《Lone: The Wanderer [Dropped Version (includes original draft of the rewrite's first volume)]》[Rewritten] Book 1 Milindo & The Holy City: Chapter 5: Skill-slot and Apology
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Warning! The host has been damaged by a wild animal and has entered a state of severe blood loss! The host has developed the passive skill: Physical Pain Resistance. Passive Skill: Physical Pain Resistance
A skill that allows the host to resist physical pains while still being aware of their existence.
All physical pain shall be weakened by 5%.
Cost: N/A Mastery: Beginner Level 1
"Hey! Can you move?!" Lone shouted at Sophie while he tried his best to ignore the pain in his side and the flashing notifications.
The young girl remained silent and she was clearly still in a state of shock. Thankfully for Lone, one of his other skills went into action and removed one of his current worries, his injury and the agony of it.
Unique Skill: Basic Regeneration
A skill unique to the host, Lone Immortus.
Grants the host the ability to passively heal injuries at a slow rate. Healing rate can be increased in exchange for mana.
Cost: 50 MP (per second per 1% increase in healing rate) Mastery: Beginner Level 1
It didn't have the sufficient power needed to fully close his gaping wound within a few seconds, but it was good enough to stop the bleeding and numb his discomfort a bit.
Lone's flesh was wriggling and squirming about. To be frank, it looked disgusting, but he had more important things to care about right now than the appearance of his regeneration skill.
Without giving Lone another second to think, the boar raced towards him once more. Lone made a split-second decision and threw Sophie away as far as he possibly could. Surprisingly, his new Foxkin body was a lot stronger than his original one was, so Sophie landed ten or so meters away from him on the beach.
Unfortunately, by doing that, he had left himself wide open for the wild beast to attack him. "AHHHHHH!" Lone screamed as his chest was directly pierced by both of the boar's tusks.
The creature twisted its head about and tore through Lone's organs, making his mind go blank. He dropped his spear and grabbed the boar's tusks in a futile attempt to rip them out.
Congratulations! the host's passive skill [Physical Pain Resistance] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 2. Congratulations! the host's passive skill [Physical Pain Resistance] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 3. Congratulations! the host's passive skill [Physical Pain Resistance] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 4. Congratulations! the host's passive skill [Physical Pain Resistance] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 5. Congratulations! The host's unique skill [Basic Regeneration] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 2.
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Lone ignored these notifications and kept thinking. How could he get out of this? Was he going to die here? He couldn't concentrate properly.
"Ge... Get off of him!" a girly voice shouted.
Lone looked to his side only to see Sophie picking up his spear and jamming it as hard as she could into the boar's skin. The weapon pierced its flesh and the creature jerked its body around violently, scaring the girl, forcing her to let go of the spear and fall over.
'Fuck! I need to do something, now! This fucker is gonna kill both of us! What can I do?! My regen power is barely keeping me togeth- That's it! My powers!' Lone thought in revelation.
"I've chosen one of my powers! I want an ability that can kill anything that threatens me!" Lone roared to the heavens with the remainder of his strength.
Confirmed. Creating desired skill. Implementing restrictions. Skill created. Unique Skill: Mental Destruction
A skill unique to the host, Lone Immortus.
Grants the host the ability to destroy another being's mind and soul.
Does not destroy the mind of those three or more ranks higher than the host's current rank or to those who are incredibly resistant to magical or soul damage.
Can only be used once per day per rank of the host. Current rank: I. Current uses per day: 1.
Cost: N/A Mastery: N/A The host has four more skill creation opportunities left.
"Mental... Destruction..." Lone said weakly as he felt his eyes closing and his body going limp before he lost consciousness.
The waves of the ocean rolled peacefully against the sand while the bright orange glow of the setting sun illuminated the area.
Lone lifted his groggy body up and held his head. "I... I'm alive?"
"Your body fixed itself," the soft and calming voice of Sophie entered his ears.
Lone looked around and saw the corpse of the boar a few feet away from him, Sophie was sitting on the beach as she held her knees to her chest and she looked visibly upset. Lone glanced at the beast's body once more before he asked, "It died?"
"Yeah... You... You were bleeding so much... Are you immortal? It's not normal to survive wounds like that," Sophie asked with a certain sadness in her voice.
Lone stood up and began closely examining his body. When he was satisfied, he approached the boar. "No. It's one of the powers I got from that 'God', or whoever the fuck the people are that brought us here."
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"I see," Sophie replied stoically.
A silence reigned between the two. Lone was carefully checking the corpse of the boar to see if it was usable somehow, and Sophie continued to hold her knees tightly.
"I'm sorry..." Sophie suddenly whispered just loud enough for Lone to hear her.
Lone gazed at the small girl and asked, "What for?"
"I... I'm sorry I froze like that. I could have gotten us both killed... I should... I should have teleported the boar into the ocean or up in the sky... I... I was so scared..." Tears slowly rolled down the girl's eyes.
Lone sighed and walked back to her side. He sat next to her and gently placed a hand on her back. "It's okay. You think I wasn't scared as well?"
"But... But I was useless... I could... I shoul-"
Lone interrupted her mumblings with a soothing and powerful voice. "We're both alive and the boar is dead. What else matters? I'm just glad you weren't hurt. You can't heal like I can, right?"
"... Yeah..." Sophie replied with a slight sniffle.
Lone got back up onto his feet and he rubbed Sophie's head lightly. "Then it's fine. Just try better next time, okay? You're a badass who killed God, aren't you?" Lone said with a charming grin.
Sophie wiped away her tears and smiled. "Thanks, Lone. I'll do my best," she claimed with a firm resolve. She then mumbled a few words that only she could hear, "Though... I only managed to kill him because he ran out of power trying to kill me back when I was still immortal... so it's not really fair to call me a 'badass'..."
After a few moments had passed, Lone asked, "Wanna help me with this boar?"
"Huh?" Sophie looked confused.
Lone knelt down next to the beast's carcass and ripped the spear out of its flank before he stated, "We might be able to use its hide to make some blankets or warmer clothes and the meat needs to be preserved before it gets spoilt. I'm not an expert on this stuff though since I rarely researched this shit on the web."
"You swear a lot..." Sophie replied. 'What's 'the web'?' she silently thought to herself.
"I'm Scottish, it's in my blood," Lone shrugged.
The small girl got up and walked around the boar. "I was taught about this stuff when I was still a mortal. I can help... I think."
"You think?" Lone looked at the beautiful girl with a strange expression on his face.
Sophie blushed lightly. "It was almost a thousand years ago. I haven't needed to hunt since I was nine."
"Was that when you became ageless?" Lone inquired.
A pained look entered Sophie's eyes. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Sorry," Lone said apologetically.
"Mmm," Sophie mumbled.
She then refocused her attention on the dead creature in front of them and her eyes caught sight of something strange. "Lone, is that a dart?"
"What?" Lone looked at the part of the boar which Sophie was pointing at and his eyes narrowed. "I was wondering why this fucker was so pissed off. Do you think it was drugged?" Lone questioned as he carefully took the small piece of wood out from the boar's hide.
"I dunno." Sophie had no knowledge on such things.
Lone placed the small projectile right in front of his eye and he focused his gaze intently. "There's a tiny hole in this. Looks like a mini needle or something. I guess it was filled with a substance. Now, the question is, who shot the boar and pointed it towards us?"
"Do... do you think we're not alone on this island?" Sophie asked with a tremble in her voice.
"I'm not sure," Lone replied. A determined gaze filled his eyes and he said, "But if we aren't, and if the other people here aren't friendly - which they probably won't be - then we're in trouble."
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