[Notice: Player cannot withstand the current energies within their body]
[It is highly recommended to purge external energy sources from the Player’s body.]
[Congratulations on Class Advancement!]
[Let us take a look at the achievements you have gained so far:]
* Forged in Fire (Common)
* Wild Crafter (Uncommon)
* Lightning’s Defiance (Epic)
* Flamebearer (Rare)
* Legion Slayer (Rare)
* Behemoth’s Bane (Legendary)
* Lone Conqueror (Epic)
* Sovereign Slayer (Epic)
* Pirate’s Graveyard (Rare)
* Aberrant Slayer (Epic)
* Divine Attention -> Divine Audience (Epic)
* Divine Emissary (Rare)
* Unlikely Blessing (Rare)
* Unholy Ascension (Epic)
* Heart of the Hunt (Rare)
* The Price of Sacrifice (Uncommon)
* Thief of the Depths (Rare)
* The Divine Kill (Legendary)
* NEW: Reaper’s Mark (Rare)
[Wow! Someone’s been busy.]
[(19) Achievements are part of your story, but unfortunately for you, your young soul can only hold 10 Achievements, but don't worry the rest will be turned into Achievement Points (APs) automatically for you!]
[Please select the achievements you want to engrave on your soul!]
[Notice: Allotted time for selection has been exhausted and no inputs have been selected!]
[The Highest-ranking Achievements will be engraved on your soul first!]
[Behemoth’s Bane:{Behemoth’s Wrath:} +5 Strength and Constitution.
Bonus: 15% Skill damage when attacking Behemoths.]
[The Divine Kill: {Celestial Hunter:} +4 Dexterity and Wisdom.]
Lightning’s Defiance: [Electric Resistance LV 1] Skill.
Lone Conquerer: {Solo Tactician:} +3 Strength or Intelligence.
Bonus +10% Attack when fighting alone.
Sovereign Slayer:{Unyielding Valor:} +4 Strength, Dexterity or Constitution.
Bonus +10% Sturdiness when fighting alone.
Aberrant Slayer:{Corruption’s End:} +4 Wisdom and Constitution. Bonus +10% Skill Damage towards Abberants. Bonus +20% Resistance to Poison, Disease, and mind-altering effects.
Divine Audience:{Divine Intelligence:} +2 Charisma and Intelligence.
Unholy Ascension: {Monsterous Might:} +4 Strength and Constitution. Skill: [Beast’s Fury LV MAX].
[Multiple Rare-Rank Achievements detected, Selecting highest bonus Achievements]
Legion Slayer: {Titan’s Legacy:} 4 to Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution.
Heart of the Hunt: {Hunter’s Blessing:} +3 Dexterity and Wisdom. Skill: [Tracking LV 1].
[You have obtained 40 AP for selecting; 2 Legendary Achievements (10 AP), 6 Epic Achievements (24 AP), and 2 Rare Achievements (6 AP)]
[You have obtained an additional 35 AP due to Achievements being converted; 1 Common Achievement(s) (1 AP), 2 Uncommon Achievements (4 AP), 6 Rare Achievements (30)]
[Your Achievements have engraved their stories’ strength upon you;
+20 Strength
+11 Dexterity
+17 Constitution
+2 Intelligence
+11 Wisdom
+2 Charisma
[Eletric Resistance LV 1]
[Beast’s Fury LV MAX
[Tracking LV 1]]
[Level MAX Nightmare -> Level 1 Stygian Dreadwing]
[Energy Flow Circuit begins to absorb excess energy]
[Excess Energy Amount: 338%]
[Notice: Delayed Absorption of
[Elite Monster Core State: Rank 1, Low Rank {0.0%}, Inert Affinities]
[Elite Monster Core has begun to fill with Magic]
[Notice: Increase in state: {0.0%} -> {1%}]
[Excess Energy Amount: 338% -> 337%]
[Notice: Increase in state: {1%} -> {2%}]
[Notice: Increase in state: {2%} -> {3%}]
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[Notice: Perspective Shift; Avarië of Chien (LV 73)]
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Obsidian black scales with a deep red within the glossy surface that mimicked bloodshot eyes when the light properly reflected; The new lanky figure of the nightmare creature was that of an ancient dragon, scaled down to the size of a Goliath Man, if not extremely skinny. Avarië ran a hand overtop the child’s chest, inspecting the glowing red scale embossed in the center of its chest, she held a hand to the neck of the creature, trying to get a pulse.
“You idiot…” she said quietly, unable to properly feel a pulse against the hard scaly carapace.
She slowly lifted the draconic humanoid over her shoulder and slowly turned invisible under the dungeon’s moonlight.
“What, are you going to take him with you?” A voice snickered from what little shadow she had
“No…” she said, jumping across mountaintops, “just getting him closer to where he plans to go.”
“Since when were you so sweet to guys?”
“He isn’t a guy- he’s only 17, he’s just a kid.”
“Since when were you soft on anyone?”
“Damnit… Shut up, he’s a child!”
“You’re so easy to mess with when you’re emotional Captain.”
Avarië scowled and moved Sebas in her arms, carrying him bridal style as she ran across the grasslands.
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[Notice: Perspective Shift; Echo (LV 9)]
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Sitting outdoors and looking up at the giant tree with orange and golden leaves far inland that dwarfed the horizon of the northeast, Echo lay across the grass, previously offering her services to her urchin compatriots but ultimately unable to assist in their endeavors of construction and begun to practice reading by studying.
Her bag jostled and she laid a hand on it, letting the dungeon slug within wriggle out and misbehave. She grinned at the strange amorphous creature and watched as it moved its strange eight formless stumps to start slowly galloping toward Lydda, a very tall girl for ten years old, sporting an equally strange [Carpentry] Skill. Echo smiled at the small blob and guffawed loudly as she heard Lydda scream shrilly when the small dungeon slug clung to her leg.
“ECHO GET YOUR THING!” Lydda screamed at her leader, dropping the plank she held, nearly squishing the small white slug as it scurried back through the grass to Echo.
“Oh be nice to Noodle, he loves you!”
“He loves tormenting me!”
“What even is he?” Osric, A young Demonkin asked, peeking out from where he was splitting logs.
“He’s a dungeon slug!”
“Dungeon… Slug?” Osric asked, lifting a bundle of four raw planks of wood with a grunt as he stood up, and placed them near Lynna.
“They apparently can turn into dungeons!” Echo said excitedly, gesturing with her book before dropping it in the grass, scooping up the featureless white blob, and tapping its face until it got annoyed and headbutted her hand.
“Turn… INTO a dungeon?” Lynna asked.
Echo shrugged, “Noodle is just special,” she said, placing the blob on her head.
“You and him both,” Osric said, sitting back down before he began sawing more planks by hand.
“You want to go to the brig?” Echo said with a smug grin.
Osric contemplated and stood up, handing Echo the saw.
“What?”
“I’m going to the brig, you saw planks.”
“Wait- No!”
Lynna laughed softly, “You did tell him to go to the brig.”
Echo pouted and pleaded with Osric, not wanting to do any manual labor, ever, if possible.
A voice shouted from a body ascending from the cover of the hillside; “Echo, Have you been keeping your nose clean?”
Inalos was led by a young human girl named Caelin, who bowed quietly at Echo before leaving, running back down the hill.
Echo, who was covered in dungeon slug slime, looked up towards Inalos with a questioning raised eyebrow.
“Let me rephrase that… Have you been behaving?”
“What are you, my dad?”
Inalos sighed and pulled out a driftleaf, placing it in between his lips before tapping the small ring on his finger a few times, snapping, causing sparks until the driftleaf lit ablaze, he spoke without addressing the rhetorical question, “So, what exactly are you guys making here?”
“Is that a Warden question or an Inalos question?”
“I’m not here to arrest anyone.”
“Considering what you did to Mr. Monst- Sebas, even though he helped us,” she emphasized with a gesturing hand to her and the two working on a small cabin, “forgive me, Inalos if I don’t exactly… trust you.”
Echo picked up Noodle, placing him back in her bag, with a pat, letting his tiny featureless head stick out of the blue satchel. She wiped her hands across the grass and placed her book in a separate bag, one which had space for her things, as Noodle was a fat little monster.
“I’ve got good and bad news.”
Echo looked up, staring him down.
“Which one do you want first?”
“The Good one.”
“The Church of Mercy has officially recognized Sebastian Iore Aren as a Divine Missionary, not only for saving you all but for other reasons that “Aren’t necessary for me to know.”
“So!” Echo shot up, “He can be let out of Prison?”
“Yes, with a small bail of a single gold coin, he will be free of all charges of Murder, and he will be promptly escorted out after his belongings are returned to him.”
“...” Echo grimaced, “What is the bad news?”
“We don’t…” Inalos bit his tongue, “they don’t know where Sebas is.”
Echo scowled at the man, looking at him with death in her eyes.
“Listen, there are just… He can’t be tracked.”
“What the fuck does that mean Inalos?”
“He- They have magically tracking manacles, so the mana in the dungeon has gotten too dense for him to be trackable, or he’s…”
Echo looked up at the elf as he rubbed his neck, “Look me in the fucking eyes when you tell me something.”
Inalos looked down at Echo, steeling his expression when he looked at her, “He could be dead.”
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[Notice: Perspective Shift; Sebas (LV 1)]
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Sebas stared at the wall that rose to the ceiling as he lay on the stone floor. Despite the dark of the cavern, he was able to see, everything was bright as if the light of the six suns shone down underneath the ground, he lifted his hand and winced as his sore body suddenly claimed that he was simply too tired to hold his hand up. He sat upright and groaned as a bag slammed into his lap. He squinted inside and saw that it was filled with food, along with a note.
“I took a few of your potions, Also you’re a bit heavy, if you ever get a girlfriend, make sure she’s able to carry you and tolerate your sass.”
- Avarie of Chien
Sebas balled up the note with a huff, and grabbed whatever he could, shoving it in his mouth. A small bar of salted butter and berries went past his tongue, hardly chewed as he hungrily went through the unnaturally quiet bag. He pulled a handful of jerkies with his jaws until it snapped his head back, and he started chewing. He threw the other halves in his maw with it and held up a small hard-boiled egg, squeezing it softly between his thumb and forefinger and chuckling at it as he opened his mouth to drop it in. Sebas found a small metal canister and a jug of water, and curiously followed the instructions of “Dump in water”, ignoring the “tablespoon” part of the instructions, and closed the lid of the jug, shaking the green powder within the waterskin. He opened it and raised his head as the overwhelming herbal scent nearly knocked him out. His reptilian-ish eyes blinked a few times before he poured the green sludge into his mouth. Sebas chewed on the almost liquid a bit before swallowing all of the food and drink in a loud gulp.
[You have consumed a
[You have gone from
Sebas inhaled sharply as he finished swallowing food, and laid back down.
“Holy shit.”
[The Goddess of Mercy asks if you’re okay.]
“No ma’am, I’m starving,” Sebas said, fishing another hard-boiled egg out of the sack and taking a small bite from it.
[The Goddess of Mercy sighs with a contented smile]
“Ayo, Ihta, how many hours have I been unconscious?”
[The Goddess of the Hunt says you've been asleep for 30 boring hours!]
Sebas widened his eyes as he took another bite, and screamed with a full mouth, “30 hours?”
[The Goddess of the Hunt nods proudly]
“Fuck…” he said, lost in thought while he ate the rest of the egg.
[The God of Alchemy requests a blood sample and a skin sample]
“Uhh… No?”
[The God of Alchemy will give you whatever you want!]
“I don’t want anything though,” Sebas said in between chewing, crossing his legs as he lay against the ground, setting his hand behind his head.
[The God of Alchemy grabs the back of his head begging you]
[The Goddess of Mercy tells Alchemy to have a little bit of pride or decorum]
[The God of Afterlife asks how you feel]
“Hmm…” Sebas pondered, looking up at his hands, “That’s a good question… I feel…” He looked down at the appendage flopping around against the ground, “Like I have a tail…”
[The God of Afterlife says that you’re a beautiful orator]
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“Well, I have wings now…” Sebas said, sitting up, “I can also feel every single feather on my body, they are all… growing?”
[The God of Afterlife nods, saying that it makes sense.]
“How so?”
[The God of Afterlife says that the Hunt gave you a Juvenile Owlbear’s physique, and from what he can tell, you’re a young variant of whatever you are.]
“Stygian,” Sebas said absentmindedly.
[The God of Humanity says to repeat yourself.]
“Stygian Dreadwing?” Sebas said, somewhat confused.
[The God of Humanity holds a hand over his face.]
“He good?” Sebas asked.
[The Goddess of Mercy nods, saying to give him a moment.]
“Is that… significant in any way?”
[The Goddess of Mercy looks to Humanity]
[The God of Humanity nods to her, allowing it]
[The Goddess of Mercy speaks; “You are Stygian now, in part at the very least. Something that… we thought was once lost. They are the embodiment of Duality, and Order. When the forces of Good or Evil- Light or Dark are ultimately brought back into equilibrium, or it used to be brought into equilibrium when the Species still existed.-]
“That doesn’t tell me anything about what they are.”
[- The Goddess of Mercy sighs, and continues; “As far as I am aware, Stygian are forged somewhere beyond the river of Souls, Styx, and are arbiters- guardians of balance.”]
“Sounds like something Death would deal with.”
[The God of Death would roll her eyes if she had any, and says “I just make sure that Death is fulfilled.”]
“Oh, she's still here.”
[The God of Death frowns at you, asking if that’s a problem.]
“If I say yes, are you going to curse me?”
[The Goddess of Mercy tells you to quit fighting.]
“I’m sorry,” Sebas said quickly.
[The Goddess of Mercy sighs and continues; “The only problem is that you’re part Draconian, so you aren’t a Stygian.]
“But I am, here Ihta, look at my God Window.”
[You have consented to show your God Window to: Ihta, Goddess of the Hunt]
[The Goddess of the Hunt says that he is a Stygian! It says so!]
[The Goddess of Mercy asks to see that]
[The Goddess of the Hunt looks down to you for permission]
Sebas nodded and stood up, stretching his single arm upward while his wings flexed outward, his encased down feathers begged for freedom. Sebas looked at the small bag that Avarië left him.
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[Shadow Sling]
{Uncommon Backpack}
Effect: Made with materials to be extremely silent.
“Crafted from the finest darkened leather, its compact design hugs the body, allowing for swift movement and easy access to its hidden compartments. The single, adjustable strap rests comfortably across the chest, ensuring that its wearer can retrieve weapons, vials, or tools without breaking their stride. Light as a whisper, it is often said that the Shadow Sling is not just a bag, but a part of the assassin themselves, always within reach, always unseen.”
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Sebas looked at the bag in his hand and shrugged before placing one of the arms around his shoulder, picking up the Bag of the Potion-Master with his hand while walking toward the dirt and stone, where a giant cavernous tunnel leads further into the depths.
“Did you guys find what you were looking for?”
[The God of Death tells you to let her see your Status Panel]
“Nah, I don’t like you.”
[The God of Death tilts her head back, exasperated]
[The Goddess of Mercy tells you to be nice]
“Sorry.”
[The God of Death says it doesn’t sound like you’re sorry.]
“Well I’m sorry-”
[The Goddess of Mercy looks up from your status panel.]
“If my tone does not indicate my apologeticness.”
[You have 48 Unread Notifications]
Sebas focused on them while he walked through the corridor.
[Notice: Increase in state: {3%} -> {4%}]
[Notice: Increase in state: {4%} -> {5%}]
[Notice: Increase in state: {5%} -> {6%}]
[Notice: Increase in state: {6%} -> {7%}]
[Notice: Increase in state: {7%} -> {8%}]
[Notice: Increase in state: {8%} -> {9%}]
[...]
[Notice: Increase in state: {44%} -> {45%}]
[Notice: Increase in state: {45%} -> {46%}]
[Notice: Increase in state: {46%} -> {47%}]
[Notice: Increase in state: {47%} -> {48%}]
[Notice: Increase in state: {48%} -> {49%}]
[Notice: Elite Monster Core cannot fill with Magic due to damaged state]
[Using Purified mana to fuel Trait (Dragon Heart)]
[Notice: You do not have a Dragon Heart]
[Would you like to use excessive Mana to establish a Dragon Heart?]
[Yes] [No]
“Hold on.”
[Notice: Your body has the energy of the Abyss; Void, inside of your body in lethal amounts]
[Find a safe way to absorb or erase Void]
“Establish Abyssal Heart?”
[Would you like to use excessive Mana to establish an Abyssal Heart?]
[Yes] [No]
“Establish Dragon Heart?”
[Would you like to use excessive Mana to establish a Dragon Heart?]
[Yes] [No]
Sebas squinted with both windows up and lightly shoved each one into one another, watching as they floated according to his fingers will.
[Would you like to use excessive Mana to establish an ADbryasgsoanl Heart?]
[Yes] [No]
Sebas chuckled at the overlaid text and tapped both [Yes] at once.
[Notice: Delayed Absorption of
[Excess Energy Amount: 337% -> 137%]
Sebas felt the surge of energy push and pull at his body as the interface flickered before him. The excess mana, now reduced to a manageable level, seemed to swirl around him, feeding into an unrecognizable formation within his chest. The power of both Stygain and Draconic was mingling with his already potent essence. He could feel it, the process was not pleasant, but the internal injuries slowly stabilized, turning into a subtle but undeniable hum in his core. A new heart, born from this convergence, carried the potential for a new type of destruction.
[The Hidden Trait: (Mutation Affinity) has influenced your magic organ generation]
The Abyssal Heart thrummed rapidly, almost mute like the pulse of the void, while the Dragon Heart, though chaotic, provided stability and a bold, loud heartbeat. The resulting magical organ, a strange new chimera changed Sebas irrevocably. The Hearts that formed in his chest slowly began to beat as one, as they sat in a small triangle, within his chest, and began to converge with another loud warning.
[WARNING.]
[MUTATION OCCURRING.]
[Assistance is being provided]
[Please will the action, young dragon]
Sebas, confused by the text box in front of him, did not know what it wanted from him, so he took a small shot in the dark, and out from his mouth came a reverberating voice that shook the will of the gods.
“Converge”
Is the only word that came from his mouth before blood spilled out of his mouth, lungs, and now open stomach. Sebas fished out one of the highest-rank potions, of which only three were left, and poured it over himself shakily as he watched his flesh fall out of his stomach.
[You have consumed a
Sebas fell to the floor when his stomach finally sealed up and coughed out his lungs until a decent amount of blood left his airway, allowing him to breathe.
[The God of Humanity threatens to kill you, saying HOW DID YOU DO THAT.]
[The God of Afterlife is astounded, clapping his hands happily]
[The Goddess of the Hunt looks around at the uproar with a curious expression]
[The Goddess of Mercy holds a hand over her mouth]
[The God of Death looks you up and down, curious]
[The God of Undeath says he hasn’t seen that in a few thousand years]
[The God of Alchemy appears, out of breath, and asks why the dragons are back]
“I donno…” Sebas pathetically said, lying on his stomach, slightly outside of the pile of blood.
It took Sebas about five minutes to compose himself after the shock, just to roll over.
[The Human Heart, Dragon Heart, and Abyssal Heart have converged into a new Organ within the bounds of the fractured Elite Monster Core]
[Notice: Organ Formation Complete; New Heart: Abyssal Dragon Core]
[Notice: Elite Monster Core is still under repair; Energy Fluctuation Stabilizing]
Sebas sat upright, nearly instantaneously as he opened and closed his palm.
“... it doesn’t hurt?”
Sebas grinned evilly, “It doesn’t hurt~”
Sebas stood up and stomped around, “It doesn’t hurt~ It doesn’t Hurt!”
[The God of Humanity scoffs at you, saying that we get it]
Sebas fell on one knee as a pulse of energy from his innards and waited with bated breath for his God Window to tell him what was going on.
“...”
[(Elite Monster Core) has gained a new term variation -> (Abyssal Dragon Core)]
[Check User Settings for personalization]
“... Huh?”
[Estimated Time to Core Solidification: 19 hours]
[Upon Core Solidification, Mutation will cease and the body will be fully changed, along with the Core being able to continue absorbing Mana]
“...”
[The Goddess of the Hunt tells you to GO FIGHT THE THIRD FLOOR’S GUARDIAN NOW!!!]
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Sebas sighed and chuckled, mumbling “Yes ma’am” in a mocking tone; He slung his bags around his shoulder again and marched down the (extremely) long spiral tunnel.
“You know, this tunnel is too long.”
[The God of Death tells you to shut up and walk faster]
“Mercy, Shes bein’ mean to me”
[The Goddess of Mercy squints at the God of Death]
Within the depths, the first thing Sebas saw was a large brass bell with black tarnish atop a floor-changing pillar thing, very similar to the ones on the first floor, like the one in this dungeon, and the one back in Eruka’s dungeon, however, a glaring difference was that the doorway was sealed, and the large green crystal to signify that the boss was available. A very large and very disgusting abomination of different parts marched around the circular room, holding a large stick with a brass bulb on the end of it. Its misshapen and muscular arm contrasted with the tiny hand that was attached to his body, holding a black tome with golden etching. A withering, gaunt appearance of the clerical undead showed bones through the rotting flesh, and Sebas scowled at its gross exterior.
He shook his head a few times and shook his face from side to side while bouncing up and down on the tips of his claws, placing his bags down in the mouth of the tunnel’s entrance. He started walking towards the tower. He looked back at the wing in the peripheral of his vision, and stretched them out, before he crouched down and leaped, flaps of his wings audible as he began to ascend.
[You have gotten the attention of the Midboss: Malus Michael, The Fallen Divine Bell Toller]
Sebas watched as the amalgamation of sewn-together flesh unhinged its incompatible jaws, letting a guttural roar as it threw its staff towards the top of the castellated cylindrical building. It forcefully struck its hand against the grooves of the building, hoisting itself upward in a powerful motion before leaping into the air. It grabbed the edge of the structure and vaulted over the lip, picking up its staff and striking the bell in rapid succession before roaring and pointing at Sebas with the end of the staff.
Sebas waited, and watched with a crossed arm, hovering up and down as his wings slowly ascended him up when he dipped down. He looked around the stone ground and then turned back to the necrotic abomination with a raised lack of eyebrow.
“Is something supposed to happen?” Sebas asked.
The beast of diverse flesh parts rubbed its head with the stick, and slammed the bell again, pointing up at Sebas with its staff and waited.
Sebas looked around again.
“Am I supposed to be on the ground?” he asked, curiously.
[The God of Humanity holds a hand over his face, telling you not to speak with the boss monster.]
The flesh abomination looked at the ground and huffed, or whatever the equivalent with a missing nose was, throwing its staff at Sebas in anger.
Sebas chuckled at its frustration, “He is precious, it's okay Humanity. A bit fuck-ugly but… he's doing his best.”
[The God of Humanity hopes you lose this battle.]
Sebas smiled and watched as the creature bounded over. Pulling out the tome, and leafing through it, the beast stood on the edge of the building before looking up, and looking around confused when his opponent was suddenly absent.
“Right here big dumb and ugly.”
The beast turned around as its body was launched from the side of the pillar and grasped at the bricks, latching onto the cut stone and dragging it down with its massive palm as it fell. Sebas watched from above, staring down as it fell, and vaulted off as well.
A loud thud sounded as the beast hit the raw stone, followed by the thunks of three stone bricks against its fleshy skin. Sharp crumbling sounded as Sebas’ feet shot through the stone, implanting his feet against the monster, it began to roar in pain as Sebas’ clawed feet latched onto it.
“What's the deal with this shit anyway?” Sebas asked, reading the book he had stolen.
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[Curse Tome of the Tollkeeper]
{Cursed Tome}
Effect: Unknown, Cursed.
Curse: Unknown
“The whispers of the dead are not silenced by time. They linger here, inked into these pages, their voices crying out for release or vengeance. Beware, for the knowledge you seek may claim more than your mind; it may claim your very soul.”
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“Scary…” Sebas said, grabbing onto the cover of the tome with his teeth, pulling it apart with his claws.
For a brief moment, everything fell into a quiet lull and a cold sensation shot through Sebas’ spine while his vision darkened. A pale hand rose from nothing and attempted to shield the book, only for Sebas to smile with a snarling grin as his jaws crushed the bindings of the ratty black tome.
A shriek cried out, and the bellringer roared, ghosts surrounded Sebas, and filled in the broken gaps of the tome as ghosts, somehow visible flooded the arena. A whisper spoke in his ear, silently, as if gloating; “You cannot silence us... not while the bell tolls…”
Sebas’ grin rose again, and he looked up towards the bell tower as his heart began to beat in loud drum-like thumps within his ears while voices whispered into his mind, trying to get him to die, or worse, possess him.
“I DON’T LIKE YOUR TONE,” he roared out.
[[Unyielding Rage] has been activated]
[Senses, Pain Resistance, Strength, Dexterity, Fainting Resistance, Regeneration, and Bleed Resistance have been bolstered by a minor amount]
[Intelligence and Sanity have been impaired by a minor amount]
Sebas’ grin begun to widen, and he focused on the shiny bell as he roared out more, “I~ DON’T ~ LIKE~ YOUR~ TOOOOOOONEEEE~”
He leapt, flying around the arena, kicking off the walls as he assisted his flight, launching his body around like an annoying bug, the drums within his body pumped him full of adrenaline, telling him he had one job: “Get rid of it.”
The drums roared to life, breaking his ears as his heart thumped in his chest, and he turned mid air to slam his body into the Bell.
GOOOONG
A choir of ghosts sang sweet nothings, trying to stop him, while the clerical beast tried to physically stop Sebas, throwing bricks in the air.
Sebas launched off again, jumping from the top of the building and ramming his body into the bell once more.
GOOOOOOOOOOONG DONNNNNNNNNNNG
The beast screamed as his bell had been dented, and watched as the horrific creature that stood atop the building cackled a loud boisterous laugh.
It jumped up as the bell tolled once again.
GOOOO- DON GOOONGGGGGGGGGGGG- GOOOOONG
It began spinning, and the Draconic creature kept it spinning, launching it in circles with its hand as it spun around, making horrific ear-piercing tolls. Sebas was sent into the wall of the arena by a large fist and imbedded into the wall of raw stone. The flesh beast grabbed its bell with a careful stopping motion, looking at the damage that had been done to it, rubbing its massive hand against it as it tried to fix it.
GONGF-
It looked out at the horrifying draconic beast, or where it was when a loud crash of the draconic beast’s body launched itself with the bell, and both fell to the ground.
The screams of the ghosts slowly dissipated and the draconic creature roared laughter while it picked up the bell and laughed louder as it slung it around by its makeshift handle, right at the base of the crown of the bell.
GONK TINK
The Draconic beast looked at the large fleshy clergyman and wildly grinned at it, motioning for it to come down. It watched as the cleric jumped from the rooftop, it’s legs cracking underneath its body’s weight.
The drums flared back to life in his ears, and he walked forward dragging the bell behind him. Loud screeching was heard from the brass being drug along the stone, while the ghosts screamed in Sebas’ ears. Only, he couldn’t hear them, he had long since lost his hearing during the battle. He turned his body perpendicular to the clergyman, and slammed the bell against it’s body.
GONNNNNNNNNk
Again.
GOOONkt
And again.
tINK
Over, and over, the metal caved inward, and hit the mass of flesh, all the while it’s wielder screamed out cackles through its bloodlust.
[Notice: You have killed the Midboss: Bell Toller “Malus Michael” [Level 35]]
[Experience has been gained.]
[Skill Experience has been gained.]
[Skill: [Unyielding Rage] LV 3 -> LV 4]
[Senses, Pain Resistance, Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Fainting Resistance, Regeneration, and Bleed Resistance have been bolstered by a minor amount]
[Intelligence and Sanity have been impaired by a minor amount]
[Congratulations]
[Stygian Dreadwing Level 1 -> Level 2]
The thrumming got louder.
[Stygian Dreadwing Level 2 -> Level 3]
And louder.
[Stygian Dreadwing Level 3 -> Level 4]
And louder still.
[Stygian Dreadwing Level 4 -> Level 5]
[Stygian Dreadwing Level 5 -> Level 6]
[Stygian Dreadwing Level 6 -> Level 7]
[Stygian Dreadwing Level 7 -> Level 8]
[Stygian Dreadwing Level 8 -> Level 9]
[Stygian Dreadwing Level 9 -> Level 10]
[Stygian Dreadwing Level 10 -> Level 11]
[Access. 50 Stat Points are available for Distribution.]
Violet, sick laughter filled the arena, and some areas of the second floor, as Sebas had achieved his goal.