Each stab punctured the shields and skewered the alluring geckos. The wind energy diced the bits and pieces that managed to survive the assault of cold steel. The bodies of the monsters were torn to shreds from the overwhelming force behind each strike as Hiro descended.
Whatever may have existed behind the barrier turned to merely piles of torn meat and blood that soaked the ground. Their bodies couldn't stop the powerful skill so even the ground got carved up like a wild beast clawed it.
- Alert: Dragsaurian Priestess Level 55 has been defeated 25000 exp gained! -
- Alert: Dragsaurian Priestess Level 55 has been defeated 25000 exp gained! -
- Alert: Dragsaurian Priestess Level 55 has been defeated 25000 exp gained! -
-…-
As the alerts kept repeating Hiro could only focus on his present circumstance, as he struck from above he now continued to dive toward the ground. More specifically the hole he just made with [Six Gales].
Unable to move due to skill locking, Hiro entered the hole without issue until his sword lodged itself into one of its walls. As he limb continued to grasp the weapon gravity pulled his body down and forced his wrist to bend unnaturally.
The sound of bones breaking echoed in the small space. The stupor window didn't strengthen the body as a skill did. It only prevented the muscles from moving. This was why so many got killed if like skills it strengthened the body. Stupor assassinations wouldn't be a thing.
Due to his wrist breaking the bones pierced outside his skin as he separated from the greatsword. The weapon got nudged by his broken hand and similarly fell due to its weight. Luckily its balance and trajectory caused it to fall horizontally. It didn't stab into the hole but slammed into the entrance like a lid.
'Good, I can now level up in peace, but fucking hell that hurt a lot!'
[Tactics] actually showed Hiro to jump before using his skill. In doing so the strike would rip out a hole in the ground large enough for him to hide in. The last bit showed him intentionally aiming for a specific spot.
The spot would allow him to lodge his weapon. And pull it down like a cover. The only downside was his wrist needed to break for either action to work. But hey, he now had his 180 cm 470-kilogram sword as a lid to his foxhole.
The Alerts continued ringing on about each of the priestesses dying only for Hiro to just now notice he gained 25,000 per kill instead of 7500!
'Fuck yeah! So these girls were rare monsters then! I made the right call, now I will definitely reach 30 in one go.'
Still skill-locked, Hiro remained face-first on the ground. He noticed that he technically entered a coffin of his own making. 'Shit, bad thoughts, come one, give me my level up so I can heal my hand already.'
Before the system could respond. Loud blows hammered the sword behind him. Numerous angry feet stomped the blade attempting to snap it in half. As if the thundering impacts needed more allies blobs of green fluids started seeping inside his hole like leaks on a ship.
'System! Unlock me already! Level me up too while you are at it!'
- Alert: Total experience gained 500,000. The Level up process will now begin. Stat Clutch activated. The host's body will now enter recalibration please wait a moment. -
'I don't have a moment! If they work together they can lift the sword up! Give me my level-up now!'
The pooling bile started to reach Hiro's body, and sounds of flesh and clothes sizzling entered his ears. His body still frozen prevented him from even lifting himself from the acids.
The transmigrator's skin on his leg, arms, chest, and face started to deform as the acid destroyed the tissue by melting them bit by bit. His clothes gave no protection as they too dissolved in seconds. Only his armor resisted for a while but eventually, similarly melted into pieces.
As there was nothing else that could be done, Hiro silently endured the pain of being melted down like butter on a stove. 'This... This is nothing, my girls suffered through much worse. I will never despair. Once I level up I will get my vengeance.'
A torrent of spear stabs continued to assault his sword. Unintelligent guttural noises then forced them to stop. Multiple lizard arms started to grip the [Blade of Mitsurugi] with the intent to lift it.
Just in the nick of time, the skill lock duration ended, and Hiro found himself able to move once more. Unfortunately, he still couldn't do much as he had very little area to maneuver in due to being a horizontal coffin.
Without a weapon and both his clothes and armor in tatters, the transmigrators could only shout to his only ally.
'Shit! Shit! Shit! System! Any time now! I need to get my AP NOW!'
As If to answer his pleading the message he waited for finally arrived.
- Alert: Calibration completed. The host gained 10 levels and is now at Lvl 38. The host has 24 unassigned…-
'PUT THEM ALL INTO STR! HURRY!'
At that moment the sword that served as his cover got removed and Hiro found himself in a ditch face to face by 2020 angry dragsaurians. As the transmigrator guessed the priestesses were the rarest of them. The twenty he just took out had extremely high statuses as queens and would have served as the matriarchs of the clan.
To put it in simple terms, Hiro basically butchered the few females the dragsaurians managed to raise with much hardship. The loss of intellect and impulsive rage of the monsters served as the key indicators that they were beyond furious.
The leader who had a body one size larger than everyone else only barely managed to keep himself from losing it. He then reached out to grab Hiro by the neck, his claws not only punctured the man's skin but also threatened to crush his windpipe.
At over 300 cm tall Hiro struggled in his grasp as he started to suffocate due to lack of oxygen. Yet bloodthirsty for vengeance while the man worried, he neither panicked nor feared death. His entire focus remained expectant at what would come next. All he was waiting for was the start of his counterattack.
- Alert: all 24 points assigned to STR. Updated Stat page ready -
'Status!'
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Hiroyuki Mitsurugi
HP 941/941| MP 614/614| SP 437/437 |AP 358/358
STR 97 +597 (20)| AGI 65 +598 (20)| INT 67 +592 (20)
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"Three whole seconds, time for payback you overgrown DND rejects. [OVERDRIVE]!"
