I frowned. Something isn’t right. Something isn’t quite normal. I looked around me again. A dragon flies overhead carrying a screaming dude in its claws. Zombies and savage wolves roam the streets. Normal, normal. And yet something is bothering me. Ah, that’s right! What the h*ll was that Avocado guy’s number? Ugh, it’s at the tip of my tongue. Muttering to myself, I walked through the mass of monsters ahead. It’s that feeling of incompleteness again. I need to know what this number is now. Let’s see, moles. Moles...moles...moles. Are there moles on my face? I can’t remember. It’s my own face and yet I don’t know such a simple fact. Oh god. Now I’m hit by this extreme urge to look at my face and see if there are moles on it. The urge is so strong that it’s painful. Like, I can actually feel a literal pain inside my chest. I look down. Oh oops, looks like I walked into a hanging metal bar from the skeleton of a building when I was in my stupor. I backed out, watching as parts of my chest stay on the broken, jagged point of the bar. Immediately, I felt an itch on my chest as the flesh stitched itself back together. My healthbar only went down one percent. That’s not alright. I’m cheating. I’m a cheater. Even as I thought this, the missing one percent was regenerated. What the- that was literally half a second.
Sighing, I started walking again. Huh? What was I thinking about again? Oh god. This feeling. Not again. What was I thinking about? Walking past some glass windows I happened to see a man’s reflection on it. Not the reflection of all the butt-ugly zombies around me, no. But a sexy beast. Dang. This guy’s sexy. Then I realized, it was me! I walked closer. I still got that nice, sleek jet-black hair and my eyes were still aquamarine except that they now glowed. Additionally, my face seemed different. It just...looks better. Oh yea, I also got more buff. Like maybe twice as buff from my originally scrawny frame. I started posing in front of the glass windows.
I lost track of time. It was only when the sky got dark enough that I couldn’t see my reflection anymore that I stopped. I looked at the window and suddenly jolted in shock. There was a girl behind the glass. Sh*t, how long has she been there?! She was inside the building, which I now see is a grocery store, sitting on a comfy recliner and eating a sandwich while staring at me with an expression of extreme pity. Slowly, I turned around and started walking. Once I was a good distance away, I broke out into a sprint. Hopefully, she’ll forget about this one day. I stopped, a dark thought flashing through my mind. I could kill her. I looked back and frowned. I’ve already ran all this way, going back now would require me to re-run that distance. Too much work. I vanquished the thought and continued straight.
Now, where to sleep for the night? I looked around for some apartment buildings or hotels. Of course, in the horror movies, the monsters are usually waiting for you inside. However, I am a very rational person and I doubt that such movie troupes would exist for actual monsters. As such, I quickly chose a Motel 6 next to a gas station and walked through the front doors intending to book a room. I walked up to the front desk and saw the receptionist in a very uncomfortable position on the ground behind it. Kneecap broken, arms bent at awkward angles, and the other leg bent in three positions. Bones sticking out everywhere. I crouched down and examined the poor dude. That’s a tibia. That's a fibula. What are all these small bones called? I frowned. Questions, questions. I was about to swipe a hotel keycard for myself when the heap of flesh groaned. It’s still alive! I got closer to hear what the bloody mess was saying. “K-k-k-kill m-me…” I frowned. Then I put on my most stern expression and gave that former receptionist a piece of my mind. “Now lookee here. Suicide is never the answer. Let alone having another person with a clear conscience do the act for you! That is very immoral! You may be just a bloody heap on the ground with bits of organs here and maybe bits of intestines there...BUT!” I paused for dramatic effect. “Suicide just isn’t the answer!” I leaned towards the heap. “You hear me?!”
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Oh. He’s dead. I’m happy that he died hearing such wise words though. I’m sure that he will be spreading them around in Heaven- a happy ending which wouldn’t have happened if he committed suicide through me. Ah, doing good deeds sure does bring satisfaction!
Whistling, I checked the keycard as I walked. Keycard to room 13. Hm, am I missing something here? Let’s see...today’s Friday the 13th, I’m in a dark hotel corridor with flickering lights, a mutilated corpse was the receptionist, I hold a key to room 13. I arrived in front of the door. Aaaaand the door has ominous scratch marks on it. Oh, and words scrawled out in blood. I squinted. Sheesh. Bad lighting, seriously. I pity those characters in horror movies that have to read text on damp walls with flickering lights. Very unhealthy for your eyes.
I finally managed to decipher one word off the door: “feeds.” Hmmm. The word was located at the edge of the door meaning that the sentence on the door ends with “feeds”. I fumed. Bad grammar! Just because you’re writing on the door with your own blood and most likely bleeding out on the floor while you’re doing it is no excuse for not following the normal English language conventions! A sentence consists of a subject, a verb, and an object. “Feeds” is a verb. So it must be followed by an object, yet no object is given! This is blasphemy! Wait...I may be wrong though. Oh well. I kicked the door open righteously and a strong reek of blood washed over me. There were blood splatters everywhere. On the bed in the middle of the room, a something layed there. At one time, it might have been human but now, it...uh...doesn’t look human. I can’t sleep on that! Briefly, I thought about swiping another card from the front desk, but that would mean more walking. I looked around the room for some unstained, pristine sheets but sadly, none were found. Thump. A sound? It came from the closet. I haven’t checked there yet. There may yet be clean sheets in this room that could save me a minute of walking back to the front desk or a two-second walk to the cleaning supply-room two doors down.
I stood in front of the closet. At this point, I had totally forgotten about the sound that had drawn my attention here in the first place. It would’ve been a fatal mistake for any other human but me. I still had to pay quite dearly though. As I opened the closet, my eyes barely registered a flash of white before I felt a force push me on top of the bed. Damnit! Now my back’s gonna be covered in blood. Ignoring the mutilated/dismembered/vivisected/chewed out thingy beside me, I stared at the perpetrator of my bloody shirt. The thing is humanoid. Very white, very naked. Dark, red eyes. And a circular mouth with moving rows of teeth. It is currently consuming an arm. Hey! That’s MY arm! A small indicator flashed: “Vampire Lvl 93”. Show me more.
Vampire L93
Vit: 40
Spr: 15
Life str: L4 100%
Mentality: L1 100%
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Str: 114
Int: 341
Stamina: L7 100%
Agl: 1492
Dex: 201
I examined the thing’s stats as I fell back against the bed. My missing arm was almost regenerated; I had lost only around 3% of my life points when it came off. Vampire… C’mon. I thought vampires were supposed to be noble-looking creatures. Not this crap. What the hell, gods?! The sounds of crunching stopped. I looked over and saw that the vampire had finished consuming my arm. I chopped off another arm for it as I tried thinking of ways to kill this thing. The vampire’s speed vastly outstrips my own and I bet that the thing’s reaction speed is just as abnormal. Hmmm, vampires are susceptible to silver and sometimes salt depending on what book you’re reading. They also have a weakness to sunlight but that’s not happening at this time of night. Sighing, I chopped off another arm and left it there as I walked out of the room towards the breakfast area. They gotta have some salt or silver there. Rustling through the shelves in the kitchen room, which I found through a side door, I finally found a container of salt. For silver, I just took a few of the cookware and silverware on the table. Humming, I molded all the silverware into a ball-like container and sprinkled as much salt as I can into it. It wouldn’t make sense to spread the salt and silver all along my arm since the vampire would immediately throw it away in disgust on the first bite meaning not enough of the poison would make its way through its system. Right in front my hotel room door, I chopped an arm off and shoved the little ball deep inside the arm. I entered the room and threw the arm at the vampire. I laid back on the bed as the sounds of crunching resumed. It was a long day. And I fell asleep.
When I woke up again, I found myself using the carcass on the bed as a body pillow. Damn, I’m even more bloody now. Quickly throwing the uncomfortable pillow away from me, I sat up and yawned. And just as quickly frowned. The gagging and wheezing noises from the side of the bed was getting on my nerves. Looks like the little vamp didn’t enjoy the extra seasoning. I watched as the thing flailed about on the ground grabbing at its throat. Its health bar and mentality were close to zero. With a quick sword thrust through its heart, the thing died. Before it’s body could disintegrate into particles of light, I used [devour] on it.
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Ok, I ate it. Tasted like chicken actually. Immediately, I can feel my body structure shift a little bit under my skin.
Congratulations! You have consumed a Vampire and inherited their speed and precognition abilities. Dexterity will now scale off a Vampire’s dexterity and contain more effects.
Agl+ 150
Dex+ 50
Lucian Ransol L41
Race: Hybrid
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Vit + Str + Agl + Spr: 630
Int: 25
Life: L36 100%
Mentality: L18 100%
Dex: 75
Stamina: L36 100%
Stat pts:
Used pts: 410
Whoa. This is some nice stuff. I moved around a bit. There is a noticeable decrease in lag time. But it’s not enough! Sh*t, I gotta raise my level somehow and put the points into dexterity. Hm, I looked at the ring for a sec. Maybe...if I take this off, I can draw in some strong monster for me to kill! Genius! I took off the ring. Immediately, the world darkened as a huge pressure crushed down near my location. Oh shit. I’m dumb. I can’t fight that! I immediately put the ring back on. Too late. A few presences had suddenly appeared around the motel. I can sense them, their intense auras overlapping and enveloping the building. I can feel them scanning the motel but they can’t sense me. I laughed. Fools. I glanced at one figure that strayed a bit too close to my window.
Apostle of Murloth LXXX
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What the-. That wasn’t me! Goddamn system. The apostle stopped and stared right at me through the window. I'm still calm though since the ring had said that I won't be seen if I didn't want to be seen. The ring won't lie to me right? I examined the apostle. The apostle wasn’t human. It just looked like a ball of energy. Suddenly, the ball distorted and slowly started moving into the vague outline of a human. A few seconds later, and the apostle looked like me with dark skin and red hair and eyes. It smiled at me in a very creepy manner. Shit. I turned around and ran out of the room. Searching the ring, I examined the Wings of Darkness. I really hope this helps.
Wings of Darkness (god)
The wings of the dark god Murloth.
Effects:
Dex +500
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Skills:
Shadow-walker (active)
The user is able to use shadows as portals.
Energy consumption may vary depending on distance, size, and intensity of shadow.
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Hell yeah. I quickly equipped it. Finally, the sense of “lag” disappeared. I smiled, speeding up. I looked behind me and jumped. The apostle was right at my back still wearing that creepy smile. It looked...lecherous. I quickly looked ahead of me for a shadow to jump in. Finding one I activated [Shadow-walker] with a thought and ran into it. I set the destination point to under the reception desk with the mangled receptionist. I went through the shadow formed by the light through the window at the end of the corridor and a nearby cart and banged my head on the bottom of the reception desk. I quickly checked behind me and breathed out at a slightly higher velocity than normal in relief. I turned my head back around and jumped in shock. The apostle- Dark Me- was crouched under the table with me. I didn’t think, the Deceiver Sword appeared in my hands and I slashed diagonally upwards intending to cut through that “I’m gonna rape you in the ass” smile. The sword went right through Dark Me and nothing happened. I frowned. Did the Deceiver Sword...deceive me? Wait a sec. I waved my hand through Dark Me’s body. Like a ghost, the hand simply passed through him. What...I continued to wave my hand through it’s body until my hand passed through that area. I felt something hard, something cylindrical. My face turned white. Raped by a ghost? Is this how it’s gonna play out? and by a ghost that has my image too? Before I could lose my composure further, Dark Me faded away. I looked down at the object I was holding in my hand. It was a container. I stared at it for a moment.
Murloth’s Message (quest item)
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