Chapter 93: Kids, don't just eat anything!

Chapter 93: Kids, don't just eat anything!

The man's face darkened as he heard Priam's laughter. His subordinates were nervously handling their weapons.

The wyvern began to scratch its face, trying to free Promesse. Priam quickly calmed down.

"Sorry, it's just... Maybe you didnt notice, but its an angry wyvern. You want a cut? I'm not stopping you from trying," Priam declared, pointing at the boss.

At that moment, the wyvern shook its head and hiccupped. Priam turned, astonished. Another hiccup, and Priam called back Promesse. The weapon disengaged from its maw before melting into the mist. The spear was lying in wait, ready to emerge at Priam's first command.

A third hiccup lifted the wyvern, and it vomited a torrent of black liquid onto an abandoned building. Instinctively, Priam stepped back. The substance resembled some kind of petroleum. Without knowing what it was, the Earl was willing to bet that its origin was the shadow concept.

The wyvern snorted, and Priam turned to the group of arrivals. "You'd better run if you don't want to die," he advised.

The man shook his head and pulled out a kind of pokeball. He threw it at the wyvern. On contact with the monster, the ball expanded, creating a giant sphere of metal that engulfed it. The nightmare beast was trapped. Masterless, the dark liquid dissipated, revealing a half-dissolved building. Acid...

The chef now wore a smug smile.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.

"We can manage," he said. "My name is Tommas, pleased to meet you, Lord Priam."

Priam didnt reply, too busy analyzing the newcomer's equipment. "... Where did you get that Imprisonment Sphere?"

"Oh, do you recognize this object?" smiled Tommas. He was observing Priam carefully.

Priam felt uncomfortable under the man's steady gaze. After all, he was naked under his cloak of mist. Moreover, the man's falsely innocent air annoyed him.

"That's right. In fact, I had one in my purse. You didn't happen to find it, did you? A leather purse that must have fallen from the sky in front of the Colosseum?" said Priam, pointing in the direction from which the newcomers had arrived.

"Hmm... doesn't ring a bell, sorry."

Tommas must have had a skill that helped him lie, as his face betrayed nothing. Unfortunately for him, his subordinates were less trained. Priam's keen hearing detected their accelerating heartbeat. They're scared. Guilty.

With a useless movement of his right hand, Promesse reappeared at the liar's side and sliced through his combat vest. It looked like a military tactical vest, but the protection didn't stop the spear for a moment.

Surprised, Tommas raised his arm and leaped to the side. The torn pockets took advantage of the movement to release half a dozen objects.

As the newcomers drew their weapons or hesitated to fire, Priam teleported away and nimbly retrieved the various treasures before they hit the ground. Peter Parker would be proud of me...

"What are you doing?!" cried Tommas outrageously.

Priam looked at him, jaded.

"It's mine, and we both know it. Don't try to steal from me again," Priam threatened.

"Steal from you?! I found this purse on the floor and picked it up. It's mine!"

Priam didn't bother to reply and turned back to the metal sphere. The prison was beginning to glow red. It was easy to imagine that the wyvern was unleashing hell inside.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! I represent the Militia, and you'd better answer if you don't want to get in trouble with the law."

Priam sneered. Who was enforcing the law now? What justice still existed in a world where Anne had murdered dozens of people without being bothered? In a world where Anatole could conduct chimerization experiments on humans without any faction budging? In a world where a human could unleash a Tribulation in the heart of a city without the victims being able to do anything about it...

"Justice and law... I hope for their return, but right now, it's just survival of the fittest," Priam murmured.

Do you mean it?

"Yes."

"Survival of the fittest You may be right. However, it's up to the strongest to set an example. That's the only way justice will return," said Tommas.

Priam detected movement behind him and turned, catching an object on the fly. Opening his hand, he recognized one of the two scarce treasures he had stolen from the Revenants. Raising his head, he looked at Tommas, intrigued.

"Humanitys Champion unleashed a Tribulation in the middle of a city. You must admit that your desire to help your fellow man was questionable. If you still consider yourself human?"

Priam swallowed. He'd scorned the men and women before him, but the feeling was mutual. To make matters worse, they all had dark circles under their eyes and looked tired. They'd undoubtedly spent the last twenty hours rescuing the inhabitants he himself had put in danger. As if that wasn't enough, the man had enough integrity to give him back all his treasure. Damn, I'm the bad guy in this story...

"I still consider myself human," Priam finally replied. The System may have given him a new name, but he still retained human values. "And I didn't know about the Tribulations."

"As I thought, but that's not what some factions are peddling..."

Priam froze. "... What are they saying?"

"I'd rather not influence you. Let's just say that now that the storm has passed, some people are trying to profit from the victims' distress. You have enemies," Tommas explained.

"And do I have any friends?" asked Priam, staring into his interlocutor's eyes.

"If you wish to right your wrongs, you can count on me."

The man was smiling, the frank smile that only those with nothing to reproach themselves for can summon. The metal dome vibrated. Priam took up a fighting stance, his weapon aimed at the prison. The least he could do was protect these men and women.

"You'd better run, the wyvern will be free soon, and I can't exactly protect you from the light beams," Priam warned.

DEXT +3

META (FOCUS) +4

Priam smiled as he felt his mastery of kinetic energy increase. The day when he could manipulate temperature without Potential was near.

Suddenly, Priam had an idea. Using Micro, he detected his own dying cells. With precision, he began to manipulate his molecules. Where light struck, he slowed thermal agitation. Where ice bit, he increased it. Soon, his situation improved.

Lvl Up: [Kinetic Control] lvl 34,35

VIVA +4

DEXT +6

META (FOCUS) +8

There was nothing like a new, intelligent use of a skill to level it up. The wyvern's attack seemed endless, but Priam remained hopeful. According to his fog and Domain, the cavity he was in was increasing in volume. The wyvern was destroying its own throat.

Lvl Up: [Light Resistance] lvl 10

CONST +1

Suddenly, the light disappeared. A moment later, Priam's body was moved. Then silence set in. His connection with the mist was still severed. That left only one possibility. It swallowed me. I must be in the stomach...

Priam knew the tale of Pinocchio and saw an opportunity here. The wyvern now had few tools with which to attack him. He canceled his ice cloak and immediately regretted it. A foul smell assailed his keen nose. Pressed on all sides by the stomach walls, he tried to get his bearings.

His hearing quickly detected a powerful beat to his right. The wyvern's heart was close. Suddenly, he looked down at his feet. The absence of light rendered the action useless, but Priam sensed something was wrong. His feet were burning.

You have gained the skill: [Acid Resistance - Common].

[Acid Resistance] - Acids are dangerous, especially from a wyvern's stomach. There are several acid types, but you should know that this one has a really high acid dissociation constant. Useful for digesting humans.

In the future, remember to avoid acid baths. It's a pretty basic rule.

CONST +1

Priam winced and canceled out the pain. Without Micro, the acid burn would have driven him mad. A few more minutes in the stomach, and he'd die. Definitely.

Pointing his spear at the beast's heart, Priam concentrated on his Domain. Feeling the wyvern's structure, summoned Promesse, then attacked. The spear bounced off the stomach wall. Annoyed, Priam decided to do something drastic. Even if I destroy the heart, it'll regenerate it anyway.

[Tribulation Piercing Spear] pierced the lining of the digestive system, creating a hole seventy centimeters deep. Priam had been careful not to use his skill at full power. The monster howled, and a movement of the stomach informed him that it was trying to vomit him up. Priam chuckled, freezing his surroundings. You shouldn't have swallowed me!

POT -50

Spamming six more times [Tribulation Piercing Spear], Priam came within centimeters of the beast's heart. He stored Promesse in his mist and crawled into the tunnel of flesh he had just created. The tunnel was already closing, and Priam hurried on. He had no desire to die of asphyxiation, trapped inside the reptile's flesh.

Five seconds later, he placed his hand on the wall protecting the monster's heart. A sort of bone cage protected the organ, and Priam froze it. A few elbow blows - reinforced by the steel fragment - shattered the protection. The heart was within reach.

A shadow threw itself at Priam. He casually overpowered it with the help of his Domain. Without giving it another glance, he stretched his body to place a hand on the heart.

[Double Heart - Silver] detects an affinity.

Owner under Domain domination.

Authorized extraction.

Choose an affinity.

[Sun]

[Shadow]

[Pride]

[Phoenix]

[Draconic]

Status: Race change detected. Please read the notification regarding attribute calibration.

[He Who Eludes Death] charge OFF. Reloaded in 23 hours 21 min 26s

[Tribulation]: Tribulations are coming.

Time: 182 days 23 hours 54 minutes 39 seconds.