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The Fallen Gamer Ch 15
🕑 Added 2023-08-29 19:54:47 +0000 UTCChapter 15:
[Intelligence +1]
“She is too powerful!”
“Everytime we cut her she immediately heals! Is she immortal like our demon god!?”
I was tearing my way through this base with abandon. It was honestly kind of sad. The hand was supposed to be a powerful organization, but at the end of the day, their foot soldiers were mostly all regular humans. Only their top leaders could even use chi. None of these Ninja’s so far have been able to use it.
[Intelligence +1]
[Light Manipulation has leveled up! Light spells cost half as much MP!]
“We cannot let her get to the young master!”
I continued cutting and burning my way through swathes of Hand Ninja. These guys were like cockroaches. Everytime I killed one, two more would appear. They were like Hydra, but way less threatening because none of them had guns. I wasn’t complaining though, this was a great farming opportunity!
[Intelligence +1]
“Ha, so this is the best the Hand can do? I’m disappointed!” I called out as I slew another two ninjas. They had gotten some hits in, every once in a while. Easily enough to have killed a regular human, but then again I wasn't human. A quick glance at my status showed I was still sitting at a comfortable 1700/2000 HP. My MP on the other hand i had to start conserving. My Intelligence was currently sitting at 26 and I had 90/260 MP left. I’m glad my light manipulation leveled up otherwise I may have run out of MP. Lights spears only cost me 2.5MP now instead of 5MP. Having to retreat because I ran out of magic would have been embarrassing.
I just finished putting down another few Ninjas when–
“ENOUGH!” A loud guttural voice echoed out through the entire theater complex. It didn’t sound human. “All Hand forces retreat. You may all be useless fodder, but I can't have all my slaves dying on me can I? And to the woman attacking us, come to theater 19. There you and I will meet face to face.” The guttural voice finished talking as the echoes died out. The remaining dozen or so Hand ninjas I was fighting turned in all directions and scattered away.
Dammit! I was only one more ninja kill away from 27 Intelligence! I sighed in resignation. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to settle for the level up after I kill the young master. I followed the signs on the walls and proceeded to theater 19.
…
When I reached that specific theater and entered, I almost wretched. It was foul. There were corpses piled up by the dozens in numerous places. Blood stains soaked the entire room along with various human limbs and body parts scattered about. It was a scene straight out of a horror game.
From across the room I saw him… No, I saw it. This was no human, but a genuine demon! I didn’t think the Hand even had other demon’s besides the Beast.
The demon was fat and grotesque. Its body was large and caked in obvious human blood stains. It was clear to me that they were his preference of food as the whole room was riddled with his leftovers.
“So you're the woman who almost killed all my slaves. I have to admit for once, I am not disappointed. To think such sinful beauty would willingly come to me. I am flattered. I think I’ll breed you first before I devour you. It will be a true honor! My father did the same thing with my mother!” His disgusting voice spoke out as his putrid yellow eyes raked over me.
“Your father?” I questioned. “You are a child of the Beast then?”
The demon just smirked at me with its large mouth full of sharp razor-like teeth. “Yeeeeeeeessss.” He hissed out with a mad cackle. “Now do you understand your mistake, mortal? You will not be leaving this place alive!”
In response to his cackling I finally called forth my four black wings. The demon immediately stopped laughing as his eyes widened in shock. “Mortal? I’m afraid you’re misinformed about that.” I taunted the Son of the Beast.
“Y-you..But that’s impossible. Your kind abandoned this world over 1000 years ago!” The demon was now looking afraid. It appeared he could recognize I was a Fallen Angel. He must have heard about my kind from his father then.
“I suppose it has been a long time since demonic filth has been purged by Angelic Light. Allow me to rectify that!” I hovered a few feet off the floor. Thankfully, theater ceilings are all at least over 20 feet high. I rocketed a dozen feet upperward before I began conjuring light spears and raining them downwards on the creature. The demon was too blubbery and obese to fly or quickly avoid them. I was clearly the worst match up for him. My light spears would also intrinsically deal devastating damage to him because of his race.
“GAAAaahhh! Damn you, Angelic Bitch!” In the span of a few seconds, I had spent around 30 MP and rained a dozen light spears down on the demon. He looked like a light-up-porcupine with them all sticking out of him. The sizzling noises they all emitted as they burned him echoed throughout the theater.
“I honestly expected this to be harder.” I taunted from the air. Though, I was surprised that he was still alive with so many light spears stuck in him. His HP must be absolutely monstrous. The average devil would be long dead after being impaled by only one or two light spears.
‘Observe.’
[Marigor the Gluttonous]
[Level 16:]
[HP 5000/14000]
“Come down here and fight me!” He took a few steps forward. Every single one shook the entire theater. His weight must have been insane as well. He grabbed a nearby seat and easily ripped it from where it was bolted to the floor. He reeled his arm back and flung it at me… well he tried at least. With incredible speed the chair hurtled through the air and slammed into the ceiling where it exploded. He had missed me by a large margin. I hadn’t even moved to dodge….
“...”
“Someone never played little league as a little demon tyke did they?” I taunted him again. I imagine his face would have gone red from anger if he actually had blood flowing through him. Instead it was just some kind of gross black ooze that stank to high hell.
“Fuck you! I won't miss this time.” He reached to grab another chair.
Too bad I wouldn’t give him the opportunity. I spent another 25 MP and rained 10 more light spears down onto him. As the demon saw his impending death, he didn’t even bother to try and dodge them. “My father will avenge me!” He declared right before they impacted him.
[Congratulations! You have slain the Young Master of the Hand! You have leveled up!]
[Soul Imprint detected. The Gamer System is Purging it…. Purging complete!]
‘Soul Imprint? What’s that?’ I asked.
[With his dying breath. The Demon tried to mark your soul as the one who killed him. His father would have known you slew his son if he ever laid eyes on you.]
‘That's pointless…’ A bunch of the Hand ninja escaped. They already know what I’ve done… Also, the only time I ever plan to meet the Beast is when I go to Japan to purge him.
[That is true. Nobody said all demons were smart.]
…
“Status.” I said out loud.
[Name: Layla of the Fallen]
[Title: Angel of Hope]
[Level: 3]
[HP: 2000/2000]
[MP: 260/260]
[Vigor: 100]
[Strength: 10]
[Intelligence: 26]
[Luck: 10]
[Skills: Observe 1, Angelic Mastery 2, Acting 2, Light Manipulation 2]
[Perks: None]
[Drawbacks: Sin of Lust]
[Available Free Stat Points: 10]
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