13 Beauty and the Beas (1/2)
The black sword abruptly stopped. Resting next the bleeding woman's neck.
Jenkins, who froze up, felt cold sweat run down his back.
A very weird feeling was covering the robe he donned.
Altough he was familiar with the resentment. The difference beetween this and the usual ones was the horrifying amount of pressure excluded. It made him feel genuine fear.
Looking down at his sword, he watched as it began to shake. The vibrations originating from his trembling body.
Slowly, he spun around. Planning to face this weird feeling head on!
As the body began to turn, his eyes instantly glued themselves towards the operation table where the strapped boy laid.
But as he fully gained the table within his view, his body stopped shaking. Not because of the lessened pressure, but because he did not dare move a muscle.
The unconscious kid had woken up. Yet, as he clearly woke up a second ago, no sound was made. No begging. Nothing.
As he made eye contact with the boy, he suddenly found himself slightly confused.
'What the hell are those eyes?!' Jenkins screamed in his mind while starring into the two black whirlpools of death. Aiming themselves in his direction.
He tried calming himself down. However, just as he blinked, the boy disappeard from the strapped table. The metal which enforced the shackles were almost unbreakable for those under the level of king. And indeed they were, as no scratch was made on them.
'How did he free himself? Does this kid know space magic? No, wait..did he phase through them?!'
New questions continued to fill his head. But as he ran through the hundreds of possible ways Marss could have freed himself with, he did not dare break the eye contact this time. Refusing to let his drying eyes be moisturized.
After this starring contest continued for a while, Marss finally opened his mouth.
”mom..?” his voice was still the same as always.
This calmed jenkins down as he regained some confidence. 'So this guy only got an eye change? Sure, if that's all there is to worry about this will continue to go smoothly'
Jenkins aimed his sword at Marss, planning to execute some kind of ranged attack.
”Any last words, kid?” Jenkins was now smiling once more. Certain that he would not even need to lift another finger.
However, as he was preparing for Marss to answer him, the sensation of death once more covered his heart.
”mOthER....?”
The previously thin voice was replaced by a sound similar to that of a broken trumpet.
Marss's body began to violently shake. Rattling like the tail belonging to some sort of snake.
The now panicking Jenkins could only feel his frozen body quietly watch as the boy began to grow and deform.
....
Inside Marss's head..
[Congratulations! Host has successfully evolved!]
[Host has begun to form a 'Nuclei']
[Nuclei:Some beasts will form a specific type of core when maturing. Those influenced by magic will have a chance of developing a magic core which strenghtens their essence mainpulation. Those who lean more towards brute strength will form a nuclei. It will largely empower ones physical capabilities.
[Some skills have ranked up!]
[Some skills have evolved!]
[New Title earned!]
[New variant bloodline has been created!]
[Teratorn Peacock as been ingegrated with!]
[Teratorn Peacock: Legend has it that this bird once really existed. Its large muscular body is covered by scale-like feathers, able to manipulate the surrounding air. Each feather can absorb an enourmes amount of physical punishment. Combined with its incredible regenerative powers, it holds the title as one of the most robust creatures. Even when fighting opponents of a slightly higher rank. Only beeing vulnerable against elemental magic. It loves to eat raw meat and can grow to the same size as a small house]
[Updating information..]
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Layer:General (middle)
Lvl:1/60
Name:Marss Zell Johnson
Race:Variant human(new) Age:15