"Mr. Peter, please stop your insanity right now!" He was shocked when he heard a huge roar. In an instant, he recognized this voice.
"Do you want to go against the rules established by our laws, Mr. Peter?" Jerry stood in front of the overweight man and spoke with a scowl on his face.
"Hey, I was only trying to save myself. He appeared out of nowhere and attempted to attack me. I don't even have a weapon." While speaking, Peter came to a halt and returned the blade to his inventory.
"Mr. Peter, you are still consuming people's lives with your abilities. You must halt immediately." Keth yelled, his eyes alight with rage. He was exerting control over himself as a result of Lucifer's dominion and Peter's presence.
He couldn't figure out why his strength had increased so dramatically, but he knew climbers' abilities were terrifying.
'Lifespan! So, I was swallowing their life. But….' Suddenly, Peter raised his head and asked, "I observed this deceased boy trying to kill a few civilians only because they stared at him. You didn't come to save these folks at the time."
"However, you're now telling me to stop. Piss off! I'm not going to stop until every single one of them falls."
"Do you want to put us to the test?" A tall man with a white beard and mustache stood in front of Peter and spoke in an obnoxious tone. The yellow light blazed above his head, attempting to suffocate Peter.
[Greed stole the Spirit Assimilation Skill]
[Would you like to consume one of four active skill slots with Spirit Assimilation Skill?]
A smirk emerged on Peter's face when he saw this. He turned around, holding Ray in one hand and the small girl in the other. He turned his head and asked Keth and others, "I'm taking them. I hope you don't mind if I say so. Because I'm not opposed to going on another berserk."
"You!!! Humph! You are not allowed to enter the hotel. And if you create another mess, we will be forced to take a stand against you." Keth was slightly angry. He wanted to beat Peter, but he couldn't. He turned to face the overweight man laying on the ground, a deep sword scar on his breast.
"What about your parents?" Peter said as he turned his attention to the little girl.
"At long last, they are free." When she replied, the little girl's tone was as icy as death.
"Good!" Peter took them away without even bothering to grin. He went straight to the Information Office. But as he got to the middle, he came to a halt. He dismisses the girl and Ray. As he slashes Ray's head, a sword appears in his hand.
Splash! Blood splattered on his face, but his cool demeanor remained unaffected.
"Sorry! I never intended to trouble you or save you. But, your move was very offensive to me." The Dying Divine Breath finally wears off with those words.
At the same time, he fell to the ground.
"Mister, what happened to make you so weak all of a sudden?" The small girl, who was nearly four feet tall, whispered softly. Her face was round and white, which made her quite cute. But don't be deceived by her outward beauty.
She killed someone when she was just eight years old. She was also frigid, and murdering did not concern her. Even Peter, at the age of eight, would have been enraged if he had witnessed the murder.
"...….." Peter remained silent. He could have, but he chose not to. He wasn't sure whether he should trust the girl. That's why he hadn't returned his sword to the inventory. Peter checked his status while laying on the ground.
[Climber- Peter Johnson
Age- 21
Level- 2 (EXP- 245/400)
Trait- Adaptability, Stone Heart, Mind of a Hero, Triple Personalities
HP- 20/20
MP- 10
Internal Energy- 10
Genetic Power- Nil
STR- 4
AGI- 4
VIT- 4
STM- 4
Passive Skills- Greed (Lv.1- 0.40%), Dying Divine Breath (Lv.1- 0.20%)
Active Skills- Basic Sword Skill (Lv.2- 10%)
Stat Points- 15
Fame Points- 10
Items- Sword*2, Healing Potions, Wooden Arrows Skill, Mana Coins*3]
'Wait a second! What happened just now? Why did the Dying Divine Breath and Basic Sword Skill improve so much? Should I consult the system?' After taking a glance at his condition, Peter paused for a bit.
From his perspective, he was doing quite well. His EXP has skyrocketed as a result of the large EXP loot.
"System, how come the Dying Divine Breath and Basic Sword Skill have improved so much?" Peter inquired.
"...…." Unfortunately, the system did not respond.
'It appears that the system is a type of program that can only respond to me up to a certain point.' Peter came to the realization that had been bugging him for a long time. However, because the system answered most of his queries, he didn't get a chance to double-check his guess.
'For the time being, I should drink Healing Potion and recuperate quickly. I thought the upgrade would heal my wound but it seems the effect of upgrade happened before the backlash of Dying Divine Breath.' While thinking, Peter drank from a little jar containing a yellow liquid.
His body was instantly repaired after a few seconds. The ripped muscles and skin caused by the side effect had healed. Inner wounds were also treated.
"Wow, Mister! Is that the precious Healing Potion?" The little girl's eyes twinkled as she spoke with a bright smile on her face.
"Didn't you just act cold and harsh a few minutes ago?" Peter inquired, turning his gaze to the tiny girl.
"Hmm! I was, but I don't want to act that way." The small girl whispered, a sad expression on her face.
"What exactly do you mean? Life is not a performance." Peter growled angrily, but his attitude softened as he observed the sadness in her eyes.
"Yes, it is. You're playing the part. I'm playing a character. We're all pretending to be someone we don't want to be. I want to get stronger, cross higher floors, meet new people, and laugh and cry with them. But I'm currently acting. I'm pretending to be a tough girl who doesn't look down in front of the noble."
"I'm pretending to be a tough girl who isn't troubled by murdering. I'm pretending to be a frigid girl who appears ruthless and terrible. And you are exactly the same. From the perspective of others, you appeared to be saving that guy. But you murdered him. In fact, his situation never disturbed you."
"If there was anything that might have upset you, it would have been having your reputation tainted. When that person faced that fatso, he tried to use your name and title as a climber to get out of trouble in whatever way he could. That suggests he relied on your reputation rather than you."
"You were also concerned by this since the reputation you believed you had been trampled by a weak fatso. However, this would not be enough to enrage nobility. If it had been enough, you would have helped me instead of turning a blind eye during that time."
"And, after choking him, the first thing you uttered was about your mana coins. Tch! Please don't make me laugh! You're just a guy who wants everything for himself." With a frigid face, the tiny girl snorted.
"I wasn't expecting that from an eight-year-old girl. It appears that I am far too simple to read." Peter was astounded by her analyses, despite the fact that some of her estimates were incorrect. He was unconcerned about his reputation. He was just concerned with his money.
He did have some Hero Complex, but it couldn't be termed true Hero Complex. Because he does not set people up. He only wants to help people. At the very least, this is what he desired. Peter now desires more strength beyond all else.
Because he desires to go out. He wants to get out of here.
That's why he's saving Stat Points. He intends to use them against the monster's concealed boss. Because he has no idea what he might require at that time?
"You are, indeed. You wouldn't be so easy to read if you had battled them instead of fleeing. Though I'm not sure what your genuine goal is. Maybe it's the other people's lifetime, fame, or just chaos?" The small girl nodded her head with a serious expression on her face.
"Even if I am simple to prepare, I am confident that an eight-year-old child will not be able to read me thus quickly." When Peter glanced at the small girl, he felt a suspicion in his eyes. He's not sure why, but he believes the little girl was far too sophisticated for an eight-year-old.
"If you live in poverty for three years and witness your parents doing the vilest things while being despised and stifled by other kids your age, you will understand what true maturity is."