In a dark alleyway, where players tend to overlook, was a man wearing beginner players clothes.
His arm broken, his body bruised, and his walking is wobbly.
One of his eye is closed, and he has multiple wounds in his body.
"Damn 1.8 APH."
Pain coursing through bis body, he suddenly jumped over a side.
"I heard something there!"
Within seconds, a group of knights started to arrive at the place.
The place is a garbage dump, where the city places it for the garbage collectors to get.
Zaon, hearing the footsteps, decided to dive deeper to the trash.
With 1.8 APH, he is smelling all the rotten, puss and even the sour smell of the trash.
"Isn't it a bit too realistic?"
As the movements were seen by the knights, they decided to also jump in.
"Stop!"
An authorative shout echord through the streets.
All the other beggars and poor people inside the said street began to hide, while the knights began to go to the sides.
One by one, they started to line up, and salute the incoming person.
The man, has a daunting silver armor. His golden hair speaks of elegance, but the long scar on his face speaks of intensity.
His battle-hardened posture, his striking intensity and he fact that he carries a cute capybara on his shoulder kills the mood.
"Luke, report."
A single soldier then went out of the line and faced him.
"Yes, Sir! We found an anomaly, and we were tracking the person who we think brought it."
The knight, Luke, then went back to the line, and the knight who came looked at the knights in the dump.
"That's enough."
The three knights then came up from the dump, and saluted.
"Yes, Sir Armon."
Armon, the knight, strangely touched the capybara's head to pat it.
As the knights went up, Armon faced the garbage dump and cleared his throat.
He took a small circular object in his pocket, and breathed out.
"THIS IS ARMON, KNIGHT OF RUINTOWN! COME OUT AND COOPERATE TO THE INVESTIGATION!"
It was a megaphone.
Zaon, hearing this, couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Armon of Ruintown was a name he knows the most, for he was one of the heroes of the first Calamity.
The First Calamity, the Ninth Disciple of the Dark League.
If it is the first calamity, then that means there are at least eight more to come.
And the damage of the Calamity is not small.
In truth, Armon, who is standing here now, is a victim of it.
"I WILL COUNT TO THREE. IF YOU WON'T COME OUT, I WILL BE PUSHED TO DO SOMETHING I DON'T LIKE."
Armon, removing his gloves, revealed his two arms that are completely metallic.
Yes, his body, except for his head, is created with technology.
He was an experiment of the Harkon Metals, as they were the ones who first found the remains of the heroes.
Armon, is the King of Fist. His body is so strong that he can handle fifty enemies at once, and still not be overpowered by them.
Thinking that he can still live as the King of Fist, they created a special robot puppet, and put his head and face, which was the only thing that remained, on the said puppet.
Although he retained his sanity and all skills, it was downgraded as it was not his own body, and met all kinds of resistances.
Harkon Metals still continued it though, but they added some more features to the body.
In the end, instead of honoring the hero by making him a new body, they downgraded him to just an old man with shiny sparkles on his hand.
His hand turned into a cannon and aimed it at the garbage dump.
"ONE!"
As he aimed it, the capybara just stood there, peacfully, and it looked like it was sleeping.
"TWO!"
"Hey."
A voice echoed through the alleys.
The voice attracted all the attention of the knights in the street.
It was a soft call, but it was authorative enough to deter everyone.
Armon looked up, still charging up the arm he aimed at the garbage dump.
He squinted his eye, and saw a person standing atop one of the dilapidated buildings.
"If it isn't Kruger."
Armon smirked and looked at the person.
Kruger, an assassin who kills whoever he set his eyes on.
His up to date status is a hundred and one hunts, and a hundred and one successes.
Hunting Dog was his moniker, and his body is not even burly, but he is by far the smartest criminal Armon had faced since Harkon revived him.
"Long time no see, old fart."
Kruger stood up as he picked up his katana.
"I'm not here to fight you..."
Armon said, taking off the aim at the garbage dump.
"...but I will do it if..."
Saying this, one by one, little by little, the armor he is wearing, began to move.
These small movements became delicate and full blown as the once armor began to become a piece of metallic body.
"...you insist."
Blue patterns lit up in his body, like a machine whirring up.
Kruger, atop the chaotic buildings, held his katana, ready to strike.
The people now went out as wild energies started to clash: energies that came from the two titans.
"How bold of you to..."
Kruger lowered his stance.
"How dare you..."
Armon pumped his body, gathering his energies to his core.
"MESS WITH ME!"
With one move, both the two titans charged all of their energies one more time.
One move will decide to either save or obliterate the said place.
The knights, who were starting to panic, began to sheepishly and quietly leave the place.
One by one, they stepped back to save themselves from the said clash.
But, in chaos, something turns awry.
And in one mistake, a knight fell down, creating a loud noise.
Which became the whistle to the fight between the two.
Yet....
"Meow?"