CHAPTER 24: | THE SOUTHERN LORD
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[You have slain.]
• S: 1 | T: 7 | Level 33 | Leviathan Tyrant Wharkin [4★]
[You have gained.]
[3,150,000 - EXP.]
[You have gained a level.] x11
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[You have devoured.]
• S: 1 | T: 7 | Level 30 | Leviathan Tyrant Wharkin [4★]
[You have gained.]
[+ 17 - Health.]
[+ 165 - Stamina.]
[+ 255 - Mana.]
[+ 2.16 Mystique.]
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[Skills Devoured.]
• Apex Transmutation [Tier 8]
• Molten Gold Fist [Tier 9]
• Golden Blood [Tier 7]
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[Grotesque Physique would like to devour these skills.]
• Apex Transmutation [Tier 8]
• Molten Gold Fist [Tier 9]
• Golden Blood [Tier 7]
[Yes] / [No]
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Apex Transmutation [Active | 150 - Mana | ▪︎]
The Whark possesses unparalleled, fluid control over its own physiology, allowing for instantaneous and seamless shifts between its massive crocodilian-whale form and a towering, grotesque humanoid form. This transformation is effortless and grants access to distinct, optimized combat capabilities in each state.
Molten Gold Fist [Active | 50 - Mana | ▪︎]
In its humanoid form, the Wharkin channels concentrated mana, causing its fist to erupt with a blinding, molten golden light. This attack strikes with explosive force, capable of shattering bone, creating wide impact craters, and momentarily stunning targets with its sheer concussive power.
Golden Blood [Passive | ▪︎]
The Wharkin's iridescent golden blood possesses potent regenerative properties. Wounds inflicted upon it slowly close, and internal damage begins to mend, though severe trauma still requires time for full recovery.
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Good, the gains this time are quite bountiful, with me now maximizing most of my stats except mana.
And with the addition of Apex Transmutation at my sleeves, a fusion with Morphological Mastery is not just a possibility, but a reality.
I ran my tongue over dry lips, a low chuckle escaping my throat as my gaze intently scanned the surrounding perimeter for any notable monsters.
The water around me vibrated with each heavy impact of clashing wharks, sending ripples through the swaying kelp forests and undulating seagrass beds.
It was quite peaceful, if I say, but it was perhaps time for me to leave this place after I dealt with the southern lord and checked the center part of this cavern.
To see if there's anything of interest that appeared while I was away from that place.
My hands moved with a trembling, eager glee as they dragged Morphological Mastery and Apex Transmutation onto the glowing fusion table before me, my crimson eyes gleaming with the insatiable greed of what they would become.
Then I clicked yes.
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[Would you fuse these skills?]
• Morphological Mastery + Apex Transmutation
[Yes] / [No]
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[You have gained.]
• Draconic Form [Ascension I]
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Draconic Form [Active | 200 Mana | Ascension I | ▪︎]
The Whark effortlessly shifts between its colossal crocodilian-whale form and a towering, grotesque Draconic Form, gaining powerful combat adaptations like razor-sharp claws, hardened plates, and formidable horns. This seamless transformation grants it optimized capabilities and terrifying versatility in any fight.
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I pondered for a while at the revelation before me, a deep ache blooming as I could feel the grinding, tearing pain of my form mutating into that of a draconian.
The structure of my face now took a more draconic visage as horns like that of a dragon elongated from my skull then curved into a crescent shape.
As the scales all around my body were now five times smaller than my nails and more refined, their color turned white as they let out a faint glimmer of gold.
My tail became more menacing and more reptilian as runic markings could be seen on the scales of my tail, showcasing its impressive might.
My eyes were still the same piercing crimson, but now my irises had narrowed into keen reptilian slits, sharpening my field of vision to mimic that of a predator.
Lastly, a sigil could be seen on my forehead, indicating that this ability could awaken or evolve into something greater when the conditions are met.
But sadly, it won't be able to evolve as Grotesque Physique has already blocked it, and now it only relies on Grotesque Physique, which is such a shame.
I gazed at my nails, now razor-sharp and elongated, as I swiped one into the water.
A shimmering streak of light flashed, effortlessly cutting a shallow groove through the seabed, and a low chuckle rumbled from my lips.
"It seems that my strength could now send a projectile if I wished it."
But it was too weak to injure a being such as the lord of the south.
Time passed like the grains falling from the hourglass, and looking at my tracks, it seems that I am quite halfway to the south.
The dense, shadowy forest of kelp now growing increasingly prominent before me, a clear sign of the miles I've covered in the last few days since the fusion.
Days really passed, and while I journeyed, I tested my form and new skill again and again to discover their limits.
Molten Gold Fist was quite the intriguing skill that allowed me to coat my fist with mana until it glowed a molten gold heat that allowed for a more destructive attack.
If before I could destroy a five-meter boulder, now the firepower of my punch could destroy a boulder of twenty-five meters with ease.
Truly, the enhancement from such a skill is quite formidable, and I could augment it with Cataclysmic Inferno Breath to make it more destructive.
I just found out a few days ago that I could charge my hand with Cataclysmic Inferno Breath and unleash it on my punch or palm attack in the form of a small molten ball.
"Quite the discovery, right?"
But well, that's not all.
Since I could pretty much sacrifice my blood, now called Golden Blood, to accelerate the formation of Cataclysmic Inferno Breath, making it more potent.
While molten magma, or Cataclysmic Inferno Breath, could be unleashed as a method of attack, I could now use it to rapidly heal myself.
By engulfing the projectile in the form of a small sphere of molten magma and using its heat and energy as a source to stimulate my Golden Blood to work on overdrive.
It's not in their descriptions, but I've created such a way that it made these three skills even more terrifying than they already are.
"Speak of the devil. It seems I am already here..."