CHAPTER 13.

[Server of Chaos. Lvl. ???]

The fuck is a Server of Chaos anyway? Amber gritted her teeth as she dodged another explosion. She watched as the gigantic red being pointed its clawed finger at her, it had the face of a goat and it seemed fucking pissed.

“You are only delaying your demise, humannn,” it growled.

She would’ve thought that a demon in this world would’ve looked completely different, but instead it reminded her of Baphomet. However, in comparison to what she remembered from images, the demon was bulging with muscles all over its body. Its skin was red, but she couldn’t tell that much due to the poor lightning⁠— an explosion ripped near her.

Amber knew she couldn’t keep on running, but that was what she was doing⁠— and sure it was successful so far, but the fucking thing wasn’t going to kill itself. She glared at it and quickly noticed it was bleeding from the missing half of its body, and yet⁠— it didn’t give a shit! The demon, even missing its legs, was over two meters long, it was ridiculous.

She stared at the monster and saw it point its finger, causing another explosion.

“Is magic all you can do? You’re going to bleed out at this rate.”

Amber had long removed the arrows lining her body, only keeping the most recent one inside of her in case the demon decided to stop attacking her or something.

A chuckle came in response, one filled with anger. “Your kind does not know of the true arcane. Do not worry, your death shall be painful.”

She frowned but said nothing as another explosion missed her, however this time it was much closer.

“You are becoming predictable, lowly one.”

Amber scowled, she wanted to kill the monster and for that she had to use her strongest attack. It didn’t seem to be regenerating its missing lower half, so she figured any damage she did would be worthwhile. However, she also wanted to damage it as much as she could first. She felt nervous, the events that had transpired had ground her back to reality.

It’s just a normal demon, you already met a Primordial Spirit, a god. Her eyes narrowed and she rushed towards the demon as another explosion took place.

The demon’s eyes squinted with evident joy. “Oho?”

And she used Cursed Stomp, the ground broke apart as the attack reached the demon and a moment later the demon’s eyes went wide, the magic disappearing from his fingertip. Amber dashed forward, she immediately reached the demon that seemed to already be recovering from her skill.

“You…” he bellowed and purple began to shine upon Amber but it was already too late as she arrived, swinging the sword upon its massive hand with a Heavy Swing empowered slice.

The sword cleaved halfway into its bone before it stopped, and cuts began to appear around its arm as the demon let out a sound of anger and punched her with its other hand. Amber held onto her sword as she felt her bones crack and the sword be forcefully dislodged from the demon. Another screech resounded along with it.

She dully hit the wall, managing to move out of the way as the fist of the demon struck where she had just been. A shock rippled through the barrier as the demon charged forward with its arms.

“You seem like a proud warrior, how humiliating will it be to die at the hands of a mage in close combat?” the demon asked.

“Very,” Amber agreed.

She didn’t actually give a shit, but it made it considerably easier to attack it so she immediately let the demon rush at her and try to slam its palm upon her as if killing a fly. Amber dashed to the side and slashed with her sword. Immediately cleaving two and a half fingers from the demon as it let out a pained angry groan.

“Insect!” The demon tried to slam her but she dodged.

Amber tried to rush but paused when she saw it had raised its other hand into the air, all five fingers facing the ceiling.

Of course it took some damage and now it just wants to kill me, Amber would’ve rolled her eyes if the situation had been different. But instead, she prepared herself. She couldn’t be reckless. Not here. Not now.

“Die, Ripper Sword!”

She dashed twice using mana in the process and a gigantic sword cleaved down from the ceiling. Part of the dungeon was carved out as it fell, narrowly missing the barrier as it rent deep into the ground. Sunlight shone into the room as Amber’s heart skipped a beat. The sword had been easily six meters long, and the demon turned to her, raising his hand into the air again.

Again?!

She immediately dashed towards the demon, using her mana to reach it sooner. She didn’t know what else she had to do, other than to use her trump-card. It almost felt like trying to fell an indestructible being that was almost too stupid to kill her, but at the same time it would eventually do it.

“So you are running to your demise?”

The demon is not healing. It was time for her to use her Curse Battery, and she knew that. Part of her felt incredibly nervous as her heart drummed but she still rushed as the purple light gathered above the demon’s palm.

“Soul Ripper⁠—”

And Amber dashed again, touching the hand it was using to support itself.

Hopefully it’ll get injured enough to the point I can kill it after.

“Battery,” she said, gritting her teeth.

And a moment later, hundreds of cuts exploded all across the demon as the being screeched. Pure agony and anger in his voice. The sword was brought down but she moved out of the way as it tore another large gash into the room. Amber, however, wasn’t done attacking hearing the demon still being torn by the Curse of Laceration.

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There is only one thing I can do now⁠—

She twirled her dagger and dashed behind the monster with a burst of mana. The demon was still being cut for some reason, but she didn’t care as she stuffed the dagger into his innards, stabbing it as deeply as she could. Considering the nature of the Curse of Laceration she figured it was her best move.

“HUMAN!”

The demon screamed. Mana gathered around it and Amber gathered herself to block but instead the demon disappeared.

Teleportation?

It reappeared on the other side of the room as Amber turned to look at him. He was staring right at her, however Amber saw something else. In the place of the demon, where it had once been standing was a purple orb in its stead. Fuck⁠— she dashed and a purple explosion engulfed her shaking the entire room.

Amber felt her body be ripped apart as she crashed against the wall from her side. The air was pushed out of her lungs, as she started to cough blood. Her vision was blurry as she heard the demon screaming, explosions going off in the room at random.

What happened…?

She felt so disoriented and lost, the pain was so bad that all she could do was groan. Her body felt so tired, so… exhausted. She saw the blood pooling, she saw her sword a meter or two away and she instinctually realized that Recovery of Curses was no longer active. Poison was now beginning to spread through her body from the arrow that was still embedded in her.

Fuck… She groaned trying to reach for the sword, but to no avail. Her body was enhanced by Cursed Momentum, but she could feel herself dying. She knew what her skills were, she knew her own limits, and she could sense that death was fast approaching. Her tired and slowed mind raced for answers.

She couldn’t die here, not yet. Not before returning to her world, not before meeting Ax’thra again, not before finding more fulfillment and pushing her true limits. She knew this wasn’t it, not even close, she knew she could do so much more. She was a Cursed Berserker, she had fought for more than a day straight! This couldn’t be it.

Amber felt like tearing up as her bloodied hand was unable to drag her forward, but a moment later, she remembered something.

He nodded before reaching for his back-pocket. “Have these.”

“Here take these, you’ll need them,” Liz said.

Potions… Amber groaned reaching for her backpocket, at first she felt shards but soon found something solid to grasp on to. Taking it out, she saw a cracked potion, one she uncorked with her teeth and drank immediately. The effect was almost instant as she felt her head clear.

Again.

She fondled with her pocket, she knew of the warnings Thieney had given her, but she didn’t care. Like I said, if it comes between dying or being bed-ridden for a while, I’ll choose the latter! A second later she found another potion, and with greater speed she uncorked it and drank it. Once more the relief came, no trace of the so-called poison.

Amber tried to crawl but she still couldn’t quite move, she had to hurry⁠—

“Touched by a Primordial Spirit!” the demon screamed. More explosions going through the room. “You⁠—” it groaned in pain. “Bitch!”

Amber found purchase in another potion, this one looked even more intact than the other ones. She had no idea how many there were left but she didn’t care as she drank it⁠— and it hit her like a sledgehammer. Amber screamed in pain, it felt as if all her limbs were being torn apart at the same time⁠— and it vanished. The poison ⁠— the curse being stored into her skill. Another wave of relief came as she with more strength than ever, lunged to her sword. Grabbing it.

More relief came as she shakily stood up, she could feel her insides re-arranging, the pain kept her teeth clenched, but she knew that this was bad. She stared at the demon, her eyes resolute, it seemed to be reaching for its lower body grabbing its insides as his mana seemed to go wild. Cuts were appearing all over its body by the second.

I don’t have time. Amber immediately reached for her pouch and found two more potions, luckily only one had broken it seemed. She uncorked both with her teeth and drank them before tossing the vials away, their shrill cry but a backdrop to what was going on in the room. For some odd reason, Curse Battery seemed to store the entirety of the health potion’s curse, and the two had almost completely refilled the skill.

Amber could feel her muscles restoring and some of her bones shifting into place, but she felt good enough to run.

She rushed towards the demon who finally pulled out the dagger from his inner body. The monster was all bloodied, its goat face mangled as it spoke with a tired and blood-lust filled tone.

“It is time for your death, that skill stores curses. Now, I will show you what a true curse is.”

Amber smiled, not daring to risk it⁠. She raised her foot and stomped. The demon’s eyes paused and she immediately dashed towards it. And just when she was about to reach it, the being smiled.

“Fool.”

And he swatted her with its massive arm. Amber screamed but clung onto it as she couldn’t help but reply.

“You’re the fool.” She grinned. “Battery.”

Her skill immediately went off, two measly cuts appeared on its arm as the demon laughed. Amber crashed against the wall, this time she managed to hold onto her sword tightly as she felt herself slowly heal. Some bones were broken. Meanwhile the demon was still gloating. Laughing over its victory, Amber for a moment wondered if her plan had fallen apart, but a moment later the demon began to cough.

“What did you⁠—” it coughed, “do?!”

She smiled, as she watched the demon essentially be paralyzed. She didn’t understand before the nature of the curse that had tried to affect her, but now she sort of understood it. And it truly was something that would leave someone bed-ridden given it felt as if your limbs were torn apart. She hurried to stand up, dragging her mangled body towards the demon who could only look at her as she approached.

It unleashed grunts of anger, and wisps of purple mana but otherwise it couldn’t do anything but stare at her with its beady eyes.

“Oh lowly demon, you dare insult me?” Amber grinned. “Lowly intruder from another realm who dares to challenge me, a friend of the Primordial Spirit Ax’thra?”

The demon’s eyes grew wide hearing the Primordial Spirit’s name but it didn’t matter now. She reached the demon and raised her sword.

“You should know your place.”

And she swung with Heavy Swing upon its head. The demon squirmed in pain. Of course, Amber knew she wasn’t going to be killing it from a single swing, and she was glad because she was quite pissed.

“You could’ve killed me and yet you looked down on me and used weak and useless attacks!”

She used Heavy Swing, hitting its skull again as the demon let out another grunt.

“You called me a bitch and kept on threatening me.”

She swung again, using her skill once more as the sword embedded into bone. This time getting a cry from the demon.

“You almost killed me fucker,” she hissed. “And now I’ll make you pay the damn price.”

She met the eyes of the demon who almost seemed to hold terror for her now. But she didn’t care. To some extent the demon was partly responsible for the death of the human, if the Summoner didn’t have to bring him to this realm it wouldn’t have happened, but it did⁠—

“I was just doing what was right!” Amber screamed, swinging down. Deep down she felt frustrated at killing another human. “Now, I’ve taken a responsibility that I did not wish to bear, so fucking die for me demon. Give me your damn fucking levels and be my fuel to grow.”

She stabbed onto the monster’s head again.

“Just fucking die!”

She kept doing it again and again and again⁠— like a woodpecker she didn’t give up even after she heard a crack. At some point the demon began to scream and beg but she didn’t care. She kept going until she reached the insides of his head and kept going until finally a notification rang clear for her ears to hear.

[You have defeated a [Server of Chaos. (Adjusted Lvl. 82) Lvl. 102].]

Considerably less experience for defeating an already gravely injured enemy.

For defeating an enemy 30 levels above your own, you have received bonus experience!

It was already gravely injured? Amber hugged her sword tight and turned to look at the dilapidated room, at the dead man and all she could say was.

“I’m tired…”

She truly didn’t want to think about it now. He was trying to summon a demon to destroy the city, end of story. Finally she looked at her remaining notifications and almost skimmed through everything, however just before she passed out she saw something she didn’t expect to see.

What…?

Amber immediately tried to hold onto her consciousness but ended up passing out.

[Class Advancement is now Available!

You may now evolve your class.]