Chapter 67
“On the brink of death”. Part 11
But as soon as Kalysto cut off the head of the second jhun, a black-colored spear pierced her stomach from behind.
Several notifications overlapped to her left, but she only glimpsed two out of the corner of her eye.
[You have gained 500 experience points]
[The passive skill Pain Resistance has been activated].
Immediately, the pain that had been spreading through her abdomen stopped, becoming a dull rumbling noise in the background and allowing her to think again.
Kalysto growled, rage burning through her veins as the warm afternoon breeze blew against her face, ruffling her hair.
And before she could take any initiative, as she brought her hands close to the pointed spear that had pierced her skin, another wolf -one she had wounded before but not killed-, charged at her. Burying its sharp teeth in her forearm.
“Ezhil Purification! Ezhil Purification! Ezhil Purification! Ezhil Dispel! Ezhil Purification!” she immediately chanted. Golden light emanated from her hands. Surrounding her whole body and several meters around, eliminating that monster’s weapon. While she threw a punch to the face of the jhun who refused to let go of her left forearm. Like a dog refusing to let go of a delicious bone.
So she pulled out a knife from her inventory and viciously buried it in jhun’s neck.
But even so, that monster did not let go of her arm. And as if possessed, she continued to stab him mercilessly.
“Let go of my arm, damn thing!” It was at the moment she noticed the challenge in his eyes, and the small smile he seemed to give her, that she looked back. Where another dark goblin, much taller than the previous one, ran towards her. As his arm changed shape, turning into a long spear which he immediately aimed at the saintess’ chest.
“Dispel Ezhil! Purification Ezhil! “ she immediately recited with her heart failing against her throat. And that menacing figure dissipated within half an inch of touching her body.
And she almost sighed with relief.
And while part of her wanted to feel sorry for herself because in the last four days of her life, she had been closer to dying than she had been in her twenty-one years of life. Another part of her just wanted to send it all to hell and go to sleep for a week. Kalysto was tired. Not only physically from all that had happened in the past four days since she had arrived in this world, but from all that she had had to work until midnight, attend classes early in the mornings, prepare for end of semester exams while training for the last competition of the month, and give tutoring to Edward.
Her last month and a half had been so exhausting that during the last few days she had almost felt like she was acting on autopilot, and at other times, like a zombie. Even though she had slept more than four hours straight in the last few days and in a comfortable bed, she would wake up tired and with her body aching.
She wouldn’t be surprised if her fatigue level was over two hundred points right now. She felt like her body was going to fall apart at any moment.
I need a long vacation after this. She decided. Fuck the elves! I’ll go to sleep as soon as I’m done with these overfed fucking wolves.
And at that moment, she looked at the wolf with his teeth buried in her forearm and smiled at him. And something inside her stirred.
And then it began to break.
Suddenly, Kalysto felt much better and freer than she had felt in years.
The jhun growled at her, sensing that something had changed in her. His fur bristled, sensing danger. The rest of the wolves, even with half their bodies frozen, mimicked him.
“Why don’t you just fucking die, damn thing?” Kalysto whispered and stabbed him in the eye, then said softly, as if he were a baby, “Sleep well! Sleep well! Sleep well! Sleep well!” And as the wolf’s body slowly began to relax, Kalysto put the knife away in her inventory, pulled out a sword and buried it in his stomach.
The jhun whimpered with the sword still through him as he tried to crawl on the ground and away from it, full of fear.
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The sky suddenly darkened, thick clouds filled the sky as thunder rumbled in the distance and raindrops began to fall on them.
Kalysto didn’t even flinch. Instead she looked at him coldly, her green eyes darker than usual. And she took out what was left of the first bottle of holy water her boss had given her and drank it.
“It’s a pity it ran out so quickly, don’t you think?” She asked the wounded animal, before putting the empty bottle away again.
And she took a step forward, approaching her prey. The jhun whimpered as he sensed her nearness. But under Kalysto’s foot, the sound of something breaking reached her ears.
The saintess withdrew her foot, observing a small black colored crystal. She looked around, noticing that there was another one less than half a meter away. Both as long as her index finger, but barely a centimeter thicker than her thumb.
Then she glanced sideways at the jhun. making sure he hadn’t moved and looked at the remains of the black crystal.
What is this? She thought as she bent down to pick it up, but first she touched the land with her right hand and whispered.
“Ice creation!” And taking advantage of the falling rain, she transformed it into ice, freezing the jhun’s legs and abdomen, sticking it to the ground. And when she was sure that none of them could attack her while she was distracted, she picked up the crystal. And before there was a chance to use the inspection ability on the crystal, a violet window opened before her.
[The user wishes to absorb the remains of this dark-goblin core?]
[YES/NO]
“Yes” she whispered immediately.
[Warning! Due to the bad state of the core, the user has only absorbed 5% of the regeneration passive ability!]
“Shit!” Immediately, Kalysto picked up the second one. Hoping for better luck.
[Does the user wish to absorb the remains of this dark-goblin core?]
[YES/NO]
“Yes,” she said, full of confidence. But unlike before, what came out was not what she expected.
[Congratulations! The user has acquired a new stat: Dark Mana!]
Kalysto blinked several times in surprise, not knowing what to do with the new information. So she shrugged and turned to her prey.
I’ll check it out later. She thought. But first I have a couple of matters to settle with these monsters.
And she smiled sweetly at the frightened wolf.
“Where were we? Oh, yes, I remember! You’ll have to excuse me, I’ve been getting distracted very easily lately," she said and pulled the sword out of his stomach, making the jhun groan in pain.
Then Kalysto cut off his head.
[You have gained 500 experience points.]
Her footsteps echoed in the rain. Her favorite tennis shoes soaking under the inclement droplets as the coldness of the atmosphere clung to her, numbing her to the bone.
But still she did not stop.
And Kalysto walked carefully over the ice surface she herself had created and decapitated each and every one of the remaining wolves.
[You have gained 500 experience points]
[You have gained 300 experience points]
[You have gained 400 experience points]
[You have gained 600 experience points]
[You have gained 500 experience points]
[You have earned 300 experience points]
[You have earned 500 experience points]
The raindrops washed the blood from the sword but not from her clothes. And Kalysto put the sword away in her inventory as she enjoyed the raindrops falling on her face.
Silence seemed to surround her, interrupted only by the sound of the rain getting louder and louder.
Kalysto felt strange and out of place.
But at the same time, there was a calmness inside her and a security that had not been there before.
Something she hadn’t felt in many years, not since before her father disappeared and sat with her in his workshop, telling her stories. Or in his study, while she pretended to read and watched him reading those books written in a foreign language he had promised her he would teach her when she grew up. While his mother was forbidden to enter his study.
And despite all the time that had passed, she remembered in excessive detail his every feature; from the sweet tone of his voice to the soft golden hue of his skin, his emerald green eyes, the same striking shade she had inherited, and his messy light brown, almost blond hair.
In fact, she was almost the spitting image of her father. She was nothing like her mother.
A woman whose face she would have forgotten were it not for the family photo she kept in her room.
And as she lay there, lost in thought, two elves appeared near her. One of them was the fire mage who had been leading her to the sick earlier.
Kalysto did not remember his name.
“I can’t help you right now. I’m out of mana," she lied. Deciding that she had done more than enough for them. And that she had earned a much-deserved rest.
The heavy rain began to subside. Suddenly turning into tiny drops, falling farther and farther away from each other.
“Don’t worry, saintess. That won’t be necessary.” Kalysto noticed how the one controlling the fire approached her with a smile, hiding the other elf from her sight with his broad back.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and her usual distrust flared.
Something is not right.
But before she could reach out and pull the home stone from her inventory, the other elf was already behind her. Spraying a white powder against her face that she immediately tried to wipe off, but a white handkerchief covered her mouth and nose.
A strange smell filled her nostrils as her body relaxed against her will and black dots invaded her vision.
No... someone helped... But she couldn’t even finish that thought as darkness devoured her.