Chapter 6: Deck Card

Chapter 6: Deck Card

Tom cautiously walked towards the [Ankra Beasts] carcass, one hand resting upon the bark of the tree, ready to yank himself back if the [Divine System] had lied and the beast was still alive.

So far, the [Divine System] hadnt given him much of a reason to trust it.

The hilt of his bloodied rapier was the first thing that entered his line of sight and Tom instinctively found himself tracing his gaze down its length.

The [Ankra Beast] lay still on the grassy floor, the tall grass drenched with its foul-smelling yellow blood. A wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm Tom, but he grit his teeth and forced himself forward.

The hard part was done, and what came next might improve his odds of survival.

He couldnt chicken out now.

Tom gingerly stepped forward, one foot after the next, slowly approaching the beasts unmoving carcass.

[You have successfully slayed a Level 1 Ankara Beast. Its Soul has separated from its Soul Card. Would you like to absorb its Soul Experience?]

Soul Experience? Absorb? Tom weighed the words in his mind, an uncomfortable uncertainty washing over him. Though he didnt know the specifics, part of it seemed obvious enough if he said yes, he would absorb a portion of the [Ankra Beasts] soul.

The beast had tried to kill him, yes, but something about the whole idea made him feel sick. It felt morally wrong. But could the soul survive without the body in the first place?

Tom didnt know.

But did he really have a choice? He was in an unfamiliar land full of monsters he had never seen before and the only weapon he had was a regular old sword and a magic card that wasnt capable of anything except fucking him over.

Could he afford to take the moral highground?

This reward might make the difference between life and death.

Yes, Tom finally replied, averting his gaze elsewhere. A white, misty aura flowed from the beasts carcass to his own body, enveloping him in a sensation that felt enriching, nourishing and rejuvenating all that the same time.

[Your Soul Card has received 150 experience. Experience required till next level: 4850.]

[The Divine System will automatically absorb Soul Experience upon each kill from now on.]

[Would you like to Loot the carcass?]

Yes, Tom replied again, this time as a thought instead of speaking it aloud.

[You have received a Level 1 [The Flame] card. Would you like to [Feed] this [Common] ranked card to your Soul Card?]

He had killed a Level 1 monster and his [Soul Card: The Fool] had also been Level 1. Why then did it only amount to 1/50th of the experience needed to reach Level 2? If he had interpreted correctly, he would get to add morePhysical, Mental and Proprioception points if he got to the next level.

An ominous thought came to his mind, and out of desperation Tom just decided to ask the Divine System itself, How much soul experience do I need to get The Flame card to the next level?

Another blue screen metamorphosed in front of him.

[Experience required till next level: 100.]

Fuck, Tom winced, falling into thought while maintaining a tab on his surroundings. He had to choose fast.

Put it all in my [Deck Card: The Flame] for now, he ultimately chose to ignore [The Fool] card for now. The extra stats would be nice, sure, but that wouldnt matter if he died before reaching that point.

[Preference acknowledged.]

[A Common Ankra Bone Dagger has been deposited in your inventory.]

[Ankra Beast Meat x2 has been deposited in your inventory].

Tom watched as the [Ankra Beasts] carcass began to deflate before gently being enveloped by the soft earth beneath it. Its soul, its bones even its meat Tom had taken it all. A wave of guilt washed over him anew, the bile in his stomach rising.

The next moment, Tom began to heave over his lunch all over the grass.

Fuck, Tom thought, getting a glimpse before the deflated carcass was enveloped entirely by the Earth beneath it.

His thoughts meandered, going in directions he didnt want them to.

Would his remains too suffer the same grisly end if he lost a battle and consequently, his life? What if another [Player] killed him instead of a monster? Would they absorb his soul, add its strength to their own?

The idea alone was enough to make even the bravest of men shudder a little in horror. Death was terrifying, but atleast it brought oblivion. What of ones soul been stolen though?

Tom hurriedly shook his head.

He needed to get the fuck out of here.

The [Ankra Beast]s carcass was gone, but his rapier still lay there, having sunk a little deeper into the ground, its length beginning to warp a little, but it was still functional.

He grabbed it and began to sprint away, hoping that he would be able to escape the consequences of the commotion hed caused.

Soon, Tom's distant silhoutte vanished amongst the forest's intimidatingly tall trees.