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Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Time for Change
Atticus wandered out of the student dorms and made his way to the nearby town. He knew a restaurant there that served amazing food, and his stomach was rumbling in protest.The air buzzed with the delicious aroma of sizzling meat and spices as Atticus weaved through the bustling streets. He spotted a small eatery, decorated with paper lanterns and wooden benches, that looked perfect for a hearty meal. Stepping inside, he was greeted by a warm, friendly atmosphere. Laughter mingled with the clatter of dishes and the rhythmic sizzle of food being cooked in the open kitchen. He spotted a few students from his Arcane faculty class enjoying a meal in a corner. One of them, a young man named Wei Chen with a mop of black hair, waved him over."Hey! Didn't expect to see you here," Wei Chen called out, barely audible over the lively chatter. Atticus himself wasn't expecting to see someone he recognized here but either way returned the greeting with a nod and a smile, scanning the room for
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Spectral demons
The walk back to the academy with Wei Chen was shrouded in a tense silence. The gruesome scene at the restaurant replayed in Atticus' mind, the chilling image of the decaying bodies a constant reminder of the brutal encounter. Wei Chen, usually brimming with nervous chatter, remained uncharacteristically subdued, his face etched with a mixture of fear and confusion. As they approached their separate dorms, a flicker of concern crossed Wei Chen's usually jovial expression. "Atticus," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "that... that figure...I have a feeling it is related to a spectral demon.."Atticus, his own thoughts a tangled mess, simply offered a grim nod.Even though he did really know anything about spectral demons, he did know a bit about demons based on the demonic energy he himself possessed.The evidence spoke for itself – the inhuman agility, the dark energy, the chilling aura – it all pointed towards something far more sinister than a mere cultivator. Especially
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Spirit gathering
Atticus sighed as he closed the ancient tome, the last vestiges of his contribution points reducing its two figures to just one. He'd burned through them faster than anticipated, his relentless pursuit of knowledge proving to be an expensive endeavor. Yet, a satisfied smile played on his lips after all this was one of his shortcomings since he came to this world and now he was eliminating that blatant weakness. He had also reached the pinnacle of the Perfected Stage in Foundation Establishment, his body and spirit primed for the next crucial step – breaking through to the Spirit Gathering Realm.Unlike the previous realms, where sheer absorption of qi sufficed for a breakthrough, the Spirit Gathering Realm demanded a deeper connection. As the name implied, cultivators sought to assimilate the essence of spirits, forming a symbiotic bond that enhanced their own power. This process required patience, empathy, and a genuine understanding of the spirit in question. Through carefully con
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System White peak
A hush fell over the gathered crowd as the supervisor, a wizened old man with eyes like polished obsidian, addressed the aspiring participants. His voice, though aged, resonated with a quiet power that demanded attention."Welcome, young cultivators," he boomed, his voice echoing across the precipice. "Today, you stand at the threshold of the Skyfall Trial, a test not only of your strength, but also of your control and adaptability."He surveyed the faces before him, a mix of eager anticipation and nervous apprehension. "This preliminary stage," he continued, "requires you to descend from the peak. However, a formidable barrier of spirit qi awaits you. Your task is to navigate this resistance and reach the ground with the utmost speed."A collective intake of breath filled the air as the supervisor raised a hand, silencing the murmurs. He then produced a series of intricately carved talismans, each glowing with a soft ethereal light. "These," he explained, gesturing towards the tali
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Descent
As the resonating boom of the drum reverberated through the air, seventy figures, a mix of seasoned veterans and eager freshmen, took the plunge. Gravity seized them, pulling them towards the seemingly bottomless chasm below. At this point all the descending cultivators unleashed several of their styles and techniques.Fen Yifan, the son of the northern barbarian with fiery red hair, gruff beard and eyes that mirrored burning embers, launched himself forward with a confident smirk. His palms crackled with lightning, the very air around him charged with an electric aura. He wasn't merely descending; he was a blazing comet, his body wreathed in vibrant flames that served as a shield against the onslaught of spirit qi, he looked like a human torch.Xu Hua on the other hand, ever the stoic beauty with her raven hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, approached the challenge with a practiced grace. Her movements were precise, economical. A faint luminescence surrounded her, a swir
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Myriad Spirit Plane
Even the seasoned seniors observing the situation couldn't help but acknowledge the impressive display Atticus had just delivered. His swift reflexes, decisive counterattack, and the potent lightning spell left them surprised. Bai Feng, on the other hand, presented a stark contrast. He knelt on the ground, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and humiliation. The once arrogant demeanor had completely vanished, replaced by a deep scowl that burned with unspoken threats. If death stares could kill, Atticus would have been a goner. But the intensity of Bai Feng's glare did little to faze him. Atticus stood tall, his expression resolute, the playful banter completely erased.The awkward silence stretched for a moment before Bai Feng, wincing slightly as the aftereffects of the electrical assault lingered, slowly pushed himself to his feet. He cast one final venomous look at Atticus, a silent promise of retribution hanging heavy in the air. Then, without another word, he turned a
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Blood lust
A cold sweat beaded on Supervisor Wang's forehead as he stared at the crumbled portal. Panic gnawed at his insides as he fumbled for his spirit transmission disc. With a trembling hand, he activated it, a holographic image flickering to life above his palm."Vice Dean Zi Lingzi," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "It's Supervisor Wang. We have a situation."The image of the silver-haired Vice Dean materialized, her usually stoic expression etched with concern. "Supervisor Wang, report," she commanded, her voice crisp and authoritative.Supervisor Wang recounted the events in a frantic rush – the portal's sudden shift in color, the students' disappearance, and the chilling silence that followed. As the gravity of his report sunk in, a heavy silence descended. The implications were dire. The Myriad Spirit Plane, designed for students at the Foundation Establishment Realm, was supposed to be a relatively safe environment. Now, it has become a potential death trap.The news of the
Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System Blood orb
The colossal voice reverberated within Atticus' mind, its words echoing in the vast chamber. "The power within you resonates with our cause," it boomed. "You, potential heir of the Devourer, have answered the call. The power that lies dormant can be awakened!"A wave of potent energy surged forth from the statue, enveloping Atticus in a blinding light. Disoriented, he stumbled, the cavern floor dissolving beneath his feet. When the light finally subsided, he found himself no longer in the temple, but in a completely different location.Darkness pressed in from all sides. Towering trees, their branches clawed with gnarled fingers towards the inky sky, formed a dense canopy overhead. An oppressive silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures. The atmosphere crackled with an ominous energy, sending shivers down Atticus' spine.A familiar chime rang out within his mind, a stark contrast to the chilling scene before him.**[Bloodlust Deactivated
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An Outing
As Atticus left the underground ring, the cheers and bloodthirsty roars of the crowd still echoed in his ears. His steps were steady, his expression calm, but beneath the surface, his body thrummed with a strange energy. The soul essence of the Bone Crusher, the life force of his defeated opponent, lingered within him, fueling his every step. The system was doing its work, absorbing the essence and converting it into raw power. His mind was flooded with the sensation of strength—a heavy, suffocating weight that both thrilled and disturbed him. The Reaper Points tally flashed in his vision, now at a staggering 50,000."All that from one fight," Atticus muttered to himself as he crossed through the dark, winding corridors. The weight of the negative emotions he had absorbed—the fear, the hatred, the malice of the crowd and the Bone Crusher—pressed down on him like a suffocating cloak. It had fueled his victory, his current profit. It was a dark, addictive power, one that came at the co
Bone crusher
The next day came by with a flash and tonight was the night his request would be answered. He spent the days leading up to this moment in a haze of fights, each victory further solidifying his dominance in the Bloodfist Arena. But it wasn’t enough. The thrill of victory, once intoxicating, had dulled. He craved more—something darker, more dangerous. He needed it...he needed to kill.That desire led him here, to the bowels of the Bloodfist Arena, where Grimlock had agreed to take him to the underground ring. The hidden arena was a myth whispered among fighters—a place where death was certain, but the rewards were even greater.As the evening began, Grimlock appeared in the training hall, his face grim and set as always. "You ready, kid?" he asked, his voice rough with experience.Atticus wiped the sweat from his brow and gave a curt nod. "Lead the way."Without another word, Grimlock motioned for Atticus to follow. They descended into the depths of the arena, passing through dimly lit
Underground ring
Atticus could barely feel the thrum of his pulse through the haze of exhaustion as he emerged from the arena. The demon’s death had bought him the Reaper Points he needed, but it had also left him with a gnawing emptiness. The shadows of the arena’s blood-soaked ground seemed to cling to him as he made his way through the labyrinthine corridors to Grimlock’s office.The arena manager’s quarters were a stark contrast to the brutal spectacle of the arena. Lined with opulent furnishings and trinkets from across the realms, the room was a testament to Grimlock’s status. It was here that Atticus found him, hunched over a desk cluttered with papers and gambling receipts.“Grimlock,” Atticus began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.Grimlock looked up, his eyes narrowing. “Atticus. You look like hell. But that's the point uhn. Gunning for more fights?”“Actually,” Atticus said, leaning against the doorframe, “I’m here to talk about something similar.”Grimlock’s interest piqued. He
System's penalty: 2
Atticus stood alone in his quarters, the heavy silence pressing in around him. His thoughts churned as the system’s cold voice echoed in his mind. 'Two choices. Both deadly.'Facing Xar'gath, a 'Nascent Soul-level demon', was as good as a death sentence. The demon lord’s power was unrivaled in this realm, and Atticus knew he wasn’t strong enough to take him on. But the alternative was just as dangerous. The **Gate of Oblivion**—a forbidden technique that could tear open space itself, allowing him to escape. Yet the system’s demand for more death, more souls, was a price Atticus wasn’t sure he could pay.His chest felt tight as the weight of the decision bore down on him. The system was relentless, pushing him to act. But what would be left of him after? His chaos meridian was already fragile, weakened by the demonic qi that coursed through him. If he used the Reaper System too much, if he harvested too many souls, he risked losing control—risked losing everythingBut he couldn’t stay
System's penalty
Days turned into weeks, each one bleeding into the next as Atticus fought battle after battle in the Blood Fist Arena. Every day, the same routine: wake, fight, survive. The dim corridors and oppressive heat had become his world, and the echoes of the roaring crowd were a constant reminder of his captivity. For Atticus, time had lost all meaning, every fight just another step in a seemingly endless cycle of violence.Each day felt heavier, his muscles aching more as the constant combat began to take its toll. But it wasn’t just his body that suffered—the stagnant energy in his cultivation gnawed at him. He was stuck, unable to break through to the next realm, and the weight of his situation began to settle in like an immovable burden.Weeks had passed since he last thought of his purpose, of the Reaper System and the mission that had brought him here. His days had become a haze of blood and battle, and his nights were haunted by restless dreams of a life he barely remembered. It was a
Kaela
Atticus returned to the arena lodge with Kraul's words still echoing in his mind. 'I will just have to find an alternative I guess'Tomorrow's fight loomed ahead, but his thoughts were consumed by the plan Kraul had laid out. Allowing Xar'gath to breach the veil and invade his world was a prospect that gnawed at him, yet he knew he had to stay focused. His mind swirled with conflicting emotions as he entered the lodge. The familiar scent of sweat, blood, and metal filled his senses, grounding him in the reality of the moment. The arena was where he had honed his skills, where he had survived against all odds. But now, it felt like a distraction from the larger conflict, a cruel reminder that his true battle lay far beyond these walls.A few fellow fighters nodded in acknowledgment as he passed, their respect for him evident. He had earned his place among them through sheer dominance in the arena, his reputation growing with each victory. But there was no camaraderie here, only a sha
The plan
As night fell over the Bloodfist Arena, Atticus felt a tension building within him. The day had been grueling, with hours spent preparing for tomorrow's fight, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that something pivotal was about to happen, something that would change the course of his journey in this cursed realm. As the shadows deepened, he heard a familiar rustling outside his quarters. Before he could react, Vex slipped into the room like a wraith. The wiry man’s sharp eyes glinted in the dim light, his usual cautious demeanor even more pronounced."It’s time," Vex whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the arena. "The meeting's happening tonight. We need to leave now."Atticus nodded, already prepared. He had been expecting this, though he hadn’t anticipated the urgency in Vex’s voice. They left the arena under the cover of darkness, navigating the winding streets of the demon city with practiced ease. The tension in the air was palpabl
Back at Bloodfist
Atticus pressed onward, the towering monolith before him radiating an ominous energy. As he approached, the pressure around him intensified, like invisible hands gripping at his very essence, trying to squeeze the life from him. He gritted his teeth, every step becoming harder as the weight on his soul grew unbearable.When he reached the base of the monolith, a deep vibration coursed through the ground, and the ancient runes etched into the stone glowed a fierce crimson. Without warning, a pulse of energy shot out from the monolith, slamming into Atticus and sending him staggering backward.His breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to remain on his feet. The pressure was no longer just physical—it was attacking his soul, probing for weaknesses, for any crack in his resolve. His vision blurred, and his knees buckled as the crushing force intensified, threatening to tear his spirit apart.But Atticus was no stranger to pain. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself upright, defying the
Xiao Mei
The air was heavy with anticipation as Atticus stepped into the heart of the forest, the shadows deepening around him as if the very trees were conspiring to trap him. The memory of the voice still echoed in his mind, a grim reminder that Haven was far from finished with him. He knew that another trial awaited, one that would test the very core of his being.As he walked, the forest seemed to close in around him, the trees twisting and gnarling into unnatural shapes. The path beneath his feet became uneven, roots curling up to trip him, forcing him to remain vigilant with every step. The melody in his mind had grown softer, a distant hum that was barely perceptible over the rustle of leaves and the occasional creak of branches.Ahead, the trees parted to reveal a narrow pathway, lined with stones that glowed faintly in the dim light. There was something deliberate about the path, as if it had been placed there for him, guiding him deeper into the heart of Haven. He hesitated for a mom
