"Fuck!"
The girl shuddered as she remembered the scene of Alab being tortured, squeezed to brink of death by the tentacle. She was confused by the sudden change in the man's strength. The man who couldn't even perceive her bloodlust was now brewing with unparalleled power.
'How---', at this thought, she reminisced the words of Alab a while ago on how he believed that another man possesed this body.
"You! Who are you!", the young girl uttered as she retreated and took a step back.
Nathan glanced at the girl ahead of him. Red silk wrapped her body that dripped down to her waist, discreetly covering her private part. Her unbothered expression made Nathan believe that discarding undergarment became a norm to her. Or likely, it was a norm of this world.
The cold breeze swept the red silk which made Alab shift his gaze. The 13-year-old girl was only 109 cm tall, her bones apparent to her thin skin that was all bruised. Even huge portions of her hair seemed to be pulled out by a violent force, leaving fresh scrapes on her head.
One of her eyes was similarly pulled out just recently as her eyeballs still dripped out from her eye socket, clinging unto a thick thread of vein.
From her looks, Nathan believed that she had been through worst.
Still, she was an enemy.
[Name: Arabelle Theu
Level: 47- First Awakening
Exp: 88%
HP: 580/580
Mana: 430/430
Attributes:
Strength: 30
Endurance: 58
Agility: 113
Intelligence: 43
Stat points: 0
Talents:
Scythe Wielding (D) (Passive)
- You can now wield scythe more efficiently.
Scythe Dance (C) (Active)
- Your Scythe will dance as you wills.
MP Cost: 30
Cooldown: 5 minutes
Mist Escape (C) (Active)
- A mist shall hide your trails. Hide your body in a mist for 10 seconds.
MP Cost: 30
Cooldown: 10 minutes
Note: A survivor of Planet Dem ]
Arabelle shuddered as she met the blazing azure eyes of Nathan. Her body perked up as she hit the ground with her feet and took another meters away.
"You... What did you do?!", Arabelle screamed.
The blaze in Nathan's eyes died out as he then called out for his system, ignoring Arabelle's query.
Arabelle asked again and again until she grew exhausted of Nathan's repetitive ignorance, her petite body swelled as she breath. She stomped on the barren soil as she glided in the air.
Raising her scythe in the air, she took a deep breath as she activated her skill.
"Scythe Dance!", she mumbled as the scythe in her left hand bent in unusual manner like a whip with curved head. It elongated, expanding for 5 meters long with the hilt tightly clenched in her hand.
Nimbly bending, her scythe appeared dancing in the air as it shot towards Nathan. It trailed at unusual path, breaking and bending in the air.
Even Nathan, at level 1 couldnt follow the speed of Arabelle nor her scythe. However...
*clang clang
Sounds of metal clanging resounded as the curved blade met the metallic tentacles by Nathan.
The tentacle was summoned out of S-grade skill [Kramel's Tentacles]. Despite the massive difference in their [Agility] stat, the S-grade skill that had been polished and mastered by Nathan for 2 decades had now shown its prowess.
The skill seemed to have a life of its own as it parried each attack successfully, keeping up with the accelerated scythe relying solely on its decades-trained instinct.
Bored, Nathan glued himself in his status window as he pondered.
"My level, it is reset to level 1", mumbled Nathan.
At level 1, his mana was at most 100, deeming him incapable of utilizing most of his skills. After all, 8 out of his 9 skills were S-grade and above.
His attributes were all back to 5 each as well, the same as when he first awakened. He could only use the S-grade skill [Kramel's Tentacles] at the moment and regenerate his MP as he fought.
Glancing at his skill list, a twitch in his fierce complexion occured as fury overwhelmed him for a second. On his list, the sole A-grade skill [Body Enlargement] was disrupting the prominence line up of his skills.
"You!!!", Nathan fumed, glancing at the unconscious Alab behind him.
At this moment, the elongated scythe successfully evaded the tentacles. It now traced a clear path, heading directly at the skull of Nathan.
"Die! You shitty invader!", Arabelle rejoiced as her dry mouth widened from ear to ear. Her celebration yet to peaked up as Nathan drifted his sight from Alab then he faced forward once more. His built up hatred that had nowhere to bent to, had finally found its target.
"How dare this BUG!", Nathan muttered in low yet cold tone as he extended his hand, his index and ring finger caught the tip of the blade, halting its swirling momentum that was about to pierce his head.
The scythe powered with her C-grade skill had been handily hindered by Alab. His two fingers swelled up as he used his sole A-grade skill [Body Enlargement]. Disgusts flashed in his face...
"You... You dare made me use this trashy skill. Die!", screamed Nathan as his finger, palm, till his entire right arm swelled three times its original size. The 23 stats difference in their [Strength] was easily covered by the A-grade skill.
Despite possessing this skill only now, his decades of experience made Nathan more capable of utilizing this skill. Currently, he was using the skill at its most potential less he could contend with the Arabelle's strength.
Witnessing her scythe lost its momentum, Arabelle dropped her jaw, shocked to extreme as her [Scythe Dance] that had even killed the A-grade madman earlier was effortlessly halted by Nathan.
"Let go of my scythe!... Let go, you shitty invader! Let go!", screamed Arabelle as she glided downward, her feet firmly touching the ground as she pulled her scythe.
"It is futile. A mere C-grade should not have bear its fangs against an SSS-grade", Nathan muttered. Exerting a bit of his strength, he pulled the tip of the scythe, bringing the Arabelle who had yet to let go of the hilt, hurling towards him.
In no time, Nathan clasped the jaw of Arabelle as she knelt before Nathan. Her bruises now became more apparent from short distance.
On her head was scratches and blade cuts. Mice dwell in the bruises chewing away her skin. Her head was all scalp and bruise. Her eyeball tied to her ear by a thread of vein.
"Tell me, where is the other survivors?", Nathan muttered, unfazed by the gruesome appearange of the girl. Her traumatic fate drove him no sympathy.
After all, he had seen far sickening cases.
A doom of this level triggered no change in his complexion. On the other hand, Alab, who had just woke up, felt his heart bleeds at such sight.
A girl younger than himself, had undergoe torture much than he can imagine.
"Who, who did this to her?", Alab muttered as she recollected her strength. His body still kissing the ground as the bones in his limbs remained broken.
"It doesnt matter who did this. This BUG should have known her place", muttered Nathan as he threw Arabelle, her body rolled in the ground as another bruised piled up in her body.
Her jaws shattered, she glared at Nathan. She had found her chance to escape, all thanks to Nathan letting go of her.
"You... Invader, you will all pay for this! HE WILL KILL YOU ALL!", screamed Arabelle as her body became covered with mist. As it subsided, her tattered figure had already escaped the scene.
"This... Why did you let her escape?", Alab asked as Nathan just watched the scene unfold. The tentacles sprouting from his spine didnt budge an inch and let Arabelle escape.
Unfortunate she might be, she was still an enemy.
Nathan glanced at his right palm. A severed eyeball of Arabelle laid atop his palm. A tentacle bent, meeting the eyeball, slimy fluid dripped from it seemingly drooling over the eyeball.
A mouth appeared on the end part of the tentacle, then... it gnawed the eyeball.
*munch munch
*burpp
"Can you trace her?", Nathan muttered.
The mouth licking its lips with pieces of meat stucked on its teeth, replied.
"Yes, my Lord", replied the tentacle...