《Double Rewards for Half the Cost》1% was insufficient
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Adrenaline flooded my system, and it felt like time slowed down. Danger sense told me he was aiming for my right arm, and even the armor I had on wouldn't stop it. I made a split second decision to sacrifice one my souls to take the attack.
The sword bounced off my arm, throwing off his balance. I took this opportunity to push my attack.
Tryst, when I click my tongue, teleport us into his shadow!
As you wish master.
I activated Overhaul, Drain Life, and my newest skill:
Pummel
Attack speed +50% for the next 100 attacks.
Cost: 200 HP
With this, my stats got a major boost. My STR and DEX were at 3000 already, with Overhaul active, it rose to 12000. Added onto the bonus for the gauntlets, my STR was at 16800 and my DEX 14400.
The vampire was still moving fast, but my stats had risen to the point where it felt like a normal sprint. He looked to be gathering mana around his sword, and Danger Sense told me he was aiming for my left leg.
I jumped over him, gathering a mana cushion behind him for me to springboard off of. As I vaulted over him, I could see genuine shock in his eyes. Landing on the mana cushion, I pushed myself towards his unprotected back. Without warning, he transformed into a swarm of bats, my punch destroying one before he reformed a small distance away.
Well, he wasn't the only one who could transform. I flew into the air and transformed instantly into my alter ego. While in my human form, I unfortunately didn't have access to my breath weapon. I had the skill, but it was more a matter of biology. The dragons had an organ in their throat that turned their mana into a certain form, then released it through their mouth. In my case, it was panic breath. I let loose a roar, the mana around me becoming an odorless, transparent fog. I watched the vampire stumble and changed into human, signaling Tryst to teleport me. I emerged from his shadow and threw a punch, stopping just short of his temple. I was certain this would crush his skull if it hit, and I needed him alive if I wanted a rank.
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Utter silence filled the arena. This entire fight had taken less than 20 seconds, but I felt respect for the devil before me. If I didn't have Overhaul, my skill, or my souls, I would have been completely at his mercy. Even if I were to face him again, I don't know what the outcome would be.
"Apparently 1% was too easy. I would say your current ability is at a D rank."
The vampire before me melted into shadow. I turned around to see the voice, and an exact duplicate of the person I just fought was standing near the door. I understood the situation slightly better now.
Analyze now showed me that this person was the real Jerald. His stats hovered around twelve million, with one of his skills being...
"Clone."
As the word left my mouth, Jerald's gaze narrowed.
"That is a word I haven't heard in over a hundred years, and only from one person. Tell me, has Earth changed much since then?"
"That depends. What year was this person from?"
"The year he died was apparently 2010."
"It was almost 2020 when I died, so there's probably a different rate of time between here and there. As it stands, I died yesterday."
"If he was anything to go by, I have high hopes for you. Earth seems to have no shortage of talented people."
So Fun, Rules, and Luck had sent someone else here as well. At least reincarnaters weren't a foreign idea here, just uncommon.
"Sorry to interrupt, but is Earth an organization?"
Crap, I forgot about Sina.
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The Dark Lord Gillian - Tales of Prompted Madness (Complete)
There's an evil wizard. A dark knight. An elf with a shovel. There's a dude with a car. And there is a lot of just complete and total chaos. ... As an explanation for those mildly interested or mildly confused: this is a story that was crafted from the beloved-madness that is r/writingprompts. From one prompt, to the next prompt, to the next, with no other way to progress except taking a new prompt and using it. Far as stories go, this one was spawned by a mix of blind-clicks, and dice-rolls, more than any true selection process. Fantasy driven, it was written mostly in my spare hours between work-projects and on lunch breaks (whenever I was lucky enough to get those) by clicking on reddit writingprompts that I could find within those windows of time. Title is notable cliche, and I'm far more than just open to alternative suggestions. This story is complete and will by copied and pasted in with minimal to no clean-up. It will not be held to much in the way of quality standards. So if you have corrections, just keep that in mind... But, on the brighter-side of things, there will be an awful lot of it. Apologies ahead of time.
8 184The Chosen: Colossus of Evil
For all beings are the paths of fate carved, but for three dark elven children did the loss of their parents put their fates in clear unwanted view. Being murdered by a wizard in the body of a beastly Minotuar, this brutal unscrupulous terror was bent on ruthless backlash to all in the realm for his own dark suffering past. Through the aging course of fifteen years, being both guided and protected by their new guardian uncle did the children’s mission finally start. Forced for their own safety from all they knew they leave their home that was fashioned in a world under the world. Their clan was nothing more than a rebel shadow of their old race, driven into hiding from persecution and disloyalty of not willing to uphold the continuing evil traditions of their ancestral nature; and with struggles unseen they fight to emerge from the shadows to the surface realm, with a final goal to one day be again equal both in sociological weight and rank. Accomplishing such tasks held its risks; for the three on their endeavor discover the complications of sibling rivalry, loyalty and personal acceptance. Unexpectedly do they find trials of the body, mind and soul with allied companions along their journey, that introduce them to truth, love and self sacrifice when stories of their own past intertwined with theirs. Will such tasks lead the children to the same doom that brought them to this very dark alley; or strengthen their resolve through the sight of true purpose not only to defeat their mortal enemy, but defend their continuing wished existence within the realm.
8 213Medieval Centuries Online
Sora Tatsuya. To himself, a misunderstood loner whose wisdom is unmatched. To the world, an introverted, snarky little shit who's hard to get along with. One day, the long-awaited sequel to the Medieval saga was released, a VRMMORPG that garnered a cult following due to its innovative strives in the genre. Wanting to see it with his own eyes, Sora jumps onto the bandwagon only to realize that once you're on, you're not getting off that easily.
8 103Re: Generic Isekai - An Isekai with a loooooooooooooong title.
Bob got hit by a truck and died. He then was reincarnated into a different world, where he built his harem, battled demons and saved the world. (Sorry, still early chapters, no harems yet.)
8 135The God Complex
Alon wishes to be remembered—to stamp his existence on this cruel world, to engrave the fact that "he was here" into the very Earth. This is his sole purpose; To be important. For what greater reason is there to exist if not to be remembered? People are special. People aren’t... Your actions in this life define how those left behind remember you. Once you die, you’re reborn and live on, if only for a time; The grander the actions in this life, the longer your second one becomes. Alon knows this better than anyone, and he will live in the minds and hearts of everyone in Krestelen longer than anyone that has come before. Krestelen is a place long forgotten by those outside its walls; known by most as the Cursed City of The Dead, with the Lower Tier of the City being abandoned by the Upper Tiers after an inexplicable Fog blanketed the entire sector thirty-four years ago. This Fog adds those unfortunate enough to be caught within it into the legions of Vacant roaming the empty streets of the city: A creature that has seemingly lost all reasoning and sanity, to wander around the streets crying into the palms of their hands as they beg for help, to be freed from their condition. This is the place that Alon, and the Gang led by his mentor Casian, shall steal the very source of what gives those in power—the rightfully ruling family, the Deramore's—their ability to live in luxury as those below in the Lower Tier struggles to survive. They will forever be cast into the annals of the history of this cursed place—for better, or for worse.
8 153The only one of his kind
Nick Salvatore, adoptive son of Damon and Elena Salvatore. Nick hasn't always had it easy, when it comes to life. He goes to mystic falls high, where he is the loner. He reads supernatural books, and sometimes being bullied for it. He himself is supernatural. A hybrid to be exact. Half wolf and half phoenix. He doesn't quite know it. As Damon and Elena doesn't want him to find out. However, he knows about the supernatural things from when he was little as he is friend's with the kids at Salvatore boarding school.His biological father is known to be Malivore, that means he is the half brother to Landon.He is in love with the one and only Hope Mikaelson. Though she is dating Landon and he's with Lizzie. He tries so hard to get rid of those feelings for Hope, but what happens when he also finds out she feels the same way about him?Follow his journey when he finds out that himself is supernatural.Love, fighting, heartbreak, happiness.
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