[Accomplishment! Level 90 reached!
• Reward:
- Tale of the Dragon King, Antares.]
[Access] | [Later]
Minho stared at the message displayed on the system. He hadn't expected to get it this soon, but since the orcs seemed to be be S-rank or higher then they obviously would have been giving him a higher EXP reward.
Three of the orcs made their way to Minho, narrowly escaping from the disciples. Minho seemed to be their main target right from start.
Bihami rolled over to the path of the orcs. Without noticing the small slime, the leading orc stepped on it. Everything was normal for a bit until the slime started to envelop its leg, up to its torso.
Before the orc could struggle, it was completely covered and in a few seconds, its body started peeling off at an incredible speed as if it were a piece of wood being eaten by super fast termites.
Seconds later, the orc was completely feasted on by the slime. The other orcs stood and looked at each other, wondering what just happened. But that wasn't all.
Bihami let out a loud burp.
Vasha suddenly turned. "Did that idiot just eat something?" Then she noticed the orcs and Bihami who was growing in size in front of them. "I guess that's handled."
The orcs watched as the slimes size increased to their height and then took the shape of the orc it killed, its body eventually darkening and in no time, the place Bihami once stood was a replica of the feasted orc with glowing blue eyes. Without warning, it charged ahead and was now fighting at a comparable level against the orcs.
Using its slime ability, it easily maneuvered and killed one of the orcs. The second one came with a slash from the back but Bihami collapsed into a puddle of liquid and moved behind it, the upper half of its orc body forming as it slashed the ankles of the intruding orc with a fallen sword, making it fall to the ground.
With a final stab to the chest, Bihami killed the orc and stood in a dramatically triumphant way, looking over its shoulder to make sure Minho was watching. It frowned after realizing he wasn't. It returned to its slime state and spat out what had let it transform: the orc's core.
Minho's mind was totally taken away from the battlefield and all focused on the system message in front of him. 'This is it… I can get what the truth really is from this, right?'
He hesitated for a moment before selecting the [Access] option.
[WARNING: Current capacity of your Destructive Core may not be able to handle the state you are going into!]
[Continue anyway] | [Cancel]
What did the system mean by the state he was going into? It wasn't something he could read or at least just absorb the knowledge?
"Hmm," Minho hummed as he looked around. There were several dead orcs on the floor and mana crystals all across. Perfect farm of mana sources to fuel his destructive core.
During his days of being the anonymous Breaker, Minho had learnt how to absorb mana sources without needing to walk up to it and stretch out his hand. Though he had completely forgotten about his destructive core since he never really understood what it did, he had not been absorbing mana sources anymore. Another reason being the fact that the pain never reduced even after leveling up so much.
But it seemed like it wasn't completely useless after all.
Minho closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, then blew out. A red glow started to emerge from his chest, by the right where the heart wasn't.
The dungeon started to rumble as mana from the fallen orc cores started to leave their bodies, trailing towards Minho's chest. Same with the mana crystals as their glow started to dim.
The disciples turned as they saw Minho absorbing the mana. The high rank orcs started trying to run to Minho, wanting to stop the process, but it was all futile against the three members of the Dragon Court.
"Protect the King at all costs!" Eslin yelled as more orcs started to pour out, all targeting Minho. 'He must be fully becoming a Monarch now, right?'
"I have sworn to be the Liege's shield as his protection is my purpose," Rathalos said before breathing out a large beam of fire, burning the orcs to crisp. But more still flushed out of the gates.
Vasha looked at Rathalos in awe, 'What happened to him? He was never this loyal to the former King. What exactly did he see in our new Liege when they first met?' she thought.
Bihami quickly chomped the orc core before its mana got drained, transforming into an orc. It picked one of the enormous rusted swords and stood still beside Minho as the last line of defense, incase any orc managed to escape the disciples.
Minho on the other hand kept on absorbing the mana. Luckily, the high rank orcs were incredibly loaded and he could tell the difference between it and the other ones he had taken. And to his surprise, with his eyes closed, he could see the system screen. Although he had consumed a lot, the message remained the same.
[WARNING: Current capacity of your Destructive Core may not be able to handle the state you are going into!]
[Continue anyway] | [Cancel]
How much did he need exactly. As more orcs fell, their cores were immediately drained, exception being the ones Rathalos burnt completely.
Minho started to grow impatient. How much more was he to take? Had he not been in this situation with so much mana dump, what would have happened if he just accepted to continue anyway? Despite the load he had taken now, it still wasn't enough.
After about five minutes the screen finally changed.
[Current capacity of your Destructive Core may be able to handle the state you are going into!]
[Continue anyway] | [Cancel]
The 'not' was no longer there. But the 'may' still meant it wasn't completely ready for whatever state he was going into.
"Whatever,"
He selected [Continue anyway]. For some reason, he couldn't open his eyes anymore, or even move.
[Accessing Tale of the Dragon King, Antares...]
[Opening the space...]
[Adjusting mental state...]
Then suddenly, all sound warped and disappeared. There was eerie pin-drop silence that was somewhat unsettling.
[Space opened!]
[The Voice of Primordial Destruction has arrived!]
Minho could finally open his eyes.
A voice echoed in his mind. A familiar voice. One he could mistake in a hundred years to come. The same one he heard when he was about to die that day when he was stabbed and betrayed.
"Welcome, my Herald of Annihilation,"