While Others Cultivate, I Use My Unique RPG Leveling System to Cultivate Smut Romance With Their Girlfriends! Chapter 478
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"Unlocked the title, Strength of a titan!"
"Unlocked the title, Resistance of a titan!"
Only when hearing those two announcements by the system, did I realise that even after all this time, I never bothered to check the effects of the titles I received the last time, yet with how the tool to unlock its explanation now costing way more than I was willing to pay for it, I had no way to get any information what did obtaining this title affect in my body or strength itself.
Ignoring the aspect of the uncheckable titles, rather than wasting my time on looking what was the effects of the last titles I obtained and never cared to investigate them as with my growth, no matter what their bonuses were, it wouldn't affect my real power in any meaningful way, and doing so would waste the precious time that I could spend for looking for the ultimate mean of taking over the entire heavenly city with all of its extensive knowledge hidden within their library!
With my new improved body, I took a moment to familiarise myself with how it felt to operate it, before taking the decisive step forward and crossing the boundary between the area that once posed a threat to me, to one that right now felt like nothing but a fun, hunting challenge.
Yet as soon as I appeared on the other side of the barrier, instead of a lush forest with quite a bit of frost, I entered the same arctic environment, that once signalled the toughest battle I have in this life so far.
But rather than feeling fear of the possible tough opponent that would await me in the further part of the location, I felt a burst of joy spawning in my heart, instantly speeding up my movement. While I didn���t improve my agility at all, just the increased strength in my legs allowed me to cover swaths of the lands with nothing but a simple jump that would otherwise require me to blast myself into the air with a shockwave!
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And just like that, in no more than five jumps, I crashlanded into the familiar softness beyond the imagination!
"PENGU!"
As soon as I made sure that it wasn't just the same type of beast as my old friend, I shouted from the bottom of my lungs, not caring about the situation I put myself into at all. Only when I realised that there was no reaction from this once again, big ball of fluffiness, I bothered myself to look around the place.
With how limited my view was, I was unable to clearly see what kind of trouble Pengu was facing right now, but with just a single sweep of my energy vision, I spot a huge mass of condensed energy in a standoff with the familiar freezing aura of my penguin friend.
Hesitatingly detaching myself from this soft heaven of Pengu's back, I moved to the side, finally capable of properly assessing the situation. Seeing how my old friend was in the middle of the staring contest with what looked like a secondary boss of the undead zombie riders that once forced me to withdraw from the forest, at first I thought that they were in some kind of intimidation duel, but seeing how once joyful and curious eyes of my animal friend had now this strange, absent look, I couldn't help but notice that something was wrong.
While I didn't like stealing the prey from the others, sensing that Pengu might be in some sort of danger, I didn't dare to linger in place any longer!
Pulling out my Snakebite just to be sure, I lowered the centre of my mass, before launching myself forward, towards this ugly enemy of my friend!
With how the two of them were both motionless, as their pupils were locked in the contest of stares, only when my body reached the fistfight distance to the undead monster riding on top of what looked like a zombie of some kind of orc, did this abomination react, raising its hands, still holding the reins, to protect itself from the slam of my staff.
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But little did it know, that my attack, despite my improved strenght, wasn't physicial at all!
Instead of using my newfound power, I simply coated the tip of my spear with entropy, instantly turning it into a sharp icicle, that penetrated through the raised guard of the monster and plunged itself right into where its body most likely once was, only to suddenly lose its form and sink inside the undead form.
In a single instant, the bones held together by the powerful condensation of magic started falling apart, as if this abomination lost the power to hold its body together, but just a single look at its energetical state betrayed that rather than being devoured by my entropy just like any other opponent I met so far, it was using insane amounts of its internal energy to fight off the entropy!
Just this was enough to put me on edge, instantly changing my state of mind from relaxed to a wary one, yet due to the reckless nature of my attack, I was unable to react fast enough when an outburst of energy was sent my way by this monster!
All the shields that I worked so hard to create shattered in an instant, opening up the way for the remaining energy of the attack to sink directly in my body, stopping me from initiating any magical attack!
For the very first time in my life, a monster was capable to render my magic useless!
But just when I was about to shift to the physical attack in order to retaliate with my newfound strength, a sudden burst of freezing cold went past me, instantly turning the already thick magical fog that held the remaining part of the undead body into nothing else than a funny shaped icicle!
"Pengu!"
Turning around, I saw a content grim appearing on the beak of my friend, when it moved its pupils to my body, instantly changing the look of happiness to one of a surprise!
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