MOBA Game Apocalypse-Chapter 63: A Random Weapon Out of Nowhere

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: A Random Weapon Out of Nowhere
Old people. They were, perhaps even more so than the children, the most unfortunate demographic in the world with the Game.
The children, at the very least, would be helped by the adults due to their parental instincts during the Game. The old people? They are seen only as baggage and are usually the first to die.
The same could be said even outside the Game.
And right now, as a large humanoid snake threatened to kill and eat them, they knew no one would help them—the only thing they could do was surrender to their fate.
They still tried to escape, of course, their feet shuffling awkwardly. But one by one, they tripped and fell even with their canes.
The verdleck zeroed in on them, its maw opening wide.
But it was then that a shadow dashed forward, snatching a cane from one of them.
Who else could it be but the only one who would actually help in this situation?
Adam.
The old folks all watched as Adam rammed the cane into the monster’s mouth.
The cane splintered, but Adam didn’t despair. In fact, the jagged end was what he needed in the first place.
He quickly pulled the cane and then drove the sharp piece into the creature’s eye. The verdleck thrashed wildly, its roars echoing through the chaos.
"Run!" Adam yelled at the stunned seniors, who were shocked at first but scrambled to their feet and stumbled away... almost as if regaining their youth just for a moment.
Adam saw them running vigorously, his eyes twitching on their own from the sight.
I told you not to help them!
Well, it didn’t matter now.
Adam yanked the cane out, stepping to the side as the creature flailed its arms. He had to be careful here; fighting with reckless abandon wasn’t an option. Any injury that healed too quickly could draw unwanted attention. His eyes darted to the diner windows where faces were pressed against the glass, or more specifically, at the phones they were waving.
Now, you’re wary? Stupid. And don’t tell me to shut up, I’m you. You!
"Ha..." Adam leaped several steps back, watching as the verdlecks hiss and follow him while still flailing its arms.
He then glanced at his broken cane, gripping it tighter as he remembered something.
Sylvie, the Duelist of Rose.
This cane...
It reminded him of her weapon. And with a small smirk creeping onto his face, he tried to mimic her stance, planting his feet firmly, and then thrusting forward as she did with her rapier.
But of course, his movements were clumsy, and he completely missed the verdlecks rushing at him. He nearly even took a swipe from the verdleck’s sharp claws.
What do you think this is, Adam? You think you’re some sort of battle genius?
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath. This wasn’t going to work.
Switching tactics, Adam returned to his senses and used his smaller frame to his advantage. He darted around the beast and leapt onto its back. With both hands gripping the cane, he drove it into its other eye and twisted it hard. The creature bucked and screamed, but Adam held on tight, grinding the sharp wood deeper until he felt the creature pause.
The verdleck finally collapsed with a heavy thud, twitching one last time before going still.
"Ha..." Adam pulled out the cane, causing the verdleck’s brain matter to ooze out from its eyes. He barely had a moment to catch his breath, however, when he noticed something—the other verdlecks who were
exploring
and terrorizing different parts of the street?
They were all now looking at him.
And then, with a hiss and a roar, all of the verdlecks rushed toward him.
"Great," he muttered. "Just great."
Eight. There were eight of them.
Adam’s throat tightened. Not from fear, he’d fought worse inside the Leak where these things came from. His throat tightened because he knew what would happen if he slipped.
A limb regrowing in the middle of the street with the phones pointed at him would be... trouble. Of course, the verdlecks didn’t know this, nor did they care.
They charged in a wave, hissing, tails snapping like whips.
Move!
Adam dashed to the side just as the first verdleck lunged, its fanged mouth taking a chunk out of the pavement where he’d stood. Yes. It shaved out a part of the pavement.
There was another thing Adam had learned about the Leaks. The environment inside, the trees, the very ground itself, was several folds sturdier than the outside world.
Perhaps it was to accommodate the stronger beings that rested inside.
This is not the time to think about that!
Another dove in from his blind spot—he ducked, felt the wind of its claws skim his scalp, and rolled beneath its legs. His smaller frame made him harder to pin down, but it also meant every close call felt... just
too
close.
Well
, better than being hit—like the next attack.
One of them caught him with its tail, slamming him into a motorcycle.
"Hee..." Adam wheezed, forcing himself to exhale slowly as his ribs cracked as each individual bone ground against his flesh while they healed.
The verdlecks didn’t allow him to rest; two of them pouncing at him.
"Fuck!" Adam rolled back over the motorcycle, lifting it upright as soon as he was on the other side, and then kicking it forward. The first verdleck smashed into it and toppled. The second leapt over the mess—only for Adam to ram the broken cane into its open mouth, using its own momentum to drive the wood deep into its throat.
It gurgled and then collapsed. He then rushed at the one that was hit by the motorcycle, and then lifted the bike up and fed the back tire into the monster’s mouth... before turning the engine on and giving the throttle a twist.
The sight was... ugly.
Six left.
One lunged low at him. A mistake, as Adam let go of the motorcycle and let it hit the humanoid snake head-on. Adam knew it wouldn’t die with just that, and rushed toward it—grabbing the motorcycle once again, and this time smashed it several times on the monster’s head.
It writhed, shrieked, and then no more.
"Five..." he whispered.
The others circled him now, more cautious, their forked tongues seemingly tasting him through the air.
One of the five finally snapped. It lunged, faster than the others, faster than Adam expected.
"Wha—"
—but a blur of metal slammed into it first.
A car plowed straight through the verdleck, scooping it off its feet and dragging it several meters before smashing into a lamppost. The front crumpled. Steam hissed from under the hood.
Adam blinked, dazed.
What—?
The driver’s window rolled down, and from the sound it made, it needed a little bit of oil.
"Lord Adam!" a familiar voice shouted.
"You...?"
It was the pastor from earlier.
"Catch!"
He threw something through the air, and Adam instinctively caught it. He looked at it confused at first, but as soon as he noticed what it was, a sigh of relief escaped him.
Finally.
It was a katana.
The verdleck the pastor had flattened twitched, it tried to push the car away—but Adam didn’t let it.
He dashed forward and stood at the hood, and then with one clean swing, severed its head from its shoulders.
"Four left," he whispered.
Oh, Adam. Don’t tell me you’re starting to enjoy this?
He wasn’t the only one. The people at the diner were all excitedly looking and watching him—their phones, focused solely on him. Unfortunately for Adam, even with the town as rural as it is, they all have access to social media.
...and people were flooding their live stream.
<Yo, is that guy
a vet?!
>
<HOLY—did he just decapitate that thing?!>
<This dude’s built DIFFERENT!>
<Is this anime?>
<Wait a minute... doesn’t he look familiar to you guys?>