[Nemesis' first ability: 'Telekinesis' unlocked.]
The system's voice echoed once more, confirming his actions.
A thrill shot through Noah. Nemesis. His weapon. A partner in his growth, imbued with his will, and now, with its first ability unlocked.
''Indeed, this going to be fun!"
''Status Window!" he called out.
■Status Window
Name: Noah Adler
Rank: Regular
Level 38
Class: Angel of Death
Title: Goblin Slayer
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☆Stats☆
Mana: 37/87
Strength: 100
Intelligence: 79
Dexterity: 100
Luck: 75
Stat Points: 0
Coins: 3060G
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☆Skills☆
Common Skill: {Basic Swordsmanship},{Basic Close Combat} {Presence Detection} {Master of Weapons} {Mana's Armor Lvl 1} {Shadow Steps Level 1} {Blood Flowers} {Splitting Ripple Slash LVl 1} {Fangs of Insanity} {Flame Art} {Telekinesis}
There were three of them, towering figures with broad shoulders and stooped postures. Their leathery, green skin bore scars, and their eyes glowed like burning embers in the gloom, radiating predatory hunger. Each orc brandished a wickedly curved cleaver, the metal glinting ominously in the dim light.
Noah's heart pounded against his ribs, not out of fear, but out of exhilaration.
"It seems like playtime is over," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, tinged with a touch of madness. Taking a deep breath, he rose to his feet, stepping out from behind the cover of the trees. The orcs halted, their beady eyes fixated on him. In that tense moment, they stood frozen, creating a silent tableau in the heart of the Whisperwood.
Then, with a guttural roar, one of the orcs charged, its cleaver raised high.
The hunt had begun.
A wicked grin spread across Noah's face, the shadows of the Whisperwood accentuating the sinister glint in his eyes. These orcs, these low-level mobs, would pose no significant threat. Not anymore. Today, he possessed a secret weapon - a weapon not just forged of steel, but of the power of his mind.
With a subtle flick of his wrist, unnoticed by the charging orc, Noah unleashed his newfound telekinetic abilities. The orc's hefty cleaver, poised for a devastating strike, suddenly defied gravity. Confusion briefly clouded the beast's face as its weapon twisted and turned in mid-air. The momentum of its charge propelled it forward, but without its weapon, its attack became a clumsy stumble.
The other two orcs, witnessing their comrade's peculiar mishap, bellowed in surprise and fury. However, before they could react, Noah launched his next assault. Focusing his mind on a large rock partially buried in the forest floor, he channeled his power. The rock, seemingly under its own volition, erupted from the ground, propelled by an unseen force.
It soared through the air, a brown blur against the green backdrop, and crashed forcefully into the chest of the nearest orc.
"Graa!"
A strangled grunt escaped the creature's lips as it was sent hurtling backward, colliding with a nearby tree with a sickening thud. The third orc, the one who had stumbled after losing its cleaver, roared in fury. It charged, fueled by primal rage.
Noah, emboldened by his initial success, met the charge head-on. Nemesis hummed coldly in his grasp, a silent assurance of power. As the orc swung its remaining cleaver, Noah once again focused his telekinesis. This time, he envisioned the orc's leg contorting at an unnatural angle.
Krack!
A bone-chilling crack reverberated through the forest as the orc's knee buckled beneath it. The creature let out a shriek of agony, collapsing onto the damp earth. It struggled to rise, but its leg hung limply, unmistakably broken. Noah observed it for a moment, a calculating expression replacing the earlier thrill. These weren't humans, not truly.
They were monsters, threats that needed to be neutralized.
With a final flick of his wrist, he sent a small pebble hurtling through the air.
Swoosh! Puk!
The pebble struck the injured orc squarely on the forehead, rendering it unconscious. The final orc, the one disarmed by Noah's telekinesis, lay sprawled at the base of a tree, whimpering. Noah approached cautiously, Nemesis poised and ready. The creature flinched at every step, fear now evident in its eyes, a stark contrast to its earlier aggression.
"Well, well! This is even more enjoyable than I anticipated," he remarked, his voice calm yet resolute but it couldn't hide a certain air of madness deep within.
''!!"
The orc let out another whimper, its guttural language incomprehensible. A shiver ran down the orc's spine, sending chills throughout its body.
Suddenly, a different kind of tension filled the air, crackling with energy. Noah raised his blade, Nemesis, and the chilling aura that radiated from it grew stronger in the dim light. There was no time for hesitation. Leaving a wounded orc behind could attract more danger.
With determination in his eyes, Noah unleashed one of his sword skills - The Splitting Ripple Slash. He had practiced this move countless times, ingraining the motions into his muscle memory. As if anticipating his command, Nemesis hummed with power, its form shimmering faintly.
Noah lunged forward, his movements a blur of focused energy. It was time to send the monster on its way.