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Now, I found myself in a small structure that resembled the underside of a tree with root walls and floor. It was quite narrow and would be very uncomfortable if I had claustrophobia. Unfortunately for the world I no longer have common fears.

They have been murdered out of .

I got up and started walking down the tunnel of roots that lead to a fog wall. Cracking my neck I emptied my mind, it had been so long since I got an opportunity to relieve so stress like this. Since it guards the way to the royal woods it must be at least decently strong.

/At least enough to last until I went off so frustration/

I relaxed my posture, my nails and fangs erging. My eyes shone a sickly purple as I stepped through the fog gate. Entering a circular arena-like opening with the ground being a very wide puddle. Unfortunately, the water soaked through my boots, making it rather annoying.

In the middle "arena" stood a white manticore-like monster with a scorpion tail, bird wings, goat horns, and the body of a lion. The mont it saw enter its domain it entered fight mode and started flying up, and if my mory has decided to be kind and serve well then he will try to spam lightning from above.

/Now that wouldn't be fun, would it?/

My eyes shone a hollow purple light and my grin turned playful and sadistic as I raised my hand. Calculations ran through my head at lightning speed thanks to my intelligence as I cast the spell using umbra as a catalyst within less than 3 seconds.

"/Greater Fall/"

Instead of the normal variety which was made to just disable flight by increasing the gravity 2x to fuck up their aerodynamics. This move was made to absolutely obliterate any flying creature, probably weaker grounded creatures too. Although it cost roughly about the sa amount of mana to cast an armageddon blade that could probably obliterate the enemy far more easily.

Suddenly, the gravity affecting the guardian got multiplied by over several dozen tis. Sending it crashing down with extre speed, breaking the sound barrier as its terminal velocity was multiplied several dozen tis. Creating an earthquake as it hit the ground like a railgun.

Barely, it was barely clinging onto its miserable life, bones peeked out of its body like a pin cushion. Yet miraculously it still managed to cling onto whatever life it had left, the fight hadn't yet faded from its eyes. Not for now anyway.

/That's all? Well color bored, it seed like the big beast forgot to invest in resistance. Maybe this will teach it to invest more into its stats in hell./

Shrugging I walked over to the beast while it glared at as best as it could /how scary/. I stood behind it as I used yet another application of umbra that I had evolved from iron skin.

'{Blackening}'

My right leg along with the armor on said leg turned pitch black as black energy appeared like spots on it, spreading until it fully covered him. Suprely enhancing my resistance stat. Using Deadman's style I stomped down on the wounded animal's neck, putting it out of its misery.

Its bone and flesh gave out underneath my boot as it released disgusting wet crunching sounds that sounded like a beautiful lody to .

[VICTORY ACHIEVED]

Disregarding the victory ssage I stepped over the corpse while sending it to my inventory. After that, I left the area and reached a... uncomfortably pleasant garden. After lighting the bonfire in the middle I rested to recover my exhausted focus and made my way through the royal woods. I t a schizophrenic(?) mushroom that decided to drop so unwarranted exposition but they weren't really important. The only reason I didn't kill it was because it wasn't annoying enough for to kill it nor strong enough to benefit in any way as I killed it.

Disregarding that strange encounter I reached the actual royal garden and well. The enemies here, if they could even be called that were more disappointing than figuring out that there really was nothing under the well.

So disfigured farr hollows, or gardeners I didn't care enough to rember them. So disgruntled foliage from darkroot garden and so brutes wielding stone axes. Only the last one could pose even the slightest of threat to , and that's without my armor.

There were only a few highlights that I could be bothered to rember. One of them was Kalaet briefly greeting and the other was when I saw a large drop. Normally I really enjoy throwing myself down those but this one felt different. The horrifying aura of lancholy and longing was looming over the hole. But that wouldn't deter normally.

It was far away but I felt it. The threatening aura of power. I couldn't gauge from this distance but I could tell that I wasn't supposed to go there just yet.

So I resud my exploration, mainly aiming for the colosseum as I rember Artorias being there, and my itch still needs so scratching. So I made my way down to the colosseum and along the way I t soone.

The bloodborne cosplayer, aka. The "Marvelous" Chester.

Dressed like he is Joker who got isekaid to Yharmam who then got isekaid again into lordran, then once more into Oolacile. Weird but sowhat cool fashion aside, I really did not like this guy's vibes. I don't rember him but I just don't like him.

"Hm...Oh, let guess...Snatched by a shadowy limb, and dragged off to the past?"

Putting a hand on my chin, I activated soul sight while looking thoughtful, little did he know I was just deciding his fate there. And, yup, his soul looked as trustworthy as soone who calls himself marvelous would. /Besides, I like his clothes./

"Vibe check."

"Wha-"

Before he could properly respond to my statent, my hand shot out and grasped his mask. Lifting him up by the head with my monstrous strength amplified by transformation and mad hollow combat. He tried to kick but his attempts were thwarted by the pitch-black armor that appeared on my person. I squeezed HARD and used one of my sub-skills I never tried to use.

{Life Drain}

I am perfectly capable of using life drain. Even better than the 4 stooges in fact as I possessed far more control over my darksoul than they did.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! Oh, please...have rcy... why are you doing this!?"

"I don't like your vibes." /And I really want your clothes./

His useless resistance got weaker and weaker as I literally sucked the humanity out of the man.

No homo.

After a bit of sucking(no homo) the entirety of his humanity was exhausted. Scattering his body to dust, to never return again. If you take soone's dark soul then they can't revive, normally it would be incredibly difficult to absorb soone's actual humanity and not the one gathered by them but I am far from normal.

My life drain is far stronger than the four skill issues after all.

After looting his clothes I switched fully to my armor before standing in front of the fog gate.

/This is going to be fun!/

No, he deserves at least so respect.

Clearing my mind I stepped through the colosseum to be greeted by a... weird fungus-headed hollow with elongated arms. Did Artorias really look like that!? Huh, I guess appearances CAN be deceiving.

*Crash!*

The mushroom man was quickly crushed by who I assu is the ACTUAL Artorias. Who was dressed in black armor with blue cloth, he stood over 3 ters tall wielding a giant greatsword that was nearly his height. And had the unmistakable aura of abyss around himself. Before my observation could continue the corpse of the hollow was flung at .

{Blackening}

Covering my hands and feet in darkness I dashed forward toward Artorias who did the sa.

*Schwing!*

He swung his sword diagonally, I reacted by ducking under his swing, but even in his corrupted and maddened state, Artorias was far more experienced than as he shifted his stance to deliver a kick.

*Bang!*

But what he had in skill I also had in instinct as I sidestepped his kick and launched a powerful straight toward his unguarded midriff using deadman style and soul release. Sending Artorias flying back as the black and white aura enveloped , making stronger and putting on a tir.

He quickly recovered and did a sorsault midair, bringing his sword down on . I stepped back, disregarding the shockwave that traveled through my body, and hit Artorias with a hook, two lightning-speed jabs, and an uppercut in less than half a second.

Even through my speed barrage of attacks he tried to retaliate by trying to kick but I jumped above the kick and delivered a spinning kick to his head, sending him back. I nimbly landed on my feet while Artorias staggered.

He tried to gather abyssal energy like I wasn't even there /the fucking gall/. As he was charging up I did a sorsault into the air and dropped a spinning guillotine kick, forcing him to defend himself, breaking the buff. His arms nearly caved from my powerful kick but he managed to resist.

We kept going at it(NO HOMO), exchanging moves one after another. I had to temporarily drop soul release a few tis to not die from the strain. Energy isn't really a problem for considering the fact that I have learned how to absorb energy from my surroundings. Although not as efficient as hundreds of humanings doing it for you, it still makes it so that you arent useless after an hour after resting at a bonfire.

But...

'This is just depressing.'

This just wasn't a fight. Artorias was just far too gone. I am strong enough to defeat Ornstein without using Armageddon Blade at this point. And this Artorias is weaker than Ornstein, but still, fighting the shadow of a forr great hero is just... demoralizing.

None of his attacks hit , they are predictable, his muscle mory is still there but a forr shadow of him can't kill . Perhaps if he were at his peak he would have killed a few dozen tis, but alas.

I dodged his attack and covered my hand in a bubble of force and struck his head, rattling his brains around. And at the sa ti, I shocked the abyss inside him using my own. Knocking him out.

'This just doesn't feel like a victory.'

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