Fuck, where am I? Why the hell am i strapped to a table? I've become aware of a person in a lab coat carefully observing my every move
?p??-" He thinks i can't see him how cute"
---------- two hours later-------------
-"That motherfucker knocked me out"
-"Did i say that outloud?"
?p??-"Yes you did after I so kindly gave you a skill Heart."
-" What is that? Is it like a skill gem?"
?p??-" A skill heart is a grotesque tentacle like organ that embodies a skill and slightly changes it to fit you."
I have the urge to throw up but I held it back as the bastard in a lab coat drags me me to an arena like area.
?p??-" Oi Corvus, ready to lose?"
Corvus-" Oh please, I've got the best fighters in the business little miss paradise."
Corvus-" Look, I'll be nice and let a newbie fight a newbie so its fair."
Paradise-" He will trash your champion bastard, in fact let him Johan when he gets back."
Corvus-" Alright just know you asked for this."
---------- one hour later -------------
Paradise-" Fight me if you win I'll give you a healing skill and to make it fair I will use one finger"
The confidence in his words angered me to the extent I lashed out immediately, as all six of my arms cut through the air targeting his throat, liver, heart, and face he laughsand walks through it I'm even more pissed off now.
He continues walking menacingly untill my arms slowly start to move in unison catching him off guard as they all hit the same spot on his chest hurting him, his aura explodes almost throwing me back as he then bellows
Paradise-"𝙀𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃, you have won"