Hitman with a Badass System

Despite the ominous threat from Valorix, Michael couldn't help but laugh. "You've got no fucking clue, do you? Do you know how many have threatened to kill or trap me? And yet, here I am," he shot back, his laughter tinged with defiance.

"Let's see how you fare against this." Unamused by Michael's retort, Valorix sneered.

With those words, he lunged at Michael, the halberd in his hand glowing with a potent energy. Mid-air, Valorix unleashed a beam of golden energy towards Michael.

Reacting instantly, Michael raised one hand, a black shield materializing from his wrist, absorbing the blow. The force of the energy pushed him several steps back, but he held his ground. "I always hated that damn shield." Valorix landed on his feet, a scowl on his face as he spat out. Then, as the plague maidens lunged at Michael, he cast the Ring of Flames once again, dark flames erupting to incinerate them. Amidst the chaos, Michael prompted the system to scan the plague maidens, seeking a way to annihilate them permanently.

[The system requires two hundred thousand badass points to discover a method to permanently eliminate the plague maidens. Do you wish to proceed?] the system asked him.

"Yes," Without a moment's hesitation, Michael agreed internally, ready to pay whatever cost necessary to get rid of these plague maidens.

After the system drained the two hundred thousand badass points, an unsettling silence followed. Michael felt a momentary surge of surprise but didn't lose his faith in the system. He knew it would come through for him; it always did.

Meanwhile, the battle with the plague maidens and Valorix intensified. The maidens, learning from their previous encounters, began to adapt to Michael's tactics. They leaped and teleported above his Ring of Flames, trying to outmaneuver the deadly barrier.

"Crafty little shits, aren't you?" Michael grunted, his focus split between the evasive maidens and the ever-aggressive Valorix. With a swift motion, he sent streams of dark flames from one hand towards the maidens, controlling the fire with precise manipulation to track their unpredictable movements.

Seizing the opportunity, Valorix charged at Michael, his halberd aimed with lethal precision. "You're spread too thin, Ghost! Can't keep this up forever!" he taunted, his weapon clashing against Michael's dark sword.

"Watch me, you arrogant prick," Michael retorted, parrying Valorix's attacks with his sword while his other hand continued to unleash havoc with dark flames. The clang of metal against metal rang out as Michael managed to hold his ground against Valorix's relentless assault.

Amidst the chaos, Valorix laughed, seemingly enjoying the challenge. "You're full of surprises. But how long before you burn out?"

"Just shut the fuck up and fight," Michael snapped back as he was a whirlwind of darkness. Suddenly, as Michael deftly navigated the treacherous ballet of combat, the system's voice cut through the din of battle, offering him the solution he much needed.

[To permanently eliminate the plague maidens, the host must destroy the sources fueling their resurrection] the system informed.

[The system requires one million badass points to reveal the location of the source] it continued, presenting a solution wrapped in a hefty price.

Under normal circumstances, Michael might have readily agreed, despite the staggering cost. However, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he considered the situation. "An arrogant prick like Valorix would keep the source close to him, wouldn't he?" Michael mused inside. He knew Valorix too well by now—his ego wouldn't allow for any other arrangement.

Choosing to conserve his resources, Michael ignored the system's offer and refocused on Valorix, who was proving to be a relentless adversary. But Michael, fueled by insight and adrenaline, started to gain the upper hand.

"Hope you're enjoying the view from down there, Valorix, 'cause it's about to get a lot fucking worse," Michael taunted, his dark sword gleaming with an ominous light as he pressed his advantage.

With a series of calculated strikes, Michael unleashed a flurry of attacks. Each swing of his sword was aimed with precision, designed to exploit the smallest openings in Valorix's defense. He used his mastery over dark flames to augment his assaults, sending waves of fire cascading toward Valorix with every opening he found.

Valorix, caught off guard by Michael's sudden surge in aggression, found himself on the defensive. "You think you've won?" he snarled, parrying Michael's blows with increasing difficulty. "I've still got tricks up my sleeve."

Michael's laughter echoed through the hall, a sound filled with contempt and confidence. "Then stop fucking around and show me," he challenged, driving Valorix back with a powerful thrust that forced the god of thieves to retreat a few precarious steps.

As the battle raged on, Michael's prowess as the god of darkness became unmistakably clear. His fighting style was a masterful blend of agility and raw power, showcasing not just his superior combat skills but also his arrogance and confidence in his own abilities.

"You really thought you could keep up, Valorix? Please, you're like a damn child playing at war," Michael taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. With a fluid motion, he cast Silenes, the air around him shimmering as time seemed to bend to his will, slowing down everything but himself. This temporal distortion gave him a clear advantage, allowing him to land hits on Valorix with precision and speed that seemed impossible.

Struggling to keep pace,Valorix grunted in frustration as Michael's attacks landed with increased ferocity. "You're a fucking monster," he spat, trying to counterattack, but finding it difficult to land a hit through the slowed time.

Michael's laughter filled the throne hall, a dark, menacing sound. "Monster? You ain't seen nothing yet," he boasted, unleashing Windblast, a powerful gust of wind that knocked Valorix off his feet and sent him skidding across the floor.

As Valorix tried to regain his footing, Michael activated Eyes of Doom, his gaze turning deadly as dark beams shot out, targeting Valorix with unerring accuracy. The god of thieves barely managed to dodge, the beams scorching the stone where he had just stood.

Amidst the chaos, Michael continued to taunt Valorix, "I know there's something fuelling those plague maidens. What's the matter? Scared I'll find it?" His movements were deliberate, each step and leap designed not just to attack but to observe, reading the slightest twitch or flicker of Valorix's eyes for any sign of where the source might be hidden.

"Are you hiding it here, Valorix? Or maybe here?" Michael prodded, his attacks a cover for his true intent—to pinpoint the location of the power source. His acrobatic skills were on full display as he moved around the hall, a blur of dark energy and lethal intent.

Valorix was forced into a defensive posture and tried to mask his reactions, but Michael was relentless. "You can't hide it from me. Every hit, every move you make, just tells me more," Michael declared, his confidence unshakable.

"Think you've seen all my tricks, do you?" Valorix suddenly snickered, his voice laced with amusement and a hint of challenge. Without warning, he leaped away, giving the plague maidens free rein to swarm Michael from every conceivable angle, including from above.

Michael snickered in response, undaunted by the sudden onslaught. "Bring it on, " he muttered under his breath, swinging wildly, his every move calculated to fend off the relentless attackers. His dark sword sliced through the air, cutting down plague maidens with each pass, their ethereal bodies dissipating into dust only to reform and attack again.

In the midst of the chaos, Michael's sword suddenly vanished from his grasp. Before he could react, the weapon reappeared in Valorix's hand. "Did you really think the title 'god of thieves' was just for show?" Valorix taunted, a snicker accompanying his words as he swung Michael's dark sword with a skilled flourish.

Caught off guard by the theft of his weapon, Michael was vulnerable. The plague maidens seized the opportunity, landing a series of hits. One of them, stronger than the others, grabbed Michael by his arms and legs, lifting him high before hurling him against the wall with tremendous force.

Michael hit the wall hard, the impact forcing the air from his lungs and drawing blood. He spat the blood out and slowly rose to his feet, cracking his neck as he reassessed the situation. "Alright, you wanna play rough? Let's play rough," he growled as his eyes turned darker.

With his sword now in Valorix's possession, Michael resorted to his spells. He extended his hands, celestial energy gathering at his fingertips before he unleashed a barrage of dark lightning bolts, each one aimed with precision at the plague maidens. The bolts tore through them, causing them to dissipate faster than they could reform, but they were relentless.

Amused by Michael's resilience, Valorix continued to wield the stolen dark sword, taunting Michael with every move. "Not so easy without your favorite toy, is it?" he mocked.

But Michael was laser focused, summoning the dark flames and sending a wave of flames surging towards the plague maidens.

"Come on, Valorix! Is that all you've got? Stealing swords and hiding behind your minions?" Michael taunted back, his voice booming through the hall as he prepared for another assault. "Once I find what's keeping these damn maidens coming back, it's game over for you." Michael declared once more.

With renewed vigor, Michael began to move with incredible speed, darting around the castle, his movements a blur. "Where are you hiding it, huh, Valorix?" he taunted, his voice laced with amusement as he watched Valorix closely, searching for any sign of the source's location.

"You think I'd just tell you? Dream on." Valorix, stubbornly refusing to give anything away, retorted. But as Michael moved to the far east corner of the throne hall, there was a noticeable pause and a flicker of unease in Valorix's eyes—a tell Michael was quick to pick up on.

"Is this where you're hiding your precious source?" Michael snickered, his fist enveloped in dark flames as he struck the wall. When he cast the Ring of Flames spell, the area around him flickered, revealing the presence of an illusion.

"So you found it. But good luck getting through that illusion," he sneered. "It was crafted by Lathander, the god of mischief himself. You're not getting through it that easily."

Despite Michael finding the source, Valorix was confident that he wouldn't be able to break the illusion. The reason for that being it was created by Lathander who was known for his illusions among the gods. However, Valorix had no idea about the system which could break any illusions regardless of who created them

"You have no fucking idea what I'm capable of." Michael shot back with confidence, "

Without missing a beat, he inwardly commanded the system, "Destroy the illusion."

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