The gruesome squelch of monstrous flesh under force echoed throughout the confined hallway, marking yet another victorious battle against a wave of demons.
"Skriiiiikkk," the creatures wheezed, issuing their final, feeble death cries as the life seeped out of them.I surveyed the bloody aftermath, an odd sense of satisfaction washing over me. "This marks the third wave," I gloated, casting a scornful look at the pathetic beasts now lying lifeless at my feet.As if in response, an unexpected message rang through my mind, a voice both alien and intimate simultaneously.[You Have Leveled Up][You Have Leveled Up]My eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. Leveling up twice in quick succession? I had expected a more substantial boost, given the formidable opponents I had just laid low.The slain demons were a group of three, and each of them held an impressive level. One was at Level 6, the remaining two at Level 5. Considering my level was at 4 when I killed them, I had been hoping for more experience points.As the realization dawned on me, I couldn't help but murmur, "The higher my level, the harder it is to level up, huh?"Shrugging off the thought, I stooped down to retrieve the cores of the fallen demons. Their bodies had already disintegrated into dust, but the cores remained, shimmering with residual power. I collected them and carefully stowed them away within the infinite expanse of my [Subspace].Just as I completed my task, a new message resonated, instantly grabbing my attention.[Congratulations][You Have Exceeded Level 5][You Are Now Able To Use Skills][Skill Slots Have Been Opened]My heart pounded with anticipation as I rapidly scanned the contents of the message that had materialized in front of me. My eyes widened in shock, then danced with excitement. "Don’t tell me…!” I gasped aloud.Skills, I had finally obtained them!From the divine vantage point of the Heavenly plane, I had observed people wielding these extraordinary abilities. However, the specific level required to unlock these skills had always eluded me.These Skills are distinct powers wielded by the Gifted, unrelated to their Gifts. Unlike Gifts, which are unchanging, Skills can be acquired and developed as an individual progresses in their journey. This early acquisition of Skills could very well be the turning point in my survival. Especially considering that my Gift lacked any form of offensive capability."Skill Slot," I muttered, and an additional golden window materialized before me. It was distinct from my Status Window and glowed with an inviting light, beckoning me to examine its contents.[Skills]- You Currently Possess 3 Skill Slots• Slot 1 – Empty• Slot 2 – Empty• Slot 3 – Empty[Skill Slots Will Be Added As Your Level Increases]I found myself grinning as I processed the information in front of me. “Three is plenty… For now…” I muttered.With each triumph over the monstrous hordes, my confidence grew. My previous nervousness had dissipated, replaced with an unwavering resolve. As long as I continue to level up, to grow stronger, I can survive in this harsh world.Suddenly, my confidence was shattered by the bloodcurdling cries of demons echoing from every corner of the hallway. From the stairs, the rooms, even the corners, the ominous sounds reverberated, growing louder and more sinister.“Shit! I wasted too much time-" I cursed myself, my heart pounding with rising panic.I considered abandoning the freezer where it stood and making a run for it, but I quickly dismissed the thought. “I need it to smash the Demons!" I murmured, my decision made.If I were to hide, the demons would eventually catch my scent and gain the upper hand. Until now, I had survived by keeping the demons off balance. They were always distracted by the sight of their slain comrades, giving me the perfect opportunity to strike. However, this time, I didn't have the luxury of time to set the stage.With dread clawing at my insides, I quickly accessed my [Subspace] and recalled the freezer, stashing it away for later use. I then hastily opened the interface of my Gift, preparing for what was about to come."Select all!" I ordered impatiently.The purple cores, glowing with a soft, almost ethereal light, poured into my hands. The cool sensation on my skin gave me a strange tingle, hinting at the untapped power contained within.Just as I had anticipated, a notification popped up in front of me.[Hell Kobold Spawn’s Demon Core Equipped][Hell Kobold Spawn’s Skill ‘Claw Attack’ Available][Save Skill In Skill Slot?][Yes] [No]I could feel the rush of adrenaline, my gaze darting between the message and the gathering horde of demons. With no time to spare, I hastily confirmed the prompt.One of the eight cores began to glow brighter, then dissipated, turning into a multitude of tiny particles. The particles swirled around me before seeping into my skin, a surge of energy coursing through me. I felt a tingle, a kind of awakening, as the essence of the skill became a part of me. The system is really useful!Before I could bask in the power of my new skill, a horde of at least a dozen demons rounded the corner, their eyes filled with unbridled rage at the sight of their dead comrades.“Fuck!” I quickly stashed the remaining cores back into my [Subspace], securing them for later use.Their animosity was almost palpable as they lunged at me.“Activate Skill: Claw Attack,” I instinctively commanded.A surge of power flowed through me, and my fingernails began to elongate rapidly, darkening, sharpening, and growing sturdier.Without a moment's hesitation, I lunged at the nearest demon, my claw-like nails piercing its skull, killing it instantly.“Whoo! Amazing,” I couldn't help but exclaim.More demons lunged at me from behind. I quickly whirled around, launching my hands at them, eviscerating them in an instant. The swift deaths of their comrades made the other demons hesitate, buying me some precious time.“Scared now, are we?” I taunted them, relishing in my newfound power.But the moment was short-lived. A system alert beeped, and a new window appeared in front of me.[ALERT!!!]I didn't even have time to read the notification before my nails retracted back to their normal size.“Shit!” I yelled, realizing what had just happened.How could I forget that every skill has a duration period!“Activate Skill: Claw Attack,” I yelled, hoping against hope.But all I got was another system message.[System Notification]- Time Left Until Next Use (09:56)Of course, there's a Skill Cooldown too!“What the fuck! I have to wait for ten whole minutes?!” I yelled in desperation.I felt a wave of terror sweep over me as I watched the demons sneer at me, their mouths salivating in anticipation. Their growls echoed everywhere, and I could tell they were ready to lunge at me and devour me whole.I had made a big mistake, and once again… I’d been cornered!“Oh shit! I’m screwed!“ Skrrrrrrriiiiiaaaakkk!”An earsplitting wail erupted, the horrific sound slicing through the air as the demons leapt forward, their bodies crouched, ready to pounce on me. It was a hideous sound, one that echoed the darkness and despair that had consumed my existence. Without a moment's hesitation, I voiced out, "[Subspace]!" The word, a command to the unknown, pierced the air like a beacon of hope in the suffocating despair.As though materializing out of the fabric of reality itself, a shimmering blue window appeared before me. I reached out, extending my hand towards it, aiming to select an item from the list that displayed itself before me. However, even as my fingers neared the translucent screen, I felt a sudden and overwhelming crunch. One of the monstrous beasts lunged at me, its gnarled fangs sinking deep into the soft flesh of my arm. The immediate pain was piercing, the beast's sharp fangs gouging out a chunk of my skin, its teeth burrowing into my flesh with ruthless force. The agony was almost
It was amidst the buzz of cosmic energy that a golden-hued interface flickered into being, its luminescent presence serving as a beacon amidst the tumultuous chaos that had so recently gripped my existence. The inscribed details on its screen revealed the stark reality of my current circumstances and the significant progress I had made since my last ordeal.Before the debacle involving a menacing swarm of demons, my experience had peaked at Level 6, and now, having ascended four levels during the fray, I felt a surge of expectation ripple through my being. The lure of greater prowess, reflected in the numbers on the golden panel, was a tantalizing promise of the potential growth that lay within my grasp.[STATUS INFORMATION]- Name: Damian Stark- Level: 10 – Exp: 10.30- Race: Human- Job: None- Age: 16 Years- Sex: Male- Height: 5” 3. – Weight: 115 pounds- Alignment: Chaotic Neutral- Karma Points: 100 – (G) Karma Points: 10[Stats]- HP: 600/600- MP: - -- Strength: 140- Agili
"Jackpot!" My heart throbbed with exhilaration as I surveyed the sight before me. The apartment I had stumbled upon, formerly inhabited by an unlucky soul, was much neater than anticipated. Everything was meticulously arranged, offering a contrasting image to the grim realities of my own living quarters.The stranger’s home was similar in size to my own, with two well-kept rooms. Still, it bore no resemblance to the house I grew up in. Life had a way of playing tricks, and this seemed like an unusually lucky draw in the lottery of this apocalyptic world.Opening the fridge, my eyes widened at the variety of foodstuffs. From a copious amount of meat and fish to eggs and veggies, it was fully stocked. I couldn't suppress the smirk that crept onto my lips, "This guy certainly knew his nutrition."A dozen bottles of milk stacked together caught my eye, and without a moment of hesitation, I seized one. Twisting off the cap, I downed the whole bottle in a few satisfying gulps. I let out a s
The control panel of my 'Gift'— a supernatural ability bestowed upon me—glowed azure as I browsed through its settings. Before me, the panel displayed the 'SubSpace Edit' menu, summarizing the core statistics of my Gift: - Current Rank: F - Current Level: 1 - Total Amount Of Slots: 10 Cost For Edit are (G) Karma Points.' My current balance? A mere 10 points.Intriguingly, despite the countless hours I'd spent at the Sacred Hall, I'd never come across an option to edit the core features of my Gift. Should I change the Rank, which would redefine its essence, or just the Level? Increasing the Level would most likely expand my SubSpace storage slots, yet keeping it in the same Rank would limit its overall potential.Considering the cost of (G) Karma Points for each edit, this was a decision of utmost gravity. My pool of Karma Points had remained stagnant at 10, even after nine hard-earned level-ups. The panel didn't specify the cost per edit, making it a risky gamble. After wrestlin
"Alright, Damian, just breathe," I quietly admonished myself. My words echoed in the deafening silence that surrounded me, bouncing off invisible walls that only I could perceive. I could feel the tension coursing through me, threatening to override my logic with fear and panic. I knew I had to counter this with tranquility. So, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let the cool air slowly fill my lungs. I held it for a moment before exhaling, feeling my tension partially dissipate with the expulsion of air.In the throes of my current predicament, it was easy to fixate on the uncertainties, the potential perils that seemed to lurk around every corner. It was easy to feel overwhelmed by the weight of things I couldn't control. But I knew that surrendering to this fear was not productive. Time was my ally, and I intended to use every second wisely to come up with a strategy to navigate the myriad challenges that loomed ahead.I forced a semblance of positivity i
"Let the games commence," I declared, as a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins.In mere seconds, propelled by my significantly enhanced agility and speed, I crossed the desolate hallway, landing at the staircase in the blink of an eye. A glance around revealed the vanished remains of the slaughtered monsters; the system had efficiently eliminated their bloodied carcasses, turning them into demon cores and assorted artifacts. As a result, even their spilled blood was being absorbed into oblivion.The staircase was devoid of any creatures. I made haste, descending to the third floor and soon found myself on the second level."This will be a true test of skill," I muttered under my breath.I found myself confronted by a teeming horde of Demons. I stepped cautiously into the wide hallway of the second floor, and instantly, dozens of creatures fixed their malignant gazes upon me, baring their sharpened fangs threateningly. An initial estimate s
The battlefield was a grisly panorama of lifeless bodies, a tribute to the fierce struggle that had just concluded. I stood triumphantly amidst the bloody carnage, a satisfied grin marking my face as the fallen demons dissipated, metamorphosing into experience points for me. As their spectral bodies vanished into the ether, they generously bequeathed their valuable cores.Although my successful onslaught facilitated a level-up six times, it was a disappointing number compared to my aspirations. It felt as if the mountain I was scaling was growing steeper with every step; every subsequent level-up becoming an increasingly challenging feat to accomplish. This was a common principle I'd encountered before in the role-playing games and novels I'd immersed myself in, but to experience it firsthand was another story.As I surveyed the battlefield, my gaze was drawn to the scattering of luminescent purple stones — the residual cores of the fallen demons. I let out a low,
Upon my entry into the house, a few subtle signs had indicated that all was not as it seemed. The disorderly state of the house suggested that its occupant was either particularly unclean or… As I inhaled deeply, the lingering human scent wafting in the stale air confirmed my suspicions. Someone had been here recently, possibly even now. Although this raised some alarm bells, I decided to keep my focus on my own objectives. After all, the person didn't project any immediate threat. But once I wrapped up my self-assessment and had a better understanding of my abilities, it seemed only natural to confront the lingering presence in the house.I pondered, “For all I know… This might not be his home.” In the chaotic world that unfolded around us, concepts such as property rights had become rather ambiguous. Nonetheless, it was a surprise to stumble upon a resident in this dilapidated shelter.After successfully rendering the intruder unconscious, I fetched a s