Chapter 120: Overload: Obsession 1/4

Chapter 120: Overload: Obsession 1/4

Somewhere within a town, under the Great Ocean.

Killian rubbed his eye. Taking away his finger, a thin layer of red had coated his skin. The pain was increasing day-by-day. At first it was only slight, like an annoying headache. But now it had surpassed even a migraine, yet he refused to complain about it.

The man with the title of Archbishop told him that he had a low acceptance rate for the symbiote, but he didn’t care. Killian wanted to fuse with it regardless. For power. It was something that he craved, and clearly others thought the same as the number of deacons were ever increasing.

But if he wanted to stay ahead–the little amount of pain was nothing compared to the power it brought him.

From an Uncommon Class, all the way to Rare. It was quite literally an immense improvement. His strength soared, but that wasn’t all. It had given him new Skills–ones that were particularly useful in killing.

His mother had always told him never to harm another person, but she was long dead. Besides, they all deserved it. Ruitera had long turned into a world where the strong ruled, and the weak were left to fester and forgotten. Just like his mother.

Killian wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Him, a few dozen deacons, six priests, two bishops and one Archbishop, were tasked to scour this tropical town. He hated heat on the best of days, but along with the droning pain in his eye–it was... Killian felt his mind shift. It was becoming irritated, irrational, primal. Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

No. He wouldn’t complain. He couldn’t.

Killian grit his teeth and wiped the blood from under his eye.

It was scary, but as long as he kept his emotions in check, then he could enjoy his power for a lifetime. It’s what the Archbishop said. He had no reason to lie. Killian soothed himself as he took a breath.

He glanced at the white robe wearing Archbishop in awe. He had the usual mask on his face, however, it differed to the normal bland masks of the deacons. It was gilded with a golden halo that was etched onto the forehead. It had a wide smile and the sharp teeth also shone as if lights were installed within the enamel.

Yes, they wouldn’t lie. Killian reminded himself.

Killian and the others walked through a dense bush. It had already been hours since they entered. To the point that he wondered if it would ever end. If they would ever encounter civilisation. It was his first time within a town of this size.

He was also told that this town was close to a city. It filled him with anticipation regarding the future.

It was then that a strange power washed over him like a tidal wave. It seeped into his mind, he felt himself... giving in.

You have been accepted into the dungeon - Primal Jungle.

Do you wish to enter? Y/N

He really wanted to say no, but he wasn’t given a choice in the matter. The power within his mind was far too powerful to contend against. Killian had to submit.

“Yes,” Killian said.

But he was not alone. Everyone replied in unison, even the Archbishop who was practically a god within his eyes–had no choice but to say that one word.

Just like that. Everyone vanished from the spot.

Astrid stood high up on an enormous metal tower within the middle of the plains. It was shrouded in a large Major Illusion that obscured it from presumably any monster under the the Level one-hundred and thirty range.

Although that was just a guess, it might be lower than that, but maybe it was just her arrogance that believed it to be so. Either way, she guessed that it wasn't far off.

Outside of the main illusion, lay a few other, smaller ones.

However, if she had the metal in hand, that was different.

She thought of something to create. Astrid was about to start, but she paused. She adored the look of knives and swords, probably because of her long time practising with them, and due to the fact that it was in her bloodline. But she steered away from creating knives with the ore. They were too big. A waste of precious metal.

Instead, Astrid formed the needles that she was getting used to.

With a command, they levitated above her head, then shot forward. Like they were attached and guided by a piece of string, they entered the dense jungle, then pelted the strange protrusions.

Her assumption came to fruition as the monsters screamed in pain. Some thumped to the ground, while others turned round the tree and displayed their frightening fangs.

They were Femoras, and they were angry.

The monsters seemed to have a strong familial bond as they leapt towards her without a care for their safety. And knowing full well there weren't any trees in the vicinity to use their evolved legs to their advantage.

Astrid grinned and pulled out their eyeballs one-by-one in rapid succession. Blood sprayed through the air and coated the pure green grass in a deep scarlet.

Four managed to get passed, mainly because she wasn’t able to connect to so many eyes that fast. Which caused a frown to appear on her face. She didn’t like failing.

Just as the monsters were about to slice into her body, multiple illusions sprouted out of her body. They were exact replicas of her. Everything from her aura, expression, to her moving hair, and smell.

They hesitated.

With a pull, the needles shot backwards and penetrated the back of their necks, and straight into their brains.

Astrid jumped into the air as their bodies crashed into the floor, then continued to roll past where her body used to be. They were dead as can be, yet Astrid connected to their eyes and pulled them anyway. Three of their skulls exploded, yet the last one was lucky.

Not happy with the result, she shot down and slammed her foot into the monster's skull. With a crack, it caved in as her boot was covered in sticky brain matter, and blood.

She refused to let anything come back to life. Not after those damned skeletons back in the Underbelly–and the ghouls.

Finally satisfied with the result, she safely flew through the trees.

Calum glanced at Bellona. The woman was a fierce warrior. Blood dripped from her bandaged hands as she finished off the last jumping monster with extreme efficiency.

He was barely keeping up as wounds were etched all over his body, even with being injured, she still ended up throwing some of the weaker/injured monsters his way.

Is she doing it on purpose? Calum thought while panting. He resisted the urge to place his hands on his knees for a rest.

One moment of relaxation was all that was needed to have his throat slit. Especially by those damned jumping bastards.

But for his revenge, this much was nothing. More than that, he was grateful. The experience gained was incredible with only two people fighting. He had already Levelled twice. Besides, the woman could have left him for beast food the moment they entered and just told Astrid that she couldn’t protect him.

Any excuse would work in this place.

“Come on.” Bellona wiped the blood from her face. “I need to find Astrid.”

Calum took a breath and nodded.

They headed further into the jungle.