Chapter 127 Overkill

Words : 1314 Updated : Sep 17th, 2025

> GhostReaper99: "WHAT THE ACTUAL FCK WAS THAT?! When did Elder Genes add that move??"* HexOverlord: "That wasn't a normal teleport. That was something else. What did I just witness??" DracoByte: "I play a speed build and I KNOW teleportation doesn't work like that. Who is this Shadow Oracle?!" NoScopeKing: "Bro that Ronin dude is Top 500 in Duel Rankings and got DELETED in a single move. Nah, something's up." --- As the fight clip spread across gaming servers, Creddit, and even Wipperr, all of these being social media platforms, more theories started popping up. Some called Shadow Oracle a "veteran smurfing as a noob." Others were convinced he was hacking. But one thing everyone agreed on— Elder Genes avatars were NOT supposed to move like that. Even with the critics claiming it had the best graphics in a century, mimicking almost any real life movement. Still... --- > NeonNexus: "Can anyone tell me when the fck that move he just used was even introduced to the game?? Where's the patch notes??"* DigitalSaint: "I swear to god, I main Shadow class and I've NEVER seen this sht in the skill tree."* GlitchFiend: "Nah man, report button is right there. This gotta be an exploit." Multiple users spammed the match link directly to the Parent Company of Elder Genes, reporting a suspected hacker. The forum mods, completely overwhelmed, had no choice but to sticky the thread and open a dedicated investigation.@@@@ > [Admin Response]: "We're currently reviewing this match. Please refrain from spamming reports until we verify if this is a legitimate in-game mechanic or a breach of TOS." But it was too late. Millions of eyes were locked onto the name— Shadow Oracle. And everyone wanted to know exactly who he was. Kelvin sat in his containment pod, wide-eyed, jaw slightly slack. His fingers twitched over his virtual HUD, instinctively trying to analyze what he had just witnessed. 'What the actual heck?!' His nerd brain was running a million calculations per second, but none of them made sense. The game wasn't supposed to allow that. Noah—Shadow Oracle—had just deleted Ronin. Pixelated him in a single, clean hit. Without much difficulty. Without breaking a sweat. The whole thing wasn't adding up. His mind scrambled for answers. First Match. Zero wins. Zero losses. No official tournament records. No past ranked placements. Yet, he moved like a goddamn monster. Even Ronin, a Top 500 Duelist, had been playing cautiously, testing the waters. And Noah? He played him like a damn fiddle. Kelvin's eyes flickered to the side. ViralPsycho was motionless in his own containment pod, staring at the battle feed like he had just watched a horror movie in real-time. Kelvin could see the exact moment his opponent's confidence shattered. This wasn't some regular player. No, Noah was clearly aware of what he was doing. This wasn't a newbie learning the ropes. And he had no idea that ViralPsycho had already sent this match link to the Elder Genes community. Meaning the entire gaming world was watching this unfold. A chill ran down Kelvin's spine. 'Noah... Who the hell are you?' A loud BZZZT! echoed through the arena, followed by a sharp mechanical voice: [Elimination Confirmed. Contestant: Ronin] The entire battlefield flickered for a moment, as if even the system itself had to process what had just happened. Then, with a hydraulic hiss, ViralPsycho's containment pod unlocked. The player stepped out slowly, his movements far more controlled than before. Something about him felt different now. Noah's sharp eyes locked onto him, reading every twitch of his fingers, every micro-adjustment in his stance. 'He's not taking me lightly anymore.' For a brief moment, though, Noah wasn't even thinking about his opponent. His mind was still processing what he had just done. Null Strike worked exactly like it did in real life. A single punch. A single touch. Complete deletion. It erased everything within its range. Gone. And the wildest part? It had only cost 5 Void Energy. 'That's impossible...' Normally, Null Strike was ridiculously energy-consuming. If he had tried to pull that off in real life, he would've burned through 100 Void Energy in a single hit. But here? Five. A 5% cost reduction for an ability that could annihilate anything it touched. That was insane. 'This game... My system really did hack it, huh?' Noah clenched his fists, feeling the thrill crawl up his spine. This wasn't just a game anymore. It was a virtual battlefield where his real-life abilities worked like a cheat code. He exhaled slowly, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. 'Alright, then. Let's see what this last guy can do.' ViralPsycho cracked his knuckles, electricity flickering between his fingers. His eerie plague doctor mask tilted slightly, as if analyzing Noah through its dark lenses. Then, without warning— He dashed forward. With ViralPsycho approaching, Noah smirked. His system had basically hacked Elder Genes, right? It had synced his real-life powers into the game, rewriting its very code to bend to his will. 'Meaning... all my Void abilities should work here.' Noah darted forward. ViralPsycho readied himself, raising his fists, expecting a straight sword attack— But Noah wasn't predictable. He dropped low, his foot sweeping out in a brutal leg kick. ViralPsycho stumbled to the side, but Noah was already twisting, his elbow cracking against ViralPsycho's ribs before flipping backward to dodge the counterattack. A glitched fist swiped at Noah's face, but he saw it coming. He sidestepped— then followed it with a swing of his left hand, gut punch, it was a clean hit. ViralPsycho grunted, skidding back. His body glitched briefly, stabilizing again. Noah didn't stop. He pursued, dropping his shoulder and ramming ViralPsycho backward before bringing his knee up into his opponent's chest. -10 HP Noah's foot planted firm—he pivoted. Roundhouse kick. ViralPsycho barely dodged. Noah smirked. 'Almost time.' The Eclipse Blade hummed violently. Noah went for the finish with Void Edge activated. Noah vanished—a last-second Void Blink closing the distance instantly. SLASH! The Eclipse Blade tore through ViralPsycho's defense. A pixelated tear spread across his avatar's form. For a moment, nothing happened. Then— BOOM. ViralPsycho's HP dropped. -45 HP His body staggered back, glitching violently. Noah took a deep breath, grinning. 'Overkill? Yeah. But I wanted to make a point.' ViralPsycho's fingers twitched. What... was that?! Noah turned away, making the Eclipse blade shift back into his Void storage. There was no need to continue. ViralPsycho staggered, his hands trembling as he looked down at himself. Something was wrong. A black energy began to spread around his body, acting like an acid, corroding his avatar's body in real time. [Entropy Touch] This was Noah's parting gift. His HP ticked down. 9... 8... ViralPsycho's breath hitched. He wasn't moving. His avatar's body flickered, distorting. 7... Noah walked forward, indifferent, his gaze locked on the exit portal forming ahead. 6... ViralPsycho clenched his teeth. No way. 'That wasn't a normal skill.' His fingers twitched as he tried to move—but his limbs weren't responding. 5... Noah barely glanced over his shoulder. 'It's over.' 4... Kelvin stood frozen in place even when his containment pod opened, watching ViralPsycho's form slowly fade. 'What the hell is this?!' 3... Millions of players watched, their screens flooded with messages. 2... The entire battlefield was silent. 1... ELIMINATED. A loud chime rang. [Match Over!] [Winners: Shadow Oracle & Dr_Havoc!] The game's announcement boomed across the arena. ViralPsycho's avatar pixelated completely. His screen flashed red. DEFEAT. Noah stopped at the edge of the arena, letting out a slow breath. 'That was... interesting.' He smirked. He really was going to enjoy this game.

Chapter 127 Overkill

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