“Quid est? Audax mortalis? Denique.” The necromancer ahead of me said as he stopped summoning his share of the minion horde. He sent his hand forward and completely stopped me as I jumped at him. “Tam turpe stultus es. De vobis homines cogitatis, cum omnes estis insecti.” The nano-chatte would’ve probably translated whatever they just said, but I had to rely on my latin classes I mostly forgot thanks to the nano-chatte not being with me. Was he talking about an insect? He also said something about an idiot and a mortal.
Their telekinetic hold over me was inescapable. I could barely move, but unfortunately for the necromancer, a little bit of movement is all I need to reach the trigger of my shotgun. I pepper him with three shots before they let me go to cover their face. I jumped at the necromancer again but he telekinetically grabbed me and slammed me against the sand. The dust cloud gave me enough time to shoot at the necromancer’s eye with my rifle.
“Pro gratia bonitatis. Sentire possum illam glandem in cranio meo.” The necromancer can feel what in his where? The brief moment of confusion was just what the necromancer needed. They summoned several ghoulish wraiths. The ectoplasm of the wraiths was covered by patches of skin that were somehow sewed onto the hate filled ghosts. I used the Revifiers blessing on my rifle to try and instil holiness into my bullets. Holiness was an attribute… right?
Fortunately for me, it was an attribute, and the wraiths shrunk down once my bullets sliced through their ectoplasm. The ghoulish skin remained, which allowed the wraiths to regenerate. I would need to destroy them physically and spiritually to fully get rid of them. The wraiths grabbed me as the necromancer readied a blast of dark energy. There had to be something I could do! Maybe… no, that wouldn’t work, right?
My body was a weapon. I could put attributes on weapons. Holiness cleanses darkness, and holiness is an attribute. It might’ve been risky wrapping myself in holy energy when the main goddess of this world hates me, but it was either that or death by a laser of dark energy.
My skin brightened as the hands of the wraiths around me went limp. The dark energy cut right through one wraith but was stopped by the holiness surrounding me. I grabbed the two other wraiths and tossed them into the energy, and then ran right into it. I jump at the necromancer again, and manage to get a grip on their face. They were a skeleton. I grabbed the half finished rocket launcher and aimed it at their face.
“Exspecta... Quomodo tu? Qui sunt– Oh... Deus damnat Revifier.” They stood there, uncaring as I infused the rocket launcher with holiness to make sure the necromancer died from the explosion, and then I shot him point blank.
The explosion roared out in a brilliant light show of every variation of grey that existed. When the dust settled, the necromancer was down on the ground, injured, but not dead. They telekinetically lifted themselves up and summoned wave upon wave of basic wraiths that disappeared after touching me. The necromancer’s arms shook as they grabbed several chunks of solid sand to throw at me, but with the necromancer overusing his telekinetic powers, the sand didn’t even reach me. The necromancer collapsed and looked down, giving up again. I pressed my shotgun against their head and shot at them one last time. The necromancer collapsed, and I got five notifications at once.
Five level ups from one kill… jesus christ. I stopped applying holiness to my body and looked down to see my hand was a lot skinnier and wrinkly. I had a beard for some reason, and my hair was entirely white. The change inherent to holiness probably caused ageing- which was the only change all humans face- to become faster within my body. I’d need the nano-chatte to fix me asap.
Right as I turned towards the battle between the necromancer and red haired woman, she flew right at me. I tried to stop her momentum but my aged body was too weak and was flung along with her. She grabbed me and stabbed the ground with her sword to slow us down.
“What’s the situation?” I got up immediately, cracking my back as I straightened it.
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“We’re so done.” She said before looking at me “Why are you old now? Hold on, don’t I know you from somewhere?” Oh, right, I was a streamer. The necromancer looked directly at us and at the corpse of one of their own, and then blew out a dark smog that teleported another two necromancers to the necromancer.
“Done? Nah, we got this. What could three necromancers do to us?” She shakily gets up, using her sword as a crutch.
“Kill us. I don’t know how you actually managed to kill one, but it probably has something to do with you looking old. Don’t tell me you sacrificed years of your life for power.” I mentally face-palmed after she said that. I quietly began choosing my rewards for levelling up. I finally level up my dexterity to S-tier. Chose having a 10% chance that my bullets would explode on contact. Chose light armour specialisation, which gave me a bonus to speed and accuracy based on how light my armour or clothes were. I chose “Now or never” which doubled my damage if the enemy was unhurt or barely hurt.
“No, of course not. I’ll explain it to you later” My level ten ability was different from the others. It gave a game changing skill. While other skills were small percentage increases, the level ten ability was on par with a godly blessing. There were three of them, but only one caught my eye. “Bullet Hell” was the ability to telekinetically control bullets after they've been shot out. They would only stop after impacting someone. It could only be used for one minute each time I activated it, and had a cooldown of a couple hours.
“What’s the plan then? Even your armour can’t come up with a scenario where we win.” Of course it couldn’t. Not only did the nano-chatte lack hope and creativity, but it also didn’t know about my five level ups. Without giving her any context, I just shot the last rocket I had at the sky. “...Are you stupid or something?” She said.
“Look, pal, let me do my thing, and you do your thing.” I activated my ability and started moving the rocket so it would hit the necromancers from the back. As soon as it exploded they flew right at us. They were already extremely damaged, so I used my newly acquired speed to run right at them, and to kick one of the three away. The red haired woman should be able to deal with two extremely damaged necromancers, and the XP from the necromancers would be better used on her rather than me
I shot several volleys in the air using my shotgun, and controlled every pellet to go around whatever minions the necromancer would summon. The pellets left the necromancer a hole riddled mess. I checked that it was dead, and when I looked back, I was greeted with the nano-chatte jumping at me. The suit enveloped me once more, and my separation from the nano-chatte was over once again.
“She finally levelled up to the point of not needing me. Her name’s Anna by the way, but don’t tell her I told you that.” The nano-chatte said.
“Alright, good to know, Can you reverse my age now?” The amour tightened and stuck to my skin as a thousand needles impaled me at once. I was confused for a second, but then realised that it was probably just injecting nano-machines in every part of my body. After another five seconds, the armour went back to normal, I could feel my strength returning to me.
“There. Now, what do we do about that brain damaged cultist?” The nano-chatte spoke with the irritation of somebody who had to share the brain with a self sacrificial person.
“He’s a reincarnator.” If the nano-chatte didn’t have perfect control over itself, I’m pretty sure it would’ve gasped.
“What? How would you even know– Hold on, did this primitive make a good point? He’s weirdly interested in the gods, used an attack far too powerful for an early game cultist, and had complete confidence in his own predictions, almost like someone with main character syndrome.” Oh come on, I thought we already moved on from the nano-chatte calling me a primitive.
The moment the last necromancer was slain by the woman, the hoard of half skeleton half wraiths disappeared, and the dungeon was officially cleared. All of us were sucked out and thrown right outside the dungeon, where I grabbed the cultist boy.
“Look pal, you better start explaining everything or I’ll kill you so hard that there won’t be a soul left to be reincarnated.”