Chapter 4

Title:"You dare? Part 2"

As he got out of his console terminal and back to the real world he quickly felt something changed in his body.

Dreadlord Mal who was mocking him moments earlier felt a sudden change in his overall strength.

'Hmmm, his strength suddenly doubled? No it's much higher that that, what could he have done?' Mal pondered as he slowly but surely put his guard up.

Seeing the change on Arthas and the reaction of Mal, Sheila the personal maid of Arthas didn't know what to do. She was told that this ambush would be done quickly and easily, but from the looks of it now, her former master may put up quite a fight and this fight would surely alert the guards althoughout the palace. She was scared and could only hope that the Dreadlord will quickly defeat Arthas.

As Arthas opens his eyes the the surrounding temperature plummeted as if Malekith the great descended from the depths of the burning sea of flames.

"I-impossible!" exclaimed Mal feeling that Arthas's strength was increasing by unimaginable amounts as each second passes

Arthas seeing his reaction just smirked and started reading his current status on the corner of his eyes.

'Hmmm, I see so the bug is that it will increase all my declared stats as long as it's not equal to 0, this is quite dangerous as for I don't know if my body can handle it. Well I'll fix that later, I still have a pig to slaughter.' Arthas thought and made a mental note to fix the bug and terminate the program if he feels that his body would collapse and can't handle things anymore.

"Now uncle I guess I would get my revenge for my beloved mother quite early don't you think? fufu" Arthas said as his smirk turned to a full blown smile.

"Y-you're courting death!" shouted Mal.

"Am I?" rebutted Arthas.

As if everything slow downed, Arthas moved towards Mal for a superman punch, faster than anyone has seen before.This caught Mal by surprise as he didn't have time to properly defend himself and can only raise both of his arms to try and protect himself instinctively.His makeshift defense crumbled like a battered city walls on the punch of Arthas.

Arthas continued attacking Mal hitting his face everytime and delivering a devastating blow each time he lands a punch. Mal tried to parry one of the punch to buy himself enough time to make a space between him and Arthas and cast an augment-tyoe spell, but this proved to be unsuccessful, just as he tried to parry a punch, Arthas delivered a catastrophic blow on Mal's abdomen with a spartan kick sending him flying and hitting a fountain in the distance whilenalso destroying the said fountain.

Mal used this opportunity to make some space between him and Arthas.But as he was about to roll and do a sommersault an axe kick suddenly brought his face to the ground once more but this time it crushed his helmet and made him spurt the blood he was trying to contain, outside through his mouth.His face is now completely unrecognizable due to the amount of blood that covered it.His pale purplish colored skin now became gray due to the amount of blood he lost.His black eyes became bloodshot and his silver hair has now crimson stains spread all through it.

"Where do you think you're going you bastard!"

shouted Arthas.

'Tsk this bitch really dare to hurt his uncle, I would cripple him for this!' thought Mal in anger.

While his body was still in mid-air Arthas did a side kick with enough force to send him flying once again. He crashed on the nearby pillar and the part of the armor where Arthas kicked was pulverized.

Just as Arthas was about to follow his attack an indescribable pain and fatigue hit his body making him unable to move for a few tenths of a second.

'As I expected, my body is nowhere near the requirement to be able to fully capitalize this program of mine, but still I'm surprised I can still continue going on for a few mire seconds, that should be enough to finish his pig of an uncle.' thought Arthas.

Using the sudden stop of Arthas, Mal conjured an augment-type spell using what litte magic he can get in the air.

"Oh the great winds of magic let thee be merciful and grant my request, "Dark strengthening""Casted Mal.

This move proved to be a great one as he suddenly felt his strength is getting higher and his overall body condition slowly improving.But just as he was about to launch an attack of his own, a flaming punch hit his chest, cutting through his thick armor and flesh like a a flaming hot knife would do on a butter. This punch made a hole on his chest and you can see through the other side while looking at it while the sound of sizzling meat can be heard from it. This punch was naturally delivered by Arthas who used a technique he named "Burning Fist of the King".This technique conjures either the magical reserves of the caster or the magic in the wind to form a glove of burning hot flames that surrounds the caster's fist.Once punched the flames will then be transferred to the spot where it was hit and burn everything in the spit and it's surrounding. With the temperature of a little less than 6000C it melted Mal like a butter.

Mal died due to this attack and up to the last moments of his life he still doesn't believe that a mere juvenile elf killed him.

His body was slowly turning to charcoal due to the effects of the technique.After all that happened, Arthas turned to his traitorous maid who was frightened like crazy and asked.

"Now how do you want to die my little maid?"