Alistair blinked slowly as she processed the new information.
So, they’re similar to 《Mana Veil》, but these are specialized. 《Abyssal Veil》 boosts stealth and agility, while 《Crimson Veil》 focuses on power and regeneration.
They draw from their own vitality. I’m immortal, so it doesn’t affect me—boosting regeneration.
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she flexed her left hand.
Unfortunately, I can't use 《Crimson Veil》 right now due to my limited stamina; instead, I'll use the remaining energy to feast on my prey, she thought, her crimson eyes flickering with anticipation and a wide smile lighting up her face.
Suddenly, another notification appeared before her, breaking her thoughts.
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Congratulations!
You have acquired a new skill:
《{B} Eclipse Veil》
Eclipse Veil merges the powers of darkness, blood, and mana, allowing the user to envelop their body or selected objects in a radiant aura that shifts between shimmering shadows and deep crimson. This formidable skill significantly enhances the user’s strength, agility, and resilience while providing heightened stealth and evasion capabilities.
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“Another skill? By merging with other abilities, I can acquire a new skill, it seems,” Alistair whispered, her lips curling into a faint smirk. The new knowledge intrigued her, but she needed to focus on recovering first.
With a sharp, decisive movement, she transformed her nails into claws, dragging them across the cold floor. Using her left arm as leverage, she dug her claws into the stone, pulling her body forward with each stroke. It was slow and grueling, but she pressed on without hesitation, her crimson eyes fixed on her prey.
Moments later, she reached Helc, the lifeless mage, his body crumpled awkwardly on the floor. His face bore the remnants of her earlier attack, blood smeared across his pale skin.
Alistair bared her fangs, feeling the familiar surge of hunger clawing at her resolve. She then sank her teeth into his neck, the warmth of his blood flooding her senses. She drank deeply until his body ran dry, leaving his corpse as pale as chalk.
It tastes amazing, but it isn’t as good as the assassin’s. Is it due to the level gap?
She then opened her status.
Her level had risen from 10 to 17, but none of her stats had increased.
I guess the higher my level, the harder it is to improve.
However, her mana and stamina had partially recovered, and her body began to mend itself at an accelerated rate. Bones shifted, cracks knitted together, and strength slowly returned to her limbs.
Still, it wasn't enough. But still, it was better than nothing.
Alistair began to crawl, her movements slow and deliberate as she regained some strength. She turned her attention to Greg, the swordsman, still warm in death. His blood would be stronger than the mage’s, she reasoned, given his combat prowess and mana-infused body.
She approached him, crouched beside his lifeless form, and bared her fangs once more. With the same hunger, she drank, savoring the rush of power and the heavenly taste that coursed through her.
Woah! This tastes amazing! I can't believe something can taste this good. Is it due to his strength?
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Congratulations!
You’ve achieved a new rank:
D {Viscountess} ➜ C {Countess}
Congratulations!
You have acquired a new skill:
《{B} Abyssal Resurrection》
Harnessing the dark forces of the abyss, the user can revive a recently deceased creature, binding its essence to their will. The revival comes at a cost: the creature's soul is stripped of its former personality, emotions, and intellect, rendering it a shadow of its former self. It exists solely to obey the user's commands, becoming a mindless servant driven by the dark energy that fuels its reanimation
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Alistair wiped the blood from her lips, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.
"A resurrection skill, huh?" she muttered, glancing at the bodies around her.
Stripping their emotions and intellect makes them mindless, but having servants could be useful. They don’t need to think—they just need to obey. And his swordsmanship would be a valuable asset, even as a puppet.
“I’m glad you decided to bring your comrades and came here to steal,” she smirked, standing tall now that her strength had returned, glancing at the corpse.
Let's check the stats first
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《Status》
Name: Alistair Moonarise
Race: Vampire
Level: 17 ➜ 31
Rank: D ➜ C {Countess}
Mana: 1430/2000 ➜ 4000
Strength: D ➜ C
Agility: C ➜ B
Stamina: E ➜ D
Endurance: E ➜ D
Intelligence: S
Luck: S
Charm: S
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“Seven levels from that mage, but thirteen from you…” she said, struggling to suppress a grin as her eyes flicked to Greg's lifeless form.
“Kyaaaa, even as a corpse you won't stop flirting with me,” she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she playfully pinched his nose, unable to hide her laughter.
“Oh no, what will I do? I’m a sinner, after all. Even death can’t resist my charms!”
Having had enough of her mischief, she turned her gaze toward her new rank. Her eyes lingered on it, a faint curiosity flickering in her cold gaze.
“Baroness, Viscountess, Countess... Then the next rank is Marchioness perhaps? I wonder what is the highest rank? Princess? No, Queen?”
Satisfied with the growth of her mana and other stats, she mentally noted the effort it would take to improve her high-level stats like Intelligence, Luck, and Charm.
“But I’m an immortal now. Time is merely a construct.”
Now it was time to test her new skill. She directed her gaze toward Greg, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“You’ve given me so many gifts, and I’m really grateful for them. It would be impolite not to give you something in return, right? So, I’m appointing you as my very first servant. Don’t worry, you really don’t need to thank me!” she said with a mischievous smile.
Extending her hand, she focused her energy on Greg's corpse. The air around it darkened, and the shadows on the floor thickened, becoming almost liquid. Black, spectral hands emerged, clawing at the lifeless body and dragging it into the abyss.
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Congratulations!
You’ve gained a new shadow servant.
Please choose his name.
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Alistair tilted her head, frowning slightly. “A name? What was his name again? Gre… Greed? Something like that... Whatever. I’ll give him a new name.”
“First Shadow,” she declared.
As Alistair named her shadow servant, a new notification appeared, confirming her choice.
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Congratulations!
You have successfully named your shadow servant: First Shadow.
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Alistair crossed her arms, gazing up at the towering figure that now loomed before her. First Shadow was an imposing sight, standing at nearly three times her height. His armor, once gleaming steel, now pulsated with swirling shadows, giving it an ethereal, otherworldly appearance. His sword, equally transformed, radiated a dark, menacing aura, its edges sharp enough.
“Was he always this massive?! Maybe it's because, before I killed him, I only observed him from 《shadowmeld》, so I didn’t realize how tall he truly was.”
Walking slowly around him, her crimson eyes studied every detail.
"This is strange... Now that he has become a shadow, I think he’s starting to look cute. Perhaps it’s because he can't speak with his crude language and the shadows covered his hideous face?” A small, smug smile curled on her lips.
Yet, while she admired her new creation, she found that she couldn't sense her mana and instinctively opened her system.
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Mana: 0/4000
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Her eyes narrowed as realization struck.
"My mana is depleted again?!”
she hissed, glaring at First Shadow.
"You glutton! I thought your former personality would vanish after becoming a shadow but your greed remains unchanged.”
First Shadow remained silent, his ominous figure unmoving. With her mana depleted, she turned her attention to Helc’s corpse. Reviving him as a shadow servant was no longer an option and she never considered Vito's corpse an option, as his flesh was spattered everywhere. Reviving him would require far too much mana.
Tch. Not worth it anyway.
She knelt beside the mage's oversized backpack, rummaging through its contents. The sheer amount of items crammed inside made her pause.
No wonder this bag is so heavy. Are none of them skilled enough to store their belongings in an Abyssal Chamber or something?
She pulled out several potions of varying colors, her expression growing more skeptical by the second.
"No descriptions… Great." Her eyes flicked over the array of glowing liquids.
Even with my high luck and immortality, I’m not desperate enough to start consuming random potions.
With a resigned sigh, she set them aside.
Continuing her search, she found a few herbs, a big accient key, some books, a small knife, and a neatly wrapped cloth containing a slab of meat. Her eyebrow twitched at the discovery.
Meat? Really? Why does a mage even carry this? Were they planning a feast?
Finally, her hand brushed against a folded map. Unfolding it, her eyes scanned the details carefully. It marked a nearby town named Eldergrove, as well as the location of the New dungeon the group had been discussing before.
She smirked slightly, Her gaze lingered on the dungeon's marked location.
"The dungeon is closer than the town. Then it was settled: we will go to the new dungeon, and I'm interested in the treasures anyway."
Alistair peered out the door and confirmed that night had descended. She felt a wave of relief at not seeing the sun that had scorched her delicate skin. Though it was already dark, the pain still lingered.
As she took in the cool night air, her gaze immediately locked onto the towering figure of First Shadow, who stood silently behind her. The sight of him stirred a flicker of annoyance within her. Her mana was completely depleted from turning him into her servant and summoning him, leaving her feeling drained and vulnerable.
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