In the vast jungle of Azande, there were trees that stretched as far as the eye could see. Dangerous predators loomed the plain devouring anything that was deemed weak. This was the law of the jungle, those that were strong trampled on the inferior.
It was a virtue that Kilat Roi had to learn expeditiously. When he got transmigrated to this world, he found himself in the middle of a jungle, with a gaping wound on his chest. He was surrounded by a pack of white wolves. They growled ferociously as they bared their sharp blood-stained teeth at him.
The wolves had bit the necks of the guards that were supposed to protect him from the shadows. The previous owner was undergoing the coronation trail. Whereby he had to survive alone in the jungle for a year. If he could accomplish this feat then per his birthright as the firstborn, he would be crowned the King of the Monpoe.
The Monpoe were monkey people. They had human facial features and a human body, however, excluding their chest and abdomen their top section was covered in fur. Kilat Roi was from a royal bloodline so he sported soft red fur on his arms, tail and the outer section of his body. He stood 188cm tall and had a delectable milk chocolate complexion. His eyes were green like the depths of an untamed forest. While his hair was long and black reaching all the way to his back.
Kilat Roi stood in front of these bloodthirsty wolves as a deep fear permeated his heart. In his previous life, he was no warrior, he was a scholar. He had knowledge that surpassed many, however, his strength was pitiful. Thus when war broke out in his home Kingdom he died a pathetic death. An enemy rogue killed all his guards and found him hiding in a secret door.
At that moment, he was defenceless, although he had cultivated it was nowhere near the level of his opponent. All it took was one swift movement and Kilat's head was rolling on the ground. He died at the tender age of 22.
Now he found himself in a similar position; all his guards dead beside him and him face to face with the enemy. Kilat looked at the wolves and gritted his teeth while the fresh, red blood dripped from his chest. In his hands, he had a spear with a sharp leaf-like blade. It was dyed in red as a strong blood smell emanated from it.
He gripped the spear tightly and took a deep breath as he looked at the wolves. They were slowly preparing to attack the lone Monpoe as they fanned out in a half-moon in front of him. While they were moving in position Kilat decided to check his status to see what he was working with.
[Name: Kilat Roi
Title: 1st Prince of the Monpoe
Essence Tier: Essence Noble Stage 1
Health points: 250/800
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Skills:< Eyes of Heaven>,< Soul deliverance>,
Affinity: Time-space, light, darkness
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Credits: 2000]
Kilat knew what
[Name:
Quality: A
Description: The user is able to change his weapon into any cold weapon that the user has seen before.]
While he still had time, he clicked the descriptions of the two.
[Name:
Quality: S- (Upgradable)
Description: Allows the user to deliver the willing soul of the deceased. Once delivered the user can choose to increase his cultivation or gain a random equipped skill from the delivered soul.]
[Name:
Quality: SSS+
Description:
1. Allows the user to see the true nature of the world.
2. The user is granted a boost to perception allowing the user to see things in slow motion.
3. Dormant]
When he saw the new skills he rejoiced, there was hope after all. Kilat immediately activated
With
Killat focused on the wolves in front of him and wished he could tell their strength. Then as if his prayer was answered a notification appeared on the right side of his vision.
[Name: White wolf
Title: Lackey
Essence Tier: Essence Noble
Health points: 479/600
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Skills:< Bite of death>,< Chaotic howl>]
Kilat gasped when he saw their cultivation, it was about the same level as his own. Then he looked at the biggest wolf that was lying dead on the floor. This was the wolf that his guards had managed to kill after it had killed him.
[Name: White Wolf
Title: Alpha
Essence Tier: Essence King Stage 5
Health points: 0/5657
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Skills:
Affinity: Fire, Darkness, Wind]
A cold sweat permeated around his body when he read this stat. It was no surprise he had died. If he had to face one of these creatures, he would be dead ten times over even with his newfound abilities. The difference between Essence King Stage 5 and Essence King was like the difference between heaven and earth, let alone the difference between Essence King Stage 5 and Essence Noble Stage 1.
Killat thanked his luck for being born into a royal bloodline where others prioritized your safety. He also thanked the guards that laid down their lives for him. Even though it was for the other him, he was still grateful. He clapped his hands together as if he was praying, then he focused on the wolves in front of him.
Once they were ready to attack all five of them charged at him.