[Ding]
[You have successfully slain a lesser Baby Earth Dragon]
[You have gained 1 mystic points]
Turpis furrowed his brow as the familiar ringing voice echoed once again in his mind. An unsettling feeling washed over him, and a seed of doubt began to take root. Could this persistent presence be a sign of a psychological disorder? The thought gnawed at him, causing unease to settle deep within his being.
However, as soon as he heard the word "Baby Earth Dragon", he couldn't help but think this thing inside his head is absorb enough, but to call what he has slain a Baby?, 'Thats just ridiculous' Turpis thought.
A surge of skepticism coursed through Turpis's thoughts. He couldn't help but question the validity of the information provided by the voice inside his head. How could he trust its descriptions and classifications when he knew that an adult Komodo dragon can only grow for about 2 to 3 meters in length?
But as Turpis absorbed the reality of the situation, a rush of emotions surged through him. His heart pounded rapidly, and a palpable sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach. The encounters he had experienced within this network of cave were beyond anything he could have imagined. If he were to recount these events to others, they would likely question his sanity and label him as delusional.
The strange creatures, the mystical phenomena, and the echoing voice that resonated within him—it all defied conventional explanation. How could he convey the truths he had witnessed without facing skepticism or disbelief?
'Calm down, calm down,' Turpis repeated in his mind, determined to overcome his rising fear. He refused to succumb to his apprehensions and instead focused on the task at hand. With a deep breath, he steeled himself and proceeded to skin the creature he had just slain.
Although Turpis tried to carry the reptile, it was simply too heavy for him to manage. However, he refused to let this setback deter him from utilizing every available resource.
With a determined expression, Turpis retrieved his trusty equipment. His small pouch contained a collection of fungi he had gathered earlier, while his rough handcrafted bag provided ample space for storing the dissected parts of the reptile.
'The bag could probably hold 15 kg of meat, but let's just be safe and bring 10kg instead,' Turpis calculated in his mind, examining the sturdiness of the bag he had created.
Considering the long journey back to Melfroy's location and the potential strain on the bag, Turpis decided it was wiser to be caution. While he could have pushed the bag's limit, he didn't want to risk any unexpected tears or damage that could jeopardize the precious meat.
Carefully, Turpis positioned himself beside the lifeless creature, preparing to dissect it with his best precision. He retrieved his sword from its sheath, its blade glinting in the faint light of the mushroom-lit chamber.
Turpis first focused on separating the reptile's limbs, ensuring clean cuts. He swiftly detached each limb from the main body.
With moderate skill and focused determination, Turpis wielded his sword to begin the process of skinning the reptile. While he lacked the expertise of a master skinner, he understood the value and potential that lay within the creature's hide.
As he worked, Turpis's movements were deliberate yet cautious. He took his time, ensuring that each stroke of the blade was purposeful and aimed at separating the skin from the flesh. While his technique might not be flawless, he remained focused on achieving a satisfactory result. Turpis had a experience of skinning an animal as he often lives in a mountain when he was a child.
As Turpis immersed himself in the task at hand, his focus grew deeper with each passing moment. Yet, he remained vigilant, unwilling to let his guard down. The echo of the voice in his mind, labeling the reptile as a mere "baby," continued to stir a mix of fear and unease within him.
While deftly working on the reptile's skin, Turpis couldn't help but periodically glance towards the expansive passages that stretched out before him. His eyes scanned the vastness, searching for any signs of movement or lurking danger. Even the ceiling didn't escape his watchful gaze, as he thought about the possibility of hidden threats above his head.
His heart raced within his chest, a constant reminder of the potential risks that lay in the shadows of the cave. With each glance he stole, he reaffirmed his commitment to remain alert and prepared for any unexpected encounters.
As the seconds turned into minutes, Turpis's progress began to falter. The steady rhythm of his work became disrupted by an unsteady hand and a growing sense of discomfort. The reptile's blood stained his skin, forming a crimson coat that seemed to seep into his very being.
The room seemed to close in around him, the walls closing in like the jaws of a predator. Each passing second felt like an eternity, stretching his perception of time. Sweat dripped from his brow, mingling with the splattered blood on his face. The world around him blurred, as if his senses were being distorted by some unseen force.
"What is happening to me?" Turpis whispered to himself, his voice strained with a mixture of confusion and growing fear. He instinctively clutched at his chest, trying to calm the erratic rhythm of his heart, but to no avail. The rapid beats reverberated through his veins, a symphony of chaos that drowned out his thoughts.
[Status Debuff Report]
[Lesser Dragon's blood revenge (38)]
[Anyone who have slain a dragon would get a subjected to a debuff that weakened their sense and cause a paranoia for a period of time, the stack will go up every 10 second the host got dragon's blood on his skin]
[when the stack reaches 50 there is a 20% chance for host to die from heart attack]
.....
[when the stack reaches 100 there is a 50% chance for host to die from heart attack]
****
As Turpis's vision began to blur and his senses dulled, he strained to focus on the voice echoing in his mind. The words rang clear amidst the growing haze, urging him to distance himself from the carcass. With a surge of adrenaline, he stumbled back, putting a safe distance between himself and the carcass.
As his mind fought to retain clarity, Turpis's survival instincts kicked in. He cast his gaze around, searching for a means to cleanse himself. His eyes locked onto a nearby puddle, a shimmering oasis amidst the chaos. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward it, his determination overriding his dwindling strength.
Kneeling beside the water, Turpis plunged his hands into its cool embrace, his trembling fingers scrubbing vigorously against his tainted skin. The dragon's blood mingled with the water, turning it into a swirling crimson pool. He repeated the cleansing process over and over, desperately trying to wash away the lingering remnants of the creature's essence.
[Fortitude has taken effect, status resistance 8%]
[Lesser Dragon's blood revenge -
228 seconds ------> 210 seconds ]
'What kind of paranoia is this?" Turpis thought in wonder, his mind swirling with confusion and uncertainty. As the timer counting down in his mind lessened, he felt a gradual return to normalcy. His vision cleared, and the rapid pounding of his heart began to subside. Turpis furrowed his brow, his doubts about the voice in his head starting to increase.
"What are you?" Turpis tried to communicate with it but he was met with silence, 'what are you?' This time he thought about it but he was met again with silence.
Deep in thought, Turpis delved into the recesses of his memory, sifting through fragments of knowledge in search of a clue that would unravel the mystery of the voice within him. 'What are mystic points?' he wondered aloud, hoping that this thing would shed some light on the matter.
[Mystic points is used to buy something from the shop]
[It can be also used to convert as a Status attribute, do note that as the host attribute began to increase his attribute the convertion ratio would also increase]
[Current covertion ratio]
[1 : 0.1]
'What shop?' Turpis asked in bewilderment, his voice laced with curiosity and intrigue. To his surprise, as if in response to his question, a transparent tab materialized before his eyes. It resembled an advanced automated teller machine, displaying a myriad of options that beckoned him to explore.
Ranging from consumables to books, Turpis even saw a blueprint of machinery, as Turpis began to browse his option he tried to touch the transparent tab, but his hand only goes through it, but when he tried to just think about the word 'books' the transparent tab began to change and lots of what looks like a title of the book began to manifest in the transparent tab.
[Orcish tongue - 10 Mystic points]
[Orc physiology - 10 Mystic points]
[Mystic path: Aura - 50 Mystic points]
[Mystic path: Arcane - 100 Mystic points]
the other book seemed lock and when Turpis tried to think about them he was met with 'prerequisite not achieve', and so Turpus began to ask the voice in his head what are the prerequisites.
[Lead 1 Intelligent being]
[Lead 10 Intelligent being]
[Lead 100 Intelligent being]
...
***
Turpis acknowledged the futility of dwelling on the inaccessible and instead directed his attention to the books that were within his reach. Among them, the book titled "Mystic Path" held a particular allure, as if beckoning him to delve into its secrets and uncover the wisdom it held.
[Orcish tongue - 10 Mystic points]
[Contains a lot of translation of the words of orc]
[Orc physiology - 10 Mystic points]
[Contains the physiology of orc]
[Mystic path: Aura - 50 Mystic points]
[Contains the information of how to cultivate the Mystic Path: Aura]
[Suitable only for humans]
[Mystic path: Arcane - 100 Mystic points]
[Contains the information of how to cultivate the Mystic Path: Arcane]
[Suitable only for elves]
'Arent I fully human?' Turpis began to frown at the last sentence he knew for sure that he was fully human he even had a DNA test on his parent and the result show that it was 99%.
[Suitable only for beings who possess a strong soul, usually elves]
Turpis narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he witnessed the abrupt change in the transparent tab. Doubts began to creep into his mind, questioning the reliability of this mysterious interface. He couldn't help but feel a sense of skepticism about the information it presented, but he knew that this thing also saved him earlier.