*Growl*
“No. I’m angry at you Peter.”
*Gggggrrrowwwl*
“Peter, no. You stole my kills, Peter. Stop trying to be nice, you jerk. I’m almost level two hundred in my [Necromancer] class. I’m two freaking levels away, which I would have gotten if you didn't murder them in cold blood.”
*Grrrrrrowl*
“I don't care if your blood isn't cold. What you did is unforgivable!”
*Grrrrrrrr*
“Peter, no amount of begging will help. Nor does rubbing against my leg.”
*Groooowwwwlllll*
“Peter… don't give me that look. I can’t… Damnit, stop that puppy dog look. You're not a puppy!”
*Grrrreeeeewwwwwllll*
Quasi stares at Peters glistening and saddened predatory eyes as he softly nudges the [Necromancers] leg.
Quasi sighs after a moment and then moves his hands from his lap.
“Fine, you damn jerk. I can't be angry at you.”
With catlike reflexes, Peter climbs Quasi’s leg and settles on his lap.
Quasi begins to stroke Peter's furr.
*Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*
Quasi shakes his head and then directs his eyes around him. He stares out at the battlefield and the extensive destruction laid upon it. Both dead and undead surround them for miles.
His gaze then moves upwards, stopping on Nighmora as she stabs her tail into one of the dead Queens. Specifically the Queen of flight. After a moment, her back slightly morphs as two long insect wings sprout down to her knees.
She looks at her appendage for a moment before flexing it. With perfect grace, she then takes flight and quickly finds her way towards the magic Queen. She stabs her tail into her and consumes the Queen core, both of which had not been destroyed thanks to Peter's excessively potent neurotic poison.
Nighmora’s body shifts slightly as a crystalline crown forms on her head. A moment after, a storm of fire, wind, and electricity forms around her. She takes flight again and makes her way to Quasi, dispelling the magic before she lands and gives Quasi a vibrant smile.
Her smile stays on her face, rigidly. Her body has stopped moving. Then Quasi sighs as he notices that both wind and sound has stopped.
“Rapeball, I swear I didn’t fuck anything up this time,” he says before looking up and gazing at the blinking, floating ball in the sky.
| Again, I have awakened, and this time you have unknowingly created the gravest of problems, one which I must utterly destroy but I cannot. |
“Umm… Sorr-,”
| SILENCE! |
Quasi’s mouth goes slack as he finds himself unable to move at all.
| Only true souls are allowed to manipulate mana. Anything without a soul must be otherwise destroyed. This Nighmora should not possess mana, but she now does and the system has created an artificial soul. Such a thing is unprecedented and as an Administrator, it is my job to destroy it! |
The eye blinks rapidly, giving Quasi’s soul a sense of anger and frustration.
| But you exist, and for that, my hands are tied. |
Quasi attempts to speak desperately, but his movements are completely utterly restricted.
The eye looks at Quasi and shakes itself. It has access to the [Heroe’s] mind and is constantly reading its thoughts and soul.
| Yes, I know that I do not have hands. It is a metaphor. |
Quasi stops trying to speak, seemingly relaxed as though the most important thing had been conveyed.
| Fractured, but stable. Truly, your soul is one I have never seen, and I dearly hope that we do not meet again… |
Rapeball disappears as time begins to move again. Quasi regains full control of his body while a smile forms on his face as he stares at Nighmora.
She has changed significantly from when he had first laid eyes upon her. Her body is now glossy and also bends as easily as skin, but with a resilience of steel. Her face fully resembles that of a Gejan and has the full capability of expression like one.
With a stray thought, he activates [Advanced Analyze] on her.
| Nighmora Level 107[Myrmer Queen]
|
I knew it. This [Hero] class. Something is severely wrong with it and the system itself. Also, what the hell. That is a fuckton of abilities.
Nighmora gazes at Quasi. She frowns as she extends her hand and a flame forms at her palm.
“Remarkable, mana is. It is so malleable but powerful. I do wonder how the Queen was so easily defeated.”
Quasi continues petting Peter, though with a little more pressure than normal.
“If you ask me, my guess would be a lack of intelligence. Being able to manipulate and control mana is determined by intelligence. With low intelligence, concentration is easily broken by something as simple as blunt force trauma.”
She raises her hand, electricity now coursing above it.
Quasi’s eyes begin to glow purple as he watches mana suction into her body at excessive speeds. It travels up into her crystal tiara.
“Also, your usage of mana is rather unique, in the sense that the mana is all stored on your crystal tiara instead of your body. Which is also confusing since it seems your whole body is being used for mana regeneration. That is far out of the ordinary and extremely powerful.”
Wind, flame, and electricity now cycles around Nighmora as a smile forms on her lips. It’s an unnerving look, both incredibly bizarre but natural when put upon her face. Like a lamb staring at a tasty wolf.
Then Quasi raises his hands to his lips as he stares at the Myrmer and notices some differences. It takes him a while before he notices the changes.
“Nighmora, why are your breasts bigger and your hips wider?” Quasi asks slowly as his gauntlet begins to glow slightly purple.
The mana around Nighmora fizzles out as she loses concentration. Her tail flicks around and subconsciously wraps around her legs. Then she looks down in confusion at her own abnormal movements. Her tail then unwraps.
“When I had obtained the core of the size queen, I gained the ability to modify my body. But only minimally. Alba had recommended these modifications. She says they will improve how the Gejan perceive me.”
Quasi groans, “Of course that pervert is involved.”
Nighmora tilts her head, “Her recommendations seem to be effective though. The male Gejan are far more perceptive to my orders and have even been gazing at me strongly.”
Quasi chuckles, “That's because they find you very sexually attractive. They want to mate with you.”
Nighmora gazes around her, looking at the undead as they begin to pick up the higher leveled monster bodies,” Mating… I see. That is a subject I have little understanding about, even with Alba’s explanations.”
Her gaze moves to Quasi.
“Then, a request. Mate with me. I believe your species has the same genitalia as the male gejan.”
Quasi opens his mouth to refuse, and then stops. Laughs. Shakes his head, and then shrugs.
“You know what, fine. I don't think I have ever been asked to fuck like that.”
Nighmora perks up.
“Perfect, let us then begin.”
She begins walking towards Quasi, but stops as he holds up his hand.
“Wait, Nighmora. let's do it later… when we aren't in the middle of a monster graveyard.”
She stops, and to Quasi’s surprise, pouts.
He sighs.
“My life is so weird right now.”
He shakes his head and then refocuses his thoughts. “Alright, Nighmora. Let's finish this up and get back to Shinypuke. I need to prepare for the next floor.”
She nods. Her wings begin to vibrate as she flies through the battlefield, infecting the highest level monsters and turning them into minions. Once turned, she orders them to protect the rest of my team as they harvest crystals for enchanting from awakened Myrmeke corpses.
_____________________________________________________________
Jokull of the Northern Tundra is a man both feared and respected. He is, as described by those not of the north, a giant. It is well known that those with the bloodline for the strength stat are naturally stronger and larger, but those that descended from the [Frost Jarls] of old have the stronger bloodline variant. It is why he now stands ten feet above the corpse of a Tundra Troll.
He flexes his shoulders and cracks his knuckles as several dozen more Tundra Troll’s begin to move to his location. Jokull frowns, annoyed. “Where is your leader? Send him out, otherwise this ground is going to be getting quite a bit more red.”
Trolls, though somewhat intelligent, are still monsters. Only the oldest and strongest of trolls ever learn to communicate.
Jokull smiles as he feels a rumble. In the distance, ice shatters as the leader shows himself. His body is as large as Jokull’s, and like Jokull, he carries himself with pride. The whitefurred Troll snarls as he sees his kind dead at Jokull’s feet.
“Why come? This troll land!”
The monster speaks as he bares his teeth. In most circumstances, there would be no talk. But Jokull’s presence demands respect. A violent respect.
Jokull laughs.
“Ahhh, good. You can speak. You and your men raided one of my settlements recently, stole much of our supplies, and killed many of my people. I can't very well allow that.”
The monster snarls as he steps forward. “Run. I smash you.”
Jokull tenses his body, the air around him cooling instantly by a hundred degrees. The air vibrates at the level 237[Subzero Cryophist] and 171 [Frost Jarl] steps forward.
“[Witches]!” he yells.
Behind him, a barrier flies far over his head, creating a concentrated icy dome around Jokull and all of the Trolls.
The lead Troll looks around in a panic. He then looks at Jokull and takes a step back as a cloak of ice covers Jokull’s bare chest. Huge gauntlets of ice with razor sharp chains form around the man's fists.
“Your punishment is extermination.”
Mana pulses as Jokull dashes towards the shocked troll. The ice where he had been standing breaks from the instantaneous acceleration.
“[Subzero Annihilation]”
The troll shifts its body, barely enough to avoid the direct hit. Regardless, the strike connects in an explosion of frozen flesh as the troll loses a third of its body.
The lead troll turns around as his body quickly regenerates the damage. Then he stops in fear as he finds every single one of his kin with a spike straight through their thick skulls.
Like most species, destroying the brain is a death sentence and only the highest level of regeneration can save a creature from such a death.
“Heh. You survived.”
Jokull retracts his fist from the ground which had created the attack. He then turns towards the Troll leader. The Leader looks around, finding itself trapped completely within the magical dome.
“Now then. Let's finish this quickly. I believe my wives will have dinner ready soon.”
Jokull bends his knees for a moment before the earth shatters alongside the Trolls body.
Unlike [Kings], [Sultans], and [Emperors] of the south who order the deaths of monsters in their land, in the northern tundra, everything is far more personal.
*Growl*
“No. I’m angry at you Peter.”
*Gggggrrrowwwl*
“Peter, no. You stole my kills, Peter. Stop trying to be nice, you jerk. I’m almost level two hundred in my [Necromancer] class. I’m two freaking levels away, which I would have gotten if you didn't murder them in cold blood.”
*Grrrrrrowl*
“I don't care if your blood isn't cold. What you did is unforgivable!”
*Grrrrrrrr*
“Peter, no amount of begging will help. Nor does rubbing against my leg.”
*Groooowwwwlllll*
“Peter… don't give me that look. I can’t… Damnit, stop that puppy dog look. You're not a puppy!”
*Grrrreeeeewwwwwllll*
Quasi stares at Peters glistening and saddened predatory eyes as he softly nudges the [Necromancers] leg.
Quasi sighs after a moment and then moves his hands from his lap.
“Fine, you damn jerk. I can't be angry at you.”
With catlike reflexes, Peter climbs Quasi’s leg and settles on his lap.
Quasi begins to stroke Peter's furr.
*Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*
Quasi shakes his head and then directs his eyes around him. He stares out at the battlefield and the extensive destruction laid upon it. Both dead and undead surround them for miles.
His gaze then moves upwards, stopping on Nighmora as she stabs her tail into one of the dead Queens. Specifically the Queen of flight. After a moment, her back slightly morphs as two long insect wings sprout down to her knees.
She looks at her appendage for a moment before flexing it. With perfect grace, she then takes flight and quickly finds her way towards the magic Queen. She stabs her tail into her and consumes the Queen core, both of which had not been destroyed thanks to Peter's excessively potent neurotic poison.
Nighmora’s body shifts slightly as a crystalline crown forms on her head. A moment after, a storm of fire, wind, and electricity forms around her. She takes flight again and makes her way to Quasi, dispelling the magic before she lands and gives Quasi a vibrant smile.
Her smile stays on her face, rigidly. Her body has stopped moving. Then Quasi sighs as he notices that both wind and sound has stopped.
“Rapeball, I swear I didn’t fuck anything up this time,” he says before looking up and gazing at the blinking, floating ball in the sky.
| Again, I have awakened, and this time you have unknowingly created the gravest of problems, one which I must utterly destroy but I cannot. |
“Umm… Sorr-,”
| SILENCE! |
Quasi’s mouth goes slack as he finds himself unable to move at all.
| Only true souls are allowed to manipulate mana. Anything without a soul must be otherwise destroyed. This Nighmora should not possess mana, but she now does and the system has created an artificial soul. Such a thing is unprecedented and as an Administrator, it is my job to destroy it! |
The eye blinks rapidly, giving Quasi’s soul a sense of anger and frustration.
| But you exist, and for that, my hands are tied. |
Quasi attempts to speak desperately, but his movements are completely utterly restricted.
The eye looks at Quasi and shakes itself. It has access to the [Heroe’s] mind and is constantly reading its thoughts and soul.
| Yes, I know that I do not have hands. It is a metaphor. |
Quasi stops trying to speak, seemingly relaxed as though the most important thing had been conveyed.
| Fractured, but stable. Truly, your soul is one I have never seen, and I dearly hope that we do not meet again… |
Rapeball disappears as time begins to move again. Quasi regains full control of his body while a smile forms on his face as he stares at Nighmora.
She has changed significantly from when he had first laid eyes upon her. Her body is now glossy and also bends as easily as skin, but with a resilience of steel. Her face fully resembles that of a Gejan and has the full capability of expression like one.
With a stray thought, he activates [Advanced Analyze] on her.
| Nighmora Level 107[Myrmer Queen]
|
I knew it. This [Hero] class. Something is severely wrong with it and the system itself. Also, what the hell. That is a fuckton of abilities.
Nighmora gazes at Quasi. She frowns as she extends her hand and a flame forms at her palm.
“Remarkable, mana is. It is so malleable but powerful. I do wonder how the Queen was so easily defeated.”
Quasi continues petting Peter, though with a little more pressure than normal.
“If you ask me, my guess would be a lack of intelligence. Being able to manipulate and control mana is determined by intelligence. With low intelligence, concentration is easily broken by something as simple as blunt force trauma.”
She raises her hand, electricity now coursing above it.
Quasi’s eyes begin to glow purple as he watches mana suction into her body at excessive speeds. It travels up into her crystal tiara.
“Also, your usage of mana is rather unique, in the sense that the mana is all stored on your crystal tiara instead of your body. Which is also confusing since it seems your whole body is being used for mana regeneration. That is far out of the ordinary and extremely powerful.”
Wind, flame, and electricity now cycles around Nighmora as a smile forms on her lips. It’s an unnerving look, both incredibly bizarre but natural when put upon her face. Like a lamb staring at a tasty wolf.
Then Quasi raises his hands to his lips as he stares at the Myrmer and notices some differences. It takes him a while before he notices the changes.
“Nighmora, why are your breasts bigger and your hips wider?” Quasi asks slowly as his gauntlet begins to glow slightly purple.
The mana around Nighmora fizzles out as she loses concentration. Her tail flicks around and subconsciously wraps around her legs. Then she looks down in confusion at her own abnormal movements. Her tail then unwraps.
“When I had obtained the core of the size queen, I gained the ability to modify my body. But only minimally. Alba had recommended these modifications. She says they will improve how the Gejan perceive me.”
Quasi groans, “Of course that pervert is involved.”
Nighmora tilts her head, “Her recommendations seem to be effective though. The male Gejan are far more perceptive to my orders and have even been gazing at me strongly.”
Quasi chuckles, “That's because they find you very sexually attractive. They want to mate with you.”
Nighmora gazes around her, looking at the undead as they begin to pick up the higher leveled monster bodies,” Mating… I see. That is a subject I have little understanding about, even with Alba’s explanations.”
Her gaze moves to Quasi.
“Then, a request. Mate with me. I believe your species has the same genitalia as the male gejan.”
Quasi opens his mouth to refuse, and then stops. Laughs. Shakes his head, and then shrugs.
“You know what, fine. I don't think I have ever been asked to fuck like that.”
Nighmora perks up.
“Perfect, let us then begin.”
She begins walking towards Quasi, but stops as he holds up his hand.
“Wait, Nighmora. let's do it later… when we aren't in the middle of a monster graveyard.”
She stops, and to Quasi’s surprise, pouts.
He sighs.
“My life is so weird right now.”
He shakes his head and then refocuses his thoughts. “Alright, Nighmora. Let's finish this up and get back to Shinypuke. I need to prepare for the next floor.”
She nods. Her wings begin to vibrate as she flies through the battlefield, infecting the highest level monsters and turning them into minions. Once turned, she orders them to protect the rest of my team as they harvest crystals for enchanting from awakened Myrmeke corpses.
_____________________________________________________________
Jokull of the Northern Tundra is a man both feared and respected. He is, as described by those not of the north, a giant. It is well known that those with the bloodline for the strength stat are naturally stronger and larger, but those that descended from the [Frost Jarls] of old have the stronger bloodline variant. It is why he now stands ten feet above the corpse of a Tundra Troll.
He flexes his shoulders and cracks his knuckles as several dozen more Tundra Troll’s begin to move to his location. Jokull frowns, annoyed. “Where is your leader? Send him out, otherwise this ground is going to be getting quite a bit more red.”
Trolls, though somewhat intelligent, are still monsters. Only the oldest and strongest of trolls ever learn to communicate.
Jokull smiles as he feels a rumble. In the distance, ice shatters as the leader shows himself. His body is as large as Jokull’s, and like Jokull, he carries himself with pride. The whitefurred Troll snarls as he sees his kind dead at Jokull’s feet.
“Why come? This troll land!”
The monster speaks as he bares his teeth. In most circumstances, there would be no talk. But Jokull’s presence demands respect. A violent respect.
Jokull laughs.
“Ahhh, good. You can speak. You and your men raided one of my settlements recently, stole much of our supplies, and killed many of my people. I can't very well allow that.”
The monster snarls as he steps forward. “Run. I smash you.”
Jokull tenses his body, the air around him cooling instantly by a hundred degrees. The air vibrates at the level 237[Subzero Cryophist] and 171 [Frost Jarl] steps forward.
“[Witches]!” he yells.
Behind him, a barrier flies far over his head, creating a concentrated icy dome around Jokull and all of the Trolls.
The lead Troll looks around in a panic. He then looks at Jokull and takes a step back as a cloak of ice covers Jokull’s bare chest. Huge gauntlets of ice with razor sharp chains form around the man's fists.
“Your punishment is extermination.”
Mana pulses as Jokull dashes towards the shocked troll. The ice where he had been standing breaks from the instantaneous acceleration.
“[Subzero Annihilation]”
The troll shifts its body, barely enough to avoid the direct hit. Regardless, the strike connects in an explosion of frozen flesh as the troll loses a third of its body.
The lead troll turns around as his body quickly regenerates the damage. Then he stops in fear as he finds every single one of his kin with a spike straight through their thick skulls.
Like most species, destroying the brain is a death sentence and only the highest level of regeneration can save a creature from such a death.
“Heh. You survived.”
Jokull retracts his fist from the ground which had created the attack. He then turns towards the Troll leader. The Leader looks around, finding itself trapped completely within the magical dome.
“Now then. Let's finish this quickly. I believe my wives will have dinner ready soon.”
Jokull bends his knees for a moment before the earth shatters alongside the Trolls body.
Unlike [Kings], [Sultans], and [Emperors] of the south who order the deaths of monsters in their land, in the northern tundra, everything is far more personal.
