The feeling of being so liberated was so intoxicating that Mark couldn't help but check his new status~.
Current status~
Name; Nid???? (Mark Dalius) temporary
Race: !(*@#%$*%^ER
Title: Cursed by !@:$"%. The cruel one, One who broke the shackle
SKILLS...
Greater regeneration level 4
Bloody Spurs level 6
Scales level 6
Lurk Level 5
Silent Kill level 6
Greater strength level 7
Increased stamina level 10 (Promote?)
Magic resistance level 10 (Promote?)
One of many and many of one level 5
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Mark clicked his tongue as it was obvious that the gods weren't going to make this easy for him..
While there were some hints of his name that was revealed, his new title was interesting as well as the two new skills either they really didn't want him to have any information about his last skill our it was something forbidden~
Mark had hoped to see more information however a bloodied Berserker faster and stronger than ever delivered another chop with his axe making him lean to the side and return his focus to what's in front of him.
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---A certain woman's pov---
So this is what it feels like to have power!
eversince I have given away my innocence to Mark I learned how to get stronger as the shackles that rendered me weak was finally broken, my skill allowed me to copy a person's skill, so what if incidentally I applied a woman let's say one of my friends that excelled in sexual things as she literally had the skill for it.
The result? I could stack the skills together allowing me to temporarily edit my abilities, so I began using whatever man I could find using my mouth or hands.
until eventually, I found a particular person that could make copies of himself as long as he had mana to supply as a 'thank you' I provided him with a little gift to up his mana recovery by LENDING one of my stacked abilities that was weaker than the one I was currently using.
What I didn't know at the time was my actions brought forth a formidable enemy to the one I was waiting for, and that the person made copies of me and used it for things that I would've killed the man for.
With one more thing that I didn't realize, by making a copy then releasing it you can gain its memories as it is practically a perfect imitation of whoever it was based on, meaning they'll share their memories to the caster making it the perfect method to get whatever information they wanted, however, the downside to it was upon summoning a copy of someone the copied memories will only reach until the moment the copy was made, making it impossible to gain any future information unless all of the existing copies are erased before making a new loyal copy.
---3rd pov---
By gaining a copy of her recent memories, it triggered something dangerous within the man making him increasingly infatuated with her, to the point he couldn't stop thinking of her, but what also filled his mind was all of the little intimate thoughts that she had about a certain man, making him jealous beyond compare as he knew every little thing about her made the man already think of her as HIS woman!
The dark thoughts, of liberating her from this man, made him begin using his skill to the fullest she was his no one could have her not even that egoistical prick Damien who was always asking him to give him a copy of a monster girl as it was possible to breed with them, something that he learned first hand, as he managed to make a copy of Lucia once only for him to nearly dying from it so he used one of her 'daughters' to which seven mana based monster kids were sold to Damien as usable soldiers or baby factories.
---back to A certain woman's pov---
Today was the most unusual day, I have been seeing a lot of little girls that looked like me as of late, I put it off as me imagining things, that was until I entered big mama's tavern, upon entering I got to experience one of her back-breaking hugs as she told me that Damien had captured a girl that looked exactly like me with my new tail and all that.
I would've tried listening to more about it, however, the sound of something powerful colliding was heard throughout the city as the voice of a certain burnt-faced berserker quickly came to mind as his bellowing voice said this!
"GWAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S IT BONE FIEND LET ME ENJOY THIS EVEN MORE!!!"
Before another loud sound akin to a thunderclap echoed out followed by the screeching of metal!
---now 3rd pov at the battlefield---
RRRROOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!
Mark roared at the top of his lungs as his senses and reflexes were barely keeping up with the now speedster-like berserker!
Each attack the berserker delivered weighed like a ton for Mark if it weren't for his high defenses and regeneration he would've fallen long ago.
The Old mage was ripped to pieces by Mark thanks to well an accident~
one of his full power punches could deliver something like a cannon ball made from air and one of his random punches happened to hit the old mage, who oddly enough wasn't dead!
as the way of how he was trying to escape was pretty unique for Mark, as the old mage attached his head to an arm and a hand as the fingers acted as 'legs' to run off!
Hell both Gustaf and Mark had stopped for a moment to process this before Mark who snapped out of it first delivered another cheap shot to the astonished berserker's face which failed to kill the bastard only making him stronger!
Since Mark was failing to hit him properly, he started destroying more of the local terrain to make it difficult for Gustaf to fully utilize his speed~
As throughout the fighting he had noticed a slight flaw in his movements Gustaf is unable to make quick turns, as he could make some turns, however, it was to a limited degree!
This time Mark decided to try out a little something.
what would happen if he took a deep breath then by using his strength ability to compress his frame again while leaving a small opening through his mouth how powerful would the air pressure be?
*Pssh*
it worked like a bullet, he couldn't tell how strong, but it certainly left a gaping hole in the berserker's arm!
Making Gustaf drop his axe before attempting to escape, but thanks to how messed up the terrain was, he slipped therefore allowing Mark to grab hold of his leg before repeatedly slamming his body into the ground! (A/N puny human!XD)
As the echoing BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM- could be heard as the berserker was no longer cackling after a good minute or two was slamming his body into the ground, Mark was about to rip the man in half but the sound of horns had gotten his attention.
He could see in the distance thousands upon thousands of large green men with tusks protruding from their lower lip with bones of monsters crafted into their axes while the leader wielded a halberd as Mark recognized this orc leading them.
It was the very first orc that he had fought after killing that goblin shaman back at the old outpost the only difference now was that particular orc had glowing vein-like lines traveling across its body with two obsidian horns that were a meter long on its head, as it was here for one thing.
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