[Congratulations! You are the first Earthling to earn a title]
[Title, Skill Savant, has been granted]
[Skill, Vacuum, has been learnt]
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[Skill(s): Vacuum: The World of energy bends to your will]
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"...No energy cost," Ozias simply said, before he continued on.
As impressive as the skill was, it was unable to be used passively. He wasn't that skilled in using it, otherwise its use would have been mouth-watering.
That said, it didn't mean the skill was subpar. Fact is, it was better than Ozias was letting on—he had replenished his Flow in merely ten seconds after all. He didn't dwell too much on it because there were more pressing matters to attend to.
For example, three Zombies had entered his Awakened Eyes range, but he still couldn't open his eyes yet.
"Me and my shitty luck," Ozias mumbled, raising his weapon. Then he paused, his face paling.
"Can this get any worse?" He could help but say when he sensed two more Zombies entering his range from the opposite direction.
Now he was ganged up on by five Zombies, and one of them looked to be a mutant.
The silver lining in it all though, was that within his Awakened Eyes range… nothing could escape his senses—so he thought.
In one moment he was monitoring the Zombie's movements, and in the next, the Mutant Zombie was upon him, its claws swinging at him wildly.
Ozias ducked under the attack, his eyes widening in shock.
He didn't panic, but bent out of the way of another Zombie's strike, whacked the third's arm away, then charged at the fourth, kicking it right in the chest and sending it flying back.
He spun on the balls of his feet to meet the strike of the mutant Zombie again, parrying its arm to the side.
The fifth closed in and slashed his arms with its set of claws, drawing blood.
Ozias groaned, a frown appearing on his face.
He bent his weapon and threw off the Mutant Zombie, kicked the second and thrust the metal pole at the fifth, killing it instantly.
The pressure lessened, but he was running out of time. Awakened Eyes wouldn't last forever, and if he lost the only vision he had, then he was worse than a sitting duck.
The Mutant Zombie was the most dreadful of them, it seemed to have mutated to have an insane burst of speed, but that was it.
It could only burst forth with speed. It didn't truly have super speed or whatnot.
So using this to his advantage, he monitored it, and when it blasted towards him again, he reacted swiftly, putting the pole in its path.
Its chest crashed into it—almost going through it even—and using all the generated momentum, Ozias hurled it over his head.
The mutant Zombie soared over his head, its body flipping upside down.
Ozias torqued his torso in one seamless motion, holding the pole like a baseball bat and taking a wide swing at the falling Zombie.
The metal met its head with a furious bang, the Zombie's head exploding like a watermelon instantly. At the same time… The metal pole snapped.
Ozias almost lost his cool when that happened, but he didn't hesitate to reach out and snatch the broken half out of the air.
Like he said earlier, there was no time for fear or panic to settle within him. Either that, or he died.
He breathed out deeply, the pain in his arms becoming numb. It wasn't a good sign, as much as he liked it. The lack of feeling was proof that he was turning, and he didn't want that.
He had survived too long to be turned into a Zombie now. He needed to get to that dungeon quickly as that was his only way of finding that antidote again.
Ozias focused on the remaining Zombies, a sharp, piercing aura radiating off him.
He charged at a Zombie, smacking its arm away and using the other half of the metal pole to bat its head. Then he stabbed its head as hard as he could, finishing it off.
He moved to the next, not wasting a motion. In a series of calculated moves, he had defeated the Zombies, and an influx of energy washed over him, relieving him of his pain a little.
Ozias groaned, feeling like he had hit his head against a wall.
His comprehension wasn't easy to handle, but its use was needed. His battle prowess was increasing steadily, and he was getting better with each fight.
He looked to the side, at the body of the Mutant Zombie, and he smiled.
[1x Skill Crux]
Ozias picked it up, and it shattered.
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[Apocalypse System]
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>[PROFILE]
-[Name: Ozias Draven]
-[Race: Human]
-[Race Grade: F+]
-[Title(s): Skill Savant]
-[Lineage: ???]
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>[STATS]
-[Physical: 3.2%]
-[Mental: 1.1%]
-[Spiritual: 0.9%]
-[Flow: 3]
-[Karma: 1]
-[Affinity: ???]
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[Comprehension(s): Basic Spear Mastery: 0.9%]
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[Skill(s): Vacuum, Instant Burst]
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>[Inventory: —]
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The newest skill's name spoke for itself, but he still checked its description, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Instant Burst was a skill that pushed its user to their top speed in an instant. It was like going from Zero to Max in a split second.
The amount of flow he had had increased. In short, all his stats had increased, except Spiritual and Karma.
Spiritual was not something he could or would understand anytime soon, so he didn't bother with it. He didn't see it helping him in any way, so that was that.
Instead he focused on what helped him the most at the moment.
Ozias tried to open his eyes again, but the pain forced him to close them tightly.
He tried again, but still ultimately closed his eyes.
'Will I enter a Dungeon like this?' Ozias pondered. He had read books, and he definitely knew that Dungeons weren't child's play. He could well and truly lose his life if something went wrong.
'But I can't just sit and do nothing,' Ozias continued inwardly.
'I have to move,' he thought again, looking at a trail of energy in the air. 'If death comes, I'll just find a way around it.'
Such simple words couldn't have been more preposterous. But he was Ozias Draven… and a Draven didn't need to fear anything.