Thump. Thump. Thump.
The eerie silence enveloped Marcus as he felt his body collapsing into something almost like a tunnel, the walls hugging him tightly as a soft rhythmic beat pulsated all around him.
"I'm alive?" He groaned as he tried to look around, but not a single speck of light was visible from any direction. Simply darkness and only darkness.
Slowly shifting his hand below him to steady himself, he felt his hand come into contact with a thick viscous gooey substance, the ground slimy and slippery.
"Oh god," Marcus cursed, retracting his hand from the ground as he tried to shake the slime off his palms and fingers whilst attempting to stand up, but just as he expected, his shoes held no grip onto the soft ground below, and the next thing he realised was his face planting right into the disgusting goo below.
"Bleh," Marcus sat back down, spitting and wiping his face with the back of his arm. The attempt at the simple movement of standing up, already leaving his mind. His thoughts instead filled with the situation back home - the reason he was in this predicament in the first place.
"Fuck," He muttered aloud, slamming a fist on the ground as he felt his chest tightening, the emotions which he had pushed to the back of his mind crushing back like a tsunami.
CRAAAA
A sudden jolt rumbled the 'tunnel' he was in as it suddenly whipped left and right, flinging Marcus across the ground in surprise.
"What-" Marcus sat up in surprise as he glanced up at the darkness, as if staring through the walls, "Status,"
Status:-
Species: Cursed Wyvern Mutant (Rank: SSS)
Age: 203
Level: 480
HP: 8,999,999/9,000,000
MP: 399,990/ 400,000
STR: 87,000
INT: 40,000
VIT: 90,000
AGI: 7007
RES: 100
LUK: 60
Condition: Itchy, Confused
Skills:-
Wing Burst: (Lvl 80)
MP Cost: 10 MP
Breath of Death: (Lvl 22)
MP Cost: 600 MP
Void Cube: (Lvl 4)
MP Cost: 100,000 MP
"No way," He muttered, seeing the HP of the Wyvern.
Hurriedly feeling his hand on the ground, he thrust another punch into the soft flesh of the beast, and sure enough the HP decreased another digit.
Another punch, another digit. Each punch dealing a single digit of damage.
"No. This is too slow..." Marcus grunted in frustration as he glanced at the HP bar, the number only having fallen down by a mere 30 digits in the past minute of constant punching, "Is there any other way-"
Marcus placed a hand by the wall as he glided his hand forward, slowly wandering further in.
Thump Thump. Thump. Thump.
The vibrations echoed louder as he blindly traced his hand lightly across the mucus covered walls. His shoes getting encased in more and more slime, thus causing his steps to rapidly slow down the further he moved.
"Tsk," Marcus clicked, as he was finally forced to stop, his legs unable to drag himself any further. Opening his status board once more and this time taking out the iron sword he just remembered he had kept before, he tried slicing away the goo, but instead, it became attached to the blade as well, "Oh fuckin-," He quietly groaned, his motivation dropping by the second as he flicked his sword, mindlessly stabbing at the walls while he did.
CRAAAAA
A deep rumble rang out in response as the tunnel once again trembled and whipped around in frustration.
The HP of the wyvern dropping another 10 digits, but with the side effect of Marcus' body becoming a large rug doll, being flung around.
"Owww...." Marcus groaned, finding himself lying flat on his back, his sword stuck on the inner wall of the wyvern somewhere. His entire body aching as if he had just been tossed into a washing machine. "
"Tsss," He let out a light hiss of pain as he slowly sat himself up, placing a hand on his stomach and the other on the back of his head; no longer caring about the disgusting slime which persistently clung onto his skin and clothes.