'Magic!' As he rembered his purchase of [All Affinities] back then, his face brightened.
"Let's try this," Logan said and conjured his mana, and fired a few attacks on the Wyvern.
But it was futile since all of those spells were basic spells that could not even put a scratch on the Wyvern's tough scales.
He quickly realized how ignorant he had been up until now.
'Only if I had bought so offensive magic spells!' He cursed inside his mind while dodging the Wyvern's attacks.
The [All Affinities] gave Logan access to all the affinities but it was his responsibility to learn magic at a higher scale.
Earlier, he tried to access the system shop, but as it was his trial, so his request was denied by the system.
...
Ti passed and Logan kept dodging the Wyvern's attacks. He had to co up with sothing real quick.
He only had 30 minutes left to deal with this creature.
His physical condition was worsening with each attack he received from the Wyvern.
Not long after the Wyvern realized that Logan was unable to put up a fight, it started toying with Logan.
Like a ga of rat and mouse, Logan kept running away from the Wyvern.
'I need a weapon! I need sothing! Quick!' Logan's desire to survive and fight until the very end was unimaginable.
No one except him knew the worth of life, he had died once after all.
'I won't die here!' Logan turned around, racked his brain, and ca up with an idea.
He grabbed a dead body of a big monster he had killed earlier. He pulled its long and sharp nails and teeth out, and using them as his weapons, he once again attacked the Wyvern.
"Kree?" The Wyvern was confused at Logan's actions, but it still countered Logan.
Logan wasn't dumb either.
While the ga of run and chase, Logan observed the Wyvern's complete body from every angle.
Using his photographic mory of the fourth circle, he imagined its complete body and planned his attack on a specific part of the Wyvern's body, where there were no scales.
When the Wyvern attacked Logan with its mouth wide open, Logan used all of his strength and increased his speed, and reached at its mouth before it could shoot another scorching fire,
Spurt! He shoved the sharp teeth into his throat and fell to the ground.
"Kreeeeee!" The Wyvern shrieked in pain.
It moved its tail and flapped its wings vigorously to express its pain, and remained stationary in the air for a mont.
'Now!' Logan did not waste this opportunity and again,
Spurt! This ti, he shoved those long and sharp nails inside the Wyvern's butthole, where there were no scales.
"Kreeeeee!" The Wyvern cried again.
"Huff... Hahaha! So you do bleed, huh?" Logan said mockingly as blood gushed out from the Wyvern's mouth and rear.
The thing in front of him was not a dragon but a Wyvern, so its size was smaller than that of a dragon.
Even after being in the fifth circle, the Wyverns didn't have health like dragons. They only had tough scales like dragons.
"Graaaa! Graaa!" If previously the Wyvern wanted to simply kill Logan, now it wanted to tornt him before his death.
The Wyvern said sothing while looking at Logan with bloodshot eyes.
"HAHAHAHA~ Sure, sure. I would love to. But a duplicate like you, I an a "Mud-blood" like you isn't worth-" Before he could provoke the Wyvern anymore, he was t with a strong hit.
"Geh!" But it wasn't as strong as earlier.
And Logan was more than happy to realize this.
The Wyvern had suffered sufficient damage.
Logan and Wyvern released their auras and fought with everything they had.
For the first ti, Logan was using both, [God of War] and the beastlike battle instincts he had developed earlier.
"Grah!" But he was still no match to the Wyvern's defense.
As its first attack, the Wyvern used his scorching fire breath to roast Logan.
"Ha! Like this will work again!" Logan said and instead of dodging the fire, he took the full burnt on his body and did not break his flow.
Bam!
Just like the first attack, Logan punched the Wyvern in the face, while his body kept burning.
The Wyvern felt dizzy as it received Logan's full-strength punch in the face. A bloodied tooth fell from his mouth because of that punch.
"Kreee!" Wyvern released a pained cry and landed on the ground.
Logan tried his best to keep up with his [God of War] and even used his demon powers. But it was all futile against those scales.
Those scales were like unpenetrable armor.
"Kree!" Logan received a blow while attacking and was sent flying.
He struggled to get up but he still did.
Logan was furious. No matter what he did, whether he punched, or kicked he couldn't break through the scales of that Wyvern, even when it was at its weakest state.
"AAAAAAA!" He lost his calm and started fighting like a wild animal at one point.
He felt an imnse bloodlust.
The blood of the monsters he had killed earlier, that warm feeling of piercing their heart with his claws, the spring of blood that ca after he removed his claws, and when the monsters put a last mont of struggle to survive.
He loved that feeling.
That intoxicating sll of blood, the different tastes of blood, and the struggle of the weak to survive.
He loved that. But he hated it when he couldn't do that to this Wyvern.
The only thing that kept his bloodlust controlled was the blood dripping from the surrounding dead bodies, that sweet scent of blood, the saline taste of blood, and that feeling of blood.
He wanted the sa for this Wyvern.
But now he was bloodthirsty and after he had tasted so many monsters, he now wanted to taste this giant's blood.
In his desperate attempt, Logan picked up the tooth of the Wyvern that had fallen earlier.
Logan was on the brink to lose to the Wyvern.
But his desire for blood was high and he did not back off.
With wobbly legs, he stood up.
The Wyvern, who saw Logan's struggle could not help but admire and pity him.
Although it was resting, the Wyvern still had so energy left to kill Logan.
"Kree!" It sat on the ground, spread its wings, and arrogantly looked at Logan.
As if challenging him to land one last shot and try to cut his scales.
All this ti, Logan was not able to put a scratch on its scale, much less break it.
Logan felt he was holding on to sothing and trusted that "sothing" was sufficient to break its scales and kill it.
He put up so pace with his wobbly legs, and slowly ran towards the Wyvern, who had a smug look on its face.
Even when Logan was in its killing range, the Wyvern did not resist nor stopped him.
'Blood... blood... blood.' Logan kept repeating the sa thing inside his mind as if it was a mantra.
Logan picked up so pace and jumped toward the Wyvern.
From the mont Logan started chanting, he felt sothing changed.
The Wyvern in front of him did not look as strong as it did earlier, rather it looked like a cake of flesh, which will flood the blood when cut open.
All he had to do was cut with sothing sharp and then he will get the blood he needed.
When Logan jumped up in the air, the Wyvern felt like ti slowed down and it felt "sothing" ominous.
"Sothing" that it couldn't point out.
Logan was holding its tooth in his both hands like a sword, and with blood-red eyes, he raised that tooth above his head.
To cut open that cake of flesh, all that was required was a sharp thing...
Logan thought of a sharp thing...
What could cut sothing this big? A knife? Dagger? Or a... sword?
Yes! He needed a sword!
An image of a blunt sword appeared inside Logan's head.
It was Gazel's sword.
In the hands of Logan's flying figure, sothing suddenly illuminated.
The Wyvern's eyes widened but before it could even react, red light clouded its vision.
Shingggg!
With a "shing" sound the sword in Logan's hands cut the Wyvern into two parts.
A thin red line divided the Wyvern's body, and the sword in Logan's hands passed through its scales like a hot knife through butter.
Ssssss! The sll of flesh burning spread all across.
Thud!
Logan landed on his butt.
Thud! Thud!
Followed by Logan, two more thuds were heard.
After a minute of that sound, sothing warm touched Logan's hands.
"Hahaha! Blood!" Like a child diving in the sand, Logan dived into the Wyvern's blood.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
As if he was the thirstiest person in the world and that blood was the most delicious thing in the world, Logan kept drinking the blood.
"Haaaaaa!" He released a satisfied groan and felt drowsy.
"Yawn* Hehe~" He giggled like a drunkard and slept in that warm pool.
It was soothing.
Soon enough he lost consciousness, completely ignoring "sothing".
That "sothing" was Gazel's sword.
The Gazel's sword which was blunt and rusty when he had seen earlier was completely different.
A sharp red sword, burning like fire; with a thin blade and an eye on its hilt, looked at Logan's sleeping figure.
It was the true form of Gazel's sword.
Logan missed the opportunity to see the true form of Gazel's sword.
The sword moved on its own and got into Logan's hands.
Once he gripped its hilt, all the bruises on his body vanished except for the cut on his wrist.
The red and sharp sword once again turned into a normal blunt sword.
Finally, the sword got its perfect owner.
And again the previous symbols appeared on the sword's blade.
Those words ant only one thing.
"The abyss demands blood."
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[A/N: Not gonna lie, I loved writing these last two chapters (I've put a lot of ti and effort into these two chapters. (^^)]
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