I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 116: Arrogance (end)

For the young hero, it would feel like a gain if the same amount of enemies bashed in the room for the pure urge of battle. But his wishes were crushed through and through, as more than 100 shrimp have rushed in the lair.

Through and through, this is the biggest battle he had faced, quantity-wise at least. In a second he began thinking just how the hell did the situation accelerate enough to be in this battle. But he had a bit of struggle piecing the situation together and chose not to think about it.

Instead, the first thing he did was to charge towards the shrimps that proved faster compared to the rest of their group. About 5 of them were fast but not nearly as agile, so will little movements such as a tail swipe across the face: aided to briefly kill these enemies and consider it as something insignificant.

[Total system points = 413]

This gave an advantage in terms of striking fear against the masses. A seed of such emotion had definitely been planted in their subconscious but the numbers they had, illuminated a cumulative confidence that worked as a counter effect - ultimately leading Tim away from the battlefield for the sake of living.

"You're swimming away now huh? You will die here today! Hear that, flat-ass?" The king shouted from the top of his lungs as the situation was heavily pushed to his advantage now with all these guards lending a hand in battle.

And frankly, the situation felt heavily like so. It wasn't nearly easy to fight a platoon from the looks of it, while in actuality there were at least a few thousand more shrimp here. This situation wasn't working to his favour.

But there was one thing that worked as a great advantage and he was holding on it with his dear life. Distance! Yes. The ceiling is at least 30 feet away while the shrimp can't jump high enough to land damage, apart from the king of course.

Conversation would be like trying to push a wall at this point. Tim didn't plan it, but surely felt that anything he would say could most likely equal, to the king saying something arrogant enough to consume brain cells. That fact considered, he didn't bother to talk.

Instead he flapped those smooth, blue-dotted fins against the water and swam higher, this was the only solution that allowed the gift of thought.

Feeling a bit stripped out of options, he asked with a curled face. "System, any ideas at all?"

[Even a system that has gathered intelligence for 16 hundred years, can't dig you out of this trouble. Even someone as intelligent as I, can't help here.]

Feeling tad offended but also considering it realistic, he brushed the thought away and put that little brain of his into work - afterwards fixed his gaze back in the battlefield.

Within a few seconds he managed to observe a few key facts that were easy to notice. Half of the guards were guarding the king, the other half was trying to battle while most just shared a sense of fear in their eyes.

"Seems like the king is what they're all so stressed about, hmmm..." He figured it out and then swam closer towards the guards.

The closer he got, it managed to back the enemies away which gave a sense that these animals feel nothing more but a pack of hyenas when it comes to competition.

After taunting the guards for a few seconds, he took a sharp turn left and headed straight for the king, putting in all effort to build up maximum speed under 3 short meters.

The first thing he noticed under that quick blur of an attack, was a shrimp whom stretched 40 centimetres in length, jumping in the way and behaving like a body shield.

Unwilling to collide with this one because it would likely lead to disorientation, he took a quick and rough turn upwards. But that nice little tail worked hard enough to leave a long cut across below the shrimp's neck ~ it wasn't necessarily a kill, but that shrimp won't fight for a while.

After swimming up, he swam back down and regained pace of what was the main plan. The king became his main focus and they locked eyes as if this was a heated romance in an uninhabitable island.

But...

One pair of eyes carried confidence powered by rage while the other pair was swiftly submerging into fear. The entire platoon of shrimp here, proved as useless when it came to controlling the emotions of the 2 main figures here.

Crunch!

His powerful level 3 jaws sunk right through the king's forehead, which acted as a great base for the next attack!

He gained balance once grabbing a hold of the king, and used that balance to push the other lethal weapon forward into what was almost considered the banana formation!

The barb slashed all the way up the throat and this time he put in a lot more effort to pull it out again and then puncture on another spot around the throat.

While at the same time, his jaws kept taking bites off the forehead. It seemed a bit hilarious to see a species this small, pounce and prey on the king with such ferocity but the inflicted wounds were definitely not adorable.

[White-legged shrimp killed. 1 system points have been given to you as a reward.]

[Since this species is abnormally large, you also got 3 additional points.]

[Total system points = 417]

"That was easier than I thought." The little boy mumbled and then instantly dashed towards the higher grounds.

No one could reach him here and one fact stood evident. The shrimp had all started dashing towards the deceased king, one would think that they were concerned and sympathetic.

But right after he began hearing countless crunches, which allured more shrimp from the other side who likely weren't even guards. A good minute passed and once the large quantities of shrimp had left the area where the king's body resided, Tim was almost shocked to see how the entire body had vanished.

He didn't nearly understand what traditions this species has, but until now a lot of the aspects seemed beyond chaotic. These crazy marine animals had just devoured the king they respected and feared so dearly!

Most of the big guards had remained alive through the battlefield, thankfully they seem to understand the stingray language.

One of them approached Timmy and spoke with a tone that cracked in excitement, but also gestured a bit of a rush. "You've defeated our king. According to this community's tradition, you are king now!"

The little boy always saw himself as important but this surely tipped the bucket. With a mumble, he assured. "Would you look at that system, I found a way out of the disaster."