Although we were nearly fifteen feet apart from each other, we were in the middle of a violent fight to the death. Between the two of us, I looked the worse for wear. Having only just seized the miasma, she wasn’t even stressed at all. Feeling my resistance, she suddenly sharpened her miasma to a point. It felt like a blade. It was every bit as dangerous as the knife she had been wielding.
The miasmic blade hovered just above my soul, threatening to pierce through it. anwhile, I held back the blade with my miasmic control, but how could my control compare to a woman who had lived countless lifetis. Not only did she birth a demon, but she had maxed out the job of Dark Priest and beco a Dungeon Master. Just how had she managed all of that? It wasn’t that surprising considering how long she had lived.
To maintain her youth, she had used her Dark Arts and sacrificed virgin won! That’s why she had a harem of won. It wasn’t a matter of her being a hardcore lesbian, it was a matter of her having a source of fresh female vitality. In the sa way, she needed to be a woman to possess , she also needed young won to maintain her youth and beauty. At least, that was what my intuition told based on my limited levels in Dark Priest.
Without realizing it, I had progressed to a stage where I could glean this kind of intuition out of my jobs. This was normal for most people. Since they couldn’t see their progress without the aid of certain select skills, few people knew what they unlocked. They might occasionally look at levels to see their progress, but they would usually focus inwardly, using the intuition gained as their job leveled and they increased their experience.
How else would they have ever discovered the skills they had, let alone how to use them and what they are called, without depending on that information? They called it obtaining enlightennt, but because I had the Support Class and always looked up what skills I had, it took a while to find this intuition. Perhaps it was the damage to my soul, and the change to my personality, that allowed to finally start to feel these subtle changes.
As I focused more on inwardly using my intuition to understand my control of miasma, my control of it grew as well. This process might have taken weeks or months of reflection for soone normal. This could be accelerated with the Advanced Learning dungeon skills, but I had just unequipped those so that I could access as many miasma related jobs as possible. However, my understanding still grew rapidly. Calypso’s eyes widened as what was forrly a struggle turned into us being about at the sa level.
The reason I advanced so quickly was extrely simple. I had a blessing that gave miasma affinity! No matter how knowledgeable she was, I had an innate control of miasma that couldn’t be ignored. Instinctively, I began to learn more and more about this miasma. Finally, I reached a point where I thought of sothing crazy. I started to push back against Calypso’s miasmic blade, causing it to pull away from my body.
Now, she was starting to sweat, and open disbelief appeared on her face. Of anyone she knew, no one had such a powerful miasmic ability.
“I wanted to possess you because you had miasmic control like . Your body is… suited for . In fact, with ti, I believed your body would gain better miasmic control than I ever did. Yet, you were just a seed. You should only be this powerful after I trained your body to my level… how, how are you doing this?” She said through gritted teeth.
“Like I’m going to tell you…”
“Fine…” She grimaced. “I’ll just cut your secrets out of you!”
She used all of her strength. The miasmic knife fell from my grip and slamd into my soul.
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