CHAPTER 12: | A FUTILE ATTEMPT
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[You have slain.]
• S: 1 | T: 2 | Level 6 | Volcanic Sentinel Whark [3★]
• S: 1 | T: 2 | obsidian Hulk Whark [2★] x3
• S: 1 | T: 2 | Jungle Stalker Whark [2★] x6
[You have gained.]
[29,000 - EXP.]
[You have gained a level.] x2
[You have reached your maximum level]
[Would you like to ascend?]
[Yes] / [No]
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[You have devoured.]
• S: 1 | T: 2 | Level 6 | Volcanic Sentinel Whark [3★]
• S: 1 | T: 2 | Volcano Hulk Whark [2★] x3
• S: 1 | T: 2 | Jungle Stalker Whark [2★] x6
[You have gained.]
[+ 29 - Health.]
[+ 27 - Stamina.]
[+ 2 - Mana.]
[+ 0.64 - Physique.]
[+ 0.02 Mystique.]
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[Skills Devoured.]
• Ambush Leap [Tier 3]
• Chameleon Scales [Tier 6]
• Heat Sink Absorption [Tier 2]
• Magma-Forged Plates [Tier 1]
• Primordial Strength [Tier 4]
• Seismic Stomp [Tier 7]
• Silent stride [Tier 4]
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[Grotesque Physique would like to devour this skills.]
• Ambush Leap [Tier 3]
• Chameleon Scales [Tier 6]
• Heat Sink Absorption [Tier 2]
• Magma-Forged Plates [Tier 1]
• Primordial Strength [Tier 4]
• Seismic Stomp [Tier 7]
• Silent stride [Tier 4]
[Yes] / [No]
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Ambush Leap [Active | 10 - Stamina | ▪︎]
The Whark can spring from a crouched position with surprising force, covering significant ground to close the distance to unsuspecting prey.
Chameleon Scales [Passive | ▪︎]
Its scales possess a limited chromo-adaptive ability, allowing minor color and pattern shifts to better blend with its immediate surroundings.
Heat Sink Absorption [Passive | ▪︎]
An intense, visible aura of superheated air shimmers around its body, indicating its incredible capacity to absorb and dissipate thermal energy. This grants it absolute immunity to fire, lava, and even extreme heat-based magical attacks, which are merely consumed by its internal processes.
Magma-Forged Plates [Passive | ▪︎]
Its outer plating, a network of interlocked, magma-forged obsidian, is virtually indestructible. This armor doesn't just deflect attacks; it actively shatters even master-crafted weapons and vaporizes projectiles upon impact, making it an impassable barrier to all but the most potent forces.
Primordial Strength [Passive | ▪︎]
Its musculature, interwoven with solidified lava flows, possesses a raw, untamed strength that defies physical laws. It can effortlessly lift and hurl colossal boulders, rend reinforced steel like paper, and break free from any restraint with a mere flex.
Seismic Stomp [Active | 10 - Stamina | ▪︎]
The Whark can violently stomp a limb, creating a localized tremor that can unbalance foes or crack the ground around it.
Silent Stride [Passive | ▪︎]
The Whark's movements are unnervingly quiet, allowing it to traverse even dense undergrowth with minimal sound.
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It seems that I've obtained quite the skills this time, perhaps performing a few fusions would be possible.
Then I closed my eyes and carefully dragged the skills, a smirk forming on my face.
My gaze was filled with fervor as a smile formed on my lips.
This should do.
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[Would you fuse this skills?]
• Ambush Leap + Seismic Stomp
• Primordial Strength + Stone-Bound Muscles
• Heat Sink Absorption + Magmatic Veins
• Magma-Forged Plates + Chameleon Scales
[Yes] / [No]
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[You have gained.]
• Magma-Core Might [Ascension I]
• Oblivion Shroud [Ascension I]
• Quaking Pounce [Ascension I]
• Thermal Singularity [Ascension I]
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Magma-Core Might [Passive | Ascension I | ▪︎]
The Whark's musculature is infused with solidified telluric energy, creating an incredibly dense and unyielding powerhouse. This grants it a raw, untamed strength that defies physical laws, allowing it to effortlessly lift and hurl colossal boulders, rend reinforced steel like paper, and break free from any restraint with a mere flex. Its blows are delivered with immense, earth-shattering force.
Oblivion Shroud [Passive | Ascension I | ▪︎]
The Whark's outer plating transforms into a formidable Oblivion Shroud, an interwoven network of virtually indestructible, magma-forged obsidian. This armor not only deflects attacks with ease but actively shatters even master-crafted weapons and vaporizes projectiles upon impact, making it an impassable barrier to all but the most potent forces. While its primary function is ultimate defense, the Oblivion Shroud also retains a latent chromo-adaptive ability, allowing for subtle color and pattern shifts to enhance its concealment within its immediate surroundings.
Quaking Pounce [Active | 15 Stamina | Ascension I | ▪︎]
The Whark launches itself with immense, earth-shaking force. This skill allows it to cover significant ground in a single, powerful leap, closing the distance to targets. Upon landing, it delivers a localized seismic shockwave, capable of unbalancing and knocking down multiple foes, cracking the very ground beneath them, and creating an opening for devastating follow-up attacks.
Thermal Singularity [Passive | Ascension I | ▪︎]
The Whark's internal processes reach a critical mass, creating an intense, visible aura of superheated air that shimmers around its form. This signifies its absolute immunity to all forms of thermal energy: fire, lava, and even extreme heat-based magical attacks are entirely absorbed and consumed by its body, serving only to fuel its formidable resilience.
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A low moan of intense pleasure escaped from my throat, as raw power coursed through my form.
It felt like a full-body climax, every fiber of my being reaching a peak of exquisite sensation.
This ecstasy was heavenly, the power coursing through my body increased relentlessly as my form grew at a rapid rate.
The structure of my muscles shifted, infused with mana as magma now flooded my veins.
My resistance to cold and heat had significantly increased as my new set of armor had fused with my previous armors, and my form became leaner.
Now I could say that I could take tens of its magma blasts with ease, but being overconfident would do me more harm than good.
I wouldn't want to perish just due to my head bloating with ego.
Like how I, a child of the supreme god, a being whose existence was filled with divinity, died against a mortal due to my overconfidence.
But, after that lifetime, I began to cultivate my mind, seeking to become stronger so that I could resist life's temptations.
Then a powerful presence descended from above.
A palpable pressure began on my shoulder, this feeling was the same as that time.
But not quite, since it was far too weak to compare to that Goliath who died as nothing but a plaything to that shadow.
Its molten gold eyes burned with arrogance from a face of jagged, obsidian-like rock.
Its form was similar to that of the Volcanic Sentinel, but it was vastly superior in every aspect.
A horn protruded from its head, glowing with molten heat.
Its form radiated a hellish heat that rendered even my fire resistance useless against it.
Its obsidian plating, no, its menacing molten magma exoskeleton covering its body, already told me this bastard would be a difficult opponent.
So I shouted internally.
'Fuck! Why am I so fucking unfortunate as to encounter a Lord Class Demonic Beast?! Damnit!'
I gazed at its body that radiated such intense heat even the water around it began to warp.
Its throat began to glow wildly, and I could feel that my chances of survival were extremely low.
'Truly...'
I muttered internally as I began to contemplate why a Lord Class Demonic Beast would suddenly take an interest in pitiful me?
Why now, when I'm just starting my journey?
When I'm not a hundred percent confident that I could massacre your family?
Why now, you damned bastard, when my
mind was no longer that of a divine being?
But I smiled.
I could feel it from its gaze alone, It wanted me to feel despair from its mere presence.
It wanted me to shout those words, but so what?
It was nothing but a mere beast!
A mere Lord Class Demonic Beast, a bottom feeder whose potential was only that of a Stage 2 monster!
So what!
So why did I need to fear mongrels of such stature?
I couldn't count how many of these bastards, how many impressive beings, that I'd killed throughout my entire cycle!
I shouted like a maniac as a deep, guttural howl filled with anger tore from my throat.
I challenged it.
'Come at me, you damned bastard!!!'
But before the battle could even begin, the Volcanic Tyrant, or whatever it was called, gazed at me with its molten eyes, then my armor began to melt from the intense heat it exuded.
Then its form blurred.
It reappeared inches away from my face, mouth wide open.
I saw an orange light flashing from its mouth just before it closed it, slamming its tail into my back and sending me crashing into the ground.
Crash!
Sediments rose from the ground, forming a dense fog as it opened its mouth and unleashed a magma blast that tore through the cloud.
But I'd already predicted it and moved meters away from where I crashed as the molten magma devoured the ground.
But before I could regain my composure, the Volcanic Tyrant reappeared inches away from me, moving to slam into me with its tail.
I intercepted its attack with 'Quaking Pounce,' my mouth tearing through its molten armor with ease as 'Sunder Maw' powered my bite.
Pain was visible in its eyes.
Before it could regain its composure, I'd already activated 'Quaking Pounce,' smashing it into the ground.
I tore through its molten armor, ignoring the pain from its striking mouth.
The Volcanic Tyrant, knowing of its demise due to its carelessness, opened its maw, ready to unleash its hell on its enemy.
But before it could, pain rammed its jaw as I slammed its mouth shut with the help of 'Quaking Pounce.'
Then I muttered internally.
'Foolish.'
Boom!
A concussive sound ripped through the water as molten magma exploded from its mouth.
A sickening shriek followed as its jaw flew meters away, one of its eyes detonating in a burst of searing light.
It thought that it still had an advantage as long as its magma blast could reach me.
But was I dumb enough to wait for my demise?
No, I wasn't.
That's why I orchestrated this, to bite its gills, to give it a false hope that it was losing, to pin it to the ground, to tell it that it was over.
And that's when it would unleash a torrent of magma, that would be the weapon I'd use to kill it.
To use its own weapon to kill it.
It was such a simple plan that killed it.
I gazed at its body convulsing from pain as I decapitated it in a single bite, then I muttered coldly.
'Rest in peace, dumb bitch.'
As a hologram appeared before me to display my glorious victory against a Lord Class Demonic Beast.
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[You have slain.]
• S: 1 | T: 4 | Level 9 | Magma Tyrant Whark [3★]
[You have gained.]
[600,000 - EXP.]
[You have gained a level.] x15
[You have reached your maximum level]
[Would you like to ascend?]
[Yes] / [No]
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[You have slain a Lord.]
[You've obtained.]
• [Lord Slayer]
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[You have devoured.]
• S: 1 | T: 4 | Level 9 | Magma Tyrant Whark [4★]
[You have gained.]
[+ 89 - Health.]
[+ 70 - Stamina.]
[+ 59 - Mana.]
[+ 0.44 - Physique.]
[+ 0.99 Mystique.]
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[Skills Devoured.]
• Geothermal Overload Core [Tier 10]
• Infernal Breath [Tier 10]
• Infernal Magma Furnace [Tier 10]
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[Grotesque Physique would like to devour this skills.]
• Geothermal Overload Core [Tier 10]
• Infernal Breath [Tier 10]
• Infernal Magma Furnace [Tier 10]
[Yes] / [No]
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Geothermal Overload Core [Passive | ▪︎]
A pulsating core of superheated rock and elemental fire deep within the Tyrant's chest. This nexus constantly draws geothermal energy, amplifying the Whark's durability and fueling its devastating attacks. If ruptured, it violently implodes, disintegrating the Whark in a blinding, superheated flash.
Inferno Breath [Active | 50 - Mana | ▪︎]
From its abyssal maw, the Whark unleashes a directed torrent of superheated, liquid magma and volcanic gases. This devastating stream incinerates everything in its path, melting metal, charring stone, and leaving behind a wake of searing, bubbling slag that continues to inflict damage and hinder movement.
Internal Magma Furnace [Passive | ▪︎]
An intense, radiating heat emanates from its core, visible as shimmering heat hazes and faint smoke from its vents. This grants it absolute immunity to all forms of heat, fire, and lava, which are not only harmless but are absorbed and processed by its internal, superheated furnace, bolstering its own energy reserves.
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