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B3? Chapter 267: Grand Larceny, pt. 2
🕑 Added 2025-04-24 21:30:03 +0000 UTCA/N: I’m finally doing it—endurance is being retconned to Constitution (I’m going to have to do this for the eventual ebook anyway). I’ll slip up, so let me know if that happens (beta and normal readers alike)
Suspicion had saved the last remaining vault guard from his initial assault, but it wouldn’t save them from his last.
Kicking off the ground with explosive force, Kaius brought up his leading leg to absorb his impact as he collided with the wall opposite the man. A shuddering creak shot through his leg as he hit the stone like a dwarven miner, stomach sliding into his hips as he kicked off again—racing straight for the remaining guard.
They were fast, moving with the grace of a seasoned bladesman as they slid into an aggressive thrust at a speed that dwarfed even the nimblest of mortal men. It should have skewered him through the chest.
He was faster.
Trusting in his wooden flesh and unnatural regeneration, Kaius swept out and grabbed the naked blade with his offhand. His leading foot touched the ground, half a stride past the tip of the guard's blade. Carried forward by his momentum, the cold edge of the sword slid down his palm—splitting the skin to grind hopelessly against adamantine bones and stain the steel red.
The guard reeled, eyes widened in shock as his blade was shoved off-centre, Kaius pulling his blade back for a retaliatory stab of his own.
His mind raced, tracking each lightning fast twitch the moment it happened. With his Intelligence, nothing escaped him—not with his Glass Mind stepping in to process sensory and skill input.
A nudging suggestion, he thrust low.
He saw the very moment the guard’s instincts fired—a subtle raise of the brow, a twitch in his jaw, a subtle gasp. It was like watching someone wade through treacle. Just as Kaius knew he would, the guard went low.
Kaius punched the tip of his sword through the guard’s voicebox, cutting off a strangled cry of alarm. It wasn’t a perfect shot, steel skidding off the edge of the man’s spine, but it was one that had silenced his target.
He ripped his blade free, the wound only trickling a few spoons of arterial blood. It should have been a spray—the guard had a Skill.
The force of his advance carried Kaius forward. He could have planted his feet and bled off what speed he could. It would have been safer—a more sure way to end the fight without injury.
He didn’t. The hot song of blood and battle roared in his veins, resurfacing every coal of frustration, and glimmer of hatred that had been smouldering away for weeks. He was strong, and he would live.
Lunging forwards, Kaius punched the guard with the hilt of his shortsword and felt the dampened crack of a bone giving way. Dropping his shoulder, he smashed into their chest—their bastard sword clattering to the ground as the guard lost his grip in the sudden assault.
Slow weeping blood from the man’s throat coated his face, highlighting the furious scowl that stretched across Kaius’s features.
They went down, his own blade levered out of his hand as it smashed point first into a gap between flagstones.
Gritting his teeth, he blasted his head forwards, a wet crunch filling the hall as his forehead crushed the cartilage in the guard’s nose.
His breaths came heavy, as hot as the viscera that soaked through his pants—courtesy of the shattered skulls of the guards he had already slaughtered.
Kaius reached up, sinking the fingers of his offhand into the guard’s throat. The hole in the man’s neck had already sealed—he had his own healing skill. Perhaps, even, his own Lesser Regeneration?
With the bloodsong drowning out all sound to a low drone, that seemed like a good thing.
The guard’s eyes bulged in their sockets. Fury clouded the man’s eyes—simple fatalistic determination setting the man’s jaw tight.
He bucked his hips, trying to force Kaius off.
Kaius rode with the motion, popping up to mantle the man’s hips, bearing down on his throat with his full weight. He drew back his main hand, loading a punch.
Freed from the pressing weight of his body, the guard’s hand snapped down. Kaius just barely saw the red gleam of steel and the flash of mana before the guard slammed a dagger into his ribs.
Honed and enhanced, the blade crunched through his chain—mundane steel ineffective against the guard’s assault, even with the assistance of Tempered by Dissonance. He felt the cold kiss of his flesh parting, and the structured mana forced into the blade unfurling with the frigid touch of true winter.
Rapid Adaptation bloomed as a wave of ice mana rolled through his chest, only slightly blunting the attack. He might have had a resistance to the aspect, but his skill provided only a fraction of direct protection against attacks that weren’t afflictions.
Kaius grunted as hoarfrost erupted in his chest cavity—a sudden stab of baleful winter that did nothing to blunt the fire in his blood.
Spluttering as his lungs stiffened—health burning to keep him whole—Kaius tasted blood on the back of his tongue and threw his whole weight into his punch.
There was no grinding of bone on bone, only the crack of his knuckles breaking the guard’s already healed jaw once more. Flesh caved in, blood soaking his hands further.
The heavy hit stunned the guard, giving him the time he needed to reach for the scavenged knife that was belted at his waist.
His fingers grabbed air.
The bastard has stabbed him with his own blade.
Cold pain shone clear as the guard rallied, ramming his stolen weapon into Kaius’s stomach. Ice mana rolled through his guts—crystallising what it could as the guard attacked him from within.
Even with a Skill that strengthened his armour enough to blunt the initial stab, the guard needed only a nick for his skill to ravage him from the inside out.
And yet, it did little to slow Kaius down. His body had been strengthened and reforged—imbued with a power many times greater than the twelve fold increase his Constitution provided.
Even with his organs blackened and ravaged, it would take a lot more than the spite of winter for him to meet his end.
As ice crystals tore at his flesh, filling his stomach and throat with the tang of iron, Kaius squeezed tighter to the guard’s throat and spat his blood in the man’s eyes.
The guard lurched, moving to stab him a third time.
Twice bitten, thrice shy, Kaius released his grip and slammed his fist into the guard’s bicep. Bones cracked and flesh bruised—the guard’s arm drooping.
He felt a familiar presence watching through his eyes—shared visceral delight encouraging him to burn brighter.
Despite everything, Kaius wasn’t stupid. Not all of his being was lost to the storm. His Glass Mind was dispassionate—disconnected from the retributive spite that surged through him like a tempest.
He knew he was taking needless risks. That every drop of Health spent was one that should be carefully metered out—budgeted for when it was most needed.
It was hard to care when his Glass Mind broke down the rate of his expense, the cost and speed of healing the frostbite that wormed its way through his chest.
The guard was tough. He needed satisfaction. It was as simple as that.
Hearing the guard grunt in pain, Kaius abandoned trying to control the knife—getting stabbed was inevitable, and ending the threat would save him wounds in the long run. He leaned in, a silent roar of primal aggression on his lips and echoed in his bond as he gripped the guard’s head.
Clenching tight, Kaius reared up, yanking the guard up by his skull.
They cried in pain, his fingertips digging into their flesh. A hurried stab slid between his ribs, ice crystals splitting his delicate flesh anew—refreshing the damage that his regeneration had already washed clean.
Grunting at the wave of cold, Kaius slammed the guard down—the back of the guard’s head splashing in his companion's blood as his skull cracked loudly against the stone.
Kaius could see it now—the realisation in the man's eyes. The panic and uncertainty at the fact he was still breathing, still fighting, as the wounds in his chest sealed themselves shut.
He grinned—bloody teeth gleaming darkly in the deep red light of the alarm.
The guard flailed, stab after stab sinking into his stomach as he stared at Kaius hatefully.
“You’re not the only one with a healing skill,” Kaius wheezed through another stab, before he yanked the guard’s head up and slammed it back down on the stone.
The guard flinched—arms falling to his side for just a moment.
Beneath his fingers, he felt the guard’s flesh stiffen as they grew icy cold—some form of last-ditch defensive skill that had come too little too late.
Kaius dug his fingers into the guard’s hair and pulled, ramming their skull into the ground once more.
A sickening crack filled the air.
The guard jerked.
Kaius rammed their head down again.
Blood spread from the impact.
Another blow. The blood splashed.
Bastard’s skull might as well have been made from adamant.
Growling in fury, Kaius reared up on to his knees—dragging the flailing guard with him.
He came down heavy, with all of his weight.
A wet squelch filled the hall, the guard’s head flattening.
*Ding! level 107 Human - Unyielding Blade of Winter slain - Experience Gained! Reduced Experience for slaying a foe of Insignificant Strength!*
*Ding! Latent Glyph of Drakthar has reached level 120> 121!*
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*Ding! Explorer’s Toolkit has reached level 81 > 82!*
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Kaius rocked back on his heels, chest rising and falling in time with his panting breaths. Even with the lingering touch of hoarfrost within him, all he could feel was heat. It scorched him from the inside out, feeding the undiluted scorn he felt for the twisted occupants of this hidden pit of the hells.
He could’ve, perhaps even should’ve, held himself back from such visceral retribution—but he hadn’t wanted to.
Not when his captors had shown no such restraint for him and his. While he couldn’t sweep away hundreds of men in cleansing fire, he felt little mercy for those who would fall to his blade.
As the liquid itch of his Health sealed him whole once more, Kaius spat the last of the blood in his mouth to the side. It splashed in a puddle to join more of the same.
Flicking to his Resources, he assessed the damage.
Resources:
Health - 3460/5970 (36.1/min)
Stamina - 5830/5830 (42.9/min)
Mana - 7110/7110 (47.6/min)
Free Mana - 3390/3390
Reserved Mana - 3720
The sight of his Health reduced so far cooled his ire.
In hindsight, he had been more than a little reckless—the guard actually did manage to do a number on him.
The man’s skill had been insidious—ravaging his organs from the inside out. An expensive cost to recover from, even with his significantly advanced healing. An important reminder that even if someone was weaker than him, that did not mean they were not dangerous.
Well—sort of. He’d basically let the guy stab him, after all.
Pushing off with one knee, Kaius rose to his feet with a groan, before he picked up the bastard sword the guard had dropped. While he wouldn’t have to wait long to retrieve his own blade, it was still an improvement to the poor quality shortsword he had entered the fight with, and he had no idea if their fight had been overheard.
He paused, listening.
Nothing. Well, nothing other than the dull clamour from above.
“Bring the others—let’s crack this vault open.” Kaius pushed along his bond as he looked at the monolith of inscribed wood, steel, and stone.
“Coming,” Porkchop said
“Good fight.” his brother said after a moment's pause, the words tinged by satisfaction and respect.
He didn’t need to say anything else, Kaius knew that his brother had far less compunctions about violence against fellow thinking beings. For what they had suffered? Retribution was expected and just.
Now, more than ever, he resonated with the brutal simplicity of his brother’s code.
“Just hurry,” Kaius sent with a sigh. “Who knows how much time we have.”
Comments
ManguKing
The title is so deceiving... they are still doing the same as the previous series of chapters lol
Colby Rob
I dont really understand why Kaius didn’t just send a hateful spike into the guys head. Seems way better than losing ~3000 health, and it’s a pretty obvious option.
Thomas V.
Here’s to hoping future Kaius learns the right lessons from what he did here, and that he looks back on his actions with suitable horror. I don’t want to think of the kind of person he’d turn into otherwise, nor do I want to read about it.
Irgendwer Irgendwo
Quite the contrast with the moral dilemma of killing a guard last chapter. I am glad to see that captivity messed him up far more than he gave credit before the escape happened and looking forward to seeing the party eventually work their ways through it. I really hope it results in them finding a shared purpose and moral code beyond simply growing strong and taking revenge.
