A Novel Concept - A death a day, MC will live anyway! Chapter 26: From the Light, the Shadow is born

Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 13,14

VIT 2

Where was he? Who was he? Priam asked himself these questions as the pain pulled him from his nightmares. Were they even nightmares? He had seen Arnold burning cities and monsters. Priam scread as the flas hit him. The fire entered his body, and his blood turned to magma. The pain was horrible, but his delusions were worse. He was insane.

Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 15

VIT 1

Only the System notifications still seed real. Priam was delirious, and he knew it. He thought about ditating, but it was impossible. He could only grit his teeth as the poison did its work. He had already waited for hours on the stone floor. Maybe even days? Months? His body was destroyed. His Vitality and his Titles were trying to keep him alive, but his organs were too severely damaged. He no longer had the energy or resources to regenerate. If he could have called the aether to him as the Guardian of Nature had... Sotis, when he wasn't busy fending off hordes of fire elentals, he looked up to Priam. Priam felt as if he could sense his presence. He called for help, but the tree-man could do nothing for him. He was alone.

Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 16

VIT 1

In his delirium, Priam understood. His suffering was a punishnt. The Concepts were punishing him for his stupidity and weakness. The poison was writing the story of his mistakes in letters of fire. The pain imprinted in his flesh was the price of the arrogance that had been his. He could have sunk into the depths of death. He could have given up and let his heart stop because of the pain. But he has refused. He has welcod the pain. He believed himself to be a saint during the Apocalypse. He thought his strength gave him the right to be rciful. He was being punished.

Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 17

VIT 1

Illusions turned into mirages. Priam was thirsty, so thirsty... He would have killed for a bit of water. He had licked his tears. He had licked his blood on the flagstones. He had even drunk the spider's blood. He was so thirsty as the fire of poison burned inside him. He would have killed for water. But he would have given all the water in the world down to his blood to kill Claire. To kill Anne. To kill Albin. They had taken advantage of him, of his kindness, his morality, his innocence. Priam had believed in the human, and the human had betrayed him. He was angry.

Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 18

VIT 1

The pain was still there, but Priam looked at it calmly. It was no longer just information. His pain was a reward. A mory. He would never forget it. He would always rember that strength led to freedom. That trust was earned. Claire had not earned anything, and he had been a fool to believe in a friendship so flimsy. Claire had opened his eyes, and for that, she deserved a reward. Death. He was determined.

Lvl Up : [Poison Resistance] lvl 19

VIT 1

His half-destroyed nerves continued to inform him of the deplorable state of his body. The poison was almost overco. His ravaged body was using the remnants of the poison and his necrotic tissue to regenerate. He was devouring himself, and his strength was dissipating. He would not survive. Yet Priam smiled. He would rise again. He had been stupid, but the Concepts gave him a chance to make up for it. His ordeal was liberating. It gave him the right to change. To take revenge. The old Priam was dead. He was free.

Priam opened his eyes. A dark room greeted his gaze. The corpse of the second Baron lay just centiters from his head. He must have crawled away while semi-conscious. He only vaguely rembered drinking the Baron's blue blood. But he rembered the betrayal perfectly...

Priam slowly got to his feet, trying to get his head in order. He had been tortured by poison for almost half a day. It didn't seem like much, and it seed like a lot. Priam admonished himself. There was no need to think about that now. He had goals and had already wasted enough ti.

Looking around, he quickly found his spear. Claire had not taken it, probably because the weapon weighed about twenty kilograms. The young woman must have calculated that her chances of escaping and running several kiloters with it were low. Perhaps she hadn't even realized the true value of the weapon. After all, she had t Priam when he was naked. Or maybe she was afraid of accumulating bad karma. Priam picked up the weapon. He didn't need an explanation. The spear was here and would stay in his hand until it pierced the traitor's skull.

Priam turned quickly to the Baron. He had only a moderate desire to cut the monster's head off and get the core out, but every advantage counted now. Claire, the Revenants, and all his known and unknown enemies had twelve hours to progress. Priam set to work. The last twelve hours had not been in vain. He was now much more resilient.

Lvl Up : [Divination Resistance] lvl 2

TA (AFFI) 3

I see that I am a real star. I wonder who is trying to locate ...

He pocketed the new core a few seconds later before turning the creature over. The first Baron had exploded under the power of his throw, but this one still had its seriginous glands - they produced silk. He also had the glands he had collected from Elysium with him. With the System, perhaps a craftsman could make him a suit with this silk. After finishing his work, he wiped his hands on the floor and got up. He had nothing to do here anymore. Without a backward glance at the room that had heard so many of his screams, he headed for the exit. The heavy door opened slowly, and he entered the do.

The light revealed him to the world, but in the darkness, he had changed.

Status: (Average value for a Homo sapiens male before integration: PHY 10 / N 10 / TA 0)

PHYSICAL:

Strength 83

Constitution 103

Agility 108

Vitality 164

Perception 130

NTAL:

Vivacity 102

Dexterity 90

mory 33

Willpower 68

Charisma 72

TA:

ta-affinity 53

ta-focus 52

ta-endurance 1

ta-chance 40

Potential: 517

Tier 0