Although Zanac and the Gigore's battle had reached its climax, Miya did not intervene.
To be more precise, she had not moved a finger to help her master fight his enemy. In a world where force represented everything, she knew weakness's consequences more than her master who is nothing more than an outsider in this world.
But despite everything, it did not mean that she would let him die or get seriously injured in front of her.
-CLANG!
The Gigore claws that speared at Zanac's torso were blocked by the latter's rusty sword that had been placed in front of him to protect himself.
But by blocking the Gigore attack, Zanac had another revelation. Even if his speed slightly exceeds that of Gigore, his strength was far behind it; which forced him to put a knee on the ground.
-Craaack!!
The more he tried to compete with its strength, the more his sword cracked to give in.
But despite all, Even though his sword continued to crack to the point of disintegrating, Zanac still looked placid while measuring his opponent's strength to get used to his new strength and power that was far beyond that of his old body.
[Master, why have you not yet used your mind control skill to destabilize your enemy and inflict an instant kill?]
Suddenly, Lucie, who had remained silent from the start, so as not to deconcentrate her master, had no choice but to remind him of this detail; believing that he had forgotten this factor.
'Ugh~! It's not the right time yet. I don't want to waste the only chance I have to kill it with one attack!' He retorted ardently while he made everything to resist the Gigore's monstrous power.
But at this precise moment, his mind, which was slightly disturbed by Lucie put him in a scary situation and one of the demonic beast's two forelegs... slipped on his sword's blade and tear at his shoulder with its claws; causing his blood to flow!
"!!" Feeling unbearable pain, he woke up in his dazzling and try to escape back and get away from the demonic beast while clenching his teeth to resist the pain.
On the other hand, his vicious enemy who noticed this flaw did not give him the opportunity to back down. The Gigore rush towards him and made the same attack patterns as its first time.
But at this precise moment, the Gigore tried to cancel its attack by seeing the eyes and a devil's smile on its prey's lips.
'Hah! You think I'm going to let you escape so easily!!' He growled madly in his thoughts as his starry blue eyes instantly turned to garnet reds and stared at the Gigore's alerted yellow pupils.
The mind control skill is activated. |
Your target's level is higher than yours, the skill will fade in three seconds. |
Zanac did not pay attention to this insignificant detail, all the risks he had taken were not for the sole purpose of knowing the patterns of his enemy's attacks, but also to identify its weakness.
His sword could only scratch the demonic beast's metallic skin until now. Therefore, to kill its enemy before his sword's total disintegration, he had not dealt another blow to the latter and was only countering, escaping, and moving away from the demonic beast to prevent it from reaching him.
But seeing the opportunity he had been waiting for from the beginning, he sprinted towards the Gigore before it went down to the ground and... daggered it between its two forelegs!
And this time, his rusty sword that had no more [03/10] durability... had pierced without too much effort, the Gigore's chest; making it cry in agony.
Its empty eyes resumed their conscious glow following Zanac's sword that had ruthlessly stabbed it in the heart!
The beast collapsed slowly on him...dead, after crying in agony.
Kaal Sword: (0/10)|
Daemonic Beast: Gigore (Lvl 09)|
HP: 0/90|
You killed a demonic beast (Lvl 09)|
+180XP - +210IP|
Congratulations, transmigrated N•XXX, for your first victory, for being the first to kill a demonic beast, you received rewards. |
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'Huff... I really need to get rid of this fear phobia. The fear of risking my life by fighting is really a scary enemy. But I have to adapt...if I want to survive in this hell world!' He said to himself with an absurd smile of happiness and accomplishment feeling.
The demonic beast corps on him, and the stinking smell that emanated from it hardly bothered him. He wanted to enjoy his first victory and inked this memory at his soul depth.
But unfortunately for him, he could not enjoy his 'victory' any longer... because of his tamed partner who had remained inactive until now.
She instantly appeared in front of Zanac and took away the demonic beast, which weighed more than a hundred kilos, on her master and gave him her most beautiful jovial smile. "Don't move, master." She said, taking out a small flacon that contained an ethereal blue liquid and sprinkling it on Zanac's bloody shoulder.
Following the tingling and tingling on his shoulder, Zanac felt his pain calm down as the seconds ran out.
It had only taken him about thirty seconds before his shoulder regenerated completely.
'Incredible. So this is the one of healing potion's real effects? It's completely different from what I imagined.' He said to Himself while touching his shoulder.
[Master, I'm sorry to have you...
'Don't worry about that; you rather gave me the opportunity I've been waiting for from the beginning. Finally, let's check the rewards.' He said, preventing Lucie from apologizing.
While he was checking his rewards; Miya was also in her own thoughts.
'A strategist, right? Despite being disadvantageous at his sword's level, experience, strength... he had still managed to return 80% of his disadvantages into his advantages.' She said herself, placing Zanac's head on her thighs, and began cleaning the blood on Zanac's shoulder with a piece of fabric.
'In this world that is in perpetual war, the people who are the most to fear are not really the strong ones, since there are many blows of strong people. Races? There are many races as strong as the three strongest races. Sovereigns? There are several sovereigns whose powers overlap. But in all these bazaars, some people are the most sought after than alchemists and blacksmiths... are the strategists! But does he have this talent? It may be a coincidence?'
She said these words to herself while looking at Zanac, who had her eyes closed to verify the rewards, on her knees; while unconsciously caressing his short white hair.
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At the same time, on the vampire plantation, a short black hair girl was kneeling in front of a woman with pale white skin and long Scarlet hair looking at the girl with her garnet eyes.
"Get up your head so that I can see you clearly, little cattle." The woman's imposing and monotonous voice resonates in the living room; shivering the girl like a little frightened vixen.
She carefully raised her head with hesitation and crossed the woman's predatory eyes. But at that moment, her fear, her nervousness, and all the other feelings she felt instantly disappeared into her bleu pupils.
"What's your name? How come you have magical energy? What are your intentions when you come to meet me?" She asked her these three questions after hypnotizing her.
Unlike succubuses, vampires had mental control and not the charm power.
The girl who had short black hair in disorder, and a body covered with notches and bites traces on her neck... began by responding to the woman.
"My name is Leyla Talka. I have magical energy because I come from another world. My intention...is to survive and not die in such a hell world." She gave this answer in a monotonous voice, like a doll that had been programmed.
The woman who was sitting on a scarlet armchair was surprised to hear Layla Talka's words. But she regained her calm after three seconds.
"So... you come from another world. Interesting, you don't seem to lie either, since my hypnosis works on you. Hmm... What should I do? Should I bring this exciting information to our queen?... no, as I don't have any evidence yet to validate this, I'm going to wait a little longer. But when we hear, let's satisfy your wish, little cattle." She said, revealing her sharp fangs following her vampire smile.
After viciously saying these words, she got off her armchair and slowly approached her while keeping her predatory smile.
"You say your name is Layla Talka?"
Layla: "Y-Yes... mistress."
"Fufufu~, well, to answer you, if your world has any freedom that you enjoyed... you'll live a hell if you want to regain this freedom without the necessary strength to protect it. So instead of offering you ephemeral and fictitious freedom, I'll offer you the strength you'll need to gain your own freedom...what do you think of my offer?" She grabs Layla's chin to stare at her with her eyes without hypnotizing her.
The latter had her eyes widened with a glimmer of hope. But before she gave her answer, the woman with long scarlet hair interrupted her by placing her right index finger on her lips.
"But I warn you, in this world, freedom is something that is only acquired by the strongest. Are you ready to serve me until you become strong enough to reciprocate me?"