There are reasons for Merlin’s advantage in the fight.
The primary one is because he’s Merlin. The name has a weight on it – that which carries the title of the Emperor of Requiem. Unlike his former guildmates who climbed their way through the ranks with the use of money, Merlin is able to achieve this solely through the use of his skills.A large portion of which is his vast knowledge of the world of Requiem. There isn’t any other player who has reached his level of understanding of the game. Sure there are guides and other sources of information, but there are certain things that only Merlin knows. Things which he learned by understanding the game’s logic. The same thing that drew [World’s End] towards him.That’s not all. There is actually a factor of equal importance that made the entirety of this bout flow in his favor. That is, the other skill that he has. Not the one that he kept on using since the beginning. No. The other skill which you, dear spectator, have not been told of yet – [Demonic Eyes].[Skill Name: Demon’s Eye]
[Skill Type: Passive]
[Mana Cost: None]
[Cooldown: None]
[Rank: F]
[Information: Gives sight in darkness.]
That’s it. That’s the only thing that this passive can do. Yet in a fight where light is scarce, vision is everything. And that is what Merlin has. Eyes that can see everything, even in the deep darkness of that cave.
These eyes gleamed. Crimson in color and almost ruby like in luster. Eyes of a predator that stared at its prey. The four remaining kobolds that are slowly being cripple by fear. An effect unintentionally instilled by Merlin to them. Because in the head of the half-demon, he is merely enjoying himself.“Well?” He began. “Aren’t you going to attack?”
This roused the kobolds into action again. Breaking them free from their current state as they began their assault. A full frontal decision that Merlin has been waiting for. This is the easiest part of the fight. When he has established his dominance and his opponents are already in a state of panic, fear, or anxiety, it makes them even easier to read. It makes their movements clunky; slow. Their thinking is also affected – limiting them to basic options of attack.
Proving this, Merlin began to step forward. This froze the kobolds momentarily. Just a single step is enough to make his enemies pause for a split second. Merlin used this and suddenly sped himself up, dashing forward which caught the remaining kobolds by surprise.Then, as if to play with them further, Merlin casted Flicker. Going behind the group where the club of the fallen kobold sits idly on the ground, waiting for him to pick it up. He did. He grabbed on to the weapon and swung it horizontally, hitting the neck of a kobold from behind.The creature dropped to the ground and the other three turned to see what’s happening. Not fast enough as Merlin dashed to the side, taking him out of the field of vision of the monsters. Club still on hand, he smashed the head of another kobold.“Flicker.”Merlin rapidly switched to the right side. Making another vertical swing that made the third kobold fall unconscious. And with only one of these monsters remaining, all that the half-demon had to do is dash a bit forward to land a hit on this final kobold’s face.The four monsters drop to the ground. Not completely killed. Just damaged to an extent where they won’t be able to do anything else. You might think that this makes the kobolds look like easy creatures to kill. And while that is true for some part, it’s not easy to do what Merlin just did.Taking them down in just a couple of hits. This is only possible if the vitals of the monster are memorized. Every monster has a certain vital part in their body. Landing a hit on this multiplies damage. In short, it is a critical hit. If a strike is strong enough, it can even kill the intended target.Merlin did something along these lines. As low-level monsters, kobolds have multiple weak spots. Most of which are easy enough to access. Hence every strike he made is done at these exact spots. As for the remaining four, he simply stunned them.The half-demon made quick work of his four prey. Killing them one by one and doing so quickly. Making sure that it’s only the vitals that he hits. Because there’s something else that’s still left on his plate.“Help…me…” The woman whom he came there for pleaded.
The blood stains the part where she got stabbed. The weapon used to do so lies in her hand. Gripping on to it which Merlin easily read as a sign that the woman doesn’t fully trust her. He can’t blame her. He does look a bit intimidating considering what he just did. Nevertheless, Merlin decided to speak with her in a casual tone – pointing at the wound.“We need to take care of that wound quickly.” He began. “Do you have any healing potions with you?”“I-I don’t.”The woman is clearly flustered. Just from how she talks and her body language as well. But Merlin’s sudden decision to initiate a conversation reduced this. Making the woman loosen her grip on the blade – an opportunity that Merlin didn’t miss.
He used Flicker. Closing the distance between them. And in one fell swoop, stabbed her chest. There is a look of shock on the face of the woman. An expression that froze on her face as she breathed her last.The act should’ve made Merlin vomit. It should’ve roused some kind of reaction within him. But it didn’t. He owes this to the demon that has been mixed within his body. Making his heart colder than it already is.“I’m sorry.” Merlin said as he stood up. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re already dead before I got here. The wound you sustained came from a poisoned kobold blade. That’s mixed with their blood and it’s as lethal as it can get. That’s why I asked if you have a potion. If you did, then we’d at least have enough time for me to help you level up and clear the poison from your veins.”Merlin knows that he’s explaining this to a corpse. The dead can’t hear him. Yet he continued handing out the explanation nevertheless.
“You still had around a minute. After that you’d be experiencing the excruciating level of pain from the poison which’d kill you another minute later.”The reason why he knows this is because of his former guildmates. The members of Avalon. Within Requiem, whenever they disliked something that Merlin did, or if they just felt like it, they would place him in the torture chamber and inflict him with this poison.The pain will surge from the point of the poison’s entry. Then it will begin tearing through the veins. Making them protrude on Merlin’s skin. Shortly after comes a hellish experience – where he feels as if his whole body is being burnt over and over again.The worst part is that, the poison keeps the affected host awake. Falling unconscious is impossible because of another toxin within the kobold blood. Keeping the brain alert. Keeping it sharp and heightening the senses further. Bringing the level of pain to the maximum.Just remembering it makes the half-demon’s legs weaken. Despite his familiarity with pain, it’s never something that he numbed to. Nor does he think that something like this is possible.“I wouldn’t be able to reach you quick enough to stop you from getting hit. Nor will getting your attention through shouting help as well. You’d probably look at me and be an easier target for the kobold that had the poisoned knife.” Merlin added. “Rest assured, I’ll make sure that everything you own will be put to good use.”
With that, he finally made peace with the corpse. Just in time as well because the woman began turning into mana particles. Turning into a soft blue light before spreading into countless particles of mana that flew in the air and vanished. Leaving behind the things that belong to her.[Proof of Darkness Completed]
[Rewards:]
[500 experience points]
[You leveled up!]
[You leveled up!]
“Guess that’s all that I can get for this achievement.” Merlin muttered as he stretched his hands. Feeling the increase of power that came with the double level up.
[You have reached the level requirement.][A new Main Quest is unlocked]
[Processing information…]
“Can I at least have some breathing space first?” Merlin added.
He’s not that tired. But Merlin wants to sort through the loot first. There’s a lot for him to pick up after all. From those that are dropped by the kobolds, to the items that are left by the fallen adventurer. Thus, the timing of the system window is impeccable because it appeared right before Merlin decided to prioritize picking up loot. A quest that left another smirk on his lips.
[Main Quest: Kill the Alpha Wolf]
[Baphomet’s Dungeon.] That’s what Merlin saw when he accessed the incomplete map looted from the female adventurer’s items. He already had an idea that this might be the case – judging from the feel of the place and, from the recent encounter with the woman and the kobolds. “Baphomet’s Dungeon huh.” Merlin remembers the place. More precisely, he remembers the information connected to it. One of the reasons why he became the “Emperor of Requiem” is because he read all of the files of the game. The lore. The tutorials. The dialogues. Maize takes every detail into account. That’s how he’s able to attain [World’s End] as a mere [Level 15] magician. That’s how he sharply rose to power. Overtaking everyone without any delay. As for this dungeon, he knows that it’s not supposed to exist. It’s a place that’s already cleared in the main storyline. Meaning, when the VMMORPG “Requiem” began, this place is already destroyed – a thing of interest for him right now. After all, it’s because o
“Get up Merlin!” Gerald’s voice echoed through the empty training hall of Avalon. The walls are painted gray, with training dummies and other equipment being placed in a corner. It’s early. Too early for anyone else from the guild to log in to the game. Only Gerald can see the crimson that Merlin stains on the gray floor. Coming from the bloodied state of the Emperor of Requiem. A sight that pleases him who has always thirsted for power. If you hate your life so much, why don’t you just die? These are the words running through Merlin’s head as he slowly got to his feet.He can’t say this out loud. Doing so would increase the level of his beating. That’s why he has to keep his mouth shut. Not that it’s that difficult to do in his current state. His vision is already blurry and his head isn’t in the best shape as well. Considering all the blood that’s coming out of his nose and lips, it’s already impressive that this is all that he can feel. It’s even more impressive that he can sti
Gerald AlistarThe [Vanguard] of the top guild Avalon. A six-foot-two black-haired man with a chiseled chin and a well-formed body. Sea tanned skin and ocean blue eyes complement the look that he has going for him. One that fits a hunky islander. He is the top-ranking defender of the game. A man who boasts of his level of defensive capability because of it. There are various videos of him taking blows from swords and arrows without wearing any armor. Leaving nothing more than scratches on his steel-like body.This is only the base of his defensive prowess. He has armor made from the finest black ores and twin shields fashioned by the legendary dwarven blacksmith Heimdal. All of these combined allowed him to reach a point where even the full strength of a dragon’s flames will do nothing more than leave a slight char on top of his skin. Nothing more than the feeling of getting a tan under the hot summer sun.He is an image that is idolized by the entirety of the shield-user community.
[Before the current event..]… Merlin made his way to the side of the kobold camp. The place is well-defended. There are enough lookouts, and there is even a watchtower in the middle. The same spot where Gerald and the other adventurers are strapped. But this doesn’t mean that the defense is perfect.On the contrary, there is a significant flaw in this. Darkness. As mentioned before, there aren’t any torches lighting up the camp. This makes seeing difficult. Of course, kobolds living in caves can see in the dark, but not that well. They rely more on their sense of hearing and smell to track nearby enemies. And a significant reason why the kobolds keep their camp this way is to hide it. Without any vision, they are safe from a vast majority of predators. At the same time, they can set up traps for those foolish enough to get near their camp. The same is true for those who aren’t careful enough and don’t notice the base. This has no use against Merlin. The demon can hide his scent pr
It only took five more minutes for the battlefield to be completely cleared. Merlin led the charge, taking out more than half of the kobolds that remained. All because he focuses on attacking the monsters at their critical spots. Making it that much easier for him to take their lives.The camp is now left with nothing but the corpses of the kobolds. Dismembered arms and legs, intestines, gouged eyes – these are only some of the byproducts of the fight. Although repulsive, these things will disappear in a couple of minutes. Disintegrating into mana particles just as how any dead monster does within the game.Gerald paid little heed to this. His eyes are fixated on one thing and one thing only, the man who saved them. A creature capable of singlehandedly dealing with a kobold camp. Instead of admiration, there is an itch that grew from this idea. That there is someone capable of this. More so, that this same person ordered him as soon as they met. Telling him what to do as if he’s noth
“Don’t break the formation!”Gerald shouted as [Shadow Hounds] dashed left and right. Beasts as tall as regular K9 dogs, but packed with more raw power than a wolf. These are quick as well – barely visible through the light provided by the torches that Gerald’s group created.[Creature Name: None][Type: Hound][Specification: Shadow Hound][Level: 8][Information: Monsters that pride themselves in their speed within closed spaces. Due to their pitch black fur, these monsters become deadlier in the dark or in poorly lit areas. Having a natural camouflage that they use to their advantage.]A shadow hound moved quicker than the rest. It found the opportunity that it wanted and poised to strike. Only to be stopped by a dagger finding its way under the creature; slicing through the belly as blood sprayed and the fallen body of the hound tumbled a couple of times before reaching a spot where the light of the torches doesn’t reach.“Good work Zack!” Gerald remarked. “Everyone, follow our le
“That’s it guys! Just a bit more push and we’ll win!” Gerald encouraged them.It’s not like he’s lying as well. They really are winning. There are a total of fifteen hounds on their side when they began this fight. Three of which got burned right away. Another one got injured with arrows and, another one got slashed by Gerald himself.This left them with only ten more hounds to deal with. This made this fight easier, especially because the monsters do not have their beloved darkness that they can use to conceal themselves. But since Gerald wanted to show off to Merlin, he did a couple of things that made the fight difficult.Gerald’s presence in the frontlines actually makes it difficult for the fireballs and the arrows to be released. This is because there is the possibility of him being hit. It would be a bad thing if they hit him because, this could lead to worse circumstance. Where their leader gets bitten by the hounds and surrounded. At that point there will be nothing that they
The day passed without much incident. The group decided to make a camp in a covered area nearby, with large rocks covering both the left and the right side. It’s not a complete block. Otherwise, there would be no path. It’s just enough to hide the group while giving them a line of defense in case monsters attack.The one who chose this spot is Merlin. He told his allies they needed at least a couple hours of rest before continuing their journey. A reasonable enough suggestion that Gerald took it. This former vanguard of Avalon has nothing against the idea because even he is tired from all the walking that they’ve done.That’s the only thing they did. Walk. There isn’t a single monster camp that they came across, and this is because of the map they gained as loot from the hounds. One which showed them where more monsters would be located. Merlin has his own copy of such a map, acquired in the same manner as his allies.“That was exhausting.” Gerald said as he slumped to the ground. “Le