Authors Note: I am still developing the other chapters for a mass release but... I wanted to release this chapter to the public by suggestion of a much appreciated reader!
PandaCAZ commented, Maybe find a lizard and give mc dragon scales of wings?
Well well well! dear reader, this chapter is for you! If you all would like to suggest ideas for new chapters in the future please do comment! It serves as motivation, and I do reply and sometimes I will add the suggestions! Hope you all enjoy, I expect to be done with the rest of the chapters in a few more days.
- 1 Month Later
Within the heart of the dense foreboding forest known as "The Orc's Den," an eerie silence hung heavy in the air.
Deep within its sinister depths, Ash, a sociopathic assassin, navigated the treacherous terrain, his every step calculated and purposeful.
The air reeked of decay and despair as Ash approached the grisly aftermath of his relentless onslaught. The ground was littered with the lifeless bodies of orcs, their twisted forms a testament to Ash's ruthless efficiency.
There was no sense of triumph in his eyes, only the cold thoughts that killing was necessary for his survival.
Ash's transformation had not been one of physicality alone but also of the mind. Most emotions had been stripped away, leaving behind a void where once empathy and compassion resided.
He had become a predator, one who was honed in the art of death, his very existence dependent on the act of killing.
His genetic structure, again altered by the assimilation of orc genes, had heightened his senses to an extraordinary level. Every sound, every movement in the vicinity was detected with eerie precision. It was as if he had become one with the shadows, a ghostly presence stalking his prey.
As he stood amidst the carnage, Ash's eyes gleamed with a cold determination. He had become a weapon of death, an instrument of destruction, his sole goal to eliminate any obstacle that stood in his path.
The runes etched upon his ghastly pale skin seemed to pulse with an unholy energy, a constant reminder of the darkness that now coursed through his veins.
In the depths of his mind, a voice whispered, a sinister echo from... himself It was a reminder of his true nature, an unseen puppeteer pulling the strings of his own existence.
The voice urged him to embrace his destiny as a harbinger of death, to revel in the power he held over life itself. He had split personalities, and it was unknown as to what nature this other personality held.
Ash ventured deeper into The Orc's Den, his steps soundless, his presence concealed within the cloak of shadows. He sought a greater challenge, a target worthy of his skills, for he knew that only through the act of killing could he satiate the hunger that gnawed at his very soul.
His path led him to a hidden chamber, the lair of a colony of Orcs. The chamber was shrouded in darkness, its walls adorned with the remnants of past victims, a macabre tapestry of suffering.
Unfazed by the grotesque display, Ash knew that this was his moment, the opportunity to gain more experience in this new world.
Learning the unique biology of the inhabitants of his new world, he was seemingly "excited."
It was merely a game for Ash, he had treated these Orcs as if they were simply dead meat already.
Drawing upon his Nen, Ash conjured forth his lethal arsenal. The aura that surrounded him transformed into sinuous tendrils, black as the abyss itself. Each tendril was an extension of his malevolence, a deadly manifestation of his twisted psyche.
With uncanny precision, the Nen tendrils lashed out, piercing the darkness with silent ferocity. They coiled around their unsuspecting victims, constricting with a bone-chilling grip.
The tendrils were infused with a venomous aura, draining the blood from their prey, siphoning away their vitality until all that remained was a lifeless husk.
[Blood Genetic Absorption]
[Automatic Absorption: Active]
Without having to confirm whether he would like to absorb, he had added new features to his already existing Hatsu. He had made it so he could automatically absorb the genes of slain creatures/organisms.
Ash moved with eerie grace, a wraith in the night, his movements fluid and unhindered. His killings were swift and efficient, devoid of mercy or remorse. He embraced the role of the executioner, the bringer of swift and inevitable death.
*DING*
[+81 EXP]
Countless notifications were ringing in his mind, the slaughter of these Orcs was bringing him an abundance of EXP. He had received this same notification over 80 times, he had already stopped counting.
As the lifeless bodies piled up, Ash's expression remained unchanged. His face was a mask of indifference, a testament to the detachment that had consumed him.
Triumph held no meaning for him; it was merely a byproduct of his deadly skills, an affirmation of his proficiency in the art of assassination.
The chamber fell silent once more, the only sound the soft drip of blood from Ash's Nen-infused tendrils. He stood amidst the sea of corpses, his aura radiating an aura of malevolence that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the room.
In the depths of his soul, Ash knew that his journey as an assassin had only just begun. There were more mountains to climb, more lives to extinguish. He would continue his relentless pursuit of survival, driven by an insatiable hunger that could only be satisfied by the act of killing.
Leaving the gruesome chamber of the Orc's Den behind, Ash emerged into the moonlit night, his senses on high alert. The air was heavy with an ominous presence, foreshadowing the impending danger that awaited him.
As he took his first steps toward freedom, a sudden wave of paralysis gripped his body, rendering him momentarily immobile.
A primal instinct surged through Ash's veins, urging him to move. Just in the nick of time, he managed to shake off the paralysis, narrowly avoiding the razor-sharp claws of a colossal creature.
This creature... was a grotesque fusion of dragon and orc, a fearsome abomination known as an Orc-Dragon. Its towering form loomed over Ash, its eyes burning with a fiery determination.
The battle that ensued was nothing short of intense, as Ash danced with death, narrowly evading the deadly onslaught of the Orc-Dragon's attacks. The ground trembled beneath their clash, each movement accompanied by a symphony of destruction.
With a deafening roar, the Orc-Dragon unleashed its abilities, harnessing the power of emission. Fiery projectiles burst forth from its maw, hurtling toward Ash with explosive force.
Swift as the wind, Ash dodged and weaved, his instincts honed to perfection. He deflected the projectiles with his own Nen strings, their clash creating a dazzling display of elemental energy.
The Orc-Dragon, relentless in its assault, utilized another devastating Nen technique. It channeled its aura into its claws, imbuing them with an electrical charge.
With lightning-fast strikes, it attempted to slice through Ash's defenses, aiming to rend him limb from limb. Each clash sent sparks flying, the crackling energy illuminating the night sky.
Despite his exceptional skill, Ash found himself pushed to the limits. The Orc-Dragon's sheer size and power were overwhelming, and the weight of its attacks threatened to crush him.
Every evasion was a hair's breadth away from disaster, as Ash's agility and reflexes were pushed to their absolute peak.
But within the heart of the battle, a sadistic grin twisted across Ash's face. The taste of danger sent shivers of exhilaration down his spine, igniting a malevolent fire in his eyes.
It was a macabre dance with death that thrilled his sociopathic nature to its very core. He relished in the chaos, knowing that his own life hung in the balance.
With a fiendish delight, Ash channeled his Nen abilities, the sinister strings of malevolence intertwining with the Orc-Dragon's fiery aura. The clash of their powers became a symphony of destruction, each strike a cruel note played upon the battlefield.
The whip of Nen strings in Ash's hand crackled with dark energy as it sliced through the air, leaving trails of maleficence in its wake.
He reveled in the pain he inflicted, savoring every agonized roar that escaped the Orc-Dragon's jaws. It was a sadistic ballet of violence and suffering, a testament to Ash's twisted nature.
As the battle raged on, Ash's sadistic glee only intensified. He danced through the onslaught, narrowly evading the Orc-Dragon's deadly claws and searing breath. The thrill of narrowly cheating death fueled his sadistic hunger, driving him to push his limits further.
In a crescendo of brutality, Ash's whip of Nen strings struck with ruthless precision. The Orc-Dragon writhed in agony, its once formidable power diminished by the unyielding onslaught.
But Ash didn't relent and instead, he reveled in the creature's torment, his sadistic desires finding fulfillment in the suffering he inflicted.
And then, as the battle reached its high, the Orc-Dragon's resistance crumbled. Its strength waned, its spirit broken. Ash's sadistic grin widened as he delivered the final blow, his Whip of Nen strings transforming into a swarm of razor-sharp tendrils.
With a sadistic flourish, they pierced the dragon's scales, each strand finding purchase within its flesh.
As the tendrils embedded themselves deep within the Orc-Dragon's body, a malevolent energy coursed through them, drawing blood with each tendril.
Ash's eyes gleamed with pleasure as the Nen-infused strands greedily drained the creature's blood. The once-proud dragon, now weakened and on the brink of collapse, convulsed in agony as its life essence was mercilessly siphoned away.
With each pulsating beat of the Orc-Dragon's heart, more crimson streams flowed into the waiting embrace of Ash's insatiable whip.
The ground beneath them became a canvas of spilled life, stained with the vivid reminder of the creature's demise. The symphony of pain and suffering orchestrated by Ash's sadistic desires reached its crescendo.
And then, in a final act of cruel domination, Ash retracted his Whip of Nen strings, severing the connection with the Orc-Dragon's body.
With a thunderous crash, the lifeless body of the Orc-Dragon collapsed to the ground, its spirit extinguished.
*DING*
[Gene: Dragon Scales (Acquired)]
Standing over the fallen beast, Ash's sadistic grin twisted into a chilling expression of gratitude. The thrill of new-found power mingled with the perverse satisfaction of fulfilling his insatiable thirst for carnage.
Bloodstained and exhilarated, he reveled in the savage beauty of his handiwork. But even as the echoes of the battle faded, Ash's hunger remained unquenched. The immense desires that drove him were not satiated by a single kill.
His true nature demanded more, and he would eagerly seek out new challenges, in his path he would be leaving behind a trail of bloodshed and darkness...