[Host: Derek Carter]
Level: 10
Titles:
Exorcist Intern :
Title Description: Efficient at handling corpses, spirits and Nether Creatures. When killing Nether Beasts, your stats will be boosted by 20 percent.
Dog Serial Killer.
EXP: 3400/50000
HP: 100/100
MP: 200/200
Strength: 189
Agility: 189
Endurance: 189
Intelligence: 190
Perception: 185
Speed: 200
Luck: ???
Available Attribute Points: 20
System Credits: 245
Lottery Draw ( F-rank ) : 3 Free Draws Available
Inventory ( F-rank ):
- Short Sword – Night Fang (E Rank)
-Null Thread Vest ( E rank )
-Health Potion (D rank)X 10
-Pocket Toad Alarm.
-Derek's Bone Spear X 17Description:A creation of an improvised Genius, crafted with nothing but raw determination, a questionable sense of hygiene, and a bone that didn't ask for this. When the sword is gone, and the monsters are close, you grab the biggest bone and hope for the best. Surprisingly lethal. Also, a decent marshmallow roaster in off-hours.
System Shop: Now available, come and spend those hard-earned credits
Skills:
Appraisal: See more details than your myopic eyes can see.
Adaptive Combat ( F-rank ):
Skill Description: Your body learns through pain, failure, and repetition—especially when you don't have time to think. Each time you're struck in battle, there's a small chance your muscles, instincts, and reflexes adapt to that specific type of attack.
Flash Steps ( F+ rank ):
Skill Description: An improved version of Quickstep. Boosts your speed for a short period, allowing for faster dodging and more fluid movement in close combat.
Mana Echo (F-Rank)
Description: Allows the user to release a delayed mana pulse after using a skill. Can disrupt enemy casting or momentarily stagger nearby targets.
(D-rank - Suppressed Mode)
Description: Ignites your blood to double your strength, and can only be activated when your HP is less than half
Evaluation: [You've grown stronger; at least, you are now a slightly bigger ant in the universe's grand scheme.]
Derek sighed and dismissed the system's screen, he began to recount the past days, how many days had it been?
" 20?, 25?..." After the first 10 days, he had stopped, looking it up on his system timer.
Now, time passed in waves of death and muted fury.
The first ten days were raw survival.
He fought tooth and claw just to carve out a safe zone—a ruined pit in the rock, with a narrow entryway and good visibility. That became his camp. His home. His hell.
The Night Fang, his trusty short sword, dulled halfway through the 7th day. There was not enough steel to go around, and his system shop was filled with overpriced weapons with weird descriptions and overpowered abilities. He could only stare and fantasise.
He got inventive. Too many monsters. Not enough steel. When his sword wasn't enough, he used the monsters themselves, or rather, their bones.
It started with one desperate throw.
Derek tore a jagged femur from the ground, sharpened the tip with Night Fang, wrapped a strip of his ruined sleeve around the grip, and hurled it into a screeching centibeast's open mouth.
It worked. Too well, for that matter.
[You have slain a Nether Beast. +200 EXP.]
That night, he carved two more.
By the end of the week, he had a full rack of Bone Spears, each named by the system with the same sort of sarcasm that oddly kept him sane and also guided him to perfect his craft:"Spikey Bastard #3," "Toothpick of Doom," " The Boner," and so on.
They weren't elegant, but they were lethal.
Item: Derek's Bone Spear X17Description: A creation of an improvised genius, crafted with nothing but raw determination, a questionable sense of hygiene, and a bone that didn't ask for this.
He used Night Fang to whittle them down, sometimes for hours, just to stay occupied. The repetitive scrape-scrape-scrape kept his hands busy and his mind sane.
His yellow hair was now brownish, dishevelled and singed from the lava, blood and acid, his armour was thorn in various places and held together by the seams.
The sky in the Netherworld never changed. It was always that same vomit-orange hue, like the world had been stuck in an eternal, gory sunset. The ground stank of rot and stale magic. Derek barely noticed anymore.
Another monster screamed. Another head rolled.
His 17th bone spear of the day exploded through a beast's skull with a wet crunch, nailing it to the cave wall like an art project by a serial killer with poor taste and worse hygiene.
[You have slain a Nether Beast. +200 EXP.]
Derek didn't even flinch.
"Cool. Only about two hundred more of you till I hit the next level," he muttered, wiping black blood from his cheek.
He wasn't even sure what species that one was. Some sort of Nether Hound crossed with a toothbrush and a corpse. Didn't matter. They all screamed the same when they died.
No signs of the Netherworld Flower.Just monsters. Endless, almost respawning, reeking monsters.
The kind that almost didn't drop loot.The kind that respawned if you looked away for too long.The kind that bled acid and screamed like your childhood trauma.
He kicked the twitching centipede in its exposed, twitching ribcage, bone crunching beneath his boot with a dull crack. "You guys ever heard of rare quest items? Side objectives? A damn hint?" His voice echoed into the damp cavern, swallowed up by the fetid air thick with rot, sulfur, and the coppery tang of blood.