Alpha Realm (OP.MC.|Harem|NSFW)

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 9

SE: 0 | HP: 250 | MP: 0

Race: Were-Dragon

「 It was the beginning of Aizel’s 13th night on Geas. 」

The Human group plus a Were-Doggo group he was stalking were making progress through the forest during the day at a snail's pace; based on their travel direction, they were headed for one of the smaller mountains that had a spot at its top that they could travel south through. At their current speed, it would take them around three more days just to get to the base of the mountain range. They could probably take another day to hike up and down the mountain.

Sadly, they had lost like three people to goblins. Aizel only saw it happen once; it was even clearer now how valuable (Focus) was. A single goblin sprinted towards them. They managed to make some kind of shitty defensive circle, but before they could kill it, it managed to drive its claws into one of the shield bearers' gut, and then pulled. It was fucking horrible to see, even at a distance.

He thought he was desensitized, seeing how he had killed goblins similarly, just without the pulling of innards part. But he wasn’t; seeing it happen to a human was dread-inducing. He could not help but place himself in the man’s shoes. That was not a pretty way to go.

He had established a good rhythm the last three days, waking up at noon, researching his skills until nightfall, hunting until he leveled up, and then re-acquiring a single skill for an extra SE before sleep at sunrise.

'Did my "predecessors" not teach them a simple fucking "Shield Wall?" Is not even that hard to come up with, and they were so fucking close to achieving one naturally. The only reason I do not feel "second-hand embarrassment" is because of the fallen ones.'

(Restore) could be used to alleviate his fatigue, expedite his muscle recovery, and even help him strain his muscles more while using (Focus). Weirdly enough, it had great synergy with (Condensate). It could be used as a self-cooling system, allowing him to keep himself fresh during flights and fights.

(Condensate) also had synergy with (Purify), making it more efficient.

His melee fighting style now used most of his skills in some capacity. (Discharge) could help him if he used it a very low intensity on himself, using (Infuse) to guide the skill, allowing his muscles to strain while using (Focus), healing the damage caused by the explosive movement with (Restore), keeping himself cool with (Condensate), as long as he was restrained and showed humility, it did not use that much HP.

Combined with his martial arts background, he needed only a few movements to dispose of a goblin.

A "funny" thing that he had discovered was the presence of mana marbles inside all creatures. It started when he hunted his second hobgoblin. He sneaked up on it at night, and while using (Infuse) and (Discharge) to make an efficient kill path for his lightning, his mana reached a sphere the size and shape of a toy marble that was by the hobgoblin’s heart.

Remembering how the first one had exploded from within, he used (Discharge) to deliberately pass through that marble as it moved through the monster’s body.

Since the path went through the brain, it died instantly; it required more than double the energy of a goblin's for his lightning to actually enter the hobgoblin. But once the lightning arch reached the marble. It exploded, sending shit everywhere.

He then tried to find the same marble in goblins, and they had them—just smaller—also in their hearts. These could also explode when hit with lightning.

At first, he assumed this was a quirk exclusive to monsters, like in many games and media. But when he restocked on deer, he found an even smaller marble by its heart. He then proceeded to kill a rabbit just to see if the pattern repeated, and sure enough, a tiny one was present. Barely the size of the head of a pin or match.

Looking at himself with (Infuse), he did not find a marble at first. It was not until he put some of his HP back into MP that a small marble was created in between two hearts. Curiously, he could not feel it grow even as he witnessed it being created as he slowly assigned points.

The smallest size was the same as the rabbit’s at 10 MP; at 50, it became the size of a goblin, at 100 a hobgoblin’s. It never stopped growing as he increased his MP points; it only slowed its growth rate when he dumped more SE into his MP pool. The marble dissipated once he reassigned his points to HP, so he guessed that creatures that used HP to use magic like himself lacked a mana marble.

He started wearing his jeans again, just for the pockets to carry around the marbles he now collected from his kills. They were probably valuable in society and had also the fun side effect of exploding spectacularly when hit with lightning.

Throwing them hard at a rock wall did not crack them; not even smashing them with all his strength with a smooth river rock managed to make them explode or even scratch them. They reminded him of the head of a Prince Rupert's drop, but without the tail that shattered the whole thing.

Only with lightning did he manage to make them explode; the smaller ones only popped like a cracker, and even the marble-sized ones only compared to a large firecracker. The fun part began when he used a lot of HP on a single (Discharge), which made the explosion, at least the hobgoblin ones, a lot larger.

The even more fun began once he used (Infuse) on them. They did not grow once harvested, for some reason. But they could be charged.

Another weird discovery was that when he charged them with MP, they lost their additional charge over a short time. But if he used his HP, they turned red and kept their charge. So he could charge them up with HP, then use a large (Discharge), causing a large explosion, akin to a full stick of dynamite, if he used a hobgoblin marble with around 50 HP charged into them. He almost lost an arm the first time, and the second time he got some rock shrapnel that could have seriously hurt him if he was not "wearing" his scales.

So now his jeans had new holes in them. But he also had a new hobby, using his remaining HP to charge hobgoblin marbles before going to sleep. The hobgoblin marbles were probably valuable on the market, but they were just too fun to not use; he would probably regret that later.

He stashed the goblin marbles in his shelter and was down to a single charged hobgoblin marble. The only reason he did not keep charging it to destroy a single nest in one go was that there was a range limit on his (Infuse),(Focus), (Discharge) combo.

After about ten meters, or two sedans long, the "path" that he could feel and manipulate became a mess, and the lethal radius of the charged marble was a five-meter radius, or one sedan long. Give or take a few chihuahuas. And only if done in the air, loose rocks could become bullets, so he only did air-bursts.

And even at max distance, the pressure wave was not pleasant; he usually did it from behind a tree because of that. He was not fast enough to escape the explosion to do flybys yet.

A part of him wanted to keep his solitary life in the woods, but it was just a small one. He was really sick of being away from civilization. It was the meals and sleep that were really grinding him down. At this point, he would kill for some salt and a normal bed. Kill a human, that is, at least the were-pup-looking guy.

Aizel knew not to get his hopes up; based on how the humans that he stalked carried themselves, the tech level was low. The fact that the savages had a single marksman amongst them, ranks of snails, was a clear sign of it.

But even the sheets that they made their tents with were enough for him at the moment. 'Why don’t the goblins have those? Do they use them all to cover their dicks? It's not like they do not have other stolen stuff.'

His mind was made up; he would level one last time tonight even if he had to massacre all the goblins in sight. So he made his way into one of the larger camps he had found, 60 kilometers (37 miles) deep into the forest, where the ones with actual swords and armors where.

— — —

Like a shadow, Aizel descended from high above the clouds. The hobgoblin camp he had selected as his hunting ground was filled with goblins. Torches and campfires lit the forest from within; stealth was not even in his plans.

He landed with his dagger on the back of a hobgoblin’s neck, using it to stop his descent, severing its spine in an instant. The beast crashed into the forest floor with a loud thump, alerting the whole camp.

Aizel severed the hobgoblin's neck from ear to ear. Even paralyzed, it was not an easy task; his blade was not as sharp as it was when he first looted it, and the skin around the monster’s neck was as tough and loose.

Several goblins rushed towards him, and he engaged them at close range. The more he increased his HP, the tougher his scales became; as long as they did not stab him in the squishy bits, it was as if he was wearing wooden armor. However, it was not strong enough to be compared to steel yet.

His scales prevented the goblins from just shredding him with their claws, and allowed him to get close to them. A single precise slash to their neck was all it took for him to end the life of the small creatures.

When that was not possible, he took a page out of their own book of gory cruelty, slashing low at their abdomen and pulling their intestines out.

More goblins began to rush him, so he equipped a second dagger on his left hand in reverse grip; he was not as dexterous with it as he was with his right hand—or even his tail that also twisted around a third six-inch dagger—and not because of the edginess, but because he could use it as an ice pick for stabbing. When combined with the thumb claws coming from the shortest manifestation of his wings, turned him into a goblin blender. He only needed one in his mouth to cosplay as a certain bee.

He stabbed at a goblin with his left hand, but it blocked it. His right arm was already slashing outwards; a deep wound appeared on the monster’s palms. As it screamed and opened its guard, a third blade struck it on the liver, punching and twisting before being pulled out. As the creature bent over from the pain, two curved claws entered the sides of its neck, immediately spreading outwards and ripping it apart.

The goblin was kicked back into an incoming triplet, crashing into them and stalling them for a moment. Suddenly, a rush of lightning used the creature’s open wounds to carve a path towards its mana marble. In an instant, it was overcharged and exploded with enough force to stun the stumbling goblins.

Less than a second later, all three of them were falling with their necks sliced open.

Similar scenes repeated in the coming minutes; screams that ended up in gargling sounds that would send shivers down most people’s spines were silenced by explosions that echoed through the forest.

Aizel was covered in black blood; he stopped to catch his breath after the goblins stopped rushing him. None were left standing; the only survivors were those who fled into the forest. They could not go far at night, so he was about to begin hunting them down when he heard rustling leaves coming from deeper in the camp.

There was some kind of hut made of large branches and leaves that blended perfectly with the surrounding vegetation. From within it, two fully naked female hobgoblins came. They had a body that would make any female envious. Thick and athletic, with not an ounce of extra fat to be found. Massive firm breasts with large dark areolas and erect nipples, full outer labia that were still leaking fluids that dripped down their perfect thigh-gaps. Black tribal lines and cuneiform runes were tattooed all over their skin, from toes to neck.

The scene would be quite erotic were it not ruined by their faces. They looked like the perfect image of an old witch. Large noses that curved downwards, Pointy deformed ears, wrinkled foreheads, and twisted teeth with large tusks coming from their almost lip-less mouths. Almost completely bald, with just a few thick hairs sparsely covering their wrinkled head.

They looked like a joke from fate, something out of a weird tag inside obscure forums involving grandmas.

Aizel was stunned in place. The she-hobgoblin’s looked around their camp, their face almost showing emotion for a moment as they saw the aftermath of the massacre. Suddenly, they locked eyes with him. Without screaming or making much sound, they both rushed him.

Aizel was about to throw his hobgoblin explosive marble at them when a massive roar came from within the hut. The she-hobgoblins stopped in their tracks. Still looking at their "prey".

"Baby dragon… I’ll cut both ya arms, both ya legs, both ya wings, cha' tail… I’ll declaw cha! And then… I’ll make ya breed gremlins with dragon blood for me!"

A large blue goblinoid, who was at least a head taller than a hobgoblin, with fangs and tusks coming from its mouth, yellow eyes that seemed to shine in the low light, and was adorned with white and black tattoos similar to the she-hobgoblins, came from within the hut.

It wore a large silk robe opened in the front that was surprisingly clean and well maintained. It carried a large wooden staff with runic carvings that had bones and skulls tied by long hair dangling from its top. Its frame was slender but with defined muscles. Its exposed, arm-sized spiked-dick was still half erect, and leaking unhealthy-looking thick cum, as it walked.

'Orc…'

Aizel immediately started to generate a lightning path towards the two she-hobgoblins brains, hearts, and mana marbles; he would have to save the charged marble for this new enemy. Unfortunately, before he could finish the path, all of his skills were suddenly interrupted.

“(Magikas Finalis!)” The orc roared.

The two she-hobgoblins rushed him. One of them reached him first and struck him in the jaw with so much strength that he blacked out for a moment and was suddenly looking to the side, with his ears ringing, with a headache, and seeing fireflies.

A kick to his gut came from the other she-hobgoblin before he could react, and he was sent back a meter. Only managing to remain standing because of his tail.

Thankfully, the skill interruption from the orc did not last long. Suddenly, a kick was stopped midair as his perception of time expanded. He used all of his new tricks to move out of the way with as little movement as possible.

At the same time, he twisted his tail around the leg that the she-hobgoblin was standing on. Squishing it at the knee and stabbing at its femoral with the dagger it was carrying.

“Yarg!” The she-hobgoblin screamed as it fell on its back.

The second one jumped over the fallen one and bared its claws at Aizel, aiming for his face and the small exposed patch of skin in front of his neck.

Aizel stepped back and rolled with her impulse, dematerializing his wings to roll on the floor. As the she-hobgoblin passed above him. He managed to create a small lightning path to her mana marble, using a quick (Discharge) that made the mana marble by her heart explode as she was sent flying backwards.

Pieces of bone and gore were now all over Aizel’s chest. That small encounter made him waste most of his HP; if he wanted to escape, now was his chance.

“(Severas Tempestadis!)”

As he materialized his wings, two massive blades of air and iridescent mana cut them off. The stumps on his back let out two sprays of blood for a moment before a quick burst from (Restore) stopped their bleeding. That was the main disadvantage of using HP as his main resource; his Draconian features bled like a normal body part instead of leaking mana. The only real consequence was the loss of HP he could have repurposed by dematerializing them.

'Though, it still hurt.'

"Now, you owe me a female, Baby dragon."

"What’s with the 'Baby dragon' thing?" Aizel said as he tried to stall, to think of something; this creature was clearly much stronger than him, and it was also a magician.

"Ya Small little dragon, Baby dragon." The Orc explained while slowly walking towards the bleeding she-hobgoblin.

With a rattle of his staff, both of their runes began to glow the same way as the mana vapor did. He doubted that this phenomenon was visible to normal humans.

"Sanitas…" It said calmly, The mana vapor flowed from his tattoos, through his staff, and into her tattoos, seeping into her body and closing the wound, leaving a scar on her inner thigh.

Aizel used that little distraction from the orc, he used (Focus) at its maximum potency, as the world slowed down, he dematerialize what was left of his wings—he needed all the HP he could find—and to (Infuse) the surrounding air with (Discharge), while using (Condensate) to increase the air conductivity as a Hail Mary, looking for a path that would fry the orc’s brain.

Apparently Geas ex Machina was on the orc’s side that night, because his eyes immediately locked with Aizel’s.

'You really think you can oppose me? Don’t you!? Boy!!'

'Yeah! I'm a boy now, you listening, Orc man?… Orc?'

The voice of the orc reverberated inside Aizel’s mind; with each word, he could see it as a thick cloud of mana vapor vibrating with it. It was only now that he could see the mana vapor coming from the orc.

'Was he hiding that shit?'

It was not like Aizel’s turbulent and moving wherever it pleased, but like a stable lake that was only perceptible now that the orc used it to somehow speak directly into his mind. While his perception of the world was distorted by (Focus).

Suddenly, the orc’s iridescent mana vapor started to condense around the orc’s own body and also into an ethereal hand. The mana hand moved unimpeded, the same as the vapor; it seemed not to be "slowed down" by (Focus), as both existed on their own separate plane.

The hand moved towards Aizel’s neck. But this was a game he could also play.

Aizel had not stopped generating a path towards the orc’s brain, and was now starting to push (Discharge) through the incomplete path.

His HP was draining fast, almost three times as normal, but he knew he could push further. He pushed even more HP into (Focus). He was now stuck; his muscles no longer felt as if they were moving through syrup, but a non-Newtonian fluid; the harder he tried to move, the less he moved.

Focusing on his own mana vapor, he could see how it had also not changed its hazy, turbulent movement, independent of the world around him. So he tried to copy the skill that the Orc was using. He visualized and willed through (Infuse) his own mana hand; he saw it (Condensate) the mana vapor into the shape he wanted.

〔 System: Basic Active Skill (Mana Hand) acquired. 〕

A red ethereal hand made of translucent red mana vapor appeared before him; he sent it at the orc’s mana marble.

The mana iridescent vapor surrounding the orc finished condensing around him. And then the orc moved.

Aizel could see how the orc was being carried by his own iridescent vapor. Faster than it should be able to move. The orc’s skin reacted to the rapid change in movement by flapping around as if it were falling through the air. Its mana hand seemed to have a limited range and followed the orc as it backed away from Aizel’s own red (Mana Hand) range, which also could not extend too far away, but his range was still more than the Orc's.

'Red mana for the win!'

His HP hit 100 points, and he dematerialized his tail and most of his scales. They, however, seemed to be on the same wavelength as his body, because they turned a translucent red and were slowly going back into his permanent scales, not returning to his HP pool fast enough.

Aizel copied the Orc once again and (Condensate) his red mana vapor around himself, using it to move faster than his body could by itself. Going after the orc and tried to finish the lightning path.

〔 System: Basic Active Skill (Telekinesis) acquired. 〕

However, that much effort proved to be too much for him. His HP started to decrease even faster, and he was now at 80. He dematerialized the rest of his scales; they began to glow, but he needed to return to a more acceptable level of (Focus) to let them return his HP to his decreasing pool.

In a fraction of a second, he toggled (Focus) off and on; his HP returned to him, but his (Discharge) path had changed a lot. He concentrated on trying to find the new path, but his (Discharge) was being pulled to the sides. He could not let go of (Focus) again, because in that same fraction of a second, the orc had moved to his flank; he could not see him. But he could feel his presence through his red and the orc’s iridescent mana vapor, and also his electroreception.

When he tried to use his electroreception to find what was going on, both with his mana sense through his vapor, and his electroreception through (Focus), (Discharge), (Condensate) and (Infuse), allowed him to see the outline of three daggers and a sword coming flying right at him in a circling pattern that left him no way out, even with (Telekinesis).

〔 System: Basic Active/Passive Skill (Detect) acquired. 〕

'Give up, boy, don’t worry, I won't kill you. I will (Heal) you. And then fuck you until you cum into a bucket; you own me a female, so I will turn you into one. Then I will take your seed to make dragon-blooded gremlins!'

'He speaks better this way… still, I don't swing that way, sorry… Mr. Orc?… How's he doing that!'

Aizel let it rant; an escape plan had already formed in his mind. It would leave him half dead, but if it worked, he would manage to kill this psychotic orc.

He used (Discharge), (Restore), and (Telekinesis) on himself, tearing his muscles apart and healing them as he moved while (Focus) was at its maximum intensity. At the same time, he used (Mana Hand) on the charged hobgoblin mana marble.

〔 System: Basic Passive Skill (Pain Resistance) acquired. 〕

Still, it was not enough. He used (Infuse) and (Condensate) on his red mana vapor, solidifying it and creating something similar to a mana hand. He made it smooth, lowering his air resistance; the low drag made him slippery in the air. The change was minimal, but in his situation, a millimeter meant death.

〔 System: Basic Active Skill (Barrier) acquired. 〕

He moved his head just enough out of the path of the dagger heading to his eye, making sure the sword at its side did not land pointy end first into his face, his leg just enough to make the second dagger missed the femoral artery, and twisted his torso to save his heart, he was supposed to be able to live with just one heart as a Were-Dragon, but that was not something he wanted to test, ever.

He was already away from the deadly path of the daggers and sword; they would still stab him, but he would live. He switched (Discharge) and (Telekinesis) to the charged red marble carried by (Mana Hand).

Thankfully, the orc was already lined up with the she-hobgoblin.

(Discharge) finished its path, and he could already see the overcharged hobgoblin mana marble exploding before his eyes. He did not know if he was far enough from its lethal radius, as he overcharged an already charged marble. So he placed a small (Barrier) in front of the side of the mana marble facing him, to take some of the edge off the blast.

'Maybe you were not a baby dragon after all…' The orc said as it stared at the exploding gem.

Aizel’s HP reached 49, and he let go of all of his skills, except for the small (Barrier) on the exploding mana marble.

BOOM!!!

One dagger impaled itself in his thigh, another on his collarbone, the sword hit him across the face with its sharp side, and the last dagger split his right ear near the top. His eyes, nose, and ears were bleeding, and he could not hear anything.

〔 Notice:

Level: 9 ► 15 | SE: 0 ► 6 〕

He immediately used the new SE on his HP, using the little strength he had left before removing the two daggers from his body. He used a quick (Purify) on his wounds, followed by a localized burst of (Restore). He first closed the open wound left by the daggers, then he healed his ears, and finally he stopped the bleeding on his open ear and face. He used just enough HP to make everything stop bleeding and close the wounds, not having the points to spare to remove the scars or close his ear.

'I guess that part… Is not buggy… You can still heal with HP'

By the time he was done, his HP had fallen to 36, and he fell flat on his face. Passing out in between the dead bodies of over 30 goblins, 6 hobgoblins, and the mangled mess of gore and bones left by the female hobgoblins and the Orc Shaman's exploded bodies.

— — —

Aizel did not know how long he had slept for. It was already past noon on his 14th day.

That Orc was worth a stupid amount of experience; he jumped six levels with that single kill. But it was luck, too much luck for his liking. Just one mistake, and he would have turned that thing’s sex slave.

And that was probably what saved him in the end; the Orc did not want to actually kill him. Combined with the surprise factor of the overcharged mana marble, gave him just enough of an advantage to survive. But it was way too close.

He would probably contact Deez Nerd and beg him to kill him, or help him.

But the orc really underestimated him, because even if he did well on his promise and turned him into a Were-Dragon condom, he would just have to wait for his HP to return to try something. Even flying away as a winged torso.

'Or the orc could just keep me in a constant state of low HP.'

The thought sent shivers down his spine, so he just chose something else to occupy his mind. His HP was still too low for a comfortable flight, so he went around to collect all the mana marbles he could find.

Thankfully, the mana marbles were damn near indestructible without using (Discharge) on them, so after looking around with his new (Detect) skill, he managed to find all the mana marbles, even the ones that belonged to the orc and female hobgoblins. The forest in that area was so thick that they stopped close by a tree. The Orc’s mana marble was even lodged inside of one, and it took some digging to pry it out; it was the largest of the bunch, something in between a large toy marble and a ping pong ball.

He used what was left of the orc’s robe as an improvised bag, after casting a strong purify on the thing that was probably used to clean Orc cum.

The forest was devoid of goblins; he walked around for a bit, expecting the ones who fled to come back or nearby nests to come and check what the fuck had happened. But, thankfully, nothing more than crows and some weird jackal-looking dog came to eat the gore. The last explosion probably scared the shit out of everything nearby.

He had nothing better to do until his HP went back up. It would probably take him more than a day to return to its max, so he would not be going to look for civilization as fast as he wanted to.

As he walked south, he started using his new skills. It would probably delay his HP recovery, but he wanted to try them now that his brain was not burning with adrenaline.

(Detect) enhanced his awareness in general; unless he focused on trying to find something specific, then it started to drain his HP, but it was similar to a low-intensity (Focus) when it came to active HP usage. It worked better with metallic things, probably because of the skills and natural senses used to acquire it, but it also worked well on living beings.

(Mana Hand) was a kind of in-between of materialization and ethereal mana; it was invisible to normal senses. He only managed to see it with his natural Were-Dragon mana sense, or while using (Infuse) all around him. However, it could interact with matter, even if it was non-material itself. It could touch but not be touched. He could even feel through it; controlling it was not even that hard. After having adapted to using new limbs on and off because of his Draconian features' materialization, it came naturally to him. It was literally another hand.

He probably would not have acquired that skill by himself; it was only thanks to the rapist orc that he got the concept so fast. Its HP consumption was dependent on how far it was from him, extending to a maximum of five meters, around three more than the orc used; it was probably because of the HP thing, since it was red like everything magic-related to him since he forgave the weakness of MP.

(Barrier) and (Telekinesis) were, in his opinion, the most important new ones. Both had great potential for his flight and fighting. Their HP consumption was the same as infuse, heavily dependent on their use. So he was excited to try those.

There was, however, something still bothering him in the back of his mind. The skill (Purify) was supposed to be a passive skill; he remembered how it was different than its previous evolutions: (Heal) and (Mend). But he had not felt it trigger once by itself; it was probably because of the HP thingy he did, but still.

〔 System: … 〕

〔 Aizel Kadashi: Zup, man. So, I did a thing with my MP and HP points a while back; I am basically using my HP as MP. I turned red alongside my mana vapor, and all skills have this edgy red vibe to them. The thing is, the skill called 'Purify' is not triggering passively, so either it is broken, or the description has not been updated. 〕

〔 D33zN3rd: Brief and to the point, just how I like it. Let me check your logs… 〕

〔 D33zN3rd: … 〕

〔 D33zN3rd: Yeah, you are insane… What made you think it was a good Idea to fight an Orc Shaman as a level 9? It is… Was, level— You know what, I’m not telling you. You are lucky your ass is not bleeding while being stretched or gargling Orc semen right now. 〕

〔 D33zN3rd: And that ‘vapor’ is called 'Aura'… pfft, 'vapor'… … What you did with your MP is called 'Blood Magic,' and its not creepy or Illegal on Geas… It is fully implemented, but yes, that skill and other stuff, now that I check the logs, have not been updated. On your system, that is, the rest of Geas has the most up-to-date version. Good catch; before you go into town, you would’ve been confused. 〕

〔 System: UPDATE COMPLETE 〕

〔 System: SE: 0 ► 5 〕

〔 D33zN3rd: There, your skills and system should be updated. Now go find some actual bugs before reporting back. 〕

〔 D33zN3rd: And don’t blow yourself up with those mana crystals. 〕

'They still look like marbles… Are marbles crystals?'

— — —

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 15

Title: Goblinoid Nemesis

SE: 5 | HP: 256

Race: Crimson Were-Dragon

Skills: (Focus) (Purify) (Infuse) (Cook) (Spark) (Discharge) (Telekinesis) (Detect) (Pain Resistance) (Barrier) (Restore) (Condensate) (Spectral Hand)

'Huh, that’s actually kinda nice… The race name changes each time I move the MP and HP. The MP no longer shows once its points reach zero on its total, but I can still assign them. Were-Dragon, Crimson Were-Dragon, Were-Dragoon, Crimson Were-Dragoon… Hehe'

'Mana hand turned into (Spectral Hand), and (Purify) lost the "Passive" attribute'

'My title is… Goblinoid Nemesis? … I mean, it's not like there is another monster type to hunt around here. If I hunt enough deer, do I get a "Deer menace?" What about people who hunt them for a living?'

Aizel spent the rest of the day preparing for his departure. He purified his clothes thoroughly, hid his stash of mana marbles… crystals in a nearby location, only keeping four small goblin crystals, and gave himself a good clean shave.

'I shouldn't have done that… fucking cut myself… dull-ass bitch.'