Scepticus just stood there. He started laughing maniacally. Valrock, annoyed by Scepticus’ laughing, punched Scepticus through the gut. Valrock felt Scepticus’ blood trickle down his arm. Valrock set his fist a flame. “This is the peak of a Phoenix Flame fist user,”. Scepticus stopped laughing and coughed up blood and was set ablaze at the same time. Then he said four words. “Go on. Kill me,”. As soon as he uttered those words Scepticus’ hands grew back and he threw a punch at Valrock setting Valrock on fire, however he was immune to his own flames. Suddenly with a bang, the fire around Scepticus turned black with purple sparks flying here and there. Scepticus’ stomach slowly started swirling and there was no longer a hole there.
Valrock stared open eyed at Scepticus. “Are you even human?” he asked. “Yes and No. I’m pretty sure you might find out when you die”. Scepticus then used ‘10 Fold Cut’ and killed Valrock by first dismembering his hand and legs before cutting off Valrock's head. Valrock’s head fell to the ground with his body, lying in a pool of blood. Scepticus then saw Valrock’s soul move somewhere into the crowd of souls behind him. Scepticus then said “Your battle helped me out quite a bit. I somehow never thought of using my fire for defence since transmigrating. Defence is quite crucial as a swordsman,”. Scepticus then saw the annoying archers. “Hell’s Pyre,” he said before enveloping a lot of the archers in flames. One of them managed to escape as Scepticus saw his aura as alive.
“That’s actually pretty convenient,” he said. He then ran to the archer who was hiding behind the tree. As the archer realised that Scepticus was in behind the tree he was hiding behind, he fell down and started muttering to himself, “I’m dead. Aren’t I? So dead…”. “Yo. Mind helping me out?” Scepticus asked. “Huh. You aren’t killing me?” the archer asked back. “I will. If you don’t answer my questions that is,” replied Scepticus. “Ok, I’ll answer them,” he whimpered in a terrified voice. “What bandit group do you work in? What is it called?” Scepticus asked. “It's called Mortuus flumen. It means ‘Dead River’. We call ourselves ‘Mortuus flumen’ because we dispose of the bodies we kill into a river by which our base is located”.
Suddenly a black smoke started forming from behind the archer. A figure in a cloak which went past its legs started hovering behind the archer. “Shit I spoke too much!” the archer said whilst trying to scamper away. The figure materialised a scythe in its hand and then stabbed the archer from the back through the stomach whilst lifting up the scythe. The archer’s body slowly went further and further into the blade. Eventually the archer died. “Another goddamn stereotypical situation,” Scepticus said. The figure turns towards Scepticus. “Well,” the figure says, “We reap what we sow, I guess,”. The figure then starts charging at Scepticus. “Hell nah. I ain’t dealing with this,” said Scepticus. Scepticus started to run further into the forest.
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Scepticus had just finished a battle so the last thing he was expecting was to fight a thing which looked like a reaper. He ran further into the forest until he noticed a cave. Scepticus rushed towards whilst saying, “Here we go again. I hope there’s no necromancers this time,” he said sarcastically. Weirdly enough as soon as Scepticus entered the cave the figure stopped chasing him and instead was waiting for him outside the cave. Scepticus then said, “Seriously, you’re just going to wait there?”. The figure didn’t respond. “Wow,” Scepticus said. Suddenly he heard a rumble. Not from the cave. But from his stomach. “Oh come on. This is just great. I was just outside too,” he said before sliding down with his back against the cave wall and hugging his legs.
Scepticus then looked more closely at the aura. It was an aura of death. But it was much stronger than the ones he had seen in the cave previously. The aura was almost making fun of his aura just by standing there. “Probably S-rank at the minimum. I stand no shot against that thing,” he said. “Well I can’t believe I’m doing this again but here we go. Oh yeah before that let me check my stats,”. Scepticus then shuffled through his pocket to get the card. Scepticus had just noticed but there was a small thin blade on one of the sides of the card. Scepticus then cut his finger against the blade before letting a drop of blood fall onto the card.
The card lit up revealing his stats. Strength: 90, Stamina: 90, Health: 70, Agility: 70 and Magic: 85. “My health went up considerably compared to the other stats. I mean I did lose both of my arms, was punched through the stomach and lit on fire. Well the fire didn’t really burn,”. Scepticus continued scanning the screen until he noticed he had a new skill. It was called ‘Blitz’. “Hmmmm… we’ll see what that does in battle later on. Or should I spoil myself with the description?” he asked himself. He clicked on the skill and read its description. “Ooh this is interesting for a skill,”. Scepticus then shifted his vision to the side of the skill name and then looked at the skill’s rank. It was S. “My second S-rank. But this one is different. In brackets it has the words(evolvable)”.
Scepticus then kept the card in his pocket before progressing deeper into the cave. It kept on getting darker and darker. At one point Scepticus grabbed a somewhat burned torch stick and set it ablaze. “It appears someone’s been here before,” he said whilst staring at his torch. Scepticus then looked around the cave. He could see lots of skulls. Be it human or animals. “Someone’s been having a skele ton of fun down here,”. Scepticus then slapped his forehead. “That was a terrible pun. I think I’m going crazy from hunger,”. Scepticus then trudged deeper and deeper into the cave, seeing more and more skulls and now even entire skeletons. Something had been in here. And it was hungry.