Life Of A Nobody - as a Villain

As Rio and his system were busy contemplating their decisions, a loud blast rang in the auction house where people had just started leaving their seats. Alarms started blaring in amber lights and all the doors closed, closing off the paths of escape for anyone.

Following the first blast which sent the crowd in a frenzy, 5 successive blasts echoed soon. Each more powerful than the last one.

A miasma of smoke and dust filled the circular auction building and screams and howling of pain and fear stricken members kept ringing nonstop.

Though loud on noise these blasts had only killed the few and far between normal guests and guards who were running here and there like herds of lost sheeps. The guests sitting in VIP rooms were all safe and sound as the protection measures blocked all the shockwaves and raging flames.

First wave of attacks from the zeroth squad was over. And when the crowd went nuts and lost control - the second stage started.

Anyone who breathed in the miasma fog outside, started losing their senses and control over their emotions.

People started fighting amongst themselves, taking out their weapons and trying to kill anyone they saw.

"It's the Wrath guild."

Someone shouted as they noticed the familiar methods of attack.

Wrath guild, an organization which believed that hatred and anger is the purest emotion in existence. Their world view is a twisted persona which just wants everyone to fight amongst themselves and kill each other.

If Warzy was something which created wars for profit, then Wrath was something which just made wars for the sake of killing.

It had just been active in recent dozen or so years but their names are already known throughout Arcadia with kill on sight order.

"What're the people from VIP rooms doing?"

"They didn't escape or something, did they?"

"Why isn't the Nishkal family taking action?"

"Where are the rankers or guards? What are they doing?"

"Hey, it's me. I'm your father. Why're you attacking me?"

Multiple shouts and sounds overlapped with each other as confusion and terror spread throughout this trapped building.

The Nishkal family, which was responsible for this auction house's safety and operations, were having a hard time too.

As through their code of operation in situations like these, they divided their teams in two major groups. One went to secure the teleportation gate and circles while the others went to escort the important guests and ensure the safety of VIP's.. Only a small remaining part of people were sent to control the situation in the halls below for normal people.

Some heroic people from VIP rooms did jump out to help and solve the crowd's angry warfare but the overall situation remained the same.

After all, when around five to eight hundred people start fighting and killing each other with no sense of planning or control, even the ones who went to stop them were having a hard time.

As anyone with one gram of brain power can guess, how can the main characters of any novel sit back in these situations?

Even if it is a fight where non-experienced students like them are counted amongst the weakest of the weak cannon fodder, but still, all these up and growing characters would jump out to save people or shine their public image without any hesitation.

"Hold on for 10 minutes. The poison's effects would be over by then." Rebecca shouted the known fact, as she made several water bubbles trying to trap anyone who came near her.

"Stop wasting mana like this, knock them out or break their limbs." Alfred said as he sent arcs of air slashes that cut the hands and feet of several people.

(Not chopping them, just leaving enough wounds to incapacitate them or making it harder so they couldn't stand or walk.)

Healing potions could heal these physical injuries later on. And the Nishkal family would pay for it. Not him anyway. So why worry.

And if anyone bled to death before help or healing potions arrived, well bad luck buddy. But don't blame the prince.

Fights kept happening like these everywhere, and even Rebecca had to say that maybe her method was useless and her brother's was best. But she was too soft to hurt innocents like that, so she just started thinking about other methods.

At this moment Saisha too came out and clenched her fists seeing all the bloody scene. She never liked violence and wars, especially those which were done for no right reasons.

She looked around and noticed Alfred, who seemed to ignore everything around him. Seeing his way of solving the problem she frowned and moved her hand upwards.

Alfred, who was fighting with some D rank awakeners and was about to incapacitate them, suddenly found vines growing out of nowhere and binding his feet.

"If you can't save someone, don't kill them." Saisha said once Alfred broke out of her grip.

"I'll bind them with my magic. You knock them out." She said looking at Rebecca, who nodded her head.

Next Saisha and Rebecca moved in sync as whenever they came across someone, Saisha used her vine magic to trap them, while Rebecca made small water bubbles around their head. The lack of oxygen soon knocked them unconscious, and then she moved to next.

Clanging of swords, flying arrows and casted spells kept moving from one place to another turning the entire scene into some terrific warzone.

In a control room where high security staff and members of Nishkal family were standing and looking at everything on the big screens.

"Help should arrive soon seeing that the auction is over but no one left the building. But we can't wait that long, many people are already dead." One of the men said.

"Are there any more members of Wrath or any other organization found?"

"How did they even get those explosives and poison bombs inside the building? Didn't the security check everything?"

"Maybe someone from the inside was mixed in too."

One by one discussions kept going on as no one could make any sense of this sudden situation.

Just when the scene looked out of control enough, next few reports from their underlings sounded on the microphones informing them about the outer situation.

"Sir, the teleportation gates at the east and north sides are destroyed. Those bastards from Wrath had spread their poison everywhere using the air and water supply system."

"The VIP's to be escorted started fighting amongst themselves and one of them self-destructed. Destroying the teleportation circles."

"South Side gate is blocked too as the first blast had destroyed the pathways and support pillars."

"Communication is down, master. We can't contact anyone outside." One of the men who went to the highest floor to check communication channels replied on the interphone.

"Wait _ I see something. It's blood." The man said as the sound of running steps and throwing stuff came from the other side. "It's some kind of pattern. Some symbols."

On the rooftop,

"Wait, I hear someone coming." The men said, and ran to hidebehind a table and peeked his head out slowly. "Hooded figures. A whole group of them. Their clothes, the symbol, it's evil _ ah-hhhhhhhh"

The man was saying something but his voice was cut off, when one of the hooded figures noticed him and raised his hand. His fingers turned into tentacles that pulled the man out from his hiding place, and stabbed his heart.

In seconds, his body started to shrivel, and all the vitality and blood of his started getting sucked dry.

Hearing the painful screams of the men from the other side, before there was only silence left. Everyone in the control room felt their hearts shaking and hairs rising in fear.

"It's not them, right?"

"It can't be."

"But the symbol that guy said, and the screams - it has to be."

"He even said their name. It's the followers from Evil's Scion." One of the men said, shaking in fear .

Hearing the fearful words and seeing the down morale of his group, the head of security, Rudius banged his hand on the table bringing everyone back to senses and shouted. "Shut up. Stop cowering like little girls. Whoever it is, we'll deal with them. We'll kill them and then we'll all go back to our homes."

"They're not some demons. When you slash their heads off, they'll die too. So get your shit together and stop spouting bullshit."

Though his raging aura and presence calmed some of them, but many still had expressions of fear on their faces.

"No need to get angry at them, Rudius. If it's really Evil's Scion, then it's not their fault." A man in a priest's uniform came out and said, his eyes were covered in a blind fold. "Their name alone strike fear in the hearts of everyone. It already shows they've come prepared."

As the blindfolded priest's words ended, he raised his hands in a praying formation and light covered the entire room. Calming the hearts of everyone, as the sound of burning flesh and bones rang out. A black miasma floated through the windows, the poison responsible for spreading fear and destabilizing the morale of those inhaling it. As the light spread everywhere, one of the guards figure started burning and his body started twisting and turning into a hideous creature.

"Fucking priests." The abonnymal man said with a smile as half of his face burned and showed his skeletal form.

He raised his hands and stabbed the two guards standing nearby who were too shocked to react to danger. A red smoke rose from their bodies and entered the twisted mouth of that monstrosity, healing him completely. "Better now." He said with a smile.

"I bid for your lives and they're sold to me now. Hehehaha" The man said and the whole room started shaking and walls started crumbling.

"Let the fun begin."