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Death of an Arrogant Prick; I Reincarnated as a Skeleton? Chapter 35: When there's a will, there's a way!
***{You have activated active skill: Spear Thrust!}***In one smooth motion after shrugging off the grasp of the humans, the skinny skeleton thrust forward at the wall with the suddenly shiny bone in his hand.His hand thrust with so much force that a mini sonic boom was induced.The bone was no spear but at this moment, Clinton was able to wield it like one.The bone hit the wall, and then…KABOOM!Force was transferred, and the wall collapsed.“…”“…”“…..!”Clinton’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he saw the scene that suddenly played out before his eyes as his current reality.‘H-how? What the f*ck!’‘Did I just do that?!’‘Did I just tear down the walls of this cave with a single strike?’The mere thought of it sent tingling feelings of excitement through his bones.This was no simple achievement.Afterall, this was not any cave in the decaying forest. This cave was the home and lair of one of the most destructive and sturdy existences in the decaying forest, a level
Death of an Arrogant Prick; I Reincarnated as a Skeleton? Chapter 36: The might of a mythical weapon
~__________~{Welcome to the Miserable Undead System!}{Host: Donald Clinton}{Special System Abilities: Corrupted- Locked}>You only have access to the basic identification abilities of the cursed Miserable Undead System<{Host Status:}Race: High-tier SkeletonLevel: 5Class: Spear Master{Utility Class: Weapon Craftsman}{Sub Class: Master of Daggers}Attributes:STR- 3.5VIT- 2.8SPE- 1.8MIN- 0.8Health Points (HP): 7/7{Skills: Bone Assembling; Spear Thrust; Silent Slice; Accurate Throw}{Passive Skill: Calma; Vampire}{Special Skills: None}{Magic Skills: None}…{Weapons: Magedon, Light Slayer}…{Titles: Hell Slayer}…{Remark: A suddenly not so befitting form for a miserable womanizer and arrogant prick. Don’t raise your hopes up though, you will still die the final death soon enough!}~________~Charging out of the cave of the level 5 Stone Ogre, the first thing that Clinton did was to check on his system status again to reconfirm certain details for the plan he had in his
Death of an Arrogant Prick; I Reincarnated as a Skeleton? Chapter 37: Going on a rampage with Magedon, the Light Slayer!
***{Warning! You have encountered a powerful enemy!}{You have encountered a level 5 apex predator of the decaying forest: Ancient Undead Tree!}…{You have killed a level 5 Ancient Undead Tree!}{You have gained XP!}{You have sucked health points!}***Like a hurricane, Clinton with his new weapons went on a rampage in the decaying forest, targeting the apex predators of this ancient forest.The battle against the Ancient Undead Tree was not much different from his encounter with the Lord of the Green Goblins.The only difference was that the Ancient Undead Tree had much more health points than the Green Goblin and its body was much more massive, giving it time to flex most of its power.In the end, what Clinton got was a weapon, not an armor.He could deal devastating damage now did not mean he got inviolable defense with it. One hit from the level 5 apex predators could still leave him on the brink of death, this was why he was extra careful.Even more with an opponent like an un
Death of an Arrogant Prick; I Reincarnated as a Skeleton? Chapter 38: The Ancient Gate & its Guardian
At the farthest reaches of the Decaying Forest, nestled between two towering cliffs of fossilized bone and petrified wood, lay the Ancient Gate, the door to the 2nd level of the dark world of the Dungeon of Azarick.It was a relic from a forgotten era.It was a colossal structure, its vast twin doors forged from obsidian stone and engraved with glowing crimson runes pulsing with an ominous energy.Time had worn deep cracks into its surface, but the eerie power emanating from it remained untamed, whispering the secrets of a world beyond.At its center, a massive sigil of chained skeletons twisted around a jagged spiral, depicting the eternal suffering of the damned.The very air around the gate vibrated with an unholy resonance, an unseen force pressing against the souls of all who dared to approach.It was not just a barrier; it was a warning.And before this gate stood the Gate Guardian.{You have encountered the Exit Gate of the Decaying Forest!}{You have encountered the Gate Guard
Death of an Arrogant Prick; I Reincarnated as a Skeleton? Chapter 39: The battle against Arto, the Gate Guardian
The moment Clinton declared his will to fight, the entire battlefield trembled.Arto, the immovable stone behemoth, raised its colossal arms, each one thick as a tree trunk and brought them crashing down with a force that could pulverize mountains not to talk of a skeleton.BOOM!The shockwave sent Clinton hurling backward, his skeleton body rattling as he barely rolled away from the impact.The ground split open in a terrifying display of power, jagged cracks of molten energy snaking through the battlefield. Had he been a second slower, he would have been reduced to bone dust.“Survival is meaningless,” Arto’s voice rumbled like grinding boulders. “You are nothing before me”.“Give up your meaningless existence and fall to my blade”.Clinton landed on one knee, his wooden spear already torn apart by that attack and so, he finally brought out his main weapon.His skeletal fingers tightened their grip on Magedon, Light Slayer, the bone-crafted mythical weapon pulsing with ominous power.
Death of an Arrogant Prick; I Reincarnated as a Skeleton? Chapter 40: Survivor
The past few hours were undoubtedly the craziest of Clinton’s life, well, 2 lives if he was being totally objective.Not even the realization that he was now a skeleton when he first appeared in this world was as crazy as the past few hours of his life.In the past few hours, he experienced crazy things, and also did crazy things.They really do say desperation births invention.Wanting to progress from the 1st level of the dungeon of Azarick, after preparation for a long time, at level 5 already, the limit of the 1st level of the dungeon, he finally decided to return back to that corridor where he appeared on first coming to this world.Luckily for him, there were no Holy Knights this time when he entered.He got what he wanted, bones, resources that he needed to flex his new skill and profession as a craftsman, crafting much more powerful weapons that would help him safeguard his life in this hell where he found himself.He found the bone of Magedon, the Doom Knight which was appare
Death of an Arrogant Prick; I Reincarnated as a Skeleton? Chapter 41: Lord Aldric of Sanctus Keep
Beyond the Decaying Forest and the accursed Corridor of the Damned, where the World of Darkness began, lay the Domain of Light, the first floor of the Dungeon of Azarick.Returning to the Corridor of the Damned, learning more about the Holy Knights and the existence of humans, Clinton learned more about this world.Or more precisely, this dungeon.The Dungeon of Azarick was divided into 2 parts, the world of darkness whose first floor was the Decaying Forest and the world of light where the Holy Knights and the humans came from.Unlike the nightmarish abyss that lurked beneath, the Domain of Light was vast, radiant, and sacred.The skies above were not open, yet they glowed with golden light, as if an eternal dawn had been captured and preserved within the dungeon’s walls.Marble spires and glorious-white stone cities stretched across the horizon, their foundations carved into the floating cliffs and suspended walkways that made up this realm.Rivers of pure mana flowed freely, shimme
Death of an Arrogant Prick; I Reincarnated as a Skeleton? Chapter 42: The Monster Domain [1]
Hours after his conversation with Seraphim, Lord Aldric stood alone in a dimly lit chamber deep within Sanctus Keep, a place far from the eyes and ears of the council.Here, beneath the sacred halls of the Domain of Light, where even the divine’s gaze seemed dimmed, two figures stood before him.The first was Vaelin Duskwhisper, a High Elf with an unnerving stillness to his presence. Dressed in sleek black robes adorned with arcane symbols, he exuded the aura of a man who walked the line between science and murder.A research scientist, a scholar of the unnatural, but also a famed assassin.His violet eyes gleamed with clinical curiosity.In normal circumstances, there was no reason why a High Elf would live in these slums, Sanctus Keep, the first floor of the World of Light.High Elves were royalty among Elves, and they normally reside within the posh halls and world of the higher floors with higher quality mana and resources.The reason why Vaelin Duskwhisper was forced to the last f
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Chapter 57: The Monster Domain [16]
Clinton strode toward his bastion, feeling lighter than he had in days.His hunt had been successful, his weapons had never felt more refined in his grip, and he was finally beginning to grasp the brutal ecosystem of the Monster Domain. He was no longer just surviving; he was thriving now.And he was somehow making it look easy.His undead lips curled into something that would have been a grin if he still had flesh to stretch over his bones.As he walked, he hummed, an old tune from the fragments of his past life.“Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb…”“Mary had a little lamb, and it’s mane was white as snow…”Clinton inclined his head, chuckling. “Was this how it went?”He was carefree, he felt free, he felt powerful.‘Ah, what a beautiful day…’ he thought.But the moment he stepped inside his bastion; the world shifted.Bzzz!It happened instantly.A whisper of air, too quick, too precise.A feeling, like the weight of a thousand unseen eyes pressing on him.Clinton’s i
Chapter 56: The Monster Domain [15]
Vaelin Duskwhisper and Garrick the Red’s POV…It was already days since Vaelin Duskwhisper, the Elvin assassin and Garrick the Red, the human mercenary descended to the Monster Domain as they navigated its treacherous expanse, tracking their target.The Monster Domain was unlike any world they had set foot in before.Vast, untamed, and seething with primordial violence, it was a land that belonged to monsters alone.Even the air itself was different, thicker, charged with an oppressive energy that weighed upon the senses like an unspoken threat.Vaelin Duskwhisper and Garrick the Red had braved many battlefields, but even they tread carefully here.They had entered the Monster Domain days ago, armed with only fragmented clues left in the wake of their quarry- the elusive undead craftsman.Every step forward was a test of endurance and guile, for the deeper they ventured, the more hostile the environment became.Tracking a skeleton should have been simple. Even with no heartbeat, no sce
Chapter 55: The Monster Domain [14]
It was a new day in the Monster Domain.Clinton stepped out of his bastion, his skeletal frame gleaming under the dim light that filtered through the thick canopy of the Monster Domain.Unlike before, when every step had been cautious and wary of apex predators, this time he moved with the confidence of a seasoned hunter.After crafting new weapons, repairing damaged ones, upgrading his best weapon, and repairing his bastion for a whole day yesterday, now, he was ready to enter the depths of the Monster Domain again to hunt.His newly upgraded Magedon, Light Slayer pulsed faintly in his grip, its power source, the very heart of the Dreadclaw Behemoth now fully integrated.With every movement, he could feel the weapon’s latent power thrumming through his bones, waiting to be unleashed.Today was different.No apex predators, no reckless challenges.He wanted just a pure hunt, a methodical extermination of the lesser creatures that roamed the Monster Domain.Today was not a daredevil da
Chapter 54: The Monster Domain [13]
When Clinton forged the Light Slayer, he found himself in a special state of mind that he had never experienced before then.Just after suffering the heartbreak of an identity crisis, shunned and rejected by humans, while dealing with that, he still had to fight for his life against the same humans who came after his life.With his life on the line, he started forging his weapon.He forged Magedon, Light Slayer in a life and death scenario, a special state of mind where the result of his work had the capacity to decide his life and death.Clinton was not in quite that unique state of mind at this moment, but compared to that time, his craftsmanship skills already improved by a lot.Not just that, having accepted his identity as a skeleton already, his conviction when it came to surviving was firmer than ever before.And since crafting a better, stronger weapon would help in his survival, Clinton approached this new test with a determined mind.He entered a special state of focus where
Chapter 53: The Monster Domain [12]
Absorbing the apex power stored in the Dreadclaw Behemoth’s heart was a totally unknown theoretical framework that Clinton had no prior empirical experience with, still he wanted to test it out.And the results?It was actually a success.By absorbing part of the power stored inside the heart, Clinton felt his skeleton physique improve. His bones became denser, harder to break.His energy regeneration also improved.He could now partially store latent energy from fallen enemies, potentially unlocking new abilities in future battles.And finally and most important of all, Clinton felt his connection to the mystical energy of this dungeon become closer than ever before.He could feel it, the subtle connection with the arcane.He shivered in excitement. “Is this… m-magic?” He stammered.Clinton had no idea if he was right but it didn’t matter, the possibility of it alone was enough to leave him extremely excited.Even after all these gains, there was still a lot of power contained inside
Chapter 52: The Monster Domain [11]
By the time Clinton finished harvesting all that he wanted, he had amassed a treasure trove of materials.The mana-infused hide for armor and energy-draining properties, the apex talons, razor-sharp, ideal for forging deadly melee weapons, the Behemoth’s core, a crystallized heart, a potential power source for his mythical weapon, and then the predator fangs, perfect for crafting venomous blades or reinforced spears.Clinton was beyond satisfied.He stood over the ruined corpse, weapons in hand, mind brimming with ideas.The monsters still watched from the distance, but none dared step forward.Not yet.Not while the true predator was still standing.Clinton chuckled.He had hunted an apex.Now, it was time to craft like one.He left.…Clinton returned to his ruined stronghold, standing amidst the crumbling debris, shattered walls, and the remnants of his last battle.His bastion had saved his life, but it wasn’t enough.The Dreadclaw Behemoth had ripped through his defenses, exposin
Chapter 51: The Monster Domain [10]
Clinton exhaled slowly, his sockets glowing with eerie satisfaction.“Not so tough now, huh?”He had done it. He had killed another apex predator, one that was vastly more terrifying than the previous one.And now?If it hadn’t already, now, the Monster Domain would know his name.…The Monster Domain was ruled by savagery, but it was also governed by unspoken laws of nature, one of which was simple.Only fools steal from an Apex Predator.When Clinton had killed the Screecher Fiend, smaller creatures had quickly swarmed its corpse, drawn by bloodlust and scavenger instincts.But now?Now, the monsters of the domain lingered at a safe distance, watching but not approaching. They dared not.They could smell death, but more than that…, they could smell the executioner carrying the mandate of death.The Dreadclaw Behemoth’s killer still stood beside its corpse.And none dared to challenge him for it.For the first time since arriving in the Monster Domain, Clinton truly built a name for
Chapter 50: The Monster Domain [9]
Clinton stood among the rubble, his entire body cracked, shattered, barely holding together.But he was alive.The Behemoth?Buried. Maybe dead. Maybe not. But one thing was certain…It had lost.And Clinton?He had just survived a battle against a terrifying apex predator.He looked around at the damage to his bastion, his supposed safe zone, now torn apart. A slow, dry chuckle escaped him.“Well… guess I need to rebuild”.But as he stared at the ruins, a new thought entered his mind.‘If I could survive that…’‘…What else am I capable of?’…Clinton rested for an hour, and then, he looked at the rubble.He had survived, yes.That alone was a feat no lesser monster could claim in the Monster Domain, but survival wasn’t enough. Not anymore.As he stood amidst the rubble of his bastion, his bones cracked and fractured, his weapons chipped from battle, he knew that this wasn’t over.The Dreadclaw Behemoth still lived.And now, it knew his scent.It knew his tactics.And most worrying of
Chapter 49: The Monster Domain [8]
It was just so easy to get used to living as a beast.In Clinton’s case, as a skeleton.With his bastion secured, Clinton moved through the Monster Domain with newfound confidence.He was no longer just a wandering skeleton, struggling to survive.Now, he had a sanctuary, a stronghold, a place to retreat and regroup if things went south. Which meant he could take bigger risks.Clinton decided to go out hunting again.For hours, he tracked his next target, weaving through the crimson wastelands and fossilized battlegrounds that marked the domain of apex predators.He wanted something stronger than the Screecher Fiend, something that could push him to his absolute limits.Afterall, to him, it was not just a battle for survival again. Clinton already adapted to this world, he was willing to integrate with the ecosystem, and this was what pushed him into the hunt for glory.This time, he was hunting for glory.He wanted to challenge another apex predator.And then, he found it.Or rather…
