Mark awoke from his sleep.
The feeling he felt from doing so was euphoric, as he seemed liberated from something that he couldn't quite describe so Mark checked his stats to see the new changes.
Name; ????(Mark Dalius) temporary
Race: ????
Title: Cursed by !@:$"%
SKILLS...
Regeneration Level 10 (tier limit) > Greater regeneration level 1
Sharp claws level 10 (tier limit) > Bloody Spurs level 1
Natural Armor level 10 (tier limit) > Scales level 1
Sneak level 10 (tier limit) > Lurk Level 1
Assassinate level 10 (tier limit) Silent Kill level 1
Increased strength level 10 (tier limit) greater strength level 1
Increased stamina level 5
Magic resistance level 5
----------------(Racial locked))
----------------(Racial locked)
Greater regeneration level 1: grants a 1000% increase in active regeneration at the cost of stamina, a 300% increase in passive regeneration at no cost.
Bloody Spurs level 1: grants iron tier weapon-like spurs with aggressively infectious blood on each spur.
Scales level 1: Provides natural scale-like armor that interlinks with one another reducing received damage from any physical attacks by 5%, defensive abilities can rival steel tier armor.
Lurk Level 1: lowers the chance of being detected in plain sight and by magic by 48%, +20 when blending with shadows, presence will be comparable to a regular mouse scurrying about when active.
Silent Kill level 1: anyone who dies by this skill, Silently, will grant invisibility for 10 seconds to the user along with the body. if the kill wasn't silent grants 10 seconds to be seen by nearby enemies within 200 feet of the user.
Greater strength level 1: grants 100X boost in strength, but doubles the usage of stamina for any action.
Interesting change but the last two were disturbing as it wasn't letting him see what it was as it held the message 'racial locked' as for whether it was good or not, he didn't know as only time will tell and while the information was there for the majority of the skills, it felt... off, as if some of the important details for some of them were missing.
While it was an odd thought, Mark trusted his instincts more than ever subconsciously so he didn't completely believe the details he received as blindly believing that this 'status menu' and its other options may lead to the death of him, as for why he thought that no real reason other than a gut feeling.
The cave he was in seemed smaller now as the Silk was enjoying its freedom while riding on the goblin girl's head that was now shivering at the sight of Mark as he crawled out of the cave.
'Looking scarier than ever' at least that's what Silk mentioned in a cheerful tone as it trusted him rather deeply even if this was just the second day they were together.
Mark shook his head at their antics and headed to the nearby stream to see his new looks as he was trying to get used to the added weight, hard to control strength, as his frame slouched over more from the spurs as his tail was looking similar to a certain Kaijuu that was famous in Japan, the parts that Mark could see looked more bone-like while it was skinny it was due to how much more compact his frame was compared to before.
A simple step made his feet sink into the ground a few inches letting him know how much heavier he was now despite his limbs looked like stilts and bones from his torso, arms, and legs were protruding out as if he starved himself for so long.
It didn't take long for him to reach the river stream as NONE of the local monsters wanted to even try their luck against him.
He looked ghastly, sinister, as his pale grey skin had a darker hue now, and he wasn't faceless anymore as he had two white glowing spheres in place of where his eyes should be and his mouth was filled with a few rows of razor teeth while some of the longer ones peeked out slightly from the edges of his lips with no nose, if a certain bandit saw this he'd be pissing himself even more, as the spurs on his body had red tips, as red fluid dripped from each tip.
It was quite a satisfying change as Mark was excited to try his new form, upon returning back he was greeted with a sight that was best left unmentioned since the spider seemed to be having quite a bit of fun tying the goblin up in a certain turtle knot.
Mark decided to ignore the blushing female goblin as the bindings sunk into some crevices, but the news that Silk reported made him remember one of the monsters that he struggled against for the first time as it mentioned a few orc camps around that had some powerful monsters to test himself against.
The orc that nearly killed him at the collapsed outpost.
Oh how he was struggling so hard not to charge toward the orc camp's direction for some sweet revenge.
However, He wanted to know how much he can handle from these orcs compared to his last deathmatch with one and which one had the least population considering how large the forest he was in their numbers may be more or less the same amount as the goblin's camp.
So by spamming the hell out of lurk, and the number of camps was more than what silk reported as it has been over 2 years since the last visit around to distribute armor as it turns out goblins are extremely dexterous when it comes to their craftsmen should a goblin get lucky enough to receive that skill.
The funny coincidence, though, was that the goblin under silk had such a skill which would explain the lack of fighting capability and its cowardly nature as it seemed to be enjoying the treatment the spider was currently giving her, as Mark face turned strange from the sight as the damned goblin was wriggling for more!
Mark covered his face with one hand before asking Silk to hide in the cave as he will be hunting for some pork, as he was leaving the spider asked him to bring some prey (living ones), at least, so that Silk could practice some of its skills on them to which he nodded to then left.
While Silk the spider had a strange gleam in its eyes as it watched Mark leave for the orcs.
As the damned goblin made some disgusting moans in the background!