30 The Banished (1/2)

[Evolving into Hel'Slakter!]

His transformed form reverted back into the first one, normal human appearence, now having sharper nails and two lumps on his forehead.

However, as the transformation once again began, the horn lumps retracted along with the nails. Turning back into something which would be counted as building blocks.

The first thing to note down was the black lines which formed around on his built body. They stretched out into every corner, carving out every mucle shape there was. He looked like some sort of butterfly, or rather, a warrior painted by some tribal tattoo.

The next was the curved dark horns which shot out of the sides on the sides of his head. Weren't they supposed to be white? Anyways, they fit better with the black hair, so he did not complain.

The next were the eyes. They seemed to...get a little larger? The iris was still golden, with a clear vertical line in the middle. Not much change there.

His face did not transform much, but the canines in his mouth grew a little sharper.

The mucles grew a bigger too, along with the bones and spine. His height reached the 1.90 mark before he stopped growing.

The nails were seemingly longer too. Now having a gold line on the tip, marking where their black ends reached.

He looked more mature in this form, not very handsome, but the increase in height and tissue growth certainly made him better off.

As his black clothes once more emerged, Micharl looked at the black linings which were circling around his enlargened biceps and chest. Even his now robust abdominal mucles were marked. They would almost turn his new appearance from handsome to somewhat demonic.

”I feel much stronger while like this. Let me try the [Hel'Bölger]”

With but a thought, he transformed once more.

The black linings turned silver as his skin once more were molded into scales. Two new curved horns made their homes on his temples. Turning into the same color as the lines.

The two eyes turned back into golden bulbs, but there was a new set making their home over the originals. Giving of a arachnid like feel.

The six fingers on each hand trembled a little as silver linings rounded out the available knuckles.

His scales were now much thicker than before, making him look even more powerful overal.

”This...This is atleast a hundred times better than previously..”

He tried to bend his hands backwards, but noticed that they worked the same as a squids tentacle. Bending in any direction he saw fit.

”That must be the addition the second evolution gave me. I could probably catch any opponent off guard with this flexibility.”

He looked back at the caged wendigos with his four eyes. However, now they seemed to not move a mucle. Affraid of alerting him of their presence.

This futile atemt of escaping only made him chuckle with the new dark 'dual voice' varming up the cave.

He walked up to the unmoving beasts. Just impailing every one in the head with his sharpened claws. Their brain seemed to slowly melt as he pulled it back. Mabye that corrosive chemical his body emitted was a passive ability now?

”System, show me my current level and skills if I have gained any.”

[Calculating...]

[barely enough experience to reach max level]

[Level:20/20] Max!

[Hel'denger: Makes your fists and claws emit a corrosive substance which rapidly makes flesh break down]

[Hel'Beiner: Can harden bones in your body, increasing impact damage by 200%]

[Hel'Regner: You can spit out a pressurized bullets of liquid. It will containt the same effect as the 'Corrosive substance']

[Hel'trasher(new): Turn damage into physical power, increasing your strenght for every time you take a blow. This is always active]

”Very good. Let us see where that guy is hiding.”

He continued to walk deeper after putting the documents inside i enlarged storage ring. Not bothering himself anymore with the wendigos.

The further in he went, the more cramped the tunnels became. Mabye large enough to fit a truck inside now.

The walls got more and more well made. Turning into a sort of worn down concrete. Continuing his quest to find the owner, he met another damn door. It had very fine carvings on, must have been expensive in old times.

However, this did not matter. Michael walked it down in his hel'börger form, finally finding the guy who built this place.

The room was similar in size to the one where Jenkins had set up that weird tree. Only now, there was a small block of ice surrounded by some metal equipment.

There laid a handsome young man with long black hair inside. A rather thin guy overal, but he was certainly built. The long black hair was tied togheter, flowing down to his hips. And of course, he was naked....

Marss looked at a grey lever laying next to a bunch of tubes, trying his luck with that first.

Just flicking it to the side, the tubes began to shake.

'Was this the right one?'

He looked back at the cube of ice which began to melt.

'Nice one Michael...'

All that was left was to watch as the ice disappeared, letting the handsome man fall to the ground along with the black rope growing out of his head.

'Should I catch him before he...'

*DUNK

'never mind...'

As he was twated out, the man laid on the cold grey floor alongside his setup. Michael only looked around while waiting for him to wake up. Examining some of his gear and papers which were spread around.

”Sun time, 159. I have built this setup with the help of some supplies I stole from that weird elf I fought. I promose, if I meet him again, I will kill him. What a damn lunatic. Anyways, I will now be able to freeze myself with the help of the magical energy contained in the dungeon core. The lever closest to the rainbow colored tubes will make it start melting.”

All four of Michaels eyes widened up, starring at the first lines on the document.

'What?! How old is Jenkins? I should ask him what year it is today before trying to pry his mind open.”

As he kept throwing more documents into his ring, he heard some weak grunting from behind.

Instantly, Michael reverted the transformation, now looking like the tribal horned warrior with black clothes.

Michael turned towards the naked guy, going to help him up.

”You there?”

the black haired man stood up on his own. Straightening up his back and stretching his thin white arms out.

”I...Have finally returned.”

His voice was deep, but still held a light tone to it, making it more elegant.

He opened his eyes, turning them towards Michael.

Everything other than the long hair made him look like a really handsome bachelor. But the blood red eyes holding on at the sight of Michaels head also enhanced the sort of mysterious feel he gave off. Almost as iflooking at some dish.

”You freed me. No?”

Michael could only stutter as this guy did not even care he was naked.

”A..ah yes! I read your papers..”

The man smiled back, nodding his head.

”Yes, then you wish for the potion I made? Good. Just follow me then.”

He began to walk towards the door Michael had punched down. Not caring that it laid on the stone floor in the least.

”Yes, also.”

He snapped his fingers, making a dark red cloak cover his body.