Ridge's vision blurred as the damage to his eyes worsened, and pain coursed through his body with each strike from Quira's makeshift weapon. The agony in his forehead was excruciating as the bottle continued to pierce through. Ridge felt helpless, trapped in this relentless assault.
Quira's determination to defend himself and win this confrontation fueled his attacks. The Dissolve skill allowed him to maintain his fluid form while striking with unexpected force, turning the broken bottle into a deadly weapon. Ridge was now beginning to regret underestimating his opponent, as the tables had turned dramatically in Quira's favor.
As Ridge's strength and vision waned, he realized he was on the brink of defeat. He needed to act quickly if he hoped to escape this dire situation and salvage any remaining strength.
Please help me!
This man is crazy!
He is actually going to kill me!
Ridge's desperate pleas for help fell on deaf ears as Quira continued his relentless assault. The pain in Ridge's forehead and the damage to his eyes were unbearable, and he knew he was rapidly losing this battle.
In a final desperate attempt to survive, Ridge called out to his companions, hoping they could intervene and rescue him from this dire situation. However, it was too late. The damage inflicted by Quira was beyond imagination, and Ridge's strength was waning rapidly.
As a last-ditch effort, Ridge unleashed his own Minotaur's power, pushing it to its limits. His body surged with energy, his muscles bulging, but it was a futile attempt. Quira had already activated his Absorb skill, and the moment he did, Ridge felt his strength draining away, weakening him further.
Quira was absorbing the Minotaur's power, an ability Ridge had never anticipated. The pain and torment Ridge had inflicted upon Quira were now his own to bear. It was a cruel twist of fate, and Ridge's hope for survival grew dimmer with each passing moment.
Ridge's agonized screams filled the air as the slimy substance, now infused with a searing heat, continued to envelop him. He struggled and writhed in pain, desperately attempting to free himself from the relentless grip of the slime.
But it was a futile endeavor. The strange, blue-tinged liquid seemed to have a mind of its own, adhering to Ridge's body like a vice, no matter how hard he fought. The heat intensified with each passing second, causing Ridge's skin to blister and burn.
The onlookers, who had initially been Ridge's allies, could only watch in horror as their companion was consumed by the relentless slime. It was a gruesome and painful demise, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.
Quira, now wielding the powers of the Minotaur and the destructive heat of his own slime, had turned the tables on his attackers in a shocking and brutal manner.
What is this?!
Please help me!
You removed this from my body!
"The guys were willing to help him, indeed, but they were also shocked and afraid at the same time. How could they not be? Ridge's skin appeared to be melting, as if molten magma was pouring into him.
Not only were the two of them shocked by this, but even Quira was taken aback. He hadn't expected this skill to wield such immense power, to the extent that a man who possessed the Minotaur's strength could do nothing but scream in agony and beg for help."
As soon as the slime was getting back to his body, Ridge was getting pulled. However, he was like a hamster running on a roller.
Wait!
Wait!
What do you want?!
Money?!
I will give it to you, just name the price! Please don't kill me!
"Ridge could sense the specter of death looming over him, which drove him to exhaust every possible means to change this guy's mind. Yet, no matter how generous his offer, it seemed Quira remained resolute in his refusal.
In his final desperate moment, Ridge resorted to a threat. He had come to the realization that mere money wouldn't sway this guy, and his second idea held a glimmer of hope."
"I'm the son of a ranker. Killing me will bring you unimaginable suffering. So cease this madness now, before you even have a chance—"
Ridge couldn't finish his sentence; his body absorbed Quira's, turning both into ashes. Meanwhile, the two men in the corner were left petrified, trembling, as their leader perished in the blink of an eye. Their minds were awash with questions: Could he employ the same skill on us? What if we meet the same fate as Ridge? No, we can't afford to die here.
Argh!!!
Absorbing power...
You might experience pain due to the process...
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Quira observed the notification on the screen, his body still bearing the damage from the process. It was unsurprising, given that the Minotaur's DNA was anything but ordinary. The thought occurred to him that he should activate his Regeneration skill to alleviate the excruciating pain he endured. Unfortunately, the skill remained on cooldown.
Two minutes elapsed, and Quira collapsed to the ground, motionless. At this point, the two remaining individuals approached him, not to assess his condition, but with the intent to exact revenge for their fallen leader. In their eyes, this was the prime opportunity to avenge him.
This is our chance!
Kill him!
Two of them unveiled their formidable weapons, emerging from their bodies. One wielded razor-sharp jaws, while the other sported menacing claws.
Boom!
Chomp!
In an instant, a collision erupted in the spot where Quira had been lying moments before. Yet, when the smoke cleared, both of them were left in stunned disbelief. Quira had vanished, leaving behind only the aftermath of destruction they had wrought.
Initially, Quira could still sense the residual pain coursing through his body, but it was insufficient to impede his movements. In fact, he perceived a newfound lightness and strength surging through him once the skill absorption had concluded. While he was tempted to check his status, the timing was far from ideal as the two adversaries launched their attacks.
At this juncture, the two assailants were striking without forethought, resulting in flaws in their movements.
Quira's absorption skills had proven successful, albeit limited by the skill's initial level. He had gained a +12 boost in strength, a +10% increase in speed, and a 15% enhancement in defense.
Skill(s) copied:
[Rage] Level 1 - This skill grants the user a temporary boost of 30% in strength, speed, and defense, lasting for a duration of 3 minutes. However, once the skill's effects subside, the user enters a weakened state for the following 10 minutes, during which their attributes are reduced by 70%.
Utilizing this skill carries a significant drawback, given the substantial decline in attributes once the skill's duration ends. The skills Quira had acquired were indeed rare, as they had the capacity to elevate his attributes by such a substantial margin. It was especially noteworthy to consider that if Quira already possessed high attributes, a 30% increase would be a considerable advantage.
Upon scrutinizing the skill, Quira harbored no reservations about invoking it. Why? Firstly, his present abilities were insufficient for facing these two adversaries. Secondly, he had already taken a life, and the consequences could be dire if he were apprehended. Therefore, it seemed imperative to conclude this battle swiftly.
Suddenly, Quira's physique began to grow exponentially, taking on a more masculine form. His garments strained and tore under the pressure of his expanding body. Muscles sculpted themselves as he felt an overwhelming surge of power coursing through him.
Swoosh!
In an instant, Quira lunged at one of his adversaries, leaving behind a fleeting afterimage in his wake. Suddenly, he reappeared directly in front of the man, delivering a devastating punch that left his opponent utterly defenseless. The sheer speed and force of the blow shattered the man's bones.
Thud!
The enemy tumbled across the ground, rolling uncontrollably before Quira seized him and forcefully slammed him into the nearest wall. To seal his fate, Quira choked the life out of him until his face turned a ghastly shade of violet.
Quira shot a furious glance at his trembling remaining opponent, who appeared utterly petrified. The man desperately wished to flee, but his legs refused to cooperate.
Swoosh!
In a blink, Quira dashed towards the trembling foe, delivering a powerful kick to his chin. The assailant was sent soaring into the air, his eyes rolling back to white. Quira then seized the man's arm, brutally slamming him into the ground multiple times. Blood sprayed, rendering the man's face unrecognizable. To conclusively terminate the battle, Quira dropped his victim to the ground and ruthlessly stamped on his head, causing the gruesome remains to splatter across the ground.
What the heck?
What just happened?
Did I do all of this?
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When the effects of the Rage skill finally subsided, Quira felt as if he were regaining control of his body. Despite being able to fully witness the chaotic aftermath, he still didn't feel like he had complete mastery over his own actions.
Ding!
A notification appeared right before his eyes, indicating that the quest had been completed. However, Quira paid little attention to the rewards listed, given the grim scene that surrounded him.
"What should I do? I can't escape like this!" Quira muttered to himself, his teeth clenched in frustration. He knew that he faced expulsion from the Academy and a lifetime of imprisonment. Moreover, the students involved hailed from prestigious families and would relentlessly pursue him until he was dead. If he didn't clean up this mess, he couldn't fathom the consequences.
Then, a suggestion from the system popped up:
"Suggestion: You can use your power to clean up this mess. The slimes are versatile creatures."
Quira's eyes widened as he read this and immediately requested the system to help clean up the scene. Another slimy mass emerged from his body, with the slimes swiftly absorbing the blood, goo, and disposing of the lifeless bodies. After a few minutes, they returned to his body.
"What? Why did you put the dead bodies inside me?" Quira questioned, his tone a mix of shock and dismay.
"[Slimes possess components that can dissolve any object, including dead bodies. However, if it bothers you, you can dispose of them elsewhere.]"
"No, no, no! That's fine!" Quira quickly responded. In his mind, disposing of the bodies elsewhere would only increase the risk of discovery. It was safer to hide them inside his own body.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts, "Hey! What are you doing here?"