Canna took a deep breath, already preparing himself for what was coming next. He had just finished naming the imposing male demon who had appeared before him, and though he was expecting sothing
outrageous
, he wasn't quite ready for just how
crazy
things would get. As the status screen appeared before his eyes, he could feel his heart skip a beat.
[Na:
Abaddon
]
Level
: 1948
Race
: Demon
Rank
: Pseudo Archdemon
Class
: Hellbreaker
HP
: 2,200,000 / 2,200,000
MP
: 800,000 / 800,000
Strength
: 3,500,000 / 3,500,000
Speed
: 2,800,000 / 2,800,000
Defense
: 1,500,000 / 1,500,000
Intelligence
: 400,000 / 400,000
Agility
: 2,900,000 / 2,900,000
Stamina
: 1,800,000 / 1,800,000
Vitality
: 2,300,000 / 2,300,000
Title: Warmonger of the Abyss
Title Effect
:
Battlelust Unleashed
: Grants Abaddon a
50% increase
to all stats when in the midst of battle, amplifying his strength and speed the longer he fights. For every 1000 enemies he defeats, his strength temporarily doubles for the next three minutes.
Unstoppable Onslaught
: Gains a
damage multiplier
with every consecutive strike, allowing his attacks to tear through defenses and crush opponents under an overwhelming barrage of blows.
Title: The Indomitable Will
Title Effect
:
Unyielding Spirit
: Abaddon cannot be incapacitated by any ans, whether through physical, ntal, or magical attacks. When his HP reaches zero, he is temporarily revived with
30% HP
and his strength doubled for a limited ti.
Stubborn Resilience
: All debuffs and status effects have a
70% reduced
duration or are outright ignored, making it near impossible to cripple him in battle.
Title: Engager of Eternal Conflict
Title Effect
:
Initiator's Edge
: Gains
bonus damage
and an
imdiate stat boost
whenever he initiates combat, allowing him to strike fast and hard at the beginning of every battle.
Aggression Overload
: Abaddon's attacks grow fiercer with every engagent, multiplying the power of his physical strikes by
50%
when he's the first to land a blow in combat.
Title: Champion of Carnage
Title Effect
:
Carnage's Favor
: Gains additional power and health regeneration for every opponent within a
100-ter radius
. The more foes there are around him, the faster he heals and the stronger he becos.
Endless Rampage
: Increases his movent and attack speed by
30%
every ti he downs an opponent, making him progressively faster and deadlier with each kill.
Title: Hell's Relentless Warlord
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:
Tyrant's Dominance
: When leading an army or fighting alongside allies, Abaddon exerts an aura of dominance that increases the
fighting capabilities
of those around him by
50%
, while also weakening the resolve and morale of enemy forces.
Rage Uncontained
: Once he reaches his rage state, Abaddon's attacks beco uncontrollable, destroying everything in his path. His strength doubles during this state, but he loses the ability to distinguish friend from foe.
Canna's eyes widened as he scanned the stats before him. His breath hitched, and his mind struggled to comprehend the sheer
absurdity
of what he was looking at.
"
What... in the world... is this?
" he muttered, his voice barely audible as he processed the fact that he had just summoned a
walking apocalypse
.
Abaddon
wasn't just a strong demon; he was
overpowered
to the point where his re presence could reshape the tide of an entire war.
His fingers trembled slightly as he closed the stat screen. He had been prepared for sothing
crazy
, but this was on a level beyond anything he could have imagined.
Strength in the millions? HP over two million? Titles that made him practically immortal?
Canna could feel his head spinning.
He glanced back at
Aena
, almost expecting her to share in his shock, but she stood calmly, watching him with that familiar, knowing smile on her face.
Abaddon, anwhile, remained kneeling, his head bowed in a show of deep respect, as if he didn't even realize the sheer
insanity
of his own power. Canna wasn't sure if he should be relieved or terrified.
He let out a long, shaky sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I've only just woken up... and things are already getting way out of hand."
_________
Canna let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of everything he had just learned pressing down on him.
So much had changed
in such a short ti—his race, his power, and the sheer strength of the demons now bound to him. He needed a second to breathe, to clear his mind and regain his focus.
As if sensing his thoughts, a familiar presence materialized before him.
Mortem
, his first and most loyal creation.
"
Master
," Mortem greeted, bowing his head with deep respect.
A smile tugged at Canna's lips. It was comforting to see Mortem, the constant in all the chaos. "Mortem," Canna said, "I'm sorry I didn't let you know about everything earlier, but could you give a quick update on what's been happening?"
Mortem shook his head slightly, his dark eyes glowing softly. "There is no need to apologize, master. Since you've been resting, your new..." he glanced briefly at
Aena
and
Abaddon
, "...subordinates have helped imnsely. Not only is the base standing, but it's flourishing. Everything is running smoothly. Once you're ready, master, we can move to the
guild base
now."
Canna nodded thoughtfully, absorbing Mortem's words. Slowly, he stepped out of the bed, his feet hitting the cool stone floor. Mortem's eyes widened slightly. "It seems you've...
grown taller
, master."
Canna blinked, looking down at himself. He really had grown taller, and his
hair
had also gotten longer. More than that, he could feel sothing different—his
veins pulsed with power
, as though his body had been
reborn
into sothing greater. He'd have to check it out later, but for now, there were more pressing matters.
"Let's not waste ti," Canna said, standing straighter. "We've got work to do."
As Canna strode through the halls, handling the pressing matters of his newfound power and responsibilities,
Milo
was never far behind. The small
Emberwing demon
flapped its tiny wings energetically, always hovering near Canna's shoulder or circling around him playfully. Despite his chubby form and cute deanor, Milo moved with surprising speed, keeping pace with Canna wherever he went. Occasionally, he'd nudge against Canna's cheek, as if seeking his approval or simply enjoying his master's presence. No matter where Canna went, Milo was always there—his loyal, fiery little companion.
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