A World known as Tra'la'Van
The Class S general of the standing military of Tra'la'Van stands at a salute as he addresses his king and ruler, "I believe we should go on the assault the moment the Successor of Chaos leaves the Unique Domain, Your Majesty!"
Whispers run through the room. And for good reason, the general understands.
Because at the center of the room shows the livestream of Ashley currently struggling to run for her life from a wave of drakes, lizardmen, kobolds, and even drachne. All of which are chasing after her with the intent to kill, each sending out their own attacks at the Successor and threat. Whether that be through destruction affinity silk, deep crimson fireballs of destruction mana, arrows from the kobolds, and, well, nothing from the lizardmen. Since the lizardmen don't have a ranged attack.
The girl continuously dodges their attacks only barely each time, with her occasionally getting hit and having to quickly heal it through her health and whatever possible regeneration skill she may have. Since she heals too fast for it to be nothing but her health.
But it's clear that she is struggling massively with merely surviving against the weaker monsters in the Unique Domain. So the general can understand the nobles' and his king's skepticism.
"Explain," his king, King Van de LiLanio, declares, the man sitting on his throne with his cheek resting against his fist as his short black and purple hair shines in the light of the red sun over their planet.
"Of course, Your Majesty," General Travaleji states with a bow of his head before standing up straighter. "My skill known as Divine Instincts is warning me that the Successor of Chaos may be the most dangerous threat in the entire universe. And I believe it best to stamp out the threat before she grows any more should she survive the Unique Domain."
He then goes on to explain more of his thoughts, eventually leading up to showing recordings with traces of the girl's growth since she woke up from her coma. He also goes into the details of how Chaos has always acted, personally believing that the Primordial would never care about a single Successor.
Not the known psychopath everyone in the universe has come to know who only cares about his amusement.
So he truly believes that so long as they put on an amusing show for the Primordial, Chaos will not bother them.
And after nearly half an hour, the king declares, "Very well. You may give the order to the forces we have on Val. If they should see this girl, they are to force her off of Val and into our arms to be dealt with as swiftly as possible."
"As you wish, Your Majesty," General Traveleji responds with a light bow of his head. "I'm certain we won't be the only ones acting, but so long as she is-"
He is cut off when the light of their sun vanishes from the sky, and everyone begins looking around in confusion.
"You may not be the only ones, but you are the first, and you'll set a fine example," a familiar voice echoes across the entire planet, confusing all of the people living on it while frightening the people inside of the castle.
Chaos??! What's he-
"This whole misconception of me not caring is getting oooolllldddd," Chaos drawls out as the people in the castle quickly move towards the balcony to look at the skies. Only to find a terrifying sight greeting them.
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And I was not going to go in up close to use my blades.
Honestly, at this point I might just use that damned bow. Because I really need a non-magic based method of attack.
Feather Shot barely costs any mana to use, but every single arrow of destruction mana costs a good third or so of a unit of mana. And I only have so many units of mana.
With the bursts being even worse at costing three entire units of mana to do.
At this rate my best bet may just be going through my Skill Trees in an attempt to find a skill that increases my mana regeneration speed. Because if I can't get a handle on this, I won't last a week.
The only upsides I can see about this whole situation are the numerous level-ups I'm getting, the new and powerful Skill Trees I'm assimilating, and the significant number of Skill Points this place is giving me.
Three Skill Points per kill.
Probably because every last monster is an elite monster.
And at this rate I've already killed at least a few dozen monsters, netting me over a hundred Skill Points from my day and a half in this place.
But I can only use all of this if I survive.
Which will prove difficult considering how I can't even get up right now.
I continue panting on the ground, strongly happy about the fact that my clothes are one hundred percent waterproof and can't absorb liquid at all. Making it so that the sweat doesn't soak into them.
Otherwise this would be even more unpleasant.
And while I was at first worried about how to wash myself off without flashing the livestream, I realized that since my clothes don't soak the water up, I can just wash myself without even taking my clothes off.
Saves my modesty from the bunch of stalkers watching me struggle for my life.
Eventually my eyes begin to droop closed again as my exhaustion forces me to sleep. Which should be safer this time around since I sealed off the entrance other than some small cracks for air.
So no drake wakeup calls this time.
My eyes continue to droop until they shut entirely, and I fall asleep.