Chapter 52: Night of Death

[+00% Experice Point]

[Level Up!]

[3000 Gold coins earned]

[Rank up]

[Currt rank: Regular]

[New Exclusive Skill acquired: Night of Death]

Upon achieving the status of a Regular rank Player, Noah's pre-existing abilities underwt a remarkable hancemt.

"Now, my Seal of Death can inflict an additional % damage."

But that was not all that he gained if one were to take into an account his new exclusive skill.

[Exclusive Skill - Night of Death]

Effect: Envelops a 00m radius with a shroud of darkness, creating an artificial night.

The caster possesses the ability to deactivate it at will.

Although the explanation was concise, the impact it held was undiable.

"This skill perfectly complemts the Rune of the Night (A/N:Angel of Death's Rune), which attains its peak strgth during nighttime."

Due to the rune's unique attributes, attack speed was increased by 50% under the cover of darkness, while the chances of being detected were significantly reduced.

Undoubtedly, this skill was tailor-made for an Angel of Death, a Reaper.

"Now, ev in broad daylight, I can joy the attack speed boost without any hindrances, all thanks to the Night of Death."

''Status window!" Noah called and a dark gold panel appeared before his eyes.

■Status Window

Name: Noah Adler

Rank: Regular

Level 0

Class: Angel of Death

Title: Goblin Slayer

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Noah chuckled upon seeing this. He immediately cast the Night of Death.

Whoosh!

The space within a 300m radius was gulfed in darkness.

A wave of inky blackness rolling outwards like a silt tidal wave. It swallowed the kobolds whole, plunging them into a world devoid of light. Their rage, fueled by sct and sight, faltered momtarily, replaced by sudd disoritation and the primal fear of the unknown.

Screams erupted from within the darkness, not of battle cries but of panicked yelps. The kobolds, accustomed to the dimly lit caverns they inhabited, were thrown into utter confusion. Their crude weaponry, designed for close-quarters combat, became useless in the absce of any visual cues. Their claws, meant to tear flesh in the heat of battle, now felt useless against the unse emy.

Noah, however, thrived in the darkness. He was like a predator in its natural hunting g, his sses heighted by the gloom. He used the confusion to his advantage, expertly maneuvering through the chaos, his movemts silt and precise. The only sounds were the panicked shrieks of the kobolds and the occasional clang of metal against stone as one of them stumbled and dropped their weapon.

From within the darkness, Noah unleashed a flurry of attacks, his weapon a blur of motion. The kobolds, unable to defd themselves or ev locate their attacker, fell one by one. The stch of burnt flesh and the metallic tang of blood filled the air, a grim testamt to the one-sided slaughter.

As the last scream faded into the abyss, Noah dispelled the darkness. He stood amidst a sce of carnage, the bodies of fall kobolds littering the g. His expression remained unchanged, the playful chuckle long gone, replaced by a cold, detached efficicy.

As he surveyed the surings, his eyes darted back and forth, searching for any hint of movemt. But what truly captivated him was the overwhelming sse of his newfound greatness. With the Night of Death now unleashed, his powers had intsified, his strikes infused with an ev deadlier force.

A shiver ran down Noah's spine, not because of the lifeless bodies strewn across the g, but because of the boundless pottial that lay ahead.

The Night of Death was truly awe-inspiring. The mere thought of the incredible abilities that awaited him with each rank advancemt st goosebumps coursing through his body. In the grand scheme of things, he couldn't help but believe that he was destined to become a one-man army, capable of ev controlling the very essce of death itself.

Perhaps he would be able to summon an army of the undead, surpassing ev that person who held the title of the King of Death. Noah couldn't shake the feeling that his class, the Angel of Death, held a higher standing than he initially realized. He was akin to the true ruler of death, a godlike figure in his own right.

The name "Angel of Death" seemed inadequate, as if it fell short of capturing the true essce of his unique class.

'Maybe this unique ability's title would evolve into something like God of Death.'

Noah pondered this thought, unable to help but shake his head in disbelief.

"Well, only time will reveal the accuracy of this assumption. And with the assistance of my system, I will undoubtedly become an unstoppable force. A true powerhouse. A solitary force to be reckoned with."

''Maybe, I will have to create my own guild, my army to go against those responsible for my mother's death. One man can't do everything by himself. You evtually need to rely on someone. I'll observe and slowly decide later.''

[+5% Experice Points]

The system's voice rang out breaking Noah out of his formulating thought.

''Huh! As expected the higher you go, the amount of experice points will decrease. Normally, five kobolds would have giv me 50% experice points, filling the experice bar to the next level by half but now instead of 50% it gives me 5%, meaning I would have to kill twty kobolds instead of the previous t to level up.''

Noah was overcome with a sse of desolation. He had be contemplating embarking on another rampage, aiming to level up to twty-one or ev twty-two before nightfall. However, he had to reconsider his plans wh he noticed a decline in the amount of experice he gained from slaying kobolds. Noah realized that he needed to create a significant gap betwe himself and his peers.

Though he had attained the esteemed Regular rank, he understood the importance of remaining humble. While he possessed a certain advantage that facilitated his progress, he acknowledged that others might possess their own advantages as well. Therefore, he resolved to continue working diligtly, refusing to rest on his laurels.

As Noah contemplated the future, a surge of anticipation coursed through his veins. His determination to seek answers and exact justice for his mother's death remained unwavering. However, alongside this steadfast resolve, a new ssation began to take root within him. A desire to transcd all boundaries and stand in uncharted territory, surpassing ev the most formidable adversaries.

Noah yearned to claim the throne of the strongest, a position never before attained. He couldn't dy the allure of this ambition, for it stirred a fire within him that intsified his every emotion.

Unbeknownst to Noah, a darker shard now resided within his eyes, casting an ominous shadow over his gold irises and emanating an otherworldly aura, an aura of death.