A man was lying on his back, profusely panting. Black fog like substance emerging from his body as an agonizing expression was present on his rejuvenated face.
*Huff Huff* "Why the hell is it so painful?." The figure asked with difficulty.
[Reconstruction of a body is not painless]
[Even more when the physique has to accommodate Host's current stats]
[Host has to endure the process]
The System dutifully replied as a body was undergoing an excruciating physical change. Feeble muscle mass exponentially grew, senses sharply increased and irregular breathing slowly stabilized.
"Open the profile panel," asked Blake, trying to distract himself a little from the excruciating pain he was feeling.
[Affirmative]
Then above his head, he was welcomed by a multicolored black panel encircled by a crimson hue.
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- Gaze: Gaze at the truth of the world
(1/10)
(The more difference in power, the less information Host receives)
- Shape-shifting: past beyond pretense, you become (1/10
- Advanced hand-to-hands combat (2/10)
- Persistant: For the price of your other stats, temporarily gain a significant boost in one other (1/10)
(Host can choose which stats will receive the conversion and by how much)
- Chaotic Serenity: Your existence is attuned to chaos, you embraced it and receive some of its blessings.
(Active: Blessed pandemonium: Your mind is protected by chaos, the prying fools shall look upon madness
- Anarchic existence: Now a living aberration, your being is capable of harmonizing the most conflicting of concepts)
Evaluation: A Reborn human with infinite potential. No more goblins shall be a threat to him.
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Blake looked at the floating stats in front of him, pondering, reading and rereading. Then, he closed his eyes.
Heart thumped and a smile blossomed...
An unknown amount of time passed and Blake opened his eyes, deep blue pupils welcomed the world. He slowly got up from the dirty floor and observed his surroundings, unnoticed details were now as flagrant as the sun in bright daylight. He felt infinite strength in his broad shoulders and boundless power in his every moves.
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He heard a noise and quickly turned around to find a rodent ravenously gnawing at a half eaten sandwich. Focusing his gaze on the small animal, he said.
"
Unaware of his new statut as a lab rat, the rodent happily continued his banquet.
Then before Blake's gaze, rows of information appeared next to the rat.
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- flair
- disease holder
Description: A rat eating a sandwich
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He then looked at the sandwich being eaten and repeated.
"
Again, another panel appeared.
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Description: A sandwich getting eaten by a rat
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Excited by the skill, Blake tried it on myriad of objects in the dark alley, getting a few laughs in between as he 'gazed' at strange articles. However he had to stop when he felt reserves he didn't have before getting slowly drained.
"Is that magic?"
An enthusiastic Blake asked.
[...]
[Affirmative]
[Host unlocked mana once he obtained his evolved skills, which require magic to utilize]
A system dutifully explained.
"Makes sense."
As Blake got a better understanding of his new abilities, he suddenly said.
"What about the new title, what does it do? I hope it has a better description than the first one, Blake squinted his eyes as he reminisced about old memories.
Suddenly, a virtual screen appeared before the man.
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Unholy Berserker: Baptized by the blood of ten thousand devils, a violent priest of death is born. Be rewarded for your slaughter for you are its avatar
- In a battle of more than a 100 opponents, get 0,001 points in all stats for each kill performed
- 10% more damages against demonic creatures
- For the price of your sanity +50 in all stats
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"Holy milk."
A curse escaped the man as he looked at empty air.
"That special quest wasn't so bad after all." A wide smile escaped Blake's mouth, already envisioning the possibilities this title will bring to him.
"Alright, let's begin our Ascension." A determined man proclaimed.
"In 1 month." Ending his sentence, he suddenly asked.
"Wait, System how long was the tort- I mean the procedure to reconstruct my body?" The homeless Blake worryingly asked.
[Reconstruction lasted 56 min]
The voice said, and the host felt shame.
"Oh ok, then let's start by stabilizing our current situation before coming back in a month."
Blake took a deep breath, and the fragrance of garbage invaded his newly evolved senses. Nauseated in heart and body, he thus began his Ascension by walking out of the alley.
However, as soon as he stepped out, various looks were sent at the man.
Some looked at him in pity, others in undisguised disgust but most wore surprised, startled faces.
'Ah right, I'm a hobo', he thought, looking at his shabby clothes. Ignoring the glances and unbothered by his current appearance, he walked the sidewalk, curiously looking at everything in wonder.
*Sigh* "If only I had more time to appreciate the view, but nooo the damn author had to start the story this early."
Tourist Blake rambled on as he walked through a dark avenue, dark figures eyed the man as he walked towards them.
'Let's start by making ourself presentable.'
In the distance, a group of 6 was discussing about the incoming Blake.
Dude, is he one of our clients?" A man asked.
"Nah man, you know we don't sell to people like 'em. They can't pay the sh*t."
Another person responded, perplexingly eying the homeless man.
"Guys, Is it me or... he look kinda beefy." An additional member stated, looking at Blake and his imposing stature.
"Whoever the fu*k he is, if he wants to start sh*t, we'll give the fu*ker a new hole.
The group shut their mouths as they looked at the one who talked, a man gently stroked a gun as he madly looked at Blake.
'This guy is creeping me out, why did the boss hire him.' Most people in the group had the same thought.
Finally arriving before the lively group, Blake 'gazed' at them. The next moment, a smile came out and he exclaimed.
"Strip off."
"..."
Bemusedly, they looked at Blake. They expected many things to happen but certainly not to be asked such thing.
"The fu*k you said?" The trigger happy man pulled out his gun, aiming at Blake.
"I said Strip.Off." The imposing man repeated, emphasizing his words.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
"..." The group of 5 men blankly looked at a homeless man getting shot. However what they saw next made them fearful and extremely terrified.
Two holes in Blake's fabric but blood did not pour out. Crushed bullets fell to the ground. Another one on Blake's forehead, stuck like paper on glue.
"W-who the hell are you!" Facing a situation he cannot comprehend, the armed gunman trembled in fear.
"You don't have to know who I am."
The man slowly spoke, his deep voice echoed and eyes menacingly gazed.
"All you need to know is that..."
He slowly grabbed the weapon, and squeezing, he broke metal and bones alike.
*Chuckle* "You are in danger."
A terrifying smile came out and bloodcurdling screams resounded in the dark night.
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