, a cold, robotic voice resounded: "The game ended. Killing candidates will result in consequences."

Taking a deep breath, Light turned his gaze toward Anys, who was now looking up at the sky with an expression of relief. "28 people survived," the voice declared. Light couldn't help but think, Well, no shit, Sherlock, as he let out a bitter laugh.

Ignoring the obscure scene in front of me, I summoned up my Adaptive Armour stats, letting the digital readout come into clear view before my eyes.

Name: Adaptive Armour

Adaptive Armor Attribute: Self-learning defense system that, as it takes damage, analyzes the impact, reinforces the weakened areas, and strengthens itself to become more resilient against future attacks.

Defense Status: Mid-Low resistance against body attacks

I couldn't help but smile at the display. For a brief, absurd moment, I entertained a wild thought: what if I let Anys beat me? Maybe I could purposely take more hits, push my Adaptive Armour to learn faster, to evolve into something even stronger.

I shook my head, dismissing the monograph. "I should think about that after getting some rest"