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Zed hesitated for a fraction of a second, his glowing red eye sockets narrowing as he tried to process the logic of a boy summoning Dasani bottles from thin air. But the look on Percy's face, a mix of manic desperation and a terrifying grin, decided it for him.
"Kill him!" Zed shrieked. "Kill him before he gets weird again!"
The skeletal horde surged forward, a tidal wave of rattling bones and rusted iron. They crashed onto the stage, weapons raised, intent on swarming the lone demigod.
But they had forgotten one thing: Percy was wet.
With the Son of Poseidon buff coursing through his veins, Percy wasn't just a twelve-year-old kid anymore. He was a battering ram.
He slammed his bronze shield into the first skeleton, shattering its ribcage into powder and sending the top half of its body flying into the audience.
Riptide flashed, a bronze blur, decapitating two more in a single swing.
He was a whirlwind of destruction, moving faster than the eye could follow. But there were simply too many of them.
A skeleton lunged from his blind spot. Percy parried, but another thrust a spear low. The rusted tip punched through his hoodie, slipping between his ribs.
SHUNK.
The pain was white-hot, stealing the breath from his lungs. But Gamer's Body dulled the edge of it instantly, turning agonizing shock into a dull, manageable throb.
Percy gritted his teeth, grabbed the spear shaft, and snapped it, kicking the offender backward.
He felt warm blood trickling down his side, mixing with the puddle water. His HP bar had taken a nasty hit.
"Okay," Percy growled, his eyes glowing with sea-green light. "My turn."
He slammed his hand onto the wet stage floor. "Water Control!"
He didn't try to lift the water this time. He pushed his mana into it, hardening the liquid instantly. The puddle beneath the skeletons' feet erupted upward.
Dozens of jagged, crystal-clear spikes shot up like stalagmites, impaling the front line of the horde and tearing them apart in a spray of bone shards.
'Ding!'
[Skill Evolved!]
[Hydrokinesis - LVL 5 (74%):]
[Cost: 16 MP per minute]
[New Ability: Water Spikes (500 DMG) - Cost: 100 MP]
Percy staggered, his vision swimming. The attack was devastating, but it was expensive.
[HP: 560/1250]
[MP: 600/1125]
His mana regeneration was boosted by the water, but it wasn't fast enough. He was barely halfway through the fight, and he was running on fumes. He needed a reload.
The skeletons paused, wary of the spikes now receding back into the puddle. They stared at Percy, waiting for his next move.
Percy stared back. Then, with the casual air of someone at a Sunday brunch, he reached into the air and pulled out a stack of syrup-drenched pancakes.
The battlefield went silent. Zed lowered his massive sword. The skeletons tilted their skulls.
Percy shoved an entire pancake into his mouth. Chew. Swallow. Another one. Chew. Swallow.
Zed watched in horror. "Where... where is he putting them? He isn't even chewing properly!"
Percy ignored them. He was practically inhaling the food. With every bite, his wounds knit together, and his energy roared back to life.
"Don't just stand there, you idiots!" Zed screamed, shaking himself out of his stupor. "He's carbo-loading! Get him!"
The skeletons looked at Percy, then back at Zed, and let out a collective, rattling sigh. They really hated middle management.
The spearmen in the back ranks stepped forward. They weren't keen on getting close to the water spikes, so they drew their arms back and launched a volley of rusted javelins.
Percy wiped syrup from his lip. He didn't dodge.
"Water Shield!"
He swept his hand upward. The water on the floor defied gravity, rushing up to form a swirling, dense barrier in front of him.
The spears slammed into the liquid wall, their momentum killed instantly as the water grabbed them.
Percy smirked. He twisted his wrist.
The water shield pulsed, spinning the captured spears around to face their owners. With a shout, Percy released the hold.
The spears fired back with twice the velocity, slamming into the skeleton ranks. Skulls shattered. Armor crumpled. Ten enemies turned to dust in the blink of an eye.
'Ding!'
[Skill Evolved!]
[Hydrokinesis - LVL 6 (40%):]
[New Ability: Water Shield (30/30 Durability) - Cost: 150 MP]
Percy dropped the shield, panting. That was cool, but it cost way too much.
[HP: 1250/1250]
[MP: 400/1125]
He was out of pancakes. He couldn't keep tanking hits. He needed to cut the head off the snake.
He looked up at the balcony. Zed was jumping up and down, screaming insults that would have embarrassed a five-year-old.
Percy capped Riptide, shoving the pen into his pocket. In the same motion, he pulled the Spartan Spear from his inventory. He tested the weight. His Dexterity was solid. He locked his eyes on the necromancer.
"Hey, Zed!" Percy shouted.
"WHAT?!"
Percy threw the spear.
It flew true, a blur of wood and iron. It smashed into Zed's knee, right where the armor plating had a gap.
"MY KNEE! MY EVIL KNEE!" Zed howled, collapsing against the railing.
Percy didn't stop. He knew he had to end this now. He summoned the last dregs of his water, forming three sharp javelins of ice-cold liquid. He launched them at the balcony.
The moment the water left his control, the Son of Poseidon buff vanished. Percy felt his strength plummet back to normal, the exhaustion hitting him like a truck. But the water spears found their mark, pinning Zed to the wall by his cape and armor.
Percy narrowed his eyes.
'Observe.'
[Zedukal (Zed)]
[LVL: 15]
[HP: 1200/3000]
[MP: 500/600]
[Class: Novice Necromancer]
[Stats:]
[STR: 40]
[VIT: 5]
[DEX: 2]
[INT: 34]
[WIS: 2]
[LUC: 0]
[Bio: A wannabe dark lord who stole his uncle's cosplay armor and a book of spells. He raises the dead to compensate for his own insecurities. He has invested almost all his stats into Strength because he thinks "muscles are cool," leaving him with the durability of a wet paper towel. Weaknesses: His mother, acne, and actual combat.]
Percy nearly laughed out loud. A Strength build? On a Necromancer? The guy was an idiot. He had glass-cannon health and zero agility. He was all show.
"You have got to be kidding me," Percy muttered, uncapping Riptide. The bronze blade sprang to life, humming with anticipation.
The skeletons were confused, looking between their pinned leader and the boy on the stage.
Percy didn't give them time to think. He leaped off the stage, abandoning the high ground. He didn't need the water anymore. He just needed his sword.
He crashed into the disorganized mob. Riptide became a conductor's baton, and the screams of the undead were the music.
Percy fell into a trance. Duck, slash, pivot, thrust.
The blade felt light as a feather, singing a deadly song as it cleaved through bone and iron. He wasn't thinking about stats or levels. He was just flowing.
'Ding! Ding!'
[Skill Leveled Up!]
[Sword Mastery - LVL 3 (40%):]
[Passive: You are becoming one with the blade.]
[Effect: +15% Damage when wielding swords.]
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