Allrounder Monster

But Ciemnosc didn't just research like everyone else did as the book guided him to do it. Instead, Ciemnosc took the books as a clear idea of what to expect but followed whatever his bloodthirsty instincts allowed him to do. Just like he always does the whatever the fucks he wants to do. To put it bluntly, Ciemnosc would finish up each Creature, no matter their size and their hide, fur, and/or armor, and leaving them with each organ, each bone, each vein, and even things such as nails, claws, hairs, and their whole hide, scales or teeth fully separated without any visible damage whatsoever.

This wasn’t just Ciemnosc being a person with easy to adapt capabilities. He himself was just following what he wanted to do, and at first, he even thought himself to be too brutal, careless, and even using such an ugly method. But the more he saw some instructors around looking at him with their mouths wide agape, but their eyes that were also fully opened like saucers shined brighter than even the stars he had seen in the recent books he’s read through.

Ciemnosc was constantly watched by instructors, little girls— older than him —with big eyes which were at first disgust and rolling nonstop before fainting - to now showing clear respect and wanting his babies right then and there; ahem, but Ciemnosc was too much of a man that focuses in his work to care about mundane things.

So, while Ciemnosc blamed himself for not finding wifey early on to ‘meet’ these harlots head on and put them in their place onward to a nice and gentle road in their lives; he began giving silent classes in the Creature-focused laboratories for research purposes.

When it came to the flora though, Ciemnosc had a much different way of researching them. First of all, and to which he gained a great infamy over despite only a few people bothering to watch Ciemnosc do his own stuff without bothering anyone else. Ciemnosc would use the palm of his hands to gently probe their stems, petals, sepal, receptacles, and so on.

Once he felt that such plants and herbs in his hands were ready and had become attuned to him, Ciemnosc began his moving around with mostly his fingers and only using some tools whenever he needed to maintain them afloat in front of his face or to reach deeping into the said items’ bodies without the intention of hurting them.

In the end, once Ciemnosc was done with his research on his own herbs and plants, taking mental notes and even, from an all of a sudden need of doing so - drawing their different images when they were ‘dismantled’ and their properties before keeping such drawings in his main Covert Space bag; he would try to use them for alchemy, which he now knew it was the correct thing to call ‘it’ and that the creation of pills wasn’t a legend like he was told of before…

Entering an alchemy apprentice-like building where he just had to pay a tiny fee of 10 Inferior grade Powerful Stones, Ciemnosc began his path into alchemy at last. Beginning with the most simple and even wasting-like method of just getting a small cabin for himself, taking the cauldron out of its spot and directly burning the herbs and plants to ashes and even ‘worse’; or more - after having placed the necessary Inferior grade Powerful Stone under the stove because everyone can become so stingy.

Like this, Ciemnosc would spend his days within the alchemy section of his cultivation life. Examining and experimenting with all herbs and plants early on and later burning them to visualize their…thoughts, behavior, and even their devotedness, even if it was to just burn to death and be wasted. These such novel things that Ciemnosc was doing but that would be taken as the most stupid by even the most creative and dumb alchemists weren’t something he found in any book.

Obviously, since he could never read anything about such and he could only continue on sensing those strange ‘emotions’ like he was a receptor for each, and every type of and single flora.

Finding out things such as these herbs and plants not minding being wasted by him into ashes after playing with their bodies all he wanted, Ciemnosc became ever more fascinated, because to want to be sacrificed for individual knowledge couldn’t be any more insanely strange, and against nature itself.

Yet, the ones who were not just nature itself but that also contained, and cultivated with the purest form of energy in the entire world were willing to do just that and even to the point of being devoted. It all brought Ciemnosc to a whole new world that was as fun, enjoyable, and…universally immersive as dissecting Creatures’ corpses and then eating them back home with several different methods; because Ciemnosc has also become Ciemnosc the Culinary as well.

The records of his notes were now becoming more and more abundant, loaded, and full of novelties that this world didn’t ever have before. Only one thing it was missing, and it was actual experience in working as an alchemist, cook—?—, smither and as a Craftsperson as a whole.

But he couldn’t rush these. Ciemnosc opted for trying it out after, once he had come back from his first mission and had a bit more to think about. Doing one thing after thinking one thing wasn’t something he was taught to do, and with his Mother and Sister’s great love for him when raising this little shit up, he couldn’t fail them to now become the very godfuckingdamnit best in all that there is, right?

When it came to the smithing of equipment and weapons, ordinary ones of course, since those who can give birth to Mortal graded masterpieces could only be very old, ‘experienced’ and ultimately rich ones within any of the 4 major organizations in the world as well as some very, very few exceptions…

When Ciemnosc went to such buildings to practice once again after taking 3 day ‘break’ or so, he found himself getting once more country bumpkin-ed as he glanced at the extremely smooth and clean floor, walls, and ceiling with a large amount of already large chimneys all on top of each building of this type.

And that was only when looking at the reception, which was with exhibitions of not only some products made in there in order to boost up their image, but also live recording, ahem, streamings of people being in the middle of forging— creating —something, and they even seemed to reach about 200k viewers at the very least.

There were also several different manuscripts by some of the best Craftspeople that went to each store, and the store that Ciemnosc happened to be in had a Craftsman that managed to create a huge dildo for the ladies. It may seem very stupid but…it was rumored that this man had bought a large island thanks to his dildo’s earnings.

He was now living with his beauties and possibly populating the entire island, as for the rights of the dildo, all went to the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect, of course.

In any case, as Ciemnosc went inside his first cabin of a modernized level, in this world, he was awed once more!

A chimney the size of 6 Ciemnoscs, a total of 4 furnaces that were 2 Ciemnoscs and a half tall and about half a meter wide with their own fire-heating system which needed only half an Inferior grade Powerful Stone and it would work for 3 days straight. Yup, that’s right. Because it was only smithing and even more so in the process of smithing that even the most powerful furnaces still took so long for most of the most durable materials that there are out there to be at least melted by half…

With such things being necessary, one could only occupy a cabin for up to 3 weeks in a row, no more. And the price for occupying said cabin would be increased by a few Inferior grade Powerful Stones every couple of days.

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When Ciemnosc first began his practice on these new furnaces and implemented what he knew, what he learned from the books, and what he continued on to learn. He failed miserably a couple of times as he couldn’t get used to the fire of the furnaces and the way they burned and melted everything inside.

As such, only after the 2nd day was the boy able to get used to them, practically creating close to top notch equipment and weapons that he was very proficient in doing before. But after creating several hundreds of such and having spent a tiny amount of Inferior Powerful Stones in those materials, Ciemnosc sold them all to the store with a discount that’d allow him to stay a couple weeks for free and began doing a massive re-learning.

Specifically so for the sake of…learning how to do everything! Easily earning back the Inferior Powerful Stones he used to pay for a lot of materials and selling them right after creating them, Ciemnosc entered into a frenzy of forging new stuff from the smallest to the largest he could within his current resources in these kinds of cabins.

And he even created some other stuff with the inspiration coming from having been previously taught by Elder Apegos, where creating tools was never so…unique yet permeable at the same time. Ciemnosc created endless needles, smallish gauntlets that were even flexible as they were combined with some leather and even the mixture of tendons and among other elastic obvious parts of all kinds of Creatures’ bodies.

Even glasses weren’t out of the equation. As Ciemnosc simply went wild mixing some of his brand new learned tool-creation with his already learned and being re-learned creation of weaponry and armory, essentially focusing on new things and tool creation for the moment.

But, alas, time was short, and, when Ciemnosc least noticed it, the 4 days had already gone by and he had to go back to that mountain rock and keep on learning from Elder Apegos. What’s more. However, he would now be able to learn arrays! Exactly what has been in his mind ever since he came to the sect!!

. . .

On this day. Where Ciemnosc had already ‘opened his eyes’ and had come out of his bedroom on his way towards the streets in front of the Outer Sect Disciples’ enclave.

During these days, ever since he massacred so many of his fellow sect disciples in the stadium, and as he continued to flawlessly beat the crap out of 8th stage cultivators in the Spiritual Condensation Realm but refused to face those in the 9th stage despite having advanced to the 4th stage of the Spiritual Condensation Realm after the battles.

Ciemnosc has never again been bothered by any thug wannabe, perverted desperate, or bully who wanted to bully the poor, innocent boy. In fact, he was even avoided like a plague, which made no sense to Ciemnosc since strength was to be respected - he saw all that in his journey from a home that no longer exists up to here.

But that might as well be so, since the strong being feared aided Ciemnosc in his wet dreams of remaining alone all he wanted and no one, not even Toldes, coming to bother him.

Yet, just as he greeted the always scared shitless-every morning fatso at the casement on the wall to the left. Ciemnosc saw Valeria in her nice, tight suit for driving and waiting for him at the entrance.

“Hey, what’s up. Are ladies already forming up for me everywhere I go?” Ciemnosc greeted Valeria, gentlemanly. He also leered his eyes all over her, especially that waist…oof.

“Aha, have you brought your things? Remember, scouting and getting rid of any spies.” Valeria didn’t hide anything at all and even took out her helmet. Brandishing her man and woman conquering warm brown hair in the air to attract beauties and pretty boys, especially those of the likes of lewd dumbos such as Ciemnosc.

“Mhm, everything, ush.” Ciemnosc rolled his eyes while patting his left pocket, slapping his Cover Space bags, and making Valeria feel at ease as she put her helmet back on. Meanwhile, as she still did not put in on fully yet, Ciemnosc grabbed her waist before sitting on her motorcycle, which only seemed to have a bit more of hidden compartments than an ordinary motorcycle and almost had a quadricycle’s width.

In any case, as he took her waist before even sitting, Valeria, who was still in the midst of putting on her helmet felt his bad, bad boy in his pants push her forwards so that he could calmly adjust himself to not be blown away into the fucking sky…again; perhaps.

Feeling him push and push until she herself moved all the way up the front of her seat, she breathed in patiently, with Ciemnosc finally letting go of this little, dumb but enticing game and sitting all the way back up. She had to lean her body forth when at the highest speed after all, or she might not be able to avoid an accident on the road if it comes to it.

What she didn’t notice, was that she was sniffed of her hair tons of times by Ciemnosc, the good Boy.

Trckrr!

“Are you nervous for today?” Valeria asked, her bum coming all the way to the back of her seat and hooking up with Ciemnosc’s crotch once again, but her body looked damn fine, while Ciemnosc’s body behind her ruined the whole picture; one could still close their right or left eye and see most of the motorcycle and the young woman’s body while sacrificing the view of her damn fine small ass.

“For what? Mission or learning arrays?!” Since the motor was already on, Ciemnosc hugged Valeria’s waist and tummy harder, a thing becoming flattened and squashed as a result, making his eyes blink a lot of times.

“Both!” Valeria said, calmly and collected while making her way about 380 km/h amidst hundreds of others going at just 80 km/less than her and Ciemnosc. Without the cars around her coming close by even less than 1 meter, Valeria made quick work out of the road and advanced with Ciemnosc holding her tight, feeling his strong grip on him and his flaccid little snakey all unfolded on her bum-cheeks.

While on their way to the mountain rock, as they waved left and right, serpentine movements formed small friction and forced Ciemnosc to breathe more out than in, which he was doing with his lips protruding out and somewhat tense. Ciemnosc answered her question at last while sticking his head on her back. “Oh, I’m just fine. Just mad that I get to lose 3 days of learning on my own… But I at least won’t be missing Elder Apegos’s teachings.”

“Mm, I’ve been thinking about it. What about sparring with me a little when you grow older and stronger, hm?” Valeria said, lifting her body above her seat. As a result, Ciemnosc knew what to do, as he latched himself to her left thigh and smelled her pleasant scent and natural, womanly charming scent.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH~~!

“O-o-o- okay!” Ciemnosc yelled, not containing his smile as the motorcycle’s back began emanating a sort of energy after a light ‘pank’ was heard at the back of it and their speed went from 380 km/h at most to 500 km/h in the air. Just like that, Ciemnosc once again hugged her waist, as she lowered herself once more…

…Fuwuuop! Cruughghghhshshh~~ ~~ ~~... … …slide.

…After just around 8 minutes or so of driving and flying, Valeria rapidly yet nicely expertly done - landed her motorcycle a few tens of meters before the mountain-rock structure; the motorcycle continued sliding through the grass, making a mark here and there but not too noticeably, only half the entire garden outside the door becoming distasteful to look once Valeria was to be out of it.

In the end, a few tens of seconds after Valeria’s motorcycle stopped, and she and Ciemnosc were chatting with each other. Helmets off and their bodies no longer semi-borderline dry humping. The door of the mountain rock was opened, and from it came a grumpy faced old man in a wheelchair.

He gazed at the terrifying grass of the garden and said nothing about it. He looked at Ciemnosc, turning around with another wheelchair and leaving the door open. He went back inside and disappeared from their sight.

“There’s no Enaro, so no biggie, right? Go ahead and do your stuff. I know you are a good girl and wouldn’t want ‘master’ to know you’re hooking up a pretty little boy, which is a tendency in all over the sect nowadays.” Ciemnosc ‘humbly’ tugged at the taller than him Valeria. She smirked from the left corner of her mouth before ruffling his hair and taking a seat on her motorcycle.

“Do your best then, and also, try to not get your job’s credit stolen or that would be very stupid of you. Not like it happened to me or anything, by a stupid, skanky blondie or anything.” Valeria said right away, a ‘trckrr’ could be heard as she sped up and zoomed directly into the distance.

“...” Ciemnosc could only blink in return as he watched her take off in the distance, her pretty thin but muscular waist barely seen from the distance by Ciemnosc’s eyes. ‘How silly.’

Step, step step step…

Entering back into the mountain rock after a ‘long’ time, Ciemnosc felt smallish butterflies in his belly, remembering the sensation when building that Synergized Equatrend Mobilizer, it felt good back then, and he would now learn array formations. So it would feel even better now!

Yet, just as he stepped into the mountain-rock building, Elder Apegos came from below the large desk, yet he was nowhere to be seen behind the large desk. Ciemnosc had to walk up to finally see a large and wide trapdoor mechanism open, he only wasted a couple seconds watching it before rushing downwards, and as he did, Elder Apegos’s voice came from farther below. Adding to that the fact that Ciemnosc had deciphered higher realms’ reading with his Spirit Sense, he could now see Elder Apegos’s at the Spirit Gathering Realm 2nd stage.

“Come over here, kid. Array formations can’t be simply shown ‘outside’ when one is going to learn it. Hurry up and don’t waste my time before I get cold feet.”

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