Vritra bit harder, tearing the hard raw meat of the goblin into his mouth, and swallowed the demonic flesh, its blood spilling over his lips. He didn't care that it could kill him. He welcomed it.
The hunger and thirst forcing him to just swallow something, anything.
As the piece of the goblin meat was forced down his dry throat Vritra began to feel a burning pain in his throat and clearly felt how the piece moved painfully down to his belly.
The second goblin moved to strike, but Vritra twisted, barely managing to avoid the strike; as he slammed his fist into the wounded one's throat with haste, then drove the hammer straight through its jaw with a spine-snapping force.
Bones shattered. The first goblin collapsed as message after message began to pop but he had not time to read them under the pressure of the endless wave and the churning feeling in his belly.
several goblins instantly lunged at him, aiming to stab different parts of his body.
Vritra was in no state to fight, he picked up whatever weapons were lying on the ground and threw them at the approaching goblins with full strength, though the pain almost made him lose consciouness.
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[You have killed a Level 19 Hobgoblin.]
[You have killed a Level 10 Goblin.]
[You have killed a Level 12 Goblin.]
[+EXP Earned.]
[You have Levelled Up!]
[You have Levelled Up!]
[All Stats Increased by 2.]
[ You have gained 2 Allocation Points.]
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Demonic energy began to flood his belly, making him feel as if sharp daggers were cutting him from inside, he spat out blood and his mind buzzed as he failed to dodge the strike of a low level goblin who managed to leave a long cut on his waist, making him stumble back.
Blood was oozing out of his wounds uncontrollably at this moment, he pushed his body back with whatever strength he could muster.
Then another notification flashed in his vision.
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[All the conditions have been met.]
[Unique Skill "Mutamorphis" has awakened.]
[Activating Mutamorphis...]
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But the pain made it impossible to see anything, he was barely managing to dodge the attacks, feeling no strength in his body.
The pain was gut-wrenching, beyond agonizing
Vritra dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach. His veins glowed a sickly green. His insides churned violently like something alive was ripping through him. His muscles spasmed as if his body rejected itself. He screamed as his bones cracked, tendons twisted, and his entire form seemed on the brink of implosion.
Even the pain resistant skill couldn't decrease that amount of pain.
It was common knowledge how deadly was the blood and meat of demons for the humans, consuming even a small amount would lead to a slow, painful death. Those trapped with nothing else to eat often chose starvation over touching that cursed meat.
It was like a lethal poison.
He reached out with his fading will. Dust coiled around him. But this time, it moved with deadly strength as he used the upgraded version of the dust manipulation, clearly feeling the large jump in its power.
[Activating Dust Weaving.]
Threads of particles converged and hardened into the air, forming razor-sharp needles—hundreds upon hundreds of them.
They hovered in the air, humming with tension; a dangerous aura flickering around them. With one flick of his hand, they surged outward like a swarm of death, stabbing wildly into every direction. Screams echoed as goblins were pierced, shredded apart.
He burned through almost all of his MP, slaughtering until every goblin around him lay dead, creating some space and a brief moment of respite.
Messages popped like crazy in front of him.
Panting, Vritra stumbled back, taking cover behind a corpse mound slick with blood and entrails. He pulled a crimson potion from his inventory and chugged it, followed by a bitter mana elixir. His health and mana ticked up slowly—but the pain didn't stop, only pausing momentarily.
But then something changed.
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[Demonic Energy had been detected in the body.]
[Mutamorphis: Adapting to Demonic Energy...]
[Processing...]
[Failed!]
[Processing...]
[Failed!]
[Processing...]
[Failed!]
[Processing…]
[Adaptation Complete. Partial Absorption Initiated.]
[0%]
[1%]
[10%]
…
[99%]
[100%]
[Your body is now compatible with the demonic energy; too much consumption might lead to unknown changes.]
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His skin burned as dark energy seeped into his body from the goblin flesh he consumed. The veins on his arms pulsed violently turning black, his eyes flaring red for a second as his heartbeat slammed like a war drum.
Finally the meat in his belly melted and spreading a warm and soothing feeling, a complete contrast to the agony he had just endured
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[Mutamorphis: Analysing Body Conditions...]
[Analysing the environment…]
[Analysing Threat Levels and nearby lifeforms…]
[Triggering Automatic Morphological Adaptation...]
[…]
[Adaptation in Progress.]
[…]
[Acquiring necessary skills...]
[You have acquired the passive skill: Danger Sense]
[You have acquired the passive skill: Night Vision]
[You have acquired the passive skill: Stamina Recovery Boost]
[You have acquired the passive skill: Mana Recovery Boost]
[You have acquired the passive skill: Tranquil Mind]
[You have acquired the passive skill: Poison Resistance (Level 1)]
[You have acquired the passive skill: Death Aura]
[You have acquired the passive skill: Weapon Mastery]
[You have acquired the passive skill: Appraisal]
[You have acquired the active skill: Quick Step (Level 1)]
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He sucked in air as the pain began to lessen, a comforting feeling spread all across his body but the message kept popping.
[Activating Tranquil Mind.]
[Activating Stamina Recovering Boost.]
[Activating Mana Recovering Boost.]
The headache and sleepiness instantly began to disappear, as Vritra's eyes became clearer than ever; a rare feeling of peace spreading in his mind despite the bloody surrounding, his stamina and mana began to recover at a speed at least three times faster than before as all exhaustion slowly began to fade.
Vritra sat with his back pressed against the small mountain of corpses, the weapons dropped after the death of goblins lying all over the place.
As Vritra finally saw the long chain of messages, his eyes widened in surprise and confusion; his seemingly useless skill that was supposed to allow him to adapt to his surrounding was pouring him with one skill after another, all of them very useful, necessary and great.
'Mutamorphis, just what kind of skill is it, what rank of skill is it, this is far from normal and even the top grade skill would pale in comparison.
Tranquil Mind, mana regeneration, stamina regeneration, quick step, they are all so special and would be great in battle; I should get used to them. And even dust manipulation seemed to have-'
Just as Vritra was pondering about the changes he recalled what he had just done, instantly a feeling of disgust filled him he coughed and wanted to vomit but nothing came out as if the goblin flesh that he had just devoured had already been digested.
"So that's why I am not feeling hungry or thirsty right now… I can't believe I- I really ate the flesh of a goblin and drank its blood, can I still be considered a human?" Vritra mumbled as he sensed the presence of the approaching wave of goblins, new ones were already coming to replace the dead.
Sighing, he stood up; picking different weapons in both his hands from the ground and readied himself for another round of bloodbath, but now with new abilities in his arsenal, and his body almost at the peak condition without hunger, thirst or lack of sleep.
RAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHH!!
Vritra's thunderous and deadly roar cut through the screeches and howls of the goblins, as he charged forward with a renewed madness, cutting them apart with even more ferocity as messages kept popping.
[Activating skill: Night Vision]
[Activating skill: Weapon Mastery]
[Activating skill: Quick Step(Level 1)]
[Activating skill: Death Aura]
His vision became sharper and clearer than ever even in the darkness, weapons dancing in his hand with near perfection, sudden burst of speed allowed him to cover several meters in an instant and a deadly aura filled with his killing intent spread around him that slowed the movements of the goblins, making them hesitate.
While a storm of dust brewed around him, obscuring the vision of all the goblins over a couple dozen meters around him; many even died by getting their windpipe blocked or by the deadly blade made of hardened dust flying in the sand storm, taking lives of one goblin after another.
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[You have killed a Level 4 Goblin.]
[You have killed a Level 6 Goblin.]
[You have killed a Level 9 Goblin.]
…
[+EXP Earned.]
…
[You have Levelled Up.]
…
[All stats grows by…]
…
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Vritra seemed more of a demon than the goblins who ran towards him like moths to flames, only giving him experience points and helping him level up, as he steered further away from humanity with each passing hour in this damned place.
As his stat point kept increasing with each level up even without the addition of the allocation points to any of the attribute, the speed at which he was slaughtering the demons kept increasing.
With each swing of his weapons, he tore apart several goblins, breaking their bones and slashing through their flesh; creating an extremely bloody scene, he didn't care about the blood and organs that would hit his body and just continue to cut them apart.
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[You have survived for a total of twenty nine days and twenty three hours forty minutes.]
[Quest Progress: 20 minutes remaining. (99.95%)]
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Vritra sat calmly over a tall mountain made entirely of corpses of Goblin Warriors, their bodies even rigged and larger than the Hobgoblins, but now all of them lay broken and battered as Vritra calmly stared at his status window.
A large army of different types of high level goblins kept pouring towards him, but just as they arrived within his proximity, they were turned into minced meat by the large number of sharp blades or thick tentacles made of hardened dust that flew freely around him with deadly precision.
Vritra chewed on a piece of raw green meat as blood dripped down his chin, his body still bathed in warm and fresh blood, his eyes scanning the ethereal window while ignoring the countless messages pouring with each passing moment.
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