303: D107.
Scar Track 303: D107.
Scar Track The night had sohow lightened, with a faint glow illuminating the earth, not the dawn’s first light but the final glow before sunset.
The afterglow of the sunset lay over the earth of Forbidden lting Peak, casting a fleeting calm over the ravaged battlefield.
The Hero carefully cradled the long blade left behind by the Undead Warrior in her hands, standing up to head toward the direction of the Cruising bishop and others.
However, the soul of the Ancient Hero remained standing in place, its ethereal figure containing the last trace of attachnt, gazing at the sunset over the horizon.
The Hero said no goodbye, nor any unnecessary words.
She knew that the heroic spirit who once fought in unity and stood side by side with her did not need a sorrowful farewell.
She had bid farewell to countless fallen comrades, so not even having their remains seen.
Now, this belated victory and the brief peace afterward, were the best consolation for the deceased.
As the Heroic Spirit Transformation and Beast Spirit Transformation ended, the Magic Power within the Hero receded like a tide.
The overwhelming Strength she had felt vanished without a trace, leaving her with an illusion of heavy shackles and a leaden weight with every step painfully difficult.
Yet the Hero knew this power never truly belonged to her.
She closed her eyes, striving to overco this false sensation, and readjusted to her own body and strength.
Then, a warm power gradually filled the Hero’s body.
She closed her eyes, quietly savoring this familiar feeling.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to her.
As a Hero, whenever she defeated magic creatures, a portion of the pure Magic Power from the fallen would be absorbed by her.
It was a symbol of victory and her continuous source of strength.
But when the last sar of midnight blue vanished from the sky and the blood-red setting sun bathed the Hero, suddenly a raspy phoenix’s cry echoed in her ears.
In the depths of the darkness behind her closed eyelids, blood-red phoenix eyes abruptly opened.
Their gaze seed to pierce through life and death, filled with enough vengeance to ignite everything, fixed squarely upon her.
The Hero’s heart abruptly tightened, as if seized by so dreadful power, suddenly stricken with imnse shock.
Her eyes snapped open, even her strands of hair quivered slightly with the force of the motion.
Before she could react, the black-red light swallowed her vision like a flood.
[Curse Form (So curses are hidden, not perceivable when resistance fails)]
1.
Attribute Corruption
2.
Magic Rune Engraving♛
3.
Uncontrolled Degradation
4.
Skill Distortion
5.
Spiritual Pollution
6.
Fire Seed Parasite
7.
Demon Bait
8.
Mind Flip
9.
Existential Negation
10.
Critical Success/Extre Failure
D10=d10(2)=2
[Curse (Maximum LV95, World’s Enemy D8)]
8d95=(86) (51) (2) (85) (41) (51) (28) (20)=364
[Hero’s Resistance (Ancient Hero D90, Dawn Break D1, Ghost Warrior D1, Innocent D95)]
3d90 d95=(6) (47) (26) d95(5)=84
The Ancient Hero almost simultaneously turned back, and the already ethereal figure suddenly beca clear.
Her long pink-purple hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and a radiant longsword appeared in her hand without anyone knowing.
Without hesitation, she swung her sword, slicing apart the twilight light surging from the horizon.
The world around dimd abruptly, even the light couldn’t continue under her slashing, yet there was no hint of relief on the young girl’s face; instead, her expression drastically changed.
The modern Hero could absorb the power of magic creatures—
She noticed sothing and shouted anxiously toward the Hero:
“Damn it!
It’s internal—stop the absorption!”
Almost simultaneously, the Sergeant, who was in pristine condition, just clothed himself in military uniform, also keenly noticed the ominous black-red light on the Hero and instantly understood the situation.
It was a curse!
Being a Ghost Warrior, he was not only invincible in close combat but also had reached a legendary level of proficiency in Yin Yang Technique.
Almost in the instance he realized the crisis, his hands started forming seals at such speed that they left afterimages, his chanting was so quick that it was almost inaudible.
Even the Cruising bishop hadn’t had ti to react.
But even for a legendary level spellcaster, casting a spell to suppress a Legendary Monster’s death curse still required considerable ti.
And ti was precisely what they lacked the most right now.
Finally realizing it, the Hero at the center of the curse instinctively lit up faint light reminiscent of dawn, barely holding out against the encroaching black-red power.
However, as the curse-like power gradually penetrated into her body, a trace of confusion erged on the Hero’s expression.
“…How do I stop this?”
She hadn’t considered this when killing goblins.
The next mont, the black-red light condensed at—
1.
Lower abdon (from thigh to lower abdon)
2.
Limbs
3.
Back♛
4.
Waist and back
5.
Below the navel
6.
Collarbone
7.
Neck
8.
Ribs
9.
Upper abdon
10.
Critical Success/Extre Failure
D10=d10(3)=3
[Effect of the Magic Rune: 364-84-30 (Extre Failure)=250, resulting in two effects.]
1.
Absorption (Your experience will be absorbed by the Magic Rune, as well as others’ desires)
2.
Weakness (Your attributes are weakened, making you easily persecuted)
3.
Desecration (The more holy you are, the more distorted thoughts people around you develop)
4.
Honey Addiction (Evil will go mad for you, and your presence becos conspicuous)♛
5.
Glaze (Your armor is weakened, causing imprisonnt and abuse desires to rise in others)
6.
Reverse (There’s a chance of reverse form during Beast Spirit Embodint)
7.
Pain (Light and holy causes you pain, while massacre and indulgence bring pleasure)
8.
Hollow (Sotis your rationality resets to zero)♛
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