My eyes settled on a familiar option.
[Basic Active Skill: Fla Spark – 1200 coins]
The description was simple but clear. It allowed the user to create small bursts of fire.
Under normal circumstances, it would barely qualify as a real attack. It was the kind of skill beginners picked up before quickly replacing it with sothing better.
But this wasn’t a normal battlefield.
This was a sealed, organic chamber filled with digestive fluids and unstable gases. A confined space where even a weak spark could trigger an extrely large explosion.
I purchased it without hesitation.
The mont the transaction completed, a faint warmth spread through my body. Knowledge of how to use the skill followed imdiately, settling into my mind as if it had always been there.
I could feel it clearly now, a small ignition point resting at the edge of my finger.
I exhaled slowly. That purchase left with 1400 coins. The amount left was not enough for anything impressive. But it didn’t matter.
I continued scanning, this ti looking for sothing most people would overlook. Sothing that didn’t seem useful on its own.
That was when I found it.
[Compressed Air Burst – 500 coins]
It allowed the user to release a short-range burst of pressurized air, sothing with minimal direct combat application.
I stared at it for a mont before letting out a quiet breath.
Minimal direct combat application. That was exactly what made it valuable.
I bought it.
As the skill integrated, I imdiately understood its limitations. It wasn’t powerful. It wouldn’t knock enemies away or break through defenses. At best, it could shift things slightly out of place.
But in here, that was enough.
I focused on my surroundings. The creature’s stomach contracted rhythmically, its inner walls pulsing as they worked to break down. Between those movents, I could feel pockets of gas forming and shifting.
They were unstable, compressed, and constantly moving. All I needed to do was control them.
That left with 900 coins.
I needed one final piece, not for killing, but for surviving what ca after. I returned briefly to the recovery section and selected the cheapest option that still had value.
[Minor Healing Potion – 500 coins]
I purchased it without hesitation.
Now I had 400 coins left. But it didn’t matter. Everything I needed was already in place.
I took a slow breath, steadying myself as the creature’s stomach tightened again, pressing in from all sides. The environnt was hostile, suffocating, and constantly shifting.
But for the first ti since I had been swallowed... It felt manageable.
I took a slow breath and forced myself to calm down, even as the burning sensation continued to eat at my skin.
At first, everything inside the snake had felt chaotic and impossible to understand, but the more I focused, the more a pattern revealed itself. The stomach did not move randomly. It worked in cycles.
The muscles would tighten and squeeze everything inward, then loosen for a brief mont before repeating the process again. That small gap between contractions was the only window I had to act.
At the sa ti, I paid attention to the air around . Even through the pain, I could sense that it was not uniform. So areas felt heavier and thicker, almost like the air itself had weight.
Those were gas pockets ford during digestion, unstable and compressed within the creature’s body.
They were not visible, but they were there. And more importantly, they could burn.
That single fact was enough to turn this situation around.
I steadied myself by pressing one hand against the inner wall. It was slick and constantly shifting, but it gave just enough balance to stay in place. Rushing would only ruin everything, so I waited and observed the rhythm again.
The stomach contracted, squeezing everything tightly. The pressure increased, the acid surged, and for a mont it beca harder to breathe. Then, just as quickly, it loosened.
That was my cue.
I activated Compressed Air Burst.
A short burst of air spread outward from , not strong enough to cause damage, but enough to disturb the space around . I used it again, adjusting the direction slightly, then once more, carefully guiding the movent of the gas instead of attacking blindly.
I was not trying to fight. I was rearranging the environnt.
Another contraction ca, stronger this ti, forcing to brace myself as the walls tightened around . I endured it, waiting patiently instead of acting too early.
Then the pressure eased again. I used the air burst one last ti.
This ti, the difference was clear. The air around felt noticeably heavier, thicker than before. The gas had gathered into one place.
That was all I needed.
Without wasting another second, I activated Fla Spark.
A small fla flickered to life at my fingertips. It was weak and unimpressive, sothing that would barely matter in a normal fight.
But this was not a normal fight.
The mont the fla touched the surrounding air, the reaction began.
The fire spread instantly through the concentrated gas, moving far faster than my eyes could follow. In a closed space like this, there was nowhere for the heat or pressure to escape, and the ignition turned into an explosion almost imdiately.
The blast erupted in every direction at once, slamming into the inner walls of the creature and tearing through the fragile balance inside its body.
The snake reacted violently.
Its entire body convulsed, the controlled rhythm from before collapsing into chaotic spasms. The stomach tightened far more than it had before, as if it was trying to crush whatever was happening inside it, but the movent was no longer stable or coordinated.
That alone told everything I needed to know.
It was working.
I was thrown off balance as the creature thrashed, my body slamming against the inner wall. Pain flared through , sharper than before, and even with the resistance, the heat and shock left fresh damage behind.
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