《Re: Rock》Day 2: Operation Escape (2)
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Immorta, now finally free of the damned boulder that held him down for so long, now had a chance to have a full grasp on his surroundings. The experiment room was in complete tatters, with more rocks and earth having destroyed the other parts of it. The door too was blocked by boulders, but unlike the one he had destroyed, it was far worse.
There were literally tons of boulders stacked there, in all their earthy terror. And they were huge, some nearly twice his height! Earth and mud were mixed between them, and they had fused the boulders with themselves to create a massive wall covering the door, which was unfortunately designed to be the only way out.
He wasn't going to smack his way out again, because not only would that send him to insanity, it would probably take him years of hitting to even break a single one of those gigantic rocks. And they were fused together, making them even stronger as all the force would be spread out against his smacks.
So long story short, there's no way for Immorta to physically destroy those boulders. He looked around again, trying to see any point where he could escape the room, but he knew there was little hope. The experiment room was buried deep underground, where it was the last chamber in a huge complex he had made after decades of work.
Ding!
Quest obtained: [Get Out]
Requirements:
Get out of the [???]
Rewards:
???
'Oh great. More unhelpful blue screens. At least it aligns with my damned goals...'
Immorta sat down, and thought for a long while about this very task, before realizing that he had something else he could use.
'Wait, don't I have...'
He stood up with haste.
'Show current status screen:'
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Name: [Immorta]
Level: [1]
Experience: 0/10
Race: [Rock Golem]
Status Effects: [None] Titles: [Breather of Life], [Transmutant] Ranking: [E] Health: [30/30] Mana: [785/785] Health Regeneration: [1 per minute] Mana Regeneration: [26 per minute] Strength: [8] Vitality: [15] Agility: [2] Intellect: [133] Wisdom: [109] Dexterity: [2] Elemental Affinity: [Pure Life] Age: [2 Days] Abilities: [Bash] Possible Evolution Routes: [None] [Display Appearance]
'Aha, Magic! That's it! I have so much mana because of my ridiculous [Intellect]! I should be able to destroy those rocks with a good ol' long-range spell. My [Wisdom] stat should easily be able to control such an attack too.'
Immorta started to walk towards the back of the room like a typical human would, but he found himself instead trodding there so slowly that it took nearly eight times of what it would have taken a normal person to get there. It took one second to lift his leg up and down, and every time it landed there was a ridiculous bang that ringed out throughout the room. The shock of his weight needed even more time to disperse, which altogether created a stupidly slow speed that he nearly despised as much as the horrid 'Rock smacking'. It made perfectly good sense, however, as his [Agility] stat was a mere 2, which was so low that a rock was probably the closest thing to his speed.
When he finally got to the back of the room, Immorta pressed his back firmly against the boulder sitting there, so that any recoil would be taken by it.
The spells in [Alezerania] were divided into groups from [F] to [SSS] classes, similar to someones [Ranking], and as the classes got higher the spells got higher in Mana cost and power. An [E] Ranking magician would need to be able to cast 2 [E] Spells, while a [D] Ranking magician would need to be able to cast 2 [D] Spells and so on and so forth.
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The spell Immorta was going to cast was a [D] Class one, which was the minimum for an offensive spell. It was certainly a beginners spell, with its low damage and power in comparison to the others, but it was cheap in Mana cost and so he could use it many times over to blast away at the boulders. Immorta didn't dare to use a spell of a higher class, not because he lacked the Mana for it (if there was one thing that was going for him, it was that he had tanks of Mana) but because the body he currently had was too unfamiliar to him. It was a hunk of rock too heavy and clumsy for his liking, and his mind still had not gotten used to being so large and cumbersome. If there was going to be an accident with anything, it would be now, and so that must be prevented at all costs.
He lifted up his arms, with space in between them being purposely extended so that there was around ~1 meter of distance between them (this rock body, after all, was huge). Since he had no hands or fingers, he would have to improvise a focus point for the magic to take place, and so the area between his arms would have to do.
Immorta let the Mana in him flow through his arms, and materialised it into a large ball, around 10 centimeters in diameter. It glowed with a brilliant blue, and wisps of white Mana came fluttering out of his arms and into the spell. As it absorbed the Mana, it grew bigger and bigger until it broke 30 centimeters, then Immorta started to 'drag' the ball back with Mana. It got closer and closer to his chest until it nearly touched him. Then, he let go.
BANG!
Ability: [Mana Bolt] learned.
Type: Magical
Affinity: [None]
Unleashes a small ball of Mana onto an opponent, dealing [Magical] damage based on length of charge.
Current damage: 10 - 68
Mana cost: 7 - 58
[Boulder Wall] took 66 damage!
The magical ball had shot itself straight into the wall, landing with such force that a large hole could be seen on the side. There were black burn marks all over the area, where the Mana had scorched in the sudden explosion.
'There we go! That's much more fun then smacking it!'
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