Morsh then placed his dark mist covered hand on Emily's head, from a little scratch on her forehead, dark energy seeped in her body.
"Ahh..." Emily screamed as her body shook violently.
After a few seconds, the shaking stopped, dark mist returned to Morsh, leaving the lifeless body of Emily behind.
Morsh didn't let the dark mist spread around his body, instead, he absorbed it directly into his soul.
Morsh thought, 'Two results of the test: first, there's needs to be a cut or scratch for this energy to enter someone's body, second, I can let it be absorbed by my soul rather than body. '
Captain: "Killing a little girl without any guilt or remorse... You are quite ruthless..."
Morsh: "She is dead... can I go now? "
Captain, aiming his sword at Morsh, "I can't let a monster like you roam around "
Morsh: "You were going to kill her too... don't be such a hypocrite "
Captain leaped towards Morsh, appearing in front of him almost immediately, and plunged his sword in his stomach, then with a kick, Morsh was sent flying back again, crashing into a wall and coughing up blood.
"Argh..." Groaning with pain, Morsh stood up slowly.
Morsh concentrated, pouring all of the dark mist onto the tip of the sword, transforming it into something more complex, resembling mana.
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"Ahh..." With a shout, he leaped at the captain.
Morsh swung his sword, but the captain easily parried it. He followed with a kick that felt like hitting a wall.
Morsh then swung his leg, aiming for his crotch. The captain instinctively placed his hand over the area.
Taking advantage of the moment, Morsh stabbed forward with his sword. The captain dodged, but the sword managed to scratch his right cheek.
Unbeknownst to captain, dark energy had seeped into his body through the scratch.
Captain, now enraged, grabbed Morsh by the neck and slammed him on the ground,
Throwing his sword, "I don't need a sword for you "
Captain started throwing punches on Morsh, each punch landed on Morsh's face, breaking his nose, teeth and jaw. But Morsh didn't scream, he endured and didn't let a sound escape his throat.
Captain: "You are not dying this easily "
Captain then stood up and started kicking Morsh all over the body.
Morsh's bones broke from the kicks, his skin tears causing blood to seep through it,
Morsh didn't scream at first but now could not scream due to the broken jaw, only muffled noises could be heard from his mouth.
While the captain was busy beating Morsh, dark energy began to spread over his body, devouring his mana and growing stronger. With each passing second, the dark energy consumed his mana at an increasing rate.
Captain also sensed something was amiss. "Why is my strengthening wearing off?" he muttered.
He pulled out a small glass bottle containing red liquid and drank it. However, the liquid was absorbed by the dark energy, rendering it ineffective.
Captain, confused, muttered, "Why is the healing potion not working? I still feel fatigued."
He then took out another bottle containing blue liquid and drank it, but it too was absorbed by the dark energy.
"Why isn't the mana potion working either?" Captain exclaimed in frustration.
Captain glanced at Morsh and then looked towards Emily, realizing something that flare up his anger.
He lifted Morsh by the neck, demanding, "What did you do to me?"
To his surprise, Morsh's broken jaw twisted into a smile that looked ugly.
Captain dropped Morsh as he felt his soul being attacked by something. He collapsed to the ground, his body shaking violently for a few seconds before becoming completely still.
Dark energy then emerged from his body and returned to Morsh, spreading around him. It began to heal his wounds, mend his broken bones, and even regenerate his teeth.
Morsh was fully healed within a minute. He stood up, processing the new information in his mind: "I am now a second-rate warrior! and the dark energy can even absorb potions!"
Morsh was surprised and before he could react, his soul was pulled back into his body by the dark energy. Morsh's soul was now a lot darker than before.
Pete took over the body.
His eyes twitched with horror as he saw the scene around him causing him to lose consciousness.
After some time, he woke up again, only to lose consciousness once more.
He woke up and lost consciousness from time to time, the sun rose, the wild animals attracted by the scent of the blood, also entered the village and started eating the bodies.
But Pete remained unconscious,
The sun sets, Pete, still unconscious.
Morsh: "What is wrong with this guy? "
Morsh, frustrated, attempted to forcefully exit his soul's space and take control of the body.
To his surprise, he easily took over the body as soon as he touched the wall of his soul's space.
Morsh stood up, bewildered. "How is this possible?"
He then picked up the captain's sword and swiftly left the scene.
First, he bathed in a nearby house, wore new clothes from a cloth shop also took some silver coins from that shop, he then climbed on the back of a horse and left the village.
After about an hour, Morsh was suddenly pulled back into his soul space.
The body fell to the ground from the horse, which then ran away.
Morsh attempted to take control again but found himself unable to. He punched and kicked the wall of his soul space in frustration, but nothing changed. Eventually, he gave up.
Morsh thought to himself, 'Can I only take over for some time in night?'
Pete had taken over the body.
Opening his eyes, Pete looked around and found himself in the middle of a forest.
"Where am I?" Pete said as he slowly stood up.
"I have to help the villagers," he muttered to himself and started running along a dirt path, even leaving his sword behind.
Morsh, 'Idiot... running in the opposite direction of the village '
Running mindlessly, crying with grief, his vision blurred by tears. Pete didn't even realize his speed, he even passed the horse that ran away earlier.
Pete soon saw a group of people in the distance. Speeding up with all his strength, he reached the group unnoticed, as they had their backs turned to him.
The group consisted of four young people, around Pete's age. There were two males, one was a swordsman and the other a mage. Among the two females, one was an archer and the other a priestess.
The swordsman is tall, muscular, black haired, wearing a well maintained suit of armor and caries a large sword on his back.
The mage, a slender, brown haired man with a calm demeanor, wearing robes adorned with arcane symbols, a staff in his hand glowing with magical energy.
The archer, with a bow slung over her shoulder. She is mostly covered, her face hidden by a hood, only her green eyes could be seen.
The priestess, gentle face, black haired, carrying a staff topped with a glowing crystal.
Without warning, Pete threw himself at the swordsman, tightly hugging his thigh. His body shook with sobs as he clung to the surprised warrior. The swordsman looked down in shock, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword before realizing Pete was crying.
The swordsman hesitated for a moment, then gently patted Pete's back, trying to comfort him.
The group was taken aback, not having noticed Pete's approach. However, they quickly recovered, their expressions shifting from surprise to concern as they took in the sight of the distressed Pete.
Pete's words came out in a jumble of grief and desperation. "Help... please... they're all gone... the village... bandits... so many..." His voice broke as he tried to talk about the villagers.
The swordsman gently placed a hand on Pete's shoulder, his voice steady and reassuring. "Calm down. We're here now. Tell us what happened."
The archer stepped closer, her eyes narrowing in thought. "I think it's a trap. Look at his brand new clothes, not even a speck of dirt."
The group exchanged wary glances, unsure of Pete's true intentions.
The mage spoke up, "Look at his condition, he's clearly been through something. Otherwise, why would a grown man cry like that?"
The priestess added softly, "I can feel the holiness in this person... he can't lie."
The group considered their words, sensing the sincerity and distress in Pete's demeanor.
The priestess placed her staff near Pete's head and chanted, "Serenity Whisper." A gentle golden light flashed from the staff onto Pete.
Instantly, Pete felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him. His crying stopped, and he released his grip on the swordsman's thigh. Standing up, he said, "The bandits attacked my village... please, you must help them."
The swordsman, "What's the name of your village and where is it?"
Pete's eyes widened in realization as he said, "I don't know the name or direction... I just saw the dead bodies of the villagers and then found myself in the forest... I was just running after that."
The group exchanged glances with suspicion.
Priestess: "I think he's traumatized... we need to take him back to the city."
Archer: "What about the quest?"
Priestess: "There's a life at stake, we can't just ignore him."
Swordsman: "He has calmed down... I can tell he's a warrior too. We can take him on the quest; we only need ten orc tusks."
The swordsman then asked Pete, "We are on a quest, but we'll take you to the city after we complete it."
Pete nodded and asked excitedly, "Are you adventurers? "
The swordsman nodded, "Yes, I am Jake. The mage over there is Chris, the archer's name is Iris, and this is Priestess Sofia."
Each member nodded as their name was mentioned.
Pete introduced himself, saying, "My name is Pete."
Jake nodded and smiled reassuringly. "Let's go, Pete. We'll take you orc hunting."