"Ahh, there is more information, how much information, let's scroll down further," He muttered to himself, his curiosity piqued as he continued to explore the depths of the system interface.
As he scroll down, his eyes widen in recognition at the sight of a familiar term. "Ohh, this is about my unique skill, Parasitic Blood," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
"Parasitic Blood," He whispered, his voice tinged with awe. "A skill that allows me to infect living beings with my own blood... "
As he explored further into the details, he learned of the power inherent in his blood, capable of infecting living beings and imbuing them with his essence. With each victim claimed by his parasitic blood, he had the opportunity to gain experience from them.
"Exp... ??" He pondered, weighing the implications of each choice. The decision lay in his hands, a reflection of his priorities and ambitions in this new world.
"So, my passive skill, Parasitic Blood, grants me the power to infect and gain experience from those I taint with my blood, " he mused, his mind racing with possibilities.
He thought about what it meant to have this secret class, the Plague Doctor, and how he could earn experience points to level it up. Every five levels, he could unlock new abilities specific to his hidden class, adding even more skills to his disposal.
In this world, each job has its own active, passive and unique skills. Like healers can only learn heal, and swordsman can only learn swords related skills. And you cannot learn skill that doesn't match your class.
Parasitic Blood can be used on others at the same level or higher than you. You inherited the max-level Parasitic Blood skill, encompassing all its applications, such as directly using the blood or manifesting the skill through mana and then attacking with it. If the opponent's level is higher than yours, the rate of health decrease will be slower. For example, if you are level one and your opponent is level ten, the health decrease will be significantly slower compared to when you are level ten and your opponent is level one.
[End of Tutorial]
The tutorial ended, and time resumed its normal flow. He now possessed knowledge about the world he had been reincarnated into. His first task: to escape from the suffocating pile of bodies that surrounded him, while the old man continued his grim task of digging graves.
With only the passive Parasitic Blood skill and his own level 1, he knew he couldn't overpower the old man. Instead, he had to devise a clever plan to free himself from his predicament. As the old man finished digging a grave and began transferring bodies.
At level 1, he only had the Parasitic Blood skill. It could only be used by his own blood or use the mana skill but he do not have any skill yet. With no way to overpower the old man and escape, he brainstormed ideas to break free. Meanwhile, the old man finished digging graves and started moving bodies to bury them. He closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, buried beneath the other bodies. The old man sang softly to himself, oblivious to his plight, as he carried bodies one by one to their final resting place.
The graveyard lay hidden in the far away depths of the Holy Kingdom, a grim reality to the darkness that lurked beneath the facade of nobility. Those unfortunate souls assassinated by the nobles found their final resting place here, their secrets buried along with them. And overseeing this clandestine burial ground was the old man, keeper of the secrets that lay beneath the earth.
As time went on, more and more bodies piled up, each one telling a silent story of the powerful people wrongdoing. When the old man lifted the second-to-last body, this bold plan started forming in his head. With this quick, decisive move, he bit his tongue, letting a bit of blood trickle out. Then, he spread it across his teeth, covering them with his own tainted blood, infused with his special skill, Parasitic Blood.
As time dragged on, the old man drew nearer to the last body, each step echoing like a tolling bell in his ears. Each footfall felt like an eternity, stretching out before him like an endless nightmare. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound of it drowning out all else as fear gripped him tightly.
To him, the old man looked like death personified, with his long, white hair and those creepy dark robes. His eyes were crimson red, staring at him with an intensity that gave him the creeps. It felt like the grim reaper himself was standing there, ready to end his fresh start before it even really got going.
He felt this sudden chill of fear creep over him, like it was squeezing the air out of his lungs. Every move the old man made just made his fear grow stronger, like there was this silent scream going on inside his head as he tried to prepare himself for whatever was coming, feeling like he was facing his own mortality head-on.
Gathering up whatever courage he had left, he stayed still as the old man leaned in close, reaching out to nudge him onto his back. With this quiet resolve, he went along with it, pressing himself against the old man's back, holding his breath tight, trying so hard to stay hidden.
Like a predator lying in wait, he seized the moment, his fangs sinking deep into the old man's neck with a viciousness born of desperation. A guttural scream tore through the silence as the old man recoiled in agony, his reflexes kicking in as old man hurled his body away and clutched at his wounded neck, blood gushing between his fingers in a frantic attempt to staunch the flow.