Robert Vlaho
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[1% LIFESTEAL] Chapter 64 - A Suitable Weapon
🕑 Added 2024-01-29 13:52:07 +0000 UTCFreddy stared at the sickly woman sprawled out on the ground before his feet. “Uhhh…” he muttered, mind uncomprehending.
The gorel corpse hanging off the rack behind his back dripped blood on the ground behind him. The sun roared up above, and the sounds of distant combat grew louder with each passing moment as more and more parties engaged, using the day as a cue to finally ambush gorels they had likely been stalking for a while already.
“Excuse me, what?” he asked, unsure of whether he had heard the woman correctly the first time.
“Please!” she begged. “I’ll do anything for it! It doesn’t even have to be a whole arm! I can do with just a fist! Or even a finger! Please!”
‘What is this crazy woman talking about!?’ he reeled in his mind. “Look, lady, I do not know who you are, but I don’t intend to donate my body parts to anyone.”
“Please! It shouldn’t be a problem for you!” she insisted. “You can heal them back eventually!”
That took him aback. For some reason, he got the impression that she didn’t mean that he could pay for the healing. “What makes you think that?” he probed cautiously, keeping his voice flat.
“Huh?” she raised her head, seemingly confused. “With your talent, of course.”
His eyes shot wide open beneath his helmet, and a light sweat broke through his skin, pooling beneath his armor and drenching his one piece underwear. He worked not to let any of this show outwardly. “I can’t do that,” he denied outright. “And I do not know how you landed on that conclusion, but I’d like to ask you to—”
“Please!” she yelled again. “Do you want that to remain a secret!? I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I swear on my life!” she promised as he crawled forward and pushed her forehead further into the soil. “Just one finger!”
“Stay away from me!” she shouted as he jumped back and raised his guard. This woman was incredibly suspicious. As far as he knew, she may have some form of illegal, sinister talent. Talent manifestation didn’t follow man-made rules. But men made rules, nonetheless.
Some forms of talents had to be forfeited immediately if one manifested them. There was some truly insane stuff like the infamous Infant Bomb talent a certain terrorist destroyed half a town with.
People usually gave them up willingly as the reward tended to be a lot of money. But some didn’t.
Whatever this woman was playing at could very well be the requirement to activate some form of curse or something. He didn’t doubt that it would help her in some way—but what would it cost him in return?
“Alright! I’ll… I’ll…” she muttered as she got up to her feet, looking quite defeated. “I won’t bother you any longer. Sorry for my shameful behavior. But…” she started, raising her piercing purple eyes to face him. “Please consider it. My offer still stands. I’ll do whatever you want in—”
“Please just,” he interrupted her. “Can you please just leave, miss?”
Her mouth opened slightly as she nodded, her eyes falling to the ground and her shoulders sagging. Without saying anything else, she turned around and left.
“Well that sucks,” he whispered under his breath. He couldn’t afford to trust her recklessly just because she was kind of cute and obviously in trouble.
Regardless of her situation, she was still a one-star, completely unequipped, running around a passage realm. And given the tearing on her clothes and tell-tale signs of natural-quality healing beneath, she had made it out of at least one fight alive.
As he observed her form, despite the light sagging of disappointment, he could see firmness in her step, a balance in her gait. She was well trained. She was strong. And on top of that, she was headed deeper into the passage realm, likely looking for another fight.
Releasing a heavy breath, he hoisted the deviant gorel up on his back and started running back to the lobby.
As he ran, he could hear the noises of several nearby groups of gorels running toward him. The natural rock formations surrounding the path slowed their approach, and his determined run was enough to lose them every time. Still, the effect of this deviant’s corpse on others of its kin was undeniable. He had to hurry.
A few minutes later, he finally returned and dropped the deviant off at the counter. He couldn’t help but sigh when he realized it didn’t drop a prime. Well, there was no point in lamenting the nature of luck.
That run left him feeling rather exhausted. Before heading back in, he sat on one of the benches to drink water, eat bread, and down a can of cold-brew coffee.
He used Adaptive Water body for a while to regain his inner balance, did a few minutes of meditation, another few of gathering to replenish his lost reserves, and then went right back to hunting.
For the most part, the hunt went well. The day stuck around, and he could hunt as efficiently as he did on his first day. Whenever the fatigue began setting in, he staved it off with either a canned coffee or an energy drink.
Rather than cutting his delve short, he decided to stick around longer this time. The gym could wait. For that week, profits were the priority.
He worked to keep his essence consumption to the minimum, but it became increasingly difficult the more he hunted. Even as healthy as he kept it, his body had its limits. Before long, he had to rely increasingly on Hydraulic Flex to dodge effectively, and he couldn’t muster the strength for a solid attack without Flowing Strike.
His body felt weak and exhausted, and his breaks grew longer between fights—both to recover his strength and to replenish his dwindling essence reserves.
Stalking like a predator, he set his sights on a small group of three worker gorels. Unhesitatntly, he ran toward them, already confirming that the surrounding area was empty of other threats.
The gorels hissed and growled at him, but he lunged in, taking a Flowing-Strike-fueled punch… and missed, stumbling and tripping on the ground.
Just as he regained himself, he had to use Hydraulic Flex to dodge a heavy fist that was flying down on his head, and a pang of pain shot through his leg as a gorel bit him.
He grabbed the overextended fist of the gorel that tried smashing his skull, and, with a Flowing Strike, swung its body, timing the ability to use the force transferrence to send the creature flying at a nearby tree, but it wasn’t enough; it slammed with a meaty thud and bounced to the ground, howling and limping, but it wasn’t down for the count.
It was time to get desperate.
He swung down to kick the one biting his leg, activating both his stars to blow its skull into bits. A jolt of agony shot through his right hip and knee, and his foot felt as if the ability had detached its skin, turning it into a loose bag of blood.
The third gorel came, and he used Create Perished Water to stave it off. The ability was enough to injure the creature grievously, but it persisted, and he was forced to use it again. Both times, he felt a rather substantial flood of lifesteal, and the second time, one of the phantasmal jaws took a nasty bite out of the creature’s cheek; with that, it was chased away, making an escape together with the one he had flung at the tree earlier.
He gulped air heavily, feeling as if he was drowning. Thankfully, he didn’t have to resort to Leviathan’s Fury. Sweat and blood covered most of his body, and his arms shook.
It took him a good while of swinging the machete at the grass to fully heal himself, but even then, something felt off. How did he tumble like that at the beginning of the fight? He didn’t remember what happened. It was as if, for a moment, the world turned dark when he swung his fist.
He worked to rack the one gorel he had managed to kill. In the middle of attaching the hook to the thick skin behind its neck, everything blacked out, and he regained himself only after he had fallen over to the ground.
“What the fuck…?” he whispered. He was healed. There shouldn’t be anything off about his body. And, as far as he could tell, he didn’t feel bad. He didn’t even feel tired. He felt wide awake—
Yet again, another pang of weakness overwhelmed him, and he kept his presence of mind long enough to realize what was happening. He was falling asleep!
He reached for his bag and pulled out an energy drink. Deciding to leave the gorel corpse behind, he ran back to the lobby—only for day to suddenly shift into night.
“Oh… shit!” he screamed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
This was bad. Really bad. He strained his brain to its limits as he worked to keep himself awake. One energy drink after another went down his throat, and at one point, he had to stop to puke his guts out.
The bursts of fatigue came more and more frequently. But eventually, he spotted the dim light of the passage leading back into the lobby. When he came close enough to be well and truly within the green zone and out danger, he breathed a sigh of relief—one that pushed him over the edge. His eyes closed, and he tumbled to the ground, just a bit in front of the passage.
‘I need to stop letting myself get into situations like these,’ he thought tiredly, at least relieved that he would fall asleep somewhere where he was unlikely to get robbed.
***
He didn’t know how long had passed, but eventually, he woke up. He found himself lying on the bench inside the lobby. As expected, someone had found him and taken him back inside. Getting up with a jolt, he looked around. People sat around him, but nobody even looked at him as he woke up.
He took note of his belongings. He felt both the rings still on his finger. All of his equipment was still on his body, even if much of it was heavily damaged and drenched in blood. His bag was leaning against the wall. Looking inside, nothing was missing. Not that there was much in it, to begin with.
Just to make sure everything was alright, he turned to face the group sitting to his right. “Excuse me,” he called the man in the front.
“Hmm?” the man hummed, “Is there something you need?”
“Did anything strange happen to me while I was asleep?” he asked.
The man seemed confused by the question. He took a glance at his comrades; they all shrugged in turn. “I don’t know,” the man said. “Nobody touched you, if that’s what you’re wondering. We’ve been sitting here for maybe two hours, and you’ve been out cold since we arrived.”
“Two hours!?” he shrieked. Turning around, he spotted the clock on the room's far end.
9:57 p.m.
“Jesus Christ…” He had started that last hunt at around 3 p.m., maybe half an hour before he passed out, meaning that he had been out of it for… what… almost seven hours?
He tried asking several other groups, but they all said the same thing. Nobody had seen what happened.
Eventually, he made his way to the clerks. There, he was told that someone had dragged him inside after finding him passed out not too far from the passage and that the person who had brought him back requested that they remain anonymous.
The clerk also gave him a bill for an emergency medical examination that had to be performed because he was found bloody and battered. His body was naturally perfectly fine, which resulted in them simply leaving him to sleep it off on the bench, but that didn’t stop them from charging him five thousand dollars for the service.
Although that made him want to punch someone, there wasn’t much point in fighting them over it, so he simply let it go and asked to have his profits tallied for that day. The receipt included the cost of the medical bill, totaling $20,913 after the costs and fees. Even with the bill, that was a lot of money. The deviant alone had gone for almost ten thousand.
But he felt dissatisfied. After all, it seemed that he had hit a limit, and he had a hunch that he knew what it was. Although he could prevent permanent damage, it appeared that abusing energy drinks and coffee had its limits. His talent could heal from the damage, but, well… it seemed that the simple need for sleep didn’t count. He wondered about that.
He knew that his talent could undo the damage from a lack of sleep. But it seemed that it couldn’t stop his brain from simply running out of energy. Speaking of which, he felt dead tired.
There was a shop on the second floor of the building where one could get their gear fixed. It was where he had gone to get it adjusted previously, and the damage to his equipment was more than severe enough to justify another visit. He went to one of the stripping rooms and took everything off, placing it in a small basket in the corner. The basket retracted into the wall, taking his clothes with it.
He waited butt-naked for roughly fifteen minutes, and his gear was returned to him. Fixed, but… clearly battered.
The bracers had notable marks where the gashes had been filled in, and the underwear had new patches of cloth added to where it had been torn. His pants and jacket were also sewn back together.
Frankly, the visible maintenance was welcome. If he had no scars to show, at least his equipment would be proof of his experience.
On his way back home, he bought ten kilograms of beef liver at a store. When he returned, he stashed most of it in the freezer and made dinner with the rest. Liver was a great source of dietary iron, and he needed a lot of it to grow his Crimson Mercury.
Once he was done with his meal, he decided to use an hour before sleep to work on the tempering technique. As he started, he found himself quite surprised. The shell was pretty much already done.
“Huh…” he mused. That was a surprise but a damn welcome one. That meant that he could have been done with it yesterday. After doing some extra work to polish the shell, he finally crystallized it.
The poor scattering of wisps couldn’t fuel his essence for long, unfortunately, so after only ten minutes, he finished his day, sprawling out on the bed and instantly falling asleep.
***
Freddy arrived at the hub the next day, coming in late after sleeping in.
If the previous day had taught him anything, it was that if he wanted to hunt more, he would have to hunt more efficiently. And if he wanted to do that, he needed to both rely less on essence and conserve his stamina.
Usually, a good way to do so was to use a weapon. It took much less energy to plunge a spear into a gorel’s eye than it did to punch it to death.
He walked out into the realm, facing… night again. Brilliant.
As far as the whole spear thing went… he had to admit it; he couldn’t really see himself wielding a weapon. On that note, he took the dagger out of the storage ring. It appeared in his grip. Frankly, he barely knew how to hold it properly.
Numerous ideas had gone through his mind while researching everything he did about the blood affinity. Among the first was the idea of manifesting a direct extension to the dagger, either extending it or turning it into a sword. This idea was alright, but from what he had gathered, it wouldn’t make the dagger’s effect more efficient than just conjuring a whole sword in his second hand.
But swords weren’t easy to use. And frankly, they didn’t really fit with the style he was creating.
A slight grin formed on his face as he felt his knuckles itch.
While ordinary weapons wouldn’t suit him… he had found an ability that would.
Comments
Macronomicon
I mean, I would've at least haggled a bit on the going rate for my arm/finger, etc. Cuz i mean...never hurts to buy a friend.
Nidi
MC is being attacked by a rare deviant, coincidence. Some random character can feel MC's talent, coincidence. MC exhausts himself to the point of falling unconscious, coincidence. Some anonym saves MC, plot armor. MC being attacked by a rare deviant after which random character appears that asks for his limb in a completely nonsense way and knowing his talent, him doing nothing about it even after all his experience when "trying to act safer", falling unconscious and being saved by a "random" character? Story ruining nonsense I'd rather forget.
Raganash
I like that he actually falls asleep from exhaustion. I used to have some bad insomnia, and that was how it felt. Body was fine and rested, but kind of blacking out when I got to tired. That was about 36hrs in tho
Robert Blaise
This is pretty consistent with what I've shown previously. Same as with how he can't just keep exercising with only healing since his body runs out of energy, he can't keep consuming stimulants and stay awake... Since his brain runs out of energy. He isn't even really falling asleep—he's shutting down. But on the topic of him not needing sleep... Well... I wouldn't want to get into spoilers :)
ZaA
Him NEEDING sleep is kinda dumb and doesn't fit with how you described supreme healing. The entire point of our bodies needing sleep is to do maintainance that our bodies can't/ won't do while we're awake.. but if he's healing that shit + everything else constantly, then he should never need sleep. The only thing that's happen is that he might get bored as hell because sleep usually let's our brain rest and kinda reset, but he wouldn't even get mental fatigue if supreme healing did its job, just the mental yearning for sleep since its something we're used to, but if he could get through all of that torture he went through then it'd be no problem for him. So not a fan of that nonsensical limit
