5 Gus and Frank (1/2)
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[Name: Stigma Falsus
Age: 10
Rank: Unique
Skill: Essence Reader, Poltergeist (1), Soul Eater
Current Souls Absorbed:
Pure Energy: 1.1%
Grudge Energy: 5.8%
Wrath Energy: 3.1%]
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*Familiars:*
1. Dusk
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Oh! A new notification popped out, Familiars, huh? Must be one those small creature that follow your every will, I guess naming them counts as being their familiar, but it seems they have to agree first.
Stigma, who was just riding Dusk on its back, was looking at the Status window looking of any changes had happened when the notification appeared.
'A new tab called 'Familiars' appeared with the name Dusk was in a list, and it looks as though I can add more.”
After realizing the potential of the new function, he started thinking of his future plans.
'Well, let's figure that after we eat, I'm starving. I wonder if those up a head are people with food.'
”Let's go Dusk.” Stigma walked towards the specters from before, aiming for their food while Dusk trudge behind.
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At the direction where Stigma was headed. Gus and Frank were heavily intoxicated from drinking, so they never noticed the commotion from the valley, and about two bottles were emptied since they arrived and were on the third jug.
It shows that how strong the alcohol content in the liquor, each was 1.5 liters. Since yesterday they drank 10 liters of it and slept in the cave, it was considered a miracle no one actually stole their belongings when they had them lying around inside of the cave during their drunken night.
In fact, because of their drunkenness, they started talking about their hidden secretes to what they did before.
”Those beast!!!!!” Stigma had just been hiding behind a rock to observe with Dusk by his side, if the specters where approachable, he would ask for some of their food.
But in fact, they were beast in human skin.
One was a short, bald, obese man with a wart on his nose, named Gus, he was wearing a pelt of a bear on his right shoulders and a leather shoulder pad on his left, on his back was a one handed, large Viking Ax, strapped to his waist were throwing daggers.
The other, was Frank, a tall man with Red sideburns and had tanned skin, on him was a chainmail while iron greaves were strapped to his legs, hanging on his back were three spears, each with iron spear head and a weighted net was tied on his waist like those Retiarius[1] gladiators used.
The reason he called them beast was because of the inhumane things they had said to those weaker than them.
”…I was so angry, when my partner cancelled our night visit, I had violated a woman passing by and killed her, it was still warm so I choked it thinking it was her, I can still remember her distorted face…”
”...Did I ever tell about what I did to the boy who stole my bread, I beat him until he bleed in his teeth, he had an expression like this: 'Please, forgive me…', I enjoyed his expression as I kept on beating him until he was dead, and I threw his corpse here, his mother was sold for…”
”…There was an old fool who didn't pay me for my dirtied shoes he stepped on by 'accident', I told to pay for my new shoes and he refused, so I raped his daughter when he couldn't pay me, when he fought back I chopped his arms of…”
When he heard their stories, he felt a chill down his spine, they had glee-like expressions when they described the events.
They had no signs of guilt whatsoever.
What was worse was that he was still using 'Essence Reader' when he saw them, they were radiating small embers in them, and their souls were stable each time they laughed.
Anger welled up in him as he heard them, they were able to laugh at others because of them being weak and Stigma or Cheng Xuan had remembered what he had experienced after being swindled from con-artist, he wanted to beat them until they begged and see how they liked it.
But now,he was a child and pose no form of danger, however with Dusk he should be able to, if he takes them on one at a time.
'But I don't think anyone will wait around to be beaten, especially from a child that looked like he was starving to death.'
'A frontal assault would have little success, the possibility of winning will be higher if Dusk takes them by surprise.'
Stigma though for a moment, and remembered something.
Wait, the skill!
'Essence'
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[Name: Stigma Falsus
Age: 10
Rank: Unique
Skill: Essence Reader, Poltergeist (1), Soul Eater
Current Souls Absorbed:
Pure Energy: 1.1%
Grudge Energy: 5.8%
Wrath Energy: 3.1%]
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Stigma pressed on 'Soul Eater' and a list of skills showed.
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Skills:
[Cooking, Farming, Hunting, Blacksmith, Glasswork, Masonry, Sewing, Calculation, Riding, Archery, Wood Carving, Animal Breeding, Herbalist, Pottery, Brewing, Dancing, Musician, Alchemy, Fishing, Throwing, Penmanship, Butchering, Decipher]
Skill to learn: [YES] [NO]
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Looking at the skills shown, he studied them and thought.
'Archery seems to be the right choice, but I don't have a bow or arrows at hand, Hunting will work, if I had time and tools to work with, and they look like they have a place to go, the rest seem useless at the current situation. '
He can only sigh from his options.
'The only option left is the skill Throwing, I can help Dusk as he deals with them from a distance using stones and pebbles as I distract them.'
”Alright, I'll learn the Throw skill.”
*BING!*
Skill to learn: Throw [YES] [NO]
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