Elidranthia Shadowstep, Blessed of the [Killing Star That Wanders The Cosmos]

Blessing Tier 1: [The Crimson Larva]

Enlightenment Rate: 12%

Metamorphosis Conditions: [Locked]

Current Perks:

· Fearlessness

· Eyes of Terror Evocation

· Adaptation

Skills:

1. Keen Perception

2. Aerial Grace

3. Visionary Mastery

4. Featherweight Descent

5. Lethal Precision

6. Umbral Concealment

7. Fleet-footed Sprint

I finally understood the meaning behind that rejuvenating feeling. Every time I killed a monster, it filled me with energy. The increase was minimal for goblins, but it surged significantly after dispatching that ape.

[Enlightenment Rate] had finally seen an increase. The answer to what influenced it was always there, but I had refused to acknowledge it.

A sigh escaped me as I surveyed the forest from the branch I was perched upon. The night had receded, and dawn was approaching.

A sudden sharp pain interrupted my thoughts. [Adaptation] persisted, but it wasn't the current priority. For the past two hours, I had been trying to recover and preserve my mana. [Keen Perception] took precedence, fueled by paranoia, even though nothing had triggered it. Now, after finally restoring my mana, I triggered it.

[Adaptation]

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Since I was young, I had been fascinated by biology, spending every available moment delving into the intricate puzzle gifted to me at birth: cancer. I was driven to understand every aspect of my body—what made it move, what defined its existence. Biology wasn't just a subject I enjoyed; it was an obsession.

In an instant, something changed. The minutest details of the injury flooded my mind as I activated [Adaptation]. It was a different experience from the last time I used it.

This time, I understood it immediately. Whereas before, I sought to enhance aspects of my body, now I focused on reverting it back to its original state—where no injury existed.

I honed in on the sensation.

I could feel them—the ruptured blood vessels around the injury site. Not just one, but three ribs were fractured. My body had responded immediately, forming a clot to halt the bleeding.

This was where [Adaptation] came into play.

A sudden inflammation followed. [Adaptation] commanded, and my body obliged. Immune cells and growth factors rushed to the injury site, initiating tissue repair. Soft callus, a delicate network of collagen and cartilage, stabilized the fractured ends of the ribs.

I felt it as the soft callus was replaced by a hard callus composed of stronger, more organized bone tissue. The cartilage gave way to harder bones. I knew this process—it was endochondral ossification.

All of this happened in an instant. What should have taken months was accomplished before my thoughts could even keep up.

But I didn't have the time to be amazed. [Adaptation] didn't stop. Excess bone tissue obeyed its command and took the exit. The bone reshaped itself to its original form, and I finally felt [Adaptation] going dormant.

The mana consumption wasn’t too much. Even though it was just three fractured ribs, I understood how powerful the process was.

Another thing became clear: [Adaptation] acted based on my knowledge. I knew it the moment I activated it. The skill scoured my memories, acting once it had found a script. It was a weird feeling, one that I had no words to articulate.

I touched the part of my chest that was searing from pain moments ago. There was no pain. I quickly jumped down from the tree and ran around. It was as if the injury had never existed.

It never ceased to amaze me how powerful my skills were. Not just the skills, but the magic itself was awe-inspiring. Light magic, known for its healing properties, could perform miracles.

The entire system of magic, how it twisted and bent the rules of the universe, the molecular significance of it all left me speechless once again.

If I had possessed this power in my past life, I might have …cured my own cancer. It seemed like a trivial thought, but the implications were powerful.

A part of me wanted to collapse under the weight of the grandeur that magic held, how powerful it was.

However, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind. There was no time to ponder the mysteries of magic.

The sounds of an ongoing battle persisted, urging me to focus on the present.

I had a clear picture of what was happening. There must have been a skirmish between monsters and a pack of Thunderquill Foxes.

I had a more compelling reason than ever to hunt these monsters. In preparation for the future, I needed to reach an enlightenment rate of 100 percent.

I didn’t know what would happen then, but I wouldn’t find out until I reached it. I wanted to see to what extent I could push myself.

I moved once again, this time toward the noise of the ongoing battle.