Severe provocation.
Triggering the Transmigrator's overwhelming agitation to ensure that he would act rashly, forcing him to utilize brute force. Looking at the man's history of almost winning every encounter he might have done with his sheer luck, he wouldn't be caring a single detail that can determine the result of a hostile encounter.
And that detail was 'preparation.'
'70% chances he will immediately rush in while using some of his lackluster ability. This way, our combat power will be slightly equal,' MF thought.
MF was right in this one. If only Elon could've given enough time to think, he would appraise the devil in front of him deftly.
[Fortune's Blessing: Unsurmountable Luck is activated]
Some of the contraption was activated. Decreasing his mana assimilation capabilities, adding berserk ailment. Strangely, the heart-piercing killing formation was somehow nullified by an insect accidentally touching the gap between the concealment and into the killing formation, shifting some of the circuit's contraption.
By some awfully terrible luck, numerous mana-core eater bugs was found swarming to the newly revealed formations as they happens to appear right at every fundemental core before the wavelength of the mana socket were vulnerable, immediately neutralizing every killing contraption that was laid to massacre the Transmigrator. Foel, who noticed this, gave a finger gesture to tell MF that all killing formations were neutralized—because of bloody pure luck.
'So things will get harder, huh.'
Of course, MF had already foreseen this and a foiled plan should always come with another one behind the veil.
"HAAAAAAAAA!!"
He charged headfirst with a warcry, the man took a sword from his space pocket and imbued every enhancement and reinforcement possible from his brain, coating his sword with hellfire.
In a blink, he threw a field tearing slash, although fast but slower than what Foel could do. MF split her body right at the slash's intersection before connecting it again.
Before he could do another strike, MF slammed her limb cannon made out of tungsten into the young man's skull sideway.
The man got launched and rolled on the ground.
Not wasting any time, MF immediately pointed her cannon into the rolling man. A shot was sent, leaving the tubular hallway of the barrel with the speed of sound as the tip of the hole left a massive sonic boom that messed up the landscape. Because she used pure body energy, it took 4 month worth of concentrated physical fuel for that one shot. Where a Calamity could use their innate 'void' and mana to launch multiple of this same shot without a problem.
Right when MF imbued her gene to create new variants on various Calamities back then, she was also briskly preying on around 50 of them, consuming their flesh and 'void'. To neutralize the Transmigrator, she already prepared 80 months worth of energy before the whole battle started.
Miraculously, the propelled cancer cell was deflected to 10° toward the sky by his sword unknowingly at a perfect angle to shift the crazy momentum. The kinetic collision broke Elon's blade but he is alive.
"What a lucky bastard." MF cracked her neck left and right, showing that it was all just a warm up. "Seems like killing you won't be easy."
Seeing the situation, Foel blasted a fake dark-energy blast to the humanoid Calamity. To ensure that she was seen to be on his side, Foel hurriedly flew to the downed Elon with a destroyed landscape behind him.
"Boy, are you okay?"
"I-I swear that I slashed her into two!" With sheer amount of luck, the head smash hit the acupuncture that focuses his thinking capability. After he shook his head, he shouted the keyword, "Appraisal!"
[ Name: MFX90
Gender: ???
Race: 9th Ancient Origis | Ferrowl | Aiseirigh | Tanomobi | Feline | Kappa | Khazenkha | Oni | Kitsune | Aekha | Ferrakhian | Harpy | Chimaera | Naga | Centaur | Minotaur | Goblin | Calamity | Divine Beast | Demon | ??? | ??? | ??? | ???
Awakening: 20 Days Left.
Age: 3001
Mana Deposited: Null
Mana Gathering Speed: Null
Physical Prowess: 1830(A)
Intelligent: 12917(SS+)
Soul: 18997(SS+)
Charisma: 5788(SS)
Cultivation Law: Occult Tesseract (Unawakened)
Cultivation Phase: ???
Golden Orb: Null
Soul Pill's Symbols: : Calmness—Murderous Intent—Center Momentum—Rebellion (Overshadowed Revolution?)|
Blessings: Path To Ascension
Skills: Cooking Mastery | Gardening Mastery | Carpentry Mastery | Speech Mastery | Housekeeping Mastery | Gambling Mastery | Foraging Mastery | Perfect Partner | Artistic Mastery | Adaptation Mastery | Andromeda-Type Soul | Multitalent | Innate Inner System | Ultratasking | Gene Knowledge | Gene Modification | Mutation Boosting | Mutagen Nourishing | Energy Accumulation | (99+)
Technique: Null ]
His face was pale, the entity he appraised was different from anything he encountered so far. So many questions yet so many hidden answers, he tapped at the '(99+)' as the holographic screen began to scroll every skill at what his eyes could muster. 60% of them was a term for mutation and DNA manipulation technique that was unknown to him, the rest are what MF could do with the gene bending.
MF noticed that something was fondling with her soul, her consciousness strings felt a straight line coming from somewhere via the man. Of course, she couldn't see the system screen but she could feel a leering existence was hiding behind the young chimaera.
Not wanting to miss a golden chance, she cut the system's parasitic string that was currently appraising her. Using her strong soul tentacles that were trained to meticulously modify a nucleus and create mutagen, she grabbed the metaphysical faint parasite that no normal person could detect.
MF had acquired the 'System Essence'.
The holographic screen in front of Elon was abruptly corrupted as the words and numbers became symbols and jumbled mess. The edges of the screen glitched until a new screen suddenly appeared on top of the corrupted one.
[ New Mission: R u n ]
No reward, no detail, only a single word spaced from each alphabet.
But this didn't crippled his will to avenge his friends. He had lived for 24 years, 8 years in another world where monsters and demi humans exist. To prove his anguish, he won't let the system choose his fate.
[Fortune's Blessing: Temporary Destiny Armor is activated]
"Senior, you're of no match fighting that savage." Elon slowly raised himself to stand, determined eyes, he was afraid, but he knew that his luck will only take him far. "I'll fight her alone."
"Boy, don't overestimate yourself, if you can't even handle a couple of Calamities, then how can you even fight toe to toe with that thing?"
"Ahahah, I have divine luck."
Foel could only be amused by his hubris because she knew that he could. "If you're that confident, then let me guard your back."
With the feeling of safety, the man charged forward.
A stray wafting leaf somehow made their way into the battlefield to obscure MF's vision the moment Elon landed a down slash.
MF could only manage to reflexively avoid her head and let the slash collide with the tungsten muscle on her shoulder in a short amount of time. The strike was strong enough to dig deep into her collar bone.
"Tch!" She used her regeneration ability to lock the sword in its place before she utilized her cancer cell manipulation to instantly create a spear that lunged from her shoulder, aiming for the man's left eye.
Surprising to the devious trickster, her spike landed a scratch on his cranium.
Foel immediately launched a mild-exploding wind projectile to separate the two, helping both of them.
'That was close,' Elon thought. 'She could've sent another spike and I'll be done for!'
'Shit! That was close!' MF thought. 'That man could land another strike to my skull where it has less muscle and I'll be done for!'
"Thank you, Senior!"
"Brat, focus on the fight."