The Fat God System

The bandits started to be attacked by the platoons. The numbers were toed to toe with each other, but the platoon had an advantage over the bandits.

Swords clashed, and blood spilled all over the battlegrounds. The platoon continued to dominate over the bandits, and the bandits chipped off some of the platoon members.

Hugh stayed on top of the trees overseeing the whole thing. He did not want to show himself just yet. There were still three mysterious cloaked men at the back of the bandits.

Hugh guessed that they were all just super strong people who would change the whole situation on the battlefield.

The guard beside Hugh looked at Hugh and saw that he was not moving. Usually, the leader of the group would join in on the fight.

Since the fight seemed to be getting over quickly, the guard thought that it would be safe for Hugh to come and fight. This would give him experience.

However, Hugh did not move. He continued to observe the fight as if he was not fazed by the men in his platoon dying.

The guard thought that Hugh was a coward who did not want to dirty his own hands. His respect for Hugh went down for this.

Of course, Hugh did care. However, it was not the time just yet. He had to wait until the Shark Loan company shows itself.

When the bandits started to get cornered, Hugh saw the three mysterious figures begin to move. This time, he looked at them with his eyes wide open.

He did not want to miss what they would do. He would take his time and make sure that he knew every variable in the battle.

The three figures started to raise their hands together. The left one started to have a green swirl of energy around his hands until he threw it towards the platoon.

A crescent-shaped wind blade went towards one of the soldiers and cut him directly in half. Everybody stopped in their tracks.

Everyone looked at the divided corpse of the soldier and looked at the one how had just launched it.

"Chosen! He's a chosen!" the soldiers screamed.

Everyone was in disarray as they all heard that. They all saw it in their own eyes, and they all realized that the tides of the battle had been turned.

A chosen could kill ten people by himself with one move. The platoon and the soldiers did not have anyone by their side that was determined.

It was easy to guess who would win in this situation. At the beginning of the fight, the soldiers were winning over the bandits.

However, now that a chosen had interfered and fought together with the bandits, the soldiers were the ones in the corner.

The guard furrowed his brows as he looked at the chosen. He did not expect to see a selection from the bandits. Usually, a chosen was a prestigious person who could get anything they wanted.

It was highly unusual for a chosen to side with a bandit since they could ask for anything, and they would get it.

Then, the middle person in the mysterious figures also raised his hand. Then, a reddish fire started to swirl around his hand and formed a ball of fire.

This ball of fire was then thrown towards a lump of soldiers and exploded into a ball of fire. Everyone was shocked.

The sliders screamed in pain as they all died while burning. It was an indescribable pain that they could only shout out with the last of their breaths.

"Another one?!" the soldiers screamed.

One chosen was hard enough, but it turned out that there were two of them. The worst part was that there was still another person beside them.

This could mean that there were three chosen people in their group. The soldiers and the platoon all felt like their battle was over.

They could not possibly win over the chosen people. It was impossible, and they would die before they even got to kill one of them.

"Surround them! They can't show their skill again!" Hugh shouted from the trees.

The soldiers all looked towards Hugh and saw that there was no sign of worry on his face. All the soldiers in the platoon believed in Hugh.

They would follow him to death since they knew he was the strongest person they had ever seen.

"Yeah!!!!" the soldiers screamed.

Even the guard was surprised at the kind of command that Hugh had over the soldiers in the platoon. It looked like they all followed Hugh, not because of his title but their respect towards him.

The two chosen people who had used their skill all looked towards Hugh. They did not know that there was a person who could discern their bluff.

They planned to show their power and scare the soldiers off. Then, the bandits would finish the soldiers, and it would have been an easy win for them.

The chosen all looked towards Hugh, and they all frowned at him. However, they did not have the time to attack Hugh while the soldiers in the platoon rushed towards the chosen people.

The chosen were overwhelmed, but thankfully, the bandits prevented the soldiers from reaching the chosen.

Hugh frowned. Although it was a good strategy, if the soldiers could not reach the chosen people, then the chosen could recharge their powers and attack the soldiers again.

"Hey!" Hugh talked to the guard beside him.

The guard looked at Hugh and frowned. "What?"

"Aren't you going to attack the chosen?" Hugh asked.

The guard frowned at Hugh's words. He was only assigned to look over Hugh. He did not have to do Hugh's job for him.

There was absolutely no reason for the guard to attack the chosen people right now. However, if things were to become the worst, then he would kidnap Hugh and run away.

"Don't you want to have the commander's praise?" Hugh asked.

Now, Hugh had the guard's attention. Everyone in the army wanted to be praised by the commander. This would give them the honor and prestige that they all worked hard every day for.

However, the argument was still silent. At least, Hugh got the guard thinking. Although the guard could theoretically defeat one chosen, three chosen people were too much for him.

"I'll take care of the one; you take care of two," Hugh said.

The guard looked over towards Hugh. This was unexpected as the guard thought that Hugh did not want to fight.

The guard did not even know that Hugh had enough confidence and courage to fight against one chosen. Did he even have the strength to last for more than three seconds?

"What do you say? Don't you want the commander to praise you for killing three chosen people from the opposing attackers?" Hugh asked.

This was the last nail in the coffin for the guard. He was now hooked into Hugh's plan. He could occupy two chosen while Hugh attacked one.

Then, the soldiers in the platoon would have no problem while they attacked the bandits. Then, once the bandits are all killed, they could all fight against the chosen.

"Okay," the guard did as he jumped down from the top of the tree and attacked the two chosen.

Hugh smiled as he saw that. Then, he also jumped down and followed the guard.

With the guard attacking two chosen simultaneously, he would be too occupied to look at Hugh. Then Hugh would have the chance to ask the Shark Loan company about their goals.

The guard attacked the two chosen who manifested the wind and fire attacks. Hugh went over the last mysterious guy who had an unknown power.

He borrowed one of the bloodied swords from the ground and attacked the last guy. He was surprised to see that the guy was ready for Hugh's attack.

Hugh used his armor to give himself a strength boost and attack the chosen. He could shoot the guy, but the guy only used his hand to guard against Hugh's attack.

The sword landed on the chosen's wrist, and sparks came out. With Hugh's strength, the chosen's wrist had a skin-deep gash.

However, the sword could not handle the pressure. It shattered into thousands of different pieces.

The chosen looked at his wrist and saw that it was bleeding. He was confident in his defensive power and did not think a skinny guy like the platoon leader could injure him.

Now that the chosen knew not to underestimate Hugh, he attacked Hugh with all his power. Hugh also used his armor to defend against the attack.

The chosen smirked. His skin was as tough as metal, and he could manifest a blade in his arms. He used it to attack Hugh.

Hugh only used his hand to catch the blade coming towards his face. An idiotic move thought the chosen. However, he was surprised to see Hugh stop the attack with one hand.