A situation in which Nightcrawler had no choice but to laugh.
'I believed in the Berserker Dao and proposed a bet, but there is no Berserker Dao? What's this…!'
Even Nightcrawler couldn't figure out where the twist came from.
"…"
'Does that bitch have anything to do with that?'
Clearly blind her attack and speed up her fighting style against demons.
Doing so, she pondered that the Berserker Dao trait couldn't be left when she saw the achievement.
But just because it's an unexpected situation doesn't mean she can't stay idly by like this.
Time was still dwindling at a rapid rate.
[00:06:56_21]
[00:06:56_20]
[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' raises the question of how you will complete the bet in the remaining time.]
[Three unnamed tribulators wonder what choice you will make.]
'Ah'
Letting out a deep breath. Caress her bangs over her ear.
'It can't be helped.'
Nightcrawler quickly scrolled down the list. Look at the Trait at the bottom.
'If it's a Trait that can draw the strongest destructive power from here, this would be…
306. Warlock (Secret!)
Vixian Bell-Dharam and the three other tribulators that are currently watching Nightcrawler would all tilt their heads if they could hear her thoughts now.
True, the Runebound Slayer was a secret trait, but in the first place, it was a class that was close to a defensive type (secondary trait), not an offensive type (primary trait).
[Warlock]
An ancient species that once lived on the sixth earth, that only its trait
passed through mysticism and is extremely rare, even for those who remember it.
A trait that can handle Ether and the art of war.
[Do you want to choose warlock as your Primary trait? Y/N]
In truth, Nightcrawler had a hard time figuring out why this was included in her selection—As if it was all planned.
Traits are decided based on achievement and records, but that is why Nightcrawler showed a fighting style far from Ether.
But whatever it was intended for or the reason why, as she could use Ether well, she could use it.
Most Importantly, she needs to show off a power that is no less than that of a D-rank Walker with it.
Also, with this trait, she might be able to reach the desirable final Trait.
'The work of drawing Ether is quite tiring, but... Rather, it might have been better. In terms of destructive power, this would rather have the upper hand.'
Besides, it is very cumbersome for a Berserker Dao to control the spread of insanity as the Battle gets longer.
'Lack of Battle: If I tattooed my body with Ether, that should be enough.'
As soon as Nightcrawler had organized her thoughts, she immediately pressed the 'Y' button.
Instantly, blue messages popped up in succession, filling her retina.
Tiling!
Tiling!
['Warlock' was selected as the first Trait!]
[Changed to 'Warlock'!]
[Agility increased by 5.]
[Strength increased by 5.]
[Ether power had increased by 5.]
[A new stat, 'Mental, has been added.]
[A new stat, 'Cultivation, has been added.]
['Trait Skill: Lowest Ether Cultivation] has been created.
[Trait Skill: Lowest Ether Imprintation has been created.]
Out of all the messages, only one caught her eye: one of her previous lost stat.
'Oh, cultivation is back.'
A faint smile formed on her face.
More messages popped up as well.
[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' is greatly astonished by your choice!]
[The unnamed tribulator seizes laughter.]
[An unnamed constellation questions your tactics.]
The Tribulators and Constellations watching Nightcrawler responded that they couldn't understand each other.
Using Ether is a task, but making Ethers was not so easy, and it was never an area that only Novices could use in practice.
Moreover, right now, Nightcrawler doesn't have the materials and tools to make Ethers or even geometric arrays to enchant them.
Of course, she couldn't help but be confused. Whether they reacted like that or not
Nightcrawler didn't care at all and quickly checked her Trait skills.
[Lowest Ether Cultivation.]
Ethers can be cultivated. The higher the skill level, the higher the understanding of the essences, the higher the success rate, and the shorter the production time.
Skill Level: 1
Type: Dao trait, active cultivation
Enhancement: Essence Creation
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[Lowest Ether Imprintation]
Apply the ether you've made to the target you want. As the skill level increases, the objects that can be given Ethers vary from object to person.
Skill Level: 1
Type: trait. active. Buff.
Enhancement: Enchantment.
…
'As expected, these two popped out this time. That's it.'
Currently, there are 5 minutes left.
Nightcrawler's uncertainty activated the skill.
['Skill: Lowest Ether Imprintation' is activated!]
[Additional stats by 35 to Mental stats, 0–35]
[Additional stats: 24]
[Additional stats were consumed by Cultivation stats (0–24)]
[Additional stats: 0]
[The probability of success of the skill increases as the stat rises!]
When the emerald ambiance to indicate the skill activation appeared on the tip of her right hand, Nightcrawler drew an Ancient enchantment with her index finger on Vampiric's Funagglelimb.
Paaaa!
Fuwaaaak!
Blood splattered over the top. A terrible pain followed, but Nightcrawler didn't blink an eye as the blood overflowed.
Regardless, she drew long geometric patterns, runic symbols, different arrays, and a schematic circulatory system on the surface of Vampiric's Funagglelimb.
Crimson blood turns Black like ink, as inscriptions engraved themselves on the white sword become vivid as the twilight. As the ink began to shade their outer blackness, revealing an emerald ambiance, the blade of ['Vampiric's Funagglelimb'] trembled.
'I never thought those 999 playthroughs weren't in vain; those inscriptions were an agony of what I could achieve, enemies who stopped my way, and friends who sacrificed their lives to pave a path for me.'
'All were useful.'
['Vampiric's Funagglelimb' had been designated as a temporary systematic ten-layer array.]
Soon as Nightcrawler saw the green message, she began to draw the languages of constellations at high speed.
Blood of Earth and Water
The water of Twilight joins the stars beneath the earth, drenched with blood.
To trace the way to the seven heavens, a path must be engraved—steps of a thousand stones—a conduit.
As the conduit, the body and soul will temper the intensity of one's desire while still allowing it to display its intensity.
The intensity burst the seas of consciousness with rage and surged with one's spirit!
One's heart, as the medium, neutralizes the ferocity of one's spirit but still allows it to show its rage.
When the sea of consciousness and one's heart meet within one’s awareness, they will come together and fuse.
The act of combining one's sea consciousness to tint it black and one's heart red allows one to temper their spirit and unlock potential from one's hunger while creating what one could imagine!
One's imagination represents a breakthrough from one's limitations, creating perfection!
The perfection of a thousand steps to ascension paving and saving shattered stars
…
Languages flowing with blood Paintbrush with the index finger and middle finger. There were many texts she engraved. Thanks to this, there was no hesitation at all.
As if it were a cursive, the cleanliness could be seen; for that reason, every stroke that composes the character is very sharp and has a vibrant meaning.
['Skill: Lowest Ether Imprintation' is activated]
[The Ethers of Shattered Stars are imprinted!]
[The Ethers of Shattered Stars are imprinted!]
[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' reads your thoughts and sheds laughter.]
It was only then that Vixian Bell-Dharam understood Nightcrawler's aim.
Blood is the body element with the most cultivational and etherical powers of a cultivator, and it was also the most effective medium when releasing it to the outside.
Nightcrawler used this very conjuration to use ['Vampiric's Funagglelimb'] as a systematic ten-layer array without having to prepare any other tools for making ethers and then committed the nonsensical act of imprinting Ether as well.
As the ['Vampiric Funagglelimb'] is an Heirloom that Vixian Bell-Dharam received from her father, no matter how many options are locked, it will be far superior to any conjurate array.
[An Immortal tribulator, 'Scribe of the Heavens,' wonder how you, a novice, know about making Ethers and constellation languages.]
'That's done it.'
Momentarily, Nightcrawler drew the last and fifth language, [Vampiric's Funagglelimb] Momentarily, Nightcrawler drew the last and fifth language on the [Vampiric's Funagglelimb], it shook violently as if it was about to explode.
[With great concentration and cultivation, you never failed to create and imprint Ethers!]
[The skill level has risen!]
[The skill level has risen!]
[As a reward, 'Shattered Star Ethers' will stack for 1 minute!]
[Ether power had been exhausted.]
[You have become hungry.]
'Ah, Ah, Ah.'
Nightcrawler grunted and groaned sharply.
'Whoa, whoa, whoa!'
Nightcrawler forcibly grabbed her mind, drifting with vertigo momentarily, and drew ['Vampiric's Funagglelimb'] diagonally.
[00:03:15_03]
[00:03:05_ 02]
The remaining time is 3 minutes.
Overflowing with power in exchange for the drainage of physical essence. But it wasn’t enough.
To sweep away the seven crimson mountains in front of her and even subdue the Titan of Hell spirits.
'And Shamna gorillas. Let's get moving.'
* * *
According to the manual arrays distributed by the military, it was stipulated that if ordinary people were caught in a random lull, posts must be divided according to what they were given.
Shield troopers guide the outer.
Swordsmen and spearmen guide the inner
Emitter (which uses Ether as a primary trait) to guide the ordinary people at the center.
The array's formation was arranged according to each position, and the main command was taken by the walker or a soldier.
Respectively, Lieutenant Damie Anna-Sung, who is both a soldier and a Walker, could be said to be a perfect fit for the current situation.
'Align Properly, any danger could appear anytime.'
She seldom concentrated on leading the people.
Then, explosions rampaged beyond the crimson mountain, far ahead than before.
Nightcrawler was proceeding ominously. But the ground shook fiercely as the explosion got louder than she had ever heard.
As people's eyes naturally turned in that direction. Incremental earthquakes, thick smoke, and flames were soaring in the distance.
"Wow, what's that?"
"Aren't the demons going to attack us?"
"Then, what will happen?"
"How the hell are things going... awry?"
People focused on the message. As a result, they had no idea what the hell was going on in the distant future.
The 'Dark Heiress' they know is just an ordinary gamer. But they couldn't believe she was such a big hit.
Of course, this's not to say that there are cases where hidden talents among walkers suddenly bloom. But even if they tried to understand that, another problem arose.
Demons were beyond monsters and should never be taken lightly. Not only do they have brains that are much smarter than most monsters with unusual strength and viciousness, but in the case of those who live in groups or lead a clan, the problem has increased several times.
What if they accidentally touched the habitat where they lived and a demon wave arose here?
That's when the worst-case scenario happens.
So it would be nice if anyone could venture into the crimson mountains and find out what's going on.
The problem was that for now, no one dared to leave the safety zone.
For ordinary people, Hell's Gate is like a catastrophe where no matter what happens within—good or bad fortune—it will not be strange.
The only Walker, Lieutenant Damie Anna-Sung, had to protect and command them as a soldier, so she, too, couldn't go out.
Eventually, people were clinging to the message window that popped up in front of their retinas each time, relying solely on guesses.
It's for that reason that formation arrays are deployed in emergencies.
Cold sweat drenched the hands holding each weapon. Spit is swallowed each time an explosion occurs as if the mountain shatters. Hoping nothing would happen.
However.
Tiling!
[Walker, 'Nightcrawler Neolle, starts the boss raid!]
[Clan leaders: Shamna gorilla and Titan of Hell spirit.]
"Uh, What…?"
"Two bosses raid? Already?"
"Damn it, for sure! She's going to die prematurely."
Each new blue message spits out swear words.
No matter how confident a walker is in her or his skills, how dare one touch a clan boss?
Even the Shamna gorilla and Titan of Hell spirits were among the large demons commonly known to the general public due to their dangers. But together, that danger had skyrocketed.
Both demons were hot, fierce, and venomous, turning an ox species into roasted and acidic meat with just bare exposure.
It was clear that if such demons left their place, more damage would happen than just a Demon wave.
'Uh…! She was like that in the game, but in the end, here as well!'
The previous young lass, Jean D. Volkmagen, who talked ill behind Nightwalker, sharpened her teeth.
'I don't know how Night, who was just a drug addict, developed Walker's talent; eventually, she wanted to cause trouble to the people by going crazy.'
"Hey, soldier! What should we do now?"
"Right! It seems we're all going to die!"
People turned to the Military member, Lieutenant Damie Anna-Sung. Who sighed lightly and uttered sharply.
"As I said, everyone should calm down and stay in place."
"But…!"
The people insisted on voicing their opinion.
"I get it and understand your opinion. But if any of you disrupt the arrays, everyone will die."
Lieutenant Damie Anna-Sung wasn't shaken by the public opposition. She was trying to hide her disorganized side because she knew what was going on.
Eventually, people glanced at each other anxiously but kept their positions in the arrays.
'To think, I got caught up in a non-programmatic gate this badly...!'
Lieutenant Damie Anna-Sung barely let out a sigh. Fortunately, unlike the other people, she had a ray of hope.
She could see an emerald-colored dazzling light mixing through the dark smoke amidst the crimson atmosphere brightened by the crimson sun.
'An ambiance that appears when a critical blow hits. If correct, one has a chance...!"
'Among Walkers, the emerald ambiance was a standard evaluation as excellent Ether control for critical blow hits.'
It only happens when far more difficult conditions are met, such as giving a fatal effective blow that reduces the monster's stamina in large quantities, and being able to fully control Ether, unfolding essential unique fighting techniques without uncertainty or unnecessary drainage.
But now... Such a vivid emerald ambiance glow was constantly bursting, akin to a shattering star!
The sky was filled with more of it than black soot or crimson flames.
'What the hell is going on over there?'
A series of critical hits against two clan bosses in a 2-Star Hell's Gate?
Also, considering that it's a solo play, there were very few Walkers who could do that, even at level 40.
But now the solo walker was even a Novice.
If it's known to the public, it'll be an event that the whole Xuan continent will be talking about it for a while.
Or perhaps she was watching the moment when the Walker would pave the way to ascension.
THUD!
SHACK!
Just then, two loud explosions with an emerald ambiance filled the air, but the explosion faded like an erupted, faded star.
And then a new Hell's Gate message popped into their eyes.
[Successful in Slaining Two Boss Demons at Once: 'Shamna Gorilla and Titan of Hell Spirit]
'What?'
Unknowingly, Lieutenant Damie Anna-Sung inhaled a large, empty wind.
[Successfully Conquered the First Compartment Required for 'Hell's Gate Mission: Restitution']
[Temporary ranking is the first step for ascension.]
The message went on quickly, without the others saying a word.
[Hell's Gate Path of Ascension Ranking]
Out of scale: 5,000 points—6,000 path steps.
1st. Nightcrawler Neolle (4,999 points—5888 path steps)
2nd place. Damie Anna-Sung (1 point—unknown steps)
3rd place. does not exist.]
[Compensation is paid differently according to performance and ranking.]
[Compensation is paid differently according to the step taken.]
'I'll be damned; this is crazy.'
Lieutenant Damie Anna-Sung sighed with respect.