With manipulator skills, I might be able to transform my magicule energy and undead energy with nature itself.
Let's try gathering all the energy into a single point, then slowly dispersing it, reshaping and integrating the energies.
Libertas, what do you think?
"Answer: The host's energy seamlessly unites with the surrounding environment"
Alright.
Time to hunt.
Under the glowing moonlight, a creature moves slowly across the arid ground, its eyes alert for prey.
It closes its eyes momentarily, scanning every detail from rustling leaves to the whispering wind.
Patiently and cautiously, it waits for the perfect moment to strike, hoping to become stronger with each success.
The wind begins to howl softly, and there's a faint tremor underground.
Suddenly, it finds its target!
The Rotten Torment Wind skill activates, unleashing a fierce whirlwind that crashes into a distant mound of dry earth, producing a thunderous roar and a piercing scream from a monster.
Blood splatters into the air as the creature is slain, and energy flows through my body.
Ah, this feeling of power is intoxicating…
Becoming stronger is truly addictive.
Over a single night, the cries of despair from monsters and the deafening explosions echo in the distance.
Though thrilling, I must admit, this is mentally exhausting—using magicule continuously for hours, with energy intake and consumption out of balance.
Year after year passes…
My energy begins to face resistance, like filling a bottle until it's full and needing a bigger one.
Could this be a sign of evolution?
Let's continue hunting.
As I hunt alone, Fat Snake also diligently brings monsters, though sometimes days or weeks apart.
I appreciate him, at least he doesn't rebel or run away.
I keep killing and fighting monsters along the way.
After some time…
I'm so tired… sleepy…
"Report: Individual ??? has evolved into a higher race, Proto-Aether, becoming a Wraithling Phantom... Success."
"Report: Pain Nullification, Undead and Body Energy integration into the new body... Success."
"Report: Acquired intrinsic skills, Holy attribute resistance, Magic resistance, Mental attack resistance."
"Report: there's a skill that can be combined?… Will it be combined?… Affirmative... Skill: Energy Drain & Ethereal Form are merged into a Unique Skill: Magic Cloak"
"Integrating all acquired skills into the new body... Success"
*Open eyes*
Hmm… is it finished? It feels like forever.
Is this my new body? It feels awkward.
Libertas! What am I?
"Answer: According to the host's evolution, the host is now a new creature called a Wraithling Phantom"
"Answer: A semi-physical undead creature."
Alright, it might take some time to adapt.
*Creates a mirror from empty air*
Hmm, quite terrifying—only white, empty eyes and sharp, rotten teeth, standing at about 189 cm, taller than I was in my previous life.
The energy-blended body, dark blue and green, looks frightening.
Appearance doesn't matter, what's important is…
*Clenches fists*
*Punches randomly*
*Boom* Cracks…
Even with little energy, it's incredibly powerful.
My EP is probably around 7,000-8,000, making me a Class B monster.
But true combat strength isn't just about numbers, perhaps I can now fight evenly with a Class A- monster.
Years of killing have not been in vain, I've gained much combat experience.
Sometimes battles are tough, sometimes easy.
It's time to head to the Ocean…
Though I could've gone there years ago, I delayed because I heard the giants talking about Veldora, the Storm Dragon, being sealed.
I realize I'm still far from the story's beginning, and that disturbs my hurried plans.
I still have over 200 years before the story starts, so I'm determined to strengthen myself as much as possible.
Oh, maybe it's embarrassing, but Fat Snake died searching for the wrong prey.
I feel sad, but that's how this world works—those who are strong prey on the weak.