Day 4
Micheal, 25 minutes before
Looking at the familiar boots of the adventuring party, coupled with another man's boots and those of the woman called Yieve.
Shit, everything was going so well. Maybe it was from his whimper just before being completely paralyzed or just very bad timing for her to wake up, but it really ruined my plans.
While I knew the risks involved, I had already taken it into consideration that sothing like this could happen. But I did it exactly because I was confident in my ability to escape to the air even if I were to be discovered by the woman.
That was at least... until this fucking Hannard bastard ca smashing through the door.
How the hell did he co here so fast, there literally wasn't even a 10-second gap between her screaming and him busting through the door.
He must've for so reason for being nearby in the middle of the night. But how the fuck was I supposed to be to predict sothing like that, simply very bad timing.
Listening to their ramblings in their weird language I suddenly get a notification.
[Language - Mordrian, has been learned 5%]
I suddenly noticed, when I intently focused on them talking I could in so weird way kind of understand a minuscule part of it. It wasn't like I could understand the words, but a very few words beca sowhat vaguely clear to .
Not saying that I understood what the words ant, but I instead could feel what the words' intend that they were used with. For example, I could recognize that so of the words were said with questioning connotations on them, implying that they were questioning each other about things.
Hmm, what an interesting skill.
I suddenly panic for a second as I see the slim but taught fra of Yrl moving over and kneeling at the bedside.
Seeing her not doing anything but that, I calm down. Hearing her voice call out I guess she wants to show the others sothing.
This ti around, the amount of ti it took to reach 5% in the Mordrian language doubled before I got this new notification.
[Language - Mordrian, has been learned 10%]
Okay, it would seem that the language doesn't get learned in a linear fashion, which I had sowhat expected would've happened.
But getting a notification about the increases in language learned every 5%, I felt it was a bit too much so I asked the system to change it.
-System! Change the notification of languages learned by the language adaptability skill to be at only the 10, 25, 50, and 100% checkmarks-
[System notifications has been customized]
Nodding to myself I draw my focus back to the one annoyance in my plans that could've ruined them all, and also who already have, the adventures.
I try listening to the adventures again.
But, it would seem that they had beco relatively quiet for so reason.
Trying to pick out sothing in the conversation that just started between Elias and Darshan I realize they've beco extrely worried after realizing sothing.
Hmm, what the hell are they talking about? Did they realize I was the one stalking them back at the glades? I wonder.
Ending the conversation, Darshan and Hannard swap places with the kneeling Yrl.
Seemingly handling the body on the bed over my head, which only makes begin to hope that they'll soon leave.
Taking away the body of Maliek and seeing everybody begin to move out of the bedroom, my heart begins to feel oh-so-sweet relief.
Buuuut of course, that lasted only for a second or two as the motherfucker by the na of Darshan tells Yrl to do sothing, and she begins to approach the bed again.
My tiny little heart once again leaps up into my throat as I stare in panic while Yrl lowers herself down to stick her than in under the bed.
I was just about the strike it with paralysis and run away if her hand accidentally touched . But luckily her hand were just barely a few centiters out of reach from while it was seemingly trying to find sothing.
But then my eyes widen in horror (if I actually had eyelids that is) as suddenly more length of her arm sticks in under the bed and I have to dodge it a few tis while trying to not make any sound at all.
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck, why , why !
Not finding anything with her hand I see her body change position as if she wanted to take a look under the bed, so I panic.
Looking everywhere at once, I try to find the solution.
What the fuck does she want?!
Imdiately spotting a wooden sculpture and a wooden box I imdiately realize the sick dilemma that no was no doubt put forth from so chuckling mischievous god currently watching the scene from sowhere.
Making a split-second decision I push the wooden box into the range of the still searching hand hoping not only it was the object of her search. But also that she manages to find it and take it before she leans down enough to watch under the bed.
While I did have my obscurent active ability, the room had been lit up and with only being a ter from the face of an experienced and powerful human. I doubt my level 1 advanced skill is going to do any favors here but I still activate it for safety's sake.
Her hand finds the wooden box just as I see her chin reach the underside of the bed fra.
Retracting her arm and the box with it, she moves towards the door.
Oh.... my-fucking-god.
If this kinda shit continues in the future, no monster or powerful human is going to be the thing that kills . But rather a fucking heart attack, will be the sad end of my story.
(Sigh)
ntally sighing, I try to make my nerves calm down seemingly for the millionth ti since arriving in this world.
It really isn't easy to be a mosquito, jeez.
As soon as Yrl eventually leaves the room and closes the door I get a ssage.
[Obscurent has reached LVL: 2]
[Obscurent has reached LVL: 3]
Yeah, no fucking kidding. The system also seems to agree with ...
All that was enough to level my advanced skill not once but twice!
It must have not so much to do with my mastery of the hiding this ti around but rather that I managed to hide from so many humans and four of them being very powerful in comparison to and being in extrely close vicinity.
While very efficient way to power level skills by risking your life seems a go-to for fast skill grinding. It doesn't beco all that efficient when you're dead, so let's keep that grinding thod used not all that often...
Staying in under the bed for about 5 minutes after hearing the last door being shut in the house, I begin to crawl out from under the bed and approach the door.
Using a slight crevice in the door fra I see into the living room, which is now pitch black as they had snuffed out all of the lights.
This played into my advantage, so while turning attention fully towards my senses, such a sll and heat sensitivity, I check if there's any lingering humans in or outside the house.
I don't detect any humans and as such begin a very slow progress of prying the door open without too much creaking. Luckily these doors from sowhat dieval tis didn't have a handle or lock chanism and only relied on a hinge to swing it open and shut.
Having to this ti open the door even wider since not only have I increased in size yet again but my abdon is already full with the blood of Maliek. So currently, I'm about the size of a normal-sized dog.
Managing to open the door just enough for to scuttle my inflated bug ass out of the horrid bedroom, I turn towards my escape, the shattered window!
...
Wait...
I'm too fucking big now... Are you fucking kidding ?
GAH!
Severely annoyed by all the problems that have appeared today, I look for another way out.
No other windows are shattered like the previous one, and these dieval glass panes are not the type that opens and closes but are rather build into the wall of the building.
Guess I'll have to use the front door since no other exit seems to be available
Using the windows to scout out the situation, I feel relief as no other humans seem to be nearby the entrance of the house and have seemingly gathered sowhere else that I can't really see but rather hear from the commotion.
Even slower this ti, I pry open the door.
This door was a bit thicker and heavier than the one leading into the bedroom but luckily the old geezer had oiled this one, making it not even squeak a tiny bit.
It also made impressed that this door even still holds after that giant of a man charged through it.
Argh! Micheal shut the fuck up about dieval craftsmanship, you need to get the fuck out of here before you make any more trouble for yourself, I reprimand myself.
Seeing nobody around I take to the starry night sky.
I make sure that I gain enough altitude so that the sounds produced by my wings aren't heard by the humans below.
Looking up at the beautiful sky filled to the brim with shining stars and the moon that seems at least five tis as big as the one back on earth, I sigh in awe.
Rembering it would probably wise to activate obscurent here, so I do so quickly. But I also keep an eye on my stamina to make sure I won't randomly drop out of the sky and go splat on the ground.
So... another day survived...
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