With the makeshift spear in one hand and the other spare ones securely tied to his backpack, he moved cautiously through the corridor, maintaining a low profile.
While Lucas cautiously made his way through the corridor to the stairs leading down, he couldn't help but notice the claw marks and blood stains that marred the once-familiar walls, floor, and most classrooms.
Along the way, he encountered the gruesome remains of half-eaten and torn bodies of the students.
While most people would have been horrified or repulsed by such a gruesome sight, Lucas was getting excited with a faint smirk.
To him, the world's transformation was a welcome change. Because of his primal urge to fight from childhood.
The peaceful world he had known before had never truly suited his desire to fight, This desire led him into countless fights, one of which resulted in him putting a senior student, three years his elder, in the hospital with multiple broken bones.
It was in the aftermath of this incident that his mother, filled with desperation, made him to make a promise to her to 'not fight with anyone again'.
Now, as the world had evolved into something darker and more perilous, he felt a surge of excitement. Fighting had always been his passion, and in this new reality, he would have to fight even for his own survival.
Moving forward Lucas cautiously descended the stairs, the walls and floors were marred with gruesome claw marks and bloodstains, seeing all the marks and blood he contemplated "Seeing these marks it seems whatever caused this is downstairs."
Slowly moving further down, the unsettling sounds of munching and snapping of bones reached his ears, sending sweat down his spine.
Upon reaching the ground floor, Lucas was confronted with a nightmarish sight—a colossal wolf, towering at least 2 to 3 meters in height, stood amidst a scene of carnage.
The creature had once been a domestic dog but had transformed into a monstrous predator. Its purple fur was drenched in blood, its mouth stained crimson from its grisly feast.
Lucas, crouching low on the stairs, watched the wolf with a mixture of dread and determination. In his hands, he tightly gripped his makeshift spear, ready to defend himself if necessary.
Suddenly, the system window materialized in front of him, and the mechanical voice echoed in his mind, cutting through the chaos of the scene with its eerie presence.
Showing the info on the monster.
| Monster Database - Name: Purple Hound
Class: G class (subclass G+)
Level: 6
Description: The purple Hound is a peculiar and colossal wolf, standing at an imposing height of 3 meters (approximately 9.8 feet). Despite its size, it remains at the lowest class level due to its origins, but it still possesses the danger on lower levels.
Lucas, stunned, asked the system in a whisper, "Why are you showing the monster info to me? can monster see the information of us like this?"
The system replied in Lucas's mind, saying in a mechanical voice, "It is one of the functions of the 'Genesis system,' bestowed to only the most intelligent sentient species of every single world chosen for merging."
Hearing that relieved Lucas as he focused on the hound again.
Crouching low on the stairs, Lucas gripped his spear with killing intent, the system window still hovering before him. His heart raced, and his mind raced even faster. He knew he had to be cautious.
The Purple Hound's ears perked up, and sensing, it turned its attention to the intruder. It growled menacingly, its sharp, jagged teeth smeared with fresh gore. With deadly intent, it abandoned its meal and advanced toward Lucas with slow but deliberate steps.
Lucas's eyes locked onto the hound's movements, ready to react at a moment's notice. The tension in the air was palpable.
The hound lunged forward, jaws wide open, attempting to crush Lucas in its powerful bite. With a swift, practiced motion, Lucas sidestepped the attack, feeling the rush of air as the hound's massive jaws snapped shut just inches from his face.
With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Lucas retaliated, jabbing his makeshift spear at the hound's exposed flank. The spear tip found its mark, sinking into the hound's flesh with a sickening squelch. The hound howled in pain, its blood spattering on the floor.
The force of Lucas's attack knocked the hound off balance, and it stumbled, its paws skidding on the tiled floor. It quickly regained its footing, its eyes filled with fury.
Throwing the splintered wood spear from his hands he took another one from behind, murmuring "Although that pelt is penetrable it is still hard, I have numbered spears I need to end it before I run out"
The hound's reaction was swift. It reared up on its hind legs, its massive claws glinting in the dim light. In a whirlwind of motion, it slashed at Lucas with its claws, sending razor-sharp "wind blades" slicing through the air.
Lucas's heart pounded as he dodged and weaved, narrowly avoiding the deadly blades. One of them grazed his arm, leaving a shallow but stinging wound. He gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't afford to let his guard down.
With newfound determination, Lucas reached to his backpack and pulled out another spear. Gripping it firmly in his hands, he charged toward the hound, their eyes locked in a fierce standoff.
As they closed the distance between them, Lucas made a split-second decision. He slid between the hound's powerful forelegs, narrowly avoiding the snapping jaws, and drove both spears into the hound's stomach, where the pelt was soft
"Howl" The hound howled in agony as pain coursed through its body.
With remarkable agility, Lucas slid out from between the hound's hind legs and leaped onto its back.
A triumphant smile crossed his face as he declared, "Haha, now let's start the rodeo."
With his newfound control over the situation, Lucas drilled his hands in the hounds wound and commanded his class, uttering the words, "Death embrace"
As Lucas uttered his skill name, dark green-tinged energy surged from his hand, enveloping his hands and snaking its veiny tendrils inside the hound's body, extracting a green-colored energy like bulging veins.
The hound's howls of pain intensified as the life force was drained from its body, healing Lucas's wounds in the process. The hound's once-menacing growls turned into pitiful whimpers.
It was a risky move, but Lucas knew he had to do whatever it took to survive in this new, perilous world.
In its frantic attempts to break free, the hound thrashed around, slamming into walls and doors, wounding Lucas in the process. However, Lucas maintained his grip, relentless in draining the creature's life force to heal himself.
As he continued, he could feel the hound's life force dwindling with each passing second, its movements growing sluggish.
Finally, with one last, feeble attempt to resist, the hound collapsed to the ground, whimpering in a low voice but still holding a glint of killing intent in its eyes as it looked at Lucas and growled.
Lucas released his grip and the dark green-tinged energy retracted back into his body, panting heavily as he stood in front of the fallen hound.
He retrieved the spear from the hound's stomach, blood gushing out from the hound's wound.
Crouching in front of the hound, Lucas spoke softly looking into his eyes, "Buddy, although I hated you for always bitting me when you were a dog, but that was a good fight I enjoyed it. Now, become my experience and my first subject."
With those words, he stood back and stabbed the hound in the neck, the creature let out its final cries as it succumbed to death, its body lifeless and still.
Lucas had emerged victorious. As Lucas heard the system's voice in his mind, it proclaimed, "You have killed the mutated species purple Hound and gained experience points."
"You have gained extra experience points for killing an opponent much higher then you"
"Congratulations, you learned a new skill 'Pain Tolerance' (level G) "
"Congratulations, you learned a new skill 'Resilience' (level G) "
"Gained a Title "Battle Maniac":- Increases focuses and all stats by 3 when fighting an opponent higher level than yours."
But Lucas, for the moment, ignored the system notifications. Leaning against the hound's lifeless body, resting there for some time.
The room, once filled with the cries and sounds of battle, was now shrouded in eerie silence, with only the sound of his ragged breathing.
After some minutes of resting, Lucas stood up, shaking the dust off of him. As he looked at the lifeless body of the Purple Hound, he smirked and said, "Now, let's get you up again, buddy."
But then, with a confused look on his face, he turned to the system and asked, "Hey, system, how do I turn him into an undead?"
The system replied, "To use your skill to raise undead, you just have to point your hand toward the body and think of the skill or give the command"
Following the system's instructions, Lucas directed his hand toward the hound's lifeless body and said in a cold voice, "Arise."
As Lucas pointed his hand towards the lifeless body of the Purple Hound and uttered the word "arise," a strange and eerie sensation washed over him.
It was as if a current of dark energy flowed from his fingertips into the hound's corpse.
The once-dead creature began to twitch, its limbs spasming as if it were caught in the throes of an unnatural resurrection.
A sinister bluish glow enveloped the hound's body, starting from the tips of its paws and spreading upward.
With a sudden, jerking motion, the hound's body lurched to its feet. It was a grotesque and eerie sight. The hound's body was covered in tattered, matted fur, its color changed from purple to Black with small blue streaks around his neck.
Its most striking feature was its hollow eyes, which blazed with malevolent dark green flames, but with no temperature casting an eerie glow on his face.
As the undead hound moved, the green flames seemed to seep from its empty eye sockets, leaving eerie, ethereal trails in the air behind it, as if it were a harbinger of doom.
It stood before Lucas, its eyes fixed on him, no longer showing signs of aggression but rather a complete sense of submission, with its head bowed.
Lucas couldn't help but feel a mixture of fascination and unease as he gazed at the undead creature he had just raised. It was his first attempt at using his power of necromancy.
The system's voice echoed in his mind, "You have successfully raised an undead minion, You can give it commands, and it will follow them until the end"
"Note: The undead is another form of monster made from dark mana and remains of a dead creature it can gain strength over time by taking the life force or mana of an enemy"
Lucas seeing the note, said, "Well, let's see how I can store them. It will be helpful to know about it for future battles or maybe surprise attacks" With that decision made, he put his bag and other spears in his inventory.
While looking at the Hound groveling on his feet, he said "store", as the shadow of Lucas stretched going beneath the Hound's feet and taking it inside in a flash and returning to normal.
As the shadow receded, a system notification appeared: "Undead Purple Wolf successfully stored. You can take him out anytime with a thought and it can come out from the shadows connected to you."
Hearing the system's instructions, Lucas smirked and said "If I interpreted this right, then by using my robe abilities I can make undead appear from unexpected places of monsters and enemies alike."
Lucas couldn't help but be impressed by the functionality and synergy of the robe and his ability. It provided him with a convenient way to store and summon his undead minions, offering flexibility in battle and potentially granting him the upper hand against future adversaries.
With the undead Runt Hound at his side once again, Lucas continued down the hallway, ready to explore this transformed world and face whatever challenges lay ahead.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Lucas addressed the undead Runt Hound, "You're with me now, buddy. Protect me and help me survive in this world."
The hound's glowing eyes seemed to acknowledge his command, and it let out a low, guttural growl, a sound that could send shivers down anyone's spine. It was a growl that signaled its readiness to follow his orders.